"The little mare understands," Celes, easily persuaded by Lucas, nodded meekly and gazed fearfully at the dog leash held firmly in Lucas's hand. "Then, does Master plan to take the little mare out for a walk...?" Though Lucas possessed top-tier invisibility magic, allowing him to parade this long-legged beauty through the streets without concern, his mind was preoccupied elsewhere today.

He tugged the leash sharply, forcing Celes to turn around and present her plump, ample rear to him. After stripping her completely, he slid down from the edge of the bed, parted his legs slightly, and mounted her bare back.

Lucas's full weight pressed down on Celes. As a third-rank wizard who trained regularly, bearing his weight was not physically strenuous, but the humiliating posture made her feel truly like a mare. Shame and anger flushed her face and warmed her entire body.

Lucas showed no mercy. He yanked the leash, forcing the long-legged beauty to arch her neck just to breathe properly, while his other hand swung the whip backward, landing a fierce strike on the meaty curves of Celes's buttocks.

"Quick, crawl to the bathroom!" Lucas commanded, as if genuinely riding a horse—left hand gripping the reins (the leash), right hand wielding the whip, his feet nudging the mare's breasts to drive her forward on all fours.

Enduring the stinging pain in her rear, Celes strained every muscle to crawl toward the bathroom.

The short distance took over a minute to cover. Only when they reached the full-length mirror in the bathroom did Lucas tug the leash, signaling Celes to halt.

"Look at your pathetic state now!" Lucas used the leash to force Celes's shame-lowered head up, compelling her to face the mirror. "Well? What are your thoughts?"

Humiliated and wronged, a mist of tears already clouding her vision, Celes stared at her reflection: dressed like a queen, yet kneeling on all fours like a bitch, a naked man riding her back, the leash in his hand connected to the collar around her neck, his gaze dripping with contempt and mockery.

The moment their eyes met in the mirror, a sudden realization shuddered through Celes's body.

Tears streamed silently down her face, but her voice came out soft and sweet: "This little mare belongs to Master. Being ridden by Master is only natural. The little mare feels deeply honored to serve as Master's mount."

"Wrong," Lucas shook his head. "You should say: 'It is my honor to do anything for Master.'"

"Master is right to correct me," Celes blinked, stopping her tears. "It is this little mare's honor to do anything for Master."

"Good, you understand," Lucas smiled. "Then Master will favor you once more."

He dismounted from Celes's back, moved behind the long-legged beauty, discarded the whip, lifted the horsetail plug, and exposed the tender, hairless pussy.

The tip of his cock prodded at the entrance, finding it already moist, then thrust forward, spreading the tight passage and plunging deep into her core in one forceful motion. Celes trembled violently, emitting a youthful, lewd cry.

"...Ah... Thank you, Master... The little mare loves Master's big cock... fucking the little mare so good..." Lucas never released the leash, forcing Celes to keep her head raised, staring at her own reflection.

Behind her, beneath the brown horsetail, Lucas pumped his cock relentlessly in and out of her pussy, his hips and abdomen slapping hard against her buttocks with sharp, crisp sounds.

Between them, a silver leash stretched from the collar around her neck to Lucas's tightly clenched hand.

In front, her face was flushed, eyes glazed over, screaming obscenities loudly. That debauched voice and expression, though seemingly unfamiliar, constantly reminded Celes of the cruel reality: she had become a man's sex slave.

The more she witnessed her own disgraceful image in the mirror, the more aroused Celes became; the more aroused, the more wanton her expressions and moans grew.

Amplified by this feedback loop, her pleasure peaked rapidly, long before the fucking had lasted long.

"...Master... so powerful... the little mare can't... take it anymore... Master... do you see... how slutty the little mare looks... Master... do you like the little mare's slutty appearance... Master... fuck me... faster... harder... quick... ah!" The long-legged beauty let out a high, piercing moan that echoed through the bathroom.

She came, trembling, limbs going weak, nearly collapsing, but Lucas continued thrusting vigorously into her pussy.

The leash kept Celes from falling, forcing her to struggle upright, her face a mask of agony as she begged Lucas for mercy.

"...Ah... Master... wait before fucking... slower... slower... please... Master... I beg you, Master..." Ignoring her tearful pleas, Lucas kept pistoning his cock relentlessly.

Her post-orgasm pussy, cool and tight, clenched fiercely around Lucas's cock. The incredibly snug fit, combined with the slick fluids, made for an heavenly fucking experience.

Caught up in the frenzy, Lucas pulled the leash tighter and tighter. The silver collar choked Celes, rendering her nearly speechless, teetering on the edge of suffocation.

The little mare's eyes rolled back, yet waves of pleasure from her pussy flooded her brain. The extreme stimulation, straddling heaven and hell, made Celes hypersensitive, climaxing again and again, ejaculating every few dozen thrusts.

Her fluids gushed out incessantly, his cock unable to stem the flow, the floor beneath their union becoming a wet puddle.

Finally, a bolt of electric pleasure shot through his nerves. With a low growl, Lucas buried his cock deep against the long-legged beauty's core, pumping spurt after spurt of thick, pungent semen into her tender womb.

Sated, Lucas finally released the leash, allowing Celes, nearly unconscious, to collapse onto the floor.

After a moment's thought, he first helped the immobile long-legged beauty bathe again, brushed her teeth, and dried her body, then carried her freshly fragrant form back to bed, drawing her into his embrace.

"...Thank you, Master..." Celes naturally wrapped her arms around Lucas's neck, her beautiful long legs entwining his waist, covering his face and neck with kisses like falling rain. "The little mare felt so good just now... better than dying... Thank you, Master..."

During the first two times she was fucked, Sarah had been present, so afterward, the long-legged beauty had naturally sought comfort with Sarah, who made her feel safe.

But tonight, she was fucked alone and subjected to breath-play sex. In her dazed state, she instinctively snuggled against Lucas, who had cared for her afterward.

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