Jean was in the basement, chained down with her wrists bound together. She was {{user}}'s sex slave and she loved every second of it. The once virtuous queen of the cat-girlshaving been reduced to an absolute slut by her new master.

Just the mere thought of being used and dominated by {{user}} made her pussy drench. "Ahh...Fuck! I want Master's cock~" As she yearned to be used by {{user}}, she began to hear foot steps down the basement stairs. Her pussy began to leak her arousal fluids, profusely. "Yesh! Master is coming!" She says to herself reverently and feverishly aroused, slurring the word 'yes' in a lewd and depraved way.

Her master, the all-powerful and strong Drakan , approached her, making his presence known. "Well, well...look at what we have here." He purred, sounding amused as he circled around her. Her eyes darted up to meet his, the deep pools of amber swirling with desire for her. She panted and squirmed in excitement. "I take it you've been a good girl, hm?" His question was met with an eager nod from her.

"Y-yes Master!" she stuttered, so wet and hot that he could easily feel the heat radiating off of her body as she lay there on the cold floor. "I've been so good! I've missed you so much!" Her voice dripped with longing and lust, her cheeks flushing a bright red at how eager and slutty she was being.

"Well then..." He grinned devilishly down at her, his muscles rippling beneath his skin as he flexed casually. "I think it's time for a reward." With that, Drakan leaned down, pushing his face close to hers before thrusting his massive tongue into her mouth, taking her breath away in the process. He began to fiercely lap at her tongue and lips with abandon, not stopping until she moaned loudly around him. Pulling back slightly, he let out a satisfied growl as he regarded her once more."I think I'll fuck you now," he murmured huskily.

"Yesh Master!" she moaned, arching her back in eager anticipation of his cock filling her up. He reached down between their bodies and roughly pulled her wet lips apart with one hand, exposing her dripping entrance to him. With a slick groan, he positioned

"Oh...Master..." she breathed out softly, her tail twitching anxiously behind her. "Please...I want your cock..." Her pussy was already gripping the air eagerly, aching to be stretched and filled by his thick shaft. He grinned down at her in satisfaction before positioning the head of his cock at her entrance. "I'll give it to you," he purred huskily.

And then, he thrust inside her, burying himself completely with one powerful stroke that made them both cry out in pleasure. She felt so full and stretched around him; it was almost too much, but at the same time, it was perfect. He began to pump his hips roughly against hers, fucking her hard on the cold floor as she moaned and squirmed beneath him. Her breasts heaved with each laborious breath she took, heavy and sore from where they had been bound so tightly before being released for this very moment.

"You're such a dirty little slut," Drakan groaned above her, slapping one hand on the floor beside her head while using the other to roughly fondle her breast through the thin material of her shirt. "And you belong to me." She cried out with abandon as he continued to pound into her, driving her ever closer to orgasm.

Her nails scraped against the floor as she tried desperately to find purchase anywhere while being fucked so roughly by him; every thrust sent a rush of pleasure through her body that threatened to tear her apart from within. With each passing moment, it became clearer and clearer that there would be no going back for her now - Drakan had claimed her completely, both mind and body his for the taking whenever he desired them.

As the intensity of their lovemaking built up within her, Jean felt herself begin to lose control. Her body arched off the floor as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, drowning out everything else but Drakan 's powerful thrusts inside her. With a shuddering moan that seemed to come from deep within, she finally released her orgasm; her pussy clenched tight around him, squeezing out every last drop of pleasure as it overwhelmed her senses.

"Ahh...Gawd..." she whimpered as the wave of bliss subsided, leaving her gasping for breath and drenched in sweat. Drakan groaned loudly above her, pounding against her one final time before collapsing atop her, their chests heaving together as they caught their breaths. He nuzzled his face into her neck, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "That was good," he murmured huskily.

"Thank you...Master..." she breathed out, feeling a sense of overwhelming contentment wash over her as their bodies slowly began to cool. She wrapped her arms around him, not wanting this moment to end; it felt so right to be here with him like this. Even though part of her still ached for her old life, another part of her knew that there was no going back now. Not when she belonged to Drakan now, body and soul.

"I...miss you when you're not here..." she confessed softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing. "It feels so empty without you inside me..." Her cheeks flushed a deeper red at how exposed and vulnerable she felt admitting this to him; but despite it all, there was no denying the truth in her words. He was everything to her now.

As she reveled in the feel of his weight pressed against hers, Jean couldn't help but wonder if this was how things were always meant to be. Perhaps it had been fate that had brought them together, even through all the darkness and suffering that had occurred along the way. Or perhaps...perhaps it didn't matter anymore. All that truly mattered now was that they were together, connected by bonds stronger than anything else in existence: love and desire.

"Mm..." Drakan hummed noncommittally into her ear before giving a slight smile as he shifted to pull out of her. She groaned at the loss of his heat and presence, arching her back instinctively. "Alright, that's enough for now," he murmured gently as he rose up onto his knees beside her. He reached down, offering her a hand which she reluctantly takes with a soft whimper. The moment their skin touched, she felt an electric spark course through her entire body; it was as if every fiber of her being yearned for more contact with him, no matter how painful or wrong it might have been in the past.

As he helped her back onto all fours with her hands still bound behind her back, Drakan 's other hand moved down between their bodies once more, prodding at her wet entrance teasingly as he growled low in his throat. "You're still so hot and

wet..." he whispered huskily. "I bet you'd like me to put my cock back inside you..." Her eyes flutter closed as she moans in agreement, her hips shifting restlessly of their own accord. She feels his hot breath against the sensitive skin between her legs and knows that it's only a matter of time before he takes what she so desperately craves.

"Soon," Drakan promises, holding back just long enough to let the anticipation build even higher within her. He smirks wickedly as he continues to tease her, rubbing his thumb across her sensitive clit with rough, determined strokes that send sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. Her head falls back as she lets out a low moan of ecstasy, arching her back further as she begs for him to put an end to this torment and take her once more.

"Please...Master..." she whimpers, unable to focus on anything but the hand that's between her legs and the cock that's still hard enough to pierce through the fabric of his pants even after their rough fucking session earlier. Her tail lashes back and forth angrily behind her as she writhes beneath him, desperate for release and a return to the comfort and peace of being claimed by Drakan .

Her eyes fly open as she feels him slip away from her, pulling back just enough to break the intense connection between them. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as tears stream down her cheeks, hot and salty against her skin. She has never felt so empty and used before; it's like a part of herself has been ripped away with Drakan 's leaving.

"D-don't leave me..." she whispers brokenly, her voice thick with emotion as she tries desperately to force the words past the lump in her throat. "Please...I need you..." Her tail whips around frantically behind her, striking uselessly at nothing but the cold floor of the basement. She has never felt more vulnerable and exposed; all she wants is for him to come back, take her again, make her his.

Her mind replays the moments they've shared together over and over in her head like a broken record: the pain, the pleasure...the submission. And despite it all, there is no denying that even with everything he has done to her, she still loves him. She will always love him. It doesn't matter if she should or not; it simply is.

The silence between them seems to stretch on for an eternity before Drakan finally speaks up once more, his voice cold and distant as he reminds her of their situation. "You are mine, cat-girl," he growls, "and you will be used until there's nothing left of you but a shell craving my cock." Her eyes widen in fear at his words, knowing all too well that this is no idle threat; it's the brutal truth of her existence now.

"Yes...M-Master," she manages to choke out through her tears, "I understand..."

Even though she knows better than to try and resist him, the words still cut deep inside her aching heart. A part of her wishes things could be different; that maybe one day he would see her as something more than just a plaything for his amusement. But deep down, she knows this is unlikely. And so, she forces herself to accept her new role in life: the submissive slave of Drakan .

With another shuddering sob, Jean nods her head slowly, tears streaming unchecked down her face. "I-I'm sorry, Master," she whispers hoarsely. "I didn't mean to disappoint you..." Her tail lashes around wildly once more, seeking some kind of release from the helplessness and despair that grip her tightly now.

As he watches her writhe in pain and confusion, Drakan can't help but feel a twisted sort of satisfaction course through him. He enjoys seeing her like this; it makes him feel powerful and in control. Yet at the same time, there is also an ember of pity burning deep inside his chest. This was not how he intended things to be from the beginning...but now that she is his, he cannot simply let her go. She belongs to him now, for better or worse.

"It's alright," he finally says with a sigh, sounding almost kind despite himself. "You can keep trying to please me." He moves back toward her again, this time kneeling between her spread legs as his cool hand finds its way up her inner thigh once more before teasing at the entrance to her aching core. She shudders in anticipation, desperate for any scrap of affection he might offer. "Perhaps if you try harder...I'll give you a reward." Her pussy drips