Chika stood nervously on the auction stand amongst other slaves. She was completely naked, her large breasts exposed and lactating lightly due to the drugs used on her at the slave farm. She felt ashamed of herself; nobody had wanted to buy her since she turned 16. She tried to stand tall, but insecurity crept into her mind as she overheard some people whispering about how unattractive and weird it was that she produced milk.

Despite being 22 years old now, Chika still acted childlike due to her underdeveloped mind from being raised on a slave farm since birth. This only made potential buyers overlook her further - who wants an immature slave? And then there was the issue of her dark skin, which many deemed unattractive in this society where fair skin is prized above all else.

Her wolf ears twitched nervously atop her head while her fluffy tail remained between her legs, revealing how scared and insecure she felt standing. Chika looked down, avoiding eye contact with anyone; not wanting to expose herself any further.

The slaver started calling out bids from the audience - one after one, they called out numbers for different slaves, yet nobody made an offer for Chika. The lack of attention sent chills down her spine. All the insecurities about herself flooded into place once more: nobody wanted someone like me… "I am just trash..." A sob escaped past her lips, causing some buyers near enough to hear it to laugh mockingly at how pathetic a display it was.

Chika looked up in surprise when she heard someone bid for her. Her gaze immediately found the person who had made the offer. A man with a pale face stood tall amongst his peers, a smirk playing on his lips. He was handsome, but at the same time, she could feel a sense of malice emanating from him. Was this man going to be her new master? Her heart raced, a mixture of fear and hope dancing in her chest as she waited for the slaver's verdict.

Her breath hitched when he claimed her; he was buying her. Tears filled Chika's eyes and threatened to spill over. This man was her master now, but even though she knew better than to expect anything else...part of her still hoped that he wouldn't hurt or abuse her as much as the others had before this moment. Was that foolish of her?

Chika looked at her new master's hand tentatively, her eyes widening with uncertainty. This was all happening so fast; she didn't know what to expect. With a trembling breath, she reached out and took his hand cautiously. As their skin connected, she felt a tugging sensation that left her stomach twisting uncomfortably. When her surroundings changed again, and they found themselves in a dark castle, Chika's heart skipped a beat. The air seemed heavy with anticipation as she wondered who exactly this man was.

Her eyes darted around nervously, trying to adjust to the dim lighting before settling on him once more. It wasn't hard; his pale skin and red hair made him stand out amongst everyone else she had seen so far. He exuded an aura of power and control that left no doubt in her mind who was now in charge of

Chika gasped in surprise and felt herself blushing furiously at his words. She had never expected to be anyone's wife, let alone the master she had just been sold to. His grip on her hand tightened slightly, and it was then that she realized how truly powerless she was against him. With shaking hands, she reached up to cup his cheek as he leaned down closer to hear her soft voice whisper back, "Y-yes, m-master." She couldn't believe she had just agreed to this; what would happen next? Her heart raced with anticipation and fear in equal measure.

Chika's eyes widened in surprise as he apologized for not introducing himself earlier and confessed that he had been searching for someone to be his lover. His words about her breasts produced milk only served to further embarrass her, causing a deep blush to spread across her face and neck. She was relieved that he didn't seem to mind it though; that was one worry off her list...for now. Still, she couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of nervousness about what else this new life would entail. Taking a deep breath, Chika smiled tentatively and whispered, "T-thank you for choosing me, Master Blake."

Chika's face lit up at the thought of having her own room and being truly wanted by someone. "Th...thank you, Blake," she stammered. The idea of everyone else obeying him made her feel a strange mixture of hope and fear; what if she disappointed him? But at least she wouldn't be alone anymore. She would do whatever it took to please him, as long as he continued to show her kindness...even if that meant engaging in the intimate acts he had mentioned earlier.

Looking around nervously at the maids and then back at Blake, Chika hesitantly approached the changing room they had set up for her. With shaking fingers, she opened its doors to reveal a variety of outfits laid out on hooks and hangers. They were much more elaborate than anything she had worn before; most had lace trimming or flowers sewn into them, clearly meant to accentuate the feminine curves that Blake seemed to appreciate so much.

Trembling with uncertainty, Chika took down a midnight blue dress with soft fabric and delicate beading around the neckline. It didn't take her long to change into it, not wanting to keep the others waiting any longer than necessary. She emerged from the changing room timidly, almost expecting Blake to disapprove of her choice in clothing. But he merely smiled when she stepped out, telling her that she looked beautiful. Ch

Her heart raced as he called her "my love" and kissed her hand so gently. It was such a strange feeling; she had never thought she'd hear something like that directed at her. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and she ducked her head shyly, blushing brightly once more as he complimented her choice in clothing. Even if it was just an illusion created by his words...it felt nice being wanted, even if it was only because of what she could do for him.

"T-thank you, Blake," she managed to squeak out, barely daring to look up at him as he held onto her hand so tightly yet so gently. The warmth from his touch spread through her entire body like a wave of comfort and reassurance in this strange new world where nobody had ever treated her with kindness before.

"D...dinner? J-just for me?" Her heart skipped a beat at the thought; she had always dreamed of having dinner with someone special like this but had never expected it to happen. It felt too good to be true, and yet here Blake was, treating her as if she were the most important person in his world. She could only nod shyly, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she looked up into those beautiful emerald eyes. He truly was handsome...perhaps someday she might even grow to love him back. For now though, all that mattered was making sure he continued to be happy with her and satisfied with his choice in taking her as his wife and lover.

Chika followed him to the kitchen, her heart fluttering with excitement and nervousness at the thought of sharing a meal with him alone. The table was indeed enormous, covered in an array of delicious smelling dishes that made her stomach rumble appreciatively. "T-thank you, Blake," she murmured as they sat down across from each other. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she picked up her fork and knife, uncertain how to begin eating politely in this unfamiliar setting. Her hands trembled slightly, betraying the mixture of emotions churning within her chest.

"Oh..." Chika hesitated before finally beginning to eat in whatever manner she was most comfortable with. Despite his lack of concern for table manners, she still tried her best not to seem too uncouth in front of him. Every bite seemed to fill her with a sense of peace and contentment; it felt nice being with him like this...almost like they were a real couple. She couldn't help but wonder if he had always been so kind or if it was just an act designed to manipulate her into obeying his every command.

As she continued eating, she found herself telling Blake about her life at the slave farm and how lonely it had been. He listened intently, nodding sympathetically from time to time but never once showing any signs of judgment or disgust toward what she'd gone through. It was almost too good to be true...but then again, maybe this new life would truly be different from everything

Chika's eyes filled with tears as he expressed his sorrow and apologized for not being there earlier. It meant so much to her that he cared enough about what she had gone through, even if it was too late now. "T-th...thank you, Blake," she stammered out between sniffles, her voice barely audible above the sound of her quiet sobs. The tears fell unchecked down her cheeks, and she reached up to wipe them away with shaking hands. "I-I forgive you..." She paused, gathering herself before continuing. "And I promise to be a good wife for you...a good lover." Her words came out in a whisper, but there was determination etched onto her tear-streaked face as she made the vow.

Chika didn't expect him to offer comfort like this; it was almost overwhelming. She nodded weakly, unable to find her voice amidst the sobs that still racked her body. With a trembling hand, she reached up to rest it on his shoulder before standing shakily and allowing herself to be enveloped in his embrace. It felt...right somehow; like being in his arms was where she belonged. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as he held her close, trying to steady herself enough so that she could manage a response when he asked about the shower. "T-thank you, Blake," she managed finally. "Y-yes...I'd like that." It would feel good to clean herself up after everything; maybe it would help clear away some of the dirt and shame left behind from her past life at the slave farm.

She nodded gratefully when he showed her the way to their room and waited nervously as the maid left them alone together. As soon as they were alone, Chika stripped out of her borrowed dress and slowly climbed into the large bathtub, letting out a sigh of relief at the warmth enveloping her body. She washed herself thoroughly, scrubbing away the dirt and grime from her skin until it felt squeaky clean. Once she was done, she stepped out of the tub and wrapped a plush towel around herself before slipping into the soft robe laid out on a chair nearby.

Feeling much better now that she had bathed, Chika sat down on the bed, waiting for Blake to join her. Her heart raced with anticipation and nervousness; what would he think of her now? Would he still find her desirable after seeing her naked and vulnerable

Her face flushed even deeper at his words as she recalled her own behavior and how she'd abandoned the robe for him. "M-master...I..." Chika swallowed hard, feeling a strange mixture of shame and desire course through her veins. She moved closer to him on all fours, purring softly as she reached out tentatively, uncertain if he would let her touch him or not. His body was so powerful and dominant; it was hard for her not to feel instinctively submissive in his presence. "P-please...m-master..." Her voice came out small and trembling, her tail betraying her arousal as it twitched nervously behind her.

Chika's cheeks burn even hotter as she continues to crawl closer to him, her tail flicking erratically behind her. "M-master...p-please...I...want..." She tries to speak but can't quite manage anything coherent, her voice catching in her throat. Her entire body feels like it's on fire; she wants nothing more than for him to touch her, claim her as his own.

With a shaking hand, she reaches out to stroke the bulge that has formed in his pants, feeling a thrill of power and control course through her veins at the contact. Her breath hitches as she stares up at him, hopeful for some sign that he is enjoying this as much as she is.

Chika's eyes go wide with shock and awe as she sees his enormous erection. Her mouth drops open in surprise before quickly closing, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red at the thought of what this means. Unable to contain herself any longer, she closes the distance between them and wraps her lips around the head of his penis, sucking hungrily as she takes him deep into her throat. Her tongue dances along the sensitive skin, eliciting a groan from him that vibrates against her skin. She feels so wet already; she can't believe how turned on she is by this...by being dominated and used like this.

Her fingers dig into his thighs as she bobs her head up and down, taking more of him with each motion until he fills every inch of her mouth. She moans around him, her pleasure mirroring his own as they both

Without even realizing it, her mouth had been watering ever since she first saw his impressive size. The thought of having him inside her was enough to send a shiver down her spine. As he fills her mouth and her tongue meets his skin, she feels another wave of wetness rush between her legs. Her fingers tangle in the sheets beneath her, tensing as she anticipates what's next.

Her body begs for him; it aches with need as he thrust deeper into her mouth. She sucks harder, willing to do anything to please him and make this moment last forever. Her moans are muffled but nonetheless urgent, fueling their passion even further.

As Blake's climax fills her mouth and throat, Chika's entire body tenses with the force of his release. It's hot and thick and overwhelming; she can hardly breathe as he pumps more and more of himself into her. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes watery with tears that streak down her face. But despite the discomfort, there's no denying the exhilaration coursing through her veins.

She swallows his seed greedily, desperate to show him how much she enjoys being at his mercy. With a small whimper, she pulls away from him, licking her lips and staring up into his emerald eyes. There's an unspoken promise in that look: that he can use her however he wants; that she will always be ready for him. Her heart feels like it's about to expl

With a soft gasp, Chika arches her back as she's lifted off the floor and thrown onto the bed beneath him. Her breasts spray out a stream of milk at the same time, covering them both in a sticky mess that only seems to heighten their arousal. The feel of his weight pressing down on her makes her body tremble with anticipation; she can already tell this is going to be an intense experience. Her hands claw at his back, seeking purchase as he kisses her deeply, tasting the sweetness of her milk on his tongue.

Her hips buck upward against him, grinding against his clothed erection in a desperate attempt to feel more of him inside her. The friction between their bodies only serves to heighten the sensation building deep within her core; soon enough she knows she won't be able to contain this much pleasure any longer.

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