"Please let it be a boy!"

You are exhausted from the ordeal of receiving his breeding load. The words spill out of you. You are not sure if it was from the primal urge programmed into you to please him or if it was from there fear of failure.

Master leans forward and kisses your neck. His rough lips scrape at your sensitive skin causing a shiver to overtake you. Your nipples somehow manage to flush further and Master cups one of your large breasts with one hand and pulls your neck back by your leash with another. Your eyes lock and his face has softens in the afterglow of his monstrous orgasm.

"EMPEROR WILLING..." He whispers in a prayer of his own.

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 tight grip on the leash around your neck. He is unwilling to relieve the semen stuffed inside you.

"SHHHHHHHHHH..." he soothes before giving you a tender kiss.

You gag in his kiss as he pulls the leash even tighter against your neck. His coarse fingers tweak and pull at your nipples causing you to jump helplessly in his lap. Each bounce increases the strain on your bloated womb, but you enjoy the moment of being so expertly controlled by your Master. You adjust your locked wrists, shut your eyes, and endure his merciless attention.

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."