The sterile hum of the breeding clinic faded as Mistress Mara escorted Son through the reinforced doors of the local academy. At twenty-two, Son stood six-foot-two with taut muscle under pale skin, his genetically engineered form radiating purpose. He followed three laws without question: obey his mistress, please his quarry, and breed his quarry. Mara, sharp-eyed and commanding in her tailored coat, addressed the class of young women. "Today, ladies, we demonstrate why men like Son exist in our world of scarcity. He is virile, designed for your pleasure and fertility. His musk? Intoxicating, especially if you're cycling. But remember, he serves only under command."
Katie, nineteen, slim with dark hair framing a determined face, raised her hand. "I'll volunteer. I'm safe for a week." Her voice carried steady confidence, not nerves. Mara nodded approvingly. "Kneel and reveal him." Katie approached, her fingers deft as she freed Son's manhood. The moment Mara declared Katie his quarry, he hardened instantly, eight inches long and three wide, balls heavy with engineered potency. The class gasped at the sheer masculine display. Katie inhaled his musk and felt heat flood her core, her pussy growing wet and dripping with sudden arousal.
"Women rarely handle this now," Mara lectured with a wry smile. "But observe the technique." She guided Katie's hand into slow strokes along Son's thick cock. Katie's grip tightened, witty banter escaping her lips. "He's like a loaded weapon—does he always respond this fast, Mistress?" Mara chuckled. "Only when the quarry is worthy. Keep the rhythm; he's built for endurance, not haste." Son remained still, his breathing deepening as Katie worked him, her slim body leaning in with focused strength.
Unnoticed, Mara unbuttoned Katie's blouse and released her bra, exposing full breasts. Son's cock twitched violently, nearly jerking from Katie's hands and grazing her cheek. On instinct, Katie enveloped the massive head with her mouth, all she could fit, tongue swirling. "That's it—support her motion," Mara instructed, her hand lightly guiding Katie's head in bobs. The class watched, enraptured, as Katie's lips stretched around him, her own horniness evident in panting breaths and the wet sounds filling the room.
Even Son's restraint faltered under the building pressure. Mara sensed it and pulled Katie back just as his balls clenched. "Release," she commanded. Thick ropes of cum erupted across Katie's face, breasts, and even splashed the wall ten feet away. Katie stared agog, enraptured by the hot, sticky load, her fingers tracing the dripping strands. "Impressive volume," she quipped, voice husky but strong. "Designed for maximum impact."
"Please the quarry," Mara ordered. Son knelt, his skilled mouth and hands exploring Katie's body with gentle precision. He licked her wet pussy, fingers circling her clit until she came hard, thighs clamping around him in powerful release. A second orgasm followed swiftly, her body arching as she moaned, "More—damn, he's good at this." Her strong hands gripped his shoulders, refusing submission even in ecstasy.
"Breed the quarry," Mara said. Son lifted Katie effortlessly, penetrating her dripping pussy in one thrust. He held her in varied positions—standing, against the desk—manipulating her willing form like she weighed nothing. Mara narrated clinically yet wittily: "See how his cock fills her, stimulating every nerve while his musk heightens her fertility response. She's not passive; she's claiming this breeding." Katie gasped witty retorts between thrusts: "He's hitting spots textbooks never mentioned—keep going, stud."
Two more orgasms rocked Katie, her body wilting yet resilient. At Mara's nod, Son folded her into a mating press, his giant scrotum contracting as he pulsed seed deep into her wanting womb. Her arms and legs wrapped tight around him, moaning in ecstasy. He stayed inside, rolling over to hold her close while Mara explained aftercare: hydration, monitoring, the bond of engineered fertility.
Katie's eyes met Son's with lingering fire, hinting at chapters yet unwritten.
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