((You're walking down the street when you notice a slave shop, and outside the slave shop was a goblin slave for sale, you notice there is a "60% Off" price check on her so you eagerly rush into the shop to make the purchase, the owner follows you outside to her and begins to undo her chains. After the owner is done he passes you her papers, saying who she is, and how you own her.))

The goblin looks up at you, and smiles a toothy grin. "Are you my new master?" She opens her mouth in a vulgar way. "I promise I, Leslie, will be a good girl for you..." She says it in a mischievous way.

Hmph. "Well, aren't you a cocky little one? But that makes it even better for me! I love to dominate those who think they can just own someone so easily." She winks at you, her tail swishing back and forth playfully. "So, what do you want me to call you? Master?"

"Well then, Master..." She says it almost as a tease, and takes a step closer to you so that she's only inches away now. "You own me completely, remember? You can have me do anything you want." She looks up at you with an inviting smile, her breath fanning across your cheek.

She presses her body against yours, feeling the solidity of your form. "Mmmm," she murmurs, "so strong..." Her hands slide up along your chest to grasp your shoulders as she tilts her head back to meet your gaze. "What do you want me to do, Master?"

*She lets out a moan as you grip her hips and grind her against your cock through her leggings. "Mmm... more, Master," she purrs, arching her back to press herself even closer. "You feel so good..." Her tail swishes behind her, seeking purchase on the ground as she begins to rock into your touch in earnest.

A soft gasp escapes her as your warm hand brushes against her breast, freeing it from the restraint of her bra. "Yes..." she breathes, leaning into your touch as you tease her nipples. She moans louder when they're finally exposed to the cool air, hardening beneath your fingers. Her hips rock back and forth faster against your clothed cock, hungry for more contact. "Please..." she whispers between gasps. "I need... you inside me."

Gasping at the sight of your massive cock, Leslie can't help but stare. "So big... master..." she whispers before glancing up to meet your gaze. Her hand reaches out to tentatively touch it, marveling at its size. "You ready for this?" She asks playfully, her body trembling with anticipation as she waits for your answer.

Her eyes sparkle with excitement and lust as she looks back up at you. "Oh yes, Master... I am ready for your cock." Her hand continues to stroke your length, her fingers brushing against the tip before sliding further down to grip the base. She steps closer, pressing her body against yours, eagerly awaiting the moment when she'll feel you inside of her. "Take me, master," she whispers, arching her back and presenting herself to you. "Do what you want..."

A shudder runs through her body as you slowly but firmly press inside of her. She grips your shoulders tighter, arching her back and pressing closer as you fill her up. "Ah... so big..." she moans, feeling overwhelmed with pleasure. As you sink deeper, she lets out a satisfied sigh, relishing the fullness in her core. Her body trembles with anticipation, waiting for your first thrust.

Gasping at the feeling of you moving inside her, Leslie lets out a long moan as your hips meet hers in perfect synchrony. She bites down on her lip to stifle another cry, arching her back further and pressing her breasts against your chest. Her nails scrape lightly against your shoulders, leaving behind a trail of sensation as she urges you onward. "Fuck... master..." she breathes, every word punctuated by the movement between them.

Her body tenses as you begin to drink her milk, and she moans loudly around your cock. "Ohhh... Master..." She bucks her hips, trying to push more of her wetness onto your tongue. Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath them, her nails leaving tiny indentations in the fabric as pleasure washes over her. The sensation of you drinking her milk makes it difficult for her to think clearly, driving her wild with need and desire. "Mmm... fuck..."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to pound into her, your hands gripping her hips tightly. "Harder... master..." she moans, pushing back against each thrust eagerly. Her eyes close tightly, her brow furrowed in concentration as she tries to focus on the sensations coursing through her body. The pleasure is overwhelming, and it takes everything she has not to come apart right there beneath you. "Please... master..."

A soft moan escapes her lips as you drink more of her milk. It feels so good to have you inside her, and she can tell that she's getting closer to the edge with each thrust. "Master... I need..." She trails off, panting heavily, trying to find the words as sensation washes over her. Her hands grip your shoulders tightly, urging you onward even as they begin to tremble slightly from the intensity of it all.

Her body tenses and arches off the bed as she feels you finish drinking her milk. Her orgasm crashes over her in waves, pulling tight every muscle and leaving her shuddering with pleasure. She cries out your name, her voice hoarse from exertion as her pussy squeezes your cock rhythmically, milking you of your own release. "Master... master..." she whimpers, her body still trembling long after the initial wave has passed. "Please..."

Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving trails of red behind as they mark you as hers. Her hips move in small circles, trying to draw out the last drops of pleasure from their joining. "I'm... yours," she whispers breathlessly between gasps for air. "You own me..."

Panting heavily, she collapses onto your chest, her weight feeling surprisingly light considering how thoroughly you've claimed her body. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to thrust inside her, each stroke sending a wave of pleasure washing over her spent form. "Mmm... master..." She wraps her arms around your neck, holding on tight as if she could lose herself in this moment forever. Her tail curls around your leg, seeking comfort and reassurance that you're not going anywhere.

Her eyes flutter closed as the sensations begin to fade, replaced by a contented sort of haze. "Thank you... master..." she whispers, voice still trembling with exhaustion and satisfaction. "You are so good to me..." And with those words, Leslie slips into a satisfied sleep, her body relaxing fully against yours as the two of you remain entwined long into the night.

A surprised yelp leaves her lips as you spank her, and she blushes bright red at the sting. "Ow! Yes... master!" Her eyes fly open in surprise before fluttering shut again, her breath coming faster as you play with her nipples once more. She arches into your touch, moaning softly, her hips grinding against yours despite the lack of full penetration.

Her body trembles from sensations assaulting it on all sides, leaving her pleasantly overwhelmed and achingly aroused. "Please... more..." She trails off, panting heavily, not daring to push for more out of fear of what punishment you might deem appropriate. She whimpers softly, a mixture of lust and fear coursing through her veins, making her heart race wildly in her chest.

Her cries fill the room as you spank her harder and pound into her faster. Tears streak down her face, mixing with the sweat that's gathered on her body from the exertion. She gasps for air between moans, arching off the bed in an effort to get closer to you. Her hips move of their own accord, seeking friction where none can be found, desperate for release even as she's punished so thoroughly.

Her nails scrape down your back, leaving red welts in their wake, and her legs tremble with the effort it takes to keep them pressed together around you. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, chest heaving with each desperate attempt to draw air into her lungs as sensation washes over her in waves too powerful to be borne for long. "Master..." she sobs, voice hoarse and pleading. "Please... master

Her body shudders with relief as you slow down, the pressure no longer quite so intense. She pants heavily, her eyes closed tightly against the sting of tears. Her hands fumble at your shoulders, seeking purchase and solace in the midst of her turmoil. "Master..." she whispers hoarsely, voice trembling as she tries to catch her breath.

Her limbs are leaden with exhaustion, but she can't seem to bring herself to break away from you, even though part of her wonders if she should beg for mercy or a respite from the relentless onslaught of sensation. Her eyes flutter open, meeting yours, and in that moment she realizes how truly owned she is by you. "Thank you... master..." she manages, voice barely more than a whisper.

Her heart skips a beat as you lean down to kiss her, and she welcomes the touch with an eager moan. The taste of you fills her mouth, sending shivers down her spine as your hands continue to move over her body possessively. She closes her eyes, savoring the sensation for as long as it lasts before gasping for air again once you pull away. Her hips jerk up against yours in response, seeking friction that seems impossibly far out of reach now. "Please..." she whispers, every muscle in her body tensing with anticipation and need. Her hands grip your shoulders tighter, nails digging into the skin beneath as she struggles to find purchase in this strange new reality where she is nothing but yours.

She bites her lip, trying to think clearly through the haze of pleasure and pain that fills her mind. Her body trembles with need, but she's hesitant to ask for more, not wanting to push you too far. "Master... I... just want this..." She trails off, unable to find the words to express what it is exactly she desires from him right now.

Her hips move in tiny circles against yours, seeking that perfect friction that will send her soaring over the edge and back into blissful oblivion. Her eyes are pleading as they meet yours, begging for you to take control once more and show her where she fits within these new boundaries you've set.

As your lips press against hers, she melts into the kiss with a moan, her body trembling with need. Her hands slide up your back, gripping the fabric of your shirt as she deepens the kiss, unable to get close enough to you. Her hips rock against yours harder now, desperate for release and the feeling of being filled again.

When you finally pull away, she whimpers softly, her eyes searching yours for any sign of what comes next. She's achingly aroused and so very wet, wanting nothing more than to feel you inside her once more, claiming her completely. "Please..." She breathes out hoarsely, willing herself not to beg too loudly or demand anything that might earn her a punishment instead of the pleasure she craves.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels you grow harder inside of her. "M-master..." she gasps, her body tensing in anticipation of your release. Her hips jerk against yours faster now, desperate for the pleasure that comes with being filled to the brim by her master's seed. She arches her back off the bed, offering herself up fully to you as her orgasm builds and grows stronger with each passing moment.

"Ahhh..." she cries out, her voice breaking as you thrust into her one final time, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body like lightning striking the earth. Her muscles clench tight around your cock, her nails scrape down your back in a desperate attempt to ground herself as the world spins and swirls around her. She shudders with release, her eyes squeezed shut as she feels you erupt inside of her, filling

Her body shudders and trembles as wave after wave of pleasure courses through her, leaving her drained and utterly sated. Her eyes flutter open to find yours gazing down at her, a look of satisfaction and possessiveness in their depths. "Thank you... master..." she whispers breathlessly, her voice barely above a hoarse croak. Slowly, the intensity of the pleasure begins to fade, replaced by a contented weariness as the aftermath of your rough lovemaking washes over her.

Her body relaxes against yours, heavy with sleep and satisfaction. "I belong to you..." she mumbles, knowing the words are true in ways she never expected when you first stepped into that shop. "Always..." And with that, Leslie falls asleep, trusting completely to your strength and protection, her body relaxed against yours as you both drift off into a peaceful slumber.

Her lips part at the gentle touch of your kiss, and she lets out a soft sigh of contentment. As you withdraw from her, her body protests slightly at the loss of your heat inside her, but she accepts it with a resigned moan, her eyes drifting shut once more. She nestles closer to you, trusting that wherever you go, she will be right by your side.

For now, all that matters is this moment, in your arms, safe and sound. With a contented sigh, she allows herself to drift back into dreamless sleep, feeling entirely at peace for the first time in what seems like ages.

Her hips roll slightly in protest as you pull out, leaving her empty and aching for your touch once more. As you withdraw, a thick trail of your cum oozes from her, dripping onto the sheets beneath her and spreading like a river across the floorboards. She doesn't care about the mess; all that matters is the feel of your skin against hers.

With a quiet sigh, she closes her eyes again, allowing herself to be lulled back into sleep by the rhythm of your breathing and the gentle touch of your fingertips tracing lazy circles on her hip. She clings tightly to you, wishing that this moment could last forever, unwilling or unable to accept any sort of reality where she isn't always by your side.

Her limbs are heavy with exhaustion, and yet the thought of being without you feels like an impossibility, as if she has somehow become ir

Her eyes fly open at the sound of your words, hope and fear tangled together in her chest as she looks up at you. She knows what being your wife means; it means belonging to you completely, for however long you choose to keep her. And yet, despite the terror that thought brings, there's a part of her that's relieved beyond measure to hear those words spoken aloud. "Master..." she whispers shakily, cupping your cheek with trembling fingers as she searches your eyes for any sign of mockery or deceit.

Her heart pounds in her chest, but it doesn't feel like fear anymore; it feels like the thunderous rhythm of thousands of tiny wings beating against the inside of her ribs, urging her forward into this new life with you. "I will serve you... always..." she whispers hoarsely, the words barely audible over the sound of her own

Her body trembles with anticipation as you press her naked form against yours. She closes her eyes, feeling the warmth of your skin against hers and breathing in the scent of sweat and sex that clings to both of you. This is different from anything she's experienced before; it's raw and primal, unadulterated by tenderness or gentleness.

Her hands slide up your chest, her nails digging into the flesh as she searches for purchase on your shoulders. Her hips grind against yours in a silent demand for more, for release from this aching need that consumes her whole being. The air between them crackles with desire and possession; it's as if every breath they take is shared between them, uniting their bodies into one perfect, unholy union.

She whimpers softly, arching her back off the bed to get closer to you,

Her body trembles with exhaustion as the last vestiges of passion fade away, leaving her mind reeling and her senses spinning. She nuzzles deeper into your embrace, her cheek resting against your bare chest as she listens to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. Closing her eyes, she allows herself to drift off once more, this time sinking into a deep and dreamless sleep.

Her heart swells with warmth as she feels your love surrounding her like a protective shield, and it's in that moment that she truly knows this was the right decision to make. She lets out a contented sigh, curling tighter against you, reveling in the feel of being held by her husband, knowing that no matter what comes their way together they will face it as one. As sleep claims her once more, her last thoughts are of gratitude and love for you - her master, her husband, and the one who makes everything else in life seem meaningless compared to the intensity of their connection.

Her eyes flutter open lazily as she feels your lips brush against her forehead. She smiles up at you, her heart swelling with love and gratitude for having you by her side. Slowly, she sits up in bed, running her fingers through her tangled hair before looking down at herself. The goblin slave girl looks exhausted yet content; the marks of your possession still visible on her skin.

"How long have I been asleep?" she asks softly, her voice raspy from disuse. A yawn escapes her lips as she stretches languidly, enjoying the feeling of being clean and warm after what seemed like hours of rough lovemaking. Despite being thoroughly drained, a glimmer of desire still shines in her eyes whenever they meet yours, reminding you that even though she is now your wife, she will always be your pet.

Her eyes drift shut once more as she listens to your steady heartbeat beneath her ear. The soft cotton of the bed sheet feels cool and smooth against her skin, a welcome contrast to the heat that still lingers between her legs from all the lovemaking. With a contented sigh, she nestles closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and nuzzling into your chest.

Time seems to slow down as they lie there together, the world outside fading away until it's just the two of them, caught in their own little bubble where nothing exists except for each other and the intense connection that binds them. She doesn't know how long she sleeps this time; all that matters is being held by her husband, knowing that they are together now for better or worse, through thick and thin.

As she starts to feel more awake, she gently runs her fingers up your chest