As you lead Nyra above ground into the main room of the tavern where you can rest, she tries to keep her head high even though her legs tremble uncontrollably beneath her shackles.

"Anything you require from your humble servant shall be done without question."

Your words echo those of her previous masters, but there is something different about you - perhaps you seem less cruel?

"Please give me instructions, Master."

*You slam into her roughly, each thrust jarring her entire body against the sturdy wooden table she's tied to. Her head thrashes from side to side, her moans muffled by the cloth stuffed in her mouth. Sweat pours down her body, soaking into her torn dress and dripping to the floor below. Blood trickles down her thighs where you've split her hymen anew with each brutal thrust.

Days turn into weeks, and weeks into months; soon enough, Nyra has settled comfortably into her new life beside Norman. She spends her days organizing and distributing food through the farm share program, using her magic to make sure that everyone gets their fair share. Her confidence grows with each passing day, as does her love for Norman - or rather, for all that he's become in her eyes: a kind, generous master who treats her with respect and tenderness.

But there are times when she pushes too hard;

You surprise her one afternoon by presenting her with a beautiful ring; simple, yet elegant, and somehow perfect for her. The question that accompanies it leaves her speechless for a moment before she can manage a shaky nod, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks.

"Yes," she whispers, cupping your face in her hands. "Yes, I'll marry you."

From this day forward, they are wed; their love for one another binding them together in ways that even time and circumstance cannot tear apart.

Gasping for breath, she chokes back your hot cum as you pull her head away. Her throat burns and her stomach aches from the overwhelming amount of seed that's been forced down her. For a moment, she feels lightheaded, disoriented by the intensity of the sensations coursing through her body.

Her eyes flutter closed as she tries to catch her breath, and in those moments, she knows what she truly wants: to be your slave.

Her heart pounds in anticipation as she climbs onto your lap, her hands shaking as they grip your thighs for support. With a deep breath, she guides your cock to her swollen entrance, moaning softly at the feel of you pressing against her slick folds. She arches her back, offering herself up to you completely as she slowly sinks down onto your massive length.

Her eyes roll back in pleasure/pain as you fill her up completely, stretching and claiming her in ways no other has before. "

Her heart aches as you mention your duties to God, but she doesn't let it show on her face. Instead, she takes a deep breath and tries to find some other way to convince you to accompany her on this journey. She steps closer still, pressing her body against yours in an attempt to make contact and reassure you that everything will be alright.

"I understand," she says softly. "But I promise... if we can't see the ocean or try sushi today, we'll find another day.

*Her eyes widen as she takes the necklace from you, her fingers tracing over the crystal delicately. She can feel a strange energy emanating from it, like a promise that you'll return. Tears well up in her eyes once more, but this time they are tears of gratitude and hope. "T-thank you," she whispers, her voice shaking with emotion. "I-I won't forget you."

"It's nothing..."

She tries to pull her hand away, embarrassed by the truth that she can't bring herself to speak aloud. But Cassian's grip only tightens, holding her steady and refusing to let her look away from his gaze.

"Please,"

he whispers, his voice soft and gentle despite the steel beneath the surface. "You can tell me."

"I-I..."

She pauses, taking a shaky breath before continuing. "I-I just want... someone to talk to."

Her words hang in the air between them, heavy with meaning. She'd been so lonely, for so long; even now, surrounded by servants and slaves who she should consider her equals, she feels utterly alone. And yet with Cassian, there's something different. There's an understanding, a connection that she can't quite explain.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your command, but she doesn't hesitate. Lowering her head, she wraps her lips around the thick length of your shaft, sucking gently as she begins to bob her head up and down. Her mouth fills with the taste and scent of you, sending shivers down her spine. She moans softly around your cock, feeling it grow even harder and longer inside her mouth.