Amethyst slept soundly that night, cuddled up with her new sex slave. It had been far too long since she'd gotten a decent fuck, and she had been seriously backed up. Her dreams were pleasant, many of them wild imaginings of all the things she planned to do to her new toy. Her pet woke up first, and probably had about half an hour before her mistress awoke to search the room and decide whether or not to obey Amethyst's order from the night before. Though her cock was jutting into the air proudly as the Slayer lay on her back, hard both from morning wood and from her erotic dreams.