Prompt: Servitude of the Living (Highschool of the Dead) (Patreon)

Summary: Saeko and Kohta have a duel to determine which of them will submit to the other. In the end, Saeko loses, becoming Kohta's slave and pet. It's... not that bad, honestly. Includes: Dom/Sub. 

000

The apocalypse was a harsh and brutal wave that crashed down on the lives of those who would survive. The first few minutes of it were a brutal, bloodbath of death and undeath. People died all around Kohta Hirano, but despite the horror show playing out around him, he survived.

Hell, he thrived.

The man was a gun fanatic, always preparing for something crazy to happen to the rest of the world. His skills made him indispensable to the rest of his band of survivors, to the point where he didn’t think it was an exaggeration to say he was the best, and most important member.

Not that the others didn’t add to the group. Saeko, for example, was a master swordswoman, able to cut down the undead with her sword… It was impressive, though, he’d always end up with a higher kill count than her.

From their rivalary, a deal was struck. They two would fight to decide who truly was better, and to spice up the deal, the loser had to become subservient to the winner. Kohta came up with that part of the deal, and Saeko had left, fully expecting the young man to be her slave tomorrow.

The two fought, with Kohta using rubber bullets to even the odds a bit, and Saeko using a practice sword that wouldn’t actually cut his head off. They fought until one of them couldn’t stand anymore, late into the night, hidden in a dark forest far from the city so no one could interrupt them. This went on for what felt like hours, until a winner was decided.

By the skin of his teeth, Kohta Hirano had won. He dropped his gun to the ground, standing on shaking legs as Saeko laid before him. The fight had ruined her clothes, exposing her dark bra to his leering eyes, the moonlight illuminating her figure as he cheered.

She glared at him, hate in those beautiful eyes, but something else laid just under the surface. Saeko had always been starved for love. To be wanted. To be taken…

And finally, it seemed, a man had won her, earned her… Had her…

His eyes fell on her body against, examining every curve, savoring every inch of her gorgeous body.

“From now on, you’re going to call me Master!” he declared, and Saeko hoped the darkness hid her smiling lips.

“Y-yes, Master.”

000

Kohta sat back, a smile on his face. The small group of survivors had finally found a place to call home, at least for the next few weeks, it seemed. Some wealthy billionaire’s mansion was now their home. Apparently he had left for a bunker early in the apocalypse, only to get into a car crash just outside the large home.

He died, but what he lost, they gained. The mansion was empty of staff, and guests both living and undead. It was perfect for them, and they made their home here with little effort.

Easily defended, with plenty of food that was abandoned by the rich and wealthy. Kohta ate some snacks as he sat on a large bed, feeling the bathrobe hug his body. Lucky him that the billionaire was his size, and that his wife? Well, she was just a bit smaller than Saeko.

He watched as she stepped out of the bathroom, a blush on her face as she stared at him. Her face was a bright shade of red as she stepped closer towards him, letting him stare at her large breasts as they strained the dark, almost black lace gown.

She stood before him, a tray of wine and food in her hands. He smiled at her, motioning her over with a single finger, and she obeyed, approaching him with a rosy blush on her face. She walked carefully, not wanting to tear the dress and expose her large breasts to Kohta, but it wasn’t easy.

She gulped as she stood in front of him, and he took the tray with a smile, placing it aside.

“Damn, you look gorgeous. You even did your makeup. I didn’t order you to do that,” he commented, staring at her violet lips.

“I-I thought you’d like it,” she huffed, glaring at a nearby wall as he chuckled. He licked his lips, nodding his head.

“Well, I do.”

“I just… I didn’t want to,” she huffed, nibbling on her plump, lower lip.

“Of course.”

“So don’t take it the wrong way, or-” She gasped, feeling a hand grabbing her ass. He squeezed it, sinking his fingers into her soft skin, making her mewl in pleasure as her body reacted… well to his touch.

“Easy there, girl. I don’t want you dropping my wine.”

“Y-yes, s-sir,” she grunted. He took the tray from her and she sighed in relief, before he gestured to the ground.

“Kneel.”

She sighed, doing as asked, kneeling down before him. Her glare never left her face, though, at least not for the moment.

“Enjoy this while it lasts, because-” He began to move his boxers. “-I assure you, as soon we have our rematch I will-” His cock popped out, smacking Saeko across her face. She gasped, being smacked by the thick member. Her eyes widened, before she turned her head to glare at the massive member.

Her jaw dropped, staring at the cock for the first time in her life. It was thick, dripping precum from the tip as Kohta got comfortable again. He said nothing as he grabbed the wine, popped the cork, and began to pour some red wine down his throat.

He popped his lips from it, savoring the burn with a smile on his face, before he handed the bottle to her.

“Thirsty?” he asked. “A gorgeous woman like you shouldn’t be upset, you know. You should be having a good time. Enjoying yourself,” he smiled, and she blushed at the compliment.

“Y-you really think I’m beautiful?”

“You’re the hottest slut around, and trust me, I’ve seen the competition.”

“And… you think I’m better? Right?” she asked quietly, before she noticed him motioning to drink. “Oh, s-sorry.” She didn’t even realize she had apologized. Without thinking, she took a swig of the liquor, coughing as the taste burned her tongue and throat.

She spilled it onto the ground, and onto her large breasts as Kohta chuckled, admiring the jiggle of her large breasts within the now wet gown.

“I think you’re the hottest. Why else would I want you as my little love slut?”

“L-luh, love slut? Um, I… ah… T-thank you,” she muttered, turning away once more as her face burned a bright shade of scarlet.

Being defeated by the man was humiliating, but she couldn’t deny it was nice to be shown some love by a real man. All of her attempts to woo Takashi had failed in the past, leaving her wondering if he even found her attractive.

The cock, inches from her face, told her clearly that she was seen as very sexy by the man. “Um, y-you probably want me to ride your cock, right? Y-you want to feel it fuck me, right? Pounding my tight, wet cunt a-and… Impaling me?” she panted, drooling slightly as her pussy quivered between her legs. He didn’t say anything, simply shrugging. “D-don’t act like you’re so cool, Master!” she huffed. “Look, if you want to be like that, fine! I-I’ll just ride your cock now…”

She climbed onto the bed, lifting her wet pussy over his dick. She lacked panties under her lacy gown, leaving her cunt to drip down onto the cock before she dropped her hips down, impaling herself on the cock and moaning with loud, euphoric cries as his dick filled her.

Her hands grabbed her shoulders, and she jumped forward, letting her wet, alcohol-covered tits cover his face. He moaned against her soft breasts, pulling her gown down so that the breasts could pop free. He wrapped his lips around one of her nipples, tasting the wine again as he sucked on the hard tip.

“Ahhh! I-I didn’t s-say you could do that!” He smacked her ass, and the smack rang out through her head as she gasped, crying out in pleasure. “B-but you don’t need to ask! I’m sorry, Master, I-ahhh!” His other hand grabbed her hip, pulling her down, forcing more of his cock inside of her wet cunt.

“Oh, fuck, h-how are you so big?”

“Mmm, you’re pretty tight,” he replied, grabbing one of her large breasts with one hand as the other squeezed and kneaded her ass. “I like it a lot.”

“R-really?” Saeko asked, blushing slightly. “I-I’m glad. I mean, good, I-ahh!” He pinched her nipple between his fingers, earning a loud moan from her lips as he leaned in. His lips were inches from hers as she trembled, wondering if this fat bastard would actually steal her first kiss…

Then he pressed his lips against her neck, and she was left blushing as she felt an ounce of… disappointment?

Her thoughts were quickly destroyed, though, as the hand on her ass lifted her up. She gasped, eyes widening, before she was dropped down his cock again. She mewled in pleasure, leaning her head back as the thick member split her in two.

“M-MASTER!”

He grinned, before his hands grabbed her ass, bouncing her up and down as she mewled in pleasure, panting as the hard shat rammed deeper inside of her, fucking her faster and harder as she mewled in pleasure and bliss. Her eyes rolled into her head as he kept fucking her, moving faster now as her screams filled the empty room.

Saeko had never felt such pleasure before. Not even when she had killed Them. She was drooling slightly as his lips popped from her neck, leaving hickies on her skin as his face pressed between her large breasts, motorboating them as she bounced up and down on his body.

Her moans filled the air, invading even her own mind as a haze of lust clouded her thoughts. As soon as she saw Kohta’s lips, she threw her arms around him and kissed, pushing her tongue into his mouth and making out with him as his cock continued to pound her tight pussy. Globs of precum filled her insides, coating them as the earth shook from the force of their love making.

Love making? Yes, that’s what it was. This ecstasy shooting through her like lightning was pleasure. Loving and immense. It made her lose her mind as she clung to him, continuing to kiss him as her pussy juices coated his face and belly. His own precum lubed the walls of her pussy, letting his entire shaft slide into her as she felt it.

She was getting close to it… An orgasm. A wild explosion of pleasure. She sucked on Kohta’s tongue, a silent plea for more, before he broke the kiss.

“Who owns you?” he growled, squeezing her body against his, letting her tits be sandwiched between them.

“Y-you! You! You own me, Master! Ahh, please, c-can I cum?! I need to cum! I want to cum, I want your cum pumped inside of me, filling me, Mast-mph!” She interrupted herself, kissing his lips once more, moaning as his tongue entered her mouth.

His tongue danced in her mouth as his cock pounded against her insides. It throbbed, pulsing, before it erupted inside of her, shooting a jet of semen deep into her wet pussy, filling her insides with his seed. She moaned loudly, shaking in his arms as she came herself.

Her orgasm rocked her body, changing her into her new place, leaving her shaking and quivering with a glimmer in her shimmering eyes. She felt his seed filling her as she fell for him, finding that losing to the man was the best thing for her.

After all, love was a battlefield… and she was happy to be Kohta’s loser. Their kiss ended for now, strands of saliva linking their mouths as she moaned, staring at him with hearts in her eyes.

“Master… Please, give your slut more of you…haa, haaa, delicious love,” she purred, cum dripping from her cunt as she pulled him into another kiss.