Chase stretched in his room, the messenger thrall curled up in the blankets on his bed. Things had been calm since Princess had been reprogrammed, the humans who had killed one of his family members sent off for a life of punishment and he had gotten his eldest slave back.
Precious was still chained up next to his bed in the Dungeon, while Whore was on the smaller mat near the bathroom. He had kept her there until he was positive she was comforted being back in her home.
Next to him the other thrall stirred and reached for him. Knowing that she would be leaving later that day for her regular assignment, he brought his hand to her breast and squeezed until she sighed. Moments later her hands were on him, coaxing him to an erection.
His mouth covered her neck with kisses before moving lower to her breasts. She gasped as he captured a nipple in his mouth. Her hands clutched his shoulders as he kneaded the nub in his mouth. After repeating the sensation to the other nipple, she was trying to kiss him. Downstairs he had slaves that only did what he commanded, in his bed was a female who still had her own mind, and he allowed himself to kiss her.
As they battled in a kiss, she moved under him and allowed him to slide into her cunt. They both sighed, returning to mutual pleasure. Despite his normal life, he would never fuck a slave while she received as much pleasure as he was feeling, slowly and gently. No easy thrusts, building to a mutual release while being able to look him in the eye.
The female wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him faster and harder to take her over the edge he did as requested feeling his own.
"Oh Chase," the female breathed the words as her lover started to match his thrusts to his own rhythm.
