Ariel's Surrender

Ariel turned heads, a not-unusual phenomenon, as she walked along the island town's main street, an attitude about her that had long both drawn the eye and proclaimed her unattainable. The young woman stood just taller than average and was beautifully curvy, her hormones having worked overtime during her teens. Blonde could be seen amid her raven tresses, either whole locks or sometimes just the tips, and as usual her outfit complimented her healthy tan. A silk dress was artfully draped over her flesh as its only covering, a plunging neckline exposing the inner slopes of her breasts while a high hem displayed nearly the entirety of her legs. The sheerness of her garment meant the dark of her areola and the apex of her thighs could be seen but that merely added to her overall image.

She paused in front of her destination, the town hall, and an attendant carefully scrutinised the letter she gave him. After a moment he withdrew into the large building, leaving Ariel alone at the entrance. She shivered slightly as she considered what the letter had said, how her family had reacted. The opening of the doors returned her to the present and the young woman stepped forward when the attendant beckoned, entering the town hall with a calm stride. Ariel seemed to change as she crossed the threshold, her attitude becoming submissive, but a smile was on her face when she saw the man in the center of the lobby.

Koractus was lord and master of the island and its inhabitants, ruling as a distant presence. Sometimes though he took a closer interest in the affairs of his property. The letter summoning Ariel merely formalized a relationship conducted in secret, in which Koractus had played his role to the full.

"Kneel." The single word, in his deep voice, woke a fire within Ariel and she gracefully dropped first to one knee and then the other. She wavered then, unsure which way the next command would tilt her toned upper body, and Koractus moved to begin circling her. "Identify me."

"Master."

Ariel's response came out as a breathy moan, floating around the chamber. Steered by Koractus' firm hand on her shoulder Ariel bent back, feeling her heels dig into her ass as she exposed her front to his gaze.

"Your master. In all things."

Ariel let out another breathy moan, pure sound, and tipped her head back to show off her slender neck as an attendant sidled over to Koractus.

"The collar sir."

She strained from her position to see the collar that would soon be permanently locked around her neck. She knew it and it knew her, having worn it when playing with Koractus. It was black leather, possessing a single metal ring for clipping a leash to and a firm lock. Ariel shivered as she felt it placed around her neck, sighed as it was clicked shut.

"Thank you Master."

"Of course. Now stand and strip. I would look upon my slave-slut."

The blush colouring her cheeks was involuntary as Ariel rose to her feet and it took only the loosening of a few knots to let the dress fall. The silk pooled around her and Ariel stepped away from it.

She was led nude to Koractus' innermost chambers, to his bedroom. Her master moved to one side after opening the doors, gesturing for Ariel to enter first. The young woman was nervous for a second before taking a breath and walking in, eyes darting about as she took in the chamber's opulent furnishings. Koractus followed, pressing a button on the wall, and he laughed at Ariel's expression when curtains pulled back to reveal the walls made of mirrors.

"Everything but the bed can be lowered into the room below. No angle will be hidden." Another button made panels in the ceiling slide away and uncover more mirrors. "None."

A saucy grin appeared on Ariel's face as she wiggled her hips, her eyes finding Koractus' through the mirror.

"Come and claim your slave-slut then Master. She's been needing your touch."

He quickly shed the robe he was wearing, smirking as Ariel bit her lower lip upon seeing his chiselled flesh. A careful regime had crafted a body worthy of belonging to a god, a body that provoked lust and envy. He loomed over Ariel, placing his hands on her hips, and she moaned as a sharp jerk forced her onto her toes.

Koractus' cock extended from between her legs and she gently touched it, feeling the throb beneath her fingers. Carefully the young woman moved, angled her master's cock, and a long moan came from her as she sank onto the rock-hard length. The breath left her when Koractus jerked again, more of him sliding in, and she stared at their reflections, at their passionate coupling. A tear fell when he hilted himself, pelvises as flush against each other as their position allowed, and he lifted a hand to wipe it away.

"Of sorrow my slave-slut?"

"Of completeness Master!"

The rumble of constrained laughter made her flesh jiggle pleasingly and Koractus moved his hands for a moment, cupping a breast with one and placing a hand over her womb with the other.

"Good girl."