Hours later

Your master lays back on his bed of furs, exhausted and covered in sweat. He's spent the last few hours fucking each of your holes multiple times, making you scream as he fills you up in every possible way. Right now your between his legs with his balls in your mouth, sucking them and encouraging another load to brew up for you.

You gaze up at his face, he's clearly deep in thought, a feeling you're now completely unfamiliar with. But it's not your place to ask questions, so you keep your mouth busy with his balls, switching back and forth between licking them and sucking them.

"Decisions, decisions." he muses to himself.

"Master?" You pop his orbs from your lips a d ask.

"I could sell you and make a shit load of gold." He says without a great deal of enthusiasm. Master does love gold, but maybe he's found greater treasure. "But with how well you took to the collar, I think I wouldn't mind keeping you for myself. Slaves like you are a rare breed."

This question clearly weighs heavily on master. You keep pleasuring him in the hopes that it will relieve some of the mental pressure.