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stoically, proud to be on display.
She felt ever inch of his cock in her, moving back and forth. Because of the angle,
her clitoris wasn t being stimulated and she resisted the desire to touch herself. She was
a slave, her feelings didn t matter.
In just a few moments, Rydah released his seed. Jenya cried with joy as his essence
filled her.
She waited, bent over, while her master held tight against her. The other two slave
girls left, yet Rydah remained inside her. She knew this would better plant his seed
within her and she thrilled at the spectacle they made. Finally, he pulled away and
refastened his clothing.
Straightening up, Jenya turned to see Lyrda suddenly avert her eyes, embarrassed
to be caught staring. The corner of Jenya s mouth turned up as she followed her master
out of the market, their mingled juices dripping down her legs. Her joy at being taken
by her master in public was tempered by the wasted seed. She would have preferred to
lie on her back until his seed had a chance to impregnate her.
* * * * *
Back home, she began sorting out the food, trying to find the best places for
everything. She asked her master if he wanted her to put things in a certain order and
he just waved his hand.  Put them wherever you want, Jenya you ll be making the
meals.
His words pleased her her presence seemed welcomed. She knew some breeders
had been sent back to the pens for various reasons and they endured great shame
whenever it happened.
Jenya didn t want Lord Rydah to reject her. She considered herself fortunate to have
been selected by him. She carefully washed herself, for she knew masters wanted their
slaves to be clean and sweet-smelling. Her breeding passage ached a little, a dull pain
that she bore proudly. She was fulfilling her duty. She wanted to rub her clit to bring an
end to the tension she felt, yet she did not. She would wait for her master s touch.
They had an excellent meal that night. As part of her training, Jenya knew how to
cook many delicious dishes, using whatever ingredients the master might prefer. Her
lord had no unusual tastes, so it was easy for her to cook. She used the small oven
outside, next to the fountain.
He complimented her on her dishes as she hovered nearby, ready to refill his wine
or bring him more food. Slaves, of course, didn t eat with their masters unless
specifically invited. She would eat in the kitchen later, after he had been taken care of
and the table cleared.
After dinner, he relaxed on the couch, his belly full. She sat at his feet, savoring his
touch upon her arm and shoulder.
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She wanted to feel his touch all over her body. She wanted to break through his cool
exterior, to hear his praise of her behavior so far. She remembered last night, when he
took her into his bed. She had been frightened, but he made her feel at ease. When he
bred with her, it felt so right, no matter where they were. She couldn t wait to do it
again.
Did he feel the same way? What did he think of his new slave?
After another hura, Rydah rose and stretched.  It s getting late, slave. Let s go to
bed.
She stood and nodded, her head down.  I can make up a bed on the couch, if that
pleases m lord. She waited breathlessly for his answer.
 I know I forgot to get a cot this sun. And this couch will hurt your back. Why don t
you sleep with me again tonight? I want to breed again, anyway.
He said it so casually he didn t seem to notice the effect it had on Jenya. Her chest
swelled with pride, and her pussy became damp. Her knees grew weak.  Y-yes,
master.
She followed him up the stairs, her chain jingling along with her nerves. Rydah
stepped aside at the head of the stairs and Jenya took her cue. She slipped past him and
lay on the bed.
Jenya felt more at ease this time as she spread herself for her master. When he lay
between her legs, she sensed he was more comfortable as well. Their arms encircled
each other, naturally, as if they had been breeding for many moons. She felt his hard
cock on her stomach as he nuzzled her neck and brushed his fingers over her erect
nipples.
Jenya, her knees raised, waited impatiently for her owner to fill her. After just one
sun, she found she needed him inside her. Her training hadn t prepared her for all the
emotions she felt. They taught her how to accept her duty, how to serve her master, yes.
But she longed for acceptance, for an emotional link between them. Certainly, Rydah
was a decent man, a good Lord. He treated her well, so far. Yet her heart wanted more
recognition, more feedback. Did it dare even ask for love?
Finally, he moved down to align his cock with her hot, wet pussy. It went in
smoothly, as if it was meant to be there. She sucked in her breath and lay her head back
on the pillow. Her hands rested gently on his biceps.
He began to thrust. Jenya marveled at his quiet power. She watched his face as he
watched hers. Their eyes carried on an entire conversation. Hers told him how happy
she was to be here and his eyes let her know he d made the right choice, all those rynes
ago.
Already, she was becoming used to the size of his cock, the way he thrust himself
into her, that expectant expression on his face. She wanted his child badly. She hoped
she would be a productive breeder for him. When he emptied himself into her, she cried
with joy and release.
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Lord of Avalon
Chapter Six
Her master fell at once into a deep sleep. Jenya was too keyed up with emotions to
slumber, yet she didn t want to rise and risk awakening her lord. She stared at the
ceiling in the dim light from the moon and let her mind drift back to the moment when
she knew Rydah would be her master. It was during her very first Inspection&
Jenya stood with the other chosen girls, feeling like a baby compared to them. They had
breasts! And hair  down there ! Still, she was proud. She had been chosen for Inspection! Out of
forty girls, only eleven had been selected for this honor. Jenya couldn t believe that a Damon had
expressed interest in her on her very first time on Display.
She noticed that the other girls looked at her strangely, like they couldn t believe it either.
Especially the older ones, the thirteen-ryne-olds. They had gone on Selection many times, only to
be rejected each time until this sun. Seeing her, a little wisp of a girl, chosen right away had to be
what made their eyes burn with jealousy.
Jenya couldn t help but stand a little taller. She wished she had breasts she could thrust out,
like the others. She could only hope that the Damon would recognize her potential as a breeder.
She waited to be called.
One at a time, the girls were escorted into a private chamber to meet with the mysterious
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