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𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕠𝕟.𝕔𝕠𝕞/𝕋𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣

Chapter 2

The first thing Summer noticed when she woke was the pain.

It was a soreness she'd become familiar with, attributed in her youth to exercise and growing in strength. Now it was a sign of how far she'd gone in service of her master.

She could still feel the heat of him, his cum filled her bowels and made her feel full in a way nothing quite could. It still leaked out of her and pooled beneath her ass, the sheets no longer able to absorb any of it.

There was a fresh soreness both there and around her lower back, and while all of her still ached, most of it had started to be smothered beneath her aura doing its work.

So he'd fucked her after she'd fainted. That also explained how fresh his semen felt inside of her, still molten. And from the way she felt herself shiver when she tried to clench herself, he'd made her cum, too, unconscious or not. It was a testament to how much he'd mastered her body. It was his more than hers now.

Her silver eyes opened to see the midday light coming through the arched window above her master's bed. She quietly counted the seconds and the segments of the vaulted ceiling as she tried to lift herself from the puddle of hers and her master's fluids.

Through the tightness of her arms, she'd managed to lift herself up to be seated, the cum in her ass squirting out and causing her to gasp before she'd set her eyes on the rest of the room.

Cream damask covered the walls while the floor was made of polished hardwood. She knew he preferred it to the carpet that was used in most of the rooms in the chateau because it was easier to clean.

He sat at his desk with his back to her, a dark robe decorated with autumn leaves wrapped about him as he ate. It seemed he'd had food and drink brought in after he'd tired of using her.

In times before, she'd have been mortified at the very thought of someone else seeing what he'd done to her, what he did to her on a daily basis. Now she didn't bother. The rest of the staff seemed to not acknowledge it was happening, despite seeing her spent and broken on his bed and covered in his juices. It was always all smiles.

Summer wondered if the rest of the staff was as warped as she'd become. As warped as her master permitted her to realize she'd become.

Swinging her legs off the side of the bed, Summer tried to stand. More of the master's hot cum spurted out from inside her to join the cooling pool that rubbed against her asscheeks. It was a challenge to stand, her legs shook while her hand took hold of the bedpost to keep herself up. She felt her master's essence start to run down her legs even as her insides still felt full.

"Ah, you're awake." He didn't turn to look at her, instead taking more of what looked to be cheese-covered chicken and putting it in his mouth.

She half-walked, half-stumbled to him. It wasn't a long walk, but it was a testament to how much she'd been used both before and after she'd fallen unconscious that even with aura, she still felt out of it.

Each step, she felt her pussy and ass clench around empty air, the motion seeming to squeeze more of her master's cum out of her and the beginnings of renewed arousal from her lower lips.

She'd barely managed to drop to her knees at his side when he put a glass before her, her knees protesting at the force of her impact.

"Drink. You need to rehydrate."

The drink was mostly clear, if only lightly tinted white. It was meant to quickly replenish her fluids, and he'd make her drink a good amount of it when he permitted her to rest. Without answering, she raised it to her lips and drank.

It wasn't cold, but it she felt sweet relief run down her throat all the same. Gulp after gulp of it she drank and before she'd realized it, she'd finished the tall glass and her eyes were on her master as she let out a satisfied sigh.

Ultramarine eyes looked down at her, twinkling with what Summer always hoped was affection as he took the glass from her and set it aside. He ignored her after that, finishing his meal while summer rested on her haunches before him.

Summer laid her head against one of the table's legs and looked to the planks, seeing the patterns in the wood as she felt heat slowly come out of her ass and to the floor below her.

When he finished he put a hand on her head and pulled her to him, spreading his legs and showing her that the robe hadn't been closed.

"It's time to eat, Summer." Her eyes looked to his flaccid cock, still shining with her juices and some of his own cum. "This is all you'll be eating till I'm done with you, so you'd better eat your fill. You need your strength."

She would, wouldn't she?

And Summer Rose had to make sure she was able to serve to her full capacity.

Her tongue reached for the master's head.

~TtT~

Jaune leaned back as he felt her take his head into her mouth, letting go of her and putting his hands on the armrests of his chair.

He'd meant what he'd said. All Summer was going to have to eat until he was done extracting his conditions from her was going to be his cum. Outside of the mixture he used to keep them hydrated, it was all he she'd have inside of her in the near future, a true receptacle for his use.

Warmth enveloped the tip of his cock before the rough wetness of her tongue started to pass over it. A sweet chill ran up his spine and he groaned as he felt blood begin to rush down, his shaft hardening with each stroke Summer made.

If he looked at her, he was sure shining silver eyes would have met his, eager if not desperate. Nevermind that she couldn't even walk to him, never mind her hands were still tired from holding the position he'd commanded her to stay in that they now hung limply at her sides. He doubted she even noticed.

Instead, he looked out the window, looked at the Valean countryside that the chateau was built on. Looked at the lovely day outside while his slave worked on giving him his pleasure and receiving the only food she'd be getting for a while.

She'd thrust herself forward and down as she felt him harden in her, lips wet with spit while her tongue swirled about him. The wetness and the warmth went down his shaft, going to his base as she planted a kiss about it.

He hardened.

When she pulled back Jaune's cock had grown, the cool air of his room creating an exquisite contrast to the heat of her mouth. She began to pick up a steady if slow pace, bobbing up and down as his cock further hardened and her drool ran down his shaft.

Jaune felt his hands rise from the armrests but resisted the urge. He closed his eyes and enjoyed it for now, enjoyed how her lips pursed around him and followed the contours of his member and the texture of her tongue felt against his spongy head.

But it wasn't long before he'd grown too much for her to take all the way to the base, his hardness approaching full mast and her bobs now only going halfway down the shaft. Her tongue reached outward, trying to pleasure him as best she could, but her hands still hung limp at her sides.

Summer was always dutiful, though. When she'd noticed this, she'd pulled herself up from his cok and took a deep breath.

Finally Jaune looked to her. Her silver eyes were focused on his cock, her mouth open and her tongue lolling. Drool fell from the corner of her mouth.

Then she dove.

It was slow but it was steady. The head of his cock brushed ler lips, and then her tongue before reaching that tightness at the back of her mouth that he always enjoyed. It fought him only briefly before it granted him entry, the wet tightness of her throat beginning to wrap first around his head and then the rest of his shaft that followed. Summer's lips pushed onward past halfway down his cock. Softness coming down followed by wet tongue and a glorious grip.

And finally she touched his base, her nose nestled in his pubes, her eyes tearing up.

Unconsciously, Summer tried to swallow.

Jaune gasped in triumph.

Her throat pulsed about his cock, the hot wetness pulsed and tried to pull him deeper. It wouldn't, not with her lips lips as far as it could go and her chin brushing his balls. But it felt good. It squeezed about the parts of his cock in her throat while her tongue ran along his underside.

Finally, he put a hand on her head, grasped at her hair.

Jaune held her there.

She swallowed again, this time intentionally. She knew he liked it when she did that. It was part of the appeal of using her throat. To feel her squeeze and pull at him ineffectually.

Then she tried to breathe.

His cock was too large, blocking it all the way from her lips down. All inhaling through her nose did was try to pull his cock in deeper. Coupled with Summer trying to swallow his cock, Jaune enjoyed a pulsing draw of the hot wet tightness. He could see her chest trying to expand and fail, felt the pull cease and her throat slacken just a bit.

Afterwards it happened again, his cock being fucked by her throat without any movement, her insides gripping and pulling at him as she tried to take a breath.

It started to speed up, her body starting to panic at being unable to breath, the pulses growing in frequency while her throat tightened around his cock like a vice. With Jaune's girth, it was almost like she was trying to pull his cock from him.

He loved it.

When she finally tried to pull away, to void her throat and let the air in, he held her flush against him. His fingers tangled in her red hair giving him a strong grip. Summer's hand still laid limp at her sides, but he could feel her body start to shake.

Silver eyes opened wide as she began to scream.

But Jaune's cock was lodged in her throat. Her voice only served to send vibrations down his cock while her panicked lungs tried to pull in air and she tried to swallow what was lodged in her esophagus.

For Summer it was like dying and being unable to stop it. Unable to breathe, unable to pull away, too weak to resist.

For Jaune the feeling was absolutely divine.

Now he let her pull back, the pull, the pulsing, and the vibration of her scream pausing only briefly before she was halfway up his shaft. It was like pulling his cock out of a vacuum, her throat brushing against every bit of hard meat and his head draggin against her insides.

Then he pulled her back down to his base. Spit overflowing from her mouth and coming down her chin, her tits, his bush. Her tongue moved about frantically against his shaft as she tried in vain to free herself. Jaune loved seeing her panic.

Silver started to roll backwards, her once limp arms now brushing against his calves while her torso shook. Jaune could feel her legs spasming against his feet.

Like this he fucked her throat. Forcefully bobbing her head up and down along his cock as her screams and suffocation only served to pleasure him all the more.

Her face turned red from the lack of air, then purple. Her hands were slapping at his knees now, but he barely felt it. The movement of her legs had become rhythmic.

At last, she'd stopped trying to breathe in, the pulling had ceased as she screamed loud enough that he could hear her through his cock.

And she squirted all over the floor, squirted so hard he could feel her come splashing against his toes.

Only then did he pull her off his cock.

She was a lovely sight. Tears came down her cheeks as she hung by her hair from one of his hands. Her mouth connected to all of his cock by strings of spit and throat slime that also fell down her chin and ran down the valley of her beautiful breasts. Oh how he wished milk was also mixed there, that she'd squirt from her nipples as she squirted from her pussy.

Summer's eyes were blank as she panted, making little whimpers that grated and rasped.

He loved the sight of her like this, loved the sounds she made.

This creature that he'd taken and changed and made his. Warped with magic and training.

He'd fucked her throat so hard he could've killed her, suffocated her on his cock for his pleaasure. And she'd cum from it, come without anything touching her ass or pussy.

She'd been at death's door, and his use of her was what had mattered most.

His cock twitched at the thought, the strings of spit shaking as it did. He shoved his cock and wiped it on her face, making it shine as he marked her as his.

His onahole, his cocksock, his cumdump

But he wasn't done. Jaune's cock was still hard, and Summer had yet to earn her meal.

So renewing his grip on her hair with both hands, he pulled her back down, going all the way to the base without stopping and enjoying the sensation of her spit and slime washing down and warming his balls. He felt the air get forced out of her as her nose exhaled when he pushed it against his pubes.

And as she tried to breathe in, tried to swallow, tried to scream, he fucked her throat like he did her ass, her pussy.

And Summer came as he did. She came and came and came, even her spasming body amplifying her master's pleasure. For that was her purpose.

When Jaune came Summer's hands hung limp at her sides but her throat still squeezed his cock so tight. His cum went straight to her stomach while he thrust ineffectually against her lips. He kept her down until he finished, then pulled out and dropped her to the floor in a pool of her own cum even as she spasmed in her orgasm.

She coughed and retched as she finally got to breathe again, wild silver eyes open but unseeing. Jaune knew she couldn't see, and she wouldn't for a while.

But he knew she could hear him, though.

"I hope you enjoyed the meal, Summer. It'll be your dinner, too."

The woman didn't answer, more focused on breathing deeply even as he heard her wheeze for her efforts. It was so hot how destroyed she was.

But he wasn't done.

"I know I haven't told you about my second request, Summer." He approached her, brushed his foot against her belly, dragged his toes up and poked against her breasts.

"I want you to start making milk for me, but that would raise questions with your husband, wouldn't it? If you started to lactate out of the blue?"

She didn't answer, but her eyes were meeting his now, her sweet pants filling the air.

"So I'm going to put a baby in you, Summer. That is my second condition."

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