Bitch Sex in the Sky! When the Owner Neatly Folds Her Clothes and Bows Down, It's the Slave's Job to Fuck Her from Behind! No Stopping Even If She Cries!
I joined the outdoor training exercise with a light heart. Before departure, at the assembly point, there were more male slaves mixed in among the witches than I'd expected. They were a tiny fraction—not even one in five—but still, for slaves who'd chosen to participate on their own, it was a remarkable change that so many had shown up already, getting along so well with their owners.
"Don't be scared~ Big sis will protect you!"
"Got it, sis."
A sultry beauty flashed a lewd grin to appeal to her slave. Or...
"...Stay right by my side."
"Yeah!"
A witch spoke with resolute determination, like she wanted to show off her cool side. They weren't quite on Sylvia's level, but they were all attractive in their own way. Their tall frames and long limbs stood out, though their breasts were uniformly small... a real shame.
As I glanced around, Sylvia yanked my arm, wedging it between her breasts, then glared up at me with furrowed brows.
"Tch. What're you looking at? If you're my slave, you only look at me!"
"Whoa, sorry. Just surprised there were so many slaves."
"Hmph. Slaves only...?"
"Of course. You're the only owner for me."
She probably knew I'd been checking out the other girls. Admitting it outright, even if true, wasn't always the best move. It could just sour her mood more. From experience, what she really wanted was for me to stop looking elsewhere—not for me to confirm it verbally again.
"Heh heh heh."
I stroked her head, and her eyes narrowed into a blissful smile.
'Sylvia's the best, after all.'
As a slave, I had to manage my gaze carefully. Time to uphold the chastity of our pure, devoted master-slave bond.
The cadets chattered noisily in the meantime. When the specified assembly time hit and the professors took the stage, everyone fell silent without being told.
"Ahem."
After a clearing of the throat, the lead speaker was the mature beauty with faint wrinkles—the same professor who'd borrowed Sylvia's magical blindfold before. She droned on in a fancy tone, but it went in one ear and out the other. When's this end? Glory this, honor that... A thirty-minute speech loaded with flowery adjectives. Summarizing the gist:
- A village in the west gets raided occasionally.
- They're after human men's seed, apparently.
- Culprits: monsters and subhuman races.
- We'd head there for a three-day, two-night defense stint.
- For intelligent subhumans, just scare 'em off. Monsters? Kill on sight.
'Monsters, huh.'
In this past year of peaceful sex life, I'd never even seen one. I've been living the dream. Ah~ kekeke. I'd only seen pictures in library books. The subhumans worried me more, though.
We boarded the airship for quick travel. I'd heard operating these things was pricey—why not save the cash and send the military instead? If they could afford this, why skimp on meals with dried rations? But no, it was all for investing in young witches' growth. The travel time justified the airship. I got the inefficient-but-experiential-training angle.
Three hours to landing, so I planned to cuddle up with Sylvia and chat. In the spacious hall inside, other pairs lounged—tall witches with slaves on their laps, hugging and flirting. I wanted to do the same, but most witches without slaves looked a bit downcast.
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'Ah... awkward.'
We slipped into our room. Desk and chairs? Skipped 'em. We crammed onto the narrow bed, giggling together.
"The west we're heading to is full of orcs and goblins, right?"
"Yeah. Total bitches."
She called 'em bitches because the ones out raiding were mostly females. From book illustrations, goblin girls had perverted, childlike bodies, while orcs looked like overtrained Earth bodybuilder women by my standards. Their men stayed hidden and protected like treasures. Seemed male droughts plagued non-humans too. Made sense—some races like the demona only birthed females.
Anyway, I recalled that even kidnap-happy subhumans outside human lands would eventually return the men after... overusing them. Why? Curiosity piqued. Time to consult Professor Sylvia.
"Sylvia, books said subhumans kidnap human men but release them later. Why?"
"...That's. Urk! Can't say it... Uwweee, those filthy bitches."
"What is it? Tell me!"
What could gross out my pure princess? Her sticking out her tongue in disgust was cute, but she looked pained, so I rubbed her back.
"Ugh, I only heard from Mom. You'll probably see for yourself... Ew, hate it."
What... My gut wasn't screaming danger, so maybe not so bad. Just "evil" by this world's standards. If chaste Sylvia hated it, maybe gangbangs? For her mental health, I changed the subject.
We wriggled and chatted, fingered each other, then went full sex. Sylvia, still clothed but panties shoved aside for raw clit-fucking, slowly stripped her outer layers. After a year's training, she'd lifted her restrictions: only undress by slave hands, only touched by slave hands. Now she could strip and tease herself.
"Haang...♡ Then, time for greetings?"
Sylvia neatly folded her red-lined cloak-robe into a perfect square, then stacked her skirt, shirt, and such atop it. She spread her cute bra and panties visibly on top for the finish. Then stood at attention beside it.
"...♡"
She presented her naked body at rigid attention before me on the bed. Her nipples, perpetually erect from the rings, stood out. Not even thirty seconds under my gaze, and pussy juice dribbled out. Then she dropped to all fours.
Breasts squished against the floor, ass high, flaunting her pale, pretty backline. A humiliating pose of submission to a man. She trembled wildly, thrilled by her own degradation.
"Hngt, urgh, hnght...♡♡"
She got off insanely on bowing naked before her slave like worship. And she demanded it. This perverted beauty owner was unbeatable.
"Hak... haak...♡"
I stood from the bed; she flinched, panting lewdly, unable to hold back.
I stepped on her head, pressing her forehead to the floor.
"Hauuk♡!"
Pshh! Pssshk! Pssshuuut—!!
Just from that, her raised ass sprayed girl-cum powerfully. Pussy juice too.
"Hrggguuu...♡♡"
Sylvia quivered in humiliated orgasm, moaning in ecstasy. I lifted her face—melted expression. Wiped her teary eyes with my thumb, caressed her flushed cheek. Tickled her chin, prodded her lips open, pulled her tongue.
Her soft, slimy tongue toyed in my grip, eyes growing stickier.
"Jeez, pervert."
"Heub...♡ Heulp, slurp, slrp, churp...♡♡"
Pushing it back? She sucked my fingers desperately, licking.
How much sluttier could this owner get? Tongue back in, she eyed the next act with anticipation and regret.
Seeing her bare soul so openly before her slave always swelled my pride. Head up, waist low, ass high—like a cat poised to pounce. Cuter than a kitten, her naked quadruped submission stoked my sadism.
I collared her; lips curled, she wagged.
Yanked the leash.
"Kkht...!"
A light tug didn't break her pose. Satisfied, I took position behind.
Her saliva-slick cock from mutual masturbation gleamed to the tip. Sylvia craned back; I saw only her perky nose and one eye. She grinned provocatively.
"You mutt...♡! Teasing me...? Hurry and fuck your bitch owner's pussy...♡!?"
Mysterious urging. Her wiggling ass and pathetic lines made my cock throb reflexively. Doggy insertion began.
Schlp...! Shlrrk!!
"Haaaang...♡♡!!"
Splrt- Pshuuut—! Pssshuuut—!!
She squirted and came instantly, moaning in climax, then taunted more.
"Hhik... Heuuk...♡ Hak, whatcha doin'...♡ Fuck your owner's bitch pussy hard, no mercy...♡!!"
She twirled her ass, shaking my gripped cock.
"Ngh, as you command!"
"Y-Yeah...♡ Don't hesitate like a slave—fuck your owner haaaang♡♡!!"
Shlrrkshlrrkshlrrkshlrrkshlrrk!!
I ramped piston speed, slamming. Pinned her back, yanked leash.
"Hek! Kek, hek...♡!"
Head wrenched back, upside-down face rapturous. Biting teeth, drool bubbled.
I leaned for awkward deep kiss.
Churp...♡ Slp...♡ Schwoop♡ Slrrp, slp♡ Churp...♡
Choking yet eagerly tonguing. Pshk! Pyu—! Pyu-splrt- Pyuk! Pshut!! Continuous squirting orgasms.
Climax built soon. In her breathless kiss-high, I whispered:
"Kek♡ Hng...♡ Kht...♡! Krghuuut...♡♡"
"Sylvia! Womb or mouth!?"
"Hk... Krhik...♡ Kek, in the baaaby rooom...! Whass wrong with yooou...♡!! Gotta cum in owner's womb...♡!!"
Coughing firmly. I crushed her body-down, unleashing.
Blruuurt—!! Blurp- Blruuuuurt──!!!
"Aghut...♡ Kkht♡ Ngkuuuut...♡♡♡!!!"
Pinned flat, she hugged my neck with arms back, legs hooked to lock my hips—deepening cum intake. Impressive, crushed yet wrapping reverse.
Gurgle gurgle. Her tiny womb filled. My excessive load half-packed it in one go. Sylvia maximized mana to savor the sloshy sensation, twitching.
Her "chillingly good" womb-filling—vulgar, lovable climax.
Cock stayed hard. Pulled back slightly, slammed in.
"Kriiit...♡♡!!"
Leaking cum and juice soaked her low pussy. Resumed pistoning.
"Hrgit...♡ More, hik, ngh, crush harder♡! Smash till owner squishes...♡ Fuck wild, that's it...! Hiiigiiit♡♡!"
Cheek floor-squished, she tightened reverse limbs. Each deep thrust, walls milked cum greedily. Owner's devoted cock-massage built me fast. Another load.
"Ngh... Sylvia, cumming inside!!"
"C-Cumming...! Flooding owner's bitch pussy so muuuch...♡!"
Blruut—! Blruuurt!! Blruuuurt—!!
"Kkht, hk! H...aaaak...♡ Hwaaaaang...♡♡♡"
Womb bloated, she teared up, sniffling. Limbs went limp. Instinct kicked: I pinned her sprawled limbs with mine. Interlocked hands, thrust again.
Sylvia lolled tongue, whimpering.
"Hwaang! Haang! W-Wait, nooo...♡ Owner's tired...♡ Stop, pleeease...♡♡"
Shlrrkshlrrkshlrrkshlrrkshlrrk!! Pshuk! Splrt! Gush!! Pssshyt! Gush!!
Kept pounding overflowing pussy. Teary pleas? Go harder—learned from last time I stopped and she sulked.
Thus, copulation till near-landing. I "cleaned" her quick, dragged her out.
Familiar professor approached, smiling.
"You two were last out. Getting along well?"
"Haha..."
Sylvia, limp in my arms, couldn't hide her dopey face. She was showing off: Fucked till I look like this by my slave. Glancing at flushed or sulky witches, she stood tall behind.
Cadets lined up neatly unprompted. Scarce slaves glued to owners. Pre-arrival inspection or rehearsal, right? Dazed now, but smart Sylvia would filter and brief me.
I joined the cadets beside her. All present; stage professor began explaining.