Bartiel had been bought as a love slave. A lust slave, actually, but the fifteen-year-old had turned into a love oet. He shuddered softly as he felt his neck kissed in his sleep, murmurring very softly. The redhead had a wild look cultivated about him; having been raised since birth to be a love slave his hair went down to his ankles, with his pale skin being mostly from being kept out of the sun. It seemed Maria liked the wild yet pale, almost vampiric look of his skin because she didn't let him tan, nor did she cut his hair, making him look something of a beast. Although she usually treated him good, except when she got angry. As she lay next to him, he didn't quite react immediately, but as her hand ran along his body, his cock quickly grew hard and began to stick up.
Openning his eyes, he looked up and down as he looked at her form yet, smiling very softly as he sat up, lust in his eyes as he laid back down and kissed her, pressing his hips up against hers', and pressing his cock up against her body as he let out a little bit of a breath. "Mistress, I'm horny. Did you do that thing to me again in my sleep?" he asked softly, breathing deeply against her ear, moaning softly with desire before pulling back. He was mostly nude. He spent just about all of his time nude save for his metal collar and a pair of metal bracelets where chains could easily be put through the loops on his ankles and his wrists - usually used for punishing him or when she wanted sex and he didn't, raping him, but that only happened when he just started going through puberty and when he was feeling uppity, and it stopped being rape about halfway through.