I, the slave boy, awaken with the most potent seed!!

Chapter 150: Bonus chapter (Magic castle)

Zafron descended the stairs slowly, his pants the only garment clinging to his body. He could still feel the faint traces of sweat cooling on his skin as he reached the bottom. The house was quiet, save for the soft clinking of dishes from the kitchen.

As he approached the kitchen, he saw Mara standing at the sink, her back to him. She was finishing up the last of the dishes, wiping the counter with a practiced efficiency. The sight of her, absorbed in her task, was a comforting one.

Mara turned as she heard Zafron's footsteps, her eyes widening slightly when she took in his disheveled appearance. "Zafron," she said, a note of surprise in her voice. "Didn't expect you to be up and about. Shouldn't you be resting?" She asked while her mind ventured straight to the enforcers that came visiting and the rumours she had overheard outside.

Zafron gave a wry smile, leaning casually against the doorframe. "Perhaps you should be asking the ones who treated me last night. They might have more insight into that."

Mara arched an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but not entirely convinced. "I don't have an answer to that, but I can see you're recovering well... well enough to handle 'some work' upstairs with Matilda."

Zafron's lips curved into a knowing grin. "Indeed. And what are you up to down here?"

Mara shrugged, turning back to the sink to rinse off the last of the dishes. "Just trying to round up everything before heading upstairs myself. Didn't want to disturb you both."

She paused, her gaze lingering on him with a hint of mischief. "But now that you're here..."

Zafron's smile widened as he took a step closer. "Yes?"

Mara finished drying her hands and looked up at him with a playful glint in her eyes. "Now that you're here, I suppose there's no harm in letting me join the party upstairs, is there?"

"Now its my turn," Mara stated somewhat clinically as if they had been casually playing a board game. Not that his safety didn't matter enough that she'd toss it aside in a heartbeat but if Matilda could as much get a good pounding on a day she expected they should all allow the man in the house to rest, then she could go lower than that.

And while there was no existing beef or say, bad blood between her and Matilda, it would be naive and foolish to say that she was completely alright with being left out of the fun. She had been overhearing them all the way downstairs and just could have easily gone up to interrupt them but she decided against it. Her time would come and she had that time set out for when the sun was out.

Night was the best time for her. However, since the opportunity just walked downstairs in the form of a half naked, handsome man, she had no choice but to scratch that itch of hers in form of her lust.

Zafron was still rooted to the spot, his mind racing, a flash of impure thought picturing himself entering her presumptively tight pussy. In an instant, his lizard brain took over. He stepped behind her. He could see the curve of her ass cheeks peeking out from her shorts.

Zafron slid his right hand up the back of her thigh, brushing her hamstring, caressing the curve of her butt cheek, extending his thumb, drawing it gently over her rear-facing pussy lips. He felt a only a light fuzz of pubic hair.

With the palm of his hand firmly planted on her ass, he motioned his thumb up and down, brushing her lips then slightly parting her labia, suddenly feeling a warm flush of dampness at the entrance to her pussy.

She was wet the entire time overhearing him pound Matilda and how she responded in the most unhinged and unabashed manner. Now she wanted some of that dick treatment too. And unlike the typical somewhat shy Mara, she was comfortable now with Zafron and wasn't afraid to speak up, or at least show that she wanted him.

Mara widened her stance slightly causing her pussy lips to part more, inviting Zafron to continue touching her. Using his left hand, Zafron pulled the crotch of her pajama shorts to the side, revealing the dark folds of her cunt lips, glistening and inviting, then extended his right index finger and began to pZafrone the entrance to her pussy.

The opening was already slippery and his finger easily slid in up to the second knuckle. He worked his finger back and forth, a soft moan escaping Mara's lips.

Feeling emboldened, Zafron took two fingers, as if forming a salute, and gently slid them into Mara's now sopping wet entrance of her vagina. He plunged them deep, then paused, working them in a slight circular motion. Mara gasped, her head dropping to her arms on the counter, her ass pushing back against his hand. This was a clear sign that whatever he was doing, he was doing it right.

Zafron sped up his actions, rhythmically thrusting his two fingers in and out, now soaked with her pussy juices. He waved his hands inside her like an aircraft marshaller.

His cock strained against the confines of his shorts, a feeling of dampness from the pre-cum oozing from his member.

Mara reached back and grasped his wrist pushing his arm back. Zafron froze suddenly aware that maybe he had misinterpreted her wishes.

"Fuck me!" was all Mara said. Well, damn, okay!

Zafron did not need a second invitation. He hooked his fingers into the tops of her shorts and drew them down, over the soft mounds of her ass cheeks, revealing her panties markings on her delicate skin. He continued to pull downwards, the crotch peeling back from her damp pussy, and over the long lines of her legs, reaching the floor. Mara stepped out of the shorts.

On his knees, his face mere inches away from the tantalizing view of her moist entrance, Zafron grasped the tops of her thighs in each hand before burying his face in her cunt. His tongue made powerful strokes, carving a path through her outer lips, tasting the her juices. His nose was buried in her tight asshole.

Zafron inhaled deeply, drawing in her scent as he sucked her sopping wet pussy with his tongue.

Zafron could feel her juices mixed with his saliva running down his chin. He shaped his tongue and thrust it deeply into her pussy, pulling her body back into his face...."Haaahhh!!!"

Mara emitted encouraging noises as Zafron lost himself, mashing his face into her backside, seeking the deepest reaches of her vagina with his tongue.

"I want you inside me," Mara commanded.

Zafron got to his feet and eagerly pulled the waistband of his shorts down to free his throbbing erection. His penis sprang to attention, jutting upwards pointing directly to her moist vagina, a rock-hard compass needle pointing to the magnetic north of her pussy, target locked.

He wiped her juices from his face, then guided the head of his cock towards the entrance of her pussy lips.

*Author's note*

Big, big, big!! Thanks to DirtyDrew for the magic castle gift!

As promised, the mass release has begun!!