(A Zero and Silver Production) The Unforeseen Stay

[Maero]

Serenity cried out softly as she felt the tentacle smoothly slide up unto her, and bit her finger cutely as she road the appendage, which was just thew right sizes for her. Silvia cried out in pleasure and it was clear that they were both about to cum, Silvia and Serenity reaching their limits. "Ahh! So good!" Serenity moaned for a moment before taking the tentacle back to her lips while Silvia continued to suck, fuck and pleasure her master.

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Grace kissed back ever so slightly as Hunter kissed her, she was so precious, so beautiful, and so his. She was warm in his arms, and soft and comfy, and if given the choice, Grace would secretly choose Hunter's arms to the bed. Grace had given herself completely to Hunter, and then another aspect of her purity became clear to Hunter. She was so pure, so kind, and honest that even to a sinner like him, she was completely loyal to him. Already she trusted him with her life, her liberty, and her safety, and not just trusted, but fully trusted. Only a day ago Hunter had been trying to rape her, and she had been forced to guard herself at every waking moment that he was around him for her own protection.

And now she wore what he wanted her to wear with no complains, gave her virginity willingly to him, and rested everything she had in his arms with a trust that most could not attain without years and years of reliable service. The point was that she trusted Hunter as though she had always trusted him, it was something that the War Leader would have never experienced until now. Any Saxon in his arms would tremble with fear, any slave would not dare fall asleep, no one, not even Alexander, had ever given him such unconditional trust and even love.

And it was unconditional, Hunter would know this. Grace was fully into her role, she was a slave, and unless her purity was corrupted or shattered, she would keep her word and always be his slave. Hunter on the other hand was not bound by anything at all. He could act as Grace wanted, or truck her to believe he did, or simply openly show her that he was not interested in being her soldier, and would could even go so far as to attack an enslave her people. Grace was bound, he was not. But his every action and inaction would affect his most precious possession.

If he betrayed her, outright and brutally, or simply didnt keep to his deal, he would hurt Grace, wound her deeply and directly. She had no shields from anything he did to her, Grace's heart was bare before Hunter, and with his actions he could break it like a twig, or protect it. It was a wonderful, terrible thing. Hunter had so much control, so much that he would have to step lightly and measure his actions...or otherwise wound his prize irreversibly.