"Yes, mas—Xavier, please take me as your woman," said Fiona, her lips curved in a soft smile.
"Good. I thought you might feel hesitant because of our master-servant relationship, but I’m glad you accepted," said Xavier.
"I might have felt reserved had it not been for the Lady Duchess," said Fiona.
Xavier, who had been on the verge of pushing into her, stopped completely.
"What do you mean?" he asked, already wondering what scheme his mother had set in motion.
"Lady Duchess estimated your arousal triggers and chose me to be your servant accordingly. She ordered me to follow every command you gave—whether that meant serving as your plaything or becoming your woman," said Fiona.
Xavier stared at her. He had never imagined his mother would go so far as to study his preferences and deliberately send a girl who matched them.
’She really is the best mother in the world,’ he thought.
"At first I was hesitant," Fiona continued, her hands rising to rest against his cheeks. "But you’ve treated me so kindly. When I realized the Duchess’s estimate had been correct and that my body could actually arouse you, I knew this day would come sooner or later.
So please, Xavier... take my purity and make me your woman."
Her voice was soft, almost pleading.
That was all it took. Every lingering thought vanished.
Xavier aligned himself with her entrance and pressed forward. The tip of his cock parted her plump folds and sank inside. Both of their hearts raced as Fiona’s soft moans grew louder with every slow centimeter he gained.
He met resistance—her hymen.
With a steady push he broke through, stretching her around his thick shaft.
"Mmmhh... unngh... Xavier..." she moaned, pulling him down into a kiss.
He kept going until the tip of his dick rested against the entrance of her womb and the base pressed flush against her outer lips. For a moment he simply stayed there, savoring the tight heat and the way every soft fold clung to him.
Once her breathing evened out, he began to move.
Long, deliberate strokes. Fiona’s hands clutched at his back. Her tail swept restlessly across the sheets while slick fluid leaked from her stretched pussy, sliding down over her ass and soaking into the bed.
Xavier hooked her legs higher and shifted into a deep mating press, driving into her with growing force.
Thump. Thump. Shlick. Shlick.
The wet sounds of their bodies meeting filled the room, mixed with the soft slap of skin and Fiona’s rising moans. The combination pushed Xavier dangerously close to the edge.
"Xavier... I’m close," she gasped.
"Me too," he answered, picking up the pace.
Each hard thrust made her heavy breasts sway and bounce in the narrow space between their chests.
"I’m cumming—" Xavier growled as he buried himself to the hilt, the head of his cock pressed firmly against her womb.
Spurt. Spurt.
Thick pulses of cum flooded her insides. Their tongues tangled while he kept emptying himself deep inside her, filling every tight space until nothing more would fit.
When he finally pulled out, he sat back just far enough to look. Her pussy was puffy and used, his cum already beginning to leak from the small, stretched hole. Fiona lay there with her legs still spread, breathing hard.
After a moment she sat up, a light giggle escaping her.
"That was amazing, Xavier. I’d heard the other maids talk about it, but I never imagined it could feel this good."
Her eyes dropped to the sheets and caught the thin streak of red.
"Is that my...?"
"That’s the proof you’re my woman now," Xavier said. He lay back against the pillows, still holding his half-hard cock upright.
"Clean it up for me."
Fiona didn’t hesitate. She crawled between his legs and began licking from the base upward, her tongue swirling carefully around the sensitive tip.
"Mmmh... slurp..."
She took him deeper this time, more confident than before, letting the head press against the back of her throat without flinching. She sucked hard, bobbing steadily until every inch of him was clean.
His cock slipped free with a soft pop. She leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to the tip.
"Fiona... you’re incredible," Xavier murmured, stroking her hair. She closed her eyes and leaned into the touch.
A sudden thought struck him.
"I came inside you. Will that be alright?"
"It will be fine," she answered softly. "Wolfkin only become pregnant on the night of a full moon."
The next full moon was a few days away. The words eased the tension in his chest.
He settled back against the pillow and opened his arm. Fiona immediately curled against his side, resting her head on his chest while his hand continued to stroke her hair in slow, soothing motions.
"Xavier... thank you," she whispered.
"For what?"
"Even though my body helps with your arousal, I still wanted to thank you. You and Lady Duchess have both been so kind to me."
She kept her cheek pressed to his skin as she spoke.
"Wolfkin live in packs, but because I’m a mixed breed they always kept me at a distance. After my parents died, Lady Duchess was the first person who truly accepted me. And now you’ve done the same... even going so far as to make me your woman."
She lifted her head and looked into his eyes.
"This is the happiest I’ve ever felt. It almost feels like a dream."
She leaned in and kissed him—slow, warm, and full of quiet affection rather than heat.
When they parted, her eyes were shining.
"Please... always keep me by your side. I’ll do anything you ask."
Xavier held her closer and spoke quietly, promising that he would take care of her—whether as her master or as her partner.
The words settled her. Soon her breathing slowed and she drifted off to sleep against his chest. Xavier stayed awake a little longer, simply feeling the soft warmth of her body, before he too closed his eyes and followed her into sleep.