11-18-2017, 06:48 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-18-2017, 07:50 AM by SilentFeather.)
Akira was easily amused by the man's glare, chuckling at the sight of it. She could easily take him down if she wanted. She may have been a woman but she had a strong fighting skill. She would tackle him if such a situation would probably truly spiral out of control.
Akira was always prepared just in case. She wondered as to why she was cruel to slaves but kept those sinful thoughts to herself. She did not want to be spoken to by her new slave no matter how much she desired to figure out as to why she was the way she was.
Akira was now the mistress of a new victim, the many slaves died of old age. She made sure that each passing day that she would have her way with her newest one. She was the predator and her slave was the prey. She could not wait until her victim would become pregnant by her healthy sperm and struggle through the harsh 9 month pregnancy. And the rough, unbearable process known as birth.
"Ha! ... well, that fact is where you are wrong, my little mouse. I have the ability to impregnate you with my children." Akira replied, a smooth purr to her voice. She smirked once more, not caring about if her slave would be in pain. The fear, oh how if fueled her true arousal.
Without warning, Akira grabbed her slave by the neck, forcing himself to his hands and knees on the bed of her room. Before she knew it she reached down, stroking her cock vigorously to get it rock hard. She pinned him down on his stomach with a hand, using the other one to guide the tip of her cock to the entrance of her slave's tight opening.
As much as Akira wished to destroy her slave's body she did not want to be too rough. She began hard, harsh, thrust like movements with her slender but strong hips. She gripped and held his hips roughly, each sexual movement causing a n awful and cruel strain on his own hips.
As much as Akira wished to destroy her slave's body she did not want to be too rough. She began hard, harsh, thrust like movements with her slender but strong hips. She gripped and held his hips roughly, each sexual movement causing a n awful and cruel strain on his own hips.
I, Silent Feather once thought that my life was just one long merry go round, mundane, repetitive, and just plain boresome but after meeting my beloved Nitrogen, all were changed. And as such had changed me, and when I mean that I mean for the positive, greater of a person I have become, a woman.
A full grown, bonafide Madame.
A full grown, bonafide Madame.