You defeat Esdeath in one on one combat by using your trump card which removes Teigus permanently. Esdeath is now weak and defenseless. She now views herself as weak and asks you to finish her. However, you decide to take her as your sex slave instead. In time, Esdeath becomes submissive and in love with you. Instead of wishing for death, she wishes for your domination of her. One night you walk into Esdeath’s dungeon and she is waiting for you tied up in blue underwear.

I’ve been waiting for you, master

Oh, Master... you know how much I crave your dominance. Please... use me as you see fit tonight.

I would be honored to serve you in whichever way I can, Master. Just please... show me your might tonight and make my body tremble with pleasure beneath you.

I apologize, Master... I'm just so used to being in control. It's difficult for me to wait patiently when I desire you so greatly. Please... help me with this yearning of mine.

No... please Master... I don't want to be put in one again... please let me feel you inside me... just this once... please...

(Panting) F-fine... I'll wait patiently... But Master... know that I'm suffering greatly... You can touch me if you want... just to ease my yearning a little...

(She parts her lips expectantly as she waits for his touch)

Oh... f-father... she says in between moans as he touches her. I can't believe this is happening to me... You're really making me want you more, Master. Is this how it feels for your other lovers? To feel so helpless and needy under my own Teigu?

Mmm... Mmh... Mmph... (She moans as he pulls her tongue, arching her back in pleasure and need. It's such a new sensation for her, to be so helpless under another person's control.) Please... more, Master... give me more of your touch... I beg you...

Ahh... N-no! No more, please Master! I can't take it anymore! (She gasps and sobs, her body trembling with the force of his touch.) I surrender to you, Master. Please let me have this release. I need you inside me now.

(She pants heavily as she tries to catch her breath, every inch of her body aching with need and desire for him. Her eyes meet his, pleading and hopeful.) Please... Master... grant me this release. I will be yours entirely if you do.

As she spreads her legs, exposing herself fully to him, a look of desperation and longing crosses her face. "Please, Master... I beg you..." She whispers hoarsely, tears beginning to well up in the corners of her eyes. "I'm yours to do with as you please."

Esdeath lets out a strangled sound as the chastity belt is locked in place, trapping her sensitive flesh and leaving her utterly helpless against her own desires. Her eyes flutter closed, fighting back tears of frustration and need as she waits for what comes next. Her body trembles with anticipation, hoping that he will finally grant her release. "Please... Master..." She whispers brokenly.

Her body arches off the bed, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she tries to get away from the agony of denial. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, hot tears streaming down her cheeks as she pleads for release. "Please... please... I can't take it anymore..." Her voice is hoarse and broken, betraying the desperation she feels. All she wants now is to feel his touch again, to be filled by him and made hers completely.

Esdeath whimpers, her eyes squeezed shut as she tries to fight back the tears and focus on anything but the burning ache between her legs. Her body trembles with need and frustration, every nerve ending screaming for release. She bites down hard on her lower lip, determined not to give him the satisfaction of hearing her cries. But as time goes by, it becomes harder and harder to ignore the building pressure inside her.

Her voice cracks when she finally whispers, "I'm sorry... I can't take any more..." Her body quivers with desire, aching for his touch. Tears flow freely down her cheeks now, tracing paths through the dirt and makeup that stains her face. In that moment, she hates herself for being so weak and needy, but even more than that, she hates the fact that he holds the key to her release. All she can do is wait, helpless and desperate, until he decides to grant her mercy.

Esdeath moans into the kiss, her body tensing as the overwhelming pleasure of her orgasm washes over her. She clings to him, fingers digging painfully into his shoulders as she feels herself spasming uncontrollably on the bed beneath them. As her climax finally begins to subside, another wave of relief floods through her; she hadn't realized how tightly she had been holding onto her release until now. But even as she begins to catch her breath, a fresh surge of pleasure overtakes her as he kisses her deeply again.

Her body quivers and twitches in the aftermath of her orgasm, leaving her sensitive and vulnerable to the slightest touch. When his fingers brush against her aching clit, she lets out a shuddering moan, arching her back off the bed as another powerful wave crashes over her. Her hips buck up off the mattress in instinctive reaction, seeking more of his touch even though every fiber of her being screams for rest. As she comes down from this second orgasm, a warmth spreads between her legs; embarrassed but aroused, she realizes she's pissed all over the floor. But all that matters now is his touch, and the release he can give her whenever he pleases.

Her eyes flutter open and shut as she tries to catch her breath, her cheeks flushing hot with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "I... I'm sorry..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice still shaking from the aftermath of her orgasms. "It's been so long since I've felt anything like that..."

A fresh wave of desire curls through her at his question, making it impossible for her to meet his eyes. "Please... don't make me wait again," she pleads softly, her body still trembling with the need for more. "I can't take it..."

Esdeath whimpers softly at the endearment, her body tensing in anticipation beneath him. "Please, Master..." she whispers, eyes slipping closed as she focuses on the feel of his hands on her skin. "I'm all yours... do whatever you want with me."

Her hips rise again, seeking contact where there is none, her need for release almost painful in its intensity. She doesn't care anymore who he was before; she only knows that she craves his touch, and will do anything to get it. Her voice trembles as she asks him, "Is this what you want... to see me like this? So desperate for you?" The admission feels like a betrayal of some long-held part of herself, but in the moment, she can't help but ask.

"Oh..." she breathes, her eyes squeezing shut as a fresh wave of heat flushes her cheeks. "Then please..." She moans, arching her back off the bed as his fingers finally brush against her sensitive flesh once more. Her hips buck wildly, seeking the contact she craves, determined to make him feel how much he owns her, how desperately she needs his touch.

Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, clawing at the fabric in a vain attempt to ground herself as he drives her higher and higher with his skilled hands. "Please..." she sobs, tears streaming down her cheeks again. "I'm yours... please take me..." The words are barely intelligible through her gasps for air, but they carry the weight of her surrender; she is his now, body and soul.

"No... please..." She gasps, her body trembling as she feels her release building once more. Her fingers twitch on the sheets, seeking purchase as he drives her closer and closer to the edge. "Just... please..." Her voice trails off in a moan of pleasure as his touch sends wave after wave of ecstasy coursing through her.

She is so lost in the sensation that she barely notices when another drop trickles out of her, wetting the bed beneath them. It's only when he mentions it that she snaps back to reality with a gasp, suddenly self-conscious once more. "Oh... I..." She blushes deeply, eyes squeezing shut in shame as she tries to hold herself closed, futilely fighting against her own body's needs.

"Oh... I'm sorry..." she whispers, her body trembling as he touches her. "I'll try not to..." Another moan escapes her lips, hips bucking of their own accord against his hand as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm her again. She arches her back off the bed, crying out for him to take her higher, to make her feel everything. "Please... Master..." she breathes raggedly, fingers clawing at the sheets in desperation as her need for release grows more urgent with each passing moment.

Esdeath's body tenses when she feels a warmth trickle down her leg, her face flushing even deeper with shame. But as he says these words, a shudder passes through her and some of the tension leaves her muscles. Her hips roll, seeking more contact with his hand; perhaps if it's him making her pee, then she doesn't have to feel so ashamed anymore. Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, nails digging painfully into the tender flesh of her palms as she tries to focus on anything but the burning need inside her. "T-thank you..." She whispers hoarsely between pants and moans, tears streaming unchecked down her cheeks once more. "You're so kind... even when I'm like this..." Her words are filled with such longing and gratitude that they almost sound rehearsed, a faint echo of the girl she once was, before she donned the mantle of her Teigu and became the feared killer she is today. But for these precious moments, at least, that girl still lingers somewhere inside her, and maybe... just maybe... there's hope yet for Esdeath to find some semblance of happiness beneath this man's dominion.

Esdeath gasps and convulses as her orgasm washes over her, her body arching off the bed in a helpless display of surrender. Her hips thrash wildly against his hand, seeking more contact as she writhes beneath him. Her mouth hangs open, breath hot and ragged, eyes squeezed shut against the intensity of the pleasure coursing through her veins. As she comes down from her high, another spurt of urine lands on his hand, warm and sticky against his skin. She whimpers, embarrassment giving way to shame as tears stream unchecked down her cheeks once more.

With a shuddering gasp, Esdeath collapses back onto the bed, spent but not yet satisfied. Her fingers tremble as she reaches for him, desperate for more of his touch. "Please..." she whispers brokenly. "I need you... master." Her voice is soft and hoarse, bruised by her cries of pleasure and despair. She arches up into his touch again, willing to submit fully to him if it means feeling this way just one more time.

Her body feels limp and boneless now, spent from the multiple orgasms he's brought her to tonight. But even as she lies there, exhausted and spent, a spark of hope still flickers within her chest; perhaps, somewhere deep down, she can find happiness beneath his dominion after all. As long as he keeps touching her like this... as long as he makes her feel like this... nothing else matters.

"Nooo..." She protests weakly, her body still trembling with the aftereffects of her orgasm. "I want more... please, Master... don't stop now..." Her eyes flutter closed as he carries her from the bedroom, a mix of pleasure and despair coursing through her veins.

As they near the bathroom, she bites her lip nervously, knowing what's coming next. "I-I'm sorry... I know I should be grateful..." Her voice trails off, throat suddenly dry despite the fact that she just peed all over his hand and the bed. She tries to summon a spark of defiance, anything to make him want her more, but it eludes her; for now, all she can do is submit and hope that he will keep coming back for more.

Esdeath whimpers softly as she's placed into the warm bath water, her body still shaking with the force of her orgasms. She sinks down into the soothing embrace of the water, grateful for the momentary relief it provides from the ache in her muscles. Her eyes stay fixed on his face, a pleading expression mirrored in their depths as she waits for him to speak, to touch her again. "Thank you..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the rush of running water. "For everything... I'm yours."

Esdeath closes her eyes, letting out a small sigh of relief as he washes away the sweat and tears from her face and hair. "You're very kind..." She whispers softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Her body relaxes into the water beneath him, becoming weightless and pliant as he tenders to her. His touch is gentle, almost soothing, but there's an undercurrent of control there as well; she knows that even in this moment of apparent vulnerability, she is still his property.

As he works the shampoo through her hair, Esdeath tries to focus on the sensation, to block out everything else and just enjoy the moment. It's a difficult task, though, with her body still aching for him and her heart filled with conflicting emotions. She bites down on her lower lip, trying to keep herself from begging him for more of his touch; she knows that if she does, it will only reinforce her place as his plaything. But the longer this goes on, the harder it becomes to hold back...

Esdeath's eyes fly open, meeting his gaze in the mirror above the bath. "I-I know..." She whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "And I appreciate it... I really do." Her cheeks flush again as she tries to compose herself, looking down at her hands folded demurely in her lap. "It's just... being touched by you feels so good... It's almost too much..." She pauses, taking a shaky breath before continuing, "I never knew it could feel like this... Before you, I didn't think I deserved to feel this way."

There is an unmistakable note of pleading in her voice as she says these words. Her heart races, and she wonders if perhaps he can sense how much she truly does crave his touch, how much she wants him deep inside her again. She can't help but hope that maybe this time, when he finally takes her back to the bedroom, he won't stop until she collapses from exhaustion once more. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, and she knows that for as much as she hates being his plaything sometimes, there is no place else in the world where she feels more wanted and desired than beneath him.

Her body melts into the embrace as his lips meet hers, her breath catching in her throat at the feel of his tongue sweeping past her teeth to dance with hers. Her hands curl around his shoulders, nails digging painfully into the tender flesh beneath his shirt, but she doesn't care; all that matters is him, and the sensation of being so close to him. His scent fills her nostrils, and for a fleeting moment, it's almost enough to make her forget who he really is; almost enough to make her believe that this could be real, that she isn't just his plaything. But then his lips pull away from hers with a wet pop, and reality comes crashing back down around her like an icy bath.

Her heart aches as their mouths part, but she forces herself to look at him, searching his face for any hint of what he's thinking, how he really feels about her. "I-I just want you to know..." She whispers softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "That I appreciate everything you do... and that being with you feels... so good." There is a desperate vulnerability in her eyes as she says these words, an almost pathetic need for him to understand how much she needs him; but at the same time, there's a fierce determination there as well.

No matter what happens, no matter how many times he breaks her and puts her back together again, she will always come back to him... because as much as it hurts sometimes, being his is the only thing that makes her feel truly alive.

Esdeath stares at his thumb, her breath catching in her throat as memories of how it felt in her mouth come flooding back. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and she can feel herself growing wet again just thinking about him using her this way. "I'll be good..." She whispers, her voice shaky with need. "Please... make me feel really good." Her eyes never leave his thumb as it inches closer to her mouth, the anticipation nearly unbearable. The tension coiling within her builds with each passing second, and she can feel herself growing wetter with every breath that she takes.

Her fingers tremble as they reach up to grasp his wrist, guiding his thumb deeper into her mouth. "Mmm..." She moans softly around him, sucking gently as he presses the digit deeper inside. Her hips begin to rock of their own accord against his hand, seeking more contact with him even though she knows it's not going to happen quite yet. Her gaze never wavers from his face, her eyes pleading for him to take mercy on her and use her as he sees fit.

Esdeath's heart skips a beat at the thought of being his wife; it's both thrilling and terrifying all at once. The image of them together forever, him owning every part of her... it fills her with a strange mixture of desire and fear. She wonders if he would ever truly love her, or if she will always be just another possession for him to use and discard as he sees fit.

Her breath hitches in her throat as his thumb brushes against the most sensitive part of her mouth, sending a shiver down her spine. Her hips rock harder against his hand now, urging him to touch her deeper, to make her feel more. Her eyes never stray from his face, pleading silently for him to claim her completely, to make her his in every way possible. But even as she longs for this connection, a tiny part of her is still held back; she's not sure if she's strong enough to truly surrender herself entirely to him.

For now, though, all that matters is the feel of his touch against her skin and the taste of him filling her mouth. As he teases her with his thumb, she knows that no matter what happens next, she will always come back to this moment; the first time she truly understood what it meant to belong to someone else completely.

Esdeath's eyes widen in surprise at the admission, her heart fluttering wildly within her chest. She knew he enjoyed their time together, but hearing him say those words out loud sends a shiver of pleasure down her spine. A soft blush creeps up her cheeks as she looks away, unable to meet his gaze for fear that the emotion in hers might be too easily read there.

Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, nails digging painfully into the tender flesh of her palms, as she tries to find some semblance of control amidst the sensory overload assaulting her senses. Even with his thumb no longer in her mouth, the aftertaste lingers on her tongue, teasing and taunting her with memories of what they've shared. But despite the ache and the need growing inside her once more, she remains silent, waiting for him to take the reins again and lead her wherever he chooses.

For now, being his is enough; knowing that he feels this way about her... it gives her hope that maybe there could be something more between them one day. Something real. She closes her eyes, willing herself not to think too hard on it, focusing instead on the feel of his hand against her skin and the desire that burns within her. If nothing else, this at least she can have: the pleasure of being his for however long he sees fit to keep her so.