I admit, it's not easy being a breeder. I sometimes wonder what would happen to me once I am no longer able to perform. Acerva assures me that they have medicines and technology that will help me keep it up as I age and then, after that, I'm guaranteed a nice retired life. But every good thing must come to an end right?
I am woken up with my cock engulfed by someone's mouth. It is Setralu; her head bobs up and down as her hair tickles my thighs. I feel her tongue caressing my shaft and I moan.
"Good morning, Master Ryan," she says to me.
"Morning, Setralu. Come here," I say. She slides over to me and I feel the warmth of her naked body radiating to mine. She has enthusiastically taken up the role of becoming my bedmate, and I have been enjoying her company very much.
My hand clasps on her buttocks and I squeeze it, drawing a giggle from her.
"Will you have more extractors today, Master?" she asks.
"Hmm...let me see," I say, trying to recall, "I think I have one or two today."
"I see, Master."
"Don't worry Setra, I'll save some of my seed for you," I whisper to her.
"You don't have to-"
"Oh, I want to. Here," I say as I squeeze out a drop of my precum onto my fingers and place it onto her lips. Her eyes close and her body begins to shiver. My fingers find my way to her nipples and I circle around them.
"M-master," she whispers.
"Relax, Setra."
Her body writhes in my arms for a few moments, then relaxes. Her eyes are closed. I pull myself away from her grip and kiss her. It is time for me to begin my duties.
My first extractor of the day is unusually calm. Most of them are visibly nervous, but she seems almost serene. The Matron leads her to the breeding room and she lies down on the bed and spreads her legs. Another pale one. Her hair is golden blonde and my eyes drift downwards to take in the gorgeous slit of her hairless pussy.
The process of breeding has become almost perfunctory for me. They come in, I briefly talk to them, comfort them a little if they are nervous and then we fuck.
"Greetings," I say to her.
"I am honored, Master Breeder," she says.
"What is your name?" I ask her.
She seems taken aback by the request and looks almost unsure what to say.
"Tyeura," she says after awhile.
"You must be from the Twilight lands," I say, guessing where she is from based on her looks. Most of them came from there.
"Yes," she says.
"I would like to go there some day. Although I heard it is very cold."
She barely gestures in reply and I assume she is not very much interested in conversation.
I retract my biosuit and her eyes widen a little. My cock is already hard and springs out unencumbered. It's easy when the women are this hot. I smile at her, hoping to reassure her for what is to come. I caress her breasts and tweak her bright pink nipples, drawing a sharp gasp from her.
"Are you alright?"
She nods weakly this time.
My hands reach down to her pussy and my fingers slip into her cunt. It is wet, but then again the Matron usually ensures that all the extractors are pre-lubricated.
"Let me know if you are not comfortable, Tyeura."
"Alright, Master Breeder."
I still have to ensure that she is sufficiently aroused, else the chances of a successful breeding drops immensely. I learn that the hardness of their nipples is a good indicator, and as my fingers slowly work her clit I can see that they begin to stiffen.
I draw closer to her now, my face just inches away from hers and as I move in to nuzzle her neck, I spot something lodged in her hair. Is it a hairpin? Odd. The extractors were not allowed anything with them when they enter. Perhaps the Matron missed it during the examination.
She sees that I notice it too and in an instant she pulls it out and attempts to stab me with it. I instinctively grab her arms.
"Holy fuck!" I shout.
My room guard, Sefsa, is next to us in moments and shoots an energy bolt into Tyeura that stuns her. She shrieks and her body goes limp. The hairpin falls from her hand.
"Are you alright, Master Breeder?" she says.
"Yes, yes," I look at Tyeura who has begun to stir again.
"Why?" I ask her.
She looks at me, her face contorted in rage as she spits out the words that will
haunt me for a long time.
"You...will pay...for what you have...done!"
More guards rush into our room now. The Matron follows and falls onto the floor in front of me
"Forgive me, Master Breeder."
"It's okay."
"The needle looks like it is laced with some poison," one of the guards says to another.
Jesus. She really wanted to kill me.
The guards examine me for any injuries, their hands probing every single inch of my body. They tell me a single prick may be enough to kill me and they are taking no chances.
Acerva comes in now.
"Damn, it's like the whole village is coming here," I say. She is unamused.
"Are you alright, Ryan?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Just survived my first assassination attempt after all."
Acerva goes to Tyeura.
"Who made you do this?" she asks but Tyeura refuses to answer any further. Her hands and feet are bound now. I gaze at her naked, sweating body and realize that she looks extremely fuckable. A bizarre feeling to feel for someone who just tried to kill you, I know.
"What happens to her now?" I ask Sefsa.
"She shall be tried and most likely executed."
"What? I still want to ask her a few things."
"Ryan, I don't think it's good to keep talking to her," Acerva says.
"Why? Why not? I want to know why she wants me dead."
"There are many who want you dead Ryan. I just hoped that they would never have the chance to go near you."
"Well, unlucky me then," I say and turn to the head guard, "I claim Tyeura as my chattel. Nothing is to be done to her without my permission."
The room falls silent.
"Ryan, what are you-"
"Exercising my right as a breeder."
Tyeura looks at me in anger and confusion.
"Is there a secure place that we can hold her?" I ask the head guard.
"Yes, Master Breeder. We can transfer her to the restraining cell in our outpost."
"Do that and oh, do you see that there? The splay table? I want her bound to it."
"As you wish, Master Breeder."
Acerva looks at me.
"Do you want me to follow you, Ryan?"
"Yes. But you have to be ready to answer my questions."
"You know I am Ryan. Are you upset?"
"I don't know. Maybe. A little. I don't know how to feel."
"You wish to ask her questions too."
"Yes. I want to know why."
Acerva remains silent after that. We walk to the guards' outpost, a non-descript building a short distance away from the breeding site. The guards escort Tyeura into the cell. It is a cold, dark room and I watch as she is bound to the splay chair, her arms and legs spread apart. Tyeura's breasts heave rapidly. Her head darts about the room, looking at everyone. Her gaze then falls upon me and she shoots me with a look of hatred.
"Sefsa, Acerva. The two of you stay here. The rest may leave," I say.
I walk to Tyeura.
"You said I did something. What was it?"
But she remains silent, closes her eyes and turns away from me.
"Fine," I say. "If you don't want to talk, then I will continue my work."
"Be careful Ryan," Acerva says.
Her body stiffens as I begin to caress her breasts once more.
"You are ripe to be bred," I say.
I move to suck on her tit as Tyeura gasps. My tongue moves in circles around her nipple and I feel it stiffen. Even though she obviously hates me, she still seems to be able to be turned on.
My fingers find her clit and begin to massage it. Her body squirms even more.
"Remember Tyeura, you belong to me now," I say to her.
She does not say anything, but her face contorts as I begin to finger her. Her pussy starts to slick up. The splay chair allows me to easily thrust myself in her and I position myself to do just that.
Her eyes widen when she sees what I am about to do. I hold my cock against her vulva, rubbing it slowly against it, her juices slowly moistening my tool.
"Do you know what it feels like to have my seed inside you?"
I spread the lips of her pussy apart. My cock slides into her and her body arches as she lets out a cry, either in anger or pleasure. I didn't really care. I am here to breed, and that is what I will do
"No...no!" Tyeura says as my thrusts begin.
I ignore her pleas. My cock, now thoroughly coated in her juices, slides in and out of her effortlessly. I feel the pleasure building.
"Stop!" she cries.
But it is too late. I come with a loud groan and I feel my cock pumping my cum into her. The seed induced orgasm hits her and she begins to spasm violently. I hold her steady and watch her as her eyes roll and saliva dribbles down her mouth.
"I do not wish to harm you," I whisper into her ears. I feel her heart pounding against my chest. I pull out my cock and she groans. I squeeze out the last bit of my cum onto my fingers and put it into her mouth.
Her spasms begin again.
"Please...enough," Tyeura says.
"Then tell me. Why?"
"I...ordered...kill..."
"Ordered? By who?"
I notice Acerva standing close to me. She seems curious on knowing as well.
"M-Meleuthon," Tyeura says.
I turn to Acerva and see her shaking her head.
"Do you know who is that?" I ask her.
"He was a warlord."
"He? I thought all your men died out?"
"Yes. He has been dead for hundreds of cycles. She is...insane."
"So she's taking orders from a dead man."
