We hit shore at sunset, and I marveled a moment at the beauty of my house in that light before directing my shameful, naked slave to their labors.

I had the Myrnotor led to a small room. I would present him to my husband after I attended to some basic hygiene.

An hour later I lay naked in my suite, two tan island women applying a bucket of rich cocoa butter to my ample breasts, as they did every night.

As they worked my heavy hills of creamy flesh to a perfect, gleaming shine, my eyes were closed in fantasy.

It was not tangible nor familiar what ran through my mind, but it was making me very moist.

My women looked at me as they always did, envy ruining their faces. It was doubtful that all the titflesh in their whole tribe could even be combined to rival my set; this bothered them in some primal way, and it showed.

Suddenly they scattered to the side as my husband strode into my chamber.

His mincing little steps brought him to the foot of my bed which he grunted and strained to ascend.

“I see you’ve made yourself ready for me, milady. Your randy little snatch is drooling with lust for this!”

“Uh, yes.” I lied as his pants made their short trip down his legs to the floor.

Then he was fucking me, at least I think he was. I’m not really sure since it was about as long pleasurable as a handshake.

Fluffing one of my chest-mounted pillows he lay his head down, and gazed into my eyes.

“So, how many times did you cum?” He asked.

“I didn’t keep count.” I was being quite honest there.

“Of course pretty thing. You never did have a head for numbers.” He said with an affectionate pinch of my cheek.

I multiplied the number of ways that made me want to kick him by the number of times I’d saved his fortune by catching a mathematical error on his ledger, and got a huger number than he could understand.

Then I divided that by the amount I was worth through marriage to him forced my sweetest smile onto my face.

“Now show me this new servant.” He said with two claps.

I hastily threw on a silken robe and came to find the beast in the small room where I’d left him.

“Follow.” I said and turned on my heels.

Moments later, my husband was precariously perched on a chair, inspecting the Myrnotor’s teeth and gums.

“Hm. Exceptional quality, Ailara, well done.” He dropped down to continue his scrutiny, pacing around, his head barely clearing the creature’s knees.

“Yes, totally and completely marvelouuuuu—“ The color drained from his face as he trailed off.

He had evidently caught a glimpse of whatever lurked beneath the loincloth, and was terrified by what he saw. But my husband is a little man; very little is all it would take to impress him.

“Go back to your room.” He ordered, and left the chambers without another word.

The beast did as it was told.

It was the following night that my life was forever changed.

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