Rykard let the sight wet his appetite for a little bit. The bunny dy dragged her tongue through Miyo’s cunt as if it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. “That’s a good girl, please me for our Master,” the vixen purred, then bit her lower lip. Little gyrations of the redhead’s hips pushed her smooth cunt against the mouth of the spontaneous addition to her dom’s harem.

  Ayama started wet and was soon dripping. Her bubble butt was high in the air. The cute fluff of her bunny tail twitched with excitement, while wide hips swayed. The motions were enough to get the abundant meat of her thighs rippling. No wonder no one had been able to afford this body.

  He was not only going to get it for free, he was going to get her fealty in exchange. With that in mind, Rykard stripped out of his clothes. A snap of his fingers announced his nudity. Miyo smiled at that moment and retreated a bit, leaving Ayama to look over her shoulder, top still lowered, bottom still raised.

  The moment she saw his nude form, the courtesan turned concubine’s eyes were filled with a needy glint. Silver eyes roamed his defined form, then focused on his hard cock. Even if she was a virgin, she wasn’t innocent and she likely had seen her share of dicks just because of the environment she was in.

  There was no comment from her, no plea or demand. All she did was put a hand on her derriere. Fingers sunk into the peach shape of her ass, spreading her cheeks and swollen mons, revealing the light pink of her inner folds. A fresh drop of pussy juice fell.

  Rykard got behind her round ass, grabbing a handful of the pliable meat. “Say, what do you think you are right now, Ayama?” he asked.

  “A sex sve about to be cimed,” she decred.

  For the certainty in her answer, Rykard had only one punishment. He swatted her magnificent ass hard enough that the ripple spread to her thighs. Surprised, pained, and delighted, the bunny dy moaned at the pain. Rykard could smell her growing arousal. He could read her like a book. She was a freak, repressed by waiting so long that age had killed much of her sex drive. Now all of that was crashing back in, emphasizing things she had wanted for so long without knowing it.

  Rykard knew. It was one of the reasons why he had wanted her restored in the first pce. His intuition for finding the kind of sexual deviant that belonged in his harem was sharp and had only gotten sharper.

  “Miyo is a sex sve,” Rykard stated. “Do you think you’re on the same level as Miyo?”

  “O-of course not,” the seductive courtesan stammered.

  “Exactly. You’re a set of holes.”

  Her dom’s decration had the bunny dy swoon. “No one ever talked to me like that.”

  “No one will ever talk to you like that. Anyone who bad-mouths my pets will know my wrath.” Rykard smacked her bouncy ass again, leaving a red mark on the other cheek. “You’re not a sex sve. I would have to buy a sex sve. You’re a courtesan who’s selling herself to a Master at a loss. You’re a cunt, a mouth, and an asshole begging to be filled.”

  Every demeaning word made the woman before him even wetter. The scent of peaches and cherries intensified, an aroma rising from her aroused state. “Yes, Master!” she confirmed. “I’m a shame to my profession!”

  “You exist solely to please me. We’ll fuck like rabbits and I’ll fill you with my seed as I please. Were it not for other circumstances, you’d leave this room bred. Nourishing my children is the natural state for a fuck bunny like you.” Rykard rubbed the head of his cock against her swollen mons.

  “Please, yes, Master!” Ayama moaned. Every muscle in her body was tense. She barely managed not to thrust back against him.

  The dom’s cock glided a little lower. Pushing between her plump thighs, Rykard enjoyed the sensation of smooth skin, slippery from overflowing pussy juice. Just a few thrusts had his manhood fully covered in the sticky lubrication. “Every centrimetre of your being exists to please me, correct?”

  “Yes, Master!”

  “You’re my fuck pet. A horny piece of personal property that I can use however I want, correct?”

  “YES! Master!” Ayama shouted, clearly at the edge of her first orgasm in many, many years.

  Rykard moved with calcuted slowness. His cock glided over her sensitive, outer folds, leaving her at the edge of orgasm. He aligned his manhood with the light pink of her folds. The bright colour was gorgeous surrounded by her moonlight pale skin. The head pressed against the resistance of her uncimed insides, then penetrated her folds.

  Animalistic noises left the fuck pet’s mouth. By the grace of habit, even her pre-orgasmic writhings were elegant. Her hands glided over the silk sheets as if she was evening a board of sand with a ruler. Her bubble butt quivered, her fat thighs jiggled, her tits spilled out under her curved torso. She kept herself positioned to put special emphasis on her ass, like she would have trained a great many courtesans to do. No, her effort went even beyond that. This was a submissive dispying herself for her Master - a pet for her owner.

  Rykard sheathed his manhood all the way inside her and watched the proud, shrewd dy of the house bite the bedsheet to keep herself from being too loud. A habit that he immediately punished with a swat. “Let me hear you scream, breeding bunny.”

  “Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeee—aasssssssssshhhh!” Ayama threw her head back, the orgasmic wail bouncing off the walls of the room and beyond. A lifetime of sexual frustration was repced with the pure bliss of submission.

  No time was lost in pounding this ecstasy deeper into her head. Rykard grabbed one of her ears in each hand and yanked her head further back. Her pussy tightened even further at the mixture of pain and pleasure. The tight tunnel gripped him so hard, he could not have moved had she not been flooded with bliss.

  PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

  The rapid sounds of a rough pounding echoing in the room. Rykard was hammering her from behind, pounding her bottom-heavy hourgss curves as if he had paid her weight in silver for just one night. No lesser enthusiasm was allowed when ciming the virginity of a fuck bunny this gorgeous. Rykard held himself to that standard.

  “That’s it, rabbit slut,” Rykard groaned. “Keep thrusting your hips back at me. Show me how much you need that cock.”

  “Ye—-” Ayama started, then stopped when he yanked on her ears a little harder. The long things were even sturdier than hair and she seemed to love it thrice as much as even his most masochistic sex sves when he pulled at them.

  “Pets don’t talk. I’ll let you know when you are a sex sve again. Then you are at least allowed to behave like a person!”

  Ayama came again in that moment - harder even than before. The gushing of her cunt was just short of squirting. ‘I’ll get her there soon enough,’ he thought. ‘A bunny slut like her will probably cum her brains out when I start pumping her pussy full.’

  They fucked like rabbits in the roughest, most erotic sense. Short hard thrusts kept driving his manhood into her depths. Pussy juice ran down her thighs, staining the sheets where he kept her. Every impact on her ass was hard enough to make the fat on the squishy bits of the healthily thin woman jiggle. Always he kept pulling on her ears, never allowing her to escape. All the while she kept shaking her hips, meeting his thrusts. She was a seasoned, virginal courtesan, learned in the arts of sex without ever having it.

  Not that she got to use any of her tricks to extract his seed and money faster. 99% of her arsenal was useless. He was in control, and she was simply supporting the breaking of her own mind. “You really never stood a chance, cumdump,” he growled to her. “Tell me, MIyo, what does she look like?”

  The vixen followed the scene in an entranced state. Her fingers pyed with her lips and traced the shape of the mark on her womb that he had pced there. Despite never touching her cunt, the pregnant redhead was clearly climaxing. She really was the perfect sve, orgasming just from dispys of his dominance.

  “She has the proper expression, Master,” Miyo reported, her usually calm and cool voice repced by a loving warmth. “Blushing, her hair a mess, her eyes unable to focus, pink lips agape with her moans.”

  “You may have even gotten her into heat.”

  “Oh? Let’s test that theory.” Rykard pulled out of the courtesan. An immediate, desperate noise came from her. She sat up like a panicked bunny, turned to him, spotted his cock, and immediately dropped back on all fours. “You’re allowed to talk, if you want to.”

  “Cock!” That was the singur word the former virgin formed, before her pink lips wrapped around his manhood.

  Rykard had heard about the intense heat of bunny girls. It effectively worked like a multiplier on their arousal. Once they reached a threshold of horny, they turned into absolute sluts that existed just for breeding. For that reason, bunny girls were often said to be promiscuous. In reality, most bunny girls were very careful who they id with, so they didn’t go into heat in a bad situation. The few that did not care were really, really renowned as easy to fuck sluts, however.

  What man did not delight in a woman that treated his cock like it was the only thing that mattered in the world.

  The fuck pet called Ayama only had one goal in life at that moment: get his cock as deep into him as possible. Which hole mattered fairly little. The bunny sve immedaitely deepthroated his entire manhood as if she was a seasoned cocksucker. Whether she had trained for this at some point or not did not matter, her entire being was dedicated to the pleasing of the man that had put her into heat now.

  Rykard kept his hands to himself for a minute and just followed the utterly depraved bobbing of the white-purple-haired fuck bunny. She barely managed to get the tight ring of her lips away from the base of his cock, before mate-securing instincts made her slide back down. Saliva dripped from her chin. Her whole body quivered in delight. Rewarding endorphins flooded her system every second she did as much as touch a cock.

  Heat like this in nature often leads to the female seeking out whatever partner they could find. In human-adjacent species it typically lead to pair-bonding - again, the aforementioned bunny girl sluts that chased orgasmic highs over retionships notwithstand. Rykard let her choke on his cock for a little bit. It was hot, sloppy, and a natural part of engraving her status as his into her brain.

  However, he did not want to cum down her throat.

  Grabbing both of her ears, Rykard pulled her off his cock. It was like trying to remove a magnet from a metal surface at first, but submissive instincts kicked in. He pinned the bottom-heavy bunny down, ears in one fist, her wrists under the other. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist.

  Rykard was more impressed than anything that she managed to push her cunt over his cock in this position. The held bunny sve pulled herself up with her legs, letting out a relieved series of sounds as much moans as nonsensical and slurred sylbles.

  “Look at me,” Rykard ordered her. The fuck pet in heat blinked a couple of times before she managed to focus on him. “This is the face of your man. Your body, your lust, your womb, your holes, and your heat belong to me and me alone, understood?”

  Eagerly, she nodded. There was a modicum of grace in those motions, still, but even her muscle memory was overpowered by the sheer intensity of what must have been either her first heat ever or the first time she could just let go of her personhood rather than focus on getting herself off enough times with toys.

  Weaving a quick spell, Rykard cleaned the marks of the deepthroat from Ayama’s face. He loved the look, but not did not want to taste himself on those pale pink lips when he bowed down to cim them again. Her hips hovered off the mattress. She was clinging onto him with all she had. Her legs rexed and tensed, simuting little thrusts.

  Not enough for Rykard.

  He pushed her down, drove her round ass into the mattress, and thrust into her depths with long and loud motions. His orgasm was close, very close. He devoured every moan rumbling from her throat, kept her pinned and hammered her to another climax before finally letting go.

  Their simultaneous release was a moment of total bliss. Pussy juices squirted all over their unified sexes. Seed pumped into her depths, giving Ayama a taste of all she was going to experience in the future. She writhed and shouted under him, her bliss made audible, filling the complex she led.

  Rykard’s orgasm slowly petered out. He removed himself from her agape cunt, to decorate some of her skin with his seed. She kept on twitching. The heat had been satisfied enough that she managed to moan the word, “Mashtahr,” between intense spasms.

  “I am not done with you yet, pet,” Rykard hummed and pushed back into her. His still hard cock twitched as her agape hole massaged his length once again with its bumps and folds. “Miyo, you should let her have another taste of you.”

  “Thank you, Master,” Miyo purred and climbed on top.

  Ayama was present of mind enough to take a hold of Miyo’s thighs. Alternatively, she was entering heat again and this was just what bunny girls did in these situations. EIther way, she held onto the vixen’s legs and began to please her superior in the harem.

  All the while, Rykard thrust in and out of her at a leisurely pace. No need to hurry himself too much when he was still sensitive from his st orgasm.

  Last round he had focused on her ass and thighs. He still got to see (and feel) plenty of both in the missionary position. While the jiggle of her bottom squish remained delightful, Rykard took some additional interest in her chest. Ayama was bottom-heavy, but she was a bottom-heavy hourgss. Unlike most women with notably wide hips, this courtesan turned concubine had a nice rack to her. The pair of sinful mounds swayed up and down with every one of his thrusts.

  Rykard reached down and copped a feel. Not the biggest chest he had ever squished, that honour went to Vyra or Hey, but a really nice bit of kneadable flesh anyhow. Ayama moaned under the touch, screamed even when he pinched her nipple and pulled.

  “How I love masochistic relief tools,” Rykard decred and gave her tits a smack. They jiggled from the impact, then from the accelerated pace.

  Rykard kept pistoning in and out of her as deeply as the hug of her hips allowed. Tongue penetrating Miyo’s cunt, the bunny sve kept up her duty as well. On a hair trigger, Miyo was tongue-fucked from one orgasm to the next. Her green eyes remained always glued onto where her Master was sliding into the new member of their Estate.

  “Watching me break in this new cocksleeve is getting you off more than her tongue is,” Rykard observed.

  “Yes, Master,” Miyo answered, relishing in that fact. “I lo-ohhh-ve it! Ah, your hard cock deserves all the holes you wish for. I’m your good girl, take all the harem members you wish! More, make me the first of more.”

  “Such a well-trained sex sve,” he smirked at her. “I love you.”

  “I love you too, Master.”

  “Cum when I cum,” he ordered the redhead, then went into a sprint. He put everything he had into the rapid pounding that followed. Ayama’s back arced hard under the sudden assault. Tits bounced. Fingers cwed into Miyo’s pale thighs. Orgasm after orgasm made the white-purple-haired cumdump gush.

  Rykard’s second release was no less intense than his first. Spurt after spurt of thick cum pumped into her, filling her depths with more of the baby batter. For half a minute, he kept shooting loads into her, until his balls stopped tightening as intensely. After another minute he was finally done. Her pussy was still twitching all around him at that point.

  Miyo and Ayama both came hard with him. Ayama harder, of course, no amount of training could make Miyo feel quite the same ecstasy as getting filled up after a rough pounding. Still, she left Ayama’s face a little messy.

  By gesture of the dom in the room, Miyo followed him to kneeling besides Ayama. The bunny girl was twitching continuously. Her eyes were rolled up, her cunt agape and oozing huge amounts of cum. On her lower abdomen, a freshly pced mark sat above her womb. A swift and easy spell woven into the act of cumming into her. Her consent was his throughout the entire process. Just another part of him that she accepted into herself.

  Quite a wonderful sight for a first time.