She becomes his.

He was wrong.

There was one thing left that she had to offer him. The thing he wanted most.

It was her final, **** option. If he rejected it, she wouldn't know how she could go on. Back then, she would died before she would give it to him, but now, she couldn't imagine living on without him.

Stiffly, she stood in front of him. And then, shaking like a leaf in the wind, she lowered herself onto her knees, and then pressed her head onto the floor. "I'm sorry..." she sobbed, "I won't disobey your orders ever again. I'll do anything and everything you say. You can do anything you want with me. Please..." she swallowed hard again and said haltingly, "Please... ****... my... knife-ear... whore... pussy..."

A long oppressive silence filled the room, but the sound of her heart beating in her ears grew louder and louder with each passing second. There was blood in her mouth as she bit onto her tongue to not speak, or even whimper. She was so scared that if she did anything to interrupt his thinking, that he wouldn't hesitate to cast her aside.

Suddenly, the heavy door slammed shut, making her flinch, and there was sharp pain as she was pulled upwards by her hair. Wincing, she fought to keep her hands down, as she endured his evil stone-faced frown.

Pulling her in so that she had to look him in the eye, he glared into hers, and saw that all resistance was gone, and that he had finally broken her will. The corner of his lip lifted once more and he said, "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" before kissing her roughly.

She kissed him back with the ferocity of a starved animal, tugging his tongue into her mouth and sucking on it hard, like she was afraid that it would escape. Her hands flew upwards, tugging free the knots that held her armor together, saving him the trouble. When it fell onto the floor, she felt herself be shoved powerfully backwards. Tripping on her armor, she landed chest first onto the table. Shaking her head to clear it, she worked quickly to undress herself, and spread her legs. Reaching under her, she pulled back the dark petals of her lower lips, revealing the bright pink petals of her most intimate parts. "Here..." she begged, already feeling herself moisten. "**** me here..."

Striding up to her with his cock leading the way, he warmed up one cheek and gave it a hard smack this time, harder than how he usually would. Her grip tightened around her nethers as she flinched from the pain, and she let out a yelp. "Thank you... May I please have another?" she hissed, just as he'd trained her to do.

"No," he smirked. "But I'll tell you what you can have. Stand up."

Without hesitation, she straightened up and he laid down on the table instead. Finding the most stable place, he aimed his cock straight up and said, "Get up here, and **** yourself with my cock."

Swallowing, she climbed up and squatted awkwardly over his hips. This was the first time she was ever on top, and the first time her pussy was being used, so she had no idea what to do or how she was supposed to please him with it. But she knew that he would teach her. All she had to do was trust him. Taking hold of it, she lined herself up, and slowly lowered herself onto him.

Soft, wet, squelching noises were interrupted by pants of effort and pleasure as she inched her way down towards his hips. All he did was support his head with his hands, reveling in the sensations of her pussy walls clamping around him, as well as the mixed look of concentration, confusion, and pleasure of his toy. Her hips met his eventually, and she shuddered violently. "So how is it, slut? Was it worth being so stubborn before?" he asked.

His words had to bounce around in her head for a while, because she was too focused on digging her fingers into his chest to stop herself from floating away. She felt so fulfilled from having both holes filled with her plug and his cock. "N-no..." she wheezed, feeling her everything tighten every time she breathed. "I was so wrong... It's so good... much more than my ass..."

Giving her a moment to get used to him, he chuckled at her. "It feels even better when you move."

Setting her knees, she started to lift and drop her hips, and dots started dancing in front of her eyes. "Ye-yes... it does..." she murmured, going cross-eyed. "It feels so good I could cum..."

"Not yet," he commanded plainly. There were things she needed to agree to, in order for him to let her do that.

His hands roamed freely on her front, grasping, squeezing, and playing with whatever they wanted to, making her moan and groan, as she fought to not climax. "Do you swear to be my obedient servant, from now until your last day?"

"I-I-I swear... Can I cum now?" she whimpered.

"No. Not yet," he continued, to which she whined loudly. "Do you swear to please me, whenever and wherever I want, from now until your last day?"

"I swear, I swear... Please now...?"

"Not quite." His voice, tone, and eyes became deathly serious. "Do you swear to tell the story of my glory, long after I'm gone, from now until your last breath?"

"YES I SWEAR!" she screamed, almost mad from holding back for so long.

"Cum."

Deep, throaty roars echoed through the halls, making anyone who heard it shiver nervously. They knew who was in that room, and for her to be making those kinds of noises, it only added to his fearsome reputation.

Taking over, he thrusted up into her limp body triumphantly. With her help, training the other one would be so much easier now. And after that, he would find another, and then another, and another, until his story was spread across the world. His name and memory would live on through these pathetic long-lived creatures, that were so insufferably difficult to wipe out.

So long, he hoped, that future generations would not remember him as a man, but as a God.

That, was true immortality.