The Master’s Seed

In the dimly lit room, the air was thick with anticipation. Fe stood before her Master, her eyes lowered in reverence. Her long wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders, a stark contrast against her brown skin that seemed to glow in the candlelight. She was clad in nothing but a sheer robe that hinted at her lush curves, her nipples pebbling under the soft fabric.

Master, a figure of commanding presence and raw masculinity, circled Fe like a predator assessing its prey. His eyes roamed over her body, drinking in the sight of her fertile form. He knew that tonight, their play would take on a new level of intensity, for Fe had informed him earlier that she was ovulating.

“Master,” Fe began, her voice a delicate tremor, “I must inform you that I am ovulating.”

A slow, knowing smile spread across Master’s face. “That is excellent news, my dear. It seems tonight, the gods have conspired to bless us with the perfect conditions,” he replied, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers down Fe’s spine.

Master approached Fe and cupped her face in his hands, his touch firm yet gentle. “Are you prepared to fulfill your purpose, to be bred by your Master?” he asked, his gaze piercing into hers.

Fe’s breath hitched, and she nodded, a flush of arousal creeping up her neck. “Yes, Master. I am ready to bear your seed,” she whispered, her body alight with a desperate, primal need.

With a swift motion, Master untied the sash of Fe’s robe, allowing it to pool at her feet. He took a step back to admire her naked form, her full breasts and the soft swell of her stomach leading to the thick, dark curls between her thighs. His manhood strained against his trousers, eager to claim what was his.

“On the bed, on all fours,” Master commanded, his voice leaving no room for hesitation.

Fe complied, her movements graceful and deliberate. She positioned herself on the plush bed, her ass high in the air, a silent offering to her Master. She knew this position would allow him deeper access, increasing the chances of his potent seed taking root within her.

Master undressed, his muscular form coming into view as each piece of clothing hit the floor. He approached the bed, his member standing proud and ready. He ran his hands over Fe’s ample posterior, giving it a firm squeeze before positioning himself at her entrance.

“You are mine to breed, to fill with my essence,” Master growled, his fingers digging into Fe’s hips.

Fe’s heart pounded in her chest as she knelt on the bed, her body quivering with a mix of nervousness and raw lust. The scent of her arousal mingled with the musk of her Master, filling the room with an intoxicating perfume that seemed to fuel their desire.

Master stood before Fe, his gaze drinking in the sight of her. Her full, heavy breasts rose and fell with each anticipatory breath, her nipples tight and aching for his touch. He reached out, capturing a sensitive peak between his fingers, rolling and tugging until Fe whimpered with need.

“Master, please,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. She needed him inside her, needed to feel the raw power of his claim.

Master’s response was a low chuckle that sent a shiver down her spine. “Patience, my dear. Good things come to those who wait… and obey,” he reminded her, his tone a blend of sternness and affection.

He circled the bed, his eyes never leaving her body. Fe’s pulse raced as she watched him, her core clenching with the need for release. When he finally positioned himself behind her, she let out a shaky breath, her body instinctively arching towards him.

“You are exquisite, Fe,” Master murmured, his hands skimming over her curves, worshiping her flesh with his touch. “And tonight, you will be more than just mine. You will be marked by my seed, carrying a piece of me within you.”

With that, he gripped her hips firmly, the head of his member notching at her slick entrance. Fe pushed back against him, wordlessly pleading for him to fill her. Master answered her silent request with a slow, deliberate thrust that stretched her wide and elicited a deep, guttural moan from her throat.

Inch by inch, he filled her, each advance igniting a fresh wave of pleasure that radiated through her body. Once fully sheathed, Master paused, allowing Fe to adjust to his girth. The sensation of fullness was overwhelming, a delicious pressure that bordered on the brink of pain.

Fe rocked her hips, seeking friction, seeking the sweet oblivion that only her Master could provide. Master obliged, setting a rhythm that was both punishing and reverent. His hips snapped against hers, the sound of their flesh meeting echoing off the walls, punctuated by Fe’s cries of pleasure.

“Yes, Master! Harder, please!” Fe’s voice was a fervent prayer, a plea for the relentless pounding she craved.

Master’s grip tightened on her hips, his fingers surely leaving bruises in their wake as he increased his pace. Each thrust drove her closer to the edge, her body coiling with the impending force of her climax.

Fe’s orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body seizing as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. Her inner walls clamped down around Master’s shaft, milking him, urging him towards his own release.

With a final, powerful surge, Master followed her over the edge. His hot seed spilled into her, a torrent of potent essence that bathed her fertile womb. The thought of his seed taking root inside her sent aftershocks of pleasure coursing through Fe’s body, her core fluttering around his still-hard member.

They remained joined for several moments, their bodies slick with sweat and panting with exertion. Master withdrew slowly, both of them groaning at the loss of connection. He collapsed onto the bed beside Fe, gathering her into his arms.

“You were magnificent, my dear,” Master praised, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “Now, we wait for the gods to decide our fate.”

Fe snuggled against him, a contented sigh escaping her lips. Her body was sated, her mind at peace with the knowledge that she had pleased her Master in the most profound way possible. Whether or not his seed would take hold, she knew that this night would forever be etched in her memory as a moment of pure, transcendent connection…