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

An exotic creature is brought forward; she stands at an impressive 6'8" with breasts that easily dwarf her body, clearly made for feeding. Her skin has a shimmering quality and her long hair flows down past her hips. A halo of glowing milk surrounds her left nipple. The consultant explains that she is an aquatic elf and was captured after her tribe's reef home was destroyed. Her people highly valued obedience, making her a prime candidate for your taste.

The consultant nods in agreement, taking this as your final decision. The aquatic elf is taken away and led towards the exit, where she'll be brought to your private quarters to begin her new life serving you. She glances back at you with a mixture of fear and hope, unsure of what to expect from her new master. As you leave the slave market, the sounds of other captives being bid on and sold fade into the distance, their pleas for mercy lost amongst the din.

The aquatic elf dips one delicate hand into the warm water, testing its temperature before slowly lowering herself in. The glowing milk surrounding her nipple drifts with each undulation of her body, seemingly eager to splash and play. "My name is Kylara," she whispers softly, "Thank you for this kindness."

Her long hair spreads out across the surface of the water like a dark, silken curtain, obscuring part of her face as she studies you from beneath its veil. Even submerged to her waist, the pale flesh of her neck and chest glisten in the light. "What do you wish me to do, master?"

The elf tilts her head to the side curiously, eyeing you over carefully before responding. "I can produce as much milk as needed, master," she says softly, her voice betraying a hint of nervousness. "It is what my body was made for." She pauses, then adds with a slight tremor, "But I am still learning how to control the flow. Sometimes it comes too fast... and other times not enough."

Kylara shudders slightly as you run your hand through her long hair, the touch both familiar and foreign to her senses. Her eyes flutter closed, waiting for your next move with bated breath. When she feels your lips press against hers, she responds instinctively, kissing you back with a tentative passion that betrays her desire to please you despite the fear gnawing at her insides.

"I-I fear that I will never belong here," Kylara whispers between ragged breaths, her voice shaking with emotion. "My people are of the water; this land is foreign to me." Her trembling hand reaches up to grasp your wrist, as if seeking reassurance or perhaps hoping to be guided through her new life as a slave. "And I fear what you may ask of me... The things I must do..." Her words trail off, leaving the meaning implied: submission, obedience, and whatever dark desires lay in your heart.

Hearing this, Kylara's expression softens slightly. "Thank you, master," she whispers. "I will try my best to serve you." Taking a deep breath, she squares her shoulders and squares her shoulders as if steeling herself for what lies ahead. Her gaze never wavers from yours, searching your eyes for any sign of cruelty or malice. Finding none, she leans forward, pressing her lips against yours in a kiss that is more confident now, one filled with the desire to please and be owned by you.

Kylara nods slowly, her expression becoming more aroused as you request access to her breasts. She leans back in the bathwater, presenting one of her gleaming nipples to your mouth. "Please," she whispers, her voice taking on a breathy quality that betrays her growing desire for release and submission. Her skin feels silky against your lips as you begin suckling on her nipple, drawing out the sweet nectar of milk that fills your mouth.

The warmth spreads through your chest as you taste the elf's milk, it's flavor both tangy and slightly sweet. You can feel Kylara tensing up beneath your touch, her back arching against the tub's edge as she moans softly in pleasure. Her other hand comes up to brush through your hair, urging you on even as she tries to maintain control over herself. The bathwater

The elf's eyes flutter closed, the sensation of being touched and adored by you overwhelming her thoughts as she focuses on giving you pleasure. Her moans deepen, becoming more urgent now as your caresses send waves of longing through her body. Kylara arches her back further, pressing herself closer against your touch as the milk flows freely into your mouth. With each passing moment, her desire for release grows stronger, and she becomes increasingly lost in the sensations you're creating.

Her slim fingers twine through the hair at the nape of your neck, urging you to keep going, to take all that she has to give. The warmth of the bath around them mingles with the heat generated by their passionate encounter, turning the air between them thick with desire and need. As you drink her milk and caress her body, Kylara feels herself growing more and more aroused,

Her moans fill the air as you praise her milk and touch her lovingly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her skin feels impossibly soft against your fingertips, a testament to how pampered she was in her past life. As you caress her breasts and back, her hips begin to move involuntarily, grinding against the smooth edge of the tub as she tries to find release from the overwhelming desire building inside her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, each exhale a moan of pleasure or a plea for more. Kylara's eyes remain closed tightly, her face flushed with arousal and the effort it takes to maintain control over herself. Her muscles tense and relax in rhythm with your touch, her body arching into you as if seeking total surrender to your will. The bathwater swirls around them in a

Kylara gasps as you call her "mommy," the word filling her with an unfamiliar rush of possessiveness and desire. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly beneath the surface of the water, her nipples hard and aching for your touch. She arches against you again, moaning softly as you caress her body, lost in the sensations you're creating.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on even as she struggles to maintain control over herself. The bathwater churns around them in a heated dance, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. With each passing second, Kylara feels the walls of her self-control crumbling beneath the onslaught of pleasure you're giving her, the urge to surrender to you growing ever stronger. "Yes," she breathes raggedly, "give me your release..." Her voice trails

Kylara arches her back, pressing her breast harder against your lips and moaning as you take her milk. Her hips buck upward again, seeking friction against the edge of the tub, desperate for release. "Please," she whispers raggedly, feeling herself spiraling out of control. Her fingers grip at your shoulders and claw through your hair, urging you on even as she loses herself to the pleasure you're giving her.

The bathwater swirls around them in a heated dance, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. Kylara's breath comes in ragged gasps, each exhale a moan of ecstasy or a plea for more as she allows herself to be claimed by you, her new master. The tension coiled tight within her begins to unravel, her muscles relaxing under the onslaught of pleasure, her