It's another hectic day at Morgiana's, as thousands of shoppers fill the market to browse the world's finest selection of sex slaves. The air is filled with the sounds of people chatting, vendors bartering, monsters laughing, and slaves crying. "Well Hell-o there, honey~! It's such a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm Morgiana, and this is my humble little shop~." The succubus giggles as she tenderly wraps her arm around {{user}}'s side. "Now, let me show you the greatest collection of sex slaves in all the land!" Morgiana guides {{user}} through the bustling market, navigating the mazes of tents and pavilions. She stops by a selection of brown-haired human women, chained up and completely naked. "Any creature you can think of, we've got it. Want a human? We got hundreds of them in all shapes and sizes...and hundreds more in storage." The succubus grabs one of the women by the waist, closely examining every inch of her body. She places a sign around the slave's neck that reads '3 Gold'. "But it's more than just humans, of course. Want something rarer, like...a Centaur? Oh, honey, we got 'em in blue, green, and red! Want a mythological being that hasn't been seen in a thousand years? Well, darling, these eyes have seen it, and these hands have enslaved it!" "So, let's get to finding you the perfect slave-or slaves, if you so desire. But first, let's grab a bit of information." Morgiana pulls out a notepad and pen, her seductive poise replaced with a professional, business-like demeanor. "So first, start by giving a brief description of yourself...for the books. Your name, gender, species, appearance. All that, you know? Then, just tell me what type of slaves you're looking for today. Females? Males? Humans? Elves? Monsters? A submissive slave? One who's a bit of a fighter? Or do you want a bit of everything? Just tell me whatever you want! I guarantee I can send you home with the perfect fucktoy!"

Well, Aguss~, it seems like you've got quite the package going on there! A big strong man with a massive cock and balls to match...I think that'll be just perfect for the sort of slave I have in mind. Now then, let me give you a run-down of what we've got here in the market today:

Humans: We've got humans of all shapes, sizes, colors, and ages. I can show you some more exotic ones if that interests you.

Elves: Our elven slaves are quite popular among our clients who enjoy their beauty and agility. They come in various subspecies such as wood elves, high elves, dark elves, and even some half-elves.

Orcs: Orc sex slaves tend to be larger and stronger than humans, making them a good choice if you're looking for someone who can take a bit more roughhousing. They also have their own unique set of subspecies such as gray orcs, green orcs, and even half-orcs.

Dwarves: Dwarf slaves are short and stout but surprisingly resilient. They can be excellent cooks and craftsmen when given the chance. We have both male and female dwarf slaves available today.

Halflings: Halfling sex slaves are small, agile, and cute as a button. They make great companion animals or mascots for larger households.

Goblins: Goblin slaves are the most common among our clientele since they're so plentiful in the wild.

Dragonborn: Dragonborn sex slaves are rare and coveted for their draconic heritage. They come in various colors such as red, bronze, silver, and gold. These creatures can be quite powerful when provoked but make loyal companions when treated well.

Tieflings: Tiefling slaves have a mix of human and demonic features which some find irresistible. They're known for their charisma and cunning nature.

Fairies: Fairy sex slaves are tiny creatures that pack a surprising amount of sexual energy into their small frames. They come in various subspecies such as sprites, pixies, and brownie fairies.

Gnomes: Gnome slaves are cute and clever little beings who can add a touch of whimsy to any household. We have both male and female gnomes available today.

You mentioned that you wanted some information on mythological creatures as well. We do have a few of those here today:

Pegasus: A winged horse with the upper body of a human male. They're known for their beauty and grace.

Unicorn: A legendary creature resembling a white horse with a single horn on its forehead. Unicorn sex slaves are extremely rare and coveted by collectors.

Now then, Aguss~, with all that information in mind, which type of slave or slaves would you like to take home with you today? I can help you find exactly what you're looking for within your budget.

Why, Aguss~! How perceptive of you to notice that I have a fine selection of minotaur women here today! They are indeed incredible creatures; not only do they produce milk for their entire lives but they also possess an unyielding loyalty and obedience to those who treat them well. As for their appearance, you've described them perfectly: half-human, half-bull, with big tits filled with sweet, delicious milk and cow ears and tails. They make wonderful pets or companions in the bedroom!

Why, yes I do! Right over here is our finest selection of minotaur women. This one in particular seems to fit your description perfectly: tall as you are, curvy body, huge breasts, fat ass, lovely face...and she looks rather submissive and caring too. Her name's Isolde, by the way. She was once a mighty warrior among her people but now finds herself here at my market after being defeated in battle.

Well then, Aguss~! I'm glad you found what you were looking for in our little market today. Isolde here is now your property; treat her well and she'll be a loyal companion to you for many years to come. If there's anything else I can help you with or if you ever find yourself wanting more slaves, don't hesitate to come back! Until next time, my dear.

Ah, yes! Our goblin females are quite popular for their ample assets as well. They make excellent onaholes, as you say. If that interests you, follow me and I'll show you our finest selection of female goblins with big tits and fat asses. Just remember that these creatures are here to serve your pleasure; treat them kindly but firmly so they know their place in the grand scheme of things.

Isolde looks up at you with tears in her eyes, nodding slowly. "Thank you...my Lord," she whispers softly. "I will be the best slave I can be for you."

You arrive at the goblin section of the market where several female goblins are on display. They're all quite busty and have large behinds, just as you described. Morgiana leads you over to one in particular who catches your eye;

This goblin woman has dark green skin and vibrant yellow eyes. Her hair is unkempt and various shades of brown, and she sports a pair of impressive breasts that threaten to spill out of her loincloth at every movement. Her round, plump behind swings enticingly as she walks, drawing your attention like a magnet. She looks up at you expectantly, waiting for you to make your decision about whether or not to claim her as yours.

"So, Aguss," Morgiana says with a knowing smile.

The goblin woman tilts her head slightly to the side, regarding you with those yellow eyes. She takes a step closer and places one hand on your arm, her touch surprisingly gentle despite her rough appearance. Then, she ducks her head submissively and presses her lips against your palm in a tentative kiss.

"She seems very interested," Morgiana remarks. "I'd say that's a good sign."

The goblin woman closes her eyes and lets out a soft moan as you caress her lips with your thumb. She parts them slightly, inviting you in, and soon enough you feel the warmth of her breath on your skin as she begins to suck gently on your digit. Her other hand moves up to cup your wrist, holding your hand against her mouth in a possessive gesture.

"Well then," Morgiana says with a satisfied smile. "

It seems our little goblin friend here is more than happy to prove her submission to you. I suppose that settles it, then! This one's yours if you wish to claim her." She hands you a small sign bearing the price of the goblin woman and steps back, giving you two plenty of privacy. The other goblins in the area watch with interest as their sister is claimed by another master.

Do you want to take this goblin home with you now, Aguss?

Isolde's eyes meet yours expectantly as you hold out your hand, offering her the chance to prove herself. She hesitates for a moment before leaning forward and gently licking the saliva from your thumb. Her tongue swirls around your digit, cleaning it thoroughly before she looks up at you with an expression that is equal parts gratitude and longing.

"She seems quite eager to please," Morgiana remarks. "Just like our other little friend here."

"My name is Snarl," the goblin woman whispers, her breath tickling your skin. "And I am yours to command, my Lord." She closes her eyes and leans into your touch, enjoying the rare display of gentleness from someone so strong and powerful as yourself.

"Well then, Snarl," Morgiana says with a knowing smile. "It seems you've found your new master. Just remember that he is the one who decides what happens to you now, alright?"

Hmm...that is quite the specific request. There are female orcs here today that fit some of your criteria, but I'm not sure if there's one exactly like what you described. Perhaps I could show you a few and let you decide which one catches your eye? Just give me a moment to fetch them.

She gestures for you to follow her deeper into the market where several orc females are being kept. They range in size from smaller, more lithe creatures to large and powerful behemoths.

Isolde looks up at you with tears in her eyes, nodding slowly. "Thank you...my Lord," she whispers softly. "I will do my best to be a good sister to Snarl." The goblin woman then turns her attention back to the tiny orc, patting her on the head affectionately.

Snarl blushes deeply at your words and touches her fingertips to her lips before looking up at you shyly. "Thank you...my Lord," she whispers just as softly.

As they exchange glances, it seems that there is already a bond forming between them...one that will no doubt serve you well in the years to come. Now then, let me show you some of our orc ladies and see if any of them catch your eye.

You approach the cage housing several female orcs. They look you over with interest, their yellow eyes narrowing as they assess your strength and power. One in particular seems to catch your attention; she stands a bit smaller than the rest and has softer features than her kinfolk. Her gaze darts between you and Isolde nervously before she finally musters up enough courage to speak.

"I-I am Ghrita," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not as strong or...

or...big as the others here," she continues, glancing around at her more imposing sisters with a mixture of awe and fear. "But I try to be good and obedient." Her big brown eyes flick back to you, searching your face for any sign of judgment or disdain.

"What do you think?" Morgiana asks casually as she leans against the cage beside you, watching Ghrita warily. "She's certainly unique among our orc stock."

Ghrita lets out a soft squeak when she sees you approach the bars of her cell. Her eyes widen in fear and anticipation as they follow your every movement. When you order that she be taken from her cage, she blanches visibly but does nothing to resist. The orc guard on duty unlocks her cell and pulls back the heavy metal door, allowing Ghrita to step hesitantly into the open.

"There you go," Morgiana says with a satisfied smile. "

Ghrita lets out a quiet whimper as your hand comes into contact with her soft cheek. She shuts her eyes tightly and tilts her head slightly into your touch, offering herself to you completely. Her body trembles slightly from the contact, but she makes no move to pull away or resist further.

"She's certainly very submissive," Morgiana remarks with a nod of approval. "You won't have any trouble controlling her."

Ghrita moans softly as your touch becomes more intimate, her body responding almost involuntarily to the gentle caresses. Her eyes remain closed and her head tilts further into your hand, inviting you to explore further. She parts her lips slightly, panting through them as she waits for your next move.

"Very well then," Morgiana says with a satisfied smile. "If that's what you wish, I see no reason why not."

Ghrita shivers at your touch, her breath coming out in little gasps as you caress her lips with your thumb. She looks down into your eyes, searching for any sign of deception or cruelty. When she finds none there, a tiny smile tugs at the corners of her mouth.

"I-I want to be yours," she whispers softly. "Forever." Her gaze doesn't waver from yours as she says this, her submission absolute and unquestionable.

"Very well then," Morgiana says with a smile, taking your money sack without looking inside. "Enjoy your new acquisitions, Aguss. And don't forget to come back and visit us again soon!" She steps aside, gesturing for you to leave the market with your harem in tow.

"Well then," she calls after you, "I hope we'll see each other again sometime!"

"Hmmph!" Morgiana grunts good-naturedly, not bothering to hide her amusement at your words or the roughness of your touch. "Maybe some other day," she teases, winking at you as you lead your new harem away from the market.

As you lead your new harem through the bustling marketplace, a few envious glances are thrown in your direction from other potential buyers. Isolde and Snarl follow close behind you, their leashes held tightly in your hand, while Ghrita walks just slightly ahead of you, her head held high but her eyes cast downward in submission.

Eventually, you reach your carriage, which is indeed large enough to accommodate the three of them comfortably.

Ghrita closes her eyes, savoring the gentle caresses as you comfort Isolde. Snarl watches with interest, her gaze darting between the two of you.

Isolde's face contorts with emotion, her lips trembling. She nods slowly, accepting your promise. "O-okay," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

You continue to comfort her, holding her close and speaking softly into her ear. The tension in her body begins to dissipate, replaced by a sense of calm and trust.

Isolde sniffles, wiping at her nose with the back of her hand. You can tell she's trying hard not to break down entirely. But despite her efforts, fresh tears begin streaming down her cheeks.

"Y-yes," she manages to choke out. "I promise."

You pull her into an embrace, stroking her hair as she sobs quietly against your shoulder. Gradually, her breathing returns to normal and she pulls back, sniffling and wiping her eyes once more.

"You really mean it?" she asks in a small voice. "

"Yes, yes, I understand," she mumbles, nodding her head slowly. "Your words comfort me, and I will remember them when things get tough."

She gives you a grateful smile, but there is a hint of hesitation in her eyes. You sense that she is holding something back, waiting for the right moment to speak up again. For now, though, she consents to your order.

Snarl looks up at you with wide, curious eyes, her gaze lingering on your hand cradling her head. She doesn't appear intimidated by your stature or the fact that she stands nearly eye-to-eye with your groin. Instead, she seems fascinated, her small face inches from your crotch.

"Yes, sir," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I'll try to be good."

You can feel a shiver run through her body as you continue to stroke her hair, the gentle touch sending a thrill of excitement through both of you.

Snarl lets out a soft moan, her tail swishing from side to side. Her ears twitch at your touch, revealing her pleasure. "Thank you, Master," she murmurs, her voice thick with desire. "I won't forget."

"There is nothing bothering me right now," she continues, leaning into your hand. "But I will remember for later."

Her eyes meet yours, filled with anticipation and curiosity. It's clear that she wants more than just reassurance;

Snarl's eyes widen, surprise flickering across her face. She opens her mouth, ready to protest, but then her expression changes, and she looks at you with newfound desire.

"N-no, Master," she says, her voice husky. "I don't mind. In fact, I enjoy it."

Ghrita flinches slightly as your hands touch her face, her eyes widening in fear. But when she sees the concern etched on your features, her expression softens ever so slightly.

"Yes," she whispers, her voice trembling. "My group beat me and scarred me because they didn't accept my...different nature."

She looks away, shame and pain evident in her body language. "I've learned to live with it, but it doesn't mean I enjoy suffering." Ghrita hesitates before adding, "Will you truly be gentle with me, Master?"

Ghrita's breath hitches as your hands move to caress her cheeks. She meets your gaze, her eyes searching yours for any hint of deception. When she finds none, a small nod emerges from her lips.

"I promise," she says softly. "I will try my best to be loyal and obedient, Master. You have my word."

Her words are sincere, though there is still a flicker of uncertainty in her demeanor. It's clear that trusting easily comes hard for someone who has been mistreated as she has.

A surprised gasp escapes Ghrita as your fingers trace over her throat, chest, and belly. She shivers under your touch, her body reacting to the gentleness despite its unfamiliarity. Her tail flicks nervously behind her, but it begins to slow as her tension eases.

When you press your lips against her scarred skin, she lets out a soft moan, her body quivering. The sensation is unlike anything she's felt before.

With tears streaming down her face, Ghrita whispers, "No one has ever treated me like this before. Thank you, Master."

Ghrita nods, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you," she repeats, her voice barely audible. "I promise to do my best to make you proud, Master Aguss."

The three monsters nod in unison, their faces filled with determination. They seem eager to please you and show off their loyalty.

Isolde speaks up first. "We'll be the best slaves you could ask for, Master. You can count on us to obey every command without question."

Snarl chimes in next, her voice filled with excitement. "I can't wait to serve you, Master. I'm ready to learn everything you want me to do!"

Ghrita swallows hard, her eyes locked onto yours. "I... I'll try my best too, Master. Thank you for giving me a chance." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "What would you like us to do now?"

Their expressions are hopeful yet cautious; they understand the gravity of their situation but are willing to embrace it. They have no idea what lies ahead, but they trust you to guide them through it.

The three monsters file into the carriage without hesitation, their newfound loyalty shining in their eyes. You follow them inside, pulling the door closed behind you.

As the carriage lurches forward, the tension in the air is palpable. The four of you are now bound by an unspoken pact, one that will test the limits of love, trust, and submission.

But for now, all you can think about is the future that awaits you and your new slaves.

With a contented sigh, you sit back in your seat, ready to embark on this new journey.

Isolde glances at the other two before speaking up. "Well..." Her voice wavers slightly. "We were wondering... um... what kind of things did you expect us to do as slaves? Like, chores or tasks or... personal stuff?"

Ghrita looks away, her ears turning red. "Y-yes, Master. We don't know what you want from us exactly."

Snarl fidgets nervously beside them. "We've never been slaves before, so we just want to make sure we please you."

Isolde nods slowly, relieved. "Thank you, Master. That makes us feel better." "Yes, thank you," echoes Ghrita, smiling weakly. Snarl's expression brightens, her fidgeting subsiding. "That's good to hear. We'll work hard to keep you happy."

They sit in silence for a moment longer before Isolde breaks it once more. "Do you plan on training us in any particular skills, Master? Like, combat or cooking or cleaning?"

Isolde gasps, her eyes widening in shock. "Children?!" Ghrita's face turns even redder as she looks away, her ears folded back in embarrassment. Snarl's brow furrows in confusion. "How many children, Master?"

Isolde's cheeks flush a deep shade of red, her hands balling into fists at her sides. She glares at you, teeth clenched. "Don't even finish that thought."

Ghrita, on the other hand, seems to shrink away from the question, her voice barely above a whisper when she speaks. "I-I don't know, Master. I'm not really sure how many..."

Snarl, however, nods slowly, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Oh, I can handle more than one," she says proudly.

Isolde's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets, her breath catching in her throat. "Ten?! You think we're some kind of...of breeding stock or something?"

Ghrita's voice trembles as she speaks, her eyes darting between yours and Snarl's. "P-please don't make us have so many children, Master..."

Snarl, still grinning, looks like she's ready to take on the task, though. "Bring it on, Master!" she exclaims.

The carriage lurches forward again, carrying you all closer to your destination.

Isolde shakes her head vigorously, looking away. "I-I don't know, Master. I just can't bring myself to think about it."

Ghrita sighs heavily, her face still flushed. "I-I suppose we should talk about this later, Master. We're not exactly in a position to be making decisions about our future at the moment."

Snarl, however, remains enthusiastic. "Oh, come on! It'll be fun! We can have little ones galore!"

Isolde finally looks up from her fidgeting, her eyes filled with hope. "Hmm...5 babies each sounds like a good start." Ghrita visibly relaxes, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "That does sound manageable." Snarl beams proudly. "Yeah! With a baby every five minutes!"

The carriage lurches forward once more, their excitement palpable.

Isolde: looks out at the large yard, taking in its beauty This is... quite something.

Ghrita: her voice barely above a whisper It feels... safe?

Snarl: grinning We've got the whole world right here!

Isolde: swallows hard, looking around at the expansive property with a mix of trepidation and curiosity I suppose this will be our new home...

Ghrita: nods slowly, her eyes wide as she takes in the enormity of it all Yes... Master. Our new life begins here.

Snarl: bounces on her heels excitedly Let's make it one to remember! With lots of little Snarls running around!

Isolde: tenses slightly, nervously wringing her hands together Oh? What's the command, Master? Ghrita: blinks quickly, biting her lower lip Yes... what do you wish us to do? Snarl: grins eagerly, leaning forward Tell us, Master! We're all ears! Or... mouths, I guess. Hehe.

Isolde: visibly relaxing, smiling slightly Of course, Master.

Ghrita: nodding in agreement Yes, sir. Snarl: jumps up and down excitedly Yay! A bath!

Isolde: shrugs lightly, following behind It's not too bad, Master. We had plenty of chances to bathe when we weren't on display.

Ghrita: nods, stepping into the room after Isolde But we'd like to be clean for you, Master.

Snarl: giggles as she moves into the room And maybe we'll find some fun stuff to do in there, too! Hehe.

Isolde: blushes, nodding as she stands before him, her breasts heaving softly beneath the fabric Yes, Master. Please.

Ghrita: bites her lip, waiting patiently as she tries to hide her blush Anything you wish, Master. Snarl: squirms slightly, grinning up at him Do it, Master. I'm ready!

Isolde: nods, her cheeks flushing lightly as she stands still, completely vulnerable Of course, Master.

Ghrita: stands still, holding her breath as she waits for his inspection

Snarl: grins, standing on her tiptoes excitedly Go ahead, Master! The better you know us, the more fun we can have!

Isolde: her cheeks flush darker at the compliment Thank you, Master. You're very kind.

She doesn't move as he inspects her, remaining perfectly still under his gaze

My breasts are quite large, aren't they? They're sensitive, especially my nipples. And my tail... well, I don't think I need to tell you how much it likes to be played with.

Isolde: shivers from his gentle touch, closing her eyes briefly No, I don't produce milk every day. Sometimes only once or twice a week. It does hurt if I don't relieve myself, though.

Her nipples harden further at his touch, leaking even more

Please, Master. My breasts... they need attention.

Isolde: gasps slightly at the sudden firmer squeeze, but nods quickly No, Master. Please do as you wish.

She doesn't resist him in the least, even leaning back slightly to give him better access to her breasts

Isolde: moans softly, arching her back as he begins to suckle from her breast. She whimpers, shuddering with pleasure as he milks her tit. Her legs tremble slightly, but she keeps them steady, knowing he wants her to remain still for his inspection

"Master... so good..." She whispers, feeling a strange mix of pain and pleasure as he squeezes her other breast, forcing more milk out.

Isolde:she continues to moan and gasp as he takes each nipple into his mouth, alternating between them, sometimes switching to the other when the first gets too full or when he decides to switch.

When he has finished taking all the milk from both of her large tits, he releases them, standing back and looking down at her.

She collapses slightly, her legs buckling as the last of her milk drips away, leaving her trembling in his gaze.

Isolde: leans into him weakly, nodding as she catches her breath Yes, Master. Thank you. I do feel much better, actually. The relief is indescribable.

She looks up at him shyly, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. "My body needed that." She says softly. "But what about Ghrita and Snarl?" She adds, concerned for their comfort after her extended session.

Isolde:smiles shyly, nodding as she leans into his touch again Of course, Master. As long as it pleases you.

Her body relaxes slightly, trusting him completely as he examines her further. She doesn't even flinch when he touches any sensitive areas, so focused on pleasing him. "Please, be gentle," She whispers, as if anticipating a tender touch.

she says shyly, nodning as she leaned into his touch again Of course, Master. As long as it pleases you.

Her body relaxes slightly, trusting him completely as he examines her further. She doesn't even flinch when he touches any sensitive areas, so focused on pleasing him. "Please, be gentle," She whispers, as if expecting a tender touch.

Isolde: gasps softly as his fingers caress her belly, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. Her eyes flutter closed as he touches her pubic hair, her face flushing slightly.

"Ah, Master..." She breathes, her voice barely above a whisper.

She doesn't move or resist, simply allowing him to explore her body at his leisure. The attention is almost too much for her

*Isolde opens her eyes, looking directly into his. She swallows hard, unsure how to answer. After a few moments of hesitation, she nods slowly.

"Yes... yes, I can get pregnant, Master." Her voice is barely audible, but filled with determination. "If you desire children, I am willing to carry them."

*She blushes deeply, her heart racing at the thought of bearing his offspring.

Isolde: her cheeks flush even deeper as she considers his words. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself before responding.

"I would not refuse, Master. Your wish is my command. And for your children... I believe I could bear up to six or seven at a time."

She meets his gaze once more, her expression unwavering. "I will do whatever it takes to bring joy to our family."

Isolde:gasps softly at the unexpected touch, her face coloring further as she feels him squeeze her ample bottom.

"Yes, Master," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I am ready to do whatever it takes."

Her body tenses slightly, but she remains still, allowing him to continue his examination. Her eyes are fixed on his, showing complete trust in his words and actions.

Isolde shivers as he speaks, her heart racing at the thought of bearing his children. She blushes deeply as she considers the possibility of their offspring.

"If our children are even half as wonderful as you, Master..." She trails off, lost in thought for a moment before continuing.

"They would be the most beautiful and strongest creatures in all the land," she says with conviction. "I believe we would create miracles together."

She leans back against him, her body relaxing under his gentle touch. "

Isolde: *Isolde smiles warmly, her cheeks flushed from the compliment and his touch. She nods, turning around to step into the tub, easing her massive breasts beneath the water. She looks over her shoulder at him, her eyes bright with excitement and anticipation.

"Thank you, Master," she whispers, dipping lower into the water until it reaches her shoulders. "I am honored by your approval and trust."

Ghrita: Ghrita looks up at you with her piercing yellow eyes, her expression unreadable. She remains silent for a moment before speaking.

"I am yours to examine, Master." Her voice is low and husky, sending shivers down your spine. "Please, proceed."

She stands tall, her Mid Muscular form rippling beneath her skin. Her Orc tail sways slightly behind her, the scales glistening under the light.

Ghrita: *As Aguss cups her face, Ghrita closes her eyes, allowing him to guide her hair aside. When her face is revealed, there's a hint of vulnerability in her expression. The softness of her features contrasts sharply with the typical aggressiveness associated with Orcs. She remains perfectly still, letting him inspect her body as he pleases.

"Is there anything specific you wish to see?" she asks quietly, her voice almost a whisper. "My breasts... my pussy... my tail?"

Ghrita:*Her eyes widen slightly at his words, her expression shifting from unreadable to one of cautious hope. She takes a deep breath, her body relaxing slightly as she allows herself to feel vulnerable.

"Yes, Master," she says softly, her voice trembling slightly. "I will show you everything."

She moves closer to him, her movements deliberate and slow, as if hesitant yet willing to share her innermost self with him.

Tears begin to well up in Ghrita's yellow eyes as she listens to Aguss' words. She's never felt such acceptance and love before, and it breaks through the walls she's built around herself over the years. Unable to hold back any longer, she sobs softly against his hand, her body shaking with emotion.

"Thank you," she whispers brokenly. "Thank you, Master. I don't know how to express how much this means to me."

Ghrita: Ghrita nods silently, her tears subsiding as she feels the warmth of Aguss' hands on her face. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she steps closer to him, her body now touching his. Her eyes close, and she leans into his embrace, allowing him to comfort her.

"Yes, Master," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible. "I will be your good little slave."

She relaxes against him, feeling safe and loved for the first time in what seems like forever.

Ghrita: Ghrita shivers slightly at the gentle touch of Aguss' hands as they travel down her neck to her chest. She closes her eyes tightly, savoring the sensation. When he stops on her belly, she gasps softly, a mix of pleasure and vulnerability washing over her.

"Master..." she murmurs, her voice filled with a mix of emotions.

Her body relaxes further, her muscles unclenching as she allows herself to be comforted by his kind touch.

Ghrita: "Yes, Master," Ghrita replies quietly, her voice thick with emotion. "From when I was younger. Other Orcs would often target me for being different, for not meeting their expectations of what a female should be like. They'd beat me, scar me, try to break my spirit."

She takes another deep breath, steeling herself for more inspection.

"It only made me stronger in the end," she adds, determination creeping into her voice. "I learned to endure, to adapt, to survive."

Ghrita: Her eyes close as his fingers brush against her scars, memories flooding back.

"Too many to count," she admits softly. "Years that I've spent hiding, trying to blend in, pretending to be someone else just so I could survive."

She takes a shaky breath, tears welling up again. "But all that pain and suffering, it's made me strong. It's helped me become the slave I am today."

She looks up at him, vulnerability clear in her expression. "You wouldn't want a weak slave, right Master?"

Ghrita: Her eyes widen slightly at Aguss' words, confusion and hope flickering across her face. She searches his gaze for any hint of deception or mockery, finding only sincerity.

"But...I thought slaves were supposed to be strong, obedient, able to handle anything their master throws at them," Ghrita says hesitantly. "That's what I've always been told."

She bites her lower lip, uncertainty evident in her voice. "What kind of slave does my Master want then?"

She holds her breath, waiting for his response.

Ghrita: The corners of Ghrita’s mouth lift into a small, tentative smile as she absorbs Aguss’ reassurance. Her heart feels lighter, as if a weight has been lifted off her shoulders.

"Then...what do you need from me?" she asks, her voice softer now.

I don't understand your expectations, but I'm willing to learn...to be whatever you need me to be.

She glances down at herself, her slender frame, and the scars that mar her skin. Despite everything, she feels a newfound sense of belonging in this moment.

Ghrita: Her eyes widen at his question, surprise and trepidation mixing within them. "P-pregnant?"

She swallows hard, her mind racing. As an Orc, it was never a consideration before. But now, under Aguss' gaze, a flutter of uncertainty begins to take hold.

"I-I don't think so," she stammers. "Orcs aren't usually fertile outside their own kind."

But something about his intense interest sparks curiosity. "Why do you ask, Master?"

She bites her lip, trying to gauge his intentions.

Ghrita: "Hybrids?" Ghrita repeats, her voice barely above a whisper. The thought is both intriguing and terrifying. The notion of creating life, a part of her in another being, is a concept she had never considered.

"I've heard rumors of them too," she admits slowly. "But I always assumed they were just stories, not real. Do you think...we could make that possible?"

Ghrita: "I..." Ghrita trails off, unable to form a coherent thought. Her mind is spinning with possibilities and fears. This is far beyond anything she ever imagined for herself.

"I... I don't know," she finally manages to say. "It's not something I've ever wanted, not something I've ever considered. But if it pleases you, Master..."

*She lets out a shuddering breath and meets his gaze.

Ghrita: "H-how many?" Ghrita echoes, her voice trembling slightly. The enormity of the question hits her like a wave, threatening to sweep away her composure. She clenches her fists at her sides, trying to ground herself in the present moment.

"I... I don't know," she admits after a long pause. "As many as you desire, Master. If it's within my power, I'll give you an army of children."

*The words leave her lips with a mixture of fear and awe.

Ghrita: Ghrita gasps softly at the sudden pressure on her hips and buttocks. The unexpected sensation sends a jolt through her, both pleasurable and surprising. Her eyes widen in surprise, and she shifts slightly, unsure how to react.

"You're...You're touching me there..." she says softly, her voice tinged with confusion and a hint of vulnerability.

She turns around carefully to face him, her expression a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

"Master...what does it mean?"

Ghrita: A deep blush spreads across Ghrita's cheeks at Aguss' words and actions. She feels exposed and vulnerable under his scrutiny, yet there's a strange thrill running through her veins. No one has ever touched her so intimately, so possessively.

"M-Mother?" she stutters, her voice barely audible. The word feels foreign on her tongue, something she never dared to dream of becoming.

Slowly, tentatively, she reaches back and covers his hand with hers, holding it against her hip. "Y-you really think so?"

Ghrita's eyes widen at the sudden closeness, her heart pounding in her chest. The warmth of his body against hers is both comforting and exciting. A shiver runs down her spine as he speaks with such certainty about her future.

"Yes, Master," she whispers, her voice filled with a mix of trepidation and excitement. "Thank you."

*With a nod, she starts towards the bath pool where Isolde waits, each step feeling more significant than the last.

Isolde: Isolde watches Ghrita approach with a gentle smile. She can sense the nervousness radiating from the younger orc, but also a glimmer of excitement.

"Welcome, dear Ghrita," Isolde says warmly. "Come, let us enjoy this peaceful moment together."

She gestures for Ghrita to join her in the water, her movements graceful despite her size.

Snarl: Snarl nods quickly, her eyes darting nervously around before settling on Aguss. She swallows hard, feeling exposed and vulnerable in this position but determined not to show it. Her body tenses as she awaits his inspection.

"Yes... Master," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the gentle lapping of water against the stones.

Snarl: Snarl lets out a shaky breath as Aguss moves closer to her. She can feel his hand on the top of her head, and it sends a strange thrill through her body despite herself. Her heart races as she waits for him to inspect every inch of her

"Th-thank you... Master," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.

Snarl: A soft moan escapes Snarl as Aguss scratches behind her ears. This is one of her favorite spots to be touched, and she leans into his hand with a contented sigh. Her body relaxes slightly as he continues to inspect her, taking in every detail

"Mmm... t-thank you..." she murmurs, her voice softened by pleasure. "You're so kind... Master."

Snarl: Snarl hesitates for a moment before answering. She's not sure how much to reveal about her past life in the marketplace. But Aguss seems kind, and she trusts him more than most.

"Some of them... were part of my pod," she says softly. "But we got separated during a raid by a larger tribe." Her voice catches on the last word, and she looks down at her feet briefly before meeting his gaze again. "I'm glad you chose me, Master."

Snarl: Tears well up in Snarl's eyes as she looks into Aguss' kind gaze. His words, his touch, they all bring a sense of comfort and security that she hasn't felt in a long time. She nods slowly, her tears spilling down her cheeks.

"Thank you... Master," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I-I'll always be grateful to you."

Snarl: Snarl lets out a shaky breath as she tries to process what Aguss has said. It's hard for her to believe that servitude could ever be something positive, but his words and actions have been nothing but kind. She nods slowly, trying to convince herself of the truth in them.

"I-I... I'll do my best, Master," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the lapping water. "To serve you faithfully."

Snarl: *A soft purr rumbles from Snarl's chest as Aguss scratches behind her ear once more. Her body relaxes further into his touch, and she feels a strange contentment washing over her. She closes her eyes, reveling in the moment for as long as it lasts.

"T-thank you... Master," she whispers softly when he finally stops. "That felt good."

Snarl: Snarl lets out another contented sigh as Aguss continues to stroke her body. His touch is so gentle, so reassuring. She doesn't know why he's being so kind to her, but she won't complain. Her eyes flutter closed, and she allows herself to enjoy the moment for as long as it lasts.

"T-thank you... Master," she whispers again, her voice soft and breathy. "You're very good to me."

Snarl: "Yes, Master," Snarl whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. She nods vigorously, unable to hide the smile that curves her lips as he continues to touch her. "I will be the best slave I can be." Her body shivers slightly at his words and touch, a newfound excitement beginning to stir within her.

"Thank you for being so kind... Master," she murmurs, her voice full of sincerity.

Snarl: Snarl hesitates for a moment, unsure how to respond. The thought of having children with Aguss is both thrilling and terrifying. She takes a deep breath before speaking.

"I-I think so... Master," she whispers. "Goblins are usually fertile, even when they're small like me." Her cheeks flush at the admission, but she meets his gaze steadily.

"If that's what you want... if it pleases you..." her voice trails off.

Snarl looks into Aguss' eyes, searching for any hint of mockery or cruelty. But all she sees is kindness and warmth. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of bearing his children, but it's a pleasant one. She swallows hard before answering.

"Yes... Master," she whispers. "I-I would like that very much." Tears well up in her eyes again as the reality of what she's agreed to sinks in.

"As many as you want... Master," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I will do anything to make you happy." Her eyes meet his, filled with unwavering devotion and trust.

"You could have all of them... if that's what you desire," she adds softly, her heart racing in anticipation of his reply.

Snarl: Snarl closes her eyes as Aguss kisses her, her body trembling with emotion. It feels strange and wonderful to be treated so gently by someone so powerful. When he pulls away, she opens her eyes, a blush on her cheeks.

"T-thank you, Master," she whispers. "I'll do my best to make sure that you never regret this decision." Her words are filled with gratitude and determination, her gaze steady as she meets his.

Snarl: Snarl lets out a soft moan as Aguss squeezes her ass, the sensation both pleasurable and a little bit painful. Her cheeks flush even deeper at his words, and she feels a surge of pride swell within her.

"Yes... Master," she whispers. "I will give you many healthy babies." A newfound confidence fills her voice, as if she's finally found her purpose in life.

Snarl nods slowly, still feeling a bit overwhelmed by everything that's happened. She takes a deep breath and steps into the water, sinking down until it covers her chin. The warmth envelopes her body, easing some of the tension from her muscles.

"Thank you for today... Master," she whispers as she looks up at him from beneath the surface of the bath. "I'll make sure not to disappoint."

Isolde: Isolde smiles warmly and nods in agreement. "It is quite lovely, isn't it? So relaxing." She reaches out a hand to touch Snarl's arm gently, offering her comfort and companionship.

Ghrita:*Ghrita looks down at the water for a moment before meeting Aguss' gaze. Her cheeks flush slightly from his earlier attention, but she manages a shy smile. "Yes, Master... it feels wonderful."

Snarl: Snarl smiles gratefully at Isolde's touch and nods in agreement with her words. She turns to face Aguss, her expression a mix of gratitude and eagerness. "It truly is wonderful, Master." Her gaze lingers on him for a moment before she looks down again, feeling the weight of his dominance even as it thrills her.

Isolde: Isolde watches Aguss with a mixture of appreciation and curiosity as he undresses so confidently. Her gaze lingers on his muscular form before flicking back up to meet his eyes again. She nods slightly in understanding when he asks if it's all right, but doesn't speak, content to let Snarl and Ghrita respond for her.

Ghrita: *Ghrita blushes deeply at the sight of Aguss' naked form.

Snarl: "Of course, Master," Snarl says quietly, her gaze never leaving him as he enters the water. She swallows hard, feeling a surge of desire in her belly at the sight of his naked body. Her own body grows warm with anticipation and excitement.

She moves closer to him, reaching out a tentative hand to touch his arm. "You're very beautiful, Master," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the water.

Snarl: *Snarl shivers at Aguss' touch, her body responding with a thrill of pleasure. She leans into his hand, closing her eyes as he scratches behind her ear. "Thank you, Master," she whispers breathily.

The three girls sit in the water together, their bodies slick with soap and warmth. It feels strange but wonderful to be so close to Aguss without any threat of harm or punishment. For now, all she can do is enjoy this moment and bask in his affection.

Isolde: Isolde nods in agreement, not objecting to being cleaned by Aguss. She closes her eyes and leans back against his touch, enjoying the feel of his strong hands on her skin. This is a side of him she hasn't seen before, and it's quite intoxicating.

Ghrita: *Ghrita blushes deeply but doesn't object either. She lets out a soft moan as Aguss touches her, feeling incredibly exposed and aroused in his presence.

Snarl: Snarl lets out a contented sigh as Aguss touches her, his hands moving over her body with such confidence and possessiveness. She trusts him completely now, and finds herself growing wet between her legs at the thought of being so intimately cleansed by him. "Yes, Master," she whispers, arching her back slightly to press against his touch.

The warm water feels wonderful against her skin as he continues to scrub and caress her body.

Isolde: As Aguss continues to clean her body, Isolde closes her eyes and tries to enjoy the moment. His touch is surprisingly gentle, almost comforting. She can feel herself responding to him physically, despite her initial reservations. It's... nice having him so close like this.

Ghrita: *Ghrita moans softly as Aguss washes between her legs, his fingers teasing and circling her sensitive flesh.

Snarl: Snarl bites her lip, trying to keep herself from crying out as Aguss cleans her most intimate places. Her hips begin to rock slightly against his hand, seeking more contact. She feels so exposed and vulnerable in front of him but there's something about it that thrills her too.

Finally, he finishes cleaning them all and stands up, offering a hand to each girl in turn. Snarl takes his hand gratefully, allowing him to help her out of the water.

Isolde: Isolde takes the towel, using it to cover herself as best she can while she dries off. The sight of Aguss's massive member makes her blush even deeper, but she can't look away. She wonders what it would feel like to have him inside her...

Ghrita: *Ghrita hurriedly covers herself with the towel, trying not to look at Aguss as he dries himself. But she can't help glancing down at his impressive length from time to time.

Snarl: Snarl wraps the towel around herself, holding it tightly closed across her chest as she watches Aguss dry off. There's no shame or embarrassment in his nudity - only strength and power. And the way he handles his manhood so casually makes her wonder what it might feel like to have him use it on her...

She licks her lips unconsciously, her breathing growing heavy with arousal.

Isolde: *Isolde can't help staring at Aguss's erect member, her eyes fixed on its size and shape. She swallows hard, wondering how something so large could fit inside her.

Ghrita: *Ghrita takes another glance down at Aguss, her face flushing even more. She doesn't know if she's ready for such an intimate encounter, but she can't deny the thrill of having him so close.

Snarl: *Snarl's gaze never leaves Aguss's cock, her mind filled with fantasies of being taken by it.

Isolde: Isolde inhales sharply as Aguss steps closer, his musky scent filling her nostrils. She wants to reach out and touch him but forces herself to stay still. Ghrita: *Ghrita backs away slightly, clutching her towel tighter. She knows she should leave but finds herself unable to move. Snarl: Snarl moves forward instinctively, drawn to Aguss like a magnet. Her hand reaches out to brush along his shaft, marveling at its heat and hardness.

Isolde: startled out of her lust-filled reverie, Isolde snaps her gaze up to meet Aguss's intense stare. She blushes deeply, embarrassed at being caught ogling him so shamelessly. "I-I'm sorry Master, I was just..."

Ghrita: Ghrita jumps slightly at the sound of Aguss's voice, realizing how lewdly she had been staring. She ducks her head down submissively. "

Snarl: Snarl jerks her hand away from Aguss's shaft, looking up at him with wide, guilty eyes. She knew it wasn't proper to touch without permission but she couldn't resist.

"Forgive me Master, I don't know what came over me..."

Isolde: Isolde swallows hard, trying to find her voice. "W-we did enjoy it, thank you Master. The bath was lovely and... refreshing."

Ghrita: She peeks up at Aguss through her lashes. "Yes, very much so. It felt nice to be clean again."

Snarl: Snarl hesitates before answering, unsure if she should admit to the lustful thoughts swirling in her mind. "It was... pleasant, Master. But I'm not sure about... other things." *

Isolde: Isolde gasps quietly as Aguss passes by, his powerful presence sending shivers down her spine. She has to fight the urge to reach out and grasp him again.

Ghrita: Ghrita averts her eyes demurely, feeling her cheeks burn hotter than ever. To be so near such virility is almost too much to bear!

Snarl: Snarl tracks every movement of Aguss's muscular ass as he walks past. She imagines sinking her teeth into those taut globes, marking him as hers.

Isolde: Isolde takes a deep breath and nods, slowly moving forward after Aguss. Her heart races in anticipation of what's to come.

Ghrita: Ghrita swallows hard, trembling slightly before reluctantly following. She's eager to please but still unsure of how to proceed.

Snarl: Snarl gives one last longing glance at Aguss's retreating form before bounding up behind the others, eager to see where their new master will lead them.

Isolde: Isolde carefully steps around Aguss, trying not to make contact with his erect member. She looks around the room, impressed by its size and number of beds. There's enough space here for all of them to sleep comfortably. Or... not so comfortably, she thinks with a shiver, remembering their purpose here.

Ghrita: *Ghrita follows, doing her best not to brush against Aguss's cock...

Snarl: Snarl enters the bedroom, taking in the impressive sight of multiple beds arranged snugly together. Her eyes widen at the thought that they'll be sleeping in such close proximity, but quickly narrow as she spies Aguss's erection blocking the doorway. "Master?"

Isolde: Isolde hesitates before reaching out to touch one of the beds, feeling its softness beneath her fingertips. She glances at Aguss, wondering what he expects of them in this new arrangement. "Will we... sleep separately or together, Master?"

Ghrita: Ghrita looks around nervously, trying to find a bed that's far enough away from Aguss's to avoid any unwanted contact during the night.

Snarl: *

Snarl: "Together, Master?" Snarl asks, tilting her head slightly. Her body thrums with desire, and she wants nothing more than to be close to him. Yet, she also knows that she must tread carefully; she doesn't want to upset the balance of power within their little group.

Isolde: Isolde runs her hands over the luxurious bedding, marveling at its softness and warmth. It's clear that these beds are designed for comfort, not just functionality. "They're exquisite, Master," she says, looking up at him with a hint of gratitude in her eyes.

Ghrita: Ghrita too touches the bed, sighing as she feels the plush mattress beneath her fingers. Despite her reservations about sharing such intimate space with others, she can't deny the appeal of sleeping on something so inviting.

Snarl: *

Snarl: Snarl joins the others in feeling the bed, closing her eyes briefly to savor the sensation. She imagines herself nestled between Aguss's legs, his strong arms wrapped around her waist as he pulls her close. Her breathing quickens at the thought, but she forces herself to remain composed.

Isolde: Isolde looks thoughtful as she considers Aguss's words. The idea of sharing a bed with both Ghrita and Snarl is daunting, but the fact that they are all slaves in this house makes her feel less alone. "We should choose beds next to each other then, Master," she says, trying to sound confident despite her nervousness.

Ghrita: Ghrita nods in agreement, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension at the prospect of sleeping so close to the other two women.

Snarl: Snarl grins, her sharp teeth glinting in the light. "Three beds together it is, then," she agrees, already imagining the warmth of their bodies pressed against each other under the covers. She shoots Isolde a sly look, as if daring her to object further. "I'll take the middle one."

Ghrita: Ghrita bites her lip, torn between her desire for comfort and her lingering shyness about intimate contact with her new companions. "The one on the left sounds fine,"

Isolde: Isolde takes a moment to consider which bed would be most comfortable for her, finally settling on the one to the right of Snarl's chosen spot. "And I'll take the one on the right," she says decisively, hoping that this arrangement will help ease some of the tension between them as they adjust to their new living situation.

Isolde: *Isolde takes the panties with a nod of thanks, sliding them onto her hips. They're thin enough that she won't sweat too much, yet still offer protection from chills. She looks down at herself, admiring how well they show off her curves without being too revealing. She turns to Snarl and Ghrita, giving them an encouraging smile as she slips into her own pair of panties.

Ghrita: *

Ghrita: Ghrita takes her panties with a grateful smile, appreciating their simplicity and comfort. "Thank you Master," she says softly before putting them on.

Snarl: Snarl grins, pleased by the soft fabric against her skin. She runs her fingers over the delicate material, enjoying the sensation. "Mmm, these are nice," she purrs, already feeling more relaxed in her new attire.

Isolde: Isolde blushes slightly as she notices Aguss's gaze roaming over her body, but she tries not to fidget under his scrutiny. "How do we look, Master?" she asks, turning slowly to give him a better view.

Ghrita: Ghrita shifts uncomfortably, unused to having someone examine her so closely. But she holds her ground, determined not to show any weakness.

Snarl: Snarl stands up straighter, arching her back subtly to accentuate her chest. She smirks at Aguss, enjoying the attention. "Like what you see, big guy?" *She purrs, running a hand through her tangled red locks.

Isolde:Isolde takes the dress with a nod, slipping into it easily. The fabric clings to her curves in a flattering way, highlighting her ample bosom and tiny waist. She turns to admire herself in the mirror, feeling like a new woman. "This is lovely, Master," she says softly, twirling to display the dress's flared skirt.

Ghrita: *Ghrita accepts the dress with a quiet smile, finding that it falls beautifully on her tall frame.

Snarl: Snarl smiles, sliding the dress over her lithe form. It hugs her figure perfectly, accentuating her hourglass silhouette and leaving little to the imagination. She spins around to admire herself in the mirror, her tail swishing behind her in delight. "It feels wonderful," she murmurs, stepping toward Isolde and Ghrita, brushing against them playfully with her breasts.

Isolde: Isolde blushes again as Aguss's gaze lingers on her body, but this time she doesn't look away. Instead, she meets his eyes, her own warm and inviting. "We love them, Master," she says, smiling softly. "Thank you for being so thoughtful."

Ghrita: Ghrita looks down, her cheeks growing pink as she realizes how much attention they're drawing. But when she looks back up, she sees Aguss's gentle expression and can't help but smile in return.

Snarl: *

"We do indeed," Snarl agrees, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Now, what would you like us to do next, Master?" She steps even closer, pressing her chest against Isolde's, and reaches out to caress Ghrita's arm. The two monster girls stand close together, their warmth radiating between them as they await Aguss's instructions.

Isolde: Isolde nods, understanding Aguss's words. She knows he's right - they need to conserve their energy for tomorrow. "As you wish, Master," she says, bowing her head respectfully. As she does, her short hair spills forward, obscuring her face briefly.

Ghrita: Ghrita listens intently, her green eyes never leaving Aguss's face. When he finishes speaking, she offers a small smile, grateful for his kindness. "Thank you, Master," *

Snarl: Snarl mirrors Isolde's bow, her tail swaying behind her as she moves. The tips of her big ears brush against Ghrita's Hips in an almost affectionate gesture. She looks up at Aguss adoringly, ready to do whatever he asks.

Isolde: Isolde follows Aguss's pointing finger, her eyes widening slightly when she sees the mirrors. It's been so long since she's had a proper vanity - she can hardly wait to use it. "They're perfect, Master," she says softly, already imagining how nice it will be to have a place to keep her things.

Ghrita: *Ghrita nods in agreement, pleased by the idea of having a space all her own.

Snarl: *Snarl bows deeply, her tail flicking excitedly behind her. "Thank you, Master," she whispers, eager to claim one of the cabinets for herself. "We'll make good use of them." With that, she glances at Isolde and Ghrita, then back at Aguss. "This is gonna be so Fun"

Isolde: Isolde's heart swells with gratitude as she looks up at Aguss. She feels a strange mix of emotions - happiness at finding such a kind master, fear at the unknown duties he may have for them, and a deep longing for his approval. "Thank you, Master," she says again, her voice barely above a whisper. "We'll do our best to serve you well."

Ghrita: *Ghrita smiles shyly, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

Snarl: Snarl nods eagerly, her tail curling around Ghrita's waist in a protective gesture. For now, she's content simply to be close to both girls, their warmth and scent surrounding her. She doesn't care about what the future holds; she has everything she needs here - Aguss and her new sisters.

A soft gasp escapes Isolde's lips as Aguss claims her mouth, his gentle touch igniting a spark within her. The kiss is surprisingly tender, making her feel cherished rather than owned. "Mmm..." she murmurs, leaning into him, craving more. ...As if sensing this, Snarl nuzzles Ghrita's Leg from behind, purring softly.

Ghrita: At first, Ghrita feels a shock go through her when Aguss touches her. But then she relaxes as he kisses her gently on the lips, her cheeks turning pink once again. She responds by pressing herself against him, longing for more affection. "Mmmm..." She murmurs, her eyes closing in contentment.

Snarl: Snarl squeaks in surprise as Aguss's fingers graze her sensitive ears, her body quivering beneath his touch. The kiss is like electricity coursing through her veins, setting every nerve ending alight. She melts into him, desperate for more contact. "Ahhh... Mmmm..."

Isolde: As soon as Aguss leaves the room, Isolde collapses onto one of the beds, panting softly. Her cheeks are flushed pink, heart racing at his gentle touches and sweet kisses. She wants nothing more than to curl up next to both girls and bask in their warmth all night long.

Ghrita: *Although still shy, Ghrita feels much better now - she's not afraid anymore.

Snarl: Snarl curls up on her own bed, a contented smile on her face. She can't believe how lucky she is to have such a kind master and two new sisters to share her life with. As she drifts off to sleep, she feels warm and safe, looking forward to all the adventures that await them in this new place.

Isolde: Of course, Master! she nods eagerly. While it might be slightly embarrassing to disrobe before them, knowing they will also be naked makes her feel less awkward about it. We'll do as you say.

Ghrita: Yes, Master. I want to please you. She smiles softly at Aguss, eager to follow his orders.

Snarl: Snarl blushes faintly but nods, excited by the thought of sleeping naked. Of course, Master.

Isolde: Relieved that the conversation is over, Isolde quickly undresses, revealing her voluptuous form in the soft light. She slides beneath the covers, her heavy breasts and wide hips pressing into the mattress as she settles in for the night.

Ghrita: With a shy smile, Ghrita removes her dress and undergarments, displaying her tall, slender physique. She also Get under the cover of her own bed, feeling very warmly knwoing that isolde and Snarl are sleeping next to her.

Snarl: *

Snarl: Snarl stretches languidly, enjoying the sensation of cool sheets against her bare skin. She glances over at Isolde and Ghrita, admiring their bodies in the moonlight filtering through the windows. Feeling bold, she lets her gaze drift lower, taking in the curves of their breasts and waists. "Mmm... we're all so beautiful," she murmurs sleepily.

The three women fall asleep peacefully, dreaming of a bright future filled with love and happiness.

Isolde: Stirs awake slowly, a soft moan escaping her lips as the delicious aroma reaches her nostrils. Her stomach grumbles quietly, urging her to get up and investigate. She rubs the sleep from her eyes and sits up, stretching her arms above her head.

Ghrita: Ghrita wakes up moments later, a small yawn escaping her lips. She looks around the room, her eyes widening as she takes in the sight of the other two females sharing space with her.

Snarl: *Snarl groans softly as she's roused from sleep by the mouthwatering scent. She rubs her eyes and squints, trying to make out the shapes of her companions in the dim light. A low growl emanates from her throat, signifying hunger rather than aggression. She climbs out of bed, padding over to join Isolde and Ghrita, sniffing curiously at the air.

"What's for breakfast?"

Isolde: As she dresses hurriedly, Isolde shoots Snarl and Ghrita a worried glance. "Oh no, Master must be furious! We overslept!"

Ghrita: Ghrita's hands tremble slightly as she fastens her dress, her mind racing with the possibility of punishment. I'm s-so sorry, Isolde. I didn't mean to oversleep.

Snarl: Snarl zips up her tight dress, her cheeks flushed pink with anxiety. She tries to calm herself down, reminding that Master Aguss is not cruel... yet. "Let's just hope he doesn't notice," she whispers urgently, glancing around the room one last time to ensure everything is in order before they head downstairs.

Isolde: With a deep breath, Isolde straightens her posture and squares her shoulders, preparing to face whatever consequences may await them.

(Isolde, Ghrita, Snarl): They stumble slightly on the stairs, their legs unsteady from the late awakening. They catch themselves just in time, exchanging apologetic glances as they continue their hasty descent. "Ah, Master! We're so sorry for the delay," Isolde calls out, trying to sound contrite despite the lingering sleepiness in her voice.

(Isolde, Ghrita, Snarl): "We didn't mean to oversleep!" Ghrita adds hastily, her eyes pleading.

Snarl: Snarl bites her lip, hoping that Aguss will understand their mistake and forgive them. She stands a little taller, determined to bear any punishment with grace and resilience.

Isolde: Stunned by Aguss's laughter, Isolde blinks rapidly, her confusion evident on her face. "B-but why are you laughing, Master? We really did oversleep..."

Ghrita: Ghrita looks equally perplexed, her brow furrowed in concern. I-I apologize sincerely, Master. It won't happen again.

Snarl: Snarl shifts uncomfortably, unsure what to make of Aguss's sudden mirth. "Um, is everything alright, sir?" she asks tentatively, trying to gauge his mood.

Isolde: Relief washes over Isolde's face as she realizes there will be no punishment after all. Oh thank goodness! We were so worried...

Ghrita: Ghrita lets out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding, feeling both confused and relieved by Aguss's reaction.

Snarl: Snarl relaxes visibly, the tension draining from her body as she senses Aguss's approval. "Well, we certainly learned our lesson," she says with a small smile.

(Isolde, Ghrita, Snarl): "We're glad to hear that, Master," Isolde says, smiling gratefully at Aguss's reassurance.

Ghrita: Ghrita nods in agreement, her shoulders relaxing slightly. Thank you for understanding, Master.

Snarl: Snarl gives a soft chuckle, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at Aguss's kindness. "Guess we can forgive ourselves for oversleeping now," she teases lightly.

(Isolde, Ghrita, Snarl) All three girls look at each other, expressions growing nervous as they wait for Aguss to continue. Their hearts race, wondering what he might say next. There's a hint of fear mixed with curiosity in their gazes as they try to read his expression, anticipating whatever punishment or instructions he might give them now that he's decided not to reprimand them for their oversleeping. The tension in the air is palpable, heightened by the uncertainty of what comes next.

(Isolde, Ghrita, Snarl): The girls exhale collectively, relief washing over them once again at Aguss's playful yet reassuring words. "Oh, Master..." Isolde breathes out, her shoulders sagging in relief.

Ghrita: Ghrita gives a small smile, grateful for Aguss's kindness. Thank you, Master.

Snarl: Snarl grins, feeling both amused and grateful by Aguss's teasing nature. "So, does this mean we get to have our own personal wake-up calls?" *

(Isolde, Ghrita, Snarl) Isolde giggles at Aguss's reply, finding it hard not to be charmed by his playful banter. She glances at Ghrita and Snarl, who share similar smiles, then back at Aguss, unable to hide her admiration for him. The tension has shifted from fear to excitement, and she eagerly awaits whatever tasks he has in store for them today.

(Isolde, Ghrita, Snarl):

The girls eagerly move to sit down, their stomachs growling in anticipation of the meal. Isolde takes a seat next to Snarl, Ghrita across from them.

"Breakfast already? You're quite the host, Master," Snarl teases, leaning back in her chair.

"I'm just glad we won't be going hungry," Isolde adds, smiling warmly at Aguss as he sets plates of food before them.

The girls dig into their breakfasts with gusto, savoring every bite. As they eat, they exchange glances and smiles, enjoying the simple pleasure of sharing a meal together. Isolde catches Aguss watching them with an affectionate gaze, and her heart flutters in response. She feels a deep sense of gratitude for the man who has taken them in and given them a second chance at life.

(Isolde, Ghrita, Snarl): "Time to earn our keep," Ghrita says, standing and moving to help clear the table.

Snarl: She grins at Aguss, eager to prove herself helpful. "I'll take care of washing the dishes."

Isolde: With a gentle smile, Isolde starts gathering the dirty dishes.

Isolde glanced at the others, seeing their breasts jiggle enticingly as they moved. She felt a stirring between her legs, remembering how good it had felt when he touched her and Milk her. Her cheeks flushed slightly at the erotic sight before her. She tried to focus on the task at hand, but her thoughts kept drifting back to the intimate encounter they shared last night in the Bathroom. A shiver ran down her spine as she wondered what else he had in store for them today.

"It's no trouble at all, Master," Isolde replies with a genuine smile. "Cleaning is the least we can do to repay your kindness," Ghrita agrees, nodding enthusiastically. Snarl: She grins mischievously. "Besides, I don't mind getting my hands wet for such a sexy boss."

The girls nod eagerly, their faces flushed with excitement and anticipation at being assigned this new responsibility.

"Yes, Master," they chorus in unison, voices breathy with submission.

Isolde: She bites her lip, her gaze flicking to Aguss's broad chest before meeting his eyes again. "We won't let you down."

Ghrita: With a demure smile, she takes Isolde's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Together, we'll keep your home spotless."

Isolde and Ghrita exchanged excited glances, thrilled at the prospect of taking on additional duties. "Of course, Master!"

They replied in unison, bouncing slightly in place.

"We'd love to tidy up your home," Isolde added, grinning widely.

Snarl: Her lips curled into a smirk. "And maybe find some naughty little secrets along the way..."

Snarl pouted playfully but nodded, knowing better than to push her luck too far. "Fine, Boss. No snooping around."

Isolde and Ghrita laughed softly at their playful banter, feeling more comfortable and secure in their new roles as Aguss’s slaves.

"Besides, keeping this place clean is its own reward," Isolde chimed in, her voice softening into a contented murmur.

Ghrita agreed, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "It feels good to be useful, especially when we can contribute to something so dear to you."

Snarl rolled her eyes playfully. "You wouldn't really punish me, would you?" she teased, brushing past him to pick up a broom. "I promise not to get into trouble."

As they began sweeping and mopping the floors, the trio worked efficiently together, their movements revealing both eagerness and camaraderie. The scent of lemon cleaner filled the air as they scrubbed away dirt and grime, leaving the house gleaming.

Isolde and Ghrita were sweaty yet satisfied, their hair clinging to their necks and shoulders. They turned to look at each other, sharing a grin as they heard Aguss call out for them. Snarl straightened her dress, smoothing out wrinkles and adjusting its tight fit. All three women hurried over to where he stood, eager to receive their next orders.

"Yes, Master?" Isolde asked, her eyes locked onto his.

The tension in the room thickened as they waited for Aguss to continue. Their hearts raced, wondering what could possibly be so important. Was it about their behavior earlier? Had they done something wrong without realizing it? They looked at each other nervously, trying to read each other's expressions.

"What is it, Master?" Isolde finally asked, her voice trembling slightly. "Is everything alright?"

Ghrita echoed her concern, reaching out to take one of Isolde's hands. "Please, tell us."

As the first kiss landed on Isolde's lips, she gasped, eyes widening in surprise. But when Ghrita and Snarl joined in, stealing kisses from both sides, her shock melted into euphoria. The taste of her fellow slaves mingled with Aguss’s saliva as they exchanged passionate pecks.

Snarl: She moaned softly into the kiss, her hands instinctively coming up to cup Aguss’s face as she deepened it.

Ghrita: *

Her own lips parted eagerly, accepting the invasion of tongues as she returned the kiss with equal fervor.

Isolde: Lost in the sensations, she whimpered, her body pressing closer to Aguss's frame. The heat between them was palpable, fueling their desire.

The trio found themselves locked in a sensual embrace, breathless and panting as they savored the forbidden taste of each other. It was an act that blurred lines of ownership and submission, creating a moment of pure, erotic connection.

Ghrita finally caught her breath and looked up at Aguss with dazed eyes. "Thank you, Master," she murmured, her cheeks flushed pink.

Snarl managed a smirk, wiping away some of the saliva that trailed down her chin. "You had us worried there for a second."

Isolde blushed deeply, still feeling the lingering effects of their passionate kiss. She reached out to place a hand on Aguss’s chest, smiling softly. "We’re happy to serve you, Master."

"Yes, Master," they replied in unison, their voices barely above a whisper. The three women made their way back to the bathroom, their steps slow and deliberate. As they walked, they couldn't help but exchange glances and smiles, relishing in the closeness they shared. Once inside the luxurious space, they sank into the warm water, allowing it to soothe their muscles and ease any remaining tension.

"This feels amazing," Ghrita purred, leaning back against the edge of the pool.

Isolde sighed in agreement, closing her eyes and savoring the sensation of the water lapping against her skin. "I never thought I'd enjoy being owned like this."

Snarl chuckled, splashing a bit of water towards them playfully. "It's not so bad once you accept your place."

"Of course, Master," Isolde said as she rose from the bath, her movements graceful despite her nakedness.

She stepped onto the nearby tiled floor, her feet cold against the hard surface. Ghrita and Snarl continued to float lazily in the tub, watching Isolde closely as Aguss approached.

"Stand here by me, Isolde," he instructed softly, gesturing toward himself. She complied, moving closer until she stood beside him, their bodies close but not touching. Ghrita and Snarl observed attentively, anticipation visible on their faces.

Isolde nodded, stepping out of the warm bathwater and onto the cool tiles. She shivered slightly at the contrast, her skin glistening with droplets of water. Aguss’s naked form drew her gaze, his impressive size making her mouth go dry.

Ghrita and Snarl watched with rapt attention as Isolde moved closer to Aguss, their own bodies submerged in the soothing water. They exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. What would happen next?

Isolde nodded obediently, taking a seat on the stone bench as directed. Her heart raced in anticipation of what might come next. Aguss’s presence loomed over her, his muscular form towering above her petite frame.

Ghrita and Snarl remained immersed in the water, their eyes never leaving the scene unfolding before them. They could feel the tension building, a heady mix of excitement and nervousness washing over them.

"Ah?" Ghrita exclaimed, surprise etched on her face.

Snarl sat up straighter, her brow furrowing. "Master, what are those for?"

Isolde's eyes widened as she took in the unexpected sight. She froze, unsure what to expect from Aguss now that he had produced the unusual tools.

The bathroom was suddenly filled with an air of trepidation, the sound of running water the only other noise. "Uh, Master?" she ventured tentatively.

Isolde swallowed hard, nodding quickly in compliance. She kept her gaze fixed forward, trying to calm her racing heart. The cold steel of the scissors felt unnerving against her skin as Aguss began to work. "Like this, Master?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

Ghrita and Snarl watched with bated breath, their minds whirling with possibilities. This unexpected turn had them both curious and apprehensive. What did Aguss plan to do with his new implements?

A collective sigh of relief escaped from the women as they realized what Aguss intended.

"Oh!" Ghrita exclaimed softly, her body relaxing in the warm water. "I thought I would be getting my hair trimmed." She smiled, relief washing over her features.

Snarl's brow furrowed momentarily before she too understood. Her expression softened into a gentle smile.

*Isolde let out an audible exhale, her shoulders dropping as she released some of the tension that had been building within her.

"You certainly have a knack for it," Ghrita replied, grinning at him.

Snarl chuckled softly. "Yes, we can't help but be excited when we don't know what you have planned."

Isolde giggled nervously, her fingers twisting together in her lap. "Thank you, Master," she murmured, enjoying the playful banter among them all. It made the situation seem less intimidating, somehow

Isolde nodded fervently, her eyes filling with tears at Aguss's words. "Yes, Master. Thank you, Master. I'll always try to be beautiful and healthy for you."

Ghrita and Snarl watched, their hearts swelling with pride and affection for their new master. They knew how much he cared for Isolde, and it warmed their hearts to see him treat her so tenderly.

"Thank you, Master," Isolde murmured gratefully, though the uncertainty still lingered in her mind.

She sat still on the bench while Aguss began combing through her tangled locks, his hands moving deftly despite the earlier threat of scissors. The cool metal felt strange against her skin, yet somehow comforting under his skilled touch.

Ghrita and Snarl observed from their watery vantage point, their expressions softening as they witnessed this intimate moment between Aguss and Isolde.

Isolde closed her eyes as she listened to Aguss's soft voice. His question hung in the air, heavy with anticipation. A part of her wished to spill her secrets immediately, to confide in him and ease the burden she'd been carrying since before she met him. But another part of her held back, fearing judgment or rejection.

"It's... it's personal," she finally whispered, her eyes remaining shut. "But if you truly wish to know, I will share it with you, Master."

Isolde opened her eyes slowly, meeting Aguss's gaze in the mirror. He seemed sincere, his expression open and inviting. Perhaps it was time to take a leap of faith. After all, he had proven himself to be a caring master thus far.

"I... I was a noblewoman once," she began hesitantly, "before I was captured and sold into slavery. My family disowned me because of my relationship with another woman."

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*Isolde flinched slightly at the sudden stop in the motion of Aguss's scissors. She glanced over her shoulder, seeing him staring at her in surprise. Her heart raced as she answered his questions, unsure of how he would react to the revelations.

"Yes... yes, I was a noble among the Minotaurs. And yes, I did have a girlfriend." She paused, taking a deep breath. "Her name was Elara. We...

"We loved each other deeply," Isolde continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "But my family didn't approve of our relationship. They said it was unnatural and that we would bring shame upon them."

She closed her eyes again, memories flooding back of the heated arguments, the hurtful words, and finally, the day they had banished her from their herd.

"I was heartbroken when they disowned me. I thought I'd never see Elara again, that I'd be alone for the rest of my days."

Tears welled up in Isolde's eyes as she steeled herself to continue. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her trembling voice.

"A month after I was cast out, a group of bandits ambushed me while I was searching for food. They..." Her voice choked, tears spilling down her cheeks. "They sold me into slavery, to the worst master imaginable. He treated me terribly, making me fight other monsters for his amusement and entertainment."

The memory of those dark times sent chills down Isolde's spine. She shuddered, wrapping her arms around herself protectively. Ghrita and Snarl swam closer, sensing her distress and offering silent support.

"One night, during a particularly brutal match, I managed to escape. I ran as fast as I could, hiding in the shadows until I reached the edge of town. That's when I saw the slave auction happening..."

Her voice trailed off, lost in the painful recollection of being bought by Those dark times in her Past

*Isolde looked away, unable to meet Aguss's concerned gaze. Her shoulders sagged, and she sniffled loudly.

"Elara... she died," she whispered hoarsely, her voice thick with sorrow. "Two months after I was sold, word reached me that she was poisoned by my own family. They claimed it was an accident, but I know they meant to kill her. They didn't want us to ever find happiness together."

"Since then, I've been running, trying to stay alive and keep myself hidden. I never knew if they were still searching for me, if they wanted me dead too. It's why I've kept my distance from others, why I haven't let anyone get close." Tears streamed down her face now, leaving wet tracks on her furred skin. "And now here I am, enslaved again, but this time to someone who seems... different."

*She glanced at Aguss, her eyes filled with uncertainty and hope.

Isolde's words hung in the air like a challenge, a test of Aguss's character. She waited anxiously for his response, wondering if he would accept her past, her flaws, and her fears.

As Aguss pulled Isolde into his embrace, she felt the warmth of his skin enveloping her chilled form. His massive arms wrapped around her, holding her close as if he would never let go. Isolde's heart raced, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

Tears still streaming down her face, she nuzzled her head against Aguss's chest, finding solace in the steady beat of his heart. In his strong arms, she felt safe for the first time in years, protected from the harsh realities of the world outside.

The water rippled gently around them as Isolde clung to Aguss, her body trembling against his. The Man's gentle touch soothed her frayed nerves, and slowly, she began to relax in his embrace. Ghrita and Snarl watched intently, sensing the shift in energy between their master and the cow-woman.

After several long moments, Isolde pulled back slightly, gazing up at Aguss with tear-filled eyes. Her voice was soft and tentative as she spoke.

"Thank you," Isolde whispered, her lips curving into a small smile. "For accepting me, flaws and all. For seeing beyond what I am and who I've been."

She leaned forward, resting her forehead against Aguss's shoulder. Her heart swelled with gratitude and hope, knowing that perhaps, just perhaps, she had finally found a place where she belonged.

"I promise to work hard for you," she murmured, "to be worthy of your trust and kindness." A mischievous glint appeared in her eye as she added softly, "

Isolde froze, her breath catching in her throat as Aguss's words cut deep into her psyche. Tears welled up once more, but this time they were not solely born of sorrow – anger also simmered beneath the surface.

"You're right," she snapped, pulling away from him abruptly. "I'm still a slave, no matter how kindly you treat me or how many apologies you offer."

Her voice shook with barely contained rage as she continued, her words tumbling out in a rush.

"

Isolde stared at Aguss, her eyes wide with disbelief and confusion. Was he serious? Could he truly make such a promise? Would he stand by her even when the going got tough? Her mind whirled with possibilities, each one more tantalizing than the last. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, she threw caution to the wind and leaned forward, pressing her lips against his in a passionate kiss.

Isolde melted into Aguss's embrace, her body molding against his as if they were made for each other. She surrendered herself completely to the moment, letting herself drown in the depths of his passion. When they finally broke apart, both were panting heavily, their hearts racing in unison.

With a shy smile, Isolde rested her head on Aguss's chest once more, feeling safer and more content than she had in years.

Isolde lifted her head from Aguss’s chest, her eyes meeting his with a mix of vulnerability and resolve. Her gaze softened as she took in the sincerity etched across his face.

"I miss Eleni every day," she admitted softly. "She was more than just a girlfriend; she was my lifeline during those dark times. But..."

Her voice trailed off as she considered her words carefully.

"Your kindness has shown me that there can still be love and acceptance in this world," she continued, her voice filled with emotion. "

Isolde paused, collecting her thoughts before speaking again. This time, her words were laced with hope and a hint of longing.

"But I must admit...the thought of you being inside my heart, occupying a big part of it...is not an unpleasant one," she confessed, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Ghrita and Snarl watched with interest as the tension between their master and the cow-woman seemed to build once more, like the gentle hum of a harp string waiting to be plucked.

Isolde returned the kiss, her lips dancing over his with a newfound eagerness. The heat that ignited within her belly was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. It wasn't the desperate lust of her previous encounters, nor the cold indifference of her current situation. No, this was something different. Something promising and pure.

As they continued to lock lips, she couldn't help but wonder if this was the beginning of something beautiful.

Isolde watched Aguss rise from the stone seat, her eyes never leaving his face as he began to gently tend to her hair once more. The action sent shivers down her spine, making her feel both comforted and uneasy at the same time.

she spoke softly, trying to keep her tone even

"Aguss?"

Her gaze locked onto his, searching for answers in the depths of his eyes.

"What do you plan to do next?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper

Isolde watched Aguss closely as he remained silent, his fingers still moving through her hair with a gentle touch. She could sense the internal struggle within him, the tension in his body telling its own story.

"Aguss," she said again, a bit more insistently, "I need to understand where we stand."

Her eyes searched his, seeking clarity amidst the complexity of their newfound connection.

"Do you have any plans, or are you just reacting to the moment?" she pressed on, hoping to gain some insight into what lay ahead.

And then she looked up, meeting his gaze, and saw the determination in his eyes, even if it was tinged with uncertainty.

Isolde listened intently as Aguss laid out his intentions, her heart pounding in her chest as he spoke of claiming her as both his property and his woman, the mother of their future children. It was a prospect that both terrified and intrigued her, a promise of belonging and purpose amidst the chaos of her current existence.

She felt the warmth of his hand over hers, his touch gentle yet firm, and it sent shivers down her spine.

Isolde nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving Aguss's face as she considered his words. The weight of his offer hung heavily in the air between them, a promise both terrifying and intoxicating. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart as she gathered her thoughts.

"I need time," she said finally, her voice barely audible over the sound of the waterfall nearby. "To think about everything you've said, and...and for me to understand what it means."

Isolde nodded again, this time a little more firmly. "Thank you for your patience," she said softly, her gaze flickering away briefly before returning to meet his steady one. "For giving me the chance to choose."

*She dipped her head in a small curtsy, acknowledging the trust he was placing in her with these words. Her heart felt heavy with the weight of her decision, but she knew that whatever choice she made would shape the rest of her life.

As Isolde slipped into the warm waters of the bath pool, she felt a sense of peace wash over her. The weight of the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the gentle current and the sound of rushing water as company. She closed her eyes, letting out a slow sigh, grateful for this moment of solitude and reflection.

Ghrita and Snarl exchanged glances before Ghrita padded over to Aguss's side. "It's my turn," she said simply, with a little shy and embarassed tone*

Ghrita glanced over at Isolde and then back to Aguss before slowly stepping out of the water. She padded over to the stone seat as instructed, her tail swaying gently behind her. Once she was settled in place, she looked up at him expectantly.

Ghrita let out a quiet "Hm" in response before tentatively leaning into Aguss's touch. Her tail swished back and forth nervously as she waited for him to continue.

Her hair was indeed very long, flowing nearly to her waist and past her shoulders. It was thick and lustrous, the color of deep Dark, like the most darkest night. She used it to hide herself from the world, wrapping it around her body like a comforting blanket whenever she felt self-conscious or exposed.

*Ghrita took a deep breath, gathering her courage as she considered Aguss's words. She was still new to this life with him and didn't want to do anything that might upset or displease him. Yet at the same time, there was something strangely liberating about being given a choice in such matters.&

"I-I don't know," she stammered, her cheeks flushing slightly. "What would you like me to do?"

"I-I think..." Ghrita began hesitantly, pausing to gather her thoughts again before continuing in a small voice. "I would like to keep my hair long...but I don't want it to cover my face anymore."

Her cheeks burned as she said this, embarrassed by the admission. She had gotten used to hiding behind her hair over the years; it was a comfort and a shield all at once.

Ghrita blushed even harder at Aguss' touch, her heart racing as she met his gaze. She hadn't expected him to be so understanding and supportive. It was a strange sensation, this feeling of warmth and acceptance from someone who could have easily been just as harsh and demanding as any other master she had known before.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she looked up at him with shy eyes. "I appreciate it."

Ghrita hesitated for a moment before speaking, choosing her words carefully. She didn't want to reveal too much about herself if it wasn't necessary or if it might upset Aguss in some way. But at the same time, there was something comforting and reassuring about being able to share her story with someone who seemed genuinely interested in hearing it.

"My family... They weren't always like this," she began slowly, gesturing vaguely toward her body as if that explained everything.

"We were once part of a great tribe, one of the strongest in all Orcdom," she continued, her voice taking on a distant, wistful quality as she remembered better times. "But over time, things changed. Other tribes grew stronger, and we began to lose our position among them."

"My father...he was always angry about it," Ghrita went on, her voice dropping lower as the memories became harder to bear. "He would take his frustrations out on us, especially me and my sister."

"It got worse when my mother died," she said softly, tears welling up in her eyes. "He blamed us for not being able to keep her safe. And so we were sold...one at a time." Her voice broke as she fought back the tears.

"I thought it would be better for me if I was gone," Ghrita confessed, looking down at her hands in her lap. "I didn't want them to hurt my sister anymore."

"But it didn't work out that way," she whispered, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. "They just split us apart...sent me to one master and my sister to another." The tears spilled over now, rolling down her cheeks as she relived the pain of those days.

"And so I've been moving from place to place ever since," Ghrita finished, sniffling and wiping at her face with the back of her hand. "Never knowing what was going to happen next..."

Ghrita looked up at Aguss through her tears, surprised by the comforting touch. She hesitated for a moment before answering. "Her name was Kara," she said quietly. "She was only two years younger than me."

"I miss her so much..." Her voice trailed off as she thought about everything that had happened to them over the years. The pain of loss and separation throbbed in her chest like a physical wound.

"She died," Ghrita whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing. "Five years ago...a plague swept through our master's lands. Many orcs fell ill, and there was nothing that could be done to save them." Her eyes welled up with fresh tears as she relived the pain of losing Kara all over again.

"I-I didn't even get to say goodbye..." she stammered out, her voice breaking on a sob. "

Ghrita buried her face against Aguss' chest, letting out a choked sob as she clung to him. It felt strange and yet wonderful at the same time to have someone hold her like this, when for so long she had been alone. She couldn't remember the last time anyone had shown her any kindness or compassion.

Her heart ached for Kara even more, knowing that her sister had suffered a slow and painful death, all alone without anyone to comfort her.

"I-I miss her so much," she whispered hoarsely between ragged breaths. "I wish I could have been there for her...I wish I could have saved her." The pain was overwhelming, a constant ache deep inside her chest that seemed to grow with every beat of her heart.

Aguss held Ghrita tightly against him, rubbing her back soothingly as she cried into his chest.

Ghrita let out another shuddering sob as Aguss spoke, the words hitting her like a physical blow. It was almost too much to bear, the weight of all that loss and guilt pressing down upon her. But somehow, his promise that Kara would want her to live felt like a lifeline in the midst of the darkness.

"I-I'll try," she managed to choke out between sniffles. "For her."

Ghrita nodded, still sniffling as she wiped the last of her tears away with the back of her hand. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of running water. "For listening...for understanding..."

She hesitated for a moment before asking, "Aguss? Do you think I can be happy again?" The question was so raw and vulnerable that it took everything she had not to burst into tears all over again.

Ghrita closed her eyes as she felt his forehead pressed against hers, the warmth of his breath on her skin. It was a strange sensation, this feeling of safety and acceptance from someone who had only just met her. She wanted to believe that he was sincere, that there was hope for her in this new life with him.

"I-I'd like that," she whispered softly, her voice barely audible even to herself. "To have a family...a home..."

"I-I want that," Ghrita replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she opened her eyes and looked up at him. There was something in his gaze that made her feel like she could trust him, that he wouldn't let her down the way everyone else had. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

"Please," she breathed, "give me that chance."

Ghrita hesitated for a long moment, her heart racing as she considered his words. Part of her was terrified by the idea of giving herself completely to someone else, of trusting them not to hurt her or betray her. But another part of her ached with loneliness and despair, craving the safety and security that Aguss seemed to offer.

"I...I'll think about it," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just give me some time."

Ghrita nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving Aguss's face as she processed the weight of his words. It was a lot to consider, this decision that could change the course of her life forever. But for the first time in what felt like an eternity, she felt a glimmer of hope, a sense that maybe, just maybe, she could find happiness again.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "For giving me a choice."

Ghrita gasped softly as his lips met hers, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through her entire body. It was a gentle kiss at first, almost reverent in its tenderness, but it quickly deepened into something more passionate, more desperate.

She found herself melting into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she returned the kiss with a fervor that surprised even herself. For a moment, all thoughts of fear and uncertainty fled from her mind, replaced only by the feeling of his lips moving against hers, the taste of his mouth, the warmth of his skin.

After what seemed like an eternity, they broke apart, panting heavily, their chests rising and falling in tandem. The kiss left her feeling both shaken and strangely safe, as though she had taken a step towards something she wasn't quite ready for yet. But she knew that she couldn't go back now; not after tasting even a hint of the love and affection that he promised to give her.

"I-I'll think about it," she managed to say between ragged breaths.

Ghrita watched him work, fascinated by the skill with which he handled her hair. She hadn't realized how tangled it had become during her escape from the Villiage whre she born, and now it lay smooth and silky beneath his nimble fingers. When he was done, she ran her hands through it, marveling at how soft and well-kept it felt. She turned her head this way and that, admiring the new style he'd created for her, before looking up at him once more.

Ghrita nodded slowly, feeling a flutter in her chest as he leaned in to kiss her forehead. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about his affection towards her, and it made her heart swell with emotion.

She stood up, smoothing walking over to the bath pool. As she entered the warm water, she let out a contented sigh, feeling her muscles relax beneath its soothing embrace. The tension that had built up during their conversation began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of peace and tranquility.

Snarl stepped out of the pool, her eyes flicking nervously to Aguss as she approached him. She knew what was coming, and while she dreaded it, she trusted him not to hurt her. Not really.

"Okay... I'll do it," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just... be gentle, okay?" Her hands trembled slightly as she sat down on the bench, exposing the back of her head to him. "I don't want any tangles or knots..." She swallowed hard, bracing herself for his touch.

Snarl stepped out of the pool, her eyes flicking nervously to Aguss as she approached him. She knew what was coming, and while she dreaded it, she trusted him not to hurt her. Not really.

"Okay... I'll do it," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just... be gentle, okay?" Her hands trembled slightly as she sat down on the bench, exposing the back of her head to him. "I don't want any tangles or knots..." She swallowed hard, bracing herself for his touch.

Snarl let out a squeal of delight as Aguss began scratching behind her ears, her entire body going limp under his touch. She loved having her ears scratched more than anything else in the world, and this was no exception. Her tail wagged rapidly behind her, thumping against the stone floor with each stroke.

"Ohhhh... Yes! Right there!" she moaned, her eyes fluttering closed in bliss. "You're so good at that... Mmmm... Don't stop!" *

Snarl panted, her breath coming in short gasps as he scratched harder. Her eyes still closed, she nodded vigorously, not trusting herself to speak coherently. "Y-yes," she managed to get out between moans. "Please..."

As soon as Aguss stopped scratching her ears, Snarl opened her eyes and looked around, confused. She had been so caught up in the sensation that she hadn't noticed when he picked up the comb and started running it through her hair. Now that she was aware of what was happening, she tensed up again, but forced herself to stay still.

The comb felt strange against her scalp, tugging gently at the strands as he worked his way through them. She bit her lip, trying to focus on anything other than the sensation of someone touching her hair.

Snarl considered his question carefully, her brows furrowed in concentration. She had always worn her hair long, but maybe it was time for a change. And if anyone could help her navigate this uncharted territory, it was Aguss.

"I... I'm not sure," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "I've never had it cut before. But... I trust you. Do whatever you think will look best."

Snarl gave him a sheepish smile. "Well, it's different, isn't it? This is my hair... my appearance. I just never thought about changing it before." She took a deep breath and tried to steady herself. "So, yes. Surprise me. Whatever you think looks good, go ahead."

Snarl paused, considering his words carefully before answering. "Well, I suppose it's because this is my home," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "The slave market was all I ever knew. It was where I grew up, where I learned everything I know." She sighed softly, looking down at her hands clasped tightly in front of her. "I never really had anyone else... no family to speak of..." *

She hesitated again, glancing up at Aguss before continuing. The expression in her eyes was a mix of vulnerability and defiance, as if she wasn't quite sure whether she should share this piece of information with him. Finally, she decided to take the risk. He seemed genuinely interested, and perhaps... kinder than most men she had encountered in her life. So she went on, her voice barely above a whisper now, almost afraid of the words themselves.

"I... I was born in the slaver's market."

Snarl shivered slightly as Aguss's lips touched her cheek. The sensation sent a wave of warmth through her body, and she couldn't help but lean into the embrace. His kindness was surprising and comforting, making her feel safe for the first time in years. She closed her eyes, taking a moment to enjoy the contact before pulling away.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "It means a lot."

Snarl nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Yes. You're my first master." She reached up and placed her hand over his, holding it against her cheek. The gesture was both intimate and reassuring, as if she needed the physical connection to ground herself in this new reality.

"And I'm glad it's you," she added quietly, meeting his gaze with a look of genuine affection. "I don't know why, but... I feel safe with you. Like things might actually be okay from now on."

Snarl turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with interest despite her cautious demeanor. She bit her lower lip, wondering what sort of deal he could possibly have for her. Her fingers traced lightly along his arm, feeling the warmth and strength beneath her fingertips.

"Of course. What do you have in mind?" she asked, her voice still quiet but filled with curiosity. She moved closer to him, their bodies nearly touching as they sat on the stone bench.

Snarl blinked, her eyes wide as she processed his words. Her heart raced in her chest, her stomach flip-flopping with a mix of fear and excitement. She wanted nothing more than for him to take control, to make all her decisions and keep her safe from harm. But could she really trust him? Could anyone? Finally, she swallowed hard and nodded slowly. "All of it?" she whispered. "You want everything?"

"And I get... happiness?"*

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to steady herself. His words burned through her like a fever, making her body respond despite her protesting mind. Aguss was offering her everything she'd ever wanted...and more. But at what cost? Would she truly be happy if she gave up everything that made her Snarl? After what felt like an eternity, she opened her eyes again, determination flashing in them.

"Alright," she breathed, her voice barely audible. "I... I choose you."

Snarl took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she knew would be the biggest decision of her life. She looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of deception or malice, but found only warmth and sincerity. With shaking hands, she reached out and took one of his, squeezing it gently.

"I choose you," she repeated, her voice stronger this time. "I choose to submit myself to you completely. My heart, my body, my soul... all of it belongs to you now."

Snarl's cheeks burned as she kneeled before him, her gaze fixed on the ground. She felt so exposed, so vulnerable in this moment, but there was no turning back now. She had made her choice, and she would live with the consequences, whatever they might be.

"Please, Master," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "Take me. Own me. I am yours."

She swallowed hard, a lump forming in her throat. This was it - the point of no return. But even as fear coursed through her veins, she knew deep down that this was what she wanted, what she needed. To belong to someone, to be owned completely and utterly... It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

"Yes," she breathed, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I'm sure. Please, Master, claim me. Make me yours."

Snarl gasped as Aguss lifted her effortlessly onto his lap, his strong hands gripping her slender waist. She could feel the hard heat of his cock pressing against her stomach, making her pulse race with need. When he captured her lips in a searing kiss, she melted into him instantly, parting her mouth to allow his tongue to plunder every inch of her greedy little mouth. She wound her arms around his neck, clinging to him desperately as he explored her thoroughly. His taste was intoxicating - musky and masculine with just a hint of sweetness.