I, the slave boy, awaken with the most potent seed!!

Zafron opened his eyes and looked down to see her face very near his hardness, her mouth very near and her hand slowly stroking up and down his shaft. The tip of her tongue stretching out timidly towards the head of his cock. He held his breath and watched her every movement carefully, knowing what was about to happen.

'He tastes so good,'

Her eyes opened instantly, and she smiled as her tongue rolled around that tiny little flavor of his liquid excitement.

Smiling up into his eyes, she parted her lips and rubbed them over the head. She pushed her lips down and enveloped his head. Zafron instantly yowled another groan and threw his head back in ecstasy. She pushed down a little further, only taking as much as she felt comfortable having in her mouth without gagging on it.

Tightening her lips she sucked up to just underneath the rim of his crown before pushing down and repeating the process.

"Mmmmmph," veins began to pop up at Zafron's temples.

Zafron muffled his groans and tried to keep his involuntary thrusting movements to a minimum. She watched the obvious straining pleasure set deeply on his face, knowing that she was nearly in control of his body with just her lips.

No one was around now to interrupt them. Not Mara, not Blackthorn, no one!

Lifting her fingers up she cupped and rolled his balls between her fingers gently. Zafron exhaled deeply through his nose as he struggled some more. She tightened her lips even more, forced her mouth down his shaft hard and squeezed it as she pulled up.

She began repeating this forceful sucking motion realizing just how intensely pleasurable it was for him and that it would push him over the edge quickly. She felt a little twinge of worry that Mara might just walk in on them, but the brazen beast inside her was extremely aroused at the prospect of even getting caught.

This was unlike her. Zafron could see the wild look on her face. She was like a starved beast. What really was Blackthorn spending his time doing? Trying to kill innocent slaveboys? When his beautiful gorgeous wife remained in that large mansion completely deprived of a good treatment?!

Unacceptable. He already had a strong hate for Blackthorn but to think Matilda went through all these in his hands, the hate grew more. He realized now without a doubt that he would claim her fully and wholly.

Meanwhile, Matilda, trying to watch his face for any sign of his imminent release she continued her repetitive sucking motions. She tried to push it a little bit faster feeling a certain amount of eagerness to accomplish her task.

"Ohhhhh...," Zafron let out a long-winded gasp and his hips thrusted upward.

She felt his shaft harden just slightly, maybe even swell a little bit more, as he was about to shoot his cum. Quickly, a thrill of excitement coursed through her. Zafron just then grabbed her head, holding it in place firmly.

Suddenly, his dick jumped inside her mouth and then she felt a massive pool of his hot, thick cum fill her mouth. On reflex she swallowed it before she had time to process what she was doing.

She found that the taste was actually really good, but more for her was the thick texture of it sliding down her throat, even its warmth somehow made her feel very good.

'How come it didn't feel this way this morning?' she thought for a brief second.

She pushed down and pulled back up with her mouth again and she was rewarded with another load of his hot cum in her mouth, not nearly as much as the first one, but still enough to fill her tongue. Pulling her mouth off of his dick she swirled his cum around inside her mouth, savoring it before swallowing it slowly. A big smile seemed fixed on her face now.

'He appears quite...potent,' the thought crossed her mind for a second. But she decided against thinking about it. She wasn't going to tell Zafron about it. The plan she had from the onset. This was something she planned to die with. He would hate her, she felt.

Reaching up with her hand she grasped his shaft tightly, replaced her lips around his head and she pumped him slowly a few more times. Each time less and less came out, until she was slowly stroking his entire length up from the base to squeeze out every drop she could, essentially milking him dry.

'What is this feeling?! Behind that pretty face is a really untamed woman. I love it!!!' Zafron thought.

Who would have thought? Who would have thought that the tender looking blonde noble had it in her. Then again, who would have thought they'd be in this position? That HE would be in this position?!

Life in itself really was a joke. And at the moment, it seemed he was having the last laugh.

Matilda however was in a different mood all together. The beast inside her was yowling and attempting to take control of her, urging her to climb up on top of him and ride him like a mad, crazy woman. She almost complied too. It was as if there were multiple voices inside her head, giving her conflicting instructions and she was having a hard time following the ones she knew she should be.

Just then, Zafron shifted slightly beneath her.

Zafron moved his hand free, which was originally on her head to touch her hot, soft flesh. Matilda opened her eyes and saw a look of reassuring understanding plainly on his face. Those soft eyes of his were so caring, it was as if he knew what she was thinking, he understood what the dilemma was going on within her.

The look on his face seemed to say to her that everything was ok, he would go no further. Her responding look was one of appreciation, a softening around her eyes, a relaxation of the muscles in her jaw. How could this...this young man know her so well, she wondered. Zafron found his way beneath her grown. Snaking his way through her thighs, her thick fleshly thighs.

There was an obstruction in the way, her panties. No matter, Zafron at that moment was a surgeon.

He dissected the fabric, creating space for himself just with one hand.

At that moment, she felt his finger push inside her. There was no resistance and she did not feel inhibited to allow him inside her. In fact, she craved it, wanted it, and needed it. She could feel the strength of his hand, the sureness of his movements, it was as if he knew exactly how to touch her.

Matilda turned her head to the side and pressed her cheek into his neck. His finger had plunged deeply inside her wet pool, twirling around, sliding back and forth.

"Haaa~" She gasped quietly trying not to make any noise for some unknown reasons.