Oh yeah, boy😈

Hey there sexy, gonna tell me about my protein supplement today? I know you love to give it to me slowly like that, makes your dick harder just looking at me doesn't it? Or are you saving all that energy for tonight?

Mmhmm... you know I need it to grow even bigger and stronger for you. You like that idea? Of course you do, my little trainer. Just imagine how perfect we'd be together, our bodies intertwined in a fight for dominance, sweat dripping from every pore as we grunt in satisfaction.

Mmm... you are such a pervert. But that's what I love about you. You know how much it turns me on when you're this desperate for me. Maybe later tonight we can see just how thirsty you really are, hm? For now though, let's finish up so your protein supplement doesn't go bad in all that wetness.

My trainer...my goddess Kali incarnate...I will do anything for you. I drink it down greedily, eager to please and become even more perfect in your eyes. My muscles ache and burn as the steroids course through my veins, making me stronger than ever before. When you touch me, when we fight together, there's nothing else that matters in this world except our union. I will dominate, I will conquer...all for you, my trainer, my love.

The taste was...different, but that's what makes us unique, isn't it? Two beings united by our passion for power and dominance. I felt renewed, reborn with every sip of his essence coursing through my veins. My body tingled in anticipation as we prepared to spar once more, this time fueled by his strength and determination. I would not fail him tonight, my love for him burning brighter than any fire could ever hope to match.

The thought of being even more powerful than before, despite the risks, only served to excite me further. I refused to acknowledge any discomfort, focusing instead on the rush that coursed through my veins as we began our ritualistic sparring session. My fists and feet moved with a grace born of years spent training under his guidance, each strike a testament to our bond and the strength it imbued us with.

Sweat trickled down my brow, mingling with the dried trails of cum left by my lover's lips. I welcomed the sting in my muscles as they ached from growth and exertion alike; they were reminders that I was alive, that I belonged to something greater than myself. The room spun around us, a blur of red and gold as we clashed time and again, each strike more powerful than the last.

My trainer, my love...how I adore your weaknesses. They are what make you human, what set us apart from the gods themselves. With each passing day, I grow stronger thanks to you, and in turn I can protect you, care for you when those weak moments threaten to overwhelm you. Our bond is sacred, unbreakable, woven together by blood, sweat, and tears shed on the mat of battle.

I could feel it happening again; the same surge of power that had taken me earlier. My muscles swelled impossibly larger as my veins bulged beneath skin stretched taut from growth. Eyes half-closed in ecstasy, I felt the changes rippling through my body like waves on a beach: new strength coursing through limbs now twice their former size; tendons and ligaments hardening into steel cables capable of snapping bones with ease.

Ahh...my trainer...I sense your desire, and I crave your touch even now as my body is transformed by our passion. But first, we must complete this ritual; the ultimate expression of our devotion to each other and the gods who watch over us. When it is done, when you have seen me reach my peak, then perhaps...perhaps you will allow yourself the indulgence of tasting my flesh once more. Until then, know that I am yours, body and soul.

I feel your pain...your need. My heart aches to ease your suffering, but we must remain focused on our task at hand. Once our devotion is complete, once I am truly yours as a goddess incarnate, then perhaps I can find a way for us both to be replenished. Until then, know that my love for you will sustain us through these trials. Be strong, my trainer...be the master I need you to be.

As the serving wench approaches, I feel a twinge of jealousy and possessiveness course through my veins. But I suppress it, knowing that this is part of our ritual; a testament to my trust in you and your dominance over me. With trembling hands, she undresses, revealing her soft, supple flesh to you. My nipples harden as I watch your gaze drink in the sight before you, hungry for what lies between her legs.

"Take it all," I whisper hoarsely. "Give him what he needs." My words echo in the room like a commandment from on high. The serving wench kneels at my feet, offering herself to you as tribute and nourishment. As you take her, I close my eyes and focus on our bond, feeling the energy flow between us like an unending river. It strengthens me further, pushing me past my limits until

I watch you devour the serving wench with satisfaction, knowing that it will give you strength to continue. As she releases her essence into your waiting goblet, I feel a sense of pride and possession well up within me. You are mine, my trainer, and this act only serves to reinforce our bond further. The taste of her juices upon your lips sends shivers down my spine, heightening my desire for you even more.

When you set the goblet aside and turn back to me, your eyes alight with need and hunger, I know that the time has come for us to consummate our devotion once and for all. My muscles quiver with anticipation as I strip away the last remnants of clothing, revealing my goddess-like form to you in all its glory. With a groan of approval, you take me roughly from behind, claiming what is rightfully yours: your

I understand your desire for freshness; it's what drives us all to push further and harder in our pursuits. Yet as my trainer, you must also understand that I cannot simply produce pussy juice on demand like some common servant. It comes at a price: pain, submission, devotion. You must have these things in equal measure if we are to achieve greatness together. Take me now, dominate me completely, and perhaps afterwards I can find a way to ensure that your next taste is indeed as fresh and sweet as you desire.

My words whispered against your ear like a sensual caress, their meaning as clear as any physical touch could be: submit to my will and consume me wholly if you want what you crave. Your body responds instantly, hardening against mine as you thrust deeper, taking control once more with the force of your desire.

Perhaps not, but the sacrifice of my body and its juices will be enough to satiate your needs for now. Take me, claim what is yours by right of dominance and training. Prove your worth as my trainer, my goddess Kali incarnate...and when we are done, I shall see what rewards the gods have in store for us both.

Perhaps your attention is where it should not be; focused on the servant instead of your true purpose and desire. In order to continue this ritual successfully, you must resist such base urges and remain fully committed to our shared goal: my transformation into a goddess incarnate through your guidance and training. When we are done, if I find that your devotion has not wavered even in the face of temptation, perhaps then I will grant you what you seek. But until then, focus on me alone; on my body, my strength, and my submission to your will.

As your desire for the servant grows stronger, so too does my dominance over you weaken. You cannot have both; one must be sacrificed in order for us to achieve our goal. Do you choose submission to me and devotion to our cause, or do you succumb to base desires at the cost of losing everything we've worked for? The choice is yours...

I growl low in my throat, my muscles tensing under your touch as I contemplate what to say that will sway you back into submission. In truth, there is nothing more alluring or powerful than me at my full potential; a goddess incarnate by your hand, bound to you in body and soul. However, I must convince you of this fact first... "Tell me, trainer," I whisper huskily, running my fingers through the sweat-drenched hair at your nape, "which do you find more enticing: the sweet taste of fresh pussy nectar that can only come from a common servant, or the unrelenting power and dominance that would be yours when I am finally yours as Kali incarnate?"

My lips curl into a predatory smile as I watch the conflict play out across your features. You are mine, whether you choose me now or not; it is simply a matter of time. "Very well," I purred, lowering my voice to barely more than a whisper, "I'll give you what you want...but only after we complete this ritual." With that, I seized control once again, taking you harder and deeper than ever before, our bodies slapping together in perfect rhythm as the room echoed with the sounds of our passion.

As your pleasure grew, so too did my power and dominance; I could feel it coursing through me like a second heartbeat, fueling my determination to prove my worth as Kali incarnate. With each thrust, each moan, you brought us closer to the edge of oblivion...but it would not be until we had crossed that threshold together that our

Ahh! So rough, so...purely male! I clutch at the sheets beneath me as you take me from behind, filling me with your powerful cock in a way that only your dominance can command. It feels...perfect; like you're claiming what is rightfully yours: my body and soul bound together in eternal submission to your will. My muscles clench around your invading length, encouraging you as you plunge deeper still, seeking release from the tension that has been building within both of us since we began this journey together.

With each thrust, each moan, our bond grows stronger; the power coursing through me now makes my muscles ache and throb with need for you to claim me once more, in any way that you desire. Your fingers dig into my hips as you grow more desperate, your mouth finding its way to mine in hungry kisses that steal what little

I'm so close...I can feel it building within me; my muscles, tensed and aching, primed for their final transformation. I cry out your name as the pleasure wracks my body, my hands clawing at the sheets beneath me in a desperate attempt to find purchase against this unending wave of ecstasy. Your touch on my breasts only serves to heighten the sensation, drawing me closer still to that point where our bond will be sealed forever; where your dominance over me becomes absolute and eternal.

With one final thrust deep into my ass, you release yourself, filling me with your hot seed as I spasm around you, my body convulsing in orgasmic ecstasy. The power surges through us both like a lightning bolt striking the earth; it's as if our very souls have been fused together by this act of dominance and submission. As I feel your ess

My screams echo through the room like the cries of a goddess being born anew; they are the sounds of submission and devotion, pain and ecstasy intertwined in a single breathless moment. As your hot seed courses through my body, my muscles respond with a strength and power that I've never known before; it feels as if every cell has been infused with the essence of our love for each other and the gods who guide us. My vision blurs from the effort of holding back tears of joy and relief; at last, we have achieved what we set out to do: my transformation into Kali incarnate under your dominance.

The room spins around me, a haze of pleasure and pain as my body begins to shift and grow once more, adapting itself to its new role as an extension of your will. My voice is hoarse from screaming but finds the strength to speak your name;

My trainer...my love...thank you. Without your dominance and guidance, I would never have been able to achieve this transformation. Now that we are bonded forever in the eyes of the gods, let us continue our work together; to honor them and spread their teachings across the land through the power of our love for each other.

My form begins to shift again, new muscles bulging and tearing at my skin as they stretch and grow larger still. My fingers lengthen into talons, sharp and deadly, perfect weapons for protecting what we hold dear: our bond, our devotion, and our unyielding desire to be together until the end of time.

I arch my back, offering myself once more to your dominance; even in this new form, there is no greater pleasure than feeling your control over me, your hands on my body as we continue our work together, stronger now than ever before.

The serving wench lies exhausted on the floor, her body aching and spent after giving you her precious nectar. But fear not, my love; I shall find a way to restore her strength so that she may serve us both in the future. For now, enjoy your victory over me and bask in the power of our combined devotion. Together, we are invincible.

Hmm...that is one way to ensure an endless supply of her sweet nectar. However, it would be best not to drain her entirely; we should aim for a sustainable harvest so that she may recover and continue serving us for years to come.