I rubbed my nose bridge; this sexual drunkenness was getting to me fast now. “What are the solutions to my hormones and is the growth compounding?”
Abigale turned hesitantly to Jason. “Lord Jason. Our results does suggest a compounding effect. But for solutions; The safest would-be quarantine, maybe if we cut your exposure to female pheromones, it will reduce the effect and possibly reverse it.”
“Yeah, but my sex ed teacher said sex resets hormone balance.” Hayley argued. “Wouldn’t that be a better solution?”
Abigale flushed turning to Hayley. “You are not wrong Lady Hayley, the problem is we don’t know how far that would reduce the build-up, and for how long, furthermore… we cannot recommend putting Lord Jason under such stress in fear of it becoming traumatic for him.”
“I see, well, I wouldn’t want to inflict harm on my big sister Hayley, so we might have to go with quarantine.” I tried with all my might to hold it in.
“What, wait, no.” Hayley squealed.
“Hayley, it’s for the best, what would I do with myself if I ended up forcing you down.” I shook my head slowly in sadness as I gave off a thousand yard stare into the wall.
“No, its fine brother. I trust you.” Hayley pleaded.
“Hayley, what if I pounced on you, pinned you down, ravaged you. I couldn’t live with myself putting you through all that.” I sighed heavily, sadly. Covering my face with my hand, mainly to hide the grin from her.
“No, brother, its fine.” Hayley quickly turned to mother. “Mo~om, tell him!” tears forming in her eyes. A quick scan of the room suggested that Helen and the two Agents were too sensitive for such banter. I felt my mind blank out for a minute, but when I returned, I was looking at Abigale.
Mother broke the tension. “Its fine, Agent Dorcy, quarantine will not be needed.”
“I understand your stance, Duchess Catherine.” Abigale was still hesitant. “But as an Agent of MAIDS, I still need Jason’s confirmation…” Abigale froze when she looked at me. I must have been looking at her strangely, as she looked like a cornered prey animal. One that was slightly excited by what had caught its scent.
Mom poked me from the side, and I noticed the blackness in the corner of my eyes receding. “Sorry, I must have dozed.” I looked around the room, yet all I saw was a mix of concern and arousal.
“I would appreciate wrapping this up soon, Agent Dorcy, any other issues.” Mother’s voice tightened.
Abigale wanted to protest, weighing up her duty to me, what she saw in me vs her rank before mother. As she spoke, I zoned in on her, blackness consuming the edges of my vision again. A bit of drool leaking down my chin. “I understand, Duchess Catherine, there is one final issue, and we can leave for you to get on with your day.” ‘gods above, is this day going to end.’ I had a craving for winter spiced fruit cake. And it was driving me insane.
“Spill it out, Agent Dorcy,” mother’s patience was getting thin.
“We don’t know his fertile compatibility with the women from our world,” Abigale looked like she was trying to shrink from my stares. “We would like to request a sample.”
Mom poked me in the sides again, pulling me out of it. My eyes widened after realising what she was asking, then I turned to the side, seeing mother’s reaction. She too was looking at me. ‘you want the red head?’ she asked silently. I nodded mechanically, instinctually. “Go ahead.” I looked back at Abigale, vision zooming in on her, that permission from Mother seemed to be a trigger in my mind. Abigale was almost at the tip of comprehension to the conversation I just had. I got up. “Agent, Dorcy. You remember where my son’s room is don’t you.” Abigale gulped and nodded. “Good, take him there to collect your sample.”
I stood there, waiting for her. My eyes zoned in as I began drooling again. Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
“I, that would be improp…” Abigale hesitated,
“Are you arguing with me, Agent Dorcy.” Mother asked, her voice stern.
(Abigale’s POV)
“N, no, my Lady.” Abigale relented, standing up slowly. Thrill, fear, both settled into her body. Did she want sex with a boy? Of course she wanted sex with a boy. She walked to the door leading to the stairs like she was being sentenced. Jason followed closely behind. What girl wouldn’t want to have a chance with a hot young guy in this world. But to be simply given to one as nothing more than a plaything. If she was asked, of course she would say yes. But she wasn’t even asked, her choice in the matter disregarded. And for better or worse she was completely turned on by that fact. Leading a member of the opposite sex up the stairs and to his bedroom to do the deed, while he was on the verge of succumbing to an animalistic predatory desire to take her. A sudden thought slipped into her mind on the journey. What if they didn’t make it before he pounced. Took her on the stairs, on the landing. Pushing her to the floor. He was stronger than a woman, a lot stronger. Abigale didn’t even know if she was stronger than Hayley, but the way he so easily won that arm wrestle.
Abigale took pride in her strength and training but… would that be enough to wrestle him off? But would she want too anyway? She’d already had the verbal power to say no stripped from her by Duchess Catherine’s social status. But to have the physical power stripped from her as well… they entered the room, walking up to the bed. Abigale stopped and was about to turn around, about to try and wrestle some control back, but Jason just grabbed her by the hips and threw her onto the bed, front first. “Ahh.” She bounced off the soft bed, before settling. Yet it was too late. Jason was already climbing over her. Sniffing as he went.
Abigale froze momentarily. A pray animal, caught by its natural predator. He got to her waist and placed both hands on her hips. Trailing upwards. He pulled her shirt upwards until his hands could feel her silky-smooth skin. It sent a shiver down her spine, a tingling sensation reaching her nether spot. if she wasn’t wet already, she was now. Jason traced her smooth curves upwards, taking his liberties with her body. then she felt it, his lips placing a kiss at the base of her exposed back. Then his tongue, stretched out flat against her spine. Her toes curled in extasy as she felt him sensually trail his tongue all the way up her spine. Abigale let out a cute moan, how could her back be so sensitive? His tongue wasn’t the only weapon he used to play with her, his hands finally reached her bra, sliding under and to the front, he was soon cupping her pert mounds, playing with their doughy feel. His tongue never leaving her spine the whole time.
Her shirt had been pushed all the way up to her arms. Yet she was given no chance to take it off. Jason’s tongue got to the bra strap before he severed the connection. She wanted to squeal out, beg him to return, yet soon she felt his whole weight pressing down on her back. His hot heavy breath tickling his ear. “It’s not just Smell, Lady Abigale. Your body tastes like a winter spiced fruit cake.” His whisper sent her crazy. “But that leaves a very important question that I am oh, so eager to know the answer too. Lady Abigale.” He waited, taking a nibble at her ear. “Are you not curious as to what question I have.”
“L, Lor~d, Hason, Plea~se” Jason squeezed her boobs, roughly. “Ahh, Plea~se ask me. your question.” A hot breathy chuckle vibrated against her ear before he planted a kiss on it.
“The question I really want the answer too.” another smooch. “Does your little flower hold the same flavour?”
The implication sent another shiver down her spine as her groin ached. Her body jolting underneath him. Now she too wanted to know if her pussy tasted delicious for lord Jason.
“I’m going to go and have a taste. Lady Abigale.” He pulled his weight off of her, crawling backwards down the bed. A new anticipation gripped her psyche, His lips returned to her skin, causing her body to convulse, before realising it wasn’t the spot he said, no, he returned to the spot on her back that he had left. His tongue lolled onto her spine, and he slowly trailed back down. his hands leaving her twin peaks, trailing the sides of her body. they reached her skirt before his mouth did and slid under the material to begin sliding it down. Jason’s tongue got to the base of her back by the time her skirt had been pushed down to her knees. Then his hands came back to her panties. Instead of the soft care he’d been showing her, Jason violently ripped them off, as if they had offended him entirely. Tearing in certain places, she knew she wouldn’t be able to use them again.
Abigale expected a few things next. His tongue to leave her skin as he positioned himself further down, or flipped her over, or for his tongue to trail over one of her butt cheek mounds, instead, Jason did the unthinkable to her mind. His tongue trailed right down her crack. His hands parting the cheeks. Gliding right over her sphincter. A little pressure added, causing her to whimper in fear that he was going to try and dig inside. Only to carry on down further the next second.
His tongue found the bottom of her pussy, suddenly diving straight into her hole. Abigale let out a gasp immediately, she wasn’t expecting his tongue to be so long. It wiggled inside her, before he began lapping at the juices flowing from her. Moans were forced out of her by his greedy assault. She felt his hot steamy breath on her asshole. And the thought of him taking a good whiff of it sent her close to the edge. Jason pulled his tongue out the hole and continued tracing the rest of her vulva, running it all the way to the tip of her Clitoris. The instant it touched, Abigale cried out, back arching upwards as an orgasm ripped right through her. Abigale began shaking from the euphoria, feeling all her muscles constrict. Her breathing stopped for a moment, as her mind completely blanked out. Clarity returned with force. Bringing her mind sharp. It was met with a sense of shame. Coming so fast in front of a guy. She didn’t think she was a quick shot and yet it wasn’t even 10, maybe 20 seconds before his tongue had first stepped onto her pussy.
“I, I, I’m sorr~YER!” her words pitched into a sudden yelp, something thick and solid pushed its way inside. Abigale realised that he was already on top of her, breathing down her neck. When did he get so close, how long was she out? The thoughts spluttered into an incoherent mess as a thick hot tube pushed itself forwards into her. Her breath hitched as her body felt like it was getting split open. Her mind couldn’t decide if it was too fast or too slow, too rough or too soft. A pillow was pulled away from under her head, followed by her hips being lifted by one hand. Her head fell down to the mattress as the pillow forced her ass up into the air. A better angle for him.
It was humiliating in a way. She’d grown up believing that boys liked to be underneath. That it was her duty to coax and guide a boy’s time with her. That it was up to her to make him feel good. The few girls who had experience all stated that. The boys expected her to do all the work, show them what to do. Teach them through it, most liked a gentler hand, but there were still boys who liked a strong hand. But now, this moment, he’d forced her into the bed and took her however the fuck he liked. Slow and rhythmically for the first three strokes but rapidly picked up in pace until he was completely rutting inside her.
She’d watched the discovery channel growing up, knew how the rest of the animal kingdom mated, how dogs mated. Only in humans did the genders flipped, so that meant she was being bred like a bitch. She could hear him grunting and panting into her ear. So primal, so animalistic. So needy. Needy for her, needy to release in her. She tried lifting her head to look at him only for a strong, solid hand to clamp her head down onto the bed. A second orgasm ripped through her from the rough treatment. Shallower this time, but she still felt her pussy walls desperately trying to wring him dry with new found vigour. Visit novelping dot com for the full chapter.
His cock was massive, stretching her entirely with each thrust. Each thrust felt like it was shoving its way between her lungs. Squeezing out a space of his own within her rib cage. She knew that wasn’t what was happening, but it didn’t stop such a feeling from overloading her mindset. A strange sensation began to take hold in her mind, a sensation that this was the right position for her, underneath the power taking her for all she had to offer. Suddenly, she felt teeth on the nape of her neck. It wasn’t hard or strong, yet the bite sent a weirdly sensational feeling throughout her body. Sending her into an immediate orgasm. Her pussy spasmed around his thick shaft, and he used the perfect moment to drive balls deep into her. Holding tight and firm, the bite increasing in strength a little, as he let go of his release, squirt after squirt after squirt. Her own orgasm morphed into something new, something extreme. Something relieved itself from her. As liquid gushed out and soakws the entire bed. Her mind went blank, just as she felt his body fall limply on top of her.
***
Sometime later, Abigale stirred, a warm cosy feeling of her body and chest slowly floating up and down. as her hand glided over her mattress, she didn’t remember it feeling remarkably firm, dense and supportive, but she sure wasn’t complaining. Her fingertips traced along neat dips in the fabric, following a hard sculptured contour. The mattress radiated heat, making her feel like she was melting into a cosy hug. A strong rhythmic pulse could be felt through her ear that lay atop. It gave her a sense of safeness. The world’s problems no longer there to bother her. The smell was deep and musky, a worked-up sweat, but pleasant and comforting.
Her eyes lazily opened. Looking down at the smooth silky white chest she was resting on. a heavy muscular arm kept her warm and in place. protecting her from the outside world, as the hand slowly caressed her head. The other hand gripped her butt firmly and tightly. A solid hot shaft pressed up against her sensitive, delicate flower. Ready for more but patiently waiting.
The memories of what happened resurfaced, this calm and gentle man had literally fucked her like an animal possessed only moments ago. He’d bitten her scruff the way animals did before releasing to hold their females in place. The raw tender pain was still there but strangely comforting.
“So, you’re finally awake, my little winter spice.” That’s what he said she tasted like, and he’d even tasted down there to confirm, a heated curiosity needed to know, but she was too embarrassed to ask for the answers. “I have good news and bad news. Sex seems to have cleared my mind completely. but you haven’t gotten your sample yet.” Suddenly the collection cup was waved in her face. Sure enough, empty.
Abigale pushed herself up, and Jason moved his arms to rest behind his head. A satisfied grin on his face seeing her mostly naked with her clothes scrunched above and below like curtains opened to the main stage. Kneeling above him she stared hesitantly, seeing his grin. “M, my apologies, Lord Jason.” She took a look down to see his throbbing member standing tall, thick and large and smeared in her juices. She was completely mystified as to how that monster had fit her. roughly, and with a lot of force, her lower body answered. Then she saw the wet patch Jason was lying on. The wet patch she caused. She’d squirted all over his bed. Her face bloomed red in embarrassment. Yet Jason had not said anything. Still, she was sent up here for a task, there was no way the family wouldn’t know they had done something. How could she go down stairs in failure, and nothing to show for it. “M~may I.” Abigale paused, closing her eyes and collecting herself, trying to pull back any resemblance of professionalism she could muster. “My Lord, please may I have a sample, to test your fertility compatibility.”
A trolling grin lit up on his face. “Sure.” He said, still leaning his head on his hands. Not moving. Abigale sat there for a moment. Then tried to offer him the container. “What do I want with that?”
“Erm.” A bit of panic began to settle in. She looked down at his shaft. “Erm, Lord Jason, do you want me to do it?” she looked up at him.
“That’s a weird way of phrasing it, M’Lady, it’s not me who wants the sample.” His grin not faltering one bit.
A blush came from her face. “lord Jason, may I… collect your sample?”
“Sure…” Abigale thanked him with a blush, and gently grabbed his shaft, feeling the hot pipe and all its vainy contours. “With your mouth.” Jason added.
“Huh?” Abigale looked up at him, startled.
“Well, the way I see it, you want my seed and I want to feel those cute soft little lips of yours wrapped around my shaft. It wouldn’t be fair if only one of us got what we wanted. Don’t you agree, my lady?”
Abigale hesitated, looking down and licking her lips, she wanted a taste herself, of course she wanted a taste. What girl didn’t want a taste of such a gorgeous stud. But her professionalism and work place training to be hesitant and reserved around guys warred at the back of her mind. Suddenly, that side of her snapped. The reality of this Jason clearly went against her norms. Sex, he wasn’t shy or timid, or afraid, he wanted it, hungered for it, he had just wantonly dined on her body regardless of her will. And was still asking for dessert. And that excited her. she bit her lip, allowing her own lust to finally take over. “My Lord, it would be my pleasure to serve you.” A cheeky smile on her lips as she said it. For the first time she stared at him with open lust for him as she lowered her head, lips parting to take his cock into her waiting mouth. And the grin he returned her with was pure sweet, sweet icing.
First a kiss onto the head, showing that she was raised with proper etiquette. Then a long, drawn-out lick from the edge of his balls right up along the underside of his shaft to the head. All the while eyeing him with hungry eyes. he groaned from the pleasure sending an excited chill down her spine. She wanted to see more of it, more of him feeling the pleasure she willingly gave him. It was time for the plunge. Her lips pressed around the hole of his urethra, and then she pushed herself down. slowly parting her lips around the massive bulbus head. The taste was unreal, precum and the mixed love juices from the previous battle playing on her tongue. But even the shaft itself was heavenly on her taste buds. It was a struggle at first, but soon, her lips popped over the edge. She went down further, trying to keep eye contact as she went. She glugged on the thickness as it slid down her throat. And he let out a satisfied sigh. More, she wanted to hear more from him. she moved down further, feeling her own trachea squeeze around him, his dick pulsing back with satisfaction.
“Ahh, that’s it, baby. Keep going.” A hand placed on the back of her head. Helping her down but also preventing her from stopping. She got closer to his pelvic. Yet it soon reached the back of her throat, she couldn’t go any more, two inches left. She couldn’t, he didn’t care.