Chapter One

It was hard work. Dragging sacks of racks from the lower levels, to the top, to dump them and go back down to get more. But what choice was there? She was a slave, you got beaten and whipped if you asked too many questions, something she had learned over the last ten years here. At least she thought it had been ten years, you lost track of time when all you did was hard work from dawn until dusk. But the fire still hadn't gone out of her, it never would.

They could beat her, they could whip her, they could starve her, but she still had that fire in her eyes. She was her father's daughter after all. Numerous people were doing much the same as she. The men were pushing, or in some cases dragging, large boulders up from below. Women were, like her, carrying large sacks of smaller rocks around. She stopped on the way down, panting, looking at the water girl, "Um... can I have some water, maybe?"

The girl frowned, but walked over, shoving the ladle of water into her hands, trying to spill some. She frowned back at the girl, but quickly drank it. She didn't know why the girl disliked her so, but it didn't matter, she heard the crack of a whip falling on the ground, just behind her heels, causing her to panic and give the ladle back, before running back down underground. She didn't know what their problem was, it was supposed to be okay to have water when you were thirsty.

Maybe it was the fire in her eyes, that they detested so much. She herself didn't know. She just carried sacks, going back and forth all day, until the sun turned the sky a firey shade of orange. She could hear whips cracking in unison all over. It meant "Get back down!" and so everyone obeyed. Men, women and children all fled down the rather large hole in the former mountain. She filed in with the rest, going to the cell she was locked in every night. She just hoped tonight would be uneventful.

She used to be in a cell with more women her age, with her best friend, a girl named Henrietta, whom she just called Henri. The only men there had been far too old to even consider doing things to the women they shared the cell with. Now, she was shoved into a cell with men closer to her own age, who had "needs" as they said. She wasn't sure if she should be thankful to the people keeping her prisoner for a stringent set of rules about what they could and couldn't do.

Even after all this time, she was still, technically, a virgin. Male slaves were "put down" if they deflowered a female prisoner without permission. A female slave who didn't report such a thing happening to her was also "put down". She had no real idea why, most people died here anyways. No one ever got free. And it wasn't for fair share of attempts. She and Henri often tried to escape. The last one had likely been why they were now kept separate, whipped if they so much as spoke to each other.

She just snuggled up to the meager pile of straw and coarse blanket that was her "bed" and closed her eyes. She didn't want to be awake tonight. She pulled the wrapping around her hair down tight and laid her head on her hands. She almost dozed off. Almost. She could hear them, getting closer. She groaned, curling up tighter. She knew what was coming. She knew she couldn't stop it. But a girl could dream. Albeit not literally, she wouldn't be sleeping just yet.

She tried to hold it in, but as she felt the large hand grabbing her by the upper arm, hositing her to her feet, she squeaked. She held her eyes shut, until she was slapped, rather harshly. She grumbled and opened her eyes, they wanted to see the bright blue eyes she was born with. "Good, no closing your eyes. You know the drill." She oofed as he put his free hand on her head and shoved her to her knees, two more of them grabbing her arms, one arm in both of their hands, keeping her in place.

She grumbled and snorted, but he pulled his tunic up and smacked her across the face with his throbbing cock. "I said you know the drill." She had tears in her eyes, but she opened her mouth. They weren't going to be gentle, less so if she didn't cooperate. She was too sore for another beating, so she did what they wanted. He seized his opportunity and shoved it in her mouth, forcing her jaws wider, sliding all the way into her throat. She squealed and whined, eyes watering more, tears dripping down her cheeks already.

They never even gave her a chance to get ready, it was just straight into the throat. She gagged, but kept from biting, she'd made that mistake once, the resulting beating nearly killed her. He grabbed her head in both hands and just started to thrust back and forth. "Suck, bitch!" She knew she'd be hit again, so she started to suck, using all the power her lungs and jaws could muster, already drooling from friction. She was far too thirsty for this, she was going to dry out for sure.

The three men sidled along the floor, getting to the only chair there, the man presently violating her mouth and throat sitting down, pulling her head down, holding her in place, keeping himself in her throat. It wasn't until she reacted, flailing her arms around and squealing, going slightly blue in the face, that he pulled back a few inches to let her breathe. Her eyes were already red and puffy, crying silently. She knew what was coming next and it was so much worse.

Sure enough, she could feel him sliding under her. She could feel it when he pulled her into her lap, his sizeable cock sliding between her cheeks, before the warm saliva was oozed between them, all over his member. She started breathing heavily, look of panic in her eyes. She didn't like this part, not one bit. But, she could do nothing. She had one man holding her head, two more holding her arms, their hands easily wrapping around her arms.

She could feel her hips lifted, then just shoved down on him. She gurgled and screamed in pain, clamping her eyes shut, whining. But neither of them stopped. "Suck, dammit, we're going to have to teach you a lesson if you don't behave!" Tears marring her vision, she sucked, as best she could. She was now plugged, mouth and ass, though the one up her behind was far worse, not nearly lubricated enough. But that didn't stop the man from rolling her hips in his hand and thrusting up to meet them.

She tried to leave her body, as she had tried so many times before, but each thrust brought a bite of pain. It wasn't meant to go there, she just knew it. The men enjoyed her, for a while, as the two men holding her started to get a little annoyed, "Hurry up, it's our turn already!" The two already fucking her chuckled, but the one in the chair grabbed her head, forcing her to bob faster and faster, smashing his abdomen up into her nose, clearly he got off on putting her through pain.

But he clearly got what he wanted, seeing her face screwed up in pain as he smashed her nose and made it bleed caused him to cum, shoving her down all the way, his balls wrapped around her chin as his cock spasmed and spurted all his cum right into her throat. "Enjoy the meal, bitch, cuz we already ate your food for the day." She groaned, knowing he was serious, they probably already took her portion. She gagged and sputtered, what little she could taste made her want to vomit.

He unloaded and pulled out, rubbing the semi-flaccid cock on her nose, squeezing cum into her nostrils, she screamed bloody murder. "It hurts! It hurts! Stop! Pleaaaaase!!" She sobbed, her muscles tightening in her backside, which caused the man fucking her tiny ass to cum as well, groaning and grunting like a savage beast as he spurted his own hot ropes of sticky seed up her backside. He yanked out, making sure to get her to yelp, before standing up.

He and the man in the chair both took their places, grabbing her arms, getting her back on her knees. She was turned to the side and her face shoved right up to the cock of one of the men who had been holding her previously. Without a word, he shoved it into her mouth, which was open, she was panting, trying to breathe, also trying to hack up bits of cum still in her mouth. She squealed, sorely tempted to bite down, but she knew better. Meanwhile, the other man eagerly knelt behind her and shoved in.

Cum was oozing out of her, so she was already lubed, in his mind. It was partially true, it went in easier, but she was stretched, there was some kind of lubricant and he wasn't as large. She was partially thankful for all of those facts. They were both worked up, at one point having been holding her with one hand, jerking off with the other. As such, they just pounded away at her from the get go, needing more stimulation. She didn't bother sucking, he wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

The reason they were second was because they were slower than the other two men. She winced each time the man behind her stuffed in, his hips flattening hers, his sack slapping at her poor pussy. She wasn't feeling any pleasure, even if she would let herself, which she wasn't. It wasn't something she wanted. It would be different if she did. But it didn't matter, half a minute behind her and he was ready, he grabbed her hips tighter and rammed his way in and out.

She whined, closing her eyes, squeezing tears out, feeling him throbbing harder and swelling, before he blew, all over, pumping the unpleasant goo up her backside, moaning and grunting as he did, his balls twitching against her as he hilted and held there. The man in her mouth chuckled, grabbing her hair and pulling, making her squeal and open her eyes. He yanked back, making her look up at him, "You look at me while you're pleasing my cock, bitch!"

She nodded slowly, making sure to look at him. But she never looked into his eyes. She stared at his nose. He couldn't tell the difference. The man behind her pulled out, yanking her ass to the floor, shoving her on it, making her sit down. She knew why. She could feel why. It was all starting to ooze out. He wanted to see his work. A few moments later, the man in her mouth pulled back, withdrawing from her mouth. She knew what was coming. He always did the same thing.

She waited until the last moment, seeing his cock twitching in his hand, throbbing. She clamped her eyes shut as the first rope spurted out. Sure enough, it landed across her nose and eyelids. He wanted to get it in her eyes. He didn't seem to notice, he had his eyes clenched shut, squeezing it all over her face, moaning and squealing happily. The two men holding her let go, getting in front of her, the first one, who had given her the nosebleed, yanked down on her tunic, exposing her perky breasts, spraying his cum all over them as he came again.

The other man, who had torn her a new one again, sprayed on her face, then a few ropes on her breasts, before the four of them walked off, leaving her to collapse into a heap and sob. There were no sympathetic ears. No one to comfort her. It was all men here. Some were even offended she was waking them up with her crying. She crawled off to the back, towards the little pool of water. In her last act of defiance, she rolled in and rubbed herself clean.

Sure, it was their drinking water, but she didn't care, let them all drink the tainted water from what they'd let happen to her yet again. The slavers didn't care. She was already sore and bleeding, what worse could they do to her. She crawled out once she was clean, having taken a gulp or two of fresh water before tainting it with their seed. Once she could muster the strength, she crawled back to her bedding and passed out. She went undisturbed until half an hour before dawn.

It was time for work, the doors creaking open, the sound of whips drawing her out of a dreamless sleep. She didn't want to, but she got up, brushing blood off of her face. She adjusted her tunic, trying to get it back on, the strap over her shoulder just barely clinging together. It was just a small rectangle of burlap, a hole cut haphazardly into the middle, one strap over one shoulder and a small cloth belt tied around the middle to hold it together, with horrible stitching up and down the sides.

She limped out the door, following them all. She was given a small piece of bread and half a glass of water on the way. It was all she was going to get and she knew it. Her portion had been eaten last night, but they would assume she had gotten it. They didn't care if she hadn't. She was here to work until she died for "The Great Leader" and the faster she did so, the better. She trudged off, barely nodding at the green blur of Henri as she passed her in the corridor.

The girl knew what had happened just from looking. But she couldn't offer a word of encouragement, they'd be whipped and tossed into dark isolation cells for a few days if they spoke to each other. And so she went to hauling more sacks of rocks. All day long, no breaks, that's how it would go. But today was different. There was a fresh batch of slaves, newly arrived from Goddess knows where. She was walking past, lugging a sack, sweat all over her body, when she noticed.

A young girl was standing there, couldn't have been older than she was when she was brought there, probably six years of age. She was bawling, rubbing her tiny fists to her eyes, screaming "I want my mommy!" One of the monstrous slavers came over, growling, cracking the whip. The older girl reacted, cringing, but the younger girl kept crying. She cried harder when the next lash struck her across the back. The blue eyed girl couldn't handle this. She threw herself in front of the next lash, turning her back to it.

She tossed her arms up to the side, in case he tried to lash around her, the whip would catch on her arms. "Out of the way, slave!" She shook her head, belting out a "No!" He didn't like this, growling again, pulling the whip taught between his hands. "Then you'll take her punishment! And double for your own defiance!" She grit her teeth, refusing to cry out as each lash fell. Her back felt hot. Each lash stung as bad as every other one, her bare back torn open by the leather.

The poor girl had already run off. The older girl just stood her ground, stoic. She couldn't stand to see these brutish monsters abusing children. Even if it had to come out of her own hide, she wouldn't let that happen. She blinked, hearing a lash strike, but not feeling it, looking over her shoulder and gasping. "Henri, no!" Her friend was there, doing the exact same thing she had done. But it was too late, she already had a lash, the monster so enraged at this point.

"That is it!" He started rapidly lashing both girls, who squealed, trying to curl up to protect themselves. Each lost consciousness, one shortly after the other. They were dragged off. It was the end. They were no longer going to be tolerated. They were carted off, washed off and then packed into small cages. Each was so small they could barely be fit on their hands and knees. The fact that they weren't conscious made it doubly hard to pack them in.

But they were. They were not alone, however. Another slave, a tall blonde man had been carted off to the same place. He had tried to defend the screaming child when she was found by another monster. He too had been whipped to unconsciousness. The three were carted off, taken by a Gryphon towed carriage down to a local city. Relatively local at least. She came to shortly after they were unloaded at a market, their cages just tossed together next to a sign.

She couldn't read the whole thing, but she could read enough to know it was bad. It said "CLEARANCE. BUY NOW. PUT TO DEATH." She could piece it together, even though parts of the sign couldn't be seen. She was going to be sold and if no one wanted her, she was just going to be killed. She was now very scared. The day passed in agonizingly slow fashion. It was late afternoon, no one had so much as stopped to look. Not one person.

She was panicking, holding Henri's hand when they could both reach. It was almost sunset when a man stopped to look at her. He was handsome, probably just a couple years older than she was, dressed in very rich attire. She caught his eyes and looked away. If he saw the eagerness in her eyes, he would walk off. He saw this and smirked, he knew exactly why she did it. -Playing hard to get, eh? Good.- He snapped his fingers, a girl running up to him, he mumbled something in her ear and she nodded.

She ran off to his wagon to fetch a sack of coins. He pointed at her, talking with the salesman. She groaned, she had let herself feel happiness for a moment, before looking at Henri. She was quite taken with the male slave they were on sale with, they'd gotten to know each other in the small time he'd been there. The poor raven haired girl felt a twinge of pain in her heart, looking up at the rich boy in his pink shirt. "Th-Them too." She motioned at them. He scoffed, looking her over.

"I have no need for two women and a man." She pouted, bowing her head as much as she could. "I'll be obedient if you buy them and free them." This was intriguing to him. She was willing to sacrifice her freedom for two other slaves. This kind of altruistic streak was rare in her kind. He paused, stroking his chin, trying to display no emotion. "...Very well." He turned to the man already counting his money, "Those two as well." The squat man eagerly rubbed his hands together.

It wasn't like the boy couldn't afford it, his father was probably the wealthiest man in the world. He forked over 2000 more coins for the other two, the male not having quite as high a price. They were all let out of the cage. The girl was quickly taken by the wrists, the cuffs on them chained together, a collar slapped around her neck and chained to her wrists, so she couldn't use them. She groaned, her arms pinned to her body, the chain connecting her wrists to her new collar fairly short.

But she understood why. She had been tempted to take Henri and Michael and just run like hell. But she had given her word. The man walked over to her, grasping her chin, making her look at him, turning her head to the side, then the other, observing her. Despite the bruises and dirt smudged all over, she was attractive, stunningly so. Once she was cleaned up, she might even look noble. He then turned to Henri and Michael, who were freed from their cuffs.

"You two may go on your way." They looked at each other, then both at the girl, who bit her lip and nodded. She had made her bed and she would lie in it. She always kept her promises. Henri ran up and pushed rich boy aside and gave her a hug, whispering in her ear, "I am so sorry you have to do this for us... you... y-you already... l-lost y-your f-father b-because of me." But she shook her head, leaning in and trying to hug back. "It's okay, I've seen the way you look at him, go back to Coburg, see your brother, live happily with Michael... I'll be alright."

Henri sniffled and nodded, before running off, grabbing Micheal's hand and making a break for it. There was no telling what the salesman might do. But he did nothing, he was a middleman. He got paid for selling the Order's property and giving them their cut. She felt a tug, grunting, looking up to notice a leash had been attached to the collar. "Come on then, to the wagon." She sighed and then obediently followed. -What have I gotten myself into this time?-

She was "helped" up into the wagon, but went bright red across her face when he used the opportunity to feel up her chest and hips. But then he did own her now. At least he wasn't doing horrible things, yet. She was set down on a cushion, which was new. She hadn't sat on anything so soft in over ten years. She squeaked and whined, rolling on her hip and pinching her legs together. He had sat her down cross-legged and she knew that he knew full well she wasn't wearing anything under the ragged tunic she had on.

He smirked at her, both arms up on the side of the wagon, staring. Oh the fun he was going to have with her. "What's your name, girl?" She frowned at him for a split second, before putting on a neutral expression, tucking her chin down, "Madason." He nodded, stroking his chin again, as if pensive about something. "A fine name, mine, although you won't address me by it, is Brandon. Brandon Briscoletti." She nodded, then frowned, he meant something by that.

"I can see you're wondering what I mean. I mean that you'll be calling me Master, that is when you speak. You only speak when spoken to, understood?" She furrowed her brow and frowned again, but nodded. He chuckled, seeing his chance for more mischief, crawling over and kneeling in front of her, easily a foot or more taller than her. He took her chin again, making her look up. She broke eye contact after a moment, but he spoke anyways, "You forgot something."

She whined, looking around frantically. "Wh-What?" He tapped her nose a few times, gently, but also firmly. "You forgot to say 'Yes, Master' to me" She groaned, he meant it. "So, what did you have to say about earlier? Hmmm? Only calling me Master, and only speaking when you're spoken to? Do you understand?" She groaned a little, his skin on her own making her feel strange. "Y-Yes, Master. I understand." He smiled, "Good." Then he leaned in and kissed her, hard.

She squealed, blushing again. She could feel the heat from her forehead down her shoulders, to her breasts. She was as red as a tomato all over. But he held her chin and kissed, his tongue in her mouth, rolling around. She was released only when he was done. She tucked her chin to her chest, hiding her face behind her hands. It was her first kiss, ever. She was allowed to relax after, told that she could get comfortable. She did. She fell asleep. It was easier for him that way.

She slept even as he lifted her in his arms and carried her up onto his father's ship. She slept the whole way to the far shore and the entire wagon ride there. She only roused when the wagon came to a stop, lurching a bit. She blinked the sleep from her eyes, looking around lazily. She had never been allowed to sleep so long. She was woken up at least twice an hour for something before. She tried to stretch, but was still chained up, groaning. "Can you take these off? I'm not going to run."

She frowned up at him, causing him to chuckle. "I don't know, can I trust you?" She growled at him, her blue eyes flashing. "Of course you can! I gave you my word! I have never lied in my life!" He blinked and pulled back a bit, the first time it had ever happened to him. This girl had fire in her belly. He grinned wide at her, he liked feisty. Most girls were so enthralled with his wealth that they tried everything to get into his good graces, this girl had a spine, she stood up to him.

Despite the fact that she had no right to do so. "Hmmmm, well then." He snapped his fingers, the same scrawny blonde girl from earlier running up and unlocking the contraptions. She rubbed her wrists, under the cuffs, sighing. She'd hoped they would be taken off, but then again, she was still a slave, she just had undergone a change of ownership. He looked down at her, having gotten off the wagon to stretch his long legs. She squeaked, looking up at him. She hadn't noticed earlier exactly how tall he was.

Her knees felt weak. She knew why he bought her. It was obvious. It was forbidden where she had been enslaved for more than half of her life, but not now. He could tell what she was thinking, grinning again, that charming, disarming smile of his. He looked at the blonde girl once more, "Claire, you know the drill." The girl bowed her head and grabbed the girl, dragging her off as she went. She fought back, meekly, just too weak for this. She knew what was going to happen, vaguely.

She was correct, partly, because she was dragged into a large villa. Oh not the mansion nearby, this was more a playhouse for the boy. It was still several times larger than a normal house though. She was dragged right to the bathroom and stripped naked. It wasn't hard, her tunic was barely holding itself together as it was. She was then shoved into a large tub full of hot, soapy water. "You going to wash yourself, or do you need help?" She hacked and sputtered, she couldn't actually swim, thinking she was drowning.

"Help! Help! Can't swim! Heeeeelp!" She was laughed at, which made her angry, stopping her mad flailing to glare. But that's how she found out, she was seated already, her ass on the floor of the tub. She flushed a bright red and calmed down. "Sh-Shaddup... how was I sposed to know? You think they bathed us there? I've been a slave almost my entire life. Last bath I took wasn't in a huge fancy tub like this." The girl shrugged, going to throw the tunic away.

It reeked, of more than one bodily fluid. Madason was left to her own devices, splashing around in the water. It felt great. Water that wasn't frigid. It even smelled nice, nothing like the foul water she had been in earlier that day. She never wanted to get out, snuggling in and resting her head on a headrest she found. She started to purr, lips curling up into a grin reminescent of a feline. She dozed off quickly, snoring in no time. It drew the attention of more than one maid, who peeked in to check.

"How does that little slip of a girl make noise like that?" But she wasn't roused, she would need her strength. It wasn't until she'd been snoring for half an hour that Claire came back and shook her awake. "Ugh, get up, you're snoring and you're not clean!" She groaned, coming around, squinting, "Oh, it's you... go away..." She only had to obey the boy, not this girl. But she was wrong, "If you don't clean up, I'm going to tell him you're being disobedient." It was said with authority and then she realized, she was a slave, the girl wasn't.

She sat bolt upright, flailing around, grabbing a rag and a bar of soap, rubbing. "Clean, see? Clean!" She was rubbing her skin, whining when she had to wash her back, she couldn't reach and soap was running into her wounds. She hissed and gurgled, foaming at the mouth. It pained Claire, to see the wounds. But she knelt down, taking the rag, washing her back for her, taking great care to make it hurt as little as possible. "So, you're so disobedient that you had to be whipped?"

She snorted in derision, face twisting with rage, "I'll have you know, I got these because I wouldn't let them whip a tiny girl. I took her lashes and got twice as many for it. Pampered princess like you could NEVER understand." There was a twinge of pain in Claire's heart, up to the pampered princess comment. She squeezed the rag, getting soap to run down her shoulder blades, right into the wounds. "Yeowch!" She knew why, but she just slumped forward.

"Sorry, touchy subject." Both nodded to the other, before she was cleaned up. The hot water had done miracles for her skin. It should have, it was not only soapy, but laced with Amor Seco Essence, which had healing properties. The bruises had melted away while she napped. The soap and water running down her back was helping to heal the whip marks, but they would take a bit longer. Once she was clean, she was dried off and dressed. Nothing fancy.

It was much like her tunic, only it showed off more of her legs and her breasts. She flushed red, about to protest, but Claire shook her head, she was going to be dressed like the young master wanted. She gave up and let her hair be brushed, tied off near the ends with a purple ribbon. They thought it would go best with her dark black hair. It would also make the hair more manageable. She was shown off to a large room. She knew it was large because she couldn't see the whole thing.

Her eyes were bad. She could see things up close, to a point. But too close to her face and they went blurry and after a certain point away they went blurry again. She was pushed towards a large chair and shoved into it. She oofed, not expecting it. She hadn't sat in a chair for a while, looking around at all the strange utensils on the table. There must have been a dozen or more. She attacked the food that was put on her plate. Honest to Goddess food. For the first time since she was a child.

She grabbed the largest fork and a knife, tearing at it and shoving it in her mouth. Meat, potatoes, some veggies, lots and lots of things. She ate as much as she could fit, her belly bulging a little. It wasn't that much to most people either. Especially not the uber wealthy family that owned this villa. But to her, she'd just eaten a month's worth of food at once. She belched and then cackled at the groans of disgust from servants around her. She could care less if they were disgusted with her.

She drank as much of the juice as they would give her. She was even given a small goblet of wine. She guzzled that down as well. It was enough, making her feel fuzzy and dizzy. The sun was setting by now, it was close to the time. Slowly all the servants filed out, leaving Claire to wait by. She did so, dutifully. She was slightly jealous. She had been with the young master once before. But never again since. He arrived soon after, ready for the night's events.

He stopped behind the chair, leaning over it, propping himself up, seeing Madason rubbing her belly happily. "Enjoy your meal?" She jerked upright, looking up and seeing him, quickly nodding. He cleared his throat after a moment, making her bite her lip. "Yes, Master..." He smiled and took her hand, helping her up. "Good, then it's time for the after-dinner entertainment." On some level, she knew what she meant, but she was hoping he meant some actual entertainment.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, it was unclear, he did not. He took her to his playroom. All manner of toys. But not the child-friendly type. She swallowed hard. She had no idea what they were, but from their shapes, it was obvious what they were for. He took her over to one, in the middle of the room, pulling her tunic off in one swift motion and bending her over it. He locked the cuffs around her wrist into some rings and then found a new set for her legs. He snapped them gingerly around her ankles and locked them in place.

"Oh this will never do, these horrible black iron things." He took them off her wrists, attaching ones that matched the silver ones around her ankles, rubbing the bruises on her wrists first, casting Heal while she wasn't paying attention. He then snapped the new cuffs on and clipped them down. She whined, naked and bent over a strange, padded bench. "Wh-What are y-you d-doing? ...Master?" She tacked it on quickly, he hadn't actually spoken to her, but she figured he would answer.

"Why, I'm doing what I wish, with my beautiful property. That is all you need know, Mada." She groaned, rolling her eyes. It wasn't like her nickname was hard to guess, but still. He smirked at her reaction, though not having seen her eyes roll, giving a firm swat to her exposed rump. She squealed and arched her back, feeling the cuffs tug. "Ouch... wh-wha? Hey... No need to beat me... I'm being obedient... um, Master." He chuckled and did it again, on the other cheek.

"If I were beating you, it would be much harder than a simple spanking, now hush. I'm having fun." She sighed and bit her lip, nodding. She was fairly pale, all over, years of working underground, rarely ever out in the fresh air and sunlight. As such, each swat left a noticeable red mark on her soft flesh. She whined and tugged on the restraints, squealing each time he smacked. He was far from being cruel, but it still stung a bit. He would smack one cheek, rub it, then smack the other, repeating this until her entire ass was red.

"N-No m-more... p-please, M-Master... it hurts... and it's hot..." Her ass was emanating heat now, it was clearly the truth. So he rubbed it, cupping and kneading. It stung, but it tingled as well. It was strange. She was panting, tugging on the restraints, whimpering from the helplessness she felt from it all. He noticed the trickle of juices pooling between her cheeks, her pussy on display just barely between her thighs. He slid his finger down between said thighs and ran it along her puffy folds.

She squealed in agony, arching her back, drool splattering all over. She'd never actually been touched there. Since it would get their heads removed from their bodies, none of the men from the Order had ever touched her there. He chuckled and did it again, more pressure on the tip of his finger. She cried out yet again, not as much drool splattering around, but she was oozing from her lower set of lips now. "N-No... p-please... I'm s-scared..." He chuckled once more and patted her ass.

"Who's the Master and who is the slave?" She groaned, slumping, feeling him rubbing the soft flesh of her ass, "You're the Master, I'm the slave. D-Doesn't mean... I... I have to enjoy it being that way." He laughed and nodded, but undid her ankles, then her wrists, scooping her up and carrying her off. "Well then, Mada, you get to choose, what shall you be strapped to? Hmmmm?" She groaned and hid her face from him, tucking it to his arm. She didn't want to choose anything.

"Tut tut, that's an order." She slumped and then flailed around weakly, before looking around. Nothing really looked like it would be "fun" for her. But some did look more comfortable than others. Some, she could guess, would have her bent into positions she was sure the human body couldn't achieve. So she pointed at a simple cross sitting against the wall. "Ah, my favorite, how did you know?" She groaned again, smacking him on the arm, "Sh-Shaddup, it's embarrassin, jerk!"

He pinched her ass, making her squeal, "That's Master jerk, to you, girl." She rolled her eyes, so he could see, "Fine, Master jerk!" It was half an insult, so she didn't mind, giggling. He clicked his tongue, attaching her wrists to the hooks. "Just for that, no comfy spread eagle position for you." She groaned, shaking her head, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" But his mind was made up. He took her legs and lifted, hooking the ankle cuffs to the same hooks as her wrists.

She squealed, her body bent up, legs spread wide, the warm, wet feeling between her legs intensified. She knew he could see everything. Her vulva was spread wide, lube oozing all over her ass. "Gah! No! Don't look! D-Don't look!" He chuckled, grabbing a feather and dragging it around her thighs. "Don't look? Why not? I own this." He cupped his hand around it and rubbed hard. She squealed in a high pitched voice, eyes crossing. "Aieee!" It felt good and wrong all at the same time.

But he rubbed, both the feather up one leg and down the other, and her pussy in his large palm. She started breathing heavily again, her nipples standing straight up, her big blue eyes fogging over. She could feel the heat of his hand, on her vulva, a strange wetness between the two. He pulled the hand back, smooshing his fingers around, pinching and spreading them. "Look how wet you are, naughty naughty." His thumb and forefinger had a trail of some thick, clear juice between them.

She clamped her eyes shut and whined. This had never happened, ever, not once. She was confused. But then, it also felt so good. None of the boys had ever once done any foreplay. In fact, they did what they wanted and left. He dragged the feather across her nipples, then down her abdomen, to her pussy, tickling it around, all over. Across every inch, before stopping at her clit, using deft flicks of his wrist to brush it across the tiny pink nub. She screamed at the top of her lungs.

It happened so fast she didn't know what it was. Her body tightened all over, then rocked around. If the cross hadn't been bolted in place, it would have been all over the place. She clamped so tightly that her lube spurted out of her tight opening, ejaculate spraying out of her urethra. He hadn't been expecting the latter, his clothes from the waist down coated in it. "Wow... was not expecting you to cum that hard." He chuckled, peeling his clothing off and dropping it.

He was well-built. Tall, toned and tanned. She blushed, tucking her chin down into her meager cleavage, peeking up timidly at him. He was quite handsome. It could have been the afterglow, but she swore she loved him for a moment. She looked down, blushing the reddest ever, seeing his cock slapping up to his belly. She nearly fainted. It was bigger than she'd seen before. Not ridiculously large, just bigger. She started babbling incoherently, trying to explain things like being a virgin and how it wouldn't possibly fit.

But he was having none of that. He stepped in, pressing the vein along the bottom to her vulva, putting weight on it. She went crosseyed again, feeling her folds spreading around it. He rolled his hips slowly, rubbing up and down against her, only further spreading her. She managed to stammer out a response, "T-Too b-big... w-won't f-f-fit..." But he chuckled, taking her chin in hand, leaning in and kissing her hard and deep, like before. She melted, kissing was nice.

He kept it up, til she had melted enough that the fight went out of her, hanging there and giggling. He was still rubbing, pre oozing all over. "They always say it won't fit. But it always does." She frowned, but then giggled, his rubbing peeling the hood of her clit back, the slick flesh dragging across the sensitive nub. She couldn't say no, even if she wanted to. And she no longer wanted to. He leaned in close, brushing hair from her ear, whispering. His breath hot on her ear.

"That wine you drank, had a potion in it, so I won't be pulling out. You won't get pregnant, so none of that." Her eyes went wide, reason coming back for a split second, before melting again, nodding slowly, whispering, barely audible, "Yes... Master." He twitched, a spurt of pre landing on her belly. He couldn't take it. He slid back, hands sliding down her thighs, to her hips, taking them in hand and lining up. He slid a hand under her ass and held himself between two fingers.

"This is going to sting a little. But not that much, you came already, should be plenty wet." She nodded dreamily, having no idea what he was talking about. Then the world went a bright white for a moment. He stuffed the whole thing in, one thrust. She squealed, feeling something hot spurting all over her thighs, a snap and a bite of red hot pain. She panicked and flailed around, but he tapped her nose gently, "Shhh, shhh, relax and it will feel better, trust me."

She nodded again. A tall order, but she forced herself to relax, slumping in the restraints. He wasn't lying, it hurt less. Not completely painless, but less. He leaned in, nuzzling and kissing her neck, all over. Sliding up to an earlobe and nibbling it. He rubbed her hips, then slid a hand to a breast, cupping and kneading it, nibbling her earlobe harder. She giggled. What he was doing was working. It was distracting her. He pulled back as she giggled, feeling her walls tug and strangle him.

His eyes rolled back for a moment, but he gathered himself and pushed back in, once the tip was nearly free. She squealed for a moment, curling her toes, but then giggled again. The wine was still in her system. Not only alcohol, but Heartroot and Lacevine, an aphrodisiac and contraceptive respectively. She cackled and wriggled around, nipping at him. Partially due to the herbs, but mostly because she just felt like it. She tried to kiss him again, whining when she couldn't reach.

He seemed to get this and leaned in, kissing her. She kissed back this time, her tongue rolling around his, jerking her hips at him as much as she could. He seemed to enjoy that, most of the time they fought back. She was behaving. -It's going to be a shame to let her go.- He frowned internally and broke the kiss, pressing his forehead to hers and starting to drill his hips. She didn't mind, it felt good now. The biting pain was gone. She was warm and tingly all over.

She wiggled her fingers and toes, barely able to feel them. Her whole body was melting. Melting for him. The first man to be dominant, yet treat her so gently. He could feel her body heat rising. He got between her legs, feeling them pressed tightly around his torso. He pumped his hips, harder and faster, getting as deep as he could go. She squealed, feeling his balls slapping her cheeks, giggling. If she could have, she'd have clapped her hands together giddily.

They kept sticking to her and peeling off, it tickled so much. She kissed at his neck when he pressed his body into hers. She even nuzzled him, acting much like a kitten. She was falling for him. He wasn't so bad. He freed her friends. He saved her from being beheaded. He let her sleep, gave her a bath, gave her wearable clothes, fed her. He even had the deceny to make her cum before he put it in. The fact that he was loaded didn't hurt, but she wasn't thinking about that.

He slapped his hips up against her, making her moan and coo, barely getting a word out between slaps, "I. Think. I. Love. You. Master!" He blinked, stopping, looking her in the eyes. She whined, wriggling around, trying to roll her hips. "No. No please! D-Don't stop! Not now... so close... please..." He sighed, starting to roll his hips again, he didn't have the heart to say it. Let her have her fun. She cooed as he started again, moaning and panting, looking at him.

She tried to make eye contact, but now he was the one refusing to look. She frowned, blowing bangs from her face. "Wh-Why... w-won't you look at me?" He shrugged, cupping her ass and spanking her. It brought her attention back to the act of love making. She wiggled around and giggled softly, grinding her hips against him. He started to go as fast and hard as he could, without hurting her at least. He wanted release. He was tingly all over as well.

He was grunting like an animal now, she knew what was coming. She didn't care this time. It didn't hurt like normal. He wasn't trying to make her nose bleed. He wasn't cruelly fucking her ass with insufficient lube. She was oozing all over, struggling with the restraints, wanting to hold him. "Please... undo my arms... I wanna... I wanna hold you." Unable to say no, he undid her hands. She fell into him, still held up by the legs, wrapping around him and embracing him tight.

He couldn't take it. She was hot and soft and tight. She was willingly embracing him. He came, his thrusts becoming animalistic in their intensity. She could feel it, the throbbing, the spasms, the explosions of warmth inside of her. She held tight, squealing happily. Doubled over like this, her clit was constantly rubbing his abdomen. She kissed his shoulder all over, grinding hard, before she came again. She could feel her pussy clamping over him, fluttering.

She was stretched as far as she thought she could go, his cock in all the way to the base, the spasms of her pussy pulling every drop out, giving him pleasure he rarely felt. She nibbled and bit his shoulder, acting more like a kitten than ever. It was indescribable, feeling the warmth flowing into her body from his. She liked it. He put so much of his life's seed into her womb. She could feel it sloshing around. She wore herself out, the rolling of her hips slowing.

No more energy to roll them as fast and hard, only shaking them slowly from side to side, before slumping against him. "I love... you..." He sighed again, unhooking her legs and pulling out, letting her down to her feet. She almost crumped to the floor, barely hanging off of him. He eased her down and grabbed his clothing, pulling it back on. Before he dressed her. He lifted her and carried her off. She cooed and moaned, writhing around. He took her to a rather nice room and laid her down on the large bed.

She whined and reached for him, but he kissed her forehead and walked off. He went to his own room and flopped out on the bed, putting out the lamp and falling asleep. She had tuckered him out, which was rare for a woman to do. She rolled around weakly for a while, not having slept in a bed for twelve years at least. It felt soft and fluffy, like a cloud. She purred herself to sleep, not even snoring once all night. She woke up with the sun, yawning and sitting up, rubbing her eyes.

She blushed, immediately pulling the tunic back down, her bare crotch showing. She also grimaced, the sheets were stuck to her, dried cum all over. "Oh, ewwww... I hate that stuff." She blushed redder, realizing that in the moment, she had loved the feeling of it inside of herself. -I... I got off... on that? Am I... am I a slut?- She didn't want to believe it. It couldn't be true. He was her first, it was probably just infatuation. It didn't hurt that he did things to her that no man had ever done.

It hadn't started out as something she wanted, but she couldn't deny that after he spanked her and teased her with the feather, she had completely and totally wanted it. -Oh, right... Slave, of course... He can't love me back. Duh.- She sighed, getting up, limping around. She didn't know where she was right now. But she found a door on the side of the room, pushing it open. She could smell soap inside. Sure enough, it was the same bathroom she had been in before.

She crawled into the tub, which was oddly prepared for her already and scrubbed up. It hurt to sit down. Hell it hurt to walk over. But she was expecting that. It didn't hurt as bad as normal though. -He was gentle at least. That's nice.- She giggled, putting a soap beard on her face. Her father used to think it was a laugh riot when he bathed her as a child. She sighed heavily though, it brought up bad memories. -I promise, Dad, I will find Mom, I'll do it.- She nodded, clenching a fist.

She cleaned herself off and crawled out of the tub, finding a towel to dry off with. Once that was done, she brushed her hair. She remembered the drill from the night before. She could do it herself. She tied her hair back up again and waddled back into the bedroom. She found a fresh outfit waiting for her. But this one was different. There was more to it. She pulled on the tunic. It was large for her. But that must have been the point. The skirt went almost to her knees.

It covered her chest too, shoulders as well. It even came with underwear, or at least a pair of panties. She pulled them on, shivering. She hadn't worn anything there for a long time. It felt strange, clinging to her. But it was a cover for her nethers. She wore them gladly. She pulled the cloak on over her shoulders, cape fluttering almost to the floor, a rich, dark purple, like the hair tie. It even came with a matching head wrap. "Huh? That's odd... these don't look very much like... naww..."

She shook her head, pulling it all on, then cinching the belt off tight around her waist. If this is what he wanted, it was fine. She stepped in front of the full-length mirror nearby and twirled, her skirt, hair and cape fluttering out, making her giggle. She clapped her hands together and bounced. That's when she noticed the boots. "Oh my Goddess! Shoes!?" She immediately pulled them on, with a pair of stockings that came with. She hadn't had footwear in so long.

"No more calluses! This is great!" She flopped onto her back on the bed and cackled. She felt like a real person for a moment. She stopped and sucked on the tip of a finger. -But I'm a slave. Slaves don't get this much stuff. What's wrong with this picture?- Almost as if by divine providence, the door opened. Claire wandered in, narrowing her brown eyes on the girl. "What ARE you doing?" She huffed, flopping up, landing on her knees, legs spread in a W, hands between her knees.

"I WAS getting dressed, but... I fell over!" Claire shrugged. "Whatever, just, come down to the dining hall." She flew to her feet and ran off. She threw her arms out, running down the hall, a little too childish for her own good right now, but so be it. She remembered the general direction, finding her way in no time. She hopped into the seat and sat there obediently. She fed herself quickly once she was allowed. She thought it might have more of the herbs from last night.

But she also didn't know what tastes to look for. It was just eggs and bacon though. A glass of orange juice to wash it down. No wine now. But then, who drank first thing in the morning? She perked up when he came in, seated himself and began to eat, smiling at him. He finished his meal, before leaning forward on his elbows, folding his hands. "You're free." She blinked, not sure she heard him right. "F-Free?" He nodded again, before leaning back.

"Yes, free." She frowned, not sure what he meant. "Wh-Why? I was... no good?" He looked at her, regarding her, trying not to show emotion. This was his modus operandi. He occasionally bought a slave girl, had a night of torrid passion with her and then released her in the morning. Most ran screaming for the hills, happy to be free. She felt strangely ambivalent. This meant she could search for her mother, but she was also sure she was in love with him.

"But... I... you... we..." She seemed confused. He had to lay it out for her, much to Claire's dismay. "I never bed the same woman twice." He was trying to be a jerk right now. He cared for her. But he had to be the same with every woman. He wasn't ready for love and whatnot right now. She frowned, tucking her chin into her cleavage, hurt and a little betrayed. "Oh, I see... so last night... meant nothing..." It hurt, feeling like her first time was just a fling.

Truthfully, it meant more than he could admit. But he had an image to maintain. Sure he got his rocks off with slave girls, but he did grant them freedom in the morning and send them wherever they wanted to go, with money to pay expenses. Claire walked over and set a heavy sack on the table, what was obviously coins jingling on the inside. Madason frowned up at her, but it was just her job. She walked off after. He went on, "There's five thousand coins in there, should be more than enough to rebuild your life with."

She scowled at him. He took her virginity, the least he could do is give her the rest of his life. But she picked it up, about to storm out, when he stopped her by clearing his throat. She was conditioned to obey. "My ship is also ready to take you wherever you want to go." She furrowed her brow, slumping in place. "Fine... I want to go to Whealbrook." He nodded, he didn't know why she wanted to go to that place, but it was what she requested. "Very well."

She was about to turn and leave, when he, with strange agility, slid out of his chair and around her. He grabbed her chin and leaned in, kissing her again. She hated him, but she couldn't be angry when he kissed her like that. When he broke the kiss, she bopped him on the chest with her fists, repeatedly, before turning and running, a tear or two dripping from her eyes, "Jerk!" With that, she was shown to the harbor and got on the ship, to travel to the town she grew up in.

Months passed, she traveled the world, learning new spells, training herself against monsters. She found the Great Sabrecat she befriended as a child, the great beast happy as could be to see her again. She received word at one point of the royal wedding in Coburg, but arrived a day too late to attend the ceremony. Henri had married Michael and both were living in Coburg now. She was happy for them, but she had to find her mother. Her search led her all over, across two whole continents.

But she kept coming up empty. That is, until the day she heard the story about the Legendary Hero and her equipment. She decided it was as good a lead as any and started looking around for information. It was in Lodestar Harbor that she finally got what she considered a solid lead, a man named Rodrigo Briscoletti was said to have the shield that the Legendary Hero had used. She used her Zoom spell to travel there, she knew the location, she'd been there before.

But that name, Briscoletti, she couldn't remember why it sounded so familiar. It didn't occur to her until after she had gotten to town why. She walked up to someone in front of the inn and asked about it. She was pointed at the large mansion on the other side of town. So large you could see it no matter where you were. She went pale in the face. She recognized it. She had been on the estate. Her knees went weak, crumpling to the ground, sitting there and staring.

-Anywhere but there.- But she had to. She got up and brushed herself off, Saber brushing up under her hand, nuzzling the palm. She patted him on the head and shrugged, "Dunno, just... some painful memories." She strode off, covering a lot of ground for someone her size. Her stride was deceptive for how short she was. She crossed town in no time, stopping at the gates. She really didn't want to go in. But she had to. She inhaled and puffed her chest up, before striding in.

She could see the little villa off on the other edge of the estate, but she turned to the main house. She walked up and let herself in. Mostly because the doors were unlocked and already open. There were a group of women already gathered. -Huh, that's odd, but lucky.- She got in line and stood there, looking around. This place was outrageously fancy. Just one of the vases on the small tables by the wall would probably pay for an entire house.

-Okay, okay, don't panic... just don't walk near anything that looks expensive.- She walked on eggshells when a door opened and they were all ushered in. The gaggle of young women was shown to a large table and asked to take a seat. She was seated far right, the last one to show up. She didn't really know what was going on. But a distinguished looking man came down a staircase near the back of the room. He was the man she had come to see. She didn't know why they were all there, she just had to speak to him.

He went on to speak to everyone, standing on the opposite side of the table. "Welcome to all of you fine young women. You're gathered here today, no doubt you know why, but ah, let a father explain anyways. You're here today for the hand of my bambino, to compete for the right to marry him." Madason's eyes went wide, she was conflicted, she knew his son. She had been convinced she was in love with him. She was tempted to run away right now. But, a part of her wanted to stay.

She missed most of what he was saying, debating with herself whether to stay or go. So much so that she almost missed the ending. "And so, you must retrieve the Circle of Fire and the Circle of Water if you wish the hand of my strapping young bambino, eh? Not so much to ask." She looked around, confused. Before he went on, "Oh, I almost forgot, the one who does marry my bambino will inherit the family shield." At this she perked up, eyes as wide as dinner plates.

That was why she came. Most of the young women were already showing signs of giving up, they knew where the Circle of Fire was said to reside. She was clueless. She got up and walked over to the man, the other women filing out. "Uh... so, where do I find the Circle of Fire?" He looked down at her, smiling warmly, "Ah, so you have the antipasto to go after it then?" She nodded, he was about to explain, when there was the sound of footfalls down the stairs.

"Father, you can't do this! I can't let anyone get hurt over me!" She looked over, not recognizing the voice. She nearly swooned, knees weak again. He was gorgeous. It was the only way to describe him. He hurried over to her, taking her hands in his, squeezing, "Please, miss, don't put yourself in any danger on my account!" She whimpered, going red all over, the world going a little blurry. He wasn't who she was expecting, but he had that same effect on her.

She babbled incoherently, not even knowing what she herself was trying to say, before he let go. She pinched her thighs together and tucked her chin to her chest, staring at the floor. She was a little wet. He wasn't as tall as his brother, she was assuming it was his brother, since he was clearly Rodrigo's son, but he was tall enough for her. He was very feminine in his appearance. He had waist length blue hair, silkier than hers. Piercing blue eyes.

She broke into a fit of giggles, unable to look him in the eye, swaying in place, grasping her skirt tightly. It was around this time that Rodrigo cleared his throat, his son looking in his direction, "Bambino, you go back up to your room while I talk business with the young lady." He sighed and nodded, "Yes, father." He was the obedient son, always the obedient son. He trudged back up the stairs, Rodrigo coming back over. He could tell the girl was already smitten.

"Now, all you have to do is go outside the town and head southeast, you can't miss it, the only volcano around." She nodded, still giggling, "Got it, southeast, volcano..." She stopped, going pale, the blush fading, "Wait... Volcano!?" She groaned, but, she needed that shield and being married to the boy wouldn't be so bad. She nodded and shook the man's hand, before running outside. Saber was sitting there, licking a massive paw. She hopped on his back and grabbed his mane.

"C'mon, boy! Let's go!" He rolled his eyes and thwapped her with his tail, but took off like a shot. He tore through town, causing women and children to squeal in terror. He was by no means violent, but a Great Sabrecat speeding through town would frighten just about anyone. She hugged close to him, starting to giggle again. She couldn't help it, he was terribly cute. But she had to shove those thoughts aside, feeling a little wet again. "Gah, dammit... this is my last clean pair... Oh, wait, volcano, should dry out... wait, I might dry out."

She put those thoughts aside, quickly arriving. It wasn't easy, the place was beyond sweltering. She had to tiptoe around molten rock more than once. Endless hoardes of monsters haranguing her at every turn. She was about to give up, ending up in a room surrounded by a sea of magma, when she saw something in the distance. She crept along the narrow ridge, Saber plodding along behind her, head held high, almost haughtily. She frowned at him, "Show off."

She swore he snickered at her, but kept going, wiping sweat from her brow repeatedly. Finally the path widened. She put her feet down and walked over to a large rock. No doubt a gob of magma that had been launched out of the volcano. There, in a bit of it, was a large gold and red ring. She reached for it, no problems yet. She yanked it a few times, eventually the rock shattering, freeing the prize. "Woohoo! I got it!" She was interrupted though. As the rock broke, three, well the only way to describe them were magma men, leapt from the sea of fire.

She groaned, quickly pulling out her sword, hacking one to bits. It hardened to rock and fell apart. "That was... lucky." The remaining two leapt at her. Saber leapt in, slashing one with the Steel Fang he had in his jaws. But the remaining one, managed to connect. It swiped a hand across her shoulder. "Yeowch! Hot hot hot!!" She had tears in her eyes, the searing pain unimaginable. "Fucking monster!" She went after it, hacking it with her sword in her good arm, not stopping until every pebble that it turned into was dust.

She then ground her boot in the dust, whining. "It huuuuuurts! WAAAAAAAH!" It was a good thing she was alone, an adult bawling like an infant. It hadn't occurred to her yet to cast Heal on it. So Saber plodded over and swatted her with a paw, nudging a Medicinal Herb closer with his nose. She grabbed it and chewed it up, swallowing quickly. She then bopped her fist to her open palm. "Oh, duh. Heal!" She held her hand over her shoulder, the burn fading. Redness remained, but it was better than it had been.

"Let's get out of here." He nodded as if he understood and trotted off, swishing his tail. She rolled her eyes and followed. She remembered the way out fairly well. They got outside and she heaved a sigh of relief, drenched in sweat. "I stink..." He snickered again and she had finally had enough. She chased him and grabbed him, wresting him to the ground, getting him in a headlock. She ground her knuckles into his head. "Why you little..." He didn't fight back.

He had let her take him down. A girl her size had no chance against him. But she had rescued him when he was a cub from two cruel boys. She noogied him good and let go, hopping on his back. "Find a pond, stream, anything. But shallow!" You guessed it, she still couldn't swim. But a lady couldn't go to meet the father of her future husband reeking of sweat. He ran along, finding a shallow pond, but instead of stopping like a good boy, he came to a dead stop and bucked his hips, launching her in.

He snickered again, paw over his snout, other paw pointing. She sat there, up to her waist in water, hair flipped over his head, soaked from head to toe, now in water. She pulled her hair from her face and glared, "No. Dinner." He fell in line immediately, dropping to the ground, laying there obediently, both eyes fixed on her. "I mean it... that was mean... y-you know... I can't... swim... What if this had been deeper!?" But he seemed to know it wasn't, shrugging his large shoulders.

She grumbled, throwing a rock at him. She stood up, her boots soaked inside and out. "My boots are wet, I hope you're happy." He seemed to be, so she took them off and threw them at him, actually hitting him this time. He snorted, a little angry about being wet. She stuck her tongue out, then put her hands on her hips, glaring. "Turn around! No peeking!" He didn't get why, she was a human, far too scrawny and the wrong species for him, but he stood and lumbered in a circle and plopped down facing away, thumping his tail.

She took off her tunic, cloak and panties, hanging them on a low hanging branch nearby, plopping down and rubbing water all over herself. She wasn't much one to bathe, especially not in a cold pond, but there was no nice, warm bathtub nearby. She got all the sweat off, rubbing every inch of skin. And that meant every inch, even the places that tickled. She stood up, going to her clothes. They were soaked through, glaring at him. He could tell, his tail reacting.

She sighed, at least it washed the sweat out of them. She cast Frizz, holding the fireball in her hand and waving it in front of the clothes. Knowing magic helped, a lot, but she still didn't know how she knew it. Her father had never used it. "Must be from mom." She nodded as she whispered, drying out her clothes and pulling them on. She had a ring to deliver. She walked over and smacked him, seeing him having dozed off. He snorted and stood, snorting once more in her face.

She coughed and waved a hand in front of her nose, "Your breath reeks." He snickered yet again, but stooped over. She patted him on the head and climbed on. In no time, they were back in Mostroferrato. She climbed off and they walked next to each other to the mansion again. She wandered in, peering around. No one was around, so she let herself into the next room. She peered around the corner and saw him at the table in the back. She walked up, it seemed to be dinner time.

"Oh, back already, bimba?" She nodded, pulling the Circle of Fire out of her bag, holding it out for him. "Well, color me surprised, you actually found it." She nodded again, she wasn't very talkative around people. "Very good, very good. Now you only need the Circle of Water... Think hard, it would be somewhere nearby, related to water." She frowned, that was a tall order, he noticed the frown, "Oh, do not worry, do not worry, I will be giving you use of my ship to search. It's a small one, just for pleasure cruises."

She nodded. Knowing him, it would probably be a large ship. He looked like he owned several ships and his definition of "small" might not be hers. "But for now, you will be staying the night. Come." He showed her out the door, then pointed her to the villa. "One of the maids there will have already prepared a room for you. You set out for the Circle of Water in the morning." She nodded again, dreading going in. She knew the maid it would be.

She bowed her head out of respect and walked off, Saber standing up and following. Sure enough, Claire led her to the room she'd been in before. She flopped out on the bed and passed out, snoring into the pillow. It muffled it, so she didn't disturb anyone else. She slept until dawn and rolled over, scratching between her breasts, before waking up fully, quickly removing the hand. Those weren't very good manners. She bathed quickly, wanting to smell nice today.

After that was done, she had a quick breakfast, wanting to escape before he showed up again. She got to the mansion and went in. She was told where to go. It wasn't far, the ship was moored just outside town. She took the ship north, but was stopped by a massive gate. She could see a sign nearby, so the Captain pulled the ship close to shore and she disembarked to read it. It said to get the gate open, stop in Stockenbarrel. She frowned, but the town was at least close, she could see it from where she was.

She trekked over the hills and was there in no time. She looked around town, but no one seemed to be able to help. She finally came to a house up on a hill, raised on a platform. She walked right in, looking around. No one was there. But she heard a cough from the rear. She walked around a wall and into a separate room, seeing someone she swore she recognized. She walked up and leaned over, poking the man in the shoulder. He blinked his eyes open, looking up.

He knew her immediately. He jumped out of bed, life returning to him. "Well I'll be, little Mada! How have you been!?" He patted her on the head. She blinked a few times, before he chuckled, "Well, probably don't remember me, you couldn't have been more than six years old at the time eh?" She nodded, furrowing her brow. "It's me, Whitey, remember? I knew your father." She gasped, looking up at him, "M-Mister Whitaker?" He nodded, throwing his arms around her.

She oofed, squeezed and lifted off the ground. But he was a friend from a very long time ago. He was bear hugging her when the front door opened. "Dad, I'm back." He dropped the girl and took her hand, dragging her with. She didn't fight back. She was dragged out into the entry way, a blonde man there. "Dad, what are you doing to that poor girl?" He stopped, pulling poor Mada in front of himself, "But Bernie, look who it is!" He held her by the shoulders, making her face his son.

The man looked down, then gasped, "Well if it aint little Mada! Only, not so little anymore eh?" She gasped, frowning and covering her chest. "Argh, Bernard, no flipping my skirt! We're not kids anymore!" He chuckled, grinning his devilish grin and walking up, "I dunno, might be something worth seeing now. Still wearing little kiddie undies?" He flipped it before she could move. She squealed in agony, grabbing it and pulling it down, "Oh, all grown up now then?"

She turned a vivid shade of red, her hand flying before she knew it. She connected, fist to his jaw, knocking him off balance. He stumbled back a few steps, rubbing his jaw. "Wow, you grew up in more than one way. The old you would have just cried." She stomped a foot in anger, growling, "J-Jerk! Th-That was... you don't DO that to a lady!" He cackled, grabbing her around the neck with an arm, giving her a noogie. "A lady? You? Please, I know you better than that."

She growled again, widening her stance and grabbing him, flipping him over and slamming him onto the ground. "Gah! You... You haven't changed one bit! You're still a meanie!" She was reverting to how she used to act with him, the facade of being a lady going bye bye for now. "Oooh, I can see them again. Nice. White with blue stripes." She squealed and stomped her boot on his face. "You. Are. Such. A. Perv!" He chuckled, he was just having fun.

"Well, it's good to see you again, Mada. What ya in town for?" She ground her boot to his face, before a light went on over her head, "Oh, yeah... I need to get through the gate... I think there's this cave I saw up north, I have to get in. But you can only get in by boat." He nodded along, she had her reasons, no doubt. "Well why didn't you say so sooner? I can open that." She rolled her eyes, grinding her boot once more, before letting him up, wheeling around and whipping him with her hair.

"Hmph!" With that, she stormed off. Despite him being taller, she was faster. She strode all the way to the ship, waiting for him. He caught up. "Ugh, you're fast for someone so short." She stomped a foot and stormed up the gangplank. She didn't like people pointing out that she wasn't as tall as most women. He decided not to tease her too much more, but she was his beloved childhood friend. -Alright Bernie, calm down, you'll actually piss her off.-

The Captain had the ship set off again, stopping at the gate. Bernard pointed, "You just grab here, twist like this, and push in." He did this as he said it, the gate shuddering and springing open. "See? Easy peasy." She grumbled, not in the mood to talk. They sailed north, to the cave, mooring inside. She stormed off again, hacking up what few monsters got in her path. -Huh, she wasn't this good with a sword that time we went ghost bustin.- He tried to make conversation, but she wasn't interested right now.

Not until they came to a large cavern full of waterfalls. Like any girl, she stopped and stared in awe, "Ooooooh." She wasn't the most feminine, but she still acted like a girl every now and then. He chuckled, walking up, sitting on a ledge, watching. He pulled some food out and offered her an apple. She took it, sitting just outside his reach, munching. "I'm sorry, okay? I just, I haven't seen you in ten, twelve years." She grumbled again, but started to calm down.

She finished her apple and sighed, looking up at him. She told him everything that had happened in the last twelve or so years. Well, most of it. She didn't go into intimate detail about how she was raped, or how the Briscoletti boy had freed her after a night of passion. He nodded along, visibly pained by some parts. "I... I had no idea. So, you need this Circle of Water to get married to this, Briscoletti?" She nodded, so he went on, "And then you can have this shield to find your mother?"

She nodded again, so he stood, brushing his pants off. "Well then, let's go find it!" He offered his hand to her, which she took. She took it, blushing as he helped her up. But they wandered off again, across numerous bridges made of natural stone. Further and further down into the bowels. They passed a man who seemed very dismissive of her, saying that women were around for looks and couldn't handle themself in a fight. She wanted to beat him to a pulp, but Bernie grabbed her and dragged her off.

At one point, he threw her over his shoulder and carried her. She threw a fit, smacking him on the back, trying to draw her sword, "Lemme at him! Lemme at him!" She was summarily smacked across the ass, making her yelp and jump, grabbing her skirt and pulling it down, memories flooding back, starting to smack him on the back again. "You do that again and I'll bite you! Jerk!" She didn't want him to know it turned her on. He chuckled, one was enough anyways.

He put her down once they descended again. She cooed, seeing a pool of water, illuminated by Goddess knows what. But it was pretty. She completely forgot about the sexist male from the last part of the cave, running out into it. It didn't look too deep. She waded through, a column of light was piercing the darkness beyond. There, in the middle of it, was a gold and blue ring. "That's gotta be it!" She dove on it, but stopped, looking around. "Wait, last time... hmmmm..."

Bernard walked up, she hopped behind him and shoved him towards it, then jumping back. "You pull it off." She pulled her sword, looking around. He shrugged, reaching out and grabbing it, yanking it free. "What? This little thing scares you? Oooo~~~oooooh! Haunted ring!" It was sort of ironic, he had been the one bawling when they went ghost busting way back when. "No, I'm not... last time I pulled one off a rock, a bunch of lava men attacked and I got burned. I figured it may as well be you who gets drowned. Cuz I can't--"

She trailed off. He smirked, shaking his head, "You STILL can't swim?" She growled at him, baring her teeth. He put his hands up, taking a step back, "Hey, I wasn't making fun, it's a valid question." She grumbled, shoving the sword back in the sheath, "Just get over here." He held the ring out after walking over, she placed it gingerly in a pouch on her belt. "T-Take my hand." He did so. She cast Evac and the world melted. Next thing he knew, they were standing next to the ship.

"Oh, nice... you can use magic now?" She shrugged and tossed her cape, strutting back up the ship. Once all were aboard, Saber happy to see her, but no feline was going to go in a cavern of water, the Captain had them set sail. They were back in Mostroferrato by nightfall. Bernard had insisted on going with them. She waltzed in and walked up to Rodrigo, handing him the Circle of Water and thumbing her nose. She was proud of herself. Okay, technically she had help, but she had still brought them.

"Perfecto, you fine young ragazzo... I already had the wedding prepared... we'll leave tomorrow morning. I must insist you spend the night. Oh, but you have a friend. That's okay too. He can stay at the villa, I got you a room at the inn. We can't have the groom seeing the bride before the ceremony." She frowned, she wanted to see her future husband at least, but she nodded. She was shown off, kicking and screaming just a little at first, to the inn. She tossed and turned for a while, before going out for a walk.

She stopped at the church, to make a confession and record her name in an Adventure Journal. It was a big thing tomorrow. She walked around town, seeing Bernard at the fountain. She crawled up next to him, pulling her knees to her chest, resting her head on his shoulder. He jumped, not having noticed her. He ruffled her hair, chuckling, "Hey, goof. Can't sleep?" She nodded. "Can't blame ya, you are gettin hitched tomorrow. Man, you were no good to man or beast that time we went ghost bustin together, now look at you, getting married."

She blushed, hiding her face in her knees. In truth, there were three men, in this very town, she could consider seeing herself marrying. She couldn't really choose. All three were good looking, kind in their own ways. She looked up at him, eyes watery, quivering. "I... I don't... even know his name... I forgot... to ask." He chuckled and rubbed her arm. "Goof." She frowned, shoving him, sidling away. "Jerk." But she felt better, he had that effect on her. He looked as she got up.

"So, feeling better?" She stared up into the starry sky for a moment, before nodding, "I do." He cackled, almost falling into the fountain, "Oh, oh that's rich! Remember that phrase for tomorrow!" She flushed red, spinning around and sticking her tongue out. "Nyaaaaaah!" She peeled an eyelid down, then turned around, swatting herself through the skirt on the ass. "Jeeeeeerk!" She said it lovingly and ran off. He watched her go, placing his palms on the fountain and craning his neck skyward.

"Marriage huh? Naw, I'm still too young." He smirked and got up, wandering back to the villa. She returned to her room and fell asleep easily this time. She woke the next morning and stretched, before letting herself out. She returned the key and walked out, sputtering at what she saw. Mister Briscoletti was there, with a wagon. "Ah, there you are, bimba. We're going to be taking a little trip to my ship, the Ventuno. Perfect place for the ceremony."

She perked her brow, she had heard of the ship, a large casino ship, permanently moored to an island, halfway across the world. "That'll take f--" He stopped her, "Forever? Nonsense, I've heard through the grapevine you know how to cast Zoom." She groaned. It was enough of a strain to use the spell on herself and Saber. But the whole family. She timidly stepped over to the wagon, crawling into the passenger's seat. Everyone clambered in. -This is a bad idea.-

She sighed and cast the spell, "Zoom!" and the wagon flew into the air. She grit her teeth, having to concentrate every fiber of her being. He pointed it out, after he stopped acting like a youngster, enjoying the flying. The wagon set down, right next to the dock, before she collapsed. She was rushed onto the ship and helped into a bed, where she slept it off. It took a lot out of her, having to transport that many people. She woke hours later to find Claire standing there, nearby.

She squeaked and flailed around. "Relax, you passed out. Now, let's get you ready." She nodded quickly, "S-Sure..." She was helped out of her normal attire, which made her blush, before being told "We're both girls" which calmed her down. She was helped into her wedding gown, some cosmetics applied to her face, then a fairly expensive veil placed over her head. Bernard had apparently been rushed back to Stockenbarrel to pick it up before they set out that morning.

She blushed, she'd never worn make-up before, it was a new experience. But she didn't have time to marvel at herself in the mirror, the veil was lowered over her face and she was pushed off out the door. "Eep!" She was stopped at a set of stairs leading up. Lacking her own father to walk her down the aisle, Rodrigo took her arm and patted her hand. He was very pleased to have such a noble girl to be marrying his youngest son. Even if that son wasn't related to him by blood.

It was still his son, regardless, and he cared deeply for his bambino. She was the very definition of a blushing bride. But she felt self-conscious. She had never worn such a fancy dress. It came complete with glass slippers. She was trying her best to balance, never having worn heels in her life either. But with Mr. Briscoletti's help, she was walked down the aisle, to a bridal march, placed next to her groom. She tucked her face behind the bouquet she'd been given to hide.

The Priest started to go through the ceremony, turning to the boy, "Do you, Kyu, take Madason, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall be resurrected from death in the church?" He turned to the Priest and nodded. "I do." -Oh, his name is Kyu!- He then turned to her, the Priest doing so as well. "Do you, Madason, take Kyu, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall be resurrected from death in the church?"

She was a bit flustered, turning to face him, blushing again, looking down, nodding quickly, "I... I do!" The rings were brought up on a silk pillow, Kyu placing the Circle of Water on her finger, she then placed the Circle of Fire on his finger. The Priest raised his arms, staff in one, looking skyward, "By the power vested in me by the Goddess, I now pronounce you, man and wife, you may kiss the bride." He seemed almost as nervous as she did, but he lifted the veil back behind her head.

She flushed redder, just praying steam wasn't shooting out of her ears. He took her shoulders, gently, in hand and leaned in, kissing her. She melted. He wasn't as forceful as his brother, but his kiss certainly had its own charms. She slid her free hand up his back to hold on and kissed back. Fireworks went off overhead. She thought she was imagining it, before he pulled back and she noticed actual fireworks were going off. She broke into a fit of giggles, hiding her face in the bouquet again.

She wished her parents could be there to see it. But her father was dead and her mother was still missing. But right now, her entire world was right here, right now, his arm around hers. He led her down the aisle, past the cheering crowd, all throwing rice at them. She was stopped before the stairs, all the girls gathering around, hungry looks in their eyes. She shrugged and turned around, tossing the bouquet over her head. There was a loud cry from all the girls, each one diving for it.

There was quite a bit of clawing and squealing, but in the end, Claire emerged from the pile, screeching in joy. The maid grinned darkly and looked over at Brandon, who gulped and tugged on his collar, breaking out in a heavy sweat. His life would be a living hell now until he gave up the playboy image and settled down. Meanwhile, Madason was walked down the stairs and led off the ship to the wagon. Those who had arrived with her clambered back in.

She groaned and slumped, she wanted time with her husband, but she just raised her right hand, finger pointed at the sky and cried out "Zoom!" and the wagon took back off. True to form, she blacked out on arrival, her husband catching her. He carried her to the villa, which was vacated for the night. He laid her in bed in his room and kissed her forehead. He then went to get a cool, damp cloth and dabbed her forehead with it. She came around soon thereafter and groaned.

"S-Sorry... h-how long, was I out?" She looked flustered, but he chuckled and patted her on the head, "Not that long, ten minutes tops." She nodded, wriggling around. He was so handsome, in his tux. She didn't feel like it was real, reaching up and pinching her bicep, then yelping and rubbing. "It's not a dream, silly." She blushed redder and frowned, "It could be... my life hasn't exactly been... kind to me." He nodded, helping her up. "Well, they'll want us at the reception."

Sure enough, leading her to the main mansion, the whole town was gathered. Prince Micheal and Princess Henri were there. Mr. Whitaker as well. Bernard. Just about everyone they knew was gathered around. They were seated at the large table, everyone raising a glass and toasting a long and happy marriage. She giggled and raised her glass in return, about to drink, when Kyu wrapped his arm around hers, winking. It was hard, but she managed to take a sip like this, which was met with applause from the crowd.

Dinner was served shortly after, lively chats going about the room. She ate with the best table manners she could muster. A Princess would have nothing on her manners tonight. When dinner was finished, after several impromptu kisses brought on by guests tapping their forks to their wine goblets, the cake was served. Her eyes went wide, she hadn't had cake in thirteen years at least. Not since the last birthday her father had been alive for. Certainly nothing this rich.

She was about to attack it, but felt his hand on her arm. She restrained herself, drooling a little. Once everyone had a piece, she grabbed her fork, going for a second attempt at an attack. But she was again stopped. Every eye in the room was on her. She frowned a little, looking around, before realizing they wanted something. Kyu was already standing, so she too stood. He took his plate and the piece of cake on it, holding it in front of her lips. Not needing to be told twice, she opened wide and clamped down, sucking it off his fingers.

She then took her piece and moved closer. She stood on her toes, trying to get it in his mouth. She frowned, unable to reach, the heels so hard to stand in. She slipped, smearing the cake across his face, barely any getting anywhere near his mouth. But it brought uproarious laughter and applause from the crowd. This was apparently what she had been expected to do. Not in on the joke, she cackled and grabbed a napkin, wiping his face off, muttering an "I'm sorry" under her breath.

She was allowed to finish a normal piece now and sat back, rubbing her belly. Cake was one of her favorite things. Of course her new favorite was her husband. The evening wore on, until it was time for the royal guests to return to their own kingdom. The rest of the guests filed off, after one more congratulation to the happy young couple. After all was said and done, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her off. She giggled, kicking her legs around, it was just like a storybook.

He carried her over the threshhold and into the villa. All the way to his bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and locked the door, walking up and crawling onto the bed. She just laid there, holding a pillow in front of her, peering over it. She knew full well what happened now. She wanted it, probably more than he did. She was just apprehensive, she hadn't told him yet she wasn't a virgin. He pulled his bowtie off and slid up next to her, rubbing a hand along her hip.

He leaned in and pulled the pillow away, tossing it aside and kissing her again. She kissed back, arms going around his neck, draping around him. He kissed her for what seemed like forever, before breaking the kiss and leaning back, looking into her eyes. His eyes seemed to say "I want you", but she bit her lip. He noticed, taking her chin and gazing into her eyes. "What is it?" She whined a little and looked back into his eyes, "I... I... I'm not a... virgin... your brother... when he saved me from slavery, he... I..."

He seeemed to understand. Very few people knew WHY his brother bought so many slave girls, but he did. He kissed her cheek and hugged her tight. He whispered softly in her ear, "Don't worry. It wasn't just a one-night stand. He probably cared more than you know. But big shows of affection, not his style. He can't stand to see people enslaved, so he frees a lot of them when he can. Sure, he sleeps with the women before letting them know they're free to go, but that's just his style."

She sniffled and nodded, wiping tears from her eyes. She knew his brother wasn't the jerk he pretended to be, but it still hurt a little. He rubbed her back, soothing her, before undoing her dress. He leaned back, helping her out of it, before unbuttoning his shirt. If not for how expensive it looked, she'd have grabbed him and ripped it off, sending buttons flying. But she helped the shirt over his head, only fair since he got to slide her out of her dress.

She then undid his belt, yanking it off, cracking it once and tossing it aside. She shoved him on his back and yanked the pants right off of his body, then his boxers. She was the only one left in clothing now, her panties. But they would stay on. He tried to sit up, to reach for her, but she pushed him back, sliding between his legs, on her knees. She licked him all over, his flesh standing straight up, already having been on the way, but now at full attention. She knew the mechanics.

This was her first time doing it by choice, but she knew. She slid her tongue over it, the taste not as bad as she remembered. Probably also because it was her choice this time. He moaned, groaning a little. It was his first time, with anyone. But she could tell. She placed a hand on his abdomen and slid it around, the other cupping his balls and massaging. She used her thumb to prop his cock up and licked it all over. She did this until the first bead of pre oozed out.

That was her cue. She slid her tongue from the base to the tip, sliding it over it. It didn't taste so bad. She then slid down, licking her lips before to make sure her lips were wet, sliding them around his flesh, until the ridge met the inside of her lips. She stopped, sucking softly on him, turning her head side to side, very slowly. He squeaked and moaned. She giggled and cooed softly, sliding further down, before pulling back. His eyes rolled back.

She was good at this. She slid back down, just a hair further, then pulled back slowly, sucking hard on the way. She repeated this, over and over, until she was down halfway. She stopped, rubbing her tongue along the utterly sensitive parts on the underside, just behind the ridge, still sucking on him, still massaging his balls. He grasped the sheets, writhing around, wringing them. "I... I... you..." She giggled through her nose again. He made such cute noises when he was flustered, and boy was he flustered.

She bobbed up and down, slowly at first, but picking up speed. Saliva oozed down his flesh, letting her slip a little further down. She eventually released his sack, placing one hand on the bed to prop herself up, the other running up his side, finding his hand and pulling it close, squeezing it, before placing it on her head, going for the other one and placing it on her head as well. She looked up at him and nodded. He seemed to understand. She was telling him to guide her.

This he did. He started moving her head with his hands, she was letting him set the pace, the depth. She just worked him with her tongue, sucking on it, taking as much or as little as he wanted to put in. He stopped, halfway down, thinking. "Can you... take the whole thing, love?" She pulled back, drool seeping out, wiping her lips, nodding at him, "Y-Yes... I c-can..." He nodded again, guiding her back down. He slowly eased her further and further down.

He did this until she her lips met the base of his cock. He moaned and curled his toes. She giggled, wiggling her nose against his abdomen. She had bad memories of this, but he was gentle and she wanted this. He wouldn't be rough with her, she knew that. At least not if she didn't ask him to be. He started bobbing her head, along the whole length, harder and faster. But he took great care not to pull her down too hard or thrust up against her, so as not to bring his abs into her nose and break it.

She was writhing around now. There was something about him taking control that made her want him more, her panties damp between her legs. -I'm gonna go crazy... but... I'm his wife... him first...- She kept going, before he started to whine and whimper. He tried to pull her back, but she refused. "Wha? Hey... if you... keep going... I'll finish..." She shook her head, she wanted him to, they had all night. She sunk down, all the way, sucking as hard as she could.

He didn't get a choice, his body leapt, balls twitching against her chin, cock swelling up and spasming, "Ugh! C-Cumming!" She cooed, sucking hard as she could, having heard it felt even better if you sucked as hard as you could at the point of ejaculation, before jerking her head back, squeezing him in both hands, jerking him off and making him spurt on her face, eyes shut. She got a few decent ropes on her face, before he whined in pain. She immediately let go, sitting back, rubbing her face.

He didn't taste as bitter as she thought, probably his diet, it was much better than the other slaves. She licked her hands off, knowing he was watching. It worked, he spurted once more, then hardened up again. She giggled, sliding two fingers along the vein running along the bottom. "Still hard? Am I that good?" He groaned and sat up, rolling his eyes, before grabbing her, rolling her on her back. "Yes, you are." She giggled, her small breasts jiggling around, kicking her legs a bit.

"Ooooh, I am? Really?" He nodded, before leaning in to kiss her. She squeaked, blinking her eyes in disbelief. She had just had him all over the inside of her mouth and her face, and still he kissed her. She melted into the bed, wriggling around under him, sliding her hands around on his back, up and down his arms, then to his ass, cupping and squeezing, causing him to jump forward. His cock met her panties, soaking wet. "Well, someone's excited."

She nodded emphatically, grabbing his hands and sliding them down her sides, shivering at the feelings. She hooked his thumbs into the waistband and lifted her legs, rolling to the side. He got the message, sliding them off. They stuck to her for a moment, the peeling sensation making her eyelids flutter. He slowly slid them up her legs, agonizling slow to her. She knew he was doing it on purpose, but it only caused wildfires to spread through her body.

He licked her calf as he went, before freeing her from the flimsy fabric. He tossed them with the rest of the clothing, hearing them make a faint wet plop on the floorboards. She let her legs fall back to the bed, now spread wide, making grabby hands at him. "Eager?" She nodded and whined like a puppy, wanting her husband. She wouldn't tell a soul, but he was slightly bigger than his brother. Despite being somewhat feminine and not the giant his brother was.

He chuckled and leaned in, prompting her to sit up, placing her fingers on it. She'd heard stories about this. She didn't want him to make the rookie mistake. He blinked, watching her. She snickered, kissing his chin, before tipping his head down with a finger, "Remember, this is important. It doesn't go in the top hole... it goes in this one." She slid him past the "wrong hole" and to her vaginal entrance. He nodded, committing this to memory. "Alright, the right hole."

She nodded, the right hole. A lot of virgins tried to put it in the urethra their first time, which ended up hurting both parties. Though, for him, she'd be willing to put it in yet another hole down their, but not now. She needed him where he was. She laid back down, snuggling in, pulling him with. She pulled him on top of her, smooshing her breasts with his torso, licking and kissing his earlobe. "You can... put it in... please..." He nodded, sliding forward.

It sank in with the greatest of ease. Not only was she ready, but he was still covered in his own ejaculate. She cried out, body jerking against him. Her legs snapped around him, locking her ankles together. She wrapped her arms around him, palms flat to his back, wrists wrapped and locked, keeping him there. "I love you, Kyu! I love you!" He moaned, feeling her heart beating through her tight, velvety walls. He kissed her neck, panting. "I love you... too, Madason."

She squealed, the world going dark, then bright, then a vast array of colors. She started slapping her hips against him, she had to. He seemed to get the idea and slapped his against her as well. "As hard as you want! As deep as you want! Whenever you want!" He chuckled, she was being a little silly right now, but he couldn't argue. He could feel her skin stretch and grasp at him. She could feel herself stretching, spreading around him. Wet slaps reverberated through the room each time their bodies met.

She growled, nibbling his earlobe, his shoulder, his neck. She was like a wild animal. Her hands were everywhere, groping anything she could. She giggled each time he hilted inside of her, his balls slapping her ass, sticking to her, her juices all over the place. "Oh, I'm such a bad girl, I made a mess all over the bed, you're going to have to spank me later." She hid her face against his chest after saying it, but he smirked, smacking her hips, "Later? Oh no, right now."

She cried out, arching her back, thrashing around. "Again! Again!" He smiled and did it again, then again, each time she said "Again!" He did it again, until her hips were red and warm. She moaned and bit his shoulder again. She was acting very much unlike herself, or perhaps acting exactly like her true self. But he brought out another side of her. He spanked her one last time and she came, screaming into his shoulder, arms and legs locking around him, pulling him in all the way.

She felt white hot lightning coursing through her veins, something she had only felt once in her life. She growled in the pit of her stomach, nibbling and biting again, acting like a kitten. Her body rocked with muscular spasms, rhythmicly, her pussy fluttered, milking him, clamping down and contracting violently. He couldn't help it, he came, harder than the first. She cried out again, her orgasm extended, knowing he came only made her hotter. They writhed in each others' arms for minutes, before both calmed down.

She could feel it in her belly again, whining and moaning. She felt full. Not just because he was still buried deep inside of her, but because of the size of the load of cum he had pumped in. He tried to pull out, but she whined, tightening her grasp, "Nuh uh, hold me... smeepy..." He sighed, then kissed her forehead, "I can hold you and pull out, love." But she shook her head, yawning, "Nuh uh, hold me with it in... I never want it out, ever." He bopped his forehead to hers.

"It has to come out eventually, or it'll shrivel up." She pouted and whined, before giving up. "It can come out in the morning, it stays in tonight, daaaaaarling." He sighed, the pet name made him melt. "Fine, but you'll be spanked for this later." She squealed, some of her juices spurting out, responding to it very phsyically. "Kaaaaay! Nighty night!" She closed her eyes and drifted off. Despite being exhausted, from two Zoom spells and a long day, not to mention what they just did, she didn't snore once.

He held her until he too dozed off, rolling onto his side and pulling her with. There would be hell to pay if he pulled out, but he couldn't sleep on top of her, he might suffocate her in her sleep. She purred and mumbled, nibbling on his shoulder even in her sleep. And so they both slept, until mid-morning. He woke up first, whining, he had a problem. Somehow he was hard again, throbbing inside of her. She was still blissfully unaware, asleep. But he needed out, now.

He pulled out slowly and ran to the bathroom. She woke up moments later, feeling cold. She sat up, legs spread, dried cum everywhere. "Nnnn, Kyu? Where'd ya go? Mada wants her Kyu-Kyu..." She fumbled around, blind for the moment, sleep and poor eyesight wreaking havoc on her right now. She could hear him in the bathroom and stopped, "Ohhhhh... never mind." She flopped back on her side and smacked her lips. "Mada tired, need more smeepy."

She dozed off again, snoring this time. It was like her body just knew he wasn't there and he was up for the day. She was tuckered out, she wanted more sleep. He just let her have it, finding clean clothes in the dresser and getting ready for his day. He got himself dressed and sat on the bed, patiently waiting for her to wake up. Or he wanted to. But she seemed determined to sleep through the morning. He grinned as an idea popped into his head. He rolled her onto her back.

She went over with relative ease, she was fairly light. She wriggled around in her sleep, nestling deeper into the sheets. But that was fine by him. He spread her legs and got between, hooking his arms under her knees, placing his face between her legs. He slid his tongue out and then dragged it up her soft vulva from bottom to top. She squealed, eyes fluttering, waking up in an instant, sitting bolt upright and looking down, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

He chuckled, leaning back and standing up, licking his lips. "Thought that might do the trick." She pouted, grabbing handfuls of bed sheet and wringing it in her hands, puffing up her cheeks. "Meanie... don't start what you can't finish." He chuckled, patting her on the head and ruffling her hair. "Plenty of time left in the day... but if you go back to sleep again and snore until noon, that much less time." She pouted a little more, before flopping out on her back and thrashing around.

"Fiiiiiine!" She got up, wrapping a sheet around herself and trotting over to the bathroom, acting like a princess in a stunning new gown. That is until she dropped it at the door and wagged her hips at him, before pulling the door closed and locking it. But not before sticking her tongue out as she closed it, peering around the door. He snickered and shook his head, before walking off. He had to talk to his father. She had to bathe. She was covered in quite a few dried, sticky fluids.

While she lathered up, he walked out the front door and across the estate. The world seemed a bit brighter. Birds were singing in the trees, not a cloud in the sky. Colors seemed more vivid. He strolled right inside, knowing where his father would be. It was breakfast. His mother and father were at the dining table, his brother as well. He took his usual seat, a maid already bringing over breakfast. His father turned to him, "Ah, bambino, come to regale us with your stories of conquest?"

He blushed a bright shade of red, his fork half in his mouth, having just taken a bite off of it, he removed it and swallowed before speaking, "F-Father! A gentleman d-doesn't... kiss and tell." The man beamed, "Ah, that just confirms it." He groaned, rolling his eyes, trying to take a sip of his water to avoid being interrogated further. After he had finished eating, he stood up and placed his hands at his side, "Father... I'm going to travel together with her and I won't be taking no for an answer."

This stunned all three present. He hadn't raised his voice, but his tone had authority behind it. His father, ever the shrewd type, tried to play his part, the stubborn father. "Oh, really? What if I say I don't want my precious little bambino traipsing the globe, getting torn apart by horrible monsters in some Goddess forsaken dungeon?" He grumbled a little under his breath, "Then, I would say, I'm going anyways. So please, just give me your blessing."

Mada peeked in from around the corner, all scrubbed up and in fresh clothes. She'd heard the little exchange, worried that she might have caused some strife in the family. Rodrigo noticed her, beckoning her over, "Bimba! Come in, come in... Ah, but you're no longer a stranger, you're my little bambina now eh?" She timidly crept around the corner and walked over, standing next to her husband, bowing her head. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She didn't know why she was apologizing, she just was.

But Rodrigo could no longer hold it in. He started to laugh, from deep in his belly. "Ha! Ha ha ha ha! Oh, I can't do it, I don't have the lasagna for it! Of course you can go, bambino, do I seem like the cruel papa to you?" Kyu groaned, falling over, head banging the table. "Father... that was a cruel trick." Mada looked flustered. But she could continue her quest with her husband, so that soon passed. She couldn't hide the smile on her face, taking his arm and wrapping around it, beaming.

"Oh, and you'll be wanting this too." He motioned to two chests on the far side of the room. Mada walked up, looking at them. She opened one, pulling out a large sack of coins. "Two thousand coins in there, bambina." Kyu took the sack from her as she opened the next one. Her eyes lit up. There was the thing she had originally came to this town for, though it seemed so unimportant now after the events of the previous day. She lifted the Zenithian Shield out of the chest, grunting.

"This thing... weighs... a ton..." She oofed, just barely hefting it to the table. She panted a little, rubbing her arms, "Is it made of lead or something?" Rodrigo chuckled and shook his head, "No, no, bambina, it's like that for everyone. Only the Legendary Hero is able to equip it. A shame you aren't her. Wouldn't that be a story to tell the grandkids someday? The Legendary Hero in our family." She flushed a deep, deep red, already he was planning on being a grandfather.

"I... I... that is... he... you... I... but we... we just got... m-married... and..." She couldn't help it, she started to bump her forefingers together, giggling like mad. A nervouc tic she had. She looked at Kyu, before grinning wide. She hefted the shield again and walked over to him, dumping it in his arms. "You're a big, strong man, you carry it!" She slapped him on the back, cackling. He looked to be having almost as much trouble as her with it. But, he was a man, he was her husband. He took the task, grinning and baring it.

"Oh, one more thing, bambino, bambina." Rodrigo beckoned with a finger, walking outside. Once all were gathered, he motioned to the courtyard. Parked there was a horse drawn wagon. "Tadah!" Mada squealed, running over and diving in. Saber was already in the back, tackling her and licking her face. "Gah! Saber! Stop! That tickles! Your breath still reeks! Gah! Kyu! Save meeeeee!" She was playing, for the most part. But his breath really did stink.

Kyu hefted the shield over and dropped it in the back, wiping sweat from his brow. It would be good to have a wagon, especially if they had to gather all of these pieces. He climbed into the driver's seat, poking his head in the back. "Anywhere you wanted to go in particular?" She sat bolt upright, thinking it over. "Oh yeah, duh... we have to go to Whealbrook."

He nodded, he'd heard of it. He took the reins and urged the horses on, moving along the roads out of town. "Any reason why?" She nodded, crawling up into the seat next to him, laying her head on his arm. "Yeah, I found the Zenithian Sword there, my father left it for me to find... But it was so heavy, I didn't want to lug it around with me ALL over the world."

He chuckled at her, hooking an arm around her neck and pulling her close. "Now why does it feel like you're going to make me do ALL the heavy lifting?" She shrugged, rubbing a finger in circles on his chest, "I dunno~~~~, Cuz you're the big, strong husband man?" He smirked, before kissing the top of her head. "You know, we could just use Zoom." She groaned, almost doubling over and falling off the wagon. "Oh, fine." She cast the spell. It would be easier with just two people and a monster in the wagon.

So they returned to Whealbrook, ventured into the cave and retrieved the Zenithian Sword, another piece of the set from the Legendary Hero. That much closer to solving the riddle of the disappearance of Madason's mother. She cast Zoom once more, to return to Mostroferrato. Rodrigo had given them the ship he had let her use from before. After a quick trip north to check on a magic jar of some kind, that is. Now they could sail the world. Who knew what the future might hold for the two of them.

The End, For Now