Riven VII: Taming the Slut Slave

"We're here."

When the two of them reached the village, the sky had already begun to yellow. The outskirts were much quieter, but inside the village it was bustling with activity.

After picking up some everyday necessities along the way and pushing through the noisy crowd, Ron carried the bundle into a tailor's shop.

He was here to have clothes made for Riven, partly as preparation for leaving this place in the near future.

Thinking about it was almost laughable: Ron had lived here for two years, and the clothes he wore were either gifts from the Ionian people he'd helped, or just strips of cloth he had bought and roughly cut into something he could tie around himself.

"Oh, Ron, what wind blew our busy little man in here?"

As soon as he walked into the tailor's shop with Riven, the old woman sitting there embroidering on a chair squinted and teased him.

She had never spared him criticism over his sense of dress.

"Hey, Granny Laya, can't I just suddenly feel like wearing something nice?" Ron rolled his eyes, irritation obvious in his tone.

Their relationship was of course a good one. For a period of time, Ron had helped Laya with plenty of work, and before long the two of them had become very familiar with each other.

"Hmph, you?" Granny Laya said with zero politeness. "A strip of cloth is enough for you."

Her tone made Riven, standing behind Ron, unable to help laughing. She had not heard such ordinary, domestic chatter in a long time.

"So tell me, what did you come here for?" Laya waved a hand dismissively, clearly not in the mood to indulge Ron.

"Definitely not here for soup, that's for sure."

Ron shot right back. Granny Laya was not only the finest needleworker in the village, she had also once served as a herb teacher in Placidium when she was young. Ron had learned much of his herb knowledge from her.

However, the old woman had one flaw: she was not very good at cooking, especially soup, which always tried so hard to be balanced that even meat broth came out smelling faintly of grass.

"If you ask me, making clothes for this young lady is your real purpose, isn't it?" Laya's eyes were sharp. She gave Riven a glance. "Mm, plenty of strength, Noxian, served in the army?"

When she asked that, Riven's foot couldn't help twitching. She had not expected her identity to be seen through at a glance.

"Yes..."

Riven lowered her head stiffly and answered in a small voice.

"She was another victim of war, betrayed by the Noxians. She's living with me now," Ron said without the slightest attempt to hide it.

Laya did not say much. She looked Riven over from head to toe, then said, "My prices aren't cheap."

"Please make them however you like, and make them well. Two sets. I'm going to stop by the smithy for a bit," Ron said, taking a stack of Ionian coins from his breast pocket and placing them on the table. Then he said to Riven, "Stay here and wait for me to come back."

"Mm." Riven obediently nodded, and Ron immediately left the tailor's shop.

After he left, Laya, who had been sitting in the chair, set aside the embroidery thread in her hand first. She pulled on a cord beside her, and the wooden door was barred shut on the other side, while the curtain was lowered over the window.

"Take off your clothes."

"Huh?"

Riven looked at her in disbelief.

"What are you staring at? Do you think an old woman like me could do anything to you?" Granny Laya glared fiercely at Riven, and only then did Riven, still somewhat bewildered, take off the clothes on her body.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you've taken a lot of damage, haven't you."

When Riven stood before her wearing only a binder and underwear, sharp-eyed Laya clicked her tongue.

"What color do you want as the main one?" she asked.

"Black." Riven said.

"Then I'll use red for the accent color." Laya glanced at her thread cabinet; she happened to have plenty of red thread left.

Riven nodded to show her agreement.

"And the second set?" Laya asked again.

"Still black."

"That's not impossible, but can you tell me why?" Laya said.

Riven nodded. "Black is harder to spot at night. During the day, I'm also easy to take as the first target. I want to protect him, so I chose black."

"I see."

Laya nodded. She flicked her hand, and the needles, thread, and cloth over there seemed to come to life as they fluttered into the air. Before Riven even had time to see clearly, only feeling a black-and-red whirlwind sweep before her eyes, a set of sharp black fitted clothes had appeared on her body. The red patterns looked both beautiful and ancient, as if they carried some profound meaning.

"This..." Riven moved a little. The clothes clinging tightly to her body had not a single flaw. They breathed well and would not interfere with any of her joints.

"It's like, like..."

"Like a second skin," Laya said with a slight smile. "A lot of people have praised my craftsmanship that way."

The black fitted cloth garment she had prepared was made from special Ionian enchanted fabric, elegant and close-fitting. It perfectly highlighted the wearer's figure while also lifting the hips.

Its inner and outer layers had been enchanted in completely different ways with ancient Ionian magical script. The outer layer was waterproof, the inner layer was ventilated, and it could also resist magical bombardment and brute force to a great extent.

In style, it was made to match Riven's heroic bearing as much as possible, a close-fitting casual outfit similar to cloth armor.

"That brat Ron should be over at the smithy preparing armor for you, so I tried to make this as fitted as possible." Laya was clearly very pleased with her work. In a sense, this outfit was airtight, covering even her hands and feet.

She sized Riven up. "Even when I was young, I didn't have a body as beautiful as yours. Don't let those bastards get away with stealing a look."

"Thank you." Riven turned a satisfied circle in front of the mirror. She had never imagined clothes could be made this way.

"If you need to take it off, pull it down from the neck. What color scheme do you want for the second set?"

"Black with dark blue." Riven said as she took off the new clothes.

Laya waved a hand, and the second outfit was finished at once.

Before Ron came back, she also made Riven more than a dozen pairs of socks, plus underwear and bras.

The two of them chatted idly for a while. In the end, Laya handed Riven a cloth-bound book.

"This..."

Riven did not quite understand what she meant.

"That boy is used to hardship. He has never worn anything good. He bought you two sets of clothes, which means he must be getting ready to leave." Granny Laya looked at Riven and said slowly.

"Over these two years, Ron has helped me a great deal, and he's helped everyone else in the village a great deal too. I'm not the kind of old woman who repays kindness with nothing, so I'll pass on a bit of my needleworker's craft to you. I hope you can make him a few clothes to wear on the road, so he doesn't keep wrapping himself in a strip of cloth every day," Laya said.

"All right, thank you, Granny." Riven took the cloth book, then knelt on one knee and bowed her head respectfully.

She also understood the weight of what that book represented, but Laya was a little unable to bear Riven's Noxian-style solemnity. "Get up, get up. Child, what are you doing?"

...

Not long after, Ron came back. First he praised Laya's skill and Riven's beauty, then exchanged a few homely words with Granny Laya, and gave Riven the pile of Ionian forged steel gear inlaid with magic from the bundle.

For example, the shoulder armor that could automatically adjust its size, the armguards and leg guards whose flexibility and toughness far exceeded expectations, and the close-fitting plated pieces that joined left and right to protect her powerful waist.

There were also enchanted iron boots that increased running speed. By the time that whole set was done, Ron had effectively spent the whole year working for nothing.

Still, the ancient crafts of Ionia were absolutely worth the price. Setting aside the imposing aura Riven had once she dressed in the set, just the full, rounded curve of her firm hips wrapped in that tight cloth outfit was enough to make Ron's blood surge.

"Do you like it?"

After saying goodbye to Granny Laya, Ron walked with Riven through the broad village streets. He reached out and tapped the light yet sturdy iron armor. This magical set could even be passed down as a family heirloom.

He had to admit that Ionian forging was a hundred times more formidable than Noxian smithing, but unfortunately, it took who knew how many generations of effort to create such magical techniques.

"Mm, it fits perfectly."

Riven nodded obediently. "How much do I owe you?"

If she could just about accept the clothes, this set of magical soft armor definitely was not cheap.

"No, take it as a gift to celebrate your recovery," Ron said, shaking his head. His gaze moved forward, and Riven also noticed the bonfire scene over there. This village seemed to be celebrating something.

But...

Riven looked back. She had to admit this was the sturdiest village she had ever seen. It did not have the usual Ionian low walls or stakes, but was built from solid stone.

Bows, longswords, iron armor.

The weapons were new. She could tell the Ionian people here were preparing for war.

At that thought, Riven could not help sighing.

"Don't think too much. Even without you, Noxus would still wage war," Ron said, patting her on the back. The fabric of that outfit was so smooth and fine that even through the thin layer he could feel Riven's body temperature.

"Mm."

His comfort made Riven feel much better.

"Come on, let's go have some fun."

Ron took Riven's hand and led her toward the bonfire. Riven, being led along, unconsciously tightened her grip around the warm hand in her palm.

Thanks to Ron's good relations with the people of the village, he also brought Riven into the bonfire dance.

They sang and danced, and enjoyed all kinds of food, including roasted meat.

But Riven's alcohol tolerance still shocked Ron. She drank down the village chief, the blacksmith, the hunters' leader, and his three underlings in one go.

...

In the end, since it was already unsafe so late at night, Ron brought Riven to Granny Laya's empty wooden cottage.

"Ron, can you..."

The red-faced, drunk Riven thrust her hips toward him, wanting to receive an enema as usual.

"That doesn't seem right." Because it was someone else's house, even if it had been vacant for a long time, if they used it like this...

Forget it. He'd buy Granny Laya a new washbasin tomorrow.

"Mm~ Just like always is fine~" Before Ron could make up his mind, Riven on the bed couldn't help swaying her full, beautiful ass, acting spoiled toward him through the haze of alcohol.

Just looking at that tight ass was enough to make his reaction impossible to suppress.

"Then take your clothes off."

Ron took out the enema apparatus with magic. He had wanted to hold back a little, but Riven's ass was simply too persuasive.

Riven quickly stripped off her clothes, revealing a body slick with sweat.

Once she had resumed position, Ron leaned forward. He pulled out the Nightmare Pillar, mixed in some clean water as usual, and inserted the enema tube's bead-ended hose into Riven's asshole.

"Mmm~ Mm~" A drunken moan sounded as the icy water quickly entered Riven's body.

Strange, why wasn't Riven... Ron leaned closer to look and found that Riven had already drifted into a half-awake, half-drunk sleep.

Honestly.

Ron sighed. Just as he was about to pull out the enema tube, a flash of inspiration struck him.

In a situation like Riven's, she would normally have blacked out. If that was the case, then when she woke up she probably wouldn't remember too many details.

And if he used the effect of the Nightmare Pillar, he could completely make Riven feel as if this were just a dream.

Having made up his mind, Ron immediately poured a powerful aphrodisiac into the enema liquid, then, just as he always did, cleaned Riven's asshole thoroughly.

"Mm~ Ah~" Once the aphrodisiac was absorbed by Riven's rectum, the burning heat quickly made her roll around on the bed in restless torment.

Ron watched silently at the trembling mound of beautiful flesh before him, savoring every inch of her from head to toe.

Her scarlet eyes were filled with a hazy, dreamy look. Riven's wheat-toned, sturdy back held perfectly even lines of muscle, and her smooth, rounded buttocks were tight and firm. Her thighs, spread slightly from riding horseback, were full of athletic flesh.

"Mm... ngh..." Ron scraped his fingernails lightly over the sweat on her back, and Riven's body soon shuddered, her full hips rocking in response to the faint pain.

"What a lewd body you have, Riven."

Ron slid his fingers toward her exposed crotch, massaging her pale, delicate sex with a deep, then shallow rhythm.

Soon, wet slick coated his fingers. Under the effect of the aphrodisiac, Riven's sensitive body flared with lust at once.

"Huff~ Hot, hot, so itchy, so hot..."

Half-drunk and half-awake, Riven only felt her asshole and pussy burning hot, while Ron took the opportunity to grasp her soft, fair little feet, teasing the soles over and over as he played with them.

"Mm..."

Before long, Riven let out a soft hum. A trembling numbness she could not resist spread from inside her body; her flexible toes weakly splayed outward from the pleasure, and then she reached her first small climax of the night.

"You even have a pair of slutty pretty feet." After the peak passed, Ron's teasing voice sounded by Riven's ear.

"I-I don't..." Riven, weak after climax, turned her head back and looked at Ron, involuntarily savoring in her mind the comfort of his massage from earlier.

In fact, she had not gotten drunk. The homemade Ionian liquor was not enough to do too much damage to her mind, and even the feeling of dizziness was within a controllable range.

Even if you told the current Riven to pick up her weapon and face a squad of Noxian vanguard troops, she would still win without breaking a sweat.

However, Ron only saw Riven looking at him with half-lidded eyes, and he assumed she was merely dazed by the climax and sensed vaguely that something had happened, without considering the possibility that she was still awake.

"Come on, let me take a look at your asshole."

Releasing her pretty feet, Ron turned Riven over. He gently massaged the edge of that delicate ass entrance with his thumb, feeling the tender flesh contract over and over under the stimulation as he said, "Riven, your asshole is beautiful too."

After being washed by the herbs, the tender flesh inside Riven's asshole had shed its filthy brown tint and become as clean and pale as her sex.

Unfortunately, as the owner of this lewd body, Riven had no way of admiring how deliciously inviting her own asshole looked.

"Mm-mm~ Mm~ Ah~"

The massage at her ass opening gradually turned into a slight thrusting. The discomfort of her rectum being forcibly entered was quickly swept away by heat and hunger, and the tight asshole sent back faint pain as well as an unbearable urge to defecate, much like after an enema.

No matter how much she endured, when Ron slid his whole finger into her asshole, Riven still let out a slutty moan from deep in her throat.

Her tight, warm ass clenched hard around that finger. She did not slip into drunkenness, but instead focused intensely on savoring wave after wave of surging pleasure.

Like electricity, Riven felt a bolt of lightning magic at work in her brain, and before long she was hit by a second little climax.

"Ahhh! So good, so good."

It was only one finger, but the lustful juice inside her cunt surged out uncontrollably, and the overwhelming pleasure came crashing into her brain in wave after wave like electric current.

"Ahhhhh!"

Under Ron's finger-fucking, Riven's ass, fully opened by training, grew even hotter. The walls of her rectum also secreted a great deal of sticky, transparent fluid.

After only toying with her a bit, Ron pulled his finger out at once. Robbed of the pleasure of her asshole, Riven clenched hard at the opening, and it seemed that after the little climax she had already started getting addicted to anal pleasure.

When Ron's finger left, that excretory-like pleasure still made her tremble, and then she shook her full hips in desperate want.

"So it's really a filthy little asshole after all," Ron said, looking at her swaying beautiful ass. He couldn't help but slap it hard twice, then asked, "Isn't that right, slut slave!"

Slut, slut slave!

I, I'm not a slut slave!

Ron's address made Riven jolt. Before she could even open her mouth, a cruel slap blossomed across her flesh.

"Smack! Smack! Smack!"

"Ugh~ Mm... ah~ ha~" After being slapped more than ten times in a row, her fully bloodied butt turned a brilliant red, and Riven on the bed sank irretrievably into that pain and pleasure.

"Say your mistake, slut slave!" Ron stroked her athletic back with his fingers. It was time to check Riven's response to orders.

Mistake... I was wrong?

Painful pleasure and drunkenness had not stripped Riven of her reason. When Ron gave the order, the valkyrie of a woman first froze for a moment, then quickly reacted.

Yes, I was wrong.

She had clearly wanted to climax, yet she had deceived him by saying she only wanted an enema.

When she needed semen herself, she also danced around the issue. Riven realized that compared with Ron's honesty, she had never been truthful with him.

It really was her fault.

"Please, please put it in..." Wanting to be honest with him, Riven trembled under the guidance of her own desire and parted her ass, exposing the pink-red tunnel of her rectum before him.

"Oh?" Ron smiled and challenged her, "Is that a plea?"

"Y-yes. Please, please put it in this slut slave's asshole," Riven said, trembling with shame.

Slut slave...

Hearing Riven call herself that, Ron could not help but curl one corner of his mouth.

So she really was drunk, after all. She had no idea what she was saying.

If that's the case, "Riven, you've done something wrong. Why should I reward you?"

Since it had come to this, he might as well go all the way. Even though Riven had a body far beyond the norm, she was already in heat from the aphrodisiac.

In that case, he might as well push her into the abyss of desire.

Ron dripped some aphrodisiac onto his own foot, then raised his leg and brought it to Riven's mouth.

"Slut slave, lick it."

"Y-yes, yes!"

Under Ron's order, Riven immediately lowered her head and licked his toes, swallowing every last drop of the aphrodisiac and sweat as if she were licking semen from her own toes.

So filthy, but... this feeling, this...

Shame settled in Riven's brain. Her guilt was strangely repaid from an unexpected angle, and that emptiness, as if she had nothing to rely on, quickly faded from her mind.

Soon, a burning need surged up from her belly, and Riven found herself rolling helplessly over Ron's body.

"Good. Since you've obeyed the order."

Ron lifted Riven from the bed and pressed his hard, searing cock against her delicate asshole.

"This is your reward!"

"A reward?"

The instant that another huge, hot thing pressed against her ass, Riven didn't have time to savor it before fear flooded her chest.

Just now, she remembered that Ron had only used one finger...

And he had made her come with just that one finger. If that was enough, then what about his whole cock?

Riven couldn't help thinking back to last night, to the blazing pleasure that had made her forget who she even was.

Come to think of it, she really was a filthy woman. Even though she'd already come so many times last night, she still wanted this badly today.

"Good girl. Don't be afraid." Feeling Riven tremble, Ron smiled faintly. "This is a reward. You should accept it happily."

"B-but-- ah!"

Just as Riven tried to ask him to go a little easier, Ron drove his cock hard into her wet, tight, shameless asshole.

"Ngh--!"

The instant he entered her, wave after wave of pleasure filled her body. Before Riven could even taste it properly, that overwhelming sense of fullness seized her mind.

Then she clenched down even harder on Ron's cock.

She can take this much already?

Looking down at where they were joined, the huge, rigid cock had already been swallowed four-fifths of the way by Riven's asshole. First came the glans, rubbing against the soft, flexing intestinal wall, then the folds inside that quivered distinctly under his touch, and finally the ring of Riven's asshole and the incredibly hard sphincter clamping down around him.

Ron’s entire cock was buried deep inside an asshole tighter than the private parts of a whore or a prostitute, receiving Riven's deepest, filthiest service.

"Uh, ngh..." Riven held back the searing pain that felt as if her asshole might be torn apart, but that hot, burning pleasure kept surging through her brain all the same.

"Feels good?" Ron dipped a finger into some aphrodisiac and slipped it into Riven's mouth. "It's only going to feel better from here. Like an enema, a slutty asshole can enjoy not only that delicious feeling of fullness, but also the same sort of pleasure you get from being emptied when it's pulled out."

"Mm~"

Riven could feel the cock inside her asshole slowly withdrawing, little by little, the iron-hard rim of the glans seeming to scoop at her ass as it pulled free.

There was no emptiness. What the warrior, who knew nothing of this, couldn't understand was that when the cock slipped away, the blazing heat didn't disappear. If anything, as the sense of fullness faded, it turned into even stronger pleasure and a distinct urge to relieve herself.

It was as if... as if she were being enemad with that huge cock.

"Pop!"

God, her ass had just made such a lewd sound. Riven's body couldn't help but shiver, and heat surged through her along with a drunk, dizzy haze.

Her already-fragile mind shattered under the lust of her next climax.

"Aaaah--!"

Blankness, a fleeting blankness of mind, told the story of how Riven had just reached another violent climax.

Her pussy's slick and her ass's juices splattered everywhere, and the blazing orgasm made her roll her eyes back as she let out an unimaginable moan.

Ron pulled his finger from her mouth and looked up, admiring her post-climax daze.

On Riven's face remained the aftermath of that instant of lost, orgasmic stupefaction: the satisfaction of anal sex, the fullness that came from obeying orders, the pleasure of being so aroused she could no longer pull herself together, and finally the happiness of being used by him.

Those feelings lit up Riven's face into the brightest kind of climax, the most depraved expression of ecstasy. By the time Ron drove his cock back into her asshole, Riven had already learned to twist her hips on her own, meeting his thrusts with her strong, tight, athletic ass.

Sure enough, she was already learning how to squeeze out his semen with her asshole.

Ron let out a cold laugh.

"Smack!" He struck Riven hard. The skin of her ass, loosened slightly by orgasm, rippled with the blow, and one more bright red handprint didn't mean much to her butt anymore.

"Mm~"

The second round of thrusting ended quickly. Ron timed it perfectly and pulled his cock out. Even though Riven's asshole was incredibly sensitive, when she was shoved down onto the bed, a fresh sense of unsatisfied emptiness still rose from deep inside her ass.

"Want more?" Ron asked coldly, staring at her.

He had already judged that the drunk Riven couldn't pose much of a threat to him, but if her craving for lust ever surpassed her obedience to him, then at this distance, God knew whether he'd be the one getting raped.

Even though he was enjoying her body either way, he absolutely could not accept all that time spent training her being wasted.

"Mm~ ah~ yes, ah~ don't, don't stop. It was, it was my ass, so why does it feel so, so good?!" Riven was on all fours, sprawled on the bed like a dog. She kept shaking her beautiful ass, her eyes full of lust and pleasure.

"!!"

Seeing Riven in such a shameless state, Ron's groin twitched involuntarily, almost losing control of his seed.

After calming himself a little, Ron finally took out two pills and tossed them into his mouth, then raised a foot and planted it on Riven's head as she lay on the bed.

"Mm~ ngh~ want..." Riven swayed, sticking out her tongue lewdly, without putting up much resistance to his rude gesture.

Looking at Riven like that, Ron knew the best training opportunity had arrived.

He lifted the foot from her head and planted it instead on Riven's supple, muscular back, while the top of his other foot pressed against her lips. "Filthy slave, if you want a reward, then show me your sincerity."

"Mmm~"

The moment he finished speaking, Riven instinctively opened her mouth and took his toes inside, her filthy tongue immediately licking the liquid clinging to them.

Looks like she's already very obedient.

Under the double collapse of mind and body, even if Riven could not become one of those filthy, depraved whores, her pursuit of lust had already completely strayed from the normal path.

Ron looked down at the smooth body of the warrior beneath his foot and couldn't help thrusting his cock upward a little. "Shameless bitch, think about the atrocities you committed against the Ionian people!"

"And you still had the nerve to strike such a filthy pose in their village. What a lewd slut."

"I... no... that's not... Riven isn't a slut, isn't..." Riven spat out Ron's toes. Sticky saliva stretched and broke apart as it came free, but she looked at Ron with eyes full of terror.

No, she couldn't let him hate her.

Ron was the only support she had in her life now. Riven was afraid of losing him; she didn't know what she would do without him.

"That's right, you're not a slut." Ron nodded firmly. He cradled Riven's blushing face and brought out his trump card. "You're a member of the Trapein family, and my filthiest, most shameless slave."

A member of the Trapein family...

Family?

I can become his family!

Riven, assaulted both mentally and physically, trembled all over. Family was the one thing she'd always dreamed of.

And now, the man who had saved her and helped her was actually acknowledging her as family.

Slave...

Riven gritted her teeth. Even with such a disgraceful identity, she still wanted some connection to Ron, however small.

Slave it is, then.

Just as she was thinking that, Ron suddenly patted her cheek. "You heard me, my slave."

Riven slowly lifted her head. The afterglow of her climax was still affecting her condition.

Ron looked straight into her hazy eyes and said in the gentle voice Riven craved, "Riven, to me you're not some ordinary servant. You're special. You're my one and only sex slave."

Special... Mm~

As soon as Ron finished speaking, he grabbed Riven by the hips with both hands, kneading her full butt and her sphincter while savoring that beautiful body.

Yes...

Riven drew in a deep breath. She understood Ron's good intentions.

These past days, guilt had been tormenting her every waking moment, and the punishment and forgiveness she could receive through obedience or disobedience was, for her self-reproach, little more than a drop in the bucket.

Nightmares, duty, fear, all of these psychological shadows clung to her like a plague.

Ron must have seen that, and that's why he gave her this role.

Only by becoming a slave and accepting punishment and orders at all times could she lessen the guilt in her heart.

Thinking of that, Riven sincerely accepted her identity.

"Then let's have my slave do what she's good for."

When Ron raised a hand, Riven felt a cool breeze skim across her burning skin, and then his palm came down hard with a sharp slap.

"Mm!"

Riven let out a gasp at the sudden sting. Her man smiled faintly and gripped even harder at the reddened skin that had been struck.

"What a beautiful asshole."

A few minutes later, Ron let go, and Riven could still feel that tingling pleasure lingering across her ass.

Good. She hadn't resisted the title of slave.

Ron looked at the beautiful flesh beneath him, and after the foreplay was mostly done, the fire raging in his gut from the pills was something he could no longer control.

"Mm..."

When his cock slapped against her still-sensitive ass, Riven couldn't help but gasp.

It was thicker than she remembered, and the heat from it felt like a length of iron that had been heated red-hot.

So big!

The swollen glans slowly pressed against the entrance to Riven's asshole. She could feel her muscles and skin resisting Ron's assault, even though deep in her mind she was longing for the pleasure of being penetrated there.

But Riven still couldn't help but thrust her ass forward, her fear of pain making her want to escape what was about to happen.

Even though she'd been fucked like this countless times already, Riven's cheeks were still as hot as Ron's cock.

Yet her writhing only helped Ron. With slow pressure, Ron pushed into her tight asshole.

Riven felt her hole forced open, and as the hard cock thrust its way inside, the expected pain and pleasure made her cry out.

"My ass!"

At last, Riven took Ron's cock inside her once more, and the familiar sense of being emptied made her asshole clamp down hard.

Deeper!

Ron kept pushing deeper. Under his assault, Riven's taut body collapsed into a trembling mess, able only to tighten and twitch as he thrust forward.

At last, the whole cock was buried inside her asshole, and the violent pain made Riven feel as if her rectum were about to tear apart.

But the endless pleasure and satisfaction made every other part of her body feel as though it had melted away.

It was easy to imagine Ron's cock occupying an unbearable amount of space inside her.

It hurt!

Beads of sweat rolled down Riven's body. This time the pain was fiercer than the first two times, perhaps because she had already climaxed, perhaps because the alcohol had worn off.

But in any case, she had to accept this pain.

Pain was punishment, and it was reward too.

"Good."

Ron praised her and began pulling his cock out.

Riven's tight ass seemed to bite down on the shaft. As it was drawn out, one wave after another of scorching heat followed.

At last, Ron left the glans inside her body, enjoying the feeling of her snug ring squeezing around him.

"Hah, hah..." Riven's mouth hung open. She didn't even have the strength to speak, and could only pant heavily, preparing for what was about to come next.

She knew what that was.

"Chh."

Ron drove his hips forward, and his cock once again plunged into Riven's depths. This time it was obviously much easier than before.

There was less pain inside her tight asshole, but more pleasure.

"Mm~"

As the cock pulled out, she let out a tiny moan.

"Smack!"

Once again, Ron thrust forcefully deep into Riven's asshole, lifting a hand to slap her butt hard.

The sudden stimulus tightened Riven's asshole even more.

Just as expected. From the earlier training, it was clear that Riven had a masochistic streak. Perhaps that was another expression of her guilt?

Ron savored the pleasure Riven gave him, but his lust still drove him to thrust into that tight ass again and again.

Before long, Riven's loud cries rose up, her whole body twisting under the combined force of pleasure and pain.

"Smack! Smack! Smack!"

While pumping into her stretched asshole, Ron kept striking her ass hard.

Riven's battered butt, already swollen and bloodied with pain, kept sending up waves of searing agony.

A numbing electric current flooded her mind. Such overwhelming stimulation robbed her of all reason, and as the thrusting continued, Ron bent down and wrapped his arms around the hot skin at her waist.

"Aaaahhh!" Pleasure made Riven lose herself again, and at the same time the savage, violent impact in her ass came surging in.

"Pshhk!" The moment Ron came, his semen painted the inside of Riven's body yellow-white. Scorching heat blossomed in her ass, and with climax after climax, Riven sprawled on the bed with her mouth wide open, strings of slippery saliva clinging to the sheets like lewd threads.

"Hah... hah..."

Even after her orgasm had ended, Riven could still feel the throbbing cock inside her ass spilling seed.

He came that much...

Riven buried her face in the bedsheets, shyly feeling that cock still lodged inside her body.

What surprised her, though, was that Ron hadn't gone soft.

The drugs from Ionia kept his penis impossibly hard, and more than that, Ron's mind, which had always been focused on training her, had begun to be gradually clouded by lust.

So hot.

Riven felt the heat inside her ass and, from her experience being trained, knew Ron was recovering his stamina quickly.

"Ah!"

The next instant, as her scream rang out, Ron resumed thrusting once more.

...

That night, they both came five times.

At last, when Riven's asshole could no longer hold any more semen, Ron finally pulled his cock out. When he let go, Riven's wet, beautiful ass even clung to him.

He pressed his cock along the cleft of her thighs and tiredly took in the whole sight.

This time he'd switched to a crystal butt plug. Tonight he'd let her sleep well.

Ron's cock twitched a few more times, and a little semen smeared onto Riven's butt.

After slapping her hard once more, Ron held the white-eyed beauty in his arms and lay down on the bed.

Even though she was no longer trembling after her climax, Riven still couldn't escape the burning pain in her ass and the tingling numbness inside her asshole...

After that, Ron fed Riven some sleeping draught. Although she hadn't resisted being called a slave, he still wasn't sure what would happen once Riven sobered up.

For his own safety, it was better to take precautions.

And so, in the sticky sweat, Ron wrapped his arms around Riven and sank into a deep sleep.

...