Naughty girl, spying on them.

Sasha grew even larger inside of Mai when she realized they were being listened to. That his deep, guttural grunts, drawing a high=pitched, adorably feminine response in moans of pleasure, were slipping out the door, into the ears of another.

Mai was already tight down there, perhaps the only spot on her body that could be described as narrow. Even though her waist narrowed, compared to all that came around it on either side of her divine, chunky hourglass, there was still a comfortable plush roundness to her belly.

“Excited at the prospect of an audience, hm? Or thinking perhaps of another woman, while you’re cumming inside me?~”

Sasha shook his head and grew more intense with each stroke. “I don’t care about what the maid’s doing.”

“Mmmh~ Leave the lying to me, dear. And not to worry about absurdities such as jealousy, I’m the one behind the breeding program in the first place.” Every so often, the air would be **** from her lungs by a particularly brutal press, and being folded in half made it harder still to keep cool. Her composure was bring crushed. Yet Mai’s grin was one of growing self-satisfaction at a plan coming together. “In fact, I’ve seen the list of volunteers, and you’ll never believe who else signed up, thinking I wouldn’t notice!~”

Sasha looked for the first time in hours at anything that wasn’t Mai, glancing up at the closed door. “This Anzu girl is also…?”

“You met, and had a businesslike conversation, with a girl who signed up to bear your children. Well, with several perhaps, but this one is right outside the door. Listening to you rail me, hand doubtless down sopping-wet panties, wishing she was in here with a first-class stud.”

There was no way to avoid vividly imagining it. A girl he’d just met, doing all that…

“Well?” Mai prodded him, purely with her voice, as no other part of her could so much as move beneath his power. Only her neck was free to crane, sending fluffy, curly blonde locks over her face, and letting her spare her own glance to the door. “What are you waiting for, then?”

“Anzu, I… need your help?”

Mai nodded in approval, though she was slightly disappointed to feel his hips grind to a halt. The feeling of him holding there, deep inside her, was still very pleasing, and she had to admit to her own thrill at her servant seeing her like this. All tied up, no rope necessary, except for all the ropes being shot inside.

Now, without anywhere to go, a lot of each load was pouring right out onto the bed, too, and making quite the mess.

“It seems you are quite capable of handling the situation, sir.”

Such an attitude on the family maid. Mai rolled her eyes. “See this terrible mess, Anzu? Clean it up, so we can proceed.” Sasha had finally stopped cumming for now, but was still rock-hard in every sense. More like she’d turned off a firehose at full pressure, rather than drained anything.

When Anzu turned back, though, Mai’s voice cracked like a whip.

“With your tongue, of course.”

That meant bringing Anzu’s face within inches of the place they were connected. Moreover, she couldn’t do it in that mask, so she’d have to take it off. Without a trace of hesitation, she spun back on her high-heel, and moved towards the bed, reaching up to reveal her face.

Sasha was expecting scars, or something. His mind filled in that blank space with some great secret, but no. Anzu just looked like a normal human girl. All the mechanics of nature present and accounted for, and in fact, she was cute. Not a world-shattering beauty who had to be hid away lest she drive stamen mad, Mai was here for that. Not by any standards plain, either.

Her face was extremely pale, more pale than the skin right around her eyes, which made the giant flare-up of a maiden’s blush all the more pronounced.

“There are so many girls in this village who are just like Anzu,” Mai explained breathlessly. “They’re endlessly curious about you. They want to know more, to get closer, to feel you in action. To get fucked senseless by an honest-to-the-gods man, and then of course, to bear your children.”

Wordless in the face of such a speech, unable to argue that wasn’t true, and secretly aroused, Anzu knelt upon the ruined covers and blankets, brushing a lock of short-cropped brown hair away from those green eyes. She inspected the seed running now freely in rivers and puddles down Mai’s body and soaking into the bedsheets, and determined the only reasonable way to get anything ‘clean’.

The human licking the cat, huh. Mai let out another fresh set of moans, and squirmed about, and Sasha soon followed as that skillful tongue ran across the base of his cock. The only part of him not already embraced inside Mai’s tight, wet pussy, and feeling the pulsing pressure of her internal walls.

The combined **** got him cumming again, and washed away Anzu’s progress, giving her more to lap up hungrily. She was soon well-acquainted with his taste as much as the young mistress.

“This is all going inside you, Anzu. Are you ready?~” Mai wondered, giggling.

At her direction, Sasha grabbed the maid, and pinned her to the bed in the same position he’d been holding her mistress. There was a minor, instinctual struggle, but while she had some good strength, her knees were touching her shoulders in seconds. Anzu was now caught in the traditional mating press. In her uniform still, though the skirt fell off to reveal she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“Oh, yes, much as she pretends to squirm away, look below.” Mai smirked, finally free, though her arms and legs had fallen quite asleep in the intervening hours of passion. She wiggled her way over to see Anzu, and admired his handiwork up close. “Nothing at all, what a little slut. That’s why you’re my favorite, Anzu. Consider yourself moved up the list to VIP status.”

“I n-need a moment to prepare myself,” Anzu said, finally breaking her silence, as he came face-to-face with this stranger. Their gazes met, and hers melted. She was overwhelmed in every sense, but made no effort to resist, no complaint. In fact, she followed-up, seeing he had actually stopped, with a quiet, “... Please be gentle.”

There was only so gentle one could be in a mating press, a position designed to imprint submission on cute girls and get them pregnant as fast as possible.

Still, Sasha would do his best, as he drove himself into an unfamiliar girl’s body. The first of what would turn out to be many, for the village breeding program was more extensive than he’d ever imagined.

He always made sure to come deep inside, until their wombs were full.

Just as critical, as the Captain taught him, was the cuddling afterwards.