I blinked, her words sinking in slowly. Zoe wanted to become my slave? Was this some kind of joke? No, from the way she avoided my gaze, her shoulders tense, it was clear she was serious. But also seemed nervous, perhaps even a little bit scared.

“Is slavery normal in this world?” I asked, still trying to wrap my head around it.

She glanced up briefly, meeting my eyes before lowering hers again. “Is it not in yours?”

“No,” I said firmly. “It was, but we stopped doing it.”

“Here, it’s normal.”

I frowned, the unease in my chest growing. What did it even mean? What will this entail? And why was she suggesting this in the first place?

“How does it even work?” I asked, still uncertain what being someone’s slave would truly mean. Would Zoe become my… property? The thought felt strange and unsettling, and I wasn’t sure I was comfortable with that.

“I would be yours, and you could do whatever you want with me,” she said hesitantly.

That… seemed really serious, and she offered that on her own. So she could enter a city with me.

“Would that even help?” I asked, trying to focus on the practicality rather than the unease gnawing at me.

Zoe nodded. “There are strict laws protecting slaves. Apart from their owners…” Her voice trailed off, leaving the implication hanging heavily in the air.

I took a deep breath, struggling to reconcile the idea. “Zoe, if we were to do this, I promise I would treat you right, and I would not abuse it. I’d treat you just like I do now. It wouldn’t change anything between us. It would only be a title, meant to protect you.”

Even as I spoke, the weight of what I was saying settled on me. How bad must things be for succubi if she saw being a slave as a form of safety?

Zoe looked up at me, her eyes searching mine. “Can… can you promise that you wouldn’t sell me?”

I kneeled, laying her gently on the ground. Hovering above her, I brought my face inches from hers. Both of my hands were on the sides of her head, but then, guided by some strange instinct, I shifted one hand to her throat and grabbed lightly.

“Let’s get something straight,” I said, my voice low and firm. “If you will be mine, then I'm the last man in your life who will ever touch you. You will be mine! Forever! I will never sell you, because I will not let another man put his hands on you. Just think of sex with another man, and you will regret meeting me,” I threatened, squeezing her throat to make the message clear, but I was careful not to hurt her or stop her breathing.

That was an immense advantage of her becoming my slave. She couldn’t leave with some asshole if she got bored with me. She would be mine. We will be together. Forever. And I will treat her the same, as if she weren’t my slave. I made my choice.

Zoe nodded with a soft smile, and her eyes were a shade of really dark pink. When I let go of her throat, she immediately pushed up from the ground. Our lips met, and we rolled so I landed on my back. She was straddling me, pushing her tongue into my mouth. Her tail wrapped around my cock, and positioned it at her entrance. In one smooth motion, I was completely surrounded by her heat.

She bounced her ass, riding me wildly. Her amazing hole massaged the entire length of my cock, pulsating rhythmically. Zoe lifted herself up, stopping our kiss, both of her hands rested on my chest, which made her tits squeeze against each other, highlighting them wonderfully as they dangled over my head. Her hard nipples begged to be licked, but in this position, I couldn't do it.

“Say it!” Zoe groaned.

“What?” I replied, panting as her pussy worked on my cock.

“That I’m yours!” she almost shouted in the heat of passion and sweat, slamming her firm ass on my thighs as my cock thrust between her walls, rubbing against her insides.

“You are mine, Zoe. Mine. Forever,” I said in a deep voice. Zoe closed her eyes, moaning loudly. As her body moved incredibly, her flat stomach danced in alluring, sensual motions, her tits jiggling in front of me. Her face was pure bliss, surrounded by the storm of her white hair. I grabbed her hips and helped her lift and drop on my rock-hard shaft.

Her heat enveloped me in quick motions. “I’m yours!” Zoe screamed. Her pussy clamped around my erection. “Forever!” she gasped and fell forward, her head resting on my arm, while her heavenly insides squeezed me tightly. I lifted her hips and started to piston my cock through her wet folds.

Zoe was moaning lewdly every time I bottomed inside her. I exploded suddenly, it hit me without any warning. I slammed my cock fully into her snatch, groaning as my sperm blasted deep into her depths.

Zoe screamed in her own orgasm, but it was short, as a moment later, she closed her mouth on my shoulder and sank her teeth into my skin.

Mixed sensations surged through my body, amazing pleasure from my cock nestled in her convulsing pussy and pain from her fangs in my arm. Incredible waves of ecstasy made me incapable of stopping her.

Only after my orgasm finished did the pain become bothersome. She was still lying on me with her teeth in my shoulder, shaking slightly, consumed by her own longer orgasm.

I grabbed her hair, pulling upwards, instantly regretting that I did it so rapidly when I felt the pain of her fangs tearing out of my body. Her gaze was absent, and her lips were covered in blood.

“Zoe,” I hissed angrily.

Her gaze focused on me, when it shifted to my arm, a look of panic spread across her face.

“I’m sorry,” she said. Tears immediately appeared in her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she repeated. “I got carried away. I was too excited…”

“And you bit me because of that?! And drank my blood?!” I accused.

“Umm…” Zoe hesitated, looking to the side, but then back at me. “It’s your fault! You shouldn’t say things like that. How was I supposed to resist?”

I raised my brow. Was she serious right now?

Zoe flustered. “I’m really sorry.”

I rested her head on my chest, letting go of her hair. “Don't bite me,” I commanded firmly. Zoe nodded, rubbing her soft cheek against my chest, but then shifted so her mouth was next to the place where she bit me and licked the small wounds left by her fangs.

“Can’t get enough?” I asked, amused.

Zoe stopped. “No! I mean, it’s not like that. I only wanted… to make it better.”

Tears showed in her eyes, as she started to cry, falling on my chest.

“I’m a complete failure,” she mumbled, still crying. “I’m sorry,” she said and kissed my chest close to my nipple. “I promise I’ll never bite you again, just… just don't get rid of me, please.”

I put my hand on her head, stroking her white hair. “Zoe, I want you. I’m not going to get rid of you.”

She hugged me tightly, her tail wrapping around my thigh in a position that started to feel comfortable.

“By your reaction, I assume you agree with my conditions,” I whispered.

Zoe nodded vigorously. I grabbed her chin, tilting her head so I could look into her smoldering, pink eyes.

“To make everything clear, it only works one way. I will sleep with whoever I want, and you have nothing to say about it,” I said, looking deeply into her eyes. She stared back for a brief moment but then averted her gaze.

“I don't mind that you will sleep with other women.”

“But…” I started, feeling there was something more. Her shoulders slumped, and a shiver passed through her body.

“Th-That’s… well… mana,” Zoe said, her gaze returning to my eyes. “But I can hold out. I handled it for so long while being hungry,” she said, nodding her head, making her white hair dance around her head.

I kissed her briefly, feeling her supple lips press against mine. When we parted, I bit her lower lip and pulled, causing her to moan softly.

“You don't need to worry about this, my cute little demon. I plan to use, and feed you, regularly.” A wide grin spread across her face before she leaned to kiss me again. Her lips connected with mine, warm and tender.

I spanked her ass, making her moan lewdly into my lips, and sat up with my cock still deep between her folds.

“I promise to treat you well, but are you sure you want to be my slave?” I asked, needing to be completely certain of her decision. The whole situation still felt strange to me. In some ways, it was just a title—I wasn’t planning to treat her any differently because of it. Even so, the thought of having a slave was something I couldn’t have imagined even yesterday.

“Yes,” Zoe said with firmness in her voice. Her tail tightened around me to emphasize her words, but I was distracted by a message that showed in front of my eyes.

[You unlocked a new class: Demon Master (Level 1)]
[You unlocked a new skill: Tame a Demon (Level 1)]
[You unlocked a new path of achievements: Demon Master]

Opening my status quickly, I focused on my new class and discovered that I could limit what was shown to me, avoiding everything that didn't interest me at the moment.

[Class: Demon Master]
[Level: 1]
[Skills: Tame a Demon Level 1]

[Tame a Demon Level 1 (Active) - Allows creating a bond with a demon who is willing to become a slave. Creates a slave tattoo, marking the demon as the Master’s property. The place and shape of the tattoo are decided by the Demon Master.]

That was unexpected. A new class—one that seemed to be a slaver class. The implications hit me like a weight. I had actually done it. I had made her my slave.

What would this class offer as I progressed? What kind of skills would it provide? Would they allow me to strengthen my slaves or tighten my control over them? The first option was intriguing, the second one unsettling. Zoe probably wouldn’t know the answers, but perhaps Gemma could shed some light on it.

Even as I tried to focus on the possibilities, I couldn’t shake the strangeness of it all. A slaver class—something I never imagined myself having. And yet, here I was.

“What are you doing?” Zoe asked.

I closed my status, focusing back on her. “I just got a new class.”

I let go of her hair, moving my hand to her throat, grabbing there softly. If I could choose the place for the tattoo, where should I do it? The neck came to my mind first. But I could also make it smaller and somewhere normal, where it wouldn't indicate immediately that she was a slave. Which would defeat the purpose of her becoming one.

“A new class?” Zoe asked, sounding curious.

“Demon Master. I have only one skill: Tame a Demon. I can create a bond, making you my slave. It would create a tattoo on you,” I said, squeezing my hand once around her throat.

Her eyes opened wide, and her irises grew darker as she gasped. A wide smile appeared on her face, and she tried to lean down, but I still held her at a distance by her throat.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Zoe repeated. Her whole body shook. I was still engulfed in her pussy, which squeezed around me now. “Please, use it on me!”

I raised my eyebrow, looking at her questioningly. “Why did you get so excited?”

“I will be magically bonded to you.”

“And what’s the difference?”

“Right. Without this skill to make me your slave officially, you would need to buy a slave collar and bind it with the help of a mage. A collar like that can be taken off. But you can’t break a magical bond. I will be yours forever.” Zoe was jumping from excitement, stimulating my hard cock.

I chuckled, seeing her enthusiasm. When I let go of her neck, she immediately lay down on me, connecting our lips in a passionate kiss.

“How do you know about it?” I asked in the brief moment when our lips parted.

“Succubi have a lot of slaves. Mostly men, so they can feed on them.”

Another reason to stay away from Liraveth.

“Magical ones too?” I asked.

“Only the richest. Creating bonds like that is rare, and it costs a lot.” Zoe tilted her head. “Can you create this bond between any two people?”

“No, unfortunately not,” I replied. “It is only between me and a demon.”

Zoe shrugged and lay down on me. Her head rested on my shoulder. As her lips brushed my neck, I worried briefly that she would bite me, but when I felt her kiss me, I relaxed. “We will be magically connected,” Zoe whispered.

“How common are demons in this world? I can only tame demons.”

“I lived in Liraveth where succubi lived. I’m not sure about other places. A lot? You won’t have a problem finding them,” she assured me.

I grabbed her chin, lifting it so I could look at her neck. She had a really light complexion, almost sickly pale. Yes, her neck would be perfect. But it was a tattoo, something she would have for the rest of her life.

“Where do you want to have this tattoo?” I asked.

She looked at me for a brief moment, hesitating. “Typically, slaves have them on their necks, just like regular collars. But if you want to make it somewhere else, it’s okay.”

“I asked you. Where do you want to have it?”

She lifted her chin higher. “On my neck. But could you make it pretty?” she asked in a cute voice, suddenly seeming like a shy little girl.

I nodded and realized that I had no idea how to actually use this skill. Should I just focus on its name?

“I don't know how to use this skill,” I said, letting go of her chin.

“You need to focus on the mana inside you and then on activating this skill,” Zoe said.

I tried to focus on the mana briefly. Not feeling any difference, I tried to focus on my new skill. Nothing happened.

“I’m not sure what you mean by focus on the mana,” I said.

“Can you sense your mana?” she asked.

“No, how am I supposed to do that?”

Zoe looked at me uncertainly, lost in thought.

“Close your eyes,” she said finally. “I’ll try something.”

I followed her instructions, feeling her body shift until our lips met, but that was all, she only held our lips touching together. I waited with my eyes closed, not really sure what to expect.

I was going to ask her what she was doing, but I actually felt a weird sensation. It was like something was… pulling me, but not… not physically. It was brief and vanished when Zoe stopped our kiss.

“Did you feel it?” she asked, sounding hopeful.

“I felt something.”

Zoe jumped, squealing with a wide smile. “Again,” she said, leaning in to connect our lips.

This time, the sensation appeared much quicker. Again, it was like something was pulling me, it felt like it was inside me but, in a way, somewhere else. I tried to focus on that, and it got a little bit clearer, a little more apparent. Instinctively, I wanted to reach for it with my hand, but that was impossible. I imagined a hand with which I was reaching for it in my mind.

I couldn't grab it, but I was getting closer, feeling it better and better. I was sure that I was getting closer to something. Could it be mana? Probably. Sensing a big presence of something, I located the spot where I was being pulled. It didn't have colors or shapes, it was more like the feeling of something, which I couldn't describe with any physical traits because it was intangible. I could sense it, but I could also feel something pulling on it. Was this a part of me? It must have been my mana.

A shiver went through my body, and goosebumps showed on my arms. It was a really weird sensation, like I was touching a limb that I never knew I had. But I wasn't the only one - something was touching it too, dragging part of it away.

I focused on this feeling and found a spot where a small trickle of mana was leaving the big pool. Zoe was feeding on me right now. Without thinking, I focused on the thin leak and pulled it toward myself. The trickle broke easily and returned to the large orb of mana.

Zoe groaned, backing away from our kiss. I could still feel the mana somewhere inside me, but also not really in me at the same time. However, Zoe’s movement made me lose my focus, and in a moment, the mana seemed really far away and suddenly out of reach. I opened my eyes, looking at Zoe. She was still sitting on me, her pussy wrapped around my cock, and her eyes wide open.

“You-” Zoe stopped, gulping. “You can block me.”