Keeping with his silent messages, she leaned over and kissed him deeply. Within minutes, they were locked in passion, as intertwined as temple statues of two gods, breeding all creation into existence through love alone.
They tore off their clothes. Heather needed minimal assistance this time, so eager for his flesh, warm and inviting in the room's cool air.
Since winter came, the mansion was slow to fire up its furnace. The slow-to-warm air drove them together, craving warm flesh and that deeper heat radiating from their hearts.
“Down on all fours,” he whispered, reaching onto her naked chest to squeeze her breasts. Her nipples aligned perfectly with his fingertips and he pinched them shut.
“Yessss...oh, Master Leo...” Heather didn't realize that she said it at first.
The word came as naturally as her pregnancy. He was, after all, her Master. Far more than just a donor, a lover, he had captured her everything. If he didn't deserve the title for that, then no one did.
Hearing his true name drove Leo mad. He clenched his jaw, pulling her up to him as he caressed her from behind. His aching shaft worked its way just below her ass, creeping closer and closer to the slippery wetness waiting for him.
His hands felt marvelous on her skin. Every pinch and stroke came like she was being surrounded by a bundle of steaming round stones. It may have been the excitement of pregnancy, or else the new connection springing up between them with every ripple of their skin.
Leo grunted with relief as he pushed inside her. In so short a time, her moist sex became the only place he truly felt whole. It was a hundred times more rewarding to have dominion over her curvy body – the mansion and his sizable bank account meant nothing by comparison.
She leaned back against him, bucking her hips down onto his hardness, lovingly rolling her hips. His hands tightened on her breasts as leaned into her neck, biting her softest skin like a wolf.
Heather's voice burned with delight when his teeth pricked her flesh. His roughness had opened her up, impregnating her, leading her down the blinding path to submission.
His love bites were her sacrament, and every stamp of his fingertips her last rites. Unlike true spiritual acts, these were more private, recurring with the same heady reverence again and again.
Her Master rocked at a steady, rising speed, encouraging her hips to push back. Four sets of eyeballs rolled as one. Leo snaked his hands away from her breasts, pulling her wrists down to her folded thighs as he drove onward.
No more handcuffs or shackles. Not this time. Nothing could compare to the feeling of being held by his inescapable muscles, keeping her in place, completely at his mercy.
Her wetness slowly constricted around his shaft as the tension built. Heather's moans cracked, reaching those higher notes of pleasure. He reached down just in time to circle her clit, jostling it roughly side to side, a brusk motion that might have brought discomfort from her own fingers.
But not from Leo's. His touch left her straining for breath, slamming her hips down on his hard rod, as though it had become key to her survival.
In many ways, it had. She screamed as her climax rattled her insides, pouring out in a distorted Siren call her Master couldn't resist.
Leo gripped her hair and wrestled her into him, smashing his erection forward in a flurry, snorting with the need to come. They felt his swelling and explosion together, swiftly hurtling into her in thick pumps.
The same seed that had impregnated her lost none of its magical charm. The powerful magma flowed on, carving hot valleys in her sex, starting enormous fires in her nerves.
He gripped her in place, never letting go. Leo's shaft sputtered from earthquake to aftershocks slowly, matching the way her own pleasure evaporated. When the exquisite torture of orgasm lifted, they remained locked together.
“You can expect more of that. So much more...until I have nothing left to give you,” he said, brushing her soft neckline with his stubble. “I want you to keep these balls dry as the desert.”
“God, yes,” she whispered, not wanting him to withdraw. He shifted his hips backward but she matched his movement, keeping him inside her. “Wait...don't go. Just give me a moment, Master.”
Leo grinned, holding himself inside her as he changed from titanium to soft rock. They stayed wrapped together like that as the sun crossed the horizon of the frigid sky.
Their first winter together promised to be long and illusory, brightly lit but deceptively cold. Heather didn't care, so long as held her while her belly grew, flooding her with that addictive heat inside and out. Fortunately, Leo had no intention of doing anything else.
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“What are you going to do?” She asked.
“What do you think?” Tomas was unbuttoning his shirt very slowly. Long seconds passed as each button over his thin shirt drew away from its cloth, teasing her with uncertain agony.
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