Refractory Results

A few hours later you find yourself seated on your living room couch, Lulu curled up beside you with her head on your shoulder and her eyes closed while Paine clinks and clatters her way about in the kitchen, "Are you sure you don't need my help in there Paine?"

Instantly the clanging ceases and in their place rises the thumping of footsteps, Paine appearing from the kitchen door in moments with a slightly annoyed expression on her face and her body garbed in one of your extra shirts and boxers, "I might not look like it but I do know how to cook Master...it's just the tools in here are a little different than what I'm used to using."

Shrugging slightly you offer up a gently smile, "I trust you Paine just...if you need any help or explanations as to what things do, don't be afraid to ask."

Even in the slightly dim light of the living room you can see a soft blush cross Paine's cheeks, her gaze turning away from your own and her arms crossing over her still quite tremendous bust with an utterly feminine huff...not that you would ever point that out to her, "Yeah, yeah I got it...thank you Master."

As Paine leaves the room you notice a bit more of a bounce in her step and you can't help but smile, something that is somewhat forgotten as you feel a very soft but very insistent pawing at your lap. With a heavy sigh you turn your head back to the only other occupant of the room, "Lulu..."

At the sound of her name Lulu slowly raises her gaze to your own, her crimson colored iris gleaming out from beneath her eyelashes and offering you a smokey glare only equaled by the most talented and trained of thousand dollar an hour escorts from around the world, "Yes my...master?"

The way she pronounces 'master' almost feel as though the word itself were vocalized sex, her tongue and lips forming the word with such languid and sensual appeal that you nearly feel sticky from lust at it's vocalization, "I already said no."

Quietly, almost silently you can near Lulu whimper in disappointment but she never looses her intense stare as she speaks,"But master...don't you want to breed your ****? Make her pregnant? Fuck her until you impregnate her with your powerful, dominant, fertile seed?"

You feel more than a little bit of heat rise to your cheeks and quite a bit of blood head to your southern head but the slight ache that swelling brings is more than enough to solidify your decision. With a firm hand your gently take Lulu's lithe and dextrous limb from your crotch and set it upon your stomach, your own palm holding it still as you speak, "As tempting as this it Lulu, men have such a thing as a refractory period and when that is ignored or abused they can get rather...sore."

The moment the word passed your lips you could feel a slightly chilling, if not somewhat thrilling, jolt along your spine at Lulu's smile and response, "Oh I think we can do something about that....Master~"