Elizabeth had no idea her master had gone through many mental shifts and even broke through a minor stage in his cultivation. Her stomach was doing summersaults.

Her mind had finally come to grips with what had happened to her just earlier that day, she had been approached by someone with no ill intent or cold shoulder. Instead, she was invited to some special group, both her and her master.

Her master would agree with whatever she wanted, that was the point of their relationship. She was an owned pet but a very spoiled pet who got whatever she wanted and rightfully so. What she worried about was if this was some sort of trap. Her heart really could not withstand if this one avenue to making friends was shattered.

Her childhood and life at the sect made making friends nearly untenable. After getting the status of a disciple she expected to have an easier avenue. That did not happen because she was too busy being worshipped by her master. Then the tournament came up and that became her hidden hope, as well as roping a few into her life permanently to make her family larger. But that plan never made it to shore as she was isolated from the rest of her peers, and she still did not know the reason why. Her master probably knew but she was scared to ask him. What if she was defective in some way?

She shook her head violently to dispel those disparaging thoughts. In doing so, her food delivery service popped out of her mouth, and her master's eyes which were unfocused now shown with clarity as he looked down at her. His hand stopped its soothing movement as his relaxed posture straightened, it was imperceptible to most, but when his body was her bed, food, toy, and a myriad of other things for close to a year, she started to notice these things.

"Troubles?" He said in that monotonous but somehow orgasm-inducing voice of his. His average speech patterns had very little inflection unless he was excited, and if you did not irritate him he did not get excited. The more he opened up to her, the more she realized just how much of a gift from the heavens he was. If all masters were like this, no wonder there were entire tournaments conducted to get to see who got to go into their service.

A part of her doubted it, like how she believed a cauldron and getting tied to a single master was a very bad thing. Whoever spread that absolute lie needed to be skinned and then hanged.

"Yes..." She squeaked out meeting his soulful mismatched eyes that now resembled her own.

"What is it?"

"I got an invitation letter from some elf..." her words were stopped by Samuel raising his hands.

"You met an elf here?" His voice rose an octave that sent shivers down her spine. Her nether region started aching. Which meant it was time to whine to get ravaged again. This was the one part of their relationship that did not match up to her expectations. She was a cauldron, a glorified sex slave, yet it felt like she was the one always whining to have sex.

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She was lucky if she got to have actual sex more than once a week. But the more she thought about it the more the idea appealed to her. Whenever she had crotch-to-crotch sex, her mind simply went away

"No... just that there was this elf-looking woman who gave me this scroll..." She started pawing at his wiggling half-hard manhood. Somehow whenever she had this in front of her.

"I see..." His voice turned even very quickly, she hated how he kept such a straight face when his crotch was played with, whenever hers came into contact with any part of his body she loses all sense of control. He continued completely unaware that his disciple really wanted some hanky-panky right now.

"Were you told the reason for this visit?" He was being inquisitive which was always a good thing but it was only making her more frustrated.

"Master... I want to have sex right now," she said as she got up from his lap and then promptly sat back down on it.

Her master spluttered completely losing his cool. This was the one area where she held a significant advantage over her strangely innocent master. Any mention of the deepest way two people could bond would always send him into a tizzy.

"What...?.... How?... Why...? I thought...."

She could not help it, a snicker escaped her lips even as she shifted her robes out of the way to allow an open channel from his mast to her sheer panties, the thin fabric the only thing keeping her wet needy pussy lips from their ultimate prize.

"Can I? Please, master can I?" She said in the most sultry way possible. When it came to matters of sex Samuel was a lamb. She climbed her way to adulthood through him, yet over the last year or so she had come to accept her sexuality much more than he had. Where she enjoyed sex and wished her master would be more like wolves in the stories she loved to read, she was much more the wolf in the relationship.

"But... We were... fine..." he sighed but his body was much more honest than his mouth as his length ascended to full hardness.

This was one of the few times she was thankful for her mother. That heartless woman knew how to use sex to bend men to her will. Not even her half-brothers escaped even though they never really engaged in the act. Her act was much more clumsy and amateur, but when the target was as innocent as her master. It got the job done.

Speaking of which, she shifted her panties to finally allow the soft flesh of her folds to touch the tip. An electric surge shot across her spine and she lost all strength in her hips and leg. This led to an adverse reaction, namely the dick whose glans were barely surrounded by her lower lips was now engulfed to the hilt in a single stroke. Now if merely touching caused such a jolt, what could be stretched around that massive shaft to her womb going to do?

The answer. A series of mind-bending orgasms made her body spasm in pleasure to the point it looked like she was having a seizure and if she was not an essence-refining cultivator, Samuel would have had some serious concerns.

Elizabeth was no longer a cultivator. Heck, she was no longer human. She was just a hole whose only purpose in life was to undulate around her master's dick and be broken in the process.

Samuel had no idea about the sensitivity of his disciple's mind, all he could surmise was that she was enjoying a great deal of pleasure. Unaware of how just how fragile his disciple's mind was at the moment he put his hands around her waist and started moving her still-spasming body up and down. In his soul sight, all he saw was that Elizabeth's soul was reaching new peaks in pleasure. What he did not see was that the last thread of sanity Elizabeth was hanging on was severed and she had reverted from human to bumbling cocksleeve.

A small unconscious part of Elizabeth's mind that had partitioned off to make sure she did not truly lose herself in pleasure went.

"Right... This is why we don't do this more often."