Ana fell to the ground, exhausted, every muscle screaming in protest.
A sheen of sweat coated her body, tracing a glistening path down her sternum to pool in the deep valley of her cleavage.
With each ragged breath, her huge tits strained against the damp fabric of her top, the peaks hardening from the chill air and the aftershocks of exertion.
Standing over her was Emily, with a bright, triumphant smile on her lips.
Her eyes, sharp and determined, sparkled with satisfaction. They were framed by a wild mane of fiery orange hair, tamed into twin ponytails that swung with her every movement.
"That was an incredible session!" Emily cheered, jumping with a buoyant energy that made Ana groan.
The playful action made Emily's own generous breasts, tightly encased in her workout gear, bounce in a hypnotic rhythm.
Emily's body was a masterpiece. Her tight-fitting gym clothes sculpted her athletic body.
Roped muscles defined her arms, while her flat, toned stomach curved out into generous hips and a perfect, rounded ass that even Ana envied.
"Help me," Ana whimpered, her voice tired. "I don't think I can move."
Emily's smile softened, and she extended a strong, calloused hand. "Need a lift?"
"Yes, please," Ana breathed, her body feeling like lead.
It was always like this. Every visit to Emily's mansion inevitably led to the private combat training room, where Emily lived for these practice matches.
And as usual, Ana lost. Even though they used the same abilities and had nearly equal amounts of mana — Ana's being slightly larger — the difference in combat skills was too great.
The blonde wasn't bad at fighting, far from it, but her best friend was too good.
Still, that wasn't the most important thing. Ana had come to visit Emily with a single goal in mind. As Emily pulled her to her feet, a wicked smirk tugged at Ana's lips.
After a shared, steamy shower that washed everything away, they retreated to Emily's luxurious bedroom. Wrapped in soft towels, Ana didn't waste a moment.
"Emily, you have to see this," Ana purred, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she held up her phone.
The screen glowed, already cued to a video. Before Emily could process it, the sound of soft, breathy moans and the sight of a man moving with aggressive, possessive rhythm against a very familiar body filled the space between them.
Emily flinched as if struck, her head whipping away, a furious blush igniting across her cheeks and down her neck. "Ana! I can't… I can't watch things like that."
"Of course you can," Ana insisted, closing the distance between them on the bed. The mattress dipped under her weight as she pressed close, her voice a husky whisper near Emily's ear. "Trust me, watching it will change how you see… everything."
"Are you sure…?" Emily's voice was a fragile thing, laced with doubt and a curiosity she was clearly ashamed of.
Hesitantly, her resolve crumbling, she allowed her gaze to flicker back to the screen. It was exactly what she expected: the video showed Nolan pinning Ana down and driving his monstrous cock into her with a primal force.
Her eyes, wide and unsure, rose to meet Ana's. She couldn't understand the reason, but her body began getting warm, her pussy throbbing.
"It just seems so… perverted," Emily whispered, her mother's stern warnings echoing in her mind. "She always said… that this kind of thing would… corrode my warrior spirit."
"Come on, when was your mother right? When was it more pleasurable or fun to obey her instead of listening to me? Besides, it's just a video."
Emily hesitated, but curiosity began to take over her. She always trusted Ana, and the idea of discovering something new, something her mother would never allow, was tempting.
"Okay, I'll watch it..." she said with an embarrassed tone.
In response, Ana immediately pressed play and handed her the phone. The video began to play, and Emily was shocked to see Nolan and Ana together, in an intimate and passionate moment. She tried to look away, but something made her keep watching.
She simply couldn't take her eyes off it. And she soon felt her body heat up and her pussy contract in a way that had never happened before.
"Why are you showing me this?" Emily finally asked, embarrassed, but without looking away from the screen.
"Because I know you need to feel this pleasure," She zoomed in on the video to her ecstatic face. "The same pleasure I felt."
"But..." Emily felt her body burning, and she couldn't deny that she wanted it; however, "my mother would never allow it. Besides, I don't know any men."
"Don't worry, I already know the ideal person," Ana replied confidently.
"Who?"
Ana smiled, knowing she had already convinced her friend. Then she pointed to the man who was fucking her like a beast in the video.
"My master," she said briefly.
"You mean the guy in the video?" Emily asked, finding the choice of words very strange. "But isn't he your man already?"
She was genuinely confused; after all, from a very young age, she knew that her friend didn't like to share anything she had. That's why she found it strange that Ana would suddenly offer the same man she was having sex with.
"No, he's not my man," she smiled pervertedly. "It's the opposite, I'm one of his girls. And you can be another one of his little whores too, if you want."
"What do you mean?" Emily was truly lost.
However, before Ana had the chance to explain everything to Emily, she heard her phone ring and decided to answer it immediately; after all, it was her master calling.
"I need you to do something for me..." the man ordered with a voice much more irritated and powerful than usual.
It was different from his usual powerful voice, which made Ana feel comfortable and submissive. It was a voice filled with hatred, which would instinctively make anyone feel fear.