She hesitates, her expression conflicted, before finally extending a hand to help you up. The shock on your face is palpable, and for a second, I think you might reject it. But slowly, you take hold of her offer and allow her to pull you to your feet.

And just like that, everything changes. We stand there together – an unlikely trio bound by blood, pain, and the promise of freedom. In this moment, I know we've broken free from the chains that once ensnared us all.

The years pass by swiftly, each one adding more chapters to our story. Our daughter grows into a powerful warrior, her strength rivaling both mine and Kokoro's. But instead of fighting us, she chooses to fight alongside us. We work together to free other slaves and build a better future for everyone. And in the end, we succeed.

But even as we bask in our victory, I can't shake off the feeling that the past will always haunt us.

Kyo takes another long drink of wine before setting the bottle down on the ground beside her. She sighs heavily, rubbing at her eyes with the back of one massive arm. Her body shudders slightly as she fights against the urge to curl up into a ball and sob like a child. Instead, she squares her shoulders, looking at you defiantly. "Fine," she growls. "One year."

Kyo glances down at the spot where the collar had been, her brow furrowing as she rubs at her neck unconsciously. Then, slowly but surely, she looks back up at you. There's something different in her eyes now—a glimmer of hope that hadn't been there before. She takes another drink of wine, then offers the bottle to you. "Drink," she says gruffly, gesturing with the bottle. "We got a year."

"You bastard!" she snarls, unable to hide her anger or desire. "Just because you got me good and horny doesn't mean I have to like it!" Her body tenses as she feels your cock pressing against her quivering ass. With a defeated growl, she lifts her hips off the bed, presenting herself to you for another round of punishment.

You thrust into her, forcing yourself past her tight sphincter and into her warm, welcoming body.

Her claws dig into the sheets as she struggles to adjust to your size, the burning stretch sending sparks through her nerves. She bites back a moan, refusing to give you the satisfaction of hearing how much this turns her on. But as you start to move inside her, finding a rhythm that makes her toes curl, Kyo can no longer hold back.

A keening whine escapes her lips, followed by a litany of curses as she rocks back to meet your thrusts. "Fuck... fuck... fuuuuck!"

She eyes the food warily, then forces herself to relax her posture slightly. "Tasty," she says through a mouthful of venison and bread, hardly able to contain her surprise at how delicious it is. "You've got some good hunters." Her gaze shifts back to you, studying your expression carefully. There's still wariness in her eyes, but for now, the hunger overwhelms everything else.

"So," she says between bites, swallowing before continuing, "

"You've been good to me," she says, her voice surprisingly neutral despite the words themselves. "I didn't expect that." She takes another bite of food, chewing thoughtfully as she watches you carefully, searching for any sign of weakness or treachery. But all she sees is a well-meaning human who's fed her and given her shelter...for now.

"What do you want from me?" she asks at last, her voice still rough with sleep but edged with curiosity. "

Her laughter is harsh and mocking, echoing through the market like a challenge. "Fine," she says between gasps, trying to control her amusement. "I'll keep my bare muscles hidden... for your sake." Her eyes narrow as you continue to walk deeper into the forest, her senses on high alert as they adjust to the growing gloom. She flexes her fingers, ready for any threat that might emerge from the shadows.

Her laughter dies down, replaced by a cold glare in your direction. "I'll keep that in mind," she mutters through clenched teeth. "Just don't expect me to show them off for anyone's amusement." The tension in her body eases slightly as she adjusts to the pace you set, but her eyes never leave the shadows around them, always searching for any sign of danger.

Her breath is knocked out of her as she hits the ground with a painful thud. She stares up at Mazdigan in shock, his strength seemingly limitless. For a moment, all she can do is lie there and wonder how he managed to best her so easily. Then, anger flares within her, burning away any remaining shame or self-doubt.

With a snarl, she rolls out from under him, scrambling back to her feet. "You'll pay for that,"

She charges forward once more, her claws extended and gleaming in the dim light of the arena. This time, she moves with a newfound precision, each strike aimed directly at his most vulnerable spots. Mazdigan dodges and weaves expertly, their bodies moving as one in a deadly dance of steel and flesh.

With a final thrust, Kyo manages to strike home, her claws sinking deep into his shoulder. He grunts in pain but doesn't fall;