Jaina reached up to run her hand down the chest of Thellios, the duke of Agiston, as he hammered away between her legs. She held her legs wide with feet in the air as her body rocked with every impact. Her breathing was a series of hungry moans as she used her body to plead for more. She thrashed her head, red hair falling off her long pointed ears as green eyes rolled back. The orgasm that twisted her stomach was pure heaven, and she called out softly, begging him for more.
It was the ninth time they had made love that day, and by her count, that meant there were five more to come. Jaina was Roric's thank you to the duke for his assistance in the battle and ongoing protection. The duke being a clever man, invited fourteen noble ladies to come and meet Jaina at a brunch held in her honor. He went to great lengths to ensure each woman shook Jaina's hand and then entertained them for a short bit. When they left, he shared his plan with Jaina, and she laughed at its deviousness. He wanted to make love to all of them, but they had refused his advances. Now that Jaina had touched them, she could assume their forms. Jaina took them one by one, and the duke had his way with her.
Jaina played along, of course, pleading with the duke to take her in the women's voices. She tried to copy some of their mannerisms from the brunch, even being evasive and combative. One woman had been so cold-shouldered to the duke that Jaina played her that way. She refused his advances until he forced himself on her, taking what he wanted as Jaina at first resisted, then pleaded for more.
Now she was a lady Jacinth, a high elf beauty that liked to flirt shamelessly. She wore an outfit that nearly exposed all of her massive chest and used it like a weapon. Despite her display, she was all show and no action, refusing to put out. Jaina would put out for her, ensuring the duke knew her body as well as he knew the halls of his castle. Those huge breasts were in his face, bouncing with every thrust. His hands and mouth had roamed over them for nearly an hour until he could recognize them blindfolded. He had even had Jaina press them together so he could thrust between them, having his first orgasm this way.
She could still taste the flavor of orgasm as much of it landed in her open mouth. Even now, it was still on her chin and neck, a mark of his conquest. What was impressive was how much of that seed was inside her body, the duke using potions to keep restoring his stamina. They took little breaks between each new form to sip a little wine and enjoy some food. He was a funny man with a sharp wit and clever sense of humor. He told Jaina about how long he craved some of those women but would never dream of imposing on them. If they didn't want to return his affections willingly, he was content to be friends. However, his dreams still lingered, and Jaina was all too happy to fulfill them.
She loved this role and had picked the morphic for this very reason. She wanted to be any woman for any man, offering her body to suit their desires. She was excited that Roric had told her to come here and do this. She loved that he decided how her body was used, and he wanted it used often.
He cried out as his body tensed, driving harder into Jaina's flower. She felt him grow harder, and the shared orgasm coursed through her as he conquered one more of his fantasy beauties. They both held still, panting for breath, until Jaina could finally speak and finish the game.
"My lord, you have stolen my virtue," Jaina said in the woman's voice. "I fear I am yours forever now."
He smiled and rested his forehead on Jain, his breath still coming in gasps.
"If only that were true," he said. "I don't know that I could be happier."
"What makes you say that?" Jaina asked as she let the form go, resuming her normal state.
The duke looked at her as his smile weakened, a pain hidden behind that gaze. He explained that he loved her the most out of all of them. He would give anything to catch her attention, but she was the most elusive.
"Have you told her how you feel?" Jaina asked as she set her feet down, allowing her legs to rest.
"I want to tell her," the duke replied. "But she has never once intimated any form of interest. I do not wish to make a fool of myself and spoil our relationship by suggesting something."
"So you are waiting for her to make the first move," Jaina surmised. It made sense that he didn't want to embarrass himself by admitting his feelings to a woman who had absolutely none for him. Still, if he cared about her that much, he could do something to catch her attention.
"Shall we break for a bit of wine?" the duke asked and finally pulled out.
"Oh, I was enjoying having that there," Jaina said sadly.
"Ha, I have to admit, I have never known a woman like you," he said. "You are so open about sex and intimacy. You delight in sharing it."
"Why shouldn't I?" Jaina asked. "I am a sex slave, after all. Besides, I love obeying my master, and he said you needed to be thanked, and I had to do all I could to ensure it."
"You are doing a fine job," the duke laughed and climbed out of bed before offering Jaina a hand. "Rajeen speaks very highly of your master," he added as Jaina took the hand and was helped up. "She says he is a man with a unique heart and cares deeply about his slaves."
"Roric is the best master a girl could ask for," Jaina replied. "He isn't proud, jealous, or greedy. He loves us and considers us his property, but he cares about our needs. For example, he knows I have a fantasy about being forced to have sex with strangers, so he forces me to do so a lot."
"Rajeen says he uses you all as prostitutes," he said as he led Jaina to a nearby table to pour some wine.
"He does," Jania replied with a smile. "But that's part of the fun. He sells our bodies and keeps all the money, using us for profit. I know that sounds wrong, but you have to understand the mind of a sex slave. If you truly embrace what this means, you hunger for your master to put you to use. We all derive a thrill from being used that way because we have no say in it. It's hard to explain the feeling that crawls under your skin when you are being pushed to the edge of your comfort zone. Being stripped before a crowd or having sex with a man who just threw a few coins at Roric. It just can't be described in words how exciting that is."
"I can see you are struggling to convey it," the duke replied as he handed Jaina a glass. "But I get the point, you love what you are, and thus you love it when he puts you to use."
"A good simple explanation," Jaina agreed as she lifted the glass to her lips. She took a sip of the best wine she had ever tasted and wished she could take a hundred bottles with them. A pop went off outside the window, and she turned to see the night sky. A firework display was happening as part of a minor festival the duke called to help brighten the city's mood.
Jaina walked to the archway and set her glass aside as she leaned into the air. She watched as bright blue and red bursts of light flashed over the city they would soon be leaving far behind. It seemed unfair that they kept making friends and homes only to be driven off. She was tired of leaving people like the duke, Zorac, and Rajeen behind and wished there was some way they could remain.
A warm hand came to her rear as he stood behind her, admiring her dripping pussy. He poured a little wine from his cup between her cheeks, watching it run between her hungry lips.
Jaina smiled and looked back to make sure he knew she was pleased. She asked him if he had a form he would like, and he said the one she was in was the only one he wanted right now. She returned to looking at the display as he gently entered her body, his cock finding a warm welcome.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked as he slowly began to thrust.
"I was just thinking about all of this," Jaina said and waved a hand out over the city. "This place feels like home to us, and we have so many friends. But so did the last town and the one before that. We have been driven away from our homes and friends by this stupidity over slave girls. We hoped to settle nearby so we could still visit your land and the people here could come to see us. Now we have to flee so far away we will likely never see each other again."
"Are you saying you will miss me?" he asked.
Jaina looked back and nodded. "Of course, I will. You may not realize it, but this encounter is special to me. I have only been offered as a thank you twice now, counting you. And you bringing in all those women made this a lot of fun. I will treasure this encounter for the rest of my life and wish we could do it again."
"I will miss you too," he said as his gentle thrusting went on. "You, stir something in me, well probably in a lot of men. Your open honesty about sex and intimacy takes much of the fear and uncertainty out of it. It's refreshing just to be able to say I want to make love to you and have you smile and say, alright."
"So you like it to be easy," Jaina teased.
"Every man likes it to be easy," the duke corrected. "But you approach this with a level of grace that is so appealing. Despite being a sex slave and wearing a slave collar, you and the others still carry yourselves like noble women. You don't come off as trashy sluts like one would assume a sex slave is. Instead, you are beautiful, compassionate, and articulate. You make love like an adoring wife, and the look in your eyes says you can't get enough."
"I understand what you are saying," Jaina agreed. "I suppose none of us are trashy, despite what we are."
"I have heard others brag about how wonderful you are and how much they enjoy their time with you," the duke added. "They say you make them feel special and that spending time with you is like coming home to a wife after a long journey."
Jaina smiled at that analogy and closed her eyes to focus on the sex going on behind. She let out a gentle sigh and wiggled her hips to get him deeper, the gentle thrusting becoming a source of comfort.
