Mato Seihei No Slave Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She’s might be a slave to Asher but not to Axel. “If you ever let him have you before me, You won’t like it Selene! If i call for you, Don’t keep me waiting!” He said, release her hand before getting out of her room. “You have no right to do that to her!” Asher snarled while Raven heart accelerate, “she’s just a slave to you why do you care so much!” Raven couldn’t be more annoyed. “Don’t forget she’s my mate too!” He said emphasizing on the word “mate”.

The memories had shaken me to my core, but I was more composed now. King Ashton turned to the Seer, saying, "What the hell was that?" The Seer gazed at me attentively before responding, "So this girl is a mate to both of you." No one from the alphas responded, but I could feel how tense the atmosphere had become. "I suppose the silence means yes, though it's not a common occurrence for someone to be a mate to two Lycans, let alone to two alphas," the seer continued, breaking the tension in the room. "But this powerful connection actually holds significance."

He stated bringing back her attention, she nods and he released her jaw, he rest his hands on the bed, giving Imogen a challenging look. She held back for a bit, then remembered her former mistress Samantha words. A s3x slave is expected to do anything, anything to satisfy her master. And that is what she is, she is a s3x slave and he is her master. She brought her mouth closer to his c*ck, licking the tip of his c*ck. "Mmm" A loud moan escaped from Simon but yet he still had a strict look on. She took his huge d*ck into her mouth, stroking it as she sucks on it as fast as she could to put him in great ecstasy soon.

said Amar with a smile staring at Axelina's innocent body in front of him right now. Will God give Axelina a chance to be happy, or vice versa? Axelina is forced to be Amar Trixeon's sex slave for the rest of her miserable life.

“She will be. She isn’t ungrateful, unlike the humans.” “You two are so much in love!” she said with a jealous pang. “We are… She is going to be my wife and she is my mate.” He crossed his hands across his chest. “Also stop asking foolish questions to me. No one in my kingdom questions their king and you are—” “A slave!” she completed his sentence brazenly. “I know, I know. You don’t have to remind me time and again.”

This book holds three stories, they are series that is needed to be together. 1. The Slave Mafia. To save my Mother. "You're just my Slave, Olivia." I gasped at his words, those words subsisted enough to shatter me to pieces. But what should I do with it? I am nothing. "But... you tell me those words! You tell me you love me!" "I don't love you. I will never love you." River said with cold eyes. My jaw dropped and my eyes went wide, I came back to the reality, where I was fooling myself.

Though truth be told, I did little more than wait my turn, yet my body has already decided that it's done enough for the day. Tossing some crispier bits of bacon and an omelette onto my plate, I make my way towards a dining table. There are three set up in the room, which sits just off of the kitchen. I plant myself at the emptiest one and feel myself tense up a little, feeling every pair of eyes at the table on me. The ones who were animatedly talking become silent as I settle down. I cringe inwardly and avoid looking at any of them. “It’s Lisandra- the slave; the bait,” I can hear a taunting voice, purposely just loud enough for me to hear.

I turned my head to his side and briefly held my breath. ‘Damn it. Why is he so handsome?’ Hate the idea that I was getting infatuated with a psycho, so I avoided his gaze very quickly. Then, I forged a cough. “Ahem.” Without looking back at him, I opened my lips, “I am here now. So, tell me. How should I pay you back and terminate the slave contract?” “You will work as a maid.” “Huh?” I uttered as I turned my head to his side. “You need more maid?”

The name sounded familiar but I couldn't place my finger on it so I just brushed the thought aside. “Why, Miguel?” “Why what?” “Why me? Why do you even want a slave?” “You interest me that's why. You do things to me just by giving me that death stare.” He let out a sigh. “I want a slave because you're bound by a contract, you will do anything I say. Relationships are meaningless to me, you have more freedom in a relationship and I don't want that. As a slave, you have no choice.” “Psychopath!”