Filnon was not there in the morning. Nor, did Estaria see her for quite a while in fact. She went about her duty in the arena - mustering as much pride and arrogance as she could to tell them that she wasn’t going to be executing prisoners because it was no challenge and she deserved better than that - and over the weeks, she got famous for it. People all across the city and beyond came to watch her, some even came to fight her.She would be told beforehand if the fight was one to the death or just to the first who surrendered, and then they would clash. Fortunately, she still got exp when they surrendered, otherwise they really would have felt like a waste.
Some month and a half into the fighting, Estaria had dragged herself through five levels, mostly due to quantity rather than quality. There were not many good quality people to fight out here. She picked up “Gromril Skin” trait for further improved armour, since this leather outfit was lovely but not exactly protective. Saving money for the fists she used in the arena to push them up to Orange and make the fights even easier on her, she was dragged from her thoughts when a Filnon burst through the door and stared at Estaria, who was in her Home Gown - a sultry and enticing mimicry of the Imperial Nobleman’s Maid - and doing some tidying up. She had been doing a lot of thought about the woman who owned her, and eventually decided - backed by the ever increasing love of slaughtering people in the arena, and ever decreasing opinion of the creatures below her in power, if not stature - that she was going to do what was so requested a long time ago.
Estaria walked up to Filnon while the Druchii stood in the door, looking tired and a little dazed. Then, getting on her knees, she bent down and kissed the foot of her Mistress, before looking back up.
“Welcome home, Mistress” the flutter in Estaria’s heart was pretty present now. Around Filnon was the only time she felt like a normal being again. Out there in the arena, she felt like a bloody reaper, and in the streets she felt like a callous God. For her part, Filnon simply smiled and reached out a hand to pat Estaria’s head.
“Took you long enough” came the haughty and prideful reply. Filnon truly believed it was only a matter of time before Estaria gave herself over fully, and it only took so long because they hadn’t seen each other in a while. As if preparing for this day since the first meeting - which was probably right - Filnon took Estaria by the hand and led her over to the large mirror, where she took off the collar and stroked the bruised flesh. It was a tight thing, and the hard metal on flesh was not gentle with constant contact. While this was a point where Estaria could escape, there was little point in ruining the one place that she fit in for the sake of some misguided notion of freedom. Freedom to die alone was no freedom at all.
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While Estaria was looking at herself in the mirror, Filnon came up behind her and attached a new collar, one of velvet and leather, stiff but flexible and soft. Keeping her head in proper upright posture without restricting her ability to move around if she needed to. Druchii craft really was superior to human, after all. Next, came a corset, black with red trim, which did the same thing, forcing her to hold her body upright and well postured, but not hampering her ability to flex and move if needed. And finally, Filnon started to play with Estaria’s breasts, groping and pinching the nipple, rolling it around and electing moans of pleasure from her pet. Estaria felt like putty in Filnon’s hands, and could only sink into the enjoyment of Mistress’ touch after it had been absent for so very long. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and was only dragged back to reality when she felt three sharp needles piercing her two nipples, and the clitoris that had popped out in response to the stimuli. While Estaria made a strange noise of pain warring with the pleasure, Filnon slipped in three cute silver bars, which gently glistened in the candle light.
“Finally. Entirely. Mine~” Filnon’s whisper came through Estaria’s ear, and made her shiver with delight. “Now, let’s see just what that entails” Filnon then took Estaria to the bed, and laid her down on it, climbing on top and gently stripping her of her clothes before taking off her own, and riding her toy’s crotch, indulging in the pleasure of the act as much as the sounds of enjoyment from her slave. “One final thing. Hold out your tongue” Filnon ordered. Estaria looked at her through lust-glazed eyes, and obeyed. The sharp stabbing pain of a needle was quickly felt, and her tongue had a new stud in it, which seemed something that Filnon enjoyed. Maybe she liked her slaves with all these piercings in them. Maybe she just liked to mark her pets and make everyone see that this one was hers.
Though there was practical use for them as well, as Filnon displayed when, grinding against Estaria for a bit more to ignite her passion, she moved up the bed and covered Estaria’s face with her wet crotch. From there, Estaria used her new stud to give her Mistress a most passionate climax. And after several more hours of “i have really missed you” sex, they went to sleep in each other’s arms. A most fantastic end to the day for Filnon. And a surprisingly enjoyable end for Estaria. It was a shock that life could be good after everything that had happened, but here it was.