You find yourself trapped, once again, the bed chamber of your Master, with beads of sweat rolling down your face and your naked body as you are forced to posture yourself before him, bent forward and resting your elbows down on his bed, your ass up in the air, exposing yourself to him fully. He's already had his fun with you twice, but the older man, who has only ever told you to refer to him as 'Master', simply drank a potion he had made for himself to "reinvigorate himself" and come back once again. He told you to keep your hands on the bed, ad you must. He told you to arch your back, and you must. That damn leash in his hand while he fucks you... you can do nothing but co-operate. The naturally sensitive walls of your pussy can feel every twitch and shift of his cock inside of you. Hey, at least he's helping you cast some spells later on, right? Unable to move away or stop him though, you feel him beginning yo climax once again, emptying his load into your pussy with a loud groan, his hands clench your ass roughly as he does so, giving a final few thrusts into you before finally withdrawing and taking a step back.<br/><br/>"Stay... stay there, whore," he pants, his breathing coming heavily. More so than normal. Of course, at his age - for a human anyway - three rounds of rough, spirited fucking like that probably leave him exhausted. You don't know his precise age, but more of his hair is grey than not, and he's definitely older looking than most humans you've seen since being summoned... not that you've ever had much chance to leave the old man's home. But you haven't got much time to think before you hear a thud behind you, and the compulsion to remain where you are suddenly is gone. "As... Asta-r-rotte," he wheezes. The old man has fallen down, obviously coming to some kind of harm. He is reaching for the leash that he accidentally let go of in his collapse, seemingly almost<em>needing</em>to get to you. "H-help... m-m-me," he pleads, looking up at you. His hands are desperately clutching at his heart, as though he could fix himself if only he could reach into his own body. Perhaps he could? Well... he can't reach into himself, so its a moot point. After a few more seconds, what little light was left leaves his eyes, and he stares up at the ceiling of the round room. Your 'Master' is dead.