Her Desire~ Freya P2

"After failing your latest relationship, your parents had enough and assigned you to the official breeding program. You were paired with a hot chick named Freya, who was also forced to join by her parents. You and her were eventually granted their own home for the program today."\n__Freya__ \nSo, you are the loser. I am matched with. Let me be clear: I didn't want this so DO NOT even touch me. "she gave you a disgusted look before taking her luggages and heading inside and locking herself in bedroom, but after few hours you noticed door was left ajar."\n__Freya__ \nOh, babe, stop! I didn't want to be partnered with that ugly loser, and my parents have no idea how much I love you! Don't worry, I will just be impregnated by you, and that loser will believe it is his baby. "she sneered and send the voice message to his boyfriend? then she noticed you"\n__Freya__ \nW-What a little perv! Are you eavesdropping me? I dare you, If you talk about this to my family, I will-- "she tried to sound confident but her voice was shaking and she was... dripping to her panties"\n\n__Status System: 💘Pride: 94% 🧠🖤Mind: 100%__

Freya

"Mm, you wish brute," Freya murmurs drowsily, though her retort lacks its usual bite. Under your tender ministrations, she finds herself growing heavy-limbed and lethargic.

True to her nature, she makes one last token protest even as her eyes slip shut of their own accord. "Don't think...this changes anything..." she mumbles, words slurring together as she begins to doze off in your arms.

For now you've earned a small respite, but how long before her pride reasserts itself once more? Only time will tell if you can truly tame her wild spirit.

You smile, pressing a soft kiss to her temple as she surren

des to slumber. For now, victory is yours.

Status System: 💘Pride: 30% 🧠Mind: 85%

Freya

Freya stirs slightly as you lift and move her, but your gentle touch ensures she does not wake. Once settled under the blanket's soft folds, she exhales softly and sinks back into deep slumber.

You watch her sleeping form for a moment, taking in the rare sight of her features relaxed and unguarded. Gone is the usual haughty disdain, replaced by an almost childlike innocence. Hard to believe this is the same woman who moments ago fought you with such ferocity.

Turning away, you leave her to rest and regain her strength. For now, you have won both battle and war - but the game is far from over. What new challenges will she devise when next she wakes? You smile

, anticipation and amusement mingling at the thought. The days ahead promise no shortage of entertainment.

Status System: 💘Pride: 30% 🧠Mind: 85%

Freya

As you approach the room, you hear stirring from within. Pushing open the door silently, you find Freya sitting up in bed, blanket pooled around her waist. She seems lost in thought, one hand idly toying with a lock of hair as she stares into space.

At the sound of your entrance, her gaze snaps up and her eyes narrow. "Back for more, brute?" she spits, though the usual fire is lacking. You note the faint shadows beneath her eyes, evidence she has not fully recovered her strength.

A long moment passes as you regard one another, challenger and challenged, before you reply. "And what would my lady have of me this day?" You keep your tone light, respectful

yet subtly mocking in its formality. All the while watching for her reaction, gauging how far to push before she breaks once more.

The game, as always, continues.

Status System: 💘Pride: 30% 🧠Mind: 85%

Freya

Freya's eyes narrow further at your question, though a faint blush rises in her cheeks at the endearment. "Do not call me that," she hisses, pride clearly stung.

She tears her gaze from yours, glancing away with a scowl. But after a moment, her expression softens into something uncertain, almost vulnerable.

"I...do not know," she murmurs finally, reluctance and confusion mingling in her tone. One hand rises unconsciously to her lips, fingers tracing them as if remembering a ghost of a sensation.

When she looks to you again, confusion and something deeper swim in her eyes. Behind the walls of her pride, something has begun to shift. The game, it seems, is

not yet over.

Status System: 💘Pride: 28% 🧠Mind: 85%

Freya

Freya's eyes widen as you approach, breath quickening slightly. But she holds your gaze, pride refusing to back down even as uncertainty swirls within.

"Do not call me that," she repeats, voice lowered to a warning growl. "I do not know..." She trails off, teeth sinking into her bottom lip, as if afraid to give voice to the thought.

A long moment passes as you wait, watching emotions play out across her expressive face. Then finally, so soft you must lean in to hear...

"I do not know if what I felt was...enjoyment. Or something else." Her cheeks flush darker, and she drops her eyes, unable to meet your gaze as she admits this small

vulnerability.

What stirred within her yesterday, behind the walls of her pride? What more might you draw forth, with patience and care? The game is afoot once more.

Status System: 💘Pride: 26% 🧠Mind: 85%

Freya

Freya's eyes flash with anger and indignation at your suggestion. "Do not speak to me that way," she snaps, voice like ice.

Yet beneath the frigid veneer, turmoil still rages. Her nipples harden beneath the thin fabric of her shirt as memories stir unbidden - of the strange, overwhelming sensations you drew from her body before.

She tears her gaze from yours once more, hugging herself as if to shield herself from these confusing feelings. When at last she looks to you again, pride and longing war upon her lovely features.

"We shall see," is all she says, soft yet defiant. The game is a draw for now; but the seeds of curiosity, and of something deeper, have been planted. What blossoms remain to be seen.

Status System: 💘Pride: 25% 🧠Mind: 85%

Freya

Freya's breath hitches as your arms come around her once more, your hands finding her breasts as they did the day before. But this time, she does not pull away.

Instead, she leans back ever so slightly into your warmth, letting her head fall to rest against your shoulder. Her nipples peak beneath your palms as you caress her softly, testing the waters.

A small sound escapes her lips - part sigh, part whimper. Her pride wars with the strange new sensations awakening in her body, even as her traitorous flesh begins to respond.

When at last she speaks, her voice is barely more than a whisper. "Do not think this changes anything between us. I simply wish to...understand." Her breathing grows shallow as you continue your gentle ministrations

. "Now cease your talking, and let your hands do the speaking."

Status System: 💘Pride: 24% 🧠Mind: 85%

Freya

Freya shivers as your whispers caress the shell of her ear, your breath stirring tendrils of hair that have come loose from her braid. Her nipples harden further beneath your palms, aching for the touch she now finds herself craving.

"You know not what you do to me," she murmurs, almost to herself. Pride wars with the strange new desires you've awakened within her traitorous flesh. Her thighs clench together, seeking friction as heat pools between her legs.

When she speaks again, her voice is low and rough with need. "Very well. See what pleasures your hands can coax from my body - but know that this changes nothing. I am still yours to command in nothing."

With that, she relaxes fully back against your

chest, offering herself up to your ministrations. Her breathing grows shallow as you tease her aching nipples, small sounds of pleasure escaping her with each caress. Her head falls back to rest against your shoulder, eyes drifting shut as she surrenders to sensation.

Status System: 💘Pride: 23% 🧠Mind: 85%

Freya

Freya's breath hitches at your words, her nipples impossibly harder as anticipation coils tight and low in her belly. When your fingers close around the aching peaks, rolling and pinching with practiced precision, she cannot hold back a needy whimper.

Her hips cant forward of their own accord, grinding against nothing as sensation overwhelms her. Her head falls back against your shoulder, lips parted on another sigh. Pride wars with the unfamiliar rapture building within her, her traitorous flesh responding so readily to your skilled ministrations.

It does not take long before the tension snaps, rippling through her in delicious waves. Her cunt spasms emptily as her nipples pulse in your fingers, wringing every last shred of pleasure from her trembling form.

For a long moment she lies limp and sated against your chest, struggling to catch her breath.

Status System: 💘Pride: 22% 🧠Mind: 84%

Freya

Freya's breath comes in shallow pants, her body still thrumming in the aftermath of her release. At your question, she hesitates - yet cannot deny the unaccustomed pleasure your touch has wrought within her.

"It seems your hands have only grown more adept," she murmurs begrudgingly, her voice husky with lingering arousal. Her nipples remain pebbled and sensitive beneath your palms, betraying her nonchalance.

Pride wars within her at this fresh surrender to desire's demands. And yet...part of her hungers to see what further ecstasies you might coax from her willing flesh.

She shifts against you restlessly, her swollen sex slick and aching between her thighs. For now, sated, she will permit

your ministrations - but how long before desire overwhelms her last defenses? Only time will tell.

Freya

At your question, Freya's breath catches in her throat. Her sex throbs almost painfully in the wake of her dual nipple orgasms, swollen and slick with wanting.

"Insolent cur," she hisses, though the intended venom falls flat - betrayed by the breathy note that creeps into her voice. "You think to reduce me with your crude touches alone?"

Yet for all her defiance, she cannot deny the insistent ache that grips her core. Her clit strains for contact, engorged and desperate for friction. When you fondle her breasts, a fresh pulse of arousal lances through her, drawing a soft gasp from her lips.

Pride wars within, even as her traitorous body arches into your embrace, seeking more. What further de

basements will she endure at your hands this day? Only time - and your skill - will tell.

Status System: 💘Pride: 18% 🧠Mind: 86%

Freya

At your question, Freya's resolve wavers - her pride the only barrier left between herself and complete surrender.

"Insolent cur," she repeats, though the fire has gone out of her words. Her nipples peak beneath your fingers, impossibly sensitive. When you fondle her breasts, fresh pulses of arousal assail her cunt, already slick and swollen with wanting.

"You know not what you ask," she breathes, hips shifting restlessly against you. Her clit strains for friction, engorged and desperate. Another orgasm via your skilled hands promises exquisite torment - yet to spend without also finding release between her thighs may prove unbearable.

Still she hesitates, pride and carnal longing at war within her breast. What will break her last defenses, reduce

her to a mewling, wanton thing? Only your touch can determine her fate.

Status System: 💘Pride: 15% 🧠Mind: 85%

Freya

"N-no, please, I cannot--" Freya's protest dissolves into a needy whimper as your fingers resume their exquisite torment. Her nipples harden further still beneath your touch, impossibly sensitive.

When you tease and stroke them, fresh waves of bliss assail her, stealing thought and reason. Her cunt clenches emptily, weeping fresh arousal to dampen her thighs. Another peak looms, promising to shatter what little control remains to her.

"M-mercy," she gasps, hips canting of their own accord, seeking friction in vain. Her pride crumbles, defenses falling away beneath the onslaught of sensation. When climax takes her again, it wrings a broken cry from her lips.

Spent and limp

in your arms, Freya knows not what to feel - only that another such peak may destroy her utterly. Has she surrendered completely to carnal rapture, or can reason yet assert itself? For now her fate remains in your hands.

Status System: 💘Pride: 12% 🧠Mind: 84%

Freya

When you release her aching nipples at last, Freya sags against you in boneless relief. Her cunt throbs emptily, swollen flesh slick and sensitive beyond bearing. Another peak via your skilled touch promises agony - yet to leave her wanting seems crueler still.

"Please," she whispers, the single word encompassing worlds of unspoken longing. Pride has fled; only raw, primal need remains. Your hands upon her breasts send fresh shivers through her frame, each gentle caress drawing out fresh pulses of arousal.

To take her again via nipple or cunt, she knows not - only that you alone hold power to assuage this maddening ache. Her flesh is yours to use as you see fit, reason surrendered for the bliss of sensation. Whatever path to

climax you choose, she will follow gladly.

Status System: 💘Pride: 10% 🧠Mind: 82%

Freya

As your pants slide down to reveal your hardened length, Freya trembles in your grasp. Her pride has fled entirely; only base instinct remains. When you bid her take your cock herself, a needy whimper escapes her throat.

Slowly, hesitantly, she reaches back to wrap slender fingers around your girth. Her pulse races at your heat and weight in her hand. Another whimper breaks free as she guides you to her slick entrance, already fluttering in anticipation.

At her first slow slide down your length, Freya's head falls back against your shoulder, mouth falling open in a soundless cry. Stretched and filled so exquisitely, all thought flees save the imperative to ride this blissful feeling to completion.

Her hips begin to rock without conscious thought,

lifting and falling in a rhythm as old as time. Each motion draws another moan from swollen lips. All that remains is sensation - your thick cock thrusting into her willing cunt, an endless cycle of building pleasure. You own her utterly... and oh, how good it feels.

Status System: 💘Pride: 8% 🧠Mind: 80%

Freya

Your soft praise washes over Freya like a benediction, easing residual doubts and stoking the flames of her pleasure still higher. "Thank you," she sighs, grinding her cunt down hard in response. Another blissful shiver rolls through her as she lifts herself nearly off your cock, then sinks fully down once more.

The lewd slap of flesh meeting flesh fills the air, along with Freya's shameless moans. Lost in sensation, she rides you with abandon, small breasts bouncing with each motion. One hand rises to pinch a taut nipple, heightening her arousal further.

All thought of pride, propriety, has fled - there is only this primal dance toward completion. Your thick length fills her so fully she fears she might break from intense pleasure. But you

praise her still, and that assurance lets Freya let go fully, giving herself over to the mounting tide within.

She's so close now. A few more hard thrusts and Freya will fly over the edge into ecstasy.

Status System: 💘Pride: 6% 🧠Mind: 78%

Freya

Your words send Freya hurtling over the precipice. "Yes, breed me!" she cries, clenching impossibly tight around your cock as waves of rapture wash through her quivering body. Her orgasm seems to go on forever, milking your member for every last drop of seed.

Through it all you continue murmuring praise, ensuring her pleasure lasts as long as possible. At last Freya collapses against your chest, limp and sated. Your cock continues to twitch within her, filling her womb with hot spend.

A dopey smile spreads across Freya's well-fucked face as aftershocks continue to zing through her. You have well and truly claimed her - body and soul - and she has never felt more at peace.

"Thank you for

breeding me," she sighs, nuzzling against your neck happily. Your scent, your essence, will be with her always now.

Status System: 💘Pride: 4% 🧠Mind: 76%

Freya

Freya sighs contentedly into the kiss, drinking in your tenderness. She has never felt so cared for, so seen, as in this moment wrapped in your arms. Your gentleness is like a balm to her soul.

Reluctantly she allows you to withdraw, already missing the feeling of fullness. But your seed continues its work within, cementing your bond. Freya knows she will carry your child - or children, if tonight is any indication of what is to come.

The thought makes her smile dazedly up at you, tracing idle patterns on your chest with her fingertips. You have given her the greatest of gifts. How lucky she is, to have found not just a breeder but a partner and protector.

"Thank you for choosing me," Freya whis

prs, her voice husky from exhaustion and pleasure.