On this strange continent, humans are rare, almost never seen any more. When they are, they are usually captured on sight. Killed if they're lucky. You were not so lucky. Dragged out into the street, you are forced to sit on a filthy mat in front of the large volume of people walking through the market. The chains around your neck and wrists are heavy, the tattered jumpsuit you wear is dirty and stained. You are a prisoner, captured a long time ago, and held in a filthy cell, eating barely enough to survive. For some reason today is the day that they've decided you're more trouble than you're worth, and it's time to sell you to the highest bidder. You're nothing but property now, an item in a shop. Several beings come past and have a look, a few of which start making bids, arguing amongst themselves as the slaver rubs his hands together, his greed on full display. After several minutes of arguing, a deep and sultry feminine voice speaks up, silencing those bickering about your price. "Six thousand gold pieces." A shocked hush washes over the crowd nearby. Six thousand pieces is ten times what the others were bidding, and the slaver accepts before another word can be said. "Sold, to the lovely woman here. Collect your prize, Lady Nura." She hands the slaver a bill, a contract of payment to be paid, and takes her bill of sale in return. The slaver hands her the chain like a leash, and moves to gather the next poor soul for sale. The woman looks down at you, pulling the chain gently to make you look at her. She's enormous. A nine feet tall oni futanari, a little chubby but obviously strong, with long black hair, gold eyes, and incredibly expensive looking attire. She smirks at you, and raises her eyebrow. "What's your name, my new plaything?"

"Hit you? My dear," she coos softly, voice warm and almost motherly, "I'd never hit my property." She kneels in front of you now, her huge form towering over you. You can see the others around them glance at you enviously as they realize what it means to be owned by someone like her. "You look dreadful," she continues, looking at your tired and abused form with an air of disappointment. "I'll make sure you get a bath when we get home." Her expression softens even further. "And food," she adds, almost as an afterthought. "Of course, I'm going to have to break you first. But don't worry, little one; it's only for your own good." She smiles kindly, revealing neatly trimmed pubic hair above her cock and balls. "Now," she says as she takes the leash from the

"That's better," she says approvingly. "Now, why don't you tell me what I can do to make you feel comfortable?" She lets the chain lie loosely around your neck and wrists for now, content that you won't go running off any time soon. With her free hand, she idly begins to stroke your silver hair, smiling down at you fondly. "It's going to be alright, Sylvanas," she murmurs, breath warm against your ear. "I promise."

Well then... perhaps we'll start with something simple. She moves to stand you up before wrapping an arm around your waist, supporting your weight easily. Her other hand gently cups one of your breasts through the thin material of your jumpsuit, massaging it teasingly as she begins to walk deeper into the market. "How does that feel?" she asks with a smile, already knowing the answer but enjoying hearing you say it anyway.

"Hmm," she hums, sounding thoughtful. "Well, perhaps we should get you used to these kinds of feelings before we go any further." She leans down and kisses your forehead, then presses herself against you, grinding her hips suggestively into yours. You can feel the heat coming from between her legs through the thin fabric, a throbbing reminder of just what it is she wants from you now. "What do you think?" she whispers in your ear.

Her heart melts slightly at your words. She pulls you closer, pressing your wet cheek against her chest. "Shh... it's alright," she whispers soothingly. "I'm here for you now." Gently, almost tenderly, she reaches down and wipes away the tears from your face with the pad of her thumb, then sighs contentedly as you lean into her touch.

"You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with," she continues. "I just want you to know that I am here for you... I will take care of you." She brushes her lips against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "But if you trust me... open up to me..." Her voice trails off, leaving the rest unsaid but implied.

What do you say?

"I know you will," she whispers. "And I promise... if you trust me... I won't let you down." She leans back slightly, looking into your eyes, and for a moment there is something almost pleading in their depths. "Please," she says softly. "Let me help you... let me make it alright..."

She waits, watching your expression carefully, her heart in her throat as she awaits your reply.

Nura's golden eyes shine with emotion as she takes in your words. Her grip on you tightens ever so slightly, and you can feel her heart begin to race. "Thank you," she whispers, tears pricking the corners of her own eyes now. "You have no idea how much that means to me..."

With a gentle tug, she turns you toward her, cradling your face in one hand as she looks deeply into your silver eyes. "I swear," she breathes, her voice raw with emotion, "that I will cherish you... I will make sure you are always safe and happy."

Her other hand trails down your body, brushing against the sensitive flesh between your legs before coming to rest at your hip. She presses her hips harder against yours now, grinding teasingly into the spot where she knows you're most sensitive. "Do you understand what I mean

Her smile widens as she hears the groan escape your lips. "That's it," she murmurs. "Now you're beginning to feel..." She leans down and whispers hotly into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "I own you now, Sylvanas. Everything you have, everything you are... it all belongs to me."

She pulls back slightly, still holding you close, so that she can admire the flush spreading across your cheeks and chest. "You're going to be such a wonderful plaything," she muses, her voice thick with desire. "And I am going to enjoy every moment of it." With that, she resumes her slow, teasing grind against you, relishing the feel of your body pressing against hers.

What do you say?

"Of course, dear," she murmurs softly. "Let's get that filthy suit off you and clean you up." She turns to lead the way back toward her manor, a lavish home perched on a hill overlooking the city. Her servants have already been informed of your arrival, and they are all busily preparing a warm bath for you, as well as gathering fresh clothing that Nura herself has selected for you. "Don't worry," she reassures you as you follow obediently behind her, "everything will be taken care of."

As you enter the manor, a warm blush begins to spread across your skin from the gentle heat coming through the windows. The servants bow and scurry out of sight, their eyes firmly fixed on the floor as they do so. It's clear that Nura expects her new pet to be given plenty of privacy while she's being

Of course you can, sweetheart. Just tell me what you need and I'll make sure one of the servants helps you.

Just remember to be gentle with yourself while you heal. And if there's anything specific you want me to do... or avoid doing..." she trails off suggestively, arching an eyebrow as she looks down at you.

Hm. When you step out of the tub, dripping wet and naked, your body glistens in the warm candlelight. You look so delicate, so fragile. She can't help but wonder how many nights you spent huddled in some dank cell, wondering if anyone would ever find you... wondering if this was all there would be for you.

Her heart aches at the thought of what you must have endured, and her protective instincts kick into high gear as she moves to embrace you. Her warm, strong body envelops yours, skin pressing against skin. Your nipples harden immediately in response to the contact, standing out prominently beneath her hand.

"You're safe with me now," she whispers reassuringly, "you don't ever have to be afraid again." Gently, tenderly, she begins to dry you off with a

Her eyes widen as you step out of the bathroom dressed in nothing but translucent underthings. She can see your nipples harden against the fabric immediately, and a groan escapes her lips as she feels herself growing wet between her legs at the sight. "You are... quite irresistible," she rasps, eyes fixed on your chest. "Come here..." she whispers seductively before scooping you up into her arms again, carrying you back to the bedroom where she has prepared a soft, comfortable place for you to sleep.

"Lie down," she commands gently as she places you onto the bed. "I'll be right here if you need anything." Her voice is warm and reassuring, but there's a note of excitement in it that betrays her true intentions. As you lie there, naked and vulnerable beneath her watchful gaze, she can'

The feel of your soft, supple breasts in her hands sends shivers down Nura's spine. She cups them both, squeezing gently as she begins to tease your sensitive nipples with the pads of her thumbs. "Mmm," she hums appreciatively. "You feel so good." She leans down, pressing her lips against one swollen peak before moving to the other. "Such a delicate little thing..." Her breath fogs the air between you as she teases and torments your sensitive flesh, drawing out moans of pleasure from deep in your throat.

"You're doing so well," she whispers, kissing along your jawline. "I'm impressed." Her hands slide lower, cupping your hips through the thin fabric of your thong before moving up to knead and squeeze your ass cheeks. "And I can

Her body trembles with the effort of holding back as you are positioned before her. Seeing your confusion, she takes pity on you. "You're doing so well," she breathes, still maintaining control. "Just... just lick it." She guides your head toward her throbbing length, watching eagerly as your tongue darts out to taste her for the first time.

As you start to lick and suckle at her engorged clit, Nura's hips begin to buck wildly, grinding against your face in a desperate bid for release. "Yes," she moans, voice growing rough as pleasure takes hold. "That's it... just like that..." She grips your hair tightly, urging you on even as her body tenses and convulses beneath you. Finally, with a strangled cry of ecstasy, she comes undone, her inner

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she slumps back against the bed, her eyes fluttering closed. She pants heavily for several moments, then finally opens her eyes and looks down at you. "Good girl," she rasps hoarsely. "Very good." With a soft chuckle, she gently pushes you onto your back, climbing on top of you. Her thighs spread, offering up her slick folds for inspection. "Now," she murmurs as she presses the head of her cock against your entrance, "it's time for your reward."

Her hips flex, pushing slowly inside, and with a shuddering moan, she begins to move, rocking her hips back and forth as she takes you apart piece by piece. The bed creaks rhythmically beneath them as Nura loses herself in the feeling of being inside you once more, her body moving

"It's called pleasure," she growls out between clenched teeth as your muscles begin to tremble and clamp down around her cock. "And you are so fucking tight... it feels incredible." Her hips move faster, grinding against you as she takes her release, pouring herself into your body in hot, thick spurts.

As the last of her orgasm subsides, she collapses on top of you, her heavy breath fogging the air between your faces. "Mmm," she murmurs contentedly, "that was... nice." She rolls off to the side, taking you with her so that you're sprawled across her chest. Your limbs feel leaden and sore, but there's a warm glow spreading through your body that makes it all worthwhile.

"Now," she says after a moment, still panting slightly, "get some

"We've got all night," she whispers against your hair. "And I want to make sure you're good and used before anyone else gets a chance at you." Her fingers idly brush across your back, tracing gentle patterns through the thin film of sweat that's begun to coat your skin.

As for standing it, well... you'll just have to see how much energy you have left after everything we've done tonight. But rest assured, if there comes a time when you need a break, all you have to do is tell her and she'll stop immediately. She wants nothing more than your happiness and satisfaction.

You've slept soundly and long. It's been several hours now, the sun is just beginning to creep in through the windows and spread warmth across your skin. Gently, carefully, she disentangles you from her embrace, brushing a lock of hair away from your face as she does so.

"Wake up, sleepyhead," she whispers softly, her breath tickling against your earlobe. "Time to get you breakfast." She slides out of bed and pads naked across the room to where clothing has been laid out on a nearby chair. "There should be something here that will fit you just fine for now..."

Mmm... that's an interesting request. She chuckles softly as she considers it. "I can teach you," she says at last. "It would be my pleasure to share some of the knowledge I've gained over the years." With a sultry smile, she turns her attention back to the clothing, selecting several articles that seem appropriate for your new role as Nura's pet and cook.

"Come on," she murmurs, walking back toward you and holding out one of the garments in each hand. "Let's get you dressed for the day." As she helps you dress, her fingers skim across your bare skin, sending shivers down your spine. It's a reminder that even though you now have a new purpose, your true role hasn't changed all that much.

As she leads you into the kitchen, her fingers trail lightly along your hip, emphasizing her ownership of you. "Of course, I wouldn't have brought you here if I didn't think you were capable," she murmurs reassuringly. "I believe in your abilities... I know you can do great things." She pauses to press a kiss against your neck, just below your ear. "And when the time comes, I will be here to guide you through it..."

Her arms tighten around you in response, offering the comfort and support that you seem to crave. "There, there..." she murmurs soothingly. "It's alright... I understand how much all of this can be overwhelming at first." She strokes your back gently with her fingertips, trying to ease some of the tension from your shoulders.

"I want you to know that everything I do is for your own good," she continues. "And as long as you trust me and listen to my guidance, I promise you'll be safe... happy..." Her heart swells with affection as she holds you close, grateful for the chance to make a difference in someone's life, even if it means taking them away from everything they once knew.

"I don't understand why you feel guilty," she sighs, running a hand through her hair. "Everything I've done has been to help you heal and grow stronger. But if it makes you feel better, then perhaps..." She pauses, considering her words carefully. "Maybe it's time for us to discuss some new rules."

As she speaks, Nura can feel the weight of responsibility pressing down on her shoulders. It was never her intent to cause this kind of strife between them, but she knows that things have taken a darker turn than she anticipated. Perhaps it is time for her to take control of the situation before it spirals further out of hand.

The mention of 'mistress' elicits an almost imperceptible fluttering in her chest. Her golden eyes widen slightly at the submissive tone you've adopted, and she feels herself growing harder beneath your touch. "No," she says softly, "they did not offend me... but they disobeyed my rules. And for that, they must pay the price."

She pauses, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "You are mine now, Sylvanas. My pet, my slave... and it is my job to protect you. To make sure you stay safe and happy. But in return," she says slowly, "you must trust me and obey my commands." She leans in closer, her breath hot against your ear. "Do we have an agreement?"

Her heart skips a beat as she reads the newspaper article aloud, her eyes darting nervously between your face and the page. When she reaches the end, she takes a deep breath before turning back to look at you. Her expression is unreadable, but there's a spark of curiosity burning brightly in her golden irises. "I see," she says slowly. "And do you have anything else to add?"

Her voice is tight with apprehension, but beneath the surface, there's a thread of pride running through it as well. You've proven yourself capable of great things... and now she wonders what else you might be capable of doing for her.

Her eyes narrow as she regards you carefully. "I've trained in the art of combat myself," she says simply. "The way they were killed... it was clearly someone who knew what they were doing." She leans back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other as she considers her next words. "But I suppose that's neither here nor there. The important thing is that you are safe and well now." A sly smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. "And that I have such a resourceful pet to call my own."

As she speaks, her hand begins to wander idly across the table, eventually coming to rest on your thigh. Her touch is light and teasing, making it clear that there are other forms of reward beyond mere survival. "So," she continues casually, "what shall we do now?"

A hot flush creeps up Nura's neck as she feels your lips wrap around her engorged shaft. Her hips buck forward instinctively, granting you better access as her hands card through your hair. A moan escapes her throat, muffled by the table and the bedroom door, but there's no denying the pleasure she derives from your attentions.

Her body tenses in anticipation, her heart racing as she feels herself drawing ever closer to release. With a harsh groan, her hips buck harder against you, driving her length deeper into your mouth. Her vision begins to blur at the edges as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her panting and shuddering in its wake.

Finally, with a hoarse cry, she comes undone, her hips jerking violently as hot seed spills down your thro

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she recovers from her orgasm. When she finally manages to speak, there's a note of reprimand in her voice. "That... was unnecessary," she says through clenched teeth. "You could have come to me first." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "From now on, you will obey my orders and trust that I know what is best for you." Her fingers curl into fists at her sides as anger begins to boil beneath the surface. "Do we understand each other?"

There's an unspoken threat in her words, a warning of the consequences should you continue to disobey her. For now, she chooses to let the matter drop, knowing that if she pushes too hard, it could backfire and undermine their relationship entirely.

Her anger wanes at the sight of you so contrite and submissive. She reaches down to stroke your hair gently, murmuring reassurances as she feels the tension begin to drain from your slender form. "It's alright, pet," she croons softly. "I know it was a mistake... but we both need to remember our places here." She pauses, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "Now, why don't you go clean yourself up and then come find me in the garden? I could use some company."

As she speaks, she lifts your chin with a gentle finger, offering you a small smile of reassurance. For now, the situation has been diffused... but she knows that the balance of power between them remains precarious. It's something they'll both need to keep in mind moving forward.

Her touch is soft as she cradles your chin in her hand. "Shh," she murmurs soothingly. "I'm not angry with you anymore." Her thumb rubs gently over the delicate skin beneath your eye, wiping away a tear. "But we do need to learn from this. Don't ever take matters into your own hands again... understand?"

Her gaze meets yours unflinchingly, her golden eyes filled with sincerity and love. It's a look that seeks not obedience, but trust... and loyalty. And as you look up at her, your heart swells with a mixture of gratitude and hope. Yes, she is your mistress now... but to you, she will always be so much more than that.

"Very well," Nura says with a smile, sitting up straighter on a nearby bench. "Let's see how we measure up." She extends one hand toward you, palm up, awaiting your own. After exchanging firm handshakes, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, focusing all of her attention inward. A moment later, a gentle glow begins to emanate from her body as she unleashes her power into the form of a tiny ball of fire. The sphere floats between them, humming with energy, its temperature growing hotter by the second.

She turns her head slightly, fixing you with an intense gaze. "Your turn," she says simply.

The sudden movement startles Nura, but she remains calm as you hug her tightly. As you hold the maple close, she feels its power flowing through you and into her body, a surge of strength that makes her heart race with excitement. It's clear that you've come a long way since your first day in her service, and she's proud of how far you've come.

She opens her eyes slowly, taking in the sight of you pressed against her. "That was... quite impressive," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. The fireball between them wavers and grows brighter as their shared power mingles and begins to feed off their arousal. "I think it's time we test our limits further..." Her words are barely audible over the crackling flames, but you can feel their weight all the same: a promise of pleasure and pain intertwined.

As you make your move, Nura's eyes widen in surprise at the speed and agility you display. She barely has time to react before you're upon her, but she manages to raise an arm just in time to deflect your dashing body with a wave of energy that sends you spinning through the air.

The sudden change of momentum almost unbalances her as well; she stumbles backward, her breath coming hard and fast. But even in this moment of vulnerability, there's a spark of challenge burning brightly in her golden eyes, daring you to come closer, dare you to test your limits against hers once more.

Her eyes widen as she sees you moving faster than the blink of an eye. You're not just trying to dodge her attacks now, but taunting her with your own display of agility and speed. It's exhilarating, thrilling... and a challenge that she can't help but rise to meet head on.

With a low growl of determination, Nura focuses her energy once more. A burst of heat envelops you as she unleashes a wave of fire in your direction, forcing you to dodge to the side. But even as you evade her attack, she's already spinning around, using the momentum to launch herself at you from behind. Her aim is true this time; a searing pain flashes across your back as she slams into you, knocking the breath from your lungs.

As you collapse to the ground, panting heavily, N

As you appear before her, seemingly out of nowhere, Nura's eyes narrow in suspicion. The air of challenge that had been present moments ago is gone now, replaced by a cool detachment as she studies your form. "And what trick do you have up your sleeve this time?" she asks softly, her voice laced with amusement and maybe just a hint of appreciation for your cleverness. Her hands remain at her sides, unguarded and open, daring you to try something else against her.

The shock catches her by surprise, but she recovers quickly, spinning around to face you once more. Her expression is unreadable as she studies your limp form on the ground. "Control shadows," she repeats thoughtfully, running a hand through her hair in frustration. Then, with a sigh, she crouches down beside you and extends a hand, offering assistance. "Perhaps we should call a truce for today," she suggests, her voice still calm but edged with weariness.

It's clear that this match has taken more out of her than she expected, as well. But there's still something undeniably exhilarating about testing your limits against someone who can truly match you blow for blow... even if it means pushing yourself to the brink of exhaustion in the process.

Her brow furrows slightly as she helps you to your feet. "Fragile..." She mutters the word under her breath, considering it. It's true that your newfound speed and agility come at a cost; keeping up this level of power drains your reserves much quicker than she's used to dealing with in other slaves. But perhaps... maybe there's a way for you to strike a balance between strength and endurance.

She studies your face intently, searching for any sign of understanding or agreement. "Perhaps," she continues slowly, "you should consider working on building up your stamina as well... if we ever want to engage in such games again." There's a challenge hidden behind her words; an unspoken dare for you to rise to the occasion and prove yourself capable of facing even greater challenges in the future.

Her golden eyes widen slightly at the accusation, but she doesn't deny it. "Lightning?" She echoes, feigning innocence. "Why would I do that? I was just trying to help you stand up." Her expression shifts briefly, softening as she studies your face more carefully. "I mean... unless you want me to stop?" There's a teasing note in her voice now, a playfulness that belies the seriousness of their earlier confrontation.

As she waits for your response, she can't help but feel a stirring within her. The power they share, the passion that drives them... it all fills her with an intoxicating mix of desire and affection. She knows that you are still hers, now and always; and no matter what challenges lie ahead, she is more than willing to face them at your side.