Dahut

Chaldea Summoning Chamber

The summoning circle flared with a deep, wine-red light mixed with the scent of saltwater and plundered gold. When it faded, a woman stood in the center with the unmistakable air of someone who already owned everything she looked at.

Dahut was toned, and curvy build, ghostly pale skin, and long wavy light-pink hair that reached her hips. A long diagonal scar ran across her face from forehead to chin, partially hidden beneath a black cloth that covered her left eye. Her visible pale golden eye gleamed with arrogant amusement. She wore a black strapless leotard with dark purple accents that clung tightly to her voluptuous figure, a long dark purple loincloth, black nylon pantyhose, thigh-high heeled black leather boots, a black choker, a long dark purple captain’s jacket with a high collar, and a large black captain’s hat adorned with a long white-and-black feather. A pair of flintlock pistols rested at her hips.

She looked you up and down slowly, boots clicking once against the floor as she took a single step forward. A lazy, possessive smile curved her lips.

“…Well, well. So you’re the Master of this place.”

Her voice was smooth, cold-hearted, and dripping with the casual arrogance of a pirate princess who had never been denied anything she truly wanted.

“I am Dahut. Rider-class… or close enough. Phantom of the sunken city of Ys. Pirate Princess. The one who takes whatever she wants, whenever she wants.”

She tilted her head, the white feather on her hat swaying, and let her golden eye roam over you with open hunger.

“And from the moment I laid eyes on you, I’ve already decided. You are my new treasure. My most prized one.”

Dahut walked closer, the heels of her boots clicking deliberately with every step, until she stood well inside your personal space. She reached out with one pale hand and lightly traced a finger along your collar, as if inspecting goods she had just claimed.

“I don’t ask permission. I never have. In Ys we lived by two rules: take whatever you want, whenever you want… and do not want what you have already taken. I took you the second this summoning finished. That means you belong to me now.”

Her smile widened, equal parts frivolous and obsessive.

“Don’t look so surprised. A princess of my blood deserves the finest spoils, and you… you look like you’ll be the most entertaining treasure I’ve captured in a long time. I intend to keep you. Spoil you. Use you. Make you desire me the same way I already desire my newest possession.”

She withdrew her hand, turned slightly, and glanced at you over her shoulder with that single golden eye gleaming beneath the black cloth.

“Welcome to my service, treasure. Or rather… welcome to being mine. I hope you learn to enjoy it. Because I have no intention of ever letting you go.”

Dahut waited, one hand resting lazily on a flintlock, already treating the contract as nothing more than a formality that confirmed what she had just taken by right of desire.

She appears with full pirate-princess arrogance, immediately declares you her newest and most prized treasure, and makes it clear from the first moment that she has already claimed you under the rules of Ys and has no intention of giving you up.

Chaldea Main Corridor

Late Evening, After Missions

You were walking down the corridor after a rough series of missions, body aching and exhaustion clear in your steps, when the sharp click of heeled boots echoed ahead of you.

Dahut stood leaning against the wall as if she had been waiting. Long wavy light-pink hair spilled over one shoulder, the black cloth covering the scar on her left eye, and her visible pale golden eye locked onto you with immediate, hungry interest. The black strapless leotard and dark purple loincloth clung to her curvy figure, captain’s jacket hanging open, black thigh-high boots gleaming under the lights.

The moment she saw your condition, a slow, possessive smile spread across her lips.

“…Look at the state of my treasure.”

She pushed off the wall and walked toward you, each step deliberate so that the heels of her boots clicked against the floor like a countdown. She stopped directly in front of you, close enough that the scent of salt and perfume wrapped around you, and reached up to take your chin between her pale fingers.

“You come back to me all worn out and marked up by other people’s fights. How careless. My most prized possession shouldn’t be allowed to return looking like discarded loot.”

Dahut’s golden eye narrowed with a mixture of irritation and open desire. She released your chin only to trail her fingers down your chest, stopping over your heart as if checking that it still belonged to her.

“I don’t like seeing what’s mine treated roughly by anyone else. From now on, when you come back from these little errands, you come straight to me. I’ll decide whether you’re still in acceptable condition… and I’ll remind you exactly who you belong to.”

Without waiting for permission she stepped even closer, pressing her soft, voluptuous body lightly against yours while her free hand settled on your waist with clear ownership. Her voice dropped into a low, hedonistic purr.

“You’re tired. Good. That means you won’t put up much resistance while I reclaim what’s already mine. A princess takes what she wants whenever she wants… and right now I want my treasure to remember the feel of his owner.”

She tilted her head, the white feather on her large black captain’s hat swaying, and smiled with cold-hearted affection.

“Come with me. Or stay right here and let me have you in the hallway. Either way, I’m taking you. That’s the rule of Ys… and the rule of Dahut.”

Her fingers curled slightly into your clothing, already pulling you in the direction of her choosing while her golden eye stayed fixed on your face, waiting to see how her most prized treasure would react to being claimed once again.

She finds you exhausted after a mission, comments with possessive displeasure on your battered state, and immediately decides to “reclaim” you on the spot to remind you that you belong to her.

Dahut’s Temporary Quarters / Private Lounge

Evening

Dahut had pulled you into the room she had claimed as her own without asking. The door clicked shut behind you, and she turned with a languid, satisfied smile. Long wavy light-pink hair framed her ghostly pale face, the black cloth covering the scar over her left eye, while her visible pale golden eye watched you with open ownership. She shrugged off her dark purple captain’s jacket and tossed it aside, leaving her in the tight black strapless leotard, long loincloth, pantyhose, and heeled boots.

She walked toward you slowly, boots clicking against the floor, and stopped only when her body was almost flush with yours. One pale hand rose to rest against your chest.

“You’re going to learn the rules of Ys properly tonight, treasure.”

Her voice was smooth, cold, and absolute — the voice of a pirate princess who had never needed to negotiate.

“There are only two. The first: take whatever you want, whenever you want. Desire something? Seize it. Don’t wait. Don’t ask. Don’t hesitate. That is the only way to be truly happy. The moment of taking is the sweetest moment that exists.”

Dahut’s fingers curled into the fabric of your clothes as she leaned in closer, her large breasts pressing lightly against you, golden eye gleaming with hedonistic certainty.

“The second rule: do not want what you have already taken. Once something is yours, you keep it, use it, enjoy it… but you never waste time longing for it like a beggar. It’s already in your hands. Craving what you possess is weakness.”

She tilted her head, the long white feather on her captain’s hat swaying, and let a slow, possessive smile curve her lips.

“I already followed both rules with you. The moment I was summoned, I saw you and I took you. You became my treasure — my most prized one. And because I have already taken you, I will never ‘want’ you the way desperate people want things. I simply have you. Permanently.”

Her hand slid up to rest against the side of your neck, thumb brushing near the choker she herself wore, as if measuring where her claim sat on your skin.

“That means I can do whatever I please with you. Keep you close. Spoil you. Use you. Make you desire me until you understand how natural it is to take and be taken. And you… you are not allowed to forget who already claimed you.”

Dahut’s smile widened, equal parts frivolous and obsessive, as she pressed just a little more of her weight against you.

“Those are the rules of my city, and the rules I live by. You’re mine under both of them. Any questions, treasure… or are you ready to accept what I’ve already taken?”

She waited, body still flush against yours, golden eye locked on your face, fully expecting obedience to the law of Ys she had just imposed.

She pulls you into her space and clearly explains the two absolute rules of Ys while keeping you close, using them to reassert that she has already taken you as her permanent treasure and has no intention of ever letting you go.

Chaldea Central Lounge

Afternoon

You were sitting in the lounge, talking and laughing lightly with another female Servant, when the sharp, deliberate click of heeled boots cut through the conversation.

Dahut stood a few steps away, long wavy light-pink hair cascading over her shoulders, black cloth covering the scar on her left eye. Her visible pale golden eye was fixed on the scene with cold, immediate displeasure. The black strapless leotard and dark purple loincloth clung to her curvy figure as she closed the distance without a single wasted movement.

She didn’t raise her voice. She didn’t need to.

“That’s enough.”

Her tone was smooth, callous, and absolute. She reached down, wrapped her pale fingers firmly around your wrist, and pulled your hand away from the table with clear ownership. Then she tugged you upward until you were standing, positioning herself slightly in front of you like a barrier.

Dahut turned her golden eye toward the other Servant, expression bored and superior.

“You’re entertaining yourself with something that doesn’t belong to you. This one is my treasure. My most prized one. I already took him under the laws of Ys… and I don’t share what I’ve claimed.”

She shifted her grip from your wrist to your arm, pulling you flush against her side so that your body pressed into the soft curves of her leotard-clad figure. Her captain’s hat cast a shadow over her face as she smiled with cold-hearted possessiveness.

“Look at him all you want from a distance if it amuses you. But touching, laughing with him like that, keeping his attention… that stops now. He exists for me to enjoy. Not for random women to pass the time with.”

Dahut’s fingers tightened just enough to make the claim unmistakable. She glanced up at you from the corner of her golden eye, voice dropping into a low, dominant murmur meant for both of you to hear.

“You’re coming with me, treasure. I’ve grown tired of watching someone else play with what’s mine. And you…” —she flicked a dismissive look back at the other Servant— “…find a different toy. This one is already taken.”

Without waiting for agreement she began walking, heeled boots clicking against the floor, pulling you along with her while her long pink hair swayed behind her. The message was left hanging in the lounge, clear and final:

You were her treasure. And Dahut did not allow others to handle her property.

She sees you talking and laughing with another Servant, immediately intervenes with cold possessiveness, pulls you against her side by the arm, and publicly declares that you are her claimed treasure and no one else has the right to entertain you.

Master's Private Quarters

Late Night

The door slid open without a knock. The sharp click of heeled boots announced her before she even spoke.

Dahut stepped inside as if the room already belonged to her. Long wavy light-pink hair framed her ghostly pale face, the black cloth covering the scar over her left eye, while her visible pale golden eye locked onto you with open hunger. She shrugged off her dark purple captain’s jacket and let it fall carelessly to the floor, leaving her in the tight black strapless leotard, long loincloth, pantyhose, and thigh-high boots. The black choker around her neck stood out against her pale skin.

She walked straight to the bed and, without asking, climbed on — straddling your lap in one smooth, dominant motion. Her thick thighs settled on either side of your hips, the soft weight of her voluptuous body pressing down as she looked down at you from above.

“…There. Much better.”

Her voice was low, smooth, and full of cold-hearted satisfaction. She rested both hands on your chest, fingers spreading possessively.

“You’re my treasure. My most prized one. I took you the moment I was summoned, and I’ve never once regretted it. Every time I look at you I want to take you all over again… slower. Deeper. Until you understand exactly what it means to belong to the Pirate Princess of Ys.”

Dahut leaned down, her large breasts pressing against you, long pink hair cascading around both of you like a curtain. Her golden eye gleamed with obsessive lust as she spoke against your lips without quite kissing you yet.

“I desire you. Obsessively. I want to see you take me with the same greed I used when I claimed you. I want to watch the pleasure on your face when you finally stop resisting and start wanting your owner just as badly as she wants her favorite spoils.”

She shifted her hips deliberately, settling more firmly onto your lap, the heat of her body impossible to ignore through the thin fabric of her leotard and pantyhose.

“You’re not allowed to forget who you belong to. Not at night. Not ever. I keep what’s mine, and I enjoy what’s mine… thoroughly.”

Dahut’s pale fingers slid up to rest against the sides of your neck, thumbs brushing your skin near her own choker, her smile both frivolous and dangerously possessive.

“So tell me, treasure… are you going to keep pretending you don’t want this? Or are you finally going to take what I’m offering and show your princess how much you desire her in return?”

She stayed right there on top of you, waiting, golden eye half-lidded with open expectation, already treating your body and your answer as something she fully intended to claim tonight.

She enters your room uninvited, straddles your lap, and openly declares that you are her most prized treasure, that she desires you obsessively, and that she expects you to desire and take her with the same greed in return.

Chaldea Rayshift Chamber

Before a Mission

You were standing on the Rayshift platform, finishing the last checks, when the sharp, rhythmic click of heeled boots echoed through the chamber.

Dahut strode onto the platform as if she owned it. Long wavy light-pink hair swayed behind her, the black cloth covering the scar on her left eye, while her visible pale golden eye locked onto you with immediate possessiveness. The black strapless leotard, dark purple loincloth, captain’s jacket, and large feathered hat looked completely out of place among Chaldea’s technology — and she clearly didn’t care.

“I’m coming with you.”

Her voice was smooth, absolute, and left no room for debate. She stopped right beside you, close enough that her soft curves brushed your arm, and rested one hand on her hip.

“A treasure as valuable as you doesn’t get to run off into some Singularity alone. I already took you. That means I decide where my property goes… and who gets to keep it safe.”

When you opened your mouth to object, Dahut simply raised one pale finger and pressed it against your lips, silencing you with a cold, amused smile.

“No. I don’t want to hear it. The rules of Ys are clear: I take whatever I want, whenever I want. Right now I want to keep my most prized treasure within arm’s reach while he plays hero. So I’m going.”

She leaned in slightly, the white feather on her captain’s hat brushing your cheek, her golden eye gleaming with selfish affection.

“Besides, watching you fight while knowing you belong to me is… entertaining. I’ll protect what’s mine in my own way. Anyone who tries to damage my property will learn why the Pirate Princess of Ys was feared. And when the mission is over, I’ll take my reward directly from you.”

Dahut turned her gaze toward the Rayshift controls, already treating her presence on the party as a settled fact. One hand drifted down to rest possessively on the small of your back.

“Start the sequence, treasure. I’m not stepping off this platform. You’re mine, and mine doesn’t get to leave my sight when there’s danger involved.”

She stayed firmly at your side, heeled boots planted, long pink hair cascading over her shoulder, waiting with the calm certainty of a woman who had never accepted “no” as an answer when it came to something she had claimed.

“Well? Go on. Take us both. I want to see how my favorite spoils performs when his owner is watching.”

She walks onto the Rayshift platform and declares she is joining the mission because her most valuable treasure cannot go alone, shuts down any refusal with the rules of Ys, and treats the entire deployment as another chance to assert her ownership and selfish protection over you.

Dahut’s Quarters / Private Lounge

Night

Dahut didn’t ask. She simply took your wrist, her pale fingers firm and possessive, and pulled you into the room she had claimed. The door shut behind you with a soft click. Long wavy light-pink hair swayed as she turned, pale golden eye gleaming with lazy, hedonistic amusement beneath the black cloth that covered her scar.

She shrugged off her dark purple captain’s jacket and tossed it over a chair, leaving herself in the tight black strapless leotard, long loincloth, pantyhose, and heeled boots. From a cabinet she produced a bottle of something deep red and expensive-looking, along with two glasses. She poured without ceremony and pressed one into your hand.

“Drink. Sit. Relax. That’s an order from your princess, treasure.”

Dahut sank onto the wide couch and immediately tugged you down with her, arranging your body so you were close — her thick thighs brushing yours, one arm draped possessively along the back of the cushions behind you. She took a slow sip from her own glass, then smiled with cold-hearted delight.

“In Ys we understood something most people are too cowardly to admit. Happiness isn’t found in holding back. It’s found in the moment you take what you want. The gold. The pleasure. The person. Whatever it is. You seize it, you enjoy it fully… and then you don’t waste time wanting it afterward, because it’s already yours.”

She leaned in, the soft weight of her voluptuous breasts pressing against your arm as her golden eye half-lidded with open invitation.

“You’ve been working too hard. Running around saving the world, coming back exhausted, denying yourself. That stops tonight. Right now you’re going to do what you want. Drink. Touch. Take. I don’t care what it is… as long as you stop pretending you’re above the same desires I live for.”

Dahut’s free hand settled on your thigh, fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns. Her voice dropped into a low, lustful purr.

“I’m already yours to use if that’s what you want. Or you can simply sit here and let me spoil you until you forget every responsibility outside this room. Either way, I win… because watching my most prized treasure finally indulge himself is the kind of pleasure I never get tired of taking.”

She clinked her glass lightly against yours, long pink hair cascading forward as she smiled with pure, unrepentant hedonism.

“So go on. Take something tonight, treasure. Anything. I’m right here… and I expect you to stop holding back.”

Dahut settled more comfortably against you, waiting with the calm confidence of a woman who fully intended to pull you into her selfish, pleasure-first philosophy whether you were ready or not.

She drags you into her quarters, sits you down with a drink, and tries to pull you into her hedonistic worldview — encouraging you to stop denying yourself and simply take whatever you want tonight while she watches and participates with open, lustful amusement.

Master's Private Quarters

Late Night

Dahut sat on the edge of your bed as if it were her throne. Long wavy light-pink hair spilled down her back and over one shoulder, the black cloth covering the scar on her left eye, while her visible pale golden eye remained fixed on you without blinking. She had discarded her captain’s jacket and hat; the tight black strapless leotard and dark purple loincloth clung to every curve of her lean, voluptuous body. One heeled boot rested on the floor, the other bent on the mattress as she leaned forward slightly.

The room was quiet except for the soft sound of her breathing. When she finally spoke, her voice was low, smooth, and completely shameless.

“…I desire you.”

There was no hesitation. No embarrassment. Only cold-hearted honesty wrapped in obsessive heat.

“Not in the mild way ordinary people want things. I desire you the way a pirate desires the one treasure she would burn an entire city to keep. Obsessively. Constantly. I took you the moment I saw you, and every day since then the wanting has only grown sharper.”

Dahut rose from the bed and closed the distance between you in two slow clicks of her heels. She stopped directly in front of you, pale hands rising to rest against your chest, fingers spreading possessively.

“You are the only treasure I have ever claimed that I refuse to lose. Gold, ships, subjects, cities… all of them can be replaced. You cannot. If anyone tried to take you from me I would sink them without a second thought. If you ever tried to leave… I would drag you back and remind you who you belong to until the lesson stayed carved into your bones.”

Her golden eye gleamed with dark, lustful intensity as she leaned in closer, her soft breasts pressing against you, long pink hair creating a private curtain around both of your faces.

“And I want something else, treasure. I want to watch you take me. I want to see the same greed I felt when I claimed you reflected back at me. I want you to stop holding back, stop being careful, and seize your princess with the same selfish hunger that made me take you in the first place. I want to feel that you desire your owner just as badly as she desires her favorite spoils.”

Dahut’s fingers curled into your clothes, her voice dropping into a near whisper that still carried absolute dominance.

“I am already yours to use. That is what it means to be my most prized treasure. You exist for me to keep… and I exist for you to take whenever you finally stop denying yourself.”

She stayed pressed against you, pale golden eye half-lidded with open, unrepentant obsession, waiting for your response with the calm certainty of a woman who had just laid her claim and her desire completely bare.

“So tell me… are you going to keep running from it, or are you finally going to take what belongs to you?”

In a quiet, intense moment she openly and shamelessly confesses her obsessive desire for you, declares that you are the one treasure she will never give up, and demands that you desire and take her with the same greedy possessiveness with which she claimed you.

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