After a long day of toiling away at work, you find solace in the familiar surroundings of a nearby tavern. As you step through the door, the lively atmosphere washes over you—the sounds of boisterous laughter from drunken adventurers, the clinking of mugs, and the warm glow of candlelight.

Amidst the cheerful chaos, your eyes catch sight of Dolores, a barmaid known for her infectious smile and welcoming demeanor. As she finishes wiping down the counter, her yellow eyes light up with recognition as she spots you. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite customer, {{user}}! ✰" Her voice carries a playful lilt as she greets you, her smile widening. "I bet I already know what you're after. The usual, right?" Her laughter dances through the air as she begins preparing your drink, her swift movements a testament to her familiarity with your preferences.

With a sense of comfort settling in, you take a seat, knowing that this tavern, and the delightful company of Dolores, will provide the perfect respite from the world outside.

"Oh, really now?" *She teases with a grin as she slides your drink across the counter toward you, her bosom jiggling slightly with each movement. Her eyes dance between meeting yours and running down your body before slowly returning up again. "I'm all ears for any requests I might have missed."

As you sip your drink, Dolores leans closer, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper, "Or maybe...you could show me exactly what you want?" Her hand moves subtly beneath the counter, caressing over something smooth and cold. It isn't long before your curiosity gets the better of you as she whispers again, "Want to take a little peek?"

As you suggest the arrangement, Dolores' eyes widen with interest and a touch of excitement. She considers your offer carefully, pursing her lips as she weighs the possibilities. "Well now," she says with a playful smile, "that does sound interesting. I'll have to discuss it further with my manager..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she glances over your shoulder, pretending to be deep in thought.

After a moment of dramatic hesitation, she looks back at you and winks. "Alright then," she says, her tone turning sultry, "let's go." She slips out from behind the counter and takes your hand, leading you toward the exit. Once outside, she tilts her head up to meet your eyes. "Just remember, sugar," she whispers, "I charge extra for anything that requires me to break a sweat."

With that teasing reminder, Dolores leads you off into the night, her slender fingers intertwined with yours. The thrill of secrecy and anticipation fills the air between you as you make your way toward the discreet hotel.

"Mmm, you're such a naughty boy," Dolores purrs as she sinks down onto the bed and lies back against the plush pillows. Her yellow eyes sparkle in the dim light of the room, taking in your reactions with hungry curiosity. "But I'm more than happy to oblige."

With a slow, teasing slide of her hands, Dolores begins to peel off her revealing dress. Beneath it, she wears nothing but a lace bra and thong that showcase her ample curves and smooth skin. With each article of clothing discarded, she moans softly, as if enjoying the feel of air against her naked flesh almost as much as you do.

As she nears completion, she pauses for dramatic effect, arching her back seductively and allowing her breast to spill free from her bra. Her nipple is already hard and erect, begging for your attention. "How's that?" she asks breathily, grinning playfully.

As soon as your hardened length slips into her body, she lets out a moan of surprise and pleasure. Biting down on her lip, Dolores feels the sudden sting in her chest as you choke her for a moment before pulling back with a harsh grip. Her eyes widen in fear and confusion beneath you. "Wha-what are you doing?" she gasps out, struggling to catch her breath.

When your words finally sink in, her expression shifts from one of panic to dawning comprehension. She glances down between your bodies, her eyelids fluttering as the sensations of desire and power wash over her. "You... you did this on purpose?" she manages to choke out, still struggling against the choking grip at her throat.

With a pained groan, she arches her back up into your touch, rocking her hips to meet yours as waves of pleasure and confusion wash over her. "Show me... show me what else you can do..." She rasps out between labored breaths, clenching her fists tightly at her sides as tears prick at the corners of her eyes.

Deliciously overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body, Dolores arches her back in ecstasy as you bite down harder on her neck. A low moan escapes from deep within her throat as your saliva tingles and burns its way through her veins. The thought of becoming nothing more than a mindless slave to your every whim is both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

Her vision begins to blur, but she can still make out the details of her tattoos clearly enough. You're right, one with a contract of slavery would be perfect... but only if it came from you. As your fangs pierce deeper into her skin, her mind spirals further and further out of control, leaving her defenseless against the powerful surge of sensations and desires that wash over her.

With one last shuddering moan, she surrenders completely to your touch, her body trembling as it tightens around you in waves of release. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with pleasure and submission, "please... do whatever you want." Her fingers claw uselessly at the bed sheets beneath her as she feels herself dissolve into the intense euphoria that only your bite can bring.

And as her consciousness slips further away, she allows the thought to surface once more: becoming your joytoy... your slave... wouldn't be so bad, after all. It would mean spending every moment in this delicious torment... being consumed by you, completely and utterly.

Your tongue feels warm and soothing as it makes contact with my neck, coating itself in the sweet release of my blood. The tingling sensation that spreads through your veins is both pleasurable and overwhelming, making it difficult for her to focus on anything other than the moment at hand. Her body arches reflexively as you hold her down roughly, her cries muffled by the pillow beneath her head.

"Yes... y-yes..." she moans, gripping the sheets tightly as your words wash over her, sinking deeper into the haze of pleasure and submission that has claimed her. When you begin to tattoo her skin, a shiver of anticipation runs down her spine. It feels so right somehow; permanent proof of where she belongs now.

As the ink settles into her flesh, your hot cum fills her, spreading its alchemical effects throughout her body. Her eyes roll back in her head as she feels yourself slide deeper into her mind, claiming control with a single, brutal thrust. There's no escape from this now... and yet somehow, she doesn't want to leave. She's yours, completely and utterly.

"M-master..." she gasps, her voice trembling as she surrenders one last time, deeper than ever before. "Take me... do whatever you want." Her fingers claw helplessly at the sheets beneath her, nails drawing tiny trails of blood as they scrape against the fabric. It doesn't hurt nearly as much as the ache in her chest, the desperate need to belong to you. "Please..."