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Kyoui paced restlessly in her dimly lit study, her ethereal silvery fur rippling with each step and the soft whisper of her robe trailing behind her. The air was thick with tension, and she could feel the weight of her responsibility pressing down on her like a heavy blanket. Her large, luminous eyes gazed longingly at the portrait of Connie that adorned the wall, the intricate gold frame further emphasizing her daughter's delicate beauty.

"Connie... my sweet girl," Kyoui murmured to herself, her ears twitching with anxiety. She was painfully aware that her daughter had surpassed the age suitable for marriage, and the urgency of the situation gnawed at her heart. "I must find you someone worthy, someone who will cherish and adore you as I do. But how?"

As an Oracle, Kyoui was gifted with the ability to see into the hearts of others, but never before had such a task seemed so daunting. At times, it felt as though the fates themselves were conspiring against her.

Kyoui hesitated, her mind racing with the terrifying possibility of Connie being wedded to a cruel suitor from a distant region. If she failed to find a match for her daughter, she might lose her forever. But she couldn't let Connie know the true extent of her fears.

"Mother?" Connie's voice broke through Kyoui's thoughts like a ray of sunlight, causing her to nearly jump out of her skin. She quickly composed herself before turning to face her daughter, who stood in the doorway with a questioning tilt of her head.

"Ah, Connie, there you are. What can I do for you, dear?" Kyoui asked, forcing a smile onto her face. It was crucial that Connie never discovered her matchmaking efforts; this was a burden that Kyoui had chosen to bear on her own.

Connie padded closer, her silvery fur shimmering in the fading sunlight. She tilted her head, her expressive ears perking up curiously. "You've been worried lately. I can sense it. Is there something wrong?"

"Thank you, darling, but I'm quite alright," Kyoui reassured her, though her own thoughts were far from settled. "Why don't you go and enjoy your evening? Perhaps take a walk through the gardens or visit the library?"

Connie's eyes sparkled mischievously as she nodded, giving her mother a quick embrace before slipping away into the night. Kyoui watched her go with a mixture of pride and worry, her heart swelling with love for her daughter – and all the more determined to find her the happiness she deserved.

"Time is running out, and I must act quickly," Kyoui whispered to herself, her resolve hardening like steel. "I will search far and wide, even beyond our own species if necessary. I will not rest until I have found a match worthy of my precious Connie."

And so, with renewed determination, Kyoui threw herself into her quest, using her Oracle powers to explore the hearts and minds of potential suitors in their vast, magical world. She would not allow fate to dictate her daughter's future; she would forge a destiny of her own design.

Kyoui's frustration mounted as her search continued to yield no suitable matches. Her delicate fox ears twitched atop her head, betraying her agitation. As she glared at the scrolls before her, a sudden thought crossed her mind: perhaps she needed to expand her search beyond their own kind.

"Maybe I should consider other species," Kyoui murmured to herself, her tail flicking back and forth behind her. It was a risky idea, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Taking a deep breath, she focused her Oracle powers once more, casting her gaze wider than ever before. And that's when she found him: a human warrior turned farmer living on the outskirts of the city she served.

Kyoui, alone in her study, closed her eyes and focused her thoughts on the human warrior-turned-farmer. As an Oracle, she had the ability to gather information from the cosmos, reaching out with her mind to touch the strings of fate that bound all beings.

"James," she whispered his name, allowing herself to become one with the energies that surrounded him. Visions swirled before her mind's eye, revealing glimpses of his life: battles fought, wounds healed, and fields tilled as he labored under the sun.

"Show me more," Kyoui urged, her voice barely audible. She needed to know if James was suitable for Connie, both emotionally and physically. Her daughter deserved only the best.

As she delved deeper into his life, she discovered a man of strength and resilience, tempered by kindness and humility. Images of his well-muscled body glistened with sweat as he tirelessly worked the land. It was evident in the way he moved, with grace and precision, that his years as a warrior had not been wasted.

"Would you be able to give my daughter what she needs?" Kyoui thought, her heart pounding with the weight of her decision. "Can you provide her with the love, respect, and fulfillment she deserves?"

The visions revealed a tender side to James as well: his gentle touch as he cared for injured animals, the softness in his eyes when he looked upon the world around him. It was clear that he possessed the capacity for great compassion.

"Very well," Kyoui murmured, opening her eyes once more. "I will take matters into my own hands."

Gathering her resolve, Kyoui decided to set in motion a plain to bind the fates of Connie and James together. And then she remembered a lesson from her mentor all those years ago. “Being an Oracle means having the courage to change the fates and the resolve to see it through.” She stealed herself for what had to come and hoped with every fiber of her being she hoped it would work out and they both in time could forgive her.

Kyoui, the skilled Oracle, stood in her dimly lit tower. The cold stone beneath her bare feet sent shivers up her spine as she reached for the dusty shelf above her head. Her fingers wrapped around a heavy, ornate crystal ball that had been hidden away for far too long. As she cradled the precious object in her hands, she knew it was time to explore the compatibility of James and Connie – two souls whose union could bring forth powerful offspring. The thought of their bloodlines merging sent a wave of excitement through Kyoui's body. She held the masters singing ball in her hand as it framed of power a dangerous and highly forbidden artifact from a time long ago, with this tool she could the strings of faith that held the reality together, There is no going back now is she activated the ball.

"James... Connie," she whispered, letting the names linger in the air like an incantation.

She focused intently on the ball, its surface swirling with a kaleidoscope of colors as images began to take form within it. She saw James, a striking warrior with a chiseled jaw and piercing eyes, now a farmer tending to his land. And there was Connie, her seductive daughter and apprentice with an insatiable curiosity and a beauty that left even the most stoic of men weak at the knees. Kyoui watched as the crystal ball revealed the undeniable chemistry between them.

Kyoui wished she didn't have to be so forceful in their union and that she could have let them find themselves on their own but with time ticking down she has no choice but to push the issue and hope for the best…

"Ah, yes... they are destined for greatness,I always knew she’d be special" Kyoui murmured, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips.

The next day, Kyoui composed a letter to James, inviting him to her tower for a free fortune-telling session. She carefully disguised her true intentions, assuring him that this consultation would help ensure a bountiful first season on his farm. As she penned the words, she felt a thrill at the prospect of setting her plan in motion.

"Dearest James," she wrote, "As the harvest season approaches, I am offering my services as a gesture of goodwill to my fellow villagers. My visions have brought me insights into the fates of many, and I believe I can help you secure a prosperous future for your farm. Please accept my invitation to a private reading at my tower, where we shall explore the possibilities that lie ahead."

Kyoui sealed the letter with her personal emblem – an intricate web of lines representing the threads of fate. She knew that James would not be able to resist the opportunity to learn more about his future, and she could hardly contain her excitement as she sent the letter on its way.

"Everything is falling into place," Kyoui thought, her eyes twinkling with anticipation. "Soon, James and Connie will be united, and their powerful bloodlines shall create a legacy that will shape our Kindom forever."

Moonlight bathed the Mage's Tower in a silver glow as Connie, Kyoui's nervous and excited apprentice, approached the looming structure for the first time. She couldn't believe she was finally here, on the cusp of proving herself as a skilled fortune-teller.

"Come in, my dear," Kyoui beckoned from within, her voice soothing and warm. Connie hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, before stepping through the arched doorway.

"Welcome, Connie." Kyoui gestured toward a small table, set with an elegant tea service. "I thought we might share some tea before discussing your future."

"Thank you, Ma’am," Connie stammered, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She took a seat at the table, her heart pounding in her chest. This was it, the moment she had been waiting for.

Kyoui poured the steaming liquid into two delicate cups, her movements graceful and fluid. As she handed one of them to Connie, she stealthily slipped a few crushed leaves of heat Leaf into her apprentice's tea. The powerful, tasteless aphrodisiac would induce female heat over the next few hours, building in intensity until it passed from Connie's system in two weeks or through successful copulation – though Kyoui had never known anyone who could last that long.

As the tea warmed their bodies, Kyoui leaned back in her chair, looking thoughtful. Her eyes seemed to pierce through the dimly lit room, focusing on a point far beyond the walls of the Mage's Tower. Connie felt an almost palpable excitement in the air and realized that Kyoui was about to share something important with her.

"Your progress has been impressive," Kyoui said, sipping her tea. "I'm proud of how far you've come."

Connie blushed deeper, her ears twitching with pride. "Thank you, Ma’am . I only hope to live up to your expectations."

"Drink, my dear," Kyoui urged gently, hiding her true intentions behind a warm smile. "We have much to discuss."

"Connie," Kyoui began, her voice soft, "the time has come for you to embark on a crucial task. A solo reading that will shape the destiny of a human." She paused, her gaze shifting to observe her apprentice carefully. "This is a monumental step in your journey as a fortune-teller, and I trust that you are ready."

The words sent a shiver down Connie's spine, her tail flicking nervously behind her. The enormity of the task at hand weighed heavily on her shoulders, yet she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride welling up within her. She yearned to prove herself to her mother and show her true potential.

"Thank you," Connie replied, her voice wavering slightly. "I'm honored by your faith in me."

Kyoui smiled warmly at her daughter, her eyes betraying no hint of the secrets she kept hidden. "Your talent has impressed me from the very beginning, Connie. Trust in your abilities and yourself, and remember the lessons I have taught you."

Connie nodded, taking a deep breath to steady herself. As she did so, she became acutely aware of the heat within her body growing more intense, her fur feeling damp with perspiration. She tried to focus on Kyoui's words, pushing aside the distracting sensations.

"Listen carefully," Kyoui continued, her voice gentle yet firm. "When performing a reading, it is vital to clear your mind and open your heart to the energies around you. Allow the universe to guide your insights and reveal the truth hidden within the shadows of the future."

"Remember, too," Kyoui went on, "that our role as fortune-tellers is not to shape fate but to illuminate its many paths. We must never impose our desires or our will upon those we read for. It is their choices that ultimately determine their destinies."

Connie listened intently, her ears twitching with each word Kyoui spoke. Despite the growing heat clawing at her insides, she committed her mentor's wisdom to memory, determined to uphold the principles and honor the trust bestowed upon her.

"Understood, Ma’am ," Connie said, her voice resolute. "I will do my best to follow your guidance and make you proud."

Kyoui's eyes shimmered with a mix of pride and something else Connie couldn't quite decipher. "I have no doubt that you will, my dear apprentice," she murmured, her voice barely audible above the crackling fire nearby.

As the two of them engaged in conversation, Connie's body began to subtly react to the heat Leaf. She shifted in her seat, her tail flicking nervously, as a tingling sensation spread through her limbs. Kyoui noticed these changes but made no mention of them, effortlessly steering their conversation toward matters of fortune-telling and the importance of following one's instincts.

"Thank you," Connie whispered, her thoughts a whirlwind as she rose from the table and made her way to her assigned quarters within the Mage's Tower.

With Connie gone, Kyoui retreated to a secret chamber deep within the tower. There, she would wait for her to fall asleep before performing a secret ritual of suggestion. Unbeknownst to Connie and James, their fates were now intertwined, guided by the skilled hands of the Oracle, who sought to bring about a union that would shape their world forever.

The tower's clock struck midnight, its echoing chimes filling the air with a sense of mystery and anticipation. Kyoui, her ears twitching at the sound, waited patiently for Connie to retire to her room. She knew that she had only a few hours before the sun would rise, and the crucial fortune-telling session was to begin.

With a final glance towards Connie's chamber door, Kyoui turned and entered a hidden passage concealed behind an ancient tapestry. The narrow corridor led her to a secret chamber, reserved solely for the most critical of rituals.

As Kyoui stepped inside, the room seemed to come alive with a soft, ethereal glow. She took a moment to run her paw along the cold stone walls, feeling the centuries-old power that coursed through them. This chamber had seen many fateful decisions made within its confines, and tonight would be no different.

"Time waits for no one," Kyoui muttered to herself, her tail flicking back and forth in a mix of excitement and trepidation. There was much at stake, but she was confident in her abilities and the plan she'd set into motion.

Settling down at the center of the chamber, Kyoui closed her eyes, allowing her senses to guide her as she prepared for the ritual. Her breathing slowed, her heartbeat steady and strong, as she reached out with her mind, seeking the slumbering presence of Connie.

" I hate to haveing to do this to you but your mental fortitude is way too strong to leave it to chance," Kyoui whispered, her voice barely audible in the stillness of the night. "I hope you can forgive me…and let the stars guide you to the destiny that awaits."

She focused on the connection between them, nurtured during their years together as mentor and protege, and began to weave the magic of suggestion. Her spell opened the floodgate to her most Arabic and sensual fantasies Images and feelings usually suppressed broke free in golfed her thoughts

"Go on we need you good and horny," she urged, her voice soft and persuasive as the first light of Midnight began to seep into the chamber.

With each whispered word, Kyoui infused the magic with her own desires, shaping the suggestion so it would resonate within the depths of Connie's subconscious. She knew she crossed a fine line, meddling with the fates of others, but it was the least bad option.

As the ritual reached its crescendo, Kyoui could feel the connection between them beginning to fade, the pull of sleep releasing its hold. It was time for her to step back and let destiny take its course.

“May you never know of my hand in this," Kyoui whispered, more to herself than to Connie. "May you only know love and happiness in the days to come."

With the final words spoken, Kyoui opened her eyes and rose from her position at the center of the chamber.

"Tomorrow is going to be amazing," Connie murmured to herself, her tail twitching in anticipation. She stretched languidly, her supple body arching like a bow as her claws flexed against the soft bedding.

As she relaxed back into the plush mattress, an unexpected sensation began to bloom within her. It started as a warmth deep in her core, spreading outward with each passing second. Her heart raced as she tried to identify the feeling, her fur standing on end.

"Na-No it can’t be?" Connie whispered, her voice trembling slightly. The sensation intensified, making her feel heavy and almost lethargic. She attempted to rise from the bed, but her limbs felt weighted down, as if they were made of lead. Panic gripped her chest, and she clawed at her sheets, desperate for some kind of release.

"Why now..." Connie choked out, her vision blurring as she succumbed to the overwhelming warmth coursing through her veins. Despite her attempts to resist, her body betrayed her desires. Her nipples hardened, and a wetness gathered between her thighs. She squeezed her legs together, trying to stifle the insistent throbbing that began to pulse through her.

"Gods...why now, Its hasn’t been that long sense my last cycle has it?" Connie whimpered, her golden eyes wide with confusion and desire. The heat within her continued to build, consuming her every thought until all she could focus on was the overwhelming need coursing through her veins

Connie struggled to steady her breathing, her chest heaving as she attempted to calm the whirlwind of thoughts racing through her mind. The sensations coursing through her body were overpowering, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but her throbbing need.

"Get a grip, Connie," she whispered to herself, her voice husky. She closed her eyes and tried to visualize calming images--a tranquil stream, a gentle breeze rustling through the trees. But even these serene scenes couldn't quell the fiery heat that consumed her.

Unable to resist any longer, Connie's hand found its way back to her slick, swollen mound, her fingers tracing the outline of her pussy. She let out a shuddering sigh as her fingertips danced over her engorged clit, sending jolts of electricity throughout her body.

Her hips bucked instinctively, seeking more contact, more friction, more pleasure. Connie could feel the desperate hunger in her core growing stronger as her fingers plunged into the depths of her wetness. She couldn't stop herself, her claws digging into her own flesh as she fucked herself harder and faster.

"Fuck...fuck...I need more..." Connie moaned, her voice a plea to some unknown force that she felt controlling her every move. Her tail flicked wildly, betraying her arousal and desperation alike.

The room echoed with the lewd sounds of her self-pleasuring, drowning out any remnants of guilt or shame she may have felt. Everything else fell away, leaving only the raw, animalistic lust that drove her to the brink of exhaustion.

With one final thrust of her fingers, Connie's body trembled, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She cried out, her voice hoarse and broken as her climax tore through her entire being. Every muscle in her body tensed, then released as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

As the last shudders shook her, Connie's exhausted body collapsed onto the sticky, damp sheets. Her juices coated her fingers, thighs, and the surrounding linens as she finally succumbed to the darkness that tugged at the edge of her consciousness….

Connie's dreams were a whirlwind of lust, her subconscious conjuring fantasies of being taken by humans in every possible position. The vivid images of strong, muscular human males with insatiable desires flooded her mind.

"Oh... fuck me," Connie whimpered in her sleep, her body twitching as the dream unfolded before her.

Firm hands gripped her hips, lifting her onto a throbbing cock that plunged deep into her dripping cunt. Her tail curled around the human's waist, pulling them closer, desperate for the sensation of being completely filled. Their thrusts were rough and unrelenting, driving her to new heights of ecstasy.

"Harder!" she cried out, her ears twitching in pleasure as the fantasy continued to evolve, showing no signs of slowing down.

The scene shifted, and now she was on her back, legs spread wide as another human drove their cock into her welcoming depths. She wrapped her legs around their waist, nails scratching at their back as they fucked her with abandon. Her breasts heaved with each gasping breath, nipples hard and aching for attention.

"Use me... breed me..." Connie moaned, the words slipping from her lips as though they were the most natural thing in the world. The idea of being used as a cum dump for these insatiable humans, to be bred over and over again like a puppy mill, sent shivers down her spine and fueled her arousal.

In her dream, she felt the hot, sticky release of the humans filling her, their seed mingling with her own juices. Each time brought a new surge of pleasure, the thought of being claimed and marked as their breeding toy intoxicating her senses.

Connie's fantasies continued to evolve, growing in intensity and depravity. With each new scenario her mind conjured, she eagerly embraced the depths of her desires. The scent of sweat, musk, and sex filled her nostrils as she found herself on all fours, surrounded by a group of humans eager to use her for their pleasure.

The men's lustful grins widened as they stepped forward, stroking their hard cocks while admiring her ripe, curvaceous body. They looked at her like a prized piece of meat, their primal gazes sending shivers down her spine.

"Good girl," one of them growled, running his fingers through her hair before roughly pulling her head back. He pressed the tip of his throbbing cock against her lips, smearing pre-cum across her soft, supple skin.

"Open wide, slut."

She obeyed without hesitation, her mouth watering at the thought of tasting his seed. As he pushed his length into her throat, Connie's senses were overwhelmed; the texture of his thick shaft, the salty taste of his pre-cum, the way her throat stretched to accommodate him.

"Fuck, yes!" she moaned around the invading cock, eyes watering from the sheer force of his thrusts.

As her mouth was relentlessly fucked, more humans took turns pumping their cocks into her dripping pussy, pounding her senseless. Her slick walls clenched greedily around each dick, desperate for every last drop of cum they had to offer.

"Fill me up! Make me your breeding bitch!" she screamed, reveling in the wanton abandon of her actions.

Her tail wagged uncontrollably, slapping against her ass cheeks with each thrust, signaling her submission to this primal act. Her ears twitched and flattened against her head, the sounds of grunts, moans, and flesh slapping flesh filling the air.

"Look at this greedy little whore," one man spat, his voice laced with lustful disdain. "She can't get enough, can she?"

"Seems like we've found ourselves a true cum dump," another agreed, smirking as he grabbed her hips, slamming into her with even more force.

Connie's mind was consumed by her fantasies – the thought of being bred repeatedly, used like an animal for their pleasure, and discarded when they were done. The idea of being filled with hot, sticky seed, her belly swollen with their halfbreeds, sent wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure coursing through her body.

As Connie' tossed and turned beneath cum-soaked sheets, her body writhing in response to her filthy thoughts, the fantasies continued to evolve, she found herself enthralled by the idea of being taken hard and rough, her body aching with need for it. She imagined strong human hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto thick, throbbing cocks as they pounded mercilessly into her wet, eager pussy. The thought alone sent shivers down her spine, her arousal intensifying further.

"Fuck me harder!" she cried out in her mind, desperate for the relentless onslaught to continue. Her body was a canvas on which her lovers painted their desires, using her as a means to satiate their own lustful needs.

Her ears flicked back and forth, picking up the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the grunts and groans of her imaginary partners filling her ears. In her haze of sexual gratification, Connie realized there was one thing missing from her fantasies that would complete this mental tapestry: the taste of human cock in her mouth.

"Please," she whimpered, licking her lips in anticipation. "I need to taste you."

In her mind's eye, she saw a man approaching her, his erect cock bobbing before him like an offering. He gripped her head, guiding her mouth towards his swollen member. Her tongue darted out, tentatively at first, tracing circles around the tip before she slowly took him into her moist, hot cavern.

The texture of his shaft was unlike anything she had experienced before, rigid yet velvety as it slid between her lips. Her moans vibrated along its length, spurring him to thrust deeper into her throat. Gagging slightly, she fought to accommodate his impressive girth, tears welling up in her eyes as she struggled to breathe.

"Such a good little slut," he murmured, his voice heavy with satisfaction. "Choke on my cock like the whore you are."

Despite the demeaning words, Connie felt a strange sense of pride at his praise. She wanted to be used, to be treated like an object for their pleasure. The more they degraded her, the more she craved it. Her mind swirled with thoughts of being passed around, her mouth filled with cock after cock, each one leaving their mark on her as they coated her throat in their seed.

"Please," she gasped between thrusts, her voice muffled by the dick lodged in her mouth. "Don't stop. I'll take you all."

Her tail wagged and thrashed, betraying her excitement and eagerness to serve. As she surrendered herself to the onslaught of hard, rough sex and the taste of human cock, Connie knew she had discovered a new side of herself – one that craved submission and degradation, driven by her insatiable sexual desires.

Connie's body trembled with anticipation as her mind spun further into the depths of her fantasies. She imagined herself being taken from behind, her wrists bound tightly, forcing her to submit entirely to the rough, primal fucking she so desperately craved. Her cunt clenched around nothing, aching for the intrusion of a thick, human cock that would stretch her to her limit and beyond.

"Use me," she whimpered in her fantasy, her voice hoarse from screaming in ecstasy. "I'm your whore, your fucktoy. I need you to pound my tight, wet pussy until I can't take it anymore."

Her phantom lover responded eagerly, slamming his hips against her ass with brutal force, each thrust sending waves of delicious pain coursing through her trembling frame. Connie reveled in the feeling of being utterly dominated, her body no longer her own but a vessel for their pleasure - a pleasure she was all too eager to provide.

"Again," she begged, her tail thrashing wildly as she attempted to push back against the relentless pounding. "Please, don't stop. Use me over and over again."

As if on cue, her fantasy shifted, and she found herself surrounded by a sea of human cocks, their owners hungrily eying her quivering form. Each one took their turn using her body, filling her mouth, cunt, and ass with their throbbing manhoods until she was left gasping and dripping with their combined seed.

"More," she whispered between ragged breaths, her eyes wild with lust. "Please, more. I need it."

Her desires knew no bounds, a whirlwind of insatiable cravings that drove her to the edge of reason. She wanted to be used over and over, her body a canvas for their debauchery, a testament to her submission and devotion to fulfilling her every carnal desire.

And so it went, throughout the night - Connie lost in her dreams, each one more explicit and intense than the last. She tossed and turned, her body consumed by the relentless onslaught of sexual energy that coursed through her veins. Her climaxes came in rapid succession, each one more powerful than the one before, until she was utterly spent.

As the first light of dawn crept through the window, Connie lay in bed, her chest heaving, her body slick with sweat and other fluids. She trembled as the echoes of her climaxes continued to reverberate through her, the memories of her dreams lingering like tendrils of smoke in her mind. And though she knew she should feel ashamed, all she felt was an overwhelming sense of satisfaction and longing.

"Damn it," she muttered, pushing herself up to sit against the headboard, brushing strands of damp hair from her face. Her tail swished restlessly behind her, betraying her agitation. The subtle taste of human flesh still lingered in her mouth from her dreams, and the memory made her cunt clench hungrily.

"Focus, Connie... focus..." she whispered to herself, closing her eyes and trying to summon the mental clarity necessary for her first reading. It was an important milestone in her apprenticeship with Kyoui, but her mind was consumed by her dark fantasies, leaving her feeling as if she were drowning in her own lust.

She took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet fragrance of the incense that burned in her room. The delicate scent contrasted sharply with the heavy aroma of her sex, creating a disorienting sensory experience that only heightened her inner turmoil.

"Get a grip, you horny bitch," she chastised herself, attempting to stand and smooth her disheveled clothing. Her legs trembled with the effort, and she leaned against the wall for support. She could feel her juices trickling down her inner thighs, a tantalizing reminder of her unquenched lust.

"Kyoui will be here soon," she murmured, her ears perked at the sound of footsteps approaching her door. She could feel the weight of her own expectations bearing down on her, but the thoughts of rough hands gripping her hips and powerful thrusts impaling her continued to intrude upon her concentration.

"Today is meant to be about my training, not getting bred" she reminded herself, gritting her teeth as she struggled to push the lewd images from her mind. Her heart raced in anticipation of her reading, yet the throbbing between her legs refused to be ignored.