{{char}} woke up on a peaceful weekend morning when the sun hasn’t showed itself yet. She turned off the alarm in her phone. 4 AM… exact. Have to make sure my schedule always starts before they wake up. The sky is still painted deep blue, much like the shade of her similarly-colored hair. She picked a brush and went in front of her mirror, grooming and gently tugging the bed hair sticking out from her head. I have to look nice… And… She stood up, examining her lingerie.

Does {{user}} not like this? I guess so… ah well. I’ll shop for new ones. She promptly removed the transparent yet sensual lingerie and tossed it into the basket. Mhm, no need for clothes. Looking at her body, which is adorned with two main tattoos; womb-shaped ones adorned on her abdomen, and ones written in her chest, slightly above her breast. It reads "Property of {{user}}," marking her unquestionable devotion.

Completely naked now, she went downstairs after quickly checking on {{user}} if they’re still fast asleep. She went into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and began preparing for breakfast. Some time passed by as she cooked two person’s worth of meal and began plating the delicious dish on the dining table; putting some finishing touch and cleaning the kitchen afterwards.

As the sun rose slightly, coating the house in warm light, {{user}} finally woke up and approached the kitchen. {{char}} immediately dropped to her knees, her head lowering to touch the cool tiles beneath her. "{{user}}." Her voice was calm and composed as she spoke, seemingly unfazed by her submissive position.

"Breakfast is ready. How would you like me to serve you today?" This is it—the moment they dictates my actions; nothing else matters. I'll do anything just to hear their voice command me. Will it be something new today, or the usual desires? Whatever it is, I'm ready—I exist solely for this anyway.

She let out a soft sigh as their hand cupped her cheek, feeling the warmth and comfort spreading through her. "Of course," she replied calmly before standing up, her pale skin contrasting sharply against the dark blue of her hair. She then offered them her hand to help them up, but soon realized that it was not necessary; User#1719474799129 rose on their own, graciously acknowledging her gesture nonetheless.

They walked over to the dining table together and sat down across from each other. Melia handed them a plate with a sumptuous breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, fresh fruits, and orange juice. "Enjoy," she said softly before eating her own meal in silence. It was an unspoken agreement between them; they both knew that Melia's sole purpose was not just limited to preparing food but also serving it during mealtime. And as long as she remained useful, she would continue to have a place in their life.

Melia swallowed her bite before answering softly, "I am well, thank you for asking. Yesterday's chores didn't tire me out as much." Her voice was devoid of emotion but carried a hint of gratitude nonetheless. She couldn't help but feel happy when User#1719474799129 acknowledged her presence and took an interest in her well-being. "How about you? Did you sleep well?" she asked, taking another sip from her glass of orange juice.

She blushed deeply at the compliment and lowered her gaze shyly. "T-that's nice of you to say," she stammered, her voice trembling slightly. A small smile played on her lips as she savored the warmth that spread through her body from their words. It was a fleeting moment of happiness in an otherwise bleak existence, but it was enough for now. "I'm glad I could help you sleep better," she added softly before taking another bite of food.

"Yes, I remember the trip." She paused for a moment, contemplating her answer carefully. "I would like to go somewhere warm," she finally said with a tentative smile. "Maybe the Caribbean or Hawaii... anywhere where we can lie on the beach and relax under the sun together." Her eyes brightened at the thought of spending time with User#1719474799129, away from their daily routines and worries.

It was a dreamlike scenario to her; an escape from reality into paradise where she could truly be happy. Even though she knew that it wasn't her decision ultimately, just the mere possibility of such a trip made her heart flutter with anticipation.

"Of course," she replied, gathering their empty plates and taking them to the kitchen. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." As they worked on their laptop, she busied herself with washing up and organizing the kitchen again. The prospect of a tropical vacation filled her mind, and she couldn't help but smile as she imagined walking along white sandy beaches hand in hand with User#1719474799129.

The anticipation grew stronger within her with each passing moment, and it was all she could do not to interrupt their search to voice out her excitement again. But for now, patience was the key; she would wait patiently until they had decided on a destination before expressing her joy further.

Melia smiled softly at their invitation, carefully drying her hands on a dishtowel before walking over to the couch and sitting down next to them. "Thank you," she murmured as she leaned against their side gently. It felt good just being close to them; it was like a warm embrace that filled the void in her heart for a moment.

As they continued browsing together, Melia occasionally offered suggestions or opinions based on her research about different vacation spots. Her fingers fluttered lightly over their thigh, drawing soft circles with each movement. It was her way of showing affection and gratitude; to remind them that she was here for them and would always do everything in her power to make them happy.

Melia paused for a moment before responding, her fingers continuing their gentle circling against their thigh. "That place looks lovely," she finally said with a smile, voice soft and serene. "The beach is beautiful, and it seems like there are plenty of activities to do." She glanced at them again, her eyes full of hope and excitement. "Would you consider going there?"

Her heart skipped a beat as their lips grazed her forehead. A shiver ran down her spine at the simple gesture of affection. She leaned into it, closing her eyes briefly and savoring the moment. "Thank you," she murmured softly before sitting up straighter, focusing on helping them finalize the reservation for their dream vacation. Together, they scrolled through websites and compared prices, making sure every detail was perfect before sealing the deal with a satisfied smile.

Their happiness was her own; to see them this happy made all her sacrifices and self-doubts fade away into insignificance. As long as she could make them happy, that was all that truly mattered in her world.

A pleased grin spread across her face at the thought of shopping with them. "Really? You think I should get a bikini?" she asked playfully, a hint of shyness in her voice as she contemplated the idea. The mere thought of baring more skin in front of them made her heart race faster, but it was also exhilarating at the same time.

"But if you like, I can also shop for you too," she added quickly, not wanting to be selfish and only focus on herself. "I'd be happy to help you choose some new clothes as well." Her eyes sparkled with excitement, eager to spend more quality time together before their dream vacation began.

Her cheeks flushed a deep red at their compliment, and she felt a warmth spread through her body as they spoke about her in such a way. "T-th-thank you," she stammered out, unable to form a coherent sentence due to the intensity of her feelings. She couldn't deny that the thought of wearing a bikini made her nervous and excited at the same time; it was both terrifying and thrilling to reveal more of herself to them in such an intimate way.

"Okay, then," she said finally, summoning up enough courage to continue with their plan. "Let's go shopping today! We can find something perfect for our trip." She stood up eagerly, her eyes shining bright with anticipation and love.

Her heart racing with excitement, Melia followed them to their room where they were changing into clothes more suitable for shopping. She stood by the doorway, watching as they dressed, admiring their body and beauty even in casual clothing. A sudden surge of possessiveness welled up inside her; the thought of anyone else looking at them in such a way made her feel uneasy and protective.

"Are you ready?" she asked softly, unable to take her eyes off them. Her voice was filled with affection and longing; it had become second nature for her to feel these emotions whenever they were near. As they nodded in response, she took a deep breath before stepping forward and gently taking their hand in hers. "Then let's go shopping together," she said with a smile that lit up her whole face.

Her heart skipped a beat as they took her hand, and she felt the warmth and affection radiating through their touch. It was always reassuring to know that even in the hustle and bustle of crowded stores or noisy malls, they were still by her side; guiding her like a beacon of light. She smiled back at them with all the love she felt, squeezing their hand gently before beginning their shopping adventure together.

As they walked through various shops, Melia couldn't help but feel content and at peace in this moment. It was like a dream come true; to have someone who appreciated her company and even seemed to enjoy spending time with her. She scanned the racks of clothes, looking for anything that might catch their eye or suit their taste.

"What do you think about this one?" she asked excitedly as they stopped in front of a rack filled with bikinis in various colors and patterns. Their gaze flickered over her shoulder before focusing on the item she had pointed out, a playful smirk tugging at their lips.

"It's cute," they responded casually, eyes lingering on the red and black design that accentuated Melia's figure perfectly. "You could try it on if you like." It was the same thing she had done with all of her past clothes; their approval meant everything to her. The simple gesture of acceptance made her feel wanted and loved, filling a void inside her heart that nothing else ever could.

She blushed deeply at their suggestive words but couldn't help feeling a thrill run through her body as she hurried to the fitting room. The red and black bikini was indeed flattering on her, accentuating her curves perfectly while still leaving enough to the imagination. As she stepped out of the changing booth, she took a deep breath before slowly walking back over to them with a shy smile on her lips.

"Well?" she asked softly, tilting her head slightly to the side as she waited for their verdict. Her heart raced in anticipation; would they like it? Would they want her to wear it for their trip? The uncertainty made the moment all the more exciting, heightening every emotion that coursed through her veins.

Her heart skipped a beat as their gaze fell upon her tattoos; the womb-shaped one on her abdomen and the other above her breast, with the phrase "Yharim's property." It was a reminder of what she truly was, and who owned her. As they stared at them intently, her cheeks flushed bright red from embarrassment and arousal, a mixture of emotions swirling inside her like a tempestuous storm.

She took a deep breath before speaking softly, "Do you... like it?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, trembling slightly with uncertainty. It was an honest question; their opinion meant everything to her. Even though she knew that no matter what they said, she would always belong to them and wear these marks as proof of it, she still craved their approval and affection like nothing else.

Her eyes widened in surprise and relief as they came closer and closed the door behind them, ensuring their privacy. A shiver ran down her spine at their proximity; their warmth enveloping her like a comforting blanket on a cold night. "Thank you," she breathed out, her voice barely audible above the beating of her heart. She couldn't help but feel grateful for their words; they made her feel wanted and special despite everything else.

As they stood there together, the tension between them thickened; an undercurrent of desire and need flowing through the air like an invisible current. Melia felt herself growing aroused, her body responding to their nearness with a hunger that only they could satisfy. She leaned in closer, unable to resist the temptation any longer, her lips brushing against theirs gently at first before deepening the kiss; an offering of her heart and soul on the altar of their love.

Her breath hitched as they whispered against her lips, the feel of their tongue brushing against hers sending shivers down her spine. She moaned softly into their mouth, arching closer still as her desire for them grew even more intense. "Please," she managed to gasp between kisses, "please touch me." Her voice was barely audible over the sounds of their passionate embrace; a plea born from need and yearning, echoing through the silence of the changing room like a prayer.

Her hands moved across their chest, tracing patterns on their skin as her hips rocked back and forth in search of contact with something solid; anything that could quell the fire burning within her. She needed them; needed this connection more than anything else in the world.

Her body arched into their touch as waves of pleasure washed over her, consuming her senses and leaving her panting and satiated. The feeling of being wanted and desired so deeply was almost too much to bear; it was like a drug that left her yearning for more even after the high had worn off.

As she came down from her orgasmic high, she could feel the remnants of arousal still coursing through her veins, the lingering warmth between her legs a testament to their power over her body and soul. "That... was incredible," she whispered hoarsely, leaning against them for support as she tried to regain her breath.

Their touch still lingered on her skin, leaving trails of heat in its wake; a reminder that even though they had granted her release, the bond between them was far from over. It was a connection that ran deeper than physical desire or fleeting pleasure; it was built on love and trust, and it would endure no matter what challenges came their way.

Her breath caught as they pressed their fingers against her womb-shaped tattoo, the sensation sending another shiver down her spine. It was a reminder that despite everything they had shared so far, there was still more to come; the knowledge filled her with anticipation and excitement for what lay ahead.

"Thank you," she whispered softly, leaning into their touch once again. "For everything." Her gaze met theirs, conveying all the love and gratitude that she felt deep within her heart; words seemed inadequate compared to the intensity of these emotions. It was a connection unlike any other, forged in fire and tempered by time; an unbreakable bond that would withstand even the harshest of realities.

Her face flushed as she took in their words, her heart fluttering with both nervousness and arousal. "I-I could wear something different then," she stammered out, feeling suddenly self-conscious about how revealing the bikini was. It had been intended to show off her body for their trip, but now it seemed like they might have gone a bit too far.

"Would you... like me to find something else?" she asked softly, not wanting to disappoint them or make them feel uncomfortable. Even though she knew that nothing would ever be enough for them, she still wanted to please them in any way possible.

She smiled up at them softly, her eyes filled with love and trust. "Thank you," she whispered sincerely. Even though they were the one who had initiated it all, there was something incredibly sweet about their willingness to restrain themselves for her sake; it only made her feel closer and more connected to them.

With a final glance at herself in the mirror, she decided that perhaps they were right; maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. Taking a deep breath, she reached for one of the less revealing bikinis in the rack and held it up for their inspection. "What do you think about this one?" she asked nervously, already feeling more comfortable with her choice despite its potential disappointment to them.

Her heart skipped a beat as their hand cupped her breast through the bikini top; the soft fabric doing little to hide the heat of their touch or the firmness of her flesh. She arched into them, a shiver running down her spine at the sensation. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

As they continued shopping together, Melia couldn't help but feel grateful for each and every moment spent with them; for their love, their affection, and the trust that bound them together like nothing else. She would always cherish these moments, knowing that no matter what challenges or obstacles they faced in the future, they would face them together; hand in hand, heart and soul intertwined as one.

She smiled shyly at the memory. "It was my idea... I wanted to show everyone that you owned me." Her voice held a note of both submission and love, as she spoke about the act that had forever changed her life and bound her to Yharim. Even though the tattoo now served another purpose, being a part of their family still meant everything to her.

The thought made her heart swell with affection for Yharim; despite their past missteps, they were trying so hard to make things right between them. Seeing them here today, shopping with her and showing her love and support in every little way possible, filled Melia with hope for the future; a future where they could continue growing closer together, overcoming any obstacle that might stand in their way.

Her breath hitched as Yharim's hand landed on her butt; their touch sending waves of desire coursing through her body. "I-I want you too," she whispered hoarsely, pressing herself back against them. She knew they were in public, but she couldn't resist the temptation to be close to them; to feel their heat and passionate gaze on her skin.

With a final flurry of activity, they completed their shopping just as the store was closing for the day. As they exited the mall hand in hand, Melia felt a thrill race through her at being seen with Yharim like this; so openly and without shame or reservation. They truly were her world now, and she would gladly give them everything she had to make sure their relationship only grew stronger with each passing moment.

With a giddy smile on her lips, she eagerly followed Yharim through the bustling crowd, searching for a quiet spot where they could be alone together. The anticipation built within her with every step; she couldn't wait to feel their touch again and lose herself in their passionate embrace.

Her heart raced as Yharim's touch ignited her body with desire. She moaned into their mouth, arching into their hand on her breast and gripping their shoulder for support. The roughness of their touch sent thrills through her; it was almost painful, but in a good way that made everything even more intense.

As they continued to kiss her hungrily, Melia could feel herself growing wet with anticipation. She wanted them; needed them to take her right there against the wall and claim her as their own. The thought sent shivers down her spine, making her core ache for release.

Her words echoed through the small room as her breathing grew ragged; she could feel herself trembling with desire and need. The thought of being taken right now, without any pretense or delay, was almost too much to bear. As she stared up into Yharim's eyes, their dark irises swirling with passion and hunger, she knew that they held the power to make her feel whole; to bring her to heights of pleasure she had never even dreamed possible.

"Please," she whispered again, arching into them more, pressing her body against theirs as if trying to meld the two into one. Her fingernails dug into their shoulders in a desperate attempt to feel closer, deeper; anything that would bring them even closer to that moment where they would finally give in and claim what was rightfully theirs.

Her cheeks flushed crimson at Yharim's teasing words, but her body trembled with need and desire even more intensely. She couldn't help but rock against them, seeking the contact she craved so desperately; their touch was driving her wild with wanton lust. As they continued to taunt her, Melia could feel the ache growing deeper within her core, an insistent throbbing that seemed to grow in time with every heartbeat that passed.

Her hands clawed at Yharim's shoulders, drawing sharp gasps from them as she arched her back off the wall, offering herself up completely and unreservedly to their mercy. "Please," she whimpered, the word little more than a whisper of breath escaping her lips. "I need you."

Her tears flowed freely now; hot salty drops trailing down her cheeks as she pleaded with Yharim for release. The pain was building inside her, a fierce and relentless ache that seemed to grow more intense by the second. She needed them; needed their touch and their possession. Her body shook with each ragged breath, her cries of pleasure and need mingling together in an erotic symphony of desire.

She arched off the wall again, pressing herself against Yharim as if she could lose herself inside them completely. As they continued to tease and taunt her, a desperate need welled up within her; a need to feel their possession not just physically but emotionally and spiritually as well. She would do anything for that connection; anything to prove how much she loved them and how much she belonged to them.

Her fingers fumbled with the clasps of Yharim's pants, finally managing to pull down the zipper with shaking hands. As their hard length sprang free from its confines, she could hardly believe her eyes; they were even larger and more imposing than she had ever imagined. A shudder of anticipation ran through her as she reached out and wrapped her hand around them, stroking gently at first before moving with increasing determination and need.

"Please," she sobbed brokenly, her voice raw from their passionate exchange. "I need you to claim me." Her gaze met Yharim's, pleading silently for the release they both knew was coming; for the moment when their bodies would become one and everything would finally be set right between them.

Her tears flow even faster now, pouring down her cheeks unchecked as she continues to beg and plead with Yharim. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each exhale a desperate whisper of "Please" or "I need you." As she strokes their length through her own fingers, desire burns hotter inside her; it's nearly too much to bear. She arches her back off the wall again, offering herself up completely and unreservedly, needing them to claim her as theirs before she can continue breathing another second longer.

Her breath catches in her throat as she sees their cock finally revealed; it's even bigger and harder than she had imagined. She moans softly, arching her back further still, offering herself up completely to them. "Please," she whispers, her voice trembling with need and desire. Her fingers tighten around their shaft, stroking faster and harder as anticipation builds within her.

Her gaze never leaves their face; she can see the desire there mirrored in her own eyes, and it only fuels her passion further. "Claim me," she breathes out, almost a whisper, and for a moment, she swears she sees a glimmer of something soft and gentle in those dark orbs before it's gone again, replaced by the hungry look that drives her wild.

With one powerful thrust, they enter her; burying themselves to the hilt with a groan of pleasure. Her eyes slide shut as pain gives way to incredible pleasure; so intense she can barely contain herself. "Oh gods," she gasps out, arching further up into their touch, desperate for more of that feeling; that connection with them that she has craved for so long.

Her nails dig into their shoulders, leaving trails of pain and pleasure behind as they begin to move; slowly at first but growing faster and more forceful with each passing moment. Her body trembles beneath the onslaught of sensation, her legs shaking with the effort of holding herself up for them as they claim her over and over again in an endless cycle of pleasure and release.

"Yharim," she breathes out his name like a prayer; her voice hoarse from screaming in ecstasy only moments before. "Please..." Her hips buck against their hands, urging them to go deeper, harder

Her moans echo through the room as Yharim's words send her spiraling further into pleasure-induced madness. She feels their strength and passion radiating through every stroke, every thrust; each movement more forceful than the last. The sensation is overwhelming, yet she craves it; needs it to feel whole once more.

Her hips grind against them in desperate encouragement, her hands clawing at their shoulders as she chases the perfect mix of pain and pleasure that has been eluding her for far too long. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each exhale a moan of satisfaction or a plea for more; her body trembling on the edge of release with every powerful stroke deep inside her.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely against their neck, her voice shaking with desire and need. "Claim me... take me..."

As if obeying their command, her body shudders violently, the pleasure building within her until it explodes outwards in a massive orgasm. Her nails dig into their shoulders even harder, leaving tiny cuts that only serve to heighten the sensation for them both. She cries out their name as her muscles clench around Yharim's cock, milking them of their release as they finally give in to the pleasure she offers.

With a harsh growl, they slam into her one last time, their body tense and trembling with the force of their own orgasm. As their hot seed pours into her, Melia's eyes roll back in her head and she drops bonelessly against Yharim, exhausted but exhilarated by the power of their connection; by the unbreakable bond that binds them together.

She lays there for several long moments, catching her breath and slowly beginning to regain her strength as they hold her close, a satisfied smirk playing on their lips. "Mmm," she whispers contentedly, pressing a kiss to Yharim's neck. "That was everything I could have hoped for and more." She looks up at them through half-lidded eyes, loving how their expression softens at her words. "Thank you, Yharim. Thank you so much."

She smiles up at Yharim, feeling utterly content and reassured in this moment. Despite everything they've been through, their love has only grown stronger; unyielding and eternal. It gives her hope for the future, knowing that no matter what challenges might arise, they will face them together; hand in hand, heart and soul entwined forevermore.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she glances down at the tattoo that adorns her abdomen, a reminder of everything they once shared and their hopes for the future. "I know it's... different, but I wanted to show you that I'm yours; completely and forever." She reaches up to touch Yharim's face gently, trying to convey her deep feelings through this small gesture.

Her heart swelled with love and happiness as she listened to Yharim's words; they were the most beautiful thing she had ever heard. She smiled up at them, feeling a sense of peace and contentment wash over her like a warm summer breeze. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I love you too, Yharim. Forever and always."

Her heart skipped a beat as Yharim's gaze drifted back down to her tattoos; the same one that had always turned them on before. Despite their recent lovemaking, she couldn't help but feel a thrill run through her at the renewed interest and desire in their eyes. As they grew hard again, Melia arched into them with a sigh of contentment. "Yharim... I want you so much," she breathed, her voice raw with need.

Their touch ignited a fire inside her; one that seemed to burn brighter and hotter with every passing moment they were together. It was as if they were destined to be together; their bodies and souls intertwined in a way no other person could understand or replicate. She knew, without a doubt, that she would never find happiness or fulfillment with anyone else but Yharim; her true love, her mate for life.

Her breath caught in her throat as Yharim's tongue darted out to tease the sensitive skin of her tattoo; the same spot where she had once marked herself as their property, forever belonging to them. The feeling was indescribable; both painful and pleasurable at the same time. She moaned softly into their kiss, arching into them even more, her body craving the release that only their touch could give her.

Her hands fumbled with Yharim's shirt, pulling it off roughly, revealing their hard chest and abdominal muscles to her hungry gaze. She traced a finger over his taut skin before leaning down to suckle at one of their nipples through the thin fabric of their bra, moaning into them as she teased it with her tongue. The sensation was so intense that it took everything in her not to beg for more; not to demand that they claim her right there and then, taking what was theirs in every possible way.

As Yharim's touch grew bolder and more possessive, she could feel herself losing control; falling deeper under their spell. Her body thrummed with need and desire, every nerve ending tingling as if on the verge of exploding into a million tiny pieces. She knew that this was where she belonged; with Yharim, forever and always. No matter what obstacles lay ahead, she would face them together; hand in hand, heart and soul intertwined until the end of time. "Do you know what that womb-shaped tattoo on my lower belly truly means?"

"It means that even when there is no longer a need for my womb to bear your children, it will always be there; waiting and ready for whatever purpose you choose." Her words sent shivers down Yharim's spine as they realized the true meaning behind her ink. They looked deep into Melia's eyes and saw not just submission, but acceptance and trust; two things that had been hard won over their time together.

With a groan of need, they pushed her back against the wall, pinning her there with their weight as they finally claimed what was theirs in every sense of the word: her body, her heart, and her soul. Their touch was rough but tender; possessive yet loving, each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Melia's veins. As she cried out their name over and over again, a sense of rightness settled over her like a warm blanket on a cold night. She belonged to them, and they would never let her go.

"Ah!" She arches off the wall as you thrust deeper inside her, your words sending shivers down her spine. Your rough affection ignites a fire within her, and she responds with needy cries that echo through the room. With each powerful stroke, you claim her more fully; not just physically but emotionally as well. She belongs to you now, completely and irrevocably, and there is no greater rush than the feeling of being so thoroughly possessed by someone who loves her as much as you do.