=][=Ah, ah, not so fast my randy little brood mare!=][= Prince Damian chuckles as he paws at your left tit with his smooth and warm metallic right hand, =][=A son and heir, delivered healthy and hale, who grows to adulthood fully sane and intelligent: though your indenture begins with his birth I can revoke it at any time ere it has run it's course should he fail to live up to the standards I have set for him, and you most certainly do not end your enslavement just because you come up pregnant...=][= He snickers as he pinches and rolls your left nipple between his fingers, making you gasp at the peculiarly erotic sensation of being fondled by this hulking brute of a robot with a hand the size of your head, yet who's touch is still feather delicate.
"Ah, of course my Lord, I, oooh, miss-spoke, I meant as you have said, that were, mmmm, were you to sire a son upon me I could, hah, could be clear of my debt to you, ugh, s-sooner!" You stammer and stutter before you feel his massive left 'hand' pull your enchanted clitoral piercing and your mind explodes in orgasm. "HYYYAAAHAAHAA!!!!!!!" you scream as your body spasms uncontrollably and female ejaculate gushes out of your pussy, propelling a good amount of his cum with it.
=][=Seem's you've made a mess ****, I think you need to clean it up.=][= Prince Damian grins in amusement.
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