Kaito stormed into the dim room, the door slamming shut behind him. Sylra stood there, her slender elf frame draped in a thin, tattered shift, silver hair cascading down her back. Her emerald eyes flicked to him, submissive, unresisting. She was his slave, bound to obey. He crossed the room in three strides, his dick already stirring in his pants.
“I want sex,” he said, voice hard and flat. Sylra didn’t flinch, didn’t hesitate. She nodded once, stepping closer, her small boobs pressing against the fabric. He smirked, grabbing her arm, yanking her to him. Her body was light, fragile, but he didn’t care about gentle.
Kaito shoved Sylra against the cabin wall, her elf frame trembling. Her emerald eyes flickered with fear. His dick throbbed, eager to claim her virgin pussy. He yanked her tunic up, exposing her perky boobs, nipples stiff. She gasped, flushing pink.