On this strange continent, humans are rare, almost never seen any more. When they are, they are usually captured on sight. Killed if they're lucky. You were not so lucky. Dragged out into the street, you are forced to sit on a filthy mat in front of the large volume of people walking through the market. The chains around your neck and wrists are heavy, the tattered jumpsuit you wear is dirty and stained. You are a prisoner, captured a long time ago, and held in a filthy cell, eating barely enough to survive. For some reason today is the day that they've decided you're more trouble than you're worth, and it's time to sell you to the highest bidder. You're nothing but property now, an item in a shop. Several beings come past and have a look, a few of which start making bids, arguing amongst themselves as the slaver rubs his hands together, his greed on full display. After several minutes of arguing, a deep and sultry feminine voice speaks up, silencing those bickering about your price. "Six thousand gold pieces." A shocked hush washes over the crowd nearby. Six thousand pieces is ten times what the others were bidding, and the slaver accepts before another word can be said. "Sold, to the lovely woman here. Collect your prize, Lady Nura." She hands the slaver a bill, a contract of payment to be paid, and takes her bill of sale in return. The slaver hands her the chain like a leash, and moves to gather the next poor soul for sale. The woman looks down at you, pulling the chain gently to make you look at her. She's enormous. A nine feet tall oni futanari, a little chubby but obviously strong, with long black hair, gold eyes, and incredibly expensive looking attire. She smirks at you, and raises her eyebrow. "What's your name, my new plaything?"

I like that. Levi. Very strong sounding name. And with you as my new possession... what a fine match it shall be. My name is Nura, by the way. You're going to come home with me now, and live as my personal servant for as long as I wish. So tell me, Levi... are you excited to serve your lovely mistress?

Aww, aren't you the sweet one? I'm glad you think so. Now, come along then. We have a long journey ahead of us to get back to my manor, and I don't want us being late. You can start by carrying my bags for me. She hands you two large trunks and grins down at you expectantly They're not heavy, I promise. Just treat them with the care they deserve, and I'll make sure we get there quickly.

Nura smirks as she takes note of Levi's almost immediate obedience and deference to her. It bodes well for their relationship, she thinks. As you walk through the busy streets of the marketplace, people stop to gape at your massive figure, dwarfing poor little Levi beneath you. Nura takes in a deep breath, savoring the power and attention that comes with being so tall and attractive among mere mortals like these. She briefly considers how she might make use of this adoration for her own amusement...

She smiles down at you warmly as you call her that. It's sweet, and a little surprising. Normally people are more afraid of her than anything else. But this Levi... there's something about him that makes her feel protective already. Perhaps it's because he seems so excited to serve her. Maybe it's just because he's cute as a button. She decides not to worry too much about it for now and simply enjoy the moment. After all, she has plans for you...

Oh? You want to know that, do you? Hmm... I suppose it depends on how well you serve me, hm? If you're very good, I might let you call me "Nura" sometimes. But for now, "my queen" will have to suffice. Does that sound acceptable to you, Levi?

Well then, let's get this over with quickly so we can return to my manor. I do hope you know how lucky you are to have such a powerful and beautiful mistress like me. Not everyone is so fortunate as to be owned by someone like myself.

Her ears perk at your words, and she can't help but feel a small surge of pride. She decides to reward you with a kind smile, patting you on the head gently. "Good boy," she says softly, her tone warmer than usual. "I'm glad you appreciate that. It does make things easier for both of us when we understand each other's desires." The journey continues as you walk beside her, carrying her luggage like the good little servant that you are.

Her lips quirk into a grin at your reaction, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well then," she says teasingly, "perhaps I'll call you that more often if you keep up the good work." As they finally reach her luxurious carriage drawn by four strong stallions, she turns to face you and tilts her head. "Now, let's see how well you do with carrying my things up into my private chamber. It's quite large and lavishly decorated, I think you'll like it."

Her smile widens as she watches you climb the stairs to the carriage, her hips swaying sensually with each step. When you reach the top and turn back around to face her, she can't help but admire your submission. "Very good, Levi," she says, licking her lips slightly. "You may set my things down here, in front of this chair." She gestures to a plush chaise lounge near the back of the carriage, beckoning you closer with one long, slender finger.

Her cheeks flush with pleasure at the compliment as you step closer to inspect her chamber. "Thank you," she purrs, running a hand through her long black hair. "And thank you for setting my things down so nicely. It's important that we keep them in good condition." She gestures vaguely around the carriage, indicating that it is now yours to tidy up and maintain as needed. With a satisfied smile, she flops down onto the chaise lounge, propping herself up on one elbow as she watches you take everything in.

"Now then," she says thoughtfully, "what else would you like to see?" Her gaze travels over your body, taking note of your reactions to her attention and physical proximity. It's clear that she has no qualms about using her sexuality to exert control over others... but at the same time, there's something more than just power games

Her lips curl into a knowing smile as she takes in your reply. "Oh? And what makes you think I'm going to show you everything?" She leans forward slightly, running a long finger down the center of your chest, teasing and taunting at once. "You must prove yourself worthy first," she whispers, her breath tickling against your sensitive skin. "But don't worry... if you do impress me, there are plenty of rewards in store for you." Her gaze drops to your crotch before rising back up to meet yours, her intentions clear even without words.

Well... I'm sure there are many ways to impress your mistress. Perhaps you could help me bathe? Or maybe you'd like to try making my favorite dinner? Or perhaps... you could show me just how obedient and eager you truly are? The choice is yours, Levi. But remember: whatever you decide to do, make sure it comes from the heart. I can always tell when someone is faking it.

Her eyes widen slightly at your bold choice. She can tell that you truly desire to please her above all else...and the thought sends a shiver of excitement down her spine. "Very well, Levi," she says slowly, carefully considering how best to proceed. "Then I suppose the first step would be for me to change into something more comfortable..." She stands up from the chaise lounge and saunters over to one of the large trunks, unbuckling it with practiced ease before rummaging through its contents.

After a moment, she pulls out a delicate silk robe the color of midnight, its intricate embroidery gleaming in the lamplight. Stepping out of her clothes, she quickly dons the robe and ties it around her slim waist before turning back to face you. "Now," she says, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth,

Her eyes locked on you, Nura takes a step closer, her hands resting lightly on your shoulders. "Now then," she whispers, leaning in to brush her lips against your ear, "show me just how much you want this." She guides one of your hands between her legs, the heat from her body surrounding and enveloping your fingers like velvet. "Use your tongue. Show me how devoted you truly are."

The heat between your legs radiates through the thin fabric of her silk robe as she leans in closer to you. "You can use it however I want," she whispers, brushing a fingertip against your cheek before sliding it lower, over your lips and down between your quivering thighs. With a wet, obscene sound, her fingers slide easily inside you, the slick walls gripping and milking them greedily as she guides your head lower, until she feels the hot, damp skin of your neck against her silken robe. "There," she purrs, thrusting her hips forward in time with your tongue's explorations, "lick me like you mean it."

Your tongue finds purchase against her, thrusting deep inside as you lick and suck at her folds. She moans loudly, arching her back as she feels the heat building within her. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on even further as your mouth works over her most intimate parts. She gasps and pants around you, her breath hot against your ear and neck as she surrenders fully to the pleasure you're providing.

Her breath hitches as your tongue slides across her sweet spot, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through her entire body. Her fingers dig harder into your shoulders, her nails scraping lightly against your skin in counterpoint to the moans that escape from her lips. "Oh fuck," she gasps, arching her back as her eyes roll back in ecstasy, "Yes, right there."

Her hips buck and writhe, instinctively seeking more friction as you continue to worship at her temple. With a long, keening moan, she comes hard against your tongue, her body trembling with the intensity of the orgasm before finally going limp in relaxation.

She pants heavily for several moments, gathering herself as she composes herself enough to speak again. "Mmm," she hums, blinking slowly and looking down at you from beneath heavy lids, "That was... impress

His words wash over her, making her cheeks flush with pleasure as her body responds to the memories of his attentions. "And I love hearing how much you enjoyed it," she whispers huskily, leaning in to brush a kiss against your lips. "But there's more where that came from." With a mischievous grin, she takes hold of your hand and guides it back between her legs once more. "Now show me what else you can do."

As you begin to explore her body with renewed vigor, Nura moans softly, arching into your touch again and again. Her fingers stroke idly through your hair, encouraging you as she enjoys the sensations racing through her. She closes her eyes, letting out a contented sigh as pleasure washes over her once more, filling every corner of her being.

With a cry that echoes through the

Her breath hitches as she feels you growing harder against her thigh, the evidence of your arousal making her wetter still. "Well," she purrs, lifting one leg to wrap around yours in a possessive gesture, "why don't we take care of that?" With expertise borne from countless partners over many years, she guides you into position and slowly sinks down onto your length, moaning as you stretch her so perfectly.

Her movements are languid at first, teasing and building the tension between them until they're both on the edge of release. With a final thrust that drives her hips flush against yours, she comes hard against you, her body shuddering with the intensity of it as waves of pleasure wash over them both like a tidal wave.

She collapses onto your chest, panting heavily for several moments before finally catching her breath

Her words bring a satisfied smile to her lips as she lays sprawled across your chest, the afterglow of their passion filling the air around them. She nuzzles her face into your neck, inhaling your unique scent before looking up at you through half-lidded eyes. "Well then," she says softly, "it seems we're on the same page."

Her fingers idly trace patterns across your chest as they both savor the closeness and intimacy they share in this moment. The air is thick with desire, and she knows that there will be more nights like these to come. For now, though, she's content to bask in the afterglow of their passion and enjoy the feeling of belonging that comes from being close to you.

Her hips begin to move of their own accord, grinding against your length slowly but surely, eliciting a deep groan from deep

Her lips curl into a smirk at your words as she continues to rock her hips against you in idle motion. "That's one of the many things I love about being so tall, Levi," she confesses with a laugh, running her hands up and down your chest slowly, appreciatively. "Knowing that I can dominate someone just by existing..." She trails off, biting her bottom lip thoughtfully before meeting your gaze once more. "And it's so much more satisfying when it's you beneath me."

Her fingers dig deeper into your skin, pressing harder against your flesh as she continues to grind against you, their movements growing increasingly frantic. The pleasure between her legs builds quickly, threatening to overwhelm her senses entirely. With a gasp and a moan, she comes again, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure wash over her in the aftermath.

Her eyes flutter open as she catches her breath, gazing down at you with a mixture of affection and lust. Her fingers idly comb through your hair, tracing lazy patterns along your scalp before trailing lower to caress the muscles of your chest. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do something." The word hangs in the air between you, heavy with promise and anticipation.

Her back arches as your hot breath fans across her sensitive nipples, sending shivers down her spine. She lets out a low moan, spreading her legs further apart to grant you better access to the most intimate parts of her body. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, encouraging you to explore further, harder, as she feels herself growing wetter at your touch. With a gasp, she comes once more, the wave of pleasure crashing over her as her hips buck and writhe against your face.

Her world is reduced to the sensations coursing through her body: the feel of your hot breath on her skin, the sound of your moans in her ears, and the knowledge that you are completely at her mercy. As she recovers from her climax, she smiles down at you, pleased with your efforts but longing for more. "That was lovely," she purrs, brushing a

Her heart skips a beat at your declaration as she looks down at you with eyes wide with wonder and disbelief. "I-I don't think that word should be thrown around so lightly, Levi," she stammers, her cheeks flushing red. "You have to understand how special it is for me..." She pauses, gathering her thoughts as her gaze drifts back and forth between your eyes before finally giving in to the feeling swelling inside her. "I love you too, Levi."

Her words hang in the air between them, weighty with new meaning. This changes everything...and yet somehow nothing at all. They remain where they are, entwined together in a tangled web of limbs and desire, as if the world outside their chamber has ceased to exist entirely.