"I love you..."

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as the words slip from your gaping mouth. Where did that come from?

You had been **** by the slavers at age 18. You were at the beginning of your womanhood. The truth is you had no experience with men. In cryo-sleep the 100 year trip to the planet had passed in the blink of an eye. Had a few months of concubine training and a commanding fuck been enough to lose yourself to him?

The reddening of your checks burned hotter and you attempt to regain composure.

The after orgasm stuper on Master's face turns serious. Your eyes lock.

"AS WELL YOU SHOULD," He replies. A smile crosses his face, "THE LOVE A **** FEELS FOR HER MASTER MAKES HER COMPLETE."

You blush further. You shift uncomfortably in his grip as you attempt to relieve the pressure of his cum straining the walls of your womb. Your distended belly gurgles under the strain grotesquely.

"Urrrrrrgh..." you moan in discomfort.

Master gently moves the strands of your long red hair from your face, but he is careful to keep you firmly pinned against him with his remaining hand around your waist. He is unwilling to relieve the semen stuffed inside you.

"SHHHHHHHHHH..." he soothes before leaning down to give you a tender kiss.

He pulls you closer into a hug and you fall into his embrace. The strain on your bloated womb increases, but you enjoy the human connection of being lost in your Master's arms. You adjust your locked wrists, shut your eyes, and savor his warmth.

You had correctly chosen to have your first breeding be with your Master alone.

Your stomach gurgles loudly again between you. "Please release me, my Master. It is too much."