The Hero didn't speak. He didn't need to. I was a thing beneath his hands. I would obey without complaint, I would do what he wanted. I was shattered beyond repair. He hadn't let me come after all. I didn't understand why, but I knew it was true. I had failed him. This was my fate.
His fingers probed my flesh, igniting my lusts anew. I didn't want to get excited, but my body was on fire. I knew I would be denied again, but I was so desperately horny I couldn't help it. I was what he'd made me. I took some small comfort in knowing that, even as I moaned pitifully in response to his touch.
Master pulled the plug from my ass and set it aside. I felt empty without it. Hollow. I wanted it back. It felt like it belonged there already. It was important to me. It had been my test. But I couldn't complain. I was so exhausted. So tired of the fire in my body that wouldn't go out.
He shifted, and his thick cock entered my empty asshole. My entire body stiffened, then relaxed. Why not? Sure. Fuck my ass. I actually enjoyed it. I moaned in approval as he started to fuck me. I'd hit the lowest low. Moaning like a bitch in heat as the Hero fucked my ass in a puddle of my own tears and pussy juice. And I loved it. I loved what he'd turned me into. I loved the freedom I felt as I just gave up trying to be anything else and assumed the identity he'd chosen for me. Who was I to argue with him? He was a god.
My orgasm took my so by surprise that I screamed. My whole body convulsed around his cock. I couldn't breathe and struggled to gasp for air as my world became a single bright point of blinding pleasure and pressure. A moment stretched into infinity and then I came crashing back to myself, panting and howling softly beneath him. I came again. And again. I lost count. I lost the ability to count, to think.
My voice failed me as I melted into a mess of sparking nerves and twitching muscles. It was just as well. I wouldn't care if anyone happened to hear and see us, except that I knew my master wanted to keep me as his dirty little secret, all to himself.
Master had taken everything from me. Heart, mind, body, soul, pride, shame. Everything. I belonged to him in every way it was possible to belong to another person, and I would never be free of him again. I didn't want to be. I was his now and I was happy. I would serve him to the depths of hell. But no one else could know until he was ready, no matter how much I wanted them to know.
For him, I would play my part in the outside world. The dutiful Royal Mage. The pretty, unattainable genius bitch.
It was for him that I would hide the truth. That I was his loyal ****. His dark mage. His broken, **** little whore.
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