"Welcome home, master!" Mythra enthusiastically said from her position kneeling on the floor. She had traded the imposing white, black, gold and emerald outfit she usually wore in public for a pretty, feminine maid outfit. Long white gloves and stockings highlighted her limbs, and her frilly skirt and apron barely extended below her ass, threatening to flash anyone behind her every time it swished. The lewdest part was the bodice--or rather, the lack thereof. The dress had no material at all over her chest, and her fat tits hung freely. Her arms squished them together and framed them deliciously.

"Did you defeat your opponent?" asked Rex who had just walked in.

"Of course, master." Mythra answered.

"Good girl. It gets me so horny, knowing that the aegis of Alrest is my bitch."

"Thank you master." It turned Mythra on, too. In the public world, she was a powerful blade, and the aegis of Alrest. When she was at her master's feet was the only time she could relax and let someone else take command. Cumdumps didn't need to be strong, or smart, or good leaders. They just needed to take cock in their slutty holes.

"Will you be using me right away?" Mythra asked, a hopeful note in her voice. She didn't get to see him as often as she would like. She had been anticipating tonight all week. But Rex was the master. He used her when, and how, he wanted.

"Pour me a drink." Rex ordered.

"Of course, master." she answered. She stood up and turned around. She could feel her skirt swishing up enough from the movement to give him a peek at what was underneath. She was about to step away, when she felt him grab her from behind. His arms wrapped around her. One latched onto one of her tits, and the other grabbed her neck possessively--not tightly enough to constrict her breathing, but tightly enough to remind her that it could, at any time.

"I like the outfit." Rex breathed into her ear.

"Thank you m--" she began.

"But I seem to recall telling you to greet me naked." Rex continued, talking over her. A shiver went down Mythra's spine. He had said that several visits ago. And she had obeyed, several times in a row. The maid outfit wasn't an intentional defiance or even forgetfulness--she had just thought he would like the change of pace.

"I'm sorry, I just thought you'd like it." she said. She could feel her pussy grow wetter at the dominant treatment. He was squeezing her boob hard. It was big enough that even his hand couldn't fully contain it.

"I do like it. But that's not the point. Outside of these walls, you're smart, and powerful. The aegis who everyone looks up to. Inside these walls, you're a brainless fuckdoll who does as she's told. That's what you told me you want. Has that changed?"

"No, master." she whimpered. She never wanted it to change.

"Then greet me properly." Rex said. He gave her one last squeeze on her tit and her neck, and then released her. Mythra, panting heavily, started undressing. There was a faint blush on her body from arousal. Her creamy, smooth skin came into view inch by inch. Her blonde hair was so long it normally hid her ass from view, but she made sure to lean and bend the right ways to show it off as she took her clothes off. It was fit and toned from all the time she spent scrambling around ruins, but still round enough to be spankable. She had wide, child-bearing hips, thick thighs, and a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair on her crotch. Master liked it that way--shaving took away from her mature appeal, he said, but eating her pussy was easier if she trimmed.

Once she was fully naked, she kneeled back on the floor, framing her tits with her arms the way he liked. "Welcome home, master!" she repeated.

"Good girl." Rex said. Mythra's pussy throbbed at the praise. "Now put the dress back on, and make me that drink." She got up and put the clothes that she had just taken off right back on. He was right. It wasn't her place to decide for herself. She got naked when he told her to, and put on sexy clothes when he told her to. She spent a moment making sure everything was on right--that the tight, corset-like fabric around her waist properly showed off her tits, and her thigh-high stockings and elbow-length gloves were pulled up all the way--and then made him his drink.

Rex had already seated himself in a comfortable armchair when she finished. She walked over to him, careful in her heels, her boobs swaying slightly with each step due to their sheer size. She presented his drink to him, which he took wordlessly. There was no other seat nearby him, but that wasn't surprising. Mythra knew where she belonged. She sat down at his feet, leaning against his legs, like a loyal pet. Which she was. He idly reached down and stroked her hair as he sipped his drink. Her loins were hot with desire, but she didn't want to initiate. She was his cocksleeve. Cocksleeves didn't ask for sex. They were used, when and how their owner wanted. They passed several minutes like that, the only sound being the clink of ice cubes in his glass, and their breathing.

Rex broke the silence first. "All right, slut. Put those cocksucking lips to work." Mythra jumped to attention, and freed his half-hard cock from his pants with an eager look on her face. Finally! Mythra wasn't the kind of woman to accept being second-best at anything, whether that was battling or sucking dick. She put her heart and soul into each and every blowjob she gave her master, determined to "win" the contest with her past self, by bringing him more pleasure than the time before.

She didn't take Rex's cock into her mouth right away. If he wanted to use her throat like a pussy, he would have just thrust into her mouth without asking. This was just foreplay, a proof of her devotion. Her goal was to make him feel like she belonged to his cock, heart, body, and soul. "I can never get over how big it is." she cooed. She stroked him gently with one hand, and her eyes--one obscure by her bangs, as usual--were looking up to his face. "There isn't a woman alive who wouldn't turn into your bitch if you showed her this amazing cock. I never stood a chance. I'm going to be a slave to this penis until the day I die." She planted a soft, loving kiss on the underside of his head, eyes still upturned. He was watching her work intently, an approving look on his face. Her large breasts squashed against his inner thighs, and she twirled her tongue lewdly around his glans.

"I'm so lucky you chose me as your cumdump." she said, continuing her effusive praise. She nuzzled her cheek against it and looked up at him with lust in her eyes. From an objective point of view, it was clearly exaggerated roleplay. But saying it out loud made her believe it, at least in the heat of the moment. When she was on her knees serving her master, she truly felt like the luckiest woman in the world to get the privilege to lick the sweat off his balls.

"Surely I'm the lucky one, to have the aegis herself as my cocksleeve." he said.

"Aegis? One sniff of your musk, and I'm not just an aegis. I'm a bitch in heat, fawning over your incredible cock." That was a test--one he had given many times, and which she was long past failing. She emphasized her words by burying her nose right where his shaft met his balls, and inhaling deeply. The scent wrapped itself around her brain, moving her closer and closer to her ideal state of a mindless fuckmaid. Her tongue slithered out and lapped at his hairy ballsack. Both of his powerful hands grabbed the back of her head and pushed her down into his scrotum. She moved her head back and forth, rubbing his skin across her cheeks, nose, and mouth.

When his grip relented, she wasted no time. She kissed her way back up his shaft, and then, when she made it to the top, sloppily made out with his leaking head. Her eyes stayed up on his, just the way he liked it, watching for signs of disapproval. One of her gloved hands grabbed him by the base to keep his dick upright while she worked. With a smooth motion, she wrapped her lips around his head and swallowed him halfway down. He groaned, and Mythra hummed happily around his meat.

With one hand on his dick, her other moved down between her legs, and she started masturbating. The silk glove felt nice on her clit. Rex never stopped her from touching herself when she blew him, but she was forbidden from cumming. He said that it was only right for a fuckpig to get horny when she serviced her master, but that she should never cum from anything but his touch. That was one of the few commands that extended even outside of the bedroom. She could finger herself as much as she wanted, but only to edge herself. If she came, she'd be punished. Not that he had any way of finding out, but Mythra was always honest--being punished by her master was a wonderful time.

"Master." Mythra breathed, pulling Rex's dick out of her mouth with a wet popping noise. She jerked him off while she talked. "I know it's not my place, and I'd never dream of telling you what to do, but," she interrupted her own words to plant a kiss on his balls, "I'm ovulating today, and I'm not on birth control. If you fuck my pussy with your raw cock, I'm sure to end up nice and pregnant. There's no way my cute, defenseless little egg can escape from all the powerful, virile sperm packed in these big balls." She kissed them again. "My body will be reshaped by the proof that tonight, I was nothing more than your bitch." His cock twitched. "If you still want to use my mouth, I will obey. But doesn't it seem like a waste to cum anywhere but my soft, fertile womb?" She had practiced this little speech in the mirror before he arrived.

"Are you sure?" Rex asked. It was a brief moment of character breaking. The commanding look of her master was replaced by the concerned look of the man she loved.

"Absolutely, master." she replied. She didn't break character, though, and continued: "My womb belongs to you, just like the rest of my body. You can use me as your breeding bitch as much as you want. Just carelessly, irresponsibly knock me up for your own pleasure and make me do all the work of raising them."

"Hmph. You think I'd let my cocksleeve bear my children?" Mythra shuddered for a moment. Had she misread Rex? "The only woman who deserves my seed is my wife." Mythra's lip trembled. His cock slapped her face again. "...I can't wait to fuck you in your wedding dress."

Mythra's face lit up. "Yes, master!" It was a bit of a roundabout proposal, but the one most fitting for their fucked-up relationship, and she couldn't be happier.

"Now turn around and bend over. You may be my fiancee, but you're still my whore." Mythra scrambled to obey. Rex stood up behind her, casually flipped up her dress to reveal her fat ass and the tops of her stockinged thighs. Her tits hung freely from her chest. She braced herself on a table as he lined himself up with her cunt and thrust into her.

"Thank you master." she moaned as her pussy finally got a taste for his cock. His thrusts were powerful from the start, slamming his hips against hers with a loud slapping noise. In that moment, without any roleplay or exaggeration, she was in love with his cock. Nothing could ever compare to the feeling of his fat fuckrod stretching her and filling her, bashing against all of her most sensitive spots.

"That's it, slut." Rex said. One of his hands was on her hip, and the other reached around her torso to paw at her hanging breasts. Mythra gasped at the sensation of her nipple being pinched. "Just turn your brain off and let me use you. Fuckdolls don't need to think. They just need to take cock. It feels good, doesn't it?" Mythra nodded desperately. It felt incredible. She was already about to cum. She never escaped his cock in under three orgasms. "What are you?" he asked.

"Your fuckdoll!" she answered, and she came as she did. Her cunt squeezed around him, trying to milk out his semen, but he wasn't cumming just yet.

"You're about to be my knocked up fuckdoll." Rex said. His cock pounded effortlessly through her slick folds no matter how tightly she clenched. "I have the aegis cumming her brains out on my dick, begging to have my baby. Fuck, that's nice." Mythra came again. An incoherent string of moans came out of her mouth. She wanted to say something sexy, to beg for his cum, but her brain was overloaded by the pleasure. That was how it always went. She could never win against his cock. Once he stuck it in her, she went from roleplaying a submissive, cock-addicted slut, to being one in truth. There was just something incredible about how he fucked her that set her pussy alight, every time.

"Please…" she managed to get out.

"Please what?" Rex asked. His own voice was a bit shaky. That made Mythra happy. She pushed her butt backwards in time with his thrusts, impaling herself on his rod.

"Please, master." she started, but her train of thought was interrupted by a particularly powerful thrust and now both of her tits swung in unison from the impact of his body against hers. "Cum in me!" she yelled. "I'm your cumdump. You don't need to worry. My womb's purpose is to store your semen."

"Damn right it is." he said. "Fuck, your cunt is amazing. I'm gonna cum. Get pregnant!" And with that dominant cry, Rex sheathed himself balls deep in Mythra. She came for the third time. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, pulsing with each rope of cum Rex blasted against her cervix. Her thighs shook. The only thing holding her up was his hands on her hips and hair--all strength was gone from her legs. He must have been truly backed up since their last get-together. That, or his balls were working overtime to impregnate the gorgeous woman cumming on his cock.

By the time he finished cumming, Mythra was steady enough on her feet to stand up. He turned her around forcefully, and kissed her. "I hope you didn't think you were done." Rex said. "I'm going to empty my balls into you tonight. Get me hard again."

Mythra sank to her knees. "Yes, master!"