"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 smiles down at you. 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 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."