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  As she and Sazar dealt with their own situation, the Alquon male had been pounding into his breeding partner’s pussy and finally, with a low male roar, he finished inside her, pressing deep to fill her with his seed.

  “Good! Very good,” the breeding attendant exclaimed. Coming forward, he or she produced something from the fold of those long white robes—it looked a little like a clear cork to Sarah.

  As the male pulled his shaft free and the first dribble of cum started to slide out of his female’s freshly opened pussy, the attendant rushed forward and pressed the clear cork-like thing into the entrance of her sex. Sarah watched as the thing expanded, filling the Alquon girl’s opening while still showing the massive amount of cum left inside her pussy.

  “There.” The breeding attendant nodded with satisfaction. “Not a drop spilled. Now, you know how it goes,” she said to the Alquon girl. “The stay-tight will dissolve after twenty-four standard hours but until then it’s going to hold all that lovely seed deep in your pussy and give it time to take root in your belly.”

  “Yes, thank you, attendant.” The girl smiled as she climbed off the breeding bench with her partner’s help. “I pray I shall conceive.”

  “May it be so, and may your child have blood as pure as our ancestors,” the stern attendant said, coming in Sarah’s estimation, dangerously close to smiling.

  But when the happy couple left, the attendant turned back to Sazar and Sarah and frowned.

  “Well, I see you’ve put it in her at least,” the attendant remarked, motioning to the place where the big Kindred was buried to the hilt in Sarah’s pussy. “But why are you just holding still? Breed her! Go on—do your duty! Breed your partner and shoot your seed deep in her pussy!”

  Oh God… Sarah bit her lip and looked over her shoulder at Sazar again. He had a troubled look on his face and she knew he was torn up inside about actually doing this. He didn’t want to hurt her—didn’t want to break yet another promise.

  But again they had no choice.

  “Just…just do it,” she told him in a soft, breathless voice. “You’re already inside me, Sazar. Inside my…my pussy. I guess it won’t hurt if you slide in and out a few times.”

  “Sliding in and out is breeding,” he pointed out, even as he slid his long shaft out of her pussy until only the broad head remained inside her. “And breeding you is wrong. I’ve already taken your virginity from you which I swore not to do.” He thrust back in again, as though to emphasize his words.

  “You also promised not to let me get eaten by the grike,” Sarah whispered, trying not to moan at the delicious sensation of his thick shaft stretching her to the limit. “You’re not the only one involved here, Sazar. But…I don’t think we have any choice. Maybe you can just…just do a few thrusts to make the attendant happy and then we can pretend you came in me and get out of here. Besides, I don’t think it’s really breeding unless you, you know, come in me.”

  “You don’t think so?” He sounded extremely unhappy but he slid out and then back into her anyway, thrusting that thick shaft deep in her pussy until Sarah couldn’t help moaning with pleasure.

  “Oh God, Sazar,” she gasped as he pulled out and did it again. “That feels amazing.”

  “Feels good to me too, Ladara,” he growled softly as he did it again, setting up a steady rhythm inside her pussy. “Your pussy is the sweetest and the tightest I’ve ever known.”

  “Feels right, doesn’t it?” the breeding attendant asked, nodding at Sarah approvingly. “Feels right to spread your thighs and let yourself be bred by your male.”

  “I…I…yes,” Sarah couldn’t help confessing. “It does.”

  “That’s good,” the attendant said approvingly. “Now keep it up—press back to take your male’s shaft and milk him for his cum. It’s the only way to get yourself a big belly.”

  Pregnant by her boss…Sarah bit her lip at the thought of it. And yet, would it really be so bad, feeling Sazar’s child stretching her belly?

  Sister Hope didn’t think so and look what happened to her. Father Caleb got rid of her as soon as she started to show, whispered a nasty little voice in Sarah’s head.

  She pushed it away. I won’t think of that now. I won’t!

  “Don’t worry,” Sazar whispered as he thrust inside her. “I’m not really going to come in you, Sarah. I swear I won’t.”

  “But how can you avoid it? Coming I mean?” she panted back. “The attendant’s watching us, Sazar—he or she is going to expect to see your…your seed leaking out of me when we finish.”

  “Sarah, I won’t—”

  “Just do it,” she moaned, completely lost to all reason or shame by now. “We have no choice, Sazar. You have to—please.”

  As she spoke she felt the peak of pleasure approaching again. Sazar’s deep thrusts were rubbing the top of her pussy against the padded end of the breeding bench and sending sparks of sensation through her throbbing clit each time she was pressed against it.

  “I shouldn’t,” he groaned but even as he did, Sarah felt his already thick shaft swelling even more inside her. She gave a little cry as something hot spurted inside her.

  “Oh…oh,” she moaned as the first spurt was followed by another…and then another and another.

  Coming in me, she thought deliriously. Oh my God, he’s coming in me. If I’m not careful I’m going to get pregnant!

  Then the pleasure overwhelmed her and she felt her pussy clench around the big Kindred’s shaft—milking him hard, as though her body wanted to get every last drop of his seed inside her.

  “Sazar,” she moaned and everything seemed to blur for a moment as her orgasm took her and shook her—scrambling her senses with pleasure until she couldn’t see—couldn’t even think—could only feel.

  The next thing she knew a deep voice was saying bitterly, “There—it’s done. I took what I had no right to take and finished inside her. Are you happy now?”

  Sazar’s thick shaft slid out of her but almost before she could cry out from the intense feeling of emptiness, the breeding attendant was pushing something else in place inside her pussy.

  What are they doing? Sarah wondered hazily. Then she remembered the clear plug-like thing the attendant had called a “stay-tight” which he or she had pushed into the pussy of the Alquon woman who had just been bred. She wanted to take it out again but she didn’t get a chance.

  Sazar dragged her to her feet and held her firmly by the hand. He looked at the attendant, his eyes narrow and angry.

  “We’ve done as you asked—are we free to go?”

  “If you wish. But don’t you want to attend the Breeding after-party?” the attendant looked surprised.

  “Under no circumstances,” Sazar growled.

  “Well then, you might at least say your goodbyes to The Lord Magnate. It’s customary to do so before leaving the ball, even if your duty is fulfilled,” the attendant said.

  “Very well.” Standing stiff and tall, Sazar waited until he caught the eye of The Lord Magnate, who was breeding the girl he had picked in a leisurely manner. Sazar bowed once, stiffly, and waited until the Alquon leader had nodded in return. Then he took Sarah’s hand and marched them through the rows of still-breeding Alquon nobles and out of the throne room.

  “Sazar please…please, you’re hurting me,” Sarah gasped as he dragged her rapidly through the palace.

  “Yes, I imagine I did hurt you—quite badly,” he growled, staring straight ahead. “As well as lied to you and violated you—and broke my oath not to take you. For that I can only ask your forgiveness. But there’s no time now—we must get out of here before The Lord Magnate changes his mind and decides he wants you after all. A male like that, used to getting his own way, won’t give up on what he desires unless it’s put well out of his reach.”

  “But…But…” Sarah wanted to tell him she didn’t feel he had done any of the things he had accused himself of. But her head was still hazy from the aftermath of her orgasm and she c