I Was A Hero In Another World But My Dog-Girl Slave Swapped Places With Me And Now I Can’t Disobey Her

Valentine had gone out, and Wren was practicing her swordwork for a while, while I read up on my magic some, sometimes getting distracted by watching her... she was so graceful, her speed seeming to come from perfect movements and using leverage and momentum, rather than the brute force of Just Being Faster that I used to have.

It was like watching a perfectly choreographed dance performed at high speed... only sometimes she'd move even faster, beyond the rhythm, for a single move or a flurry of blows. Her graceful form kept drawing my attention back.

Eventually, though, I got pretty absorbed in a magical theory that this world was just an... essentially reality crystal through which the light of mana was shone to create multiple different worlds, and that using magic worked because shaping mana like that altered this crystalline world. They also theorized that using magic had a far greater impact on the worlds it shone on... but who knew what effects it would have, or if they'd carry over one to one?

People in this world using magic could be providing another world of people with magic, or they could be wreaking destruction on an inhabited world.

The author who was describing the theory went on to note that there was nothing that specifically contradicted this theory, one would think one of the worlds was seen before... and more damningly, if this was the case, why would this world create those with weaker mana pools than those of the animalfolk?

...okay, I guess I shouldn't have expected it to not get racist. Speciest? Whatever. Offhand, people in other worlds could have higher quality mana pools because the light of mana was focused on certain points. Or like, that mana was so ubiquitous in this world may mean that they had to evolve stronger mana pools to use equally strong magic in their world... I should ask about records about that, come to think of it.

I looked up at the ceiling, only to notice Wren had stopped practicing the blade, and was hiding under the covers. "Hey... you okay there?"

"Sorry, didn't mean to disturb you." Her ears were slumped, and her voice soft. "Just... everything feels very unreal right now."

"Do you wanna come cuddle?"

As soon as the words left my lips, she burrowed through the covers in an instant, and was clinging to me, trembling slightly.

I petted her head idly as I continued to stare up at the ceiling. "Hey... it's okay, this is real...." I got a bit of a sense of unreality, though... although her position wasn't quite the same, I was reminded of when Sasha (Eve) was cuddling on me, with a bit of nostalgia and affection. I scritched behind her ears softly.

"Mistress Eve put you in charge of me, right? That's not just a dream I had?"

I held back a sigh. Always about how she could prove her loyalty to Mistress. Not that I didn't understand, but.... "That is what happened, yes."

She nuzzled against me softly. "Thank you for taking care of me."

I stroked her head and she purred against me softly, relaxing.

I thought back to Sasha, and wondered if I had taken charge a bit more, if our relationship would have gone more smoothly... maybe not, but.... I really wanted to make her happy and feel good, and if she really was like me, that meant

I cleared my throat. "Hey. Do you want me to dominate you sometime?"

Her tail started wagging immediately, and she looked up at me with hopeful eyes. "Yes please, Sasha! Until Mistress Eve returns, I just want to be the best slave I can for you. Well... if it's not safe, I'll tell you, but ultimately, my body is yours, please use it however you want!"

I scritched softly around her collar, causing her to moan and press her lithe body more firmly against mine. "...do you want me to ask each time, or just take charge of you however and whenever I want?"

"Just use me however you want, please, Mistress... er, I mean, Sasha...." Her voice was even more horny and submissive now.

"You can call me Mistress when I'm dominating you," I purred, and rolled over on top, taking her wrists and pinning them over her head.

She looked up at me helplessly, tail thumping against the better-- although I was absolutely sure she was stronger and better at wrestling than me.

I ran my hand up her thigh, pushing up her skirt as I kissed her on the lips possessively. I thrust my tongue into her mouth and pinned her wrists down aggressively as I gently rubbed my fingers against her pussy lips, feeling how wet she was getting but just giving her the faintest of touches down there as I overwhelmed her with my hand and lips and rubbed my breasts against hers.

Finally, she pushed her hips up against my hand a little, desperate for more sensation. I drew my hand back from her pussy as I drew my lips back from hers, both of us panting softly.

She whined softly as I denied her even the little pleasure I had been giving her, and then moaned somewhere between grateful and frustrated as I stroked her inner thighs with my now-sticky fingers.

"I can do whatever I want with your body, hmm?"

"Yes, Mistress!" She was desperate, her eyes slightly teary, looking up into my eyes with utter submission.

"Beg me to pleasure you." I made my voice as cruel and callous as I could, since I wanted to tease her, and part of me was enjoying her desperation and suffering right now... I wanted to call up all her desires and insecurities, and make them focused on me until she utterly relaxed and surrendered.

"Please, Mistress!" She gasped and moaned as I bit the side of her neck a little, and squirmed beneath me for a moment before she m anaged to make herself relax and submit again. "Please give me pleasure!"

I thrust a couple of my fingers into her wet pussy suddenly, and she tensed, her inner muscles squeezing down hard on my fingers for a moment before she could relax... but, I felt like that's what she wanted, to feel utterly helpless, even if I was a little too rough.

And, indeed, she started moaning needily as I fingerfucked her relentlessly, gasping and after a little while even raising her hips, her ever moan and tremble of her body seeming to beg for my pleasure.

"I always thought you were cute," I said, "but your current body is even cuter. You've been remade into the perfect little slavegirl, huh?"

There were tears in her eyes as I looked down at her, and I wondered if I had gone too far... but she was moaning loudly, desperately, smiling up at me gratefully. "Yes, Mistress! I'm just a slavegirl to obey Mistress Eve and protect you! Please do whatever you want to me, I exist only to serve you!"

That pained and pleasured and devoted look in her eyes made me pause for just a moment... I was kind of reinforcing what Eve had done to her, wasn't I? But it was too late to worry about that for now, as someone who had been trained by Eve, I undertood what she needed more right now more than anyone... probably?

I looked down at her, and released her wrists over her head, stroking her cheek as I looked into her eyes, trying to project an air of utter dominance as I slowly slid my fingers in and out of her pussy-- well, really, it belonged to me, not her, or that's what I was trying to make myself believe right now.

She was just a slave for me to do whatever I wanted to, and I wanted to make her overwhelmed with pleasure... but I thought she'd feel more secure if I framed it not as wanting to make her feel pleasure, but wanting her to feel utterly used so she could relax and submit and be overwhelmed and just not have to think about her situation for a moment, just needing to obey.

My fingers slid under her chin, scritching softly. "I want to taste you, so you're going to let me taste you until I'm satisfied, got it? You can cum if you like, but if it's torture to you because you can't cum or you cum until it hurts, that's fine, too." I rubbed my thumb against her clit, intentionally just a little too hard, and she whined, helplessly aroused as she stared up at me.

Her eyes were tearing up more... was I taking this too far? "Please, Mistress...! Use me however you want!"

I smiled cruelly and stroked cheek and head. "Good girl."

An ecstatic shudder went through her body, and I trailed kisses down her neck and along her dress, although the fabric of her dress didn't taste great, I wanted her to feel utterly dominated, then pushed her skirt up all the way, leaving her trembling hips vulnerable to me, and pressed my lips against her pussy, giving it a firm kiss as she moaned and clutched at the bedcovers.

I started to slowly writhe my tongue in her, thoroughly licking and tasting her, pretending any pleasure she felt was secondary to my desires as she moaned needily and tried to keep her hips still.

Finally, I started lapping against her pussy in earnest, adjusting my pace and intensity up a little as her moans still sounded needy, and then sounded increasingly pleasured, until I was sure it was just what she wanted.

She moaned louder and louder, pleasure growing in her voice until her hips were softly trembling beneath my tongue, on the verge of orgasm... and I kept going, moving my fingers to lightly rub against her clit as I licked her, and she came helplessly, crying out semi-coherent words of gratitude and submission as her entire body trembled and tensed.

I didn't want to stop there, though, wanting to make her feel utterly owned, and I started sucking on her clit hard right after she came, thrusting my fingers into her slit callously, causing her to scream and beg and cry until another orgasm shuddered violently through her body, and I kept going for a moment, and she was begging so cutely, she was sorry, she was going to be good, she didn't knew what she had done wrong... okay, I was definitely going too far.

I slowly let up, and gave her pussy a few small kisses, causing fearful shudders through her body, and nuzzled my way back up and kissed her on the lips so she could taste herself as I stroked her head and scritched behind her ears.

"Good girl," I said breathily, panting softly from how little I had been focused on getting air when my mouth was on her pussy and clit.

She stared up at me with teary adoration, face flushed and a mixture of satisfied and terrified, eyes soft, tail thumping against the bed. "Thank you, Mistress! I love you!"

...wait, what?

"I know you do, my cute little fox... and you did everything perfectly, I just wanted to test your resolve." I kissed her mouth softly, and she moaned into it.

She gave my face soft little kisses. "Thank you for making me yours, I really appreciate your kindness..."

...hmm, had I been that transparent? Well, I felt I had gotten genuinely a little sadistic towards the end there... which made me feel just a little sick, but even though she looked like a bit of a mess, she sounded more relaxed now since I had met her caged up at that slaver's place.

I had let her release all that fear and tension... probably. I'm not sure it was a good idea, in the long run, but for the moment she just seemed so happy and grateful and attached to me instead of Mistress Eve, which was maybe an improvement.

I lay back on my back, and patted the bed next to me. "Come cuddle with me again."

She rolled back onto me, her body softly trembling, and I petted her head and gently played with her ears.

She didn't seem to care that the skirt of her dress was still flipped up, rather, her attention was all focused adoringly on me as her body softly pressed and trembled against mine.

I had done the right thing... right?