He opened the door swiftly, as if he lived there. The door clicked shut behind him, and Amber stood waiting in a simple bathrobe, her posture expectant. With deliberate slowness, she untied the sash, letting the fabric whisper to the floor.
There she was: short frame carrying a plush, inviting softness, not the harsh lines of excess, but a lush eroticism that begged to be reshaped. Her curves spoke of lazy afternoons with snacks piled high, yet they promised fertility, hips wide and thighs substantial, the kind built for bearing and pleasure.
Her face mirrored that gentle roundness, cheeks flushed under his gaze. In time, he would leave her in Luna's care, letting skilled hands sculpt away the excess, forging muscle from baby fat. Amber was no fleeting thrill; she was an investment, one that would yield dividends in toned legs wrapping around him, an ass firm under his grip. Running trails, targeted exercises, they would carve her into perfection, her body a canvas for his desires. Later, he would have her running drills for shield warrior training, and when the moment ripened, breeding would seal it all, her womb quickening under his command.
Those plans flickered through his mind as he closed the distance, scooping her up effortlessly. She melted against him, light and pliant, her breath hitching. He carried her to the bedroom, the air thick with anticipation, and set her down to retrieve his bag. "Are you on the morning-after pill?" he asked, eyes locking on hers.
"Yes, Sir," she answered from the bed, rolling onto her back and parting her legs in silent offering, her folds already glistening with need.
"Good. Keep taking them until I say otherwise. I'll decide when to breed you." The words hung heavy, a promise that sent a shiver through her. He selected the massage oils, setting aside the lotions for later indulgences.
"Lie on your stomach, Amber. I'm starting with your back." Today, he would elevate it beyond routine, make her crave every touch, every press. She complied, prone and exposed, skin prickling in the cool air. He straddled her hips, the weight of him pinning her gently as he poured oil in a slow rivulet down her spine. His palms followed, gliding over smooth skin making it slick with warming oils.
Tension ebbed from her with each stroke of his hand, smoothing out the muscles, Sweeping Gliding strokes down her back from her shoulders going down on each side of her back. His memory keyed to remember every knot, stressed or sore muscles. Her sighs growing deeper as he targeted the tight bands along her shoulders, hands moving over them repeatedly before dragging over them with his slick palms, Kneading into them.
Each time his soothing hands smoothed down her back from the shoulders down on both sides of her back relieving tension she never knew she had. Kneading her muscles first to loosen her muscles. His thumb digging into her knots after rubbing them out. Her pain and pleasure mixed as he thought he might need to gag his next recipient's or get used to the erotic cries. Alex repeated the process finding muscle needing to be pressed.
She moaned openly, without control as he applied pressure to the knots. Rubbing circles around them before pressing them creating cries from Amber's wet lips. Pain running down her back. The lengthy process of smoothing her shoulders down her back finding areas needing attention finished. Relief washed over her features, visible in the softening of her limbs; he could sense it, the way her body yielded.
Having not missed a spot he placed fast taps vibrating her back while hitting her with cupped hands her sweat soaked back helping create the friction needed to pull muscles with suction using his palms while vibrating areas over her back with precision hits over every area he fixed helping blood flow, promoting healing and loosening up the bodies tissues. Her non-stop moans proof that Porter work might demand grit, but moments like this were pure reward, his hands unlocking secrets in her flesh.
After soothing her back the way he did at the start before he got playful. He worked lower, fingers splaying across the swell of her ass, squeezing the plush cheeks before trailing to her calves. "How's that feel?" he murmured, voice low as he began the ascent to her thighs.
"Very good, Master," she moaned, the sound raw and needy, her hips shifting subtly under him. His grip on her calves was thorough, rolling the muscles until they relaxed, then upward to those thick thighs. He dug in, not bruising but insistent, fingers pressing into the yielding fat, parting it to reach deeper.
Oil gleamed on her skin, and there, unmistakable, her arousal betrayed her: slick juices trailing from her swollen pussy, dripping down her inner thighs to darken the sheets. The scent of her readiness filled the room, musky and intoxicating. This rabbit was primed, her body aching to be devoured, every quiver hinting at the feasts yet to come. What hidden depths would she reveal under his relentless attention?
Alex eased off her body, his eyes locked on Amber's flushed form. Slowly, he stripped for her, peeling away his shirt to reveal the taut muscles of his chest, then shoving down his pants to free his hardening cock. The air between them thickened with anticipation. With a simple gesture, he motioned for her to roll onto her back, her soft curves yielding to his command.
He reached for the bottle of oil nearby, its slick promise gleaming under the dim light. Climbing over her, Alex captured her nipples between his fingers, tugging them firmly before lowering his mouth to lavish attention on one, then the other. His tongue circled the hardening peaks, drawing them into stiff, reddening swells that begged for more.
Positioning himself, he aligned his thick cock with her slick pussy and pushed inside, her tight walls enveloping him like a velvet glove. Amber shuddered beneath him, waves of mini orgasms rippling through her as he held still, his mouth alternating between her breasts. He sucked harder, watching her nipples bloom into swollen, sensitive buds under his relentless assault.
Finally, he began to move with deliberate gentleness, his hips rolling in a slow rhythm that matched the tender licks and kisses he trailed across her skin. Amber's moans filled the room, unbroken and raw, as he made love to her body. His lips wandered to her neck, nipping softly, then to her ears, where his tongue delved deep, swirling inside one after the other. All the while, his cock thrust steadily into her pussy, never faltering, driving her toward ecstasy.
Their mouths met in a heated kiss, but Amber could barely respond, lost in the haze of pleasure. Her silky tightness clenched around him repeatedly, her body surrendering to endless climaxes that soaked his shaft. Alex glanced down at her chubby frame, glistening with sweat, her abused nipples throbbing, her neck marked with trails of his saliva, her ears shining wetly. This tender prey was primed, and hunger stirred in him.
With a swift roll, he flipped them so she straddled him, her weight settling deliciously. "Ride me, Amber," he commanded, his voice low and insistent.
She rose unsteadily, murmuring something lost in the fog of her arousal, and began to rock her hips. Alex savored the view of her chest rising and falling along with her bouncing breasts. Grabbing the oil, he coated his fingers generously, then slid his hand to her ass, circling her tight anus with teasing strokes. She relaxed under his touch, opening for him like a flower unfolding.
One finger slipped deep into her ass, then another from his other hand joined, pulling her apart, stretching her with careful pressure. Her moans escalated into cries, her pussy flooding over his cock in response. He felt his release building but held back, finger-fucking her ass while prying her wider, exposing her most intimate depths.
"I'm cumming," he growled, his cock pulsing as ropes of hot seed erupted inside her. She milked him greedily, even as she faltered in her movements. As the last spasms faded, Alex withdrew his fingers and pressed them to her lips. "Taste yourself."
She parted her mouth, sucking the wet fingers clean with submissive obedience, her tongue swirling around the musky flavor. "Now clean my cock," he instructed, guiding her down. "So we can cuddle for a while."
He watched her with satisfaction, her compliance stirring thoughts of sharing her later. She licked and sucked his spent cock diligently, lapping up their mingled juices until he was spotless. Only then did he pull her into his arms, feeding her bites from the two meals Luna had prepared, their flavors mingling with the aftertaste of their passion. She returned the favor, her hands trembling slightly as she offered him food, nestled against his chest.
But rest was fleeting. Alex retrieved a ball gag and a sturdy paddle from his bag, his eyes darkening with intent. "Ready for some real fun, Slave?"
"Yes, Master," she whispered, her voice breathy with eagerness.