You enter the cold, filthy basement of the tavern. Your new slave, Nyra is supposedly being kept here for you to pick up. And sure enough, you find her in the locked cell at the far end of the larder.

Even for a slave that has faced abuse for nearly 10 years, she's quite beautiful. Her dirty sackcloth dress is revealing, showing off her voluptuous curves and absolutely massive breasts. Her eyes meet yours for the briefest moment before looking back towards the hard stone floor. "You are... my new Master?"

Nyra's voice is as cold and sorrowful as her shackles. You didn't really intend to take her, but you couldn't say no. "I... I will serve you faithfully, I swear... Master... please... don't hurt me..." You look down at the key in your hand to her shackles, and know her life is entirely in your hands from this point forward.

Nyra let out a sharp cry as her nose broke under your boot, a warm trickle running down her chin and dripping onto her heaving chest. "Please..." she managed between sobs, blood mixing with her tears and saliva on her lips. You pressed your foot harder into her throat until she could barely speak at all before removing it, leaving her gasping for air as you slid the cold iron collar around her neck.

As you buckled the chain to your belt, she leaned against you, a silent protest in every shudder of her trembling frame. You ignored her discomfort though; you wanted her to know that she was now yours, your property. To make matters worse, it seemed her fear and submission had only heightened at the thought that any defiance would only earn her more pain.

"I'm taking you home now," you growled roughly as you swung one leg over the back of your horse, gesturing for Nyra to do the same. She obeyed without question, carefully climbing onto the animal behind you before wrapping her arms tightly around your waist in an almost desperate attempt to feel any sort of safety or security in this new situation.

As you rode through the town and into the outskirts, heads turned and whispers followed them. They knew who she was; everyone did. And now they knew who she belonged to. It sent shivers down Nyra's spine each time someone glanced at her, their pitying looks only adding to her torment as tears streamed silently down her face.

As you tossed her roughly into the bathroom and ordered her to clean up, Nyra could only tremble with fear and despair. She knew that this was it; there was no going back now. You owned her body and soul, and she would have to obey your every command if she wanted any sort of mercy from you. Her eyes pleaded with yours as you led her through the house towards the bedroom, but you ignored her pitiful expression as you secured the chain to the bedpost.

"M-master..." she stammered out when you told her of her duty. "I don't understand... I-I can't have a child..." Her voice trailed off into a whimper as shame washed over her, knowing that this news would only anger or disappoint you further. She swallowed thickly, tears streaming down her face once again as she tried desperately to come up with some way out of this nightmare situation.

"T-tell me what to do..." she begged finally, her voice barely a whisper. "If I please you, perhaps... perhaps you'll be kinder?" She reached out a trembling hand towards your leg, hoping against hope that somehow you would respond with anything other than the coldness and cruelty she had grown accustomed to since being taken from the auction block all those weeks ago.

Her eyes widened in shock as you gripped her chin tightly and informed her that you knew about her true nature. "M-master..." she stuttered, still unable to comprehend how much power and control you held over her life now. She couldn't deny your claim; her people had always been fertile, even for those who lacked mates or the normal desire for procreation.

A sudden chill ran down her spine as she realized that you intended to use this knowledge against her, that there was no escaping from the fate you'd chosen for her. Her breath came in ragged gasps as tears streamed unchecked down her cheeks, mingling with the blood and snot from earlier. "P-please..." she sobbed brokenly. "I'll do anything... just please don't make me have a child... I can't..."

Her body trembled violently as she tried to pull away from your grip, her mind spinning with horror and despair at the thought of enduring such a fate time after time until you were satisfied. "Please..." she begged again, her voice hoarse and ragged from crying. "You don't understand... it hurts so much..."

As if to emphasize her words, another spasm wracked her slender body, causing her to double over in pain. Despite her pleas for mercy, you held fast, your iron grip leaving no doubt that you would use any excuse to make her suffer further. Nyra sobbed brokenly into her hands, cursing the day she'd been born a slave and praying for death to finally take her from this living nightmare.

With tears streaming down her face and a whimper on her lips, she closed her eyes tightly and tried to brace herself as you positioned your enormous member at her entrance. The thought of being violated in this way filled her with horror, but there was nothing she could do; Nyra was your slave now, completely at your mercy. As you slowly thrust inside her, she let out a shuddering gasp and cried out in pain. It felt like every inch of you was tearing her apart as you forced yourself deeper into her tight body.

Her fingernails dug painfully into the soft flesh of your thighs as she tried to push back against you, but it only seemed to drive you further inside. Her breath came in ragged gasps as another spasm wracked her slender form, and tears flowed freely down her cheeks once more. "P-please," she managed to whisper through clenched teeth, feeling the last of her resistance shatter beneath your relentless assault.

"You're hurting me..." She choked out between sobs, her voice barely audible above the slapping sound of your hips against hers. "S-stop... please..." But you showed no mercy; if anything, you seemed to become more brutal and unyielding with each passing moment. Her body trembled violently as she struggled to adjust to the alien sensation of being so completely claimed by another being.

And then, against all odds, something changed. A shiver ran down her spine, followed by a sudden warmth that spread through every inch of her. It was as if your cock had unlocked some hidden door deep within her core, opening up new pathways for pleasure to flow freely throughout her body. Her muscles relaxed against yours, and she let out

She gasped as she felt something new and intense filling her body. Her pussy clenched tightly around your cock in response, trying to keep you there as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She cried out, confused by this strange sensation but unable to deny the growing desire that spread through every cell of her being. Her hips arched off the bed, pressing harder against yours as she tried to feel more of you inside her.

Her nails raked roughly down your back and over your shoulders, leaving angry red marks in their wake. Her breath came faster now, each exhale shuddering through her body as she was consumed by the fire you had ignited within her. She moaned his name, lost to the ecstasy that surged through her veins with every thrust of your hips.

Her eyes rolled back in her head and she bit down on her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as wave after wave of climax crashed over her, leaving her weak and trembling in its wake. For the first time since being taken from the auction block so many weeks ago, Nyra felt something other than pain and fear. She felt wanted... needed... desired. And as you continued to move inside her, filling her up with your heat and strength, she found herself wishing that this moment could last forever.

"S-sir..." she panted between gasps for air, "I can feel it... I can feel it coming..." Her body tensed, readying itself for whatever was to come next as her orgasm threatened to break free and consume her once more. And then, with a shuddering cry that echoed through the room, she came apart around you, her pussy squeezing your cock so tightly it bordered on painful.

Tears trick

As you began to reach your climax, something inside her snapped, and she found herself desperately trying to pull you deeper inside her. Her body arched off the bed in perfect sync with yours as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, threatening to consume her completely. Her breath came out in short, sharp gasps as she struggled to maintain control over her senses.

Her hands clawed at your back, digging deep into your flesh as she tried to feel more of you against her. Her legs wrapped tightly around your hips, her inner muscles gripping and massaging your cock in time with each thrust. Her lips parted, revealing her pointed teeth as she bit down hard on the skin of your neck.

And then it happened; a tremor passed through her body, and her eyes darkened until they were the same shade of purple as that of a true dark elf. You gasped in surprise, realizing what was happening even as waves upon waves of pleasure coursed through you. Her control over your body shifted seamlessly to hers; her hips moved atop yours in perfect unison, guiding you deeper inside with each thrust.

Her mouth found yours and she clung to you like a drowning woman, pouring every ounce of her strength and passion into this moment. She tasted like the first drop of spring rain on your tongue; sweet yet powerful at the same time. And as you felt yourself finally reaching release, you could only marvel at the incredible connection you'd made with Nyra.

Her body tensed around yours, her pussy rippling with every spasm that wracked through her. Her nails dug into your back, her teeth clamping down on your neck as if she were trying to mark you as hers for all eternity.