Absolutely.

"Absolutely. You've done well. Thanks, Astrid."

She smiled, and once again closed her eyes and went into herself. It wasn't so much that I saw the slut return -- it looked like Astrid was shrugging off a costume, a large fur coat. Her shoulders shuddered, at least, and her presence softened and shifted. Her hips started moving, pressing her cunt into me. I became aware of her scent again, and my cock throbbed. The hunger I felt for her reasserted itself in my consciousness.

She spoke, and her voice dripped with longing. "Sir, I need you. Fuck me? Please?" She grasped my cock with one hand, making us both shudder. She brought her hips off of me and moved to insert my cock into her. Now.

With a quickness that surprised me, I grabbed her upper arms, pressed my core into her, and rotated my hips powerfully. The effect was to flip us both so that I was on top of her, my cock pressing against her outer lips, my arms pinning her to the bed. She gasped and moaned.

"Sir! You're so powerful! Please, I need it. I need your cock inside of me. I need.... I need you... your cock..." She was gasping again, her words jumbling. I wanted it, too. But I had something to try, first.

I moved one of my hands to her head, grabbed a fistful of hair, and pulled slightly. Not enough to hurt, just enough to feel connected to her spine. I gazed into her and shifted to let her take a bit more of my weight.

"Sir?" she said, her voice small.

"Cum for me, pet." I said.

There was the briefest look of surprise on her face before pleasure overtook her. She cried out, her mouth wide open and eyes squinting. Her back arched underneath me as her muscles spasmed. My cock felt her groin clench rhythmically, even though I wasn't yet penetrating her. Her orgasm crested and started to recede.

Well that's cool, I thought. My turn.

Her cunt was still twitching as I drove inside of her in one quick motion. Her eyes opened wide as she moaned, "Sir! Yes! Take me."

I did. I drove in to her, again and again. My muscles operated as a single connected unit. I could feel my cock pressed firmly against the walls of her pussy, a mix of delicious friction and heat and wetness. But I could also feel my ankles and calves flexing, my thighs pumping, my core tensing and releasing, and my upper back holding my frame steady. My hand was still gripping her hair. I tensed it in time with my thrusts.

"Yes, yes, give me that perfect cock. Give me your genes, your superiority. Make me... break me... claim me... seed me... breed me!" Her moans punctuated her words, her hips bucking and twisting under me, not in an attempt to escape, but clearly out of desire for my manhood to touch every part of her sex. I made out a few more words ("I.... yes... cock... yes....") but her voice slowly dissolved into a morass of unintelligible sound. The meaning was clear, though. I was short-circuiting her brain, continuing a process that was already too far gone to stop. Not that I wanted to.

Her pussy kept up its muscular ****, squeezing and pulsing and rippling. I realized I was grunting. Short sharp bursts of breath came out of me with a low rumbling growl. I felt the energy rising in both of us. I could see it in her, a glowing presence somewhere just behind her torso, face, and eyes. It would shatter, soon, fracture into its component frequencies and dance across us in a cascade of ecstatic culmination. I had control. I could delay it, if I wanted to. And for a moment, I did. I slowed my thrusts. I felt the energy hum steadily. Astrid's didn't stop moaning, but the frenetic babbling resolved into words again.

"Yes, Sir. Please, Sir. Please give me your cum. I know you want to. Make my titties bigger. Make me swell. Plant yourself in me. And then do it again, and again, because I need you. I need this."

I smiled at her, and spoke. "Are you sure? Are you suitable for my superior cum?"

"Yes, Sir! I'm so ready! I need it! _Please _let me bear your children. Please! Give it to me! It's all I've ever wanted."

The energy was rising again. Her words were exciting me. I still had control. But I wanted to see the rainbow burst. I let go, and felt my hips smoothly increase the pace.

"Ooo, yes, yes, mine, mine, mine!" Astrid moaned, her words once again dissolving into mindless gasps.

My orgasm was approaching. I passed the threshold. I tightened my grip on her hair and shouted out, "Cum with me, Pet!"

"Yes, Siiiiiiirrrrrrrrr!" Her response met my energy. Her cunt gripped me and somehow pulled me into her as deep as I could reach with my expanded and enhanced cock.

I felt my cum travel up my shaft before it exploded. At the same time, my vision shattered into a haze of shining colors. Astrid was screaming. I was yelling. This was my purpose, my _position _in life. Implanting my seed deep into the womb of willing, fertile, ready women. This one was the first, and I knew she would be far from the last.

Five pumps. Ten. The cum kept flowing from my heavy balls until I finally felt myself taper off, though my cock still twitched in her. She was still moaning, her eyes closed, her torso undulating under me. I stayed in her for several long moments, feeling the orgasmic energy recede. It was replaced by a warmth that reverberated between us.

"Thank you, Sir," she murmured.

"You're welcome, Pet."

I released my grip on her hair, and lowered my head to kiss her. Our lips met, and I felt a circulation between our bodies, a circuit formed from the dual connections of our lips and our sex. The pattern was part of our bond, a metaphysical attachment that could be regenerated whenever we connected with each other in this way.

We kissed softly for several long moments before I pulled out of her. Despite the incredible amount of cum I felt like I had deposited in her, very little escaped as I withdrew. Just enough to make it clear that she had just been filled with potent semen. I looked up from her lips and noticed a slight bulge in her lower abdomen. Filled, indeed, I thought.

We laid on the bed listening to each other breathe, enjoying the sense of closeness we shared. She snuggled her head into my chest, and I snaked my left hand down her back to gently caress her soft ass. I let my thoughts drift for a time.

Eventually Astrid shifted, sitting up once again. I opened my eyes. Had I slept again? Perhaps. It didn't matter.

"Time to get up, Sir. Aren't you hungry?"

"Famished. I feel like I could eat pretty much anything you put in front of me. But what I want right now is protein, and lots of it."

Astrid smiled. "Of course. Me too. Our bodies need fuel for the changes they're still going through. And you just pumped about a pint of protein into me. Let's go to the mess."

She made to get off the bed, and then squealed with excitement! "Ooh, Sir! Do you want to see what the other participants are, um, getting? Do you want to see what's happening to Rod? It's on the way..."