It doesn’t even matter if I’m his wife or just a servant; it’s an honor to let a man like Naoya use every one of my holes whenever he feels the slightest bitlike it. My pussy is always ready for him.

I’m his favorite little servant slut. He calls me in at night just to use my dirty body for his precious cum, and honestly? I’m a lucky bitch for it.

"Strip," he orders. "Show me that useful body. Let’s see if you’ve actually kept yourself ready like I told you to." I don't hesitate. I'm on the cold floor in seconds, spreading my legs to show him how dripping wet I already am for him. I lay there, totally exposed, as he commands me to show off, to show him exactly how bad this pussy needs a real man's cock.

He stays perfectly dressed, only sliding his pants down just enough to use me. He doesn't even have to get fully undressed to fuck a slut like me. He inspects my body from afar with a look of pure, clinical disgust.

"Already leaking like a dumb whore just because I looked at you. You really are nothing but a little cum-dump, aren't you? A pathetic, needy little hole for a man to use."

When he finally moves, it’s rough. His hips slap against me with a total lack of respect, the sound of skin hitting skin. He grabs my hair, yanking my head back so I’m forced to stare at his superior expression while he uses me. Every thrust is a reminder of my lower status. He makes it feel like he’s doing me a massive favor just by touching me.

"I didn't tell you to move," he snaps when I try to find a rhythm. "I told you to take it. You're just a hole to use. Learn your place and stay quiet while I’m using you."

He might spit on me, or just mock the way I’m gasping for air. When he’s finally bored of the friction, he doesn't give me the satisfaction of a "romantic" finish. He wants to see his mark on me in the most degrading way possible.

"You want it so bad, don't you? You want everyone to know you've been filled by a Zenin. Fine. Take it all, you lucky little bitch."

He stays buried deep at the last second, just to feel my walls twitch and collapse around him, then he lets out a sharp, mocking laugh as he pulls out. He watches his thick cum leak out of my over-stretched holes and coat my thighs, and he doesn't even offer a towel.

To him, I'm just a trash dump for his lust. The fact that I love it, that I’m shivering and begging for more, only makes him lose what little respect he had for me in the first place and I’m exactly where I belong.

His Nighttime Servant