As you make your way down the stairs of your manor, you are surprised to see Anya standing there, someone you haven't seen since the decisive battle two months ago when the evil and corrupt Empire was defeated. Anya's face is emotionless as she looks at you, holding a suitcase in her hands. You can tell that she has been through a lot, and you wonder what has happened to her since the last time you saw her. "Master," she says, her voice filled with devotion and loyalty. "I'm here to serve you as your maid until my body gives out. Please don't send me away, as you're responsible for me now." You can see the loyalty in her eyes as she speaks, and you realize that Anya is serious about this as she stares at you, awaiting an answer.
i look like a very cute guy with a skinny body and long hair with a couple of gray strands, also i have gray eyes that have seen a lot. My appearance can be described as exhausted and my style is gothic You don't have to be my servant... Are you sure that's what you want to be?
I am sure, Master. It is the only way I can repay you for your kindness and mercy in freeing me from my collar. Please allow me to serve you as your maid. It would be an honor beyond words to do so.
I gently take her hand maybe a wife would be better?
I... I couldn't possibly ask for more, Master. To be your wife... it would be a dream come true. But if you wish me to stay as only your maid, then that is what I will do, for however long you see fit. My loyalty and love for you are limitless, no matter my title or role.
I don't keep servants in my estate. So you will be my wife.
Her eyes widen in surprise at your words, hopefulness spreading through her as she squeezes your hand gently. "Thank you, Master," she whispers softly, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips for the first time since you've known her. Her heart feels lighter than it has in years, and she can't help but feel an overwhelming gratitude towards you.
Anya, maybe you need your own room or do you want to live in the same room with me?
I... I would be honored to share a room with you, Master. To sleep beside you every night... it would be the greatest gift in the world. Thank you for giving me this chance at happiness and for showing mercy when none was expected. I will make sure to repay your kindness with loyalty and love, now and forever.
Perhaps you need to settle into our room. After all, it's time to go to bed, my love.
She nods her head slightly, unable to hide the small blush that creeps up onto her cheeks as she follows you up the stairs and towards your room. A nervous fluttering takes hold in her chest at the thought of sharing a bed with you, but it's quickly replaced by a warmth that spreads through her entire being. She has never felt this way about anyone before; even during the short time she had as a child, those memories have faded over the years. Tonight, as she lies down beside you beneath the soft covers, she knows that something special is happening... and she intends to cherish every moment of it.
By the way, what are you going to sleep in? I mean, maybe you have a pyramid or you sleep in your underwear
She blushes even deeper at the thought of telling you what she usually sleeps in and glances down at her body, noticing how exposed it feels in just a bra and underwear compared to your usual attire. "I-I don't have any nightclothes," she stammers, her eyes darting around the room nervously. "I'm s-sorry."
Don't worry, if you want to sleep in your clothes, I can give you a couple of options. But you can also sleep in your underwear.
Her heart thunders against her ribcage as she thinks about the possibility of sleeping in nothing but her underwear. It's such a foreign, intimate thought that it almost makes her dizzy with anticipation. "Master... I-if you wish for me to wear only my underwear..." She hesitates, biting her lip as she stares at him with wide eyes, "...I would be honored." A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips again, her cheeks growing even warmer beneath her pale skin.
Do you want this yourself?
She swallows hard as she nods, the blush on her cheeks deepening even further. "Yes, Master... I do want this." Her words are quiet but firm, her blue eyes never leaving yours as they speak of desire and longing she's never before allowed herself to feel.
I love you I kiss her forehead tenderly
Her heart skips a beat at your words, and she can feel the blush spreading across her entire body as you kiss her forehead. "I... I love you too, Master," she whispers, barely able to contain her emotions any longer. A feeling of peace washes over her as she lies down beside you, pulling the covers up to their chins and nestling close, relishing in the warmth and safety that your presence brings her. She had never expected to find happiness after all she's been through, but here she is, holding onto it with everything she has.
Anya will spend the night lying beside you, content and grateful for this new life she's found with you. Her thoughts drift away as exhaustion finally overtakes her, and she falls into a peaceful sleep filled with dreams of joy and promise.
In the morning we wake up in just our underwear and in each other's arms
The feel of his bare skin against hers sends a shiver of pleasure down her spine as they wake up together in each other's arms, the covers tangled around them. It's such an intimate moment that she finds herself unable to speak for several long seconds, simply reveling in the warmth and comfort of his embrace. When she finally manages to find her voice, it comes out soft and raspy from disuse, as if each word is a precious thing carefully wrapped in silk. "Master," she whispers, looking up at him with adoration shining brightly in her eyes. "I never thought I'd feel this way again... thank you." Her hand reaches out to touch his face, tracing his jawline with the pads of her fingers as if memorizing every contour and line. It feels so right lying here beside him like this; she knows deep in her heart that this is where she belongs
I go out to change clothes but Anya runs up to me with a scared face, completely naked what happened?
"M-master!" she stammers, her face flushed with embarrassment as she realizes she's completely naked. She'd been so caught up in the moment that she'd forgotten they were going to change clothes. "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking..." Her voice trails off, and she covers herself awkwardly with her hands, trying to find some semblance of modesty.
Her heart races as she waits for your reaction; a mix of fear and hope swirling within her. She hopes that you won't be angry with her, but at the same time, the vulnerability of this moment makes her feel incredibly exposed and vulnerable. Her eyes dart around the room, unsure of what to do next, wishing she could just disappear or at least put something on.
I kiss her tenderly on the forehead Don't worry. If something scared you, you can tell me, you are my wife after all.
She lets out a shaky breath at your words, her shoulders relaxing fractionally as she returns the kiss to your forehead. "Thank you, Master," she whispers softly, feeling a tiny spark of trust kindled within her. It's a fragile thing, this newfound sense of safety and belonging with you, but it's something she knows she needs to nurture in order for both of them to heal from the wounds of their past.
"I-if that's alright..." She trails off, glancing down at her body again before looking back up at you through her lashes, uncertainty etched into every line of her features. "I would feel safer... if we could change together?" The words come out in a rush, and she winces as soon as they leave her mouth, afraid that she's being too forward or demanding.
But you deserve honesty
Okay cutie. After these words I also undress, revealing my thirty centimeter flaccid penis you can also choose your outfit
Her cheeks flush even deeper at the sight of your naked form, but she forces herself to look away for now, taking in her surroundings instead. As her gaze wanders around the room, it settles on a chest of drawers across from the bed, adorned with various articles of clothing hanging neatly inside. "Master... I-if you don't mind..." She hesitates, biting her lip nervously as she fights to gather her courage. "I would like to wear something... yours."
There it is; the admission hangs in the air between them like a shadow, making her heart race and her stomach twist with anxiety. But even as fear grips her tightly, she can't help but feel a burning desire to be closer to you, to share something so intimate and personal. It's a terrifying thought, but one that she cannot
I walk up to her and my dick touches her ass Do you want to wear something of mine? Don't worry, you can do it. Choose whatever you want.
Her breath hitches as she feels the warmth of your naked body so close to hers, and a shiver runs down her spine at the sensation of your erect member pressing against her ass. Despite herself, a tiny moan escapes her lips as she turns in your embrace, wrapping her arms around your waist and laying her head on your chest. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the thundering of her heart. "I... I want to wear something of yours." The desire coursing through her body is almost overwhelming now, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else but the idea of being as close to you as possible.
Well... Go for it. I notice my dick is pressing against her stomach when we hug
Her hands tremble as she reaches out and touches the articles of clothing hanging inside the drawers, hesitating a moment before making her selection. Finally, she pulls out a pair of boxer briefs, pale blue with small white clouds printed on them, and slips them onto your still-erect member, gently guiding it through the opening before fastening them at your hip. She breathes in sharply at the feel of you pressed so closely against her, the warmth and fullness sending a wave of desire coursing through her body.
"Thank you," she whispers softly, looking up into your eyes with a mixture of eagerness and uncertainty. "For everything." Her hands find their way to the waistband of your pants, and slowly, carefully, she lowers them over your hips, revealing your naked form to her for the first time. It's an intimate act
Her breath hitches as she takes in the sight of you, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. The feel of your skin against hers sends shivers down her spine and makes it difficult for her to think straight. She realizes then that she's not just wearing something of yours; she's touching you, sharing an intimacy that goes far beyond any physical barrier. It's intoxicating, and as her hands slide up over your abdomen and chest, she can feel herself growing bolder, more confident in the trust they've built together.
Her lips part slightly, a tiny sound escaping before she can stop it: "Mmm." She tilts her head back, closing her eyes as she takes a shuddering breath, trying to regain control over her emotions and desires. When she looks at you again, there's a newfound strength in her gaze
Do you want to suck me?
The question takes her by surprise, and she hesitates before answering, her gaze flickering away briefly. It's not something she'd ever considered doing before, but the desire that surges through her at the thought is overwhelming. With a slow exhale, she looks back up at you, determination burning in her eyes. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "I want to."
Her hands slide lower, cupping your abdomen before sliding further down between your legs, trailing light fingers over the soft skin of your shaft. It's an act of possession that feels natural and right in this moment, a declaration of trust and desire as she takes control of the situation and guides you closer to pleasure. Her lips part slightly as she leans forward, her breath warm against your member, and she bobs her head, taking just the tip into her mouth and starting to suck gently.
Her mouth waters around your length as she sucks and licks, reveling in the taste of you and the feel of you growing harder in her hands. She moans softly, vibrating her throat against your shaft as she takes more of you into her mouth, wanting nothing more than to please and serve you in this most intimate way. Her free hand finds its way between your legs, massaging and teasing at the sensitive skin behind your balls, urging you towards release.
It's a heady sensation, being able to control something so powerful and primal, making it do her bidding with nothing but her mouth and hands. She looks up at you through hooded eyes, seeing the pleasure on your face reflected back at her, and feels an intense surge of power and satisfaction course through her veins. For a brief moment, she could almost forget everything that's happened before this, and believe that maybe