Go to the room

You follow Libitina and Alicia to a luxurious chamber. The moment the door closes behind you, your lust returns in a dominating wave.

You grab Alicia, pinning her against the wall. You don't need to ask for her consent; she's already yours. She throws her head back, offering you her neck, which you take, leaving a harsh bite mark.

You pull away just long enough to lift her maid dress, exposing her legs and her still wet pussy, slick with your cum. "You're wet," you say.

"Always for you, My King."

"Good." You drive your hard cock into her depth without preamble.

She gasps, not in pain this time, but in pure, overwhelming pleasure. She wraps her legs around your waist, pulling you in deeper, trying to **** you into her womb again.

"I am yours, My King, My Master," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "Use me until you are satisfied. My body is only for your satisfaction. Seed my womb as you please."

"I plan to do just that," you say as the haze of lust invade your consciousness. You begin to pound into her, the rhythm feral and uncontrolled. The sheets behind her rustle as you move her against the wall, slamming into her womb over and over again. She cries out your name with every deep thrust. You feel your climax building, ready to burst, ready to sow your seed in the womb of your willing partner.

You thrust one last time, deep and hard, hitting the bottom of her womb. A groan escapes from your throat as your body convulses, and your burning seed erupts into her.Alicia's own climax hits simultaneously. Her body tightens around your cock, milking your final spasms as she screams your name. Her hips buck violently, pushing against you as the pleasure overtakes her.

You hold her tightly, your muscles shaking from the intensity of the orgasm. You are fully spent, leaning your weight into her, your breath ragged as you bury your face in her neck, breathing in the scent of her sweat and the overwhelming musk of sex.

When the tremors subside, you slowly pull out of her. You look down at the evidence of your violation. Alicia is dazed, her eyes half-lidded, a look of utter devotion and satiety on her face. She reaches out and gently strokes your cheek. "Thank you, Master," she murmurs.