Mato Seihei No Slave Novels & Stories

"That wasn't a nightmare, Gwen. That was reality. You are stuck here forever." "I want to bargain, then," she said and now she saw both men's interest was piqued although she could see how the two of them were looking at her as though waiting for her to try and give her best shot. What she learned from talking to Henrietta earlier is that she has a choice. And if Hades won't give it to her for some fucked up pact he made with her parents many years ago, she would try and negotiate. "I will do the service," she said and she was surprised to hear her own voice not trembling. "I will be your slave and you use me whenever or wherever you want."

' He asked, chuckling, 'The council must be irritating you. I chose not to respond to Kade because, at that moment, the busty blond servant had brought in my meal. This blood slave was elderly, not my usual type, but I knew I would be feeding to kill with my current appetite, and I wasn't ready to take the life of one of the younger slaves. Once my slaves got to a certain age, I would typically free them, giving them the paperwork and a unique mark that marked them as free humans. There was only a couple. I kept past that age, usually the woman who chose not to leave. This particular slave was Martha; she'd been mine since she was eighteen. She was now into her nineties, and the doctor had d

"Shit, Julia. You didn't even wipe yourself off after having sex, did you? I can smell it on you, plain as day." "Master told me not to. He wanted me to be reminded of what I am, a slutty sex slave." "Master? His name is Scott, you know. You haven't forgotten have you?" "Not anymore. I don't think of him as Scott anymore. I think Sunday was the last time I thought Scott in my head. Now all I think is Master, or sir, or my owner. I'm not pretending to be a sex slave anymore. I am a sex slave. He's made me his."

she asked his son "Mum, since when did my private life become a chapter of a new book for you to read into?"He asked rhetorically, staring at his mother who seemed happy. Since when did his mother become so close to his slave, he thought. "She is good and she is nice too, who knows you both might make a good couple "She added taking him by surprise, he had never thought of making her his mate, even if the moon goddess makes her his second chance mate, he will gladly reject their mate bond. Not after what she had done.

I gasp. I bite my lower lip after feeling another slap from him. My body reacts, contracts, excites... Hmm... I declare myself an extreme masochist. This is just sex, and it will stay that way. "Stay still," he orders. "I'm going to fuck you," he mutters. "Today, you've driven me crazy, and I'll fuck you until you scream for more and more." Hearing him say that suffocates me, excites me, and incites me.

Rose strolled around Alpha Alex’s compound, it is so broad, full of space with every type of beautiful tree that can be seen in the forest. There were fruits as well like oranges, mangoes, guavas and so on. But as a slave, she dare not pluck or lay her hands on one. As she walked around cautiously, her mind drifted to the memories of the horrors she endured under the cruel hands of the old female chef’s “Maggi”. Rose felt miserable, a person she hasn’t met or related with before “is this how pitiful my life turned out?” She asked herself unaware it’s the nature of the old chef to break the slaves and make them obedient to their commands.

"Don't worry, there's nothing for you to worry about. All you need to do is to stay calm and observe how everything is going on. Enjoy your meal as well and smile when you can." "I didn't promise you anything. I'll try my best to be able to stay strong but I'm scared." "Of what?"My eyes turned to meet her gaze. "The people, I don't know how to eat in this kind of place, I'm a slave–" "You are mine!" When she uttered that she was a slave, I could feel the anger in me grow. Why can't she understand that she is not a slave but mine, she is my mate and nothing can ever change that?

I could feel eyes on me the more I walked towards it. ‘’I have what you want, every answer you seek... Even questions you ask… I can answer, and walk over to me’’ no one was there with me, and the more I glanced over my shoulders making sure I was not hearing things, the more the voice repeated itself. Yes I had questions, questions I was desperately seeking answers to. It was no secret a slave is born without a wolf for she has to be nothing but a sacrifice to the spirit of Zeranda. I have read past tales about my other counterparts, but hearing him call me mate, only made me doubt myself and my origin even more.

“I know I am a slave. You selected me to be yours, so now, you own me. Is that not what a mate is when it comes to being a slave?” “No, that is not the meaning of being a Mate," I said, shocked by her words.