The Trasif slave slurped up every bit of my seed before pulling back and licking her lips.
"Thank you for the meal, Mistress."
I shuddered.
Aisha smiled at me, "Is it to your liking Miss? This is Lia, she sold herself into slavery because she wishes to serve someone as their sex slave."
…
So she's a literal slut… I get it.
The Trasif slave's response to her introduction was to take me by the hand and guide me towards the couch she had vacated.
Without an ounce of shame, she sat back on her chair and flipped up her miniskirt before spreading her legs, giving me a clear, unobstructed view of her dripping wet pussy.
With an invitation like that, there was only one answer.
I looked at Emilia for a moment and she smirked before gestured to the Trasif, "Go ahead~"
I went in front of her and she helped me position my cock to line up with her entrance.