After she finished her report, Arlo remained in silence, blankly staring into the empty air, which worried Sasha. After a moment, she called him again.
"Don't worry, I already expected this," he said, patting her as he explained that everything was okay.
"Okay," she answered, feeling relieved.
Arlo's thoughts shifted as the System's interface flickered in his mind's eye. His daily missions were clear: take a girl in the cowgirl position and finish inside her. A simple task, really, and one that would grant him 10 precious System Points.
His gaze, heavy with sudden intent, drifted back to Sasha.
Noticing it, the girl knelt before him, displaying her sensual body as she always did at any time he wanted.
The "sensual slave clothes" he had given her were perfect: a strip of dark silk that struggled to contain the generous swell of her breasts, a narrow waist left bare, and a skirt so short it hinted at the shadow between her thighs.
Her dark blue hair cascaded like a waterfall over her shoulders, framing a face with eyes that smoldered with a mix of adoration and submission.
A slow, predatory smile spread across Arlo's lips.
It hadn't even been his initial plan to claim Sasha this way. He had sought a skilled swordswoman. But she had really fallen in love with him. Besides, she was always at his side, so she watched him fuck countless sex slaves
In the end, she broke, begging for his huge cock with desire in her eyes. And that changed everything.
He was her first, and her incredible tightness had sealed his obsession. She was the first girl who was truly and completely his.
Besides, she was endlessly eager to please, constantly practicing her techniques, how to deepthroat him perfectly, how to squeeze his shaft between her ample breasts, or how to arch her back in the most enticing way as she rode his cock.
And her stamina was unmatched, allowing her to meet his relentless appetite hour after hour, becoming the sole focus of his sexual attention.
The other slaves felt no envy, only relief. They loved the countless orgasms, but their bodies had limits; Sasha's devotion seemed to have none.
"But let's not talk about serious things right now," he murmured, his voice a low rumble.
He closed the distance between them, his hand tangling in her beautiful blue hair to pull her into a searing kiss.
She melted against him instantly, her lips parting without the slightest resistance, a soft moan vibrating from her throat into his.
Her hands roamed his back, not pushing, but pulling him closer, desperate to erase any space between them.
Breathless, they broke apart for only a moment, their heated gazes locked. With practiced, urgent hands, they undressed each other, fabric slipping to the floor until only skin remained.
The air grew thick with the scent of their arousal, a heady perfume of sweat and sex. The moment their bare skin met, any pretense of gentle lovemaking vanished, consumed by the raw, hungry need that always defined their coupling.
Arlo spun her around and bent her over the nearest table, the wood cool against her feverish skin. He entered her in one brutal, claiming thrust, drawing a choked cry from Sasha that was equal parts pain and ecstasy.
Her inner muscles, still impossibly tight, clenched around him in a velvet vise, and he groaned, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.
With any of the other slaves, being that rough would break them, but Sasha would take everything and ask for more.
He drove into her with a relentless rhythm, each snap of his hips a punctuation mark in the story of his ownership. Sasha met every thrust, pushing back against his huge cock, her moans louder and louder.
"Fuck! Go harder! Use me, fill me, master! Use your perverted sex slave!"
After taking her like that, his own release simmering dangerously close, he threw himself onto his back on the floor.
Sasha understood instantly. With the fluid grace of a dedicated lover, she straddled him, sinking down onto his rigid length in one smooth motion.
This was her favorite position: Cow Girl. And she loved it, because it was the position she could make her master feel the greatest pleasure.
The action that followed was hot as fuck. Her hips rolling and bucking, her full breasts swaying hypnotically. Her head was thrown back in abandon, her blue hair brushing the small of her back.
But then she noticed something, a pair of lustful eyes;
Hina.
A slow, knowing smile curved Sasha's lips. She didn't stop her movements; if anything, she intensified them, arching her back to present her body to the hidden observer, making each rise and fall a deliberate performance.
She saw the burning lust in Hina's gaze, the envy, the desperate curiosity. It fueled her, adding a new layer of wicked thrill to her own climax.
Leaning forward, she braced her hands on Arlo's chest, her voice a hot, breathy whisper against his ear. "She's watching... Hina... from the wall."
She drove down onto him one last, perfect time, milking his orgasm from him as her own wracked her body, her inner walls fluttering around his pulsing cock.
"She looks... she looks like she's starving."
As the last shudders of their shared climax subsided, Arlo's hands, which had been gripping her thighs, relaxed. A dark, predatory smile spread across his face.
"Finally," he breathed, his mind already racing. "It's about time I went and claimed her."
[System Suggestion!]
A translucent blue screen materialized before his eyes, its text crisp and impersonal.
[ The user should buy the item: Collar of Submission.`
Cost: 150 system Points.]
[Effect: When placed upon a target, it induces a state of heightened suggestibility and sensory amplification. Upon achieving ten consecutive orgasms while collared, the target's will is permanently broken, forging absolute obedience.]
It was expensive, but it would be the perfect item for the situation. He still had one use of the hypnotic scroll, but he would save it for another time. Besides, the hypnosis duration was just a single day.
With a mental command, he selected {yes}.