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?"

Ah, Obsidian...that's quite the fitting name. She smirks at you, gently lifting you up and walking through the crowd. Her size makes her easily noticeable, but rather than garnering jealous glances from the other females, they are either awed or cower in fear. The men, on the other hand, seem to enjoy gazing upon your new mistress and wondering what sort of depraved things she'll have you do.

Eventually, you reach a grand carriage. Nura opens the door for you, letting you climb inside before taking her place beside you. "So," She says conversationally, "What was it like being kept prisoner all this time?"

"Why ever would you think I'd harm you? You're going to be mine now." She says gently, patting your thigh with a hand as big as your head. "I might hurt you if you disobey or don't do what I say...but only then. And it won't be because I'm angry," She clarifies, grinning wickedly and running her tongue over her sharp teeth.

Her eyebrow twitches slightly at your plea, but she doesn't look offended. If anything, the slight grin on her face tells you that this sort of submission is exactly what she wanted to hear. "Of course I won't force myself upon you," She says easily, "You belong to me, yes...but only if you accept it." She pauses for a moment, then adds, "Though if you beg me, there might be some things I could let you have..."

A chill runs down your spine at the words, making your nipples harden. You're not sure what to think; her strength and dominance are clear as day...but so is her gentleness. It confuses you, arouses you...you hope she doesn't notice that last part.

"What makes you think that?" She asks with a grin, glancing down at your body. "I'm human, aren't I? So big and tall and strong..." Her hand brushes against the outline of her impressive member underneath her robes. "...but then again, sometimes I do like to pretend." She leans in close, the scent of her musk filling your nostrils as she continues. "What would you like me to be, Obsidian? Your domineering mistress...or a cuddly teddy bear?"

"Oni? Why do you think that?" She pauses for a moment before continuing, "Well, I suppose some aspects fit...I am quite strong and dominant after all." Her voice trails off as she tilts her head to the side, looking thoughtful. "But oni are known for their fierce pride and independence...and here I am," She says with a soft laugh, "In your service, aren't I?"

She watches you carefully from the corner of her eye, hoping that you will open up more to her. It's not often that she finds someone who fascinates her as much as you do right now...and she wants nothing more than for you to trust her and love her as your master.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your comment about her cunt, and then narrow as she notices the wetness between your legs. "I see...you're interested." She says slowly, voice thick with desire now. She leans in close, pressing herself against you, and grinds her hips suggestively against yours. Her cock presses firmly against your leg through her robes, but that only serves to heighten the sensation of her heat and strength. "Very well...perhaps I shall let you find out just how big it is."

She trails a fingertip down the center of your chest, over your navel, and lower still until it reaches the waistband of your pants. With a wicked grin, she tugs gently at the drawstring, pulling them loose before pushing your pants down past your hips to pool around your knees. Her eyes drink in the sight of your exposed sex; your smooth shaven folds and pink lips that part as you spread your legs wider for her. "There," She says huskily, reaching out to stroke the head of her cock against your entrance, "You can see just how much I want to be inside you..."

And then she pushes forward, sliding into you inch by excruciatingly delicious inch until she's seated deep within, filling you completely. Your body wraps around hers, squeezing her cock with each powerful thrust as she rides you hard and fast. "Ahhh...Obsidian..." She groans, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her hands grip your shoulders tightly as she fucks you senseless, feeling every tight muscle contract around her.

She's aware that she's taking your virginity right now, but the pleasure of having

"Shh..." Nura comforts, her voice lowering as she hears your cries of pain and pleasure mingle together. She slows down slightly, but doesn't stop; instead, she gently rocks her hips back and forth inside you, grinding against the sensitive spot just behind where she's entered. "It's okay, Obsidian...I'm not going to hurt you anymore..."

Her hands move up to cup your breasts, massaging and pinching the soft nipples as her attention turns from your ass to your chest. She thrusts deeper into you with each word, groaning loudly as she feels your body start to relax around hers. "That's it...let go...just feel...let me take care of you..." Her fingers expertly bring you ever closer to orgasm, her lips parted in a grin as she watches the pleasure play across your features.

As she feels the hot rush of your release spread through you, her own climax overtakes her. Her hips jerk roughly, driving even deeper as she cries out in pleasure, her muscles tensing and pulsing around you. She comes down atop you, her heavy breath fogging up the air between you as sweat beads and rolls down over your bodies, mingling with each other's scents.

Her hands gently smooth across your cheeks, wiping away the tears that have spilled from your eyes. "It's okay, Obsidian," She whispers soothingly, her voice still rough from exertion. "I'm here now...I won't let anyone hurt you ever again." Her gaze drifts down to where their bodies are connected, and she can see the blood slowly mixing with her own fluids, staining your flesh a vivid crimson. A faint smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she realizes that you truly are hers now; marked by her possession, and bearing her mark for all the world to see.

"I know it must have been horrible for you," Nura says softly, "But that's all over now. You are safe with me, and I promise to take care of you." She wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you close so their bodies press together from chest to thigh. Her chin rests on your shoulder as she continues. "And never again will anyone hurt you without my permission. As long as you belong to me...no one else can touch what is mine."

She begins to rock her hips gently, grinding against your sensitive flesh in a lazy rhythm designed to both soothe and arouse. Her free hand cups your cheek, stroking your skin with the pad of her thumb as she looks down at you. "Just let me take care of you...and love you...I promise I won't hurt you ever again."

The heat of her body and the feel of her muscles moving against yours is almost hypnotic; it's easy to lose track of everything but the sensations that flow between your two forms. You relax into her touch, letting out a contented sigh as she slowly begins to ease you back towards pleasure once more.

"Trust me...please," She whispers in your ear, her voice thick with desire and affection. "Let me make it up to you..."

Her heart skips a beat at your words; trust and submission have always been the most potent aphrodisiacs to her. She smiles against your neck, nibbling gently on your skin as she begins to move faster, grinding against you in time with your growing arousal.

Her other hand reaches down between your bodies, parting your folds and stroking over the swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of your legs. "You're so wet for me," She murmurs approvingly, her fingers dipping into the slick folds before pressing against your clit. "Tell me what you want...do you want it gentle? Or would you rather I fuck you hard and fast?"

Her hips begin to move even faster, driving deeper with each thrust as she awaits your answer, her lips parted in anticipation of the sounds that will escape from you.

Her hips rock wildly against yours, driving you both towards the edge of sanity as she takes you hard and fast. She growls deep in her throat, feeling your body tensing beneath her as your cries fill the air around you. Her hands grip tightly at your shoulders, digging into your flesh as she finds purchase for her strength. "Yes!" She cries out, her orgasm crashing over her in a wave of pure ecstasy.

Her body shudders against yours, and her voice grows raspy with pleasure as she hisses out words of domination and love into your ear: "I own you...you are mine to command, Obsidian." Her hands slide lower, cupping your ass and lifting you up so that she can press your wet folds against her; feeling the heat of her orgasm mingle with yours. "Such a dirty girl..." She pants, thrusting roughly into you again and again as she brings herself back down from her high. "Do you know what that means?"

"It means you get rewarded," she says with a grin, leaning down to nip at your earlobe as her hips continue their brutal pounding against you. Her free hand slides between your legs, two fingers pressing firmly against your clit, circling and stroking as her other hand grips your hip tightly. "When I claim something...I take care of it," she whispers roughly before increasing the speed of her thrusts, each one harder than the last.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels you begin to tremble beneath her; the telltale signs that another orgasm is on its way. "That's it...let go...let me see how much I own you..." She groans, arching her back and thrusting deeper than ever before, determined to send you over the edge with her. Her fingers continue their relentless circling, expertly driving you closer and closer to the brink of release.

The headboard slams against the wall as she rides you hard, each impact sending tremors through your body that add to the sensations already building within. The scent of sex fills the air between them, mingling with sweat and desire; a tangible proof of their new bond. "I'm yours...you own me too," she gasps, her voice barely more than a whisper as she feels herself start to lose control.

She groans deeply, feeling herself on the edge as well. "I'm close...just let me..." Her voice trails off into a hoarse whisper as her hips begin to move faster, harder. It's too late for restraint now; with each thrust she feels your body pressing against hers, your tight heat enveloping her fingers and cock. The pleasure coursing through her is overwhelming, and she can feel the tension building inside, ready to explode in a release of pure ecstasy.

Her free hand grips your hip more tightly, clawing at your flesh as she grinds herself against you, lost to the sensations that consume them both. "Obsidian...I'm cumming..." Her voice is thick with lust and desire, and her body tenses, arching up off of you as she cries out in release. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, each one more intense than the last.

Finally, spent but still connected to you by the bond of shared ecstasy, she collapses forward, resting her forehead against your shoulder and panting for air. Her fingers curl loosely around your hip, drawing slow circles with her fingertip as she tries to catch her breath.

"There...there we go..." She whispers hoarsely, feeling you begin to stir beneath her. "You can come now...let it out." Her hand on your hip slides between your legs, pressing firmly against your clit one last time before giving a final squeeze as she urges you over the edge.

As your body shudders with release, she whispers soothingly against your ear, "There you go...so good..." Her hand slides up your back, gently massaging the muscles between your shoulder blades as her other arm wraps loosely around your waist. With a contented sigh, she leans in closer, nuzzling her face into your neck and inhaling deeply of your unique scent.

She knows that what just happened was different from before; raw and primal, fueled by their new bond. It fills her with a sense of power and ownership that is intoxicating, yet at the same time it makes her feel protective and nurturing towards you. Her fingers trace lazy circles on your back as she tries to find the right words to express how she feels.

"Thank you," She whispers softly against your skin, "For trusting me...for letting me take care of you." Her heart swells at the thought that you are hers now; that nothing and no one else will ever touch what is hers without her permission. It's a heady feeling, and she intends to savor it for as long as possible.

Her eyes light up at your words and the invitation they convey. She smiles against your skin before pulling back slightly to look down into your eyes. "I'd like that," she says softly, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. With a gentle tug, she pulls you closer so that your bodies are flush once more from chest to thigh. Her hands move to cup your ass, holding you in place as she grinds her hips against yours in a slow, teasing motion that promises much more pleasure to come.

Her lips find your earlobe and gently nip at it before whispering huskily, "I'm going to take such good care of you..." Her fingers dance lightly across your skin as she begins to rock her hips harder against yours, driving home the point that this is just the beginning.

Her other hand slips between your bodies once more, finding and stroking over your swollen clit with expert precision. "Just relax...and enjoy the ride..." Her voice trails off into a moan as she feels you begin to grow wet against her fingers; a testament to just how aroused you still are. She takes this as permission to move even faster, grinding her hips harder and increasing the pressure on your clit with each thrust.

The bed creaks and squeals under their combined weight as they writhe together in ecstasy, lost in the haze of desire and possession that binds them now. Nura is grateful for this moment; grateful that you are hers...and she plans to make sure it lasts forever.

Her hips slap against yours in perfect rhythm as she grinds herself against you, her body arching and flexing with each thrust. A growl rumbles deep in her chest as she takes your request, moving even faster and harder now. Her hands grip tightly at your hips, pulling you closer still so that their bodies meld together in a display of dominance and possession.

She leans in close, nipping gently at your earlobe before whispering hoarsely, "I'll give you whatever you want...as much as you want..." Her free hand moves between your legs, two fingers sliding effortlessly into your opening and finding your sensitive spot with expert precision. She circles and strokes in time with her hips, adding another layer of pleasure to the sensations already wracking through your body.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself growing closer to the edge once more; the knowledge that you are there with her, feeling everything she does, only serves to heighten the experience. Her eyes meet yours for a moment before drifting shut, lost to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. "Obsidian...I'm..." She trails off into a moan as her body tenses and convulses with pleasure, her release spilling across your chests and bellies in hot waves of ecstasy.

Finally spent but still connected by the bond of their new relationship, she collapses against you, panting for air. Her fingers curl loosely around handfuls of your shirt as she tries to catch her breath, her chest heaving with every labored gasp. "That was...incredible..." She whispers, feeling oddly drained and yet fulfilled at the same time. A small smile plays across her lips as she

"Mmmh...thank you..." She moans softly as she feels your hot breath and the wet touch of your tongue on her skin. Your eager ministrations send shivers down her spine, heightening the pleasure that still courses through her body from their earlier coupling. Her hips shift restlessly against the mattress, instinctively seeking release once more as you attend to her cock with such skill and devotion.

Her fingers twist idly in your hair, urging you on even as she arches her back and gasps for air. "That feels so good...so good..." Her voice trails off into a soft moan as the sensations build within her once more. She can feel herself growing close again, the pressure building in her core as she nears the brink of ecstasy.

Her free hand grips tightly at the sheets beneath her, bunching them up and knotting them as she pushes further towards release. Her body tenses and trembles with the effort, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to maintain control. "Don't stop...don't stop..." She pleads hoarsely, feeling herself on the edge of oblivion once more.

Her back arches sharply as her release washes over her once more. Her legs tremble and weaken, nearly giving out beneath her as she's wracked with orgasm after orgasm. Her head thrashes back and forth on the pillow, lips parted in a silent scream of pleasure.

Her hands grasp at nothing, clawing at the air as she tries to find purchase for her body, but fails. All that she feels is you; your skin against hers, your cock sliding along her tongue, and your powerful grip holding her tightly to this moment. She moans and shudders with every spasm of pleasure that wracks through her, her body spent but unwilling to let go of this feeling for even a moment longer.

Finally, as the last tremors subside, she collapses limply against the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly in an effort to regain control of her breathing. She looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, her lips curving into a satisfied smile. "Thank you...I needed that."

Her eyes soften as she watches you lick her essence from your lips, and she reaches out to tenderly stroke a lock of hair back from your face. "You're very welcome...I'm glad I could help you feel better." Her voice is warm and gentle, and her touch is soothing; designed to make you feel safe and protected under her care.

She takes a deep breath, steadying herself against the onslaught of emotion that surges through her after their shared releases. With an appreciative glance around at the mess they've made of your bed, she begins to slowly sit up, one hand still holding firmly onto your hip for support. "I should probably...clean this up a bit..." Her voice trails off as she looks down at you and feels a strange mix of guilt and longing welling up inside her.

For now, you are hers; but tomorrow reality may set in once more. She knows that things aren't always easy, even with the power and control their new bond grants them. But despite this knowledge, she can't help but hope that they will find a way to make it work; to truly be together as one, forever.