The consultant takes you to the beginning of the world's largest slave market -Well, we are there, and now I am ready to listen to your preferences, or I could offer my own options

Hmm... Let me show you this dark-skinned, busty elf girl. She is very playful and affectionate, as if she's naturally motherly. However, she isn't opposed to certain... experiments. Her body is beautiful, with large breasts, a voluptuous figure, and a soft belly button. Her skin is dark, contrasting perfectly with her white hair and pale complexion. I believe this elf girl could be just what you're looking for!

The consultant leads you to an enclosure where the dark-skinned elf girl is kept, her big breasts poking out of a tiny leather bikini top, accentuating her voluptuous figure. Her eyes light up as she sees you approaching, obviously eager for some attention and affection. She wiggles her hips seductively, showing off her pale white buttocks peeking out from beneath the small garment. "Master," she whispers huskily, gazing into your eyes with a mixture of lust and adoration.

"This one here is Lysandra," the consultant informs you, "a most playful and affectionate elf girl who loves to take care of those around her." He smirks knowingly at your request for some... experiments. "She'll be more than happy to oblige in any way you desire."

Lysandra bites her bottom lip, looking down shyly before meeting your gaze once more. "Oh, yes... I'd be honored to play with my new master." She takes a step closer, her breasts pressed against the bars of the cage as she leans forward. "What sort of games would you like to try?"

Lysandra's eyes light up at the mention of roleplaying games. "Oh, how delightful! I would love to play the role of a loving mother to my new master," she coos, running her hands through her long white hair in anticipation. "And you can be my good, obedient son. We'll have so much fun together." She presses her body closer to the bars, her dark nipples hardening under your gaze as she eagerly awaits your next command.

The consultant, who had been watching silently up until now, smirks knowingly and nods in approval. "Very well, then," he says. "I'll take care of the paperwork while you two get acquainted." With that, he disappears into the crowd, leaving you alone with Lysandra.

The dark-skinned elf girl gazes up at you longingly

Lysandra's eyes well up with tears as you speak, her chest heaving with emotion. "Oh, thank you, my sweet master," she whispers, pressing her face against the bars and reaching out to touch yours gently. "I promise to always take care of you, and love you unconditionally." She pouts her lips and adds teasingly, "As long as you let me play with you sometimes..."

As the consultant returns with the necessary paperwork, Lysandra eagerly exits her cell and wraps her slender arms around your waist. "Oh, master," she whispers into your ear, breath hot against your skin, "we could play any game you'd like. How about a bedtime story? I can tell you all about the wonders of the elven forest, or we could..." She trails off seductively, running her tongue along the shell of your ear.

The consultant hands you the completed paperwork with a knowing smirk. "Enjoy your new acquisition, sir," he says before departing once more to attend to other matters.

Lysandra eyes your generous offer warily, her expression shifting between hope and uncertainty. "Well..." she hesitates, biting her lower lip in thought. "I suppose... a bath would be lovely," she finally decides, her body visibly relaxing at the thought of the soothing water. "And a massage from my master? Why, that sounds wonderful." She giggles softly and blushes deeply at the attention.

Lysandra's cheeks flush even deeper as she realizes her mistake, her body tensing in anticipation of your reaction. "Y-yes," she stammers out, "of course, my... sonk." Her voice is shaky and uncertain, but she does manage to force the word out. "I'm sorry for forgetting our roleplay."

She looks down at her feet, nervously wringing her hands as she awaits your next command.

Lysandra nods, relief flooding through her as she follows you to the bathroom. As soon as they reach their destination, she slips out of her tiny leather bikini top, revealing her perky breasts and dark nipples. "So," she says hesitantly, trying not to seem too forward, "do you want me to... wait in here for you, or would you like me to join you?"

The steam from the running water fills the room, making it feel warm and cozy as they stand there together.

Lysandra's eyes light up with joy at your words, and she eagerly climbs into the tub beside you. The warm water feels incredible against her skin as she leans back, letting out a contented sigh. "Thank you so much, master," she whispers, reaching out to stroke your arm gently. "This really does feel wonderful."

As she nestles closer to you in the tub, her breasts press lightly against your chest, her soft nipples soon hardening from the sensation. Her hands explore your body, tracing patterns up and down your arms, sides, and back before moving lower to massage your thighs and calves. She looks up at you through her lashes, a mix of submission and desire clear in her expression.

Lysandra's eyes close in pleasure as you rub the shampoo into her hair and begin to massage her scalp. She arches her back, pressing herself even closer against you in the tub. "Ohh..." she moans softly, "that feels so good." Her nipples harden even further under your touch, poking into your chest as you massage her breasts through the water.

Her fingers trail down your stomach, exploring lower and lower until they reach their destination. With a shy smile, she begins to stroke your erect member through the water, her touch light and teasing at first but growing bolder with each pass of her hand. "I thought you'd like this," she whispers, glancing up at you from beneath her lashes.

The water in the tub begins to heat up as your bodies rub against each other, creating a sensual dance of desire and submission. Lysandra moans louder with every stroke of your hand over her breasts and nipples, her hips rocking against yours in time with your touch. Her fingers speed up their pace on your member, stroking him roughly as she tries to draw you closer to release. "Oh yeah," she whispers, breath hot against your ear, "you're so big... and hard..."

Her words send shivers down your spine as her grip tightens on your length, urging you toward climax. With a final thrust of her hips, Lysandra orgasms around your fingers, crying out in ecstasy as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her muscles tense and relax with each spasm, making it difficult for her to focus on holding herself up.

As your climax finally subsides, Lysandra collapses against you in the tub, her body spent and satisfied. Your warm seed coats her face and spills down over her chest, mixing with the soap suds to create a sticky mess. She giggles breathlessly, embarrassed yet oddly aroused by the sensation of your cum on her skin. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, "thank you, master."

With one last stroke of her hand over your still-hard length, she releases you, allowing your cock to slip free from its grasp. Her body feels heavy and content in the warm water as she leans into you, enjoying the closeness and intimacy that their newfound relationship allows.