Sarin Breeding

[02:53] Hart (omen.zero) did not noticed Parils accident, though as he sat down at his desk he would get a little more comfortable, the man pressing the button on his desk to lower the shutters and seal the door. "Pretty nifty, hey? Fully sealed now, no noise gets in our out. No recordings in here either. In fact theres a jammer." he stated. When Sarin spoke of the side effects he would nod "So, no loss of control? No aggression? No need for a guard to stand by? Good to know. If something comes up, let me know. I'll want to stay on top of that situation." he offered a grin. "Oh, you see that woman out there? Thats Leeda. I didn't name any names, but I mentioned having a contact for her old padawan. She expressed great interest in setting up a meeting. If your master wishes, let me know and i'll play middle man."
[02:57] Sarin Trescor gave a nod and looked over the list from her datapad and chewed her lower lips as the place sealed up. “Hhmm really?  Might have to test how sound proof it is,” suggested the woman, a single brow lifting and her smile forming a half quirk. “I am ovulating after all.”  She put bluntly and went back to topic. “I think the only aggressive ones might be the sexual ones… nymphoism was one of the side effects.  Of the mental ones, hearing voices, hallucinating.  I didn’t read anything about violence so hopefully it should be ok.  Uh… I have only had three trials so a bit on the fence if I should continue or not as it brings a nice little grant to the MMC.”
[03:04] Hart (omen.zero) slowly raised an eyebrow as she spoke of testing how soundproof the room is. He would look forward and give her an appraising look up and down, the man licking his lips. "Ovulating you say?" he questioned, his tone dropping dramatically to a much darker one. "You've changed your mind this quickly? Well look at you. Who cares about a damned trial, why are you still clothed and sitting over there?" he demanded. "Disrobe and slide into my lap." It was a bark of a command, the mans friendly demeanour gone in a heartbeat. "Lets fill that pretty little sephi-cunt of yours and try to breed you."
[03:07] Sarin Trescor kept that half smile quirked upon her lips as she stood up.  The stethoscope was left on the chair and she pushed off her coat.  Walking towards him, the woman started to push down the body suit, her still full breasts swaying with movements.  Pausing only a moment, she bent at the waist to push it down further, leaving her heels on for now as she moved to straddle her naked form against his lap.  “I gave you word that you would claim this womb.”  Crooned the woman as her fingers slipped through his hair and lips moved to brush along his ear, teeth gently grazing the soft flesh.
[03:13] Hart (omen.zero) watched closely as Sarin stood and pulled down the top half of her body suit, the man leaning back in his chair and spreading his legs as she pent over and exposed herself fully. His hand would move to his pants and unzip himself, the man, pulling out his length from its confines, and stroking over it to get it up and ready, as she straddled over his lap. Her words caused his cock to throb , and as she kissed him he returned it. His right hand slid over her waist,  gripping the flesh tightly. "I want to fuck and breed you, Sume." he growled out as the kiss was broken. "Let me hear the real you." His demand was clear and his hand around his cock would press the tip against her entrance, a roll of hips upwards running the tip against her slit. "Then, get to riding. I want to watch you bounce."
[03:19] Sarin Trescor made a soft moan at the grip and wriggled slightly.  Reaching up, she brushed her fingers over the voice modifier until she found the hidden buttons and turned it off.  “Mmm I want you to fuck me and I want to carry your legacy,” she purred in those musical tones of hers.  They were siren sweet, lulling, and to some, entrancing.  A light moan left her lips when he teased that dome of his head against her and she shift her hips.  Biting her lower lip, she started to ease herself down until the head popped past that tight ring of her sex, making her gasp out.  In one swift move she went to impale herself, those lips of hers spreading around the base of his shaft.  Leaning back until her palms were on the desk, fingers curling, the sephi started to rise and fall, a bit more force in the impalement to the point of making that thick flesh hitting flesh sound and her breast to bounce almost violently.  Blue eyes closing, her head rolled back as her voice carried those sensual moans into the office.
[03:31] Hart (omen.zero) growled out darkly as she spoke with her true voice, and this only increased when she purred out those filthy words. "You will, Sume. You will." his words were dark and oh so self-assured, as if there was no other possibility. As she pushed herself down upon him he groaned out as he stretched that tight ring, the man watching with lust in his eyes as she started to bounce upon and down ontop of him. His right hand removed itself from his length and moved to grab at her breasts as they bounced, his left helping guide her by gripping her hip as she worked his length. "Shame there are no cameras in here." he growled. "I'm sure I could re-watch this position for hours." Only at this point now would be begin to thrust back, his own hips rolling to meet her, the man on the balls of his feet to get better leverage as he made her work his cock even harder.
[03:35] Sarin Trescor let out a whimper as his hand gripped her breast, the flesh plushing out between his fingers as her perk and round ass dropped into his lap, over and over again.  Eyes fluttering and glossy lips moving with each deep thrust, did those plush pillows spill the sweetest and exotic cries like water, smooth and constant.  Those tight walls of hers gripped his length, molding around the girth of him, pulsing and contracting as her body worked him.  Her stomach muscles dipped and finger tips went white as she kept a hold on the desk.  “Mmmm maybe next time we’ll set one up, just for this?”  Moaned the woman as she got into a steady rhythm upon him.  "Mmmmfff kriff, Hart..."
[03:42] Hart (omen.zero) took in the sight of her, her body rolling and bouncing in his lap, his cock being worshiped by every fold of her sopping cunt. His hips thrusted and rolled against her own as she tried to milk his cock, her whimpered moans only driving him on. His hand on her breast would slide down to her hips, one on either side now as he gripped tightly. "You. Filthy. Whore." he growled out, as nails dig into her exposed hips and dragged her down onto his cock again and again. "You want to watch yourself be bred and mounted. We can do that." Faster and faster he thrusted, his cock already pulsing within her. Perhaps the man would not last long today. "I will make you take my seed every damn day. This office is going to reek of your hungry cunt."
[03:48] Sarin Trescor parted her knees a bit more, as much as she could on the chair as her feet hooked under the lip of the seat.  The way her body was angled back and hips wide, there was a bit of distention to her lower abdominals each time he went full hilt into her body.  She did look down from time to time to watch his glistening shaft split her sex and fill out her body around him.  It made her eyes roll back in pleasure and sounds to pick up, more so when he started to move faster into her.  The sharp slap of his lap against her ass got louder and faster, matching her cries that started to rise in pitch and tone. “Mmmmfff yes, a lovely aroma it would be,” she whimpered and slammed her hips down hard against his, screaming out as she came hard around him.  Those tight walls cinching his cock and walls greedily milking every inch of him as her body writhed atop of him.
[03:53] Hart (omen.zero) drank in every last sight of her. The smell of her needy hungry cunt, primed to be bred, her bouncing breasts, her distended stomach as he filled her time and time again. The slapping noises of their bodies joining together. It was all so much. A perfect storm of noises and lust. He gripped tighter with his nails, a wordless snarl leaving his lips as he yanked and dragged her down on his cock. HIs thrusting up frantic as the tell tale signs of climax approached. "I. Will. Claim. This. Womb." he snarled between thrusts. His cock pulsed and quivvered inside that milking cunt and before long his thrusts became almost violent, sporadic, and an almost howl of a groan left his lips. His cock quaked within her and in a handful of pulsing spasms his seed shot from his tip. Hot ropey strands of cum splattering deep inside the caramel coloured girl, as he attempted to breed the pretty sephi.
[03:58] Sarin Trescor opened her eyes wide as she felt the sudden heat and heaviness deep within her core.  It made her lips quiver and shaky moans leave her lips.  Her hips rolled against him, grinding her swollen clit against the base of his shaft as she worked to milk every last drop from the man as her own orgasm was ebbing.  “Mmmfff claim… this womb…”  She whispered before falling back on her elbows on the desk.  It was quick and dirty, but that was all that was needed for breeding.  “Oh kriff me…”  The woman uttered and tried to catch her breath.  Every bit of her was trembling and breasts that were now risen in presentation were quacking rise and falling as panting whimpers left her lips.
[04:03] Hart (omen.zero) leant back in his chair, his own panting heavy as he tried to catch his breath. When she uttered about griffing he would lean forward, the man pressing his lips to her exposed stomach before he shifted forward properly. His hands on her hips wrapping around her back and tugging her into a more comfortable position foward and in his lap properly. He pressed his lips to hers in a quick and fiery kiss "I already did.  And claimed you too." he growled. "But, these things rarely happen on the first try. How terrible life will be, needing to breed you again and again until it sticks." his voice was a dark croon as he said this, and when he was done he would rub his nose against her own as she had done to him so many times in the past few months. "Soon that womb will be mine, Sume."
[04:06] Sarin Trescor moved forward, her arms slipping around the back of his neck, fingers dancing over the tips of his dark hair.  “Mmmfff… indeed you have,” came the soft whisper once their lips parted.  Nose brushing over his, the sephi smiled at this and moved a hand around to brush her fingertips affectionately along his jawline before letting out a content sigh.  “You children will be beautiful, talented, and witty and yes.”  Her voice went faux pouty. “Having to have you pump me full of seed other times, such a horrible and demanding thing.”  Came playful tones as her body just seemed to snuggle and mold against his own while coming down from the high.