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I was fighting now, her spasming pas
sage so tight that at times it seemed it might almost force me out. I would not let that happen; the male animal part of me was quite determined complete this mating in the proper manner.

I grabbed her shoulders, and held he
r close and tight, feeling her breath on my ear as she moaned, tasting the sweat on her skin.

I
thrust harder, deeper than before, and began to shake as my climax hit.

I felt the first pulse as a pressure
building in my loins, then an ecstatic fire coursing up my member. Her moans had been growing more soft, but as she felt me throb inside her she made a loud noise, and I swear I saw her smile…

Gods,
I thought as the pleasure-spasms wracked my body,
it’s as if she craves my very seed!

With each spurt inside her, my head jer
ked slightly, muscles jerking down the length of my body, the climax overwhelming me.

One, two, three spurts… M
y entire body working for only one purpose: to fill her with my seed.

I could feel the increased moistnes
s as I added my male essence to her fluids, and I kept emptying myself, shaking, panting.

Four heavy spurts, five, six,
the ecstasy unbearable as my member pulsed and spat again and again … Until the seed overflowed and began to run out of her, and I felt it warm and sticky on my ball-sac as it ran out of her to puddle on the silken cushion under her fine posterior.

When it was done, I lay there inside
her for some time, as if in a stupor.

Only after a time did I
become aware that she was softly stroking my cheek, and smiling up at me.

She let out a disappointed sigh as I
pulled my flesh from hers, my maleness disengaging from her sheath with a soft, wet sound. We were both soaked in sweat, the smell of our mixed fluids pungent in the air.

She was still smiling. I kissed her sof
tly twice, once on her luscious lips, and once on the forehead.

Azu
l soon brought moist cloths and a rams-bladder filled with warm water.

I think
he was startled when I insisted on cleaning her, inside and out, myself.

She sighed as wiped her soft flesh and cleaned her outside with the cooling cloths.

But, when I moved to rinse out her feminine depths with the water-bladder, she shook her head vigorously, her lips moving in whispers, pleading with me not to do so.

So he wanted my seed to stay in her womb?

I nodded and relented, leaving her be “down there.”

Afterwards, as she settled into sleep,
I left her, retiring to my own bedchamber with a feeling of sadness. Some part of me would not have minded spending the night with her in that cell …

It would have been undignified for the Lord of the house, I knew, but I still wished I had stayed.

#

One night, a few weeks later, she sang to me.

After an intense session of pleasure with her, we had collapsed onto the cushions, still soaked in sweat. My copious seed still dripped from her.

I had used her well
, yet tenderly as I had become accustomed. And in exchange for my two spewings inside her, I had given her innumerable moments of climactic ecstasy, wonderful to me, seeing her shake and moan and smile softly just after each …

I did not get up to clean myself or her, yet she didn't seem to mind.

She lay with her back to my chest, breathing softly. One of my arms was draped over her breasts, and she clasped my wrist tightly with her dainty hand.

She made a small noise, like a whi
spered hum, and she started to sing.

It should have startled me; after all, she had rarely even spoke
n before. But I felt so at peace with her, the flood of moonlight soothing our souls, and her singing seemed like something I had longed for, the missing element I did not know was needed.

The words were Knellian, mostly unknown to me.

But the rhythm, her emotion carried them… The song turned from happy and light to somber, the melody becoming discordant then harmonious again… and certain words were repeated, savored, then the song moved on… Atrellus, Gnorlleian, Reni …

Names,
I suddenly realized.
They were names!

I
had seen Imperial lineage lists, of course; I was keeper of my own family's records, sketchy though they were, since the Brillean conflict had destroyed our records at Korsus.

I wondered; was this
something similar? Certain words of the song, repeated with the names, must mean married, begat… The entire song was a lineage list! How many generations, fifteen, twenty? If it was like the Imperial lists, it must be going forward in time…

Cathissa,
she sang softly, then words of joy, an etheric melody.

Then, after a minute, her voice brok
e for the first and only time, and the song turned dark, her voice more low and rumbling than I could have imagined. I felt her clutch my arm even more tightly, and she seemed to shake.

The melody lifted slightly again, stil
l the song centered on someone called Cathissa, and now another name, at first unrecognized in her lilting song, but then… I realized...

It was MY name. This part of the song was about HER l
ife.

SHE was Cathissa
!

"
Cathissa, " I said softly. "Your name is
Cathissa."
             

She nodded.

She sung on still, another verse, a repetition of the last, perhaps? Her name, then my name, and another word…
Padri? Poduri?
Something in Knellian that I didn’t understand.

The song ended abruptly. She released my hand, and rolled to face me.

Her face was streaked with tears, her lips quivering. I kissed her gently.

I couldn't say what I wanted to the
n. What I felt. I was much too afraid. I gazed into those wet eyes, stared at those quivering lips, and she reached out and stroked my forehead as if I were the one needing comforting.

"
Cathissa," I told her. "I will always take care of you. I swear to keep you safe."

She nodded again, but her lips stopp
ed quivering and there was the trace of a smile. Then, for the first time, she leaned close and softly kissed ME.

After the kiss, I asked her, “Who is Poduri? Love, is there something else you want me to know?”

She seemed to get my meaning. She took my hand, and guided it down to her rounded belly.

“Poduri,” she whispered. “Yours… Poduri. Yes?”

“You mean …?” I was startled by what she was suggesting. But I’d always heard some women could
know
such things very early with certainty. “Poduri is…
baby?”
I asked.

“Yes,” she whispered, choking up again… But smiling, sobbing in joy.
“Bay-a-bee.
Yours, Master.”

#

That night, I slept in her cell at her side. Azul commented on it later, and I told him I'd had too much drink and had expired after enjoying my slave.

I couldn't let my servant, or an
yone, know the truth, not yet:  that the pleasure slave Cathissa had sung a song of generations, and stolen my heart just as she had taken my seed.

It would take some doing, but I would ask favors… I would see her raised in status and make her my concubine, so that our child could be recognized as my own.

And then, I would always be able to take care of them both.

THE END