Even as a Slave, Let Me Walk Beside You
Siana left the room. Leon spent a long night with Sera.
Sera lay sprawled on the bed, her ass raised high as she panted weakly. Leon smacked the reddened cheeks of her ass where she lay collapsed on the bed. Exhausted and spent, she twitched in response. He'd probably cum inside her at least dozens of times through the night. Semen bubbled out from her pussy in thick globs.
One more time for the finale? He climbed atop her defenseless form. His cock plunged into her pussy, still dripping with cum, plugging it up. He'd fucked her loose all night long, so it slid in effortlessly without even needing to force it. And yet Sera's pussy still gripped him with that tight, elastic squeeze. Her inner walls clenched around his shaft, kkook-kkook.
Grabbing her ass cheeks like handles, he slowly pulled his cock out. Then, right before it slipped free entirely, he slammed it back in to the hilt.
Thwack!
"Kkyit…"
Her body shuddered violently. She flailed her hands behind her, waving them frantically—a plea to stop, no doubt. But he seized her wrists, pinning them to her back, and kept pounding down.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Ahk… hng… euk…"
A frail whimper escaped her cracked voice. Exhausted as she was, she twisted her body in a desperate bid to escape, but he held her fast by the wrists and legs. Watching her struggle only made him thrust harder.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Eungh… euk… heut…"
When he buried two-thirds of his cock inside, the head pressed against her cervix. He didn't stop there—he drove forward with force, crushing it and shoving it upward. Every time he tormented her womb with his cock, her waist jerked and trembled. But she was too drained to react much.
"Eh… euk…"
It was a shame she lacked her usual lively responses. Still, there was a certain thrill in ravaging a woman collapsed so helplessly. He stroked her already beet-red ass with his hand. Fearing another slap, she spoke in a pleading whine.
"Don't… spank my ass anymore… it hurts so much…"
She glanced back with a desperate, imploring look.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
As he kept thrusting, he kneaded her ass in silence. She kept peeking back nervously, worried about more hits. Her swollen, tear-streaked eyes, puffy from crying, only spurred him on.
When he raised his hand high after stroking her ass, she flinched and shrank away. But instead of striking, he lowered it slowly. The moment she followed it with her gaze and relaxed—
Smack!
"Kyaaak…! It hurts, it hurts so much…!"
She scrunched her face, her voice cracking with sobs. But that only fueled his sadism further.
"If you just lie there still, your pussy loosens up. Squeeze harder."
It was plenty tight already, of course. But he tossed out the excuse to degrade her.
"I'm sorry… I'll squeeze your cock tight-tight… just don't spank me…"
She begged, on the verge of tears. What the hell? This perverted masochist bitch. This natural-born maso slut was surely thrilled deep down. She was spouting these arousing lines on purpose, craving more abuse.
"Kkook..♥ Kkook..♥ Is your cock feeling good, sir…?"
Sure enough, she was gifted with masochism. She instinctively knew how to turn a man on, staging these scenarios to stoke his cruelty. A woman who'd come crawling to get fucked wouldn't beg him to stop now.
Smack! He slapped her ass cheek again.
"Wrong from the start! Squeeze it for real!"
"Hik…! I'm sorry… my pussy's too loose… I'm sorry for not satisfying you, cock sir…"
No, it was tight enough. But he played along with what she wanted. Hell, it turned him on more that way.
He yanked her hair, pulling her head back toward her face.
"Aak…!!"
Her waist arched sharply from where she'd been prone on the bed, head wrenched backward.
"You wanna die? Huh?! You got my cock hard, but can't even squeeze it right—what's your plan?!"
Tears like chicken shit welled in her eyes. Her scalp burned from the pull, and she clutched at his wrist.
"I'm sorry… spare me… I was wrong… sorry for making you use my worthless pussy…"
Smack! This time, he struck her cheek instead of her ass.
"Pathetic bitch. You got me hard, so take responsibility and make me cum!"
"Y-yes…! I'll take responsibility and satisfy your cock sir…!"
She brought her own hand to her face.
"Since my pathetic pussy can't squeeze right… I'll hold my breath myself to make it grip tight-tight…!"
"Pfft! What a dutiful onahole! Try your best to make me cum before you pass out!"
"Y-yes…! Please enjoy this stupid bitch's pussy as she squeezes with all her life…!"
She clamped her nose and mouth with her hand. Her already tight pussy went berserk from the survival instinct of blocked breathing.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
He gripped her waist and moved slowly. Kuh…! At this rate, I won't last a few strokes… Her pussy coiled around him like a vise. At his normal pace, he'd blow his load in seconds. He savored the slow drag, feeling every ridge and fold of her walls.
Her face turned blue from holding her breath so long, but there was no real worry. She wouldn't die from a bit of breath play—an Aura user who could pour energy from her sword? She could hold out for ten minutes if she wanted. This was just her staging the scene to turn him on, filling him with superiority and depraved ownership.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Climax built slowly. He gripped her hips without holding back and slammed to the deepest point, unloading his semen. Using her body like a disposable onahole, dumping cum into her depths—it brought an intoxicating high. Glurk-glurk—he had no idea how many times he'd cum tonight, but thick seed still filled her completely.
Pop! He pulled out of her pussy and roughly packed his things before leaving the room. She'd find her way back once she came to.
Stepping out, he saw Siana crouched and dozing. The shop owner's daughter had woken midway and gone home, but he hadn't expected Siana to wait like this. He shook her shoulder to wake her.
"Ngh, mm… Ah, you're done?"
She rubbed her eyes and stood, makeup fixed but tear tracks still visible—probably from crying again.
"Yeah. Let's head back. It's late."
"Okay…"
She followed quietly behind him. They pushed open the clothing store's door and stepped into the chilly air that filled their lungs. Dark silence blanketed everything; the streets were empty, not a rat in sight. Only the chirp of crickets softly pierced the hush.
That predawn sensation stirred his dormant sense of reality. He and Siana walked in silence, not a word between them. Only near her lodging did she finally speak from behind.
"Hey… Am I your slave now, Leon?"
He turned to face Siana. She seemed deeply confused, head bowed, fidgeting with her hands and feet. It made sense—he hadn't overdone the brainwashing magic on her. With her, he wanted to break her down slowly before making her fully his.
"Siana. Look me in the eyes."
But she couldn't hold his gaze, her eyes darting away. He approached, cupping her cheeks to force her to meet them. Tears welled in her quivering pupils.
"If you want to go back, you can. I won't stop you."
"…"
"But if you want to stay with me, I won't refuse that either."
"…"
"You might not believe it, but I didn't choose to come here."
"…"
"Still, now that I am, I want to make the most of it—live happily, with the people around me if possible."
Tears streamed from Siana's eyes. She wiped them and spoke.
"Hic… I don't even know what's real anymore. But I want to be important to you, Leon. Not just some slave."
"Siana, don't fixate on the 'slave' label. We're just moving toward the same goal. Whatever others call it, let's focus on being together."
"But…"
"You're essential to my plans going forward. I'd love for you to join me."
She nodded, seemingly convinced.
"Got it. I'll follow you. You showed me there's more to life than being locked in a tiny room, researching forever."
"As much as you want. I'll teach you all the experiences you've missed."
"Yeah. And tell me more about you—what your goals are, how I can help."
"Of course."
Leon pulled Siana's head to his chest in an embrace, smiling. The second key ally for building his kingdom—training complete.