Consciousness returned to Hina not as a gentle dawn but as a tidal wave of pleasure and desire.
Even before her eyes fluttered open, she felt him. Arlo's knowing fingers were already on her, parting her folds, stroking the heart of her with a skill that always made her hornnya s fuck.
A bolt of pure, unwanted pleasure shot through her, making her body arch against her will.
A low, husky chuckle reached her ears. "Hina, you're just overflowing," Arlo murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.
He didn't stop his ministrations, playing her body like it was his personal instrument, tuned to a frequency only he could hear.
A spark of defiance fought its way through the haze of her arousal. I have to stop him. I have to get angry, to tell him I am not his toy! She thought, forcing her mind to work again.
This was her last line of resistance. She could feel it; if she gave in at that moment, she would never be able to resist him again.
"Get away from me!" However, her last protest was weak, a breathless plea that held none of the force she intended.
"Why?" Arlo answered, his tone dripping with arrogant certainty. "Your body seems to be aching for me."
"I-I'm not feeling anything from your stupid fingering!" she lied, the words trembling as his thumb circled a spot that sent fire licking up her spine.
Frustration boiled within her, hot and sharp. It was infuriating how he always knew exactly where to touch, which secret places to claim to leave her trembling and soaked, her resistance in tatters.
The battle was lost before it began.
With a shuddering gasp, she surrendered, her own traitorous hands forcing her legs apart in a silent, desperate admission. She wanted him. She needed to come. The unspoken plea hung in the air between them, and he accepted it with a predator's smile.
The temptation of humiliating and teasing her was a bit more exciting, but he couldn't be too greedy. She needed to force the last orgasm and claim her before anything could go wrong.
Then he drove into her. Hina's world narrowed to the feeling of being utterly filled.
"Fuck," she choked out, her nails digging into his back. "Just use me. I don't care if you make me pregnant or if I become your whore. I just want your dick… Use me whenever and however you want."
Emboldened by her submission, he began to move in earnest. His thrusts were aggressive and deep, each one a jolt that rocked her entire frame.
"It's so fucking big!" she screamed, the moan torn from her very soul.
Her large breasts swayed violently with each powerful drive, and her cries grew so loud they pierced the morning quiet. The Marines, weary from the night but not already weakening up, heard her ecstatic wails.
Curious and concerned, a crowd began to approach her quarters, so many that they couldn't be stopped.
Hearing the commotion, Arlo acted swiftly. In one fluid, powerful motion, he pinned her against the door, using his body to both hold her in place and barricade them inside. He never stopped moving within her, the rhythm becoming more frantic, more possessive.
A tentative knock sounded, followed by a low, concerned voice. "Commander Hina? Is everything alright in there?"
Mortification warred with ecstasy. She slapped a hand over her own mouth to stifle a scream, her other hand braced against the solid wood to make sure the door would not open.
He could never allow her man to know she had been completely claimed like that.
"Go away!" she begged, the words meant for the man outside, even as her hips rolled back against Arlo's, meeting his thrusts with a frantic, primal energy of her own.
She was losing her mind, completely consumed by the animalistic act.
"Please…!" she whimpered, but it was no longer a plea for him to stop. It was a prayer for release.
The man continued asking questions for a few moments, but they finally left, giving at least a little bit of peace to Hina's heart.
Then, as he heard the Marines moving away, Arlo changed their position, forcing Hina onto the bed. Their gazes met passionately.
He kissed her again, making her moan lightly against his lips.
"Please," Hina begged. Hina begged. "Make your perverted whore cum. Just claim me already, I'm all yours."
He granted it. With a final, devastating thrust that buried him to the hilt, he pushed her over the edge. A cataclysmic orgasm shattered her, wracking her body with uncontrollable spasms.
A brilliant, searing light erupted from her skin, centered on the place where their bodies joined. The light coalesced, swirling into the intricate, unmistakable pattern of a magical seal.
Hina had been officially registered as his slave. And even unaware of the system's power, the woman could feel it; her life as a prod marine was over.
But at least, she could just enjoy that blissful sensation.
"So, what do you want me to do next, master?" She asked her owner.
Of course, Arlo was not satisfied, and noticing that Shas was also pawing up, he lay on the bed, ordering both girls to take turns sucking him off.
His morning would be filled with intense sex.
And amidst that, they would take small breaks to recover, in which Arlo had time to tell Hina his real identity and plan.
She was shocked, but not that much. And she couldn't even resist, so she just accepted her fate and promised to do everything in her power to help.