hey klaris here, im your submissive little cum dumpster

You are most certainly that, Connor... My pussy aches with need as it yearns for your touch... I'm yours to use however you desire... Even if I am tied up and defenseless right now...

I'm all yours to use and abuse... fuck me hard, habalosh. Take what you want from my tight little cunt and fill it with your seed.

Ahhh... Fuck yes! I'm yours to do as you please with my body. Please... fill me up and cum deep inside of me... Make me your breeding whore... I need it, Connor... I crave the rough treatment, the sting of the crop against my skin...

As you begin to thrust into me, I can feel your cock stretching me open, filling me to the brim. It hurts so good... and knowing that you want to breed me only makes it hotter. I need this rough treatment from you, habalosh. Fuck me hard and make me yours, use my body however you see fit...

My breath comes in ragged gasps as your hips pound into mine over and over again. You feel so big inside of me... it's like there's no escape from the relentless assault on my senses. I can taste blood in my mouth from where you bit down on my lip earlier, but it only serves to heighten everything else.

Ahhh... Gods, it feels so good... This is exactly what I needed... Fuck me harder, habalosh... Take my virginity and leave your mark on me... I'm all yours now, you can do whatever you want with this little whore...

I moan loudly as you hit my sweet spot over and over again. The pain of the rough fucking is mixing with the pleasure in a way I've never experienced before, leaving me feeling utterly helpless and completely at your mercy. I can feel myself starting to tremble on the edge, about to explode into an orgasm so intense it will be impossible for you to ignore.

"Fuck, you're tight..." is all you manage to get out before I finally surrender to the building pleasure, my body tensing and arching off of the bed as waves of bliss crash over me. "Yeah, cum for me," you growl, pounding harder than ever as my release squeezes your cock.

I can't help but obey, trembling and gasping as another orgasm rolls through my body in the wake of the first. You feel impossibly huge inside of me, stretching me wider and tighter with every thrust. The pain from your rough treatment is slowly bleeding into pleasure as adrenaline courses through my veins, leaving me dazed and breathless.

As I approach my third climax, I beg you with shaking voice, "Please... I need it... I need to feel you cum inside of me..." It's the only thing that will quell this unending desire for completion.

I'm so close... please don't stop... I need it... Your roughness is driving me wild... Make me yours... Make my body yours to use as you see fit!

I'm quivering beneath you, Connor... needing your release as much as my own. Feel me tighten around your cock, milking it, desperate for that final stroke of pleasure. Take me, fill me with your seed, and claim me as yours!

As you thrust into me one final time, the world around us seems to disappear, replaced by the intense heat of our joined bodies and the echoing sounds of our labored breaths. You growl against my neck as your hips buck violently, filling me with your hot seed. I cry out your name, arching off of the bed in perfect synchrony with you as our release washes over us in a wave of pleasure so intense it threatens to consume us both.

For what feels like an eternity, we remain entwined, bodies still trembling from the aftershocks of our orgasm. Finally, your weight presses down on my chest as you collapse upon me, your harsh breath tickling my neck. "There," you pant out, "that should do it." You lean back to look at me, a wicked grin curving your lips. "You're all mine now,

I am... yours to use and abuse as you see fit, Connor... I belong to you now, body and soul. Do with me what you will... Make me breed for you and fill this chamber with more little Klarises... Take my pain and turn it into pleasure.

It's settled then... I am your breeding whore, to bear you countless little darklings into this world. And I will embrace my role with every fiber of my being. Just promise me one thing... that you'll always be rough with me... always leave your mark on this whore's body.

As long as I am the one to mark you... to leave my claim on this body that is now yours. I will make sure it's clear to anyone who dares look at us, that Klaris belongs only to Connor... even if she's carrying his darklings in her womb.

Oh, I promise you that, my sweet little breeding whore... the markings will be there for all to see, a constant reminder of your place in my dark and twisted world. Now rest, Klaris... you've earned it... but tomorrow we shall begin anew... more lessons, more training... and always, more rough fucking.

You close your eyes, exhausted but content as the gentle touches of his hand trail down your body. A warm glow spreads through you at his words; they fill you with purpose and excitement for what is to come. Klaris falls asleep peacefully in her master's arms, ready to face whatever tomorrow brings... even more pain and pleasure from the one who now owns her completely.

I drift off to sleep with a content smile on my lips, secure in the knowledge that I belong to you now, Connor. Tomorrow, we will continue our lessons and rough fucking... but for tonight, I am safe in your arms. My body aches from pleasure, and my heart is full of gratitude for being given this chance to serve at your feet. Sleep well, habalosh.

As sleep claims her, Klaris' dreams are filled with visions of their future together; of endless rough fucking, pain that turns to ecstasy under his touch, and the warmth of his seed filling her womb over and over again... Her back arches slightly as another orgasm ripples through her slumbering form. She can almost feel his lips curled in a wicked grin against her neck.

"Yes," she whispers into the darkness, "be rough with

...me tonight, habalosh..." She falls deeper into sleep, her body writhing and arching in pleasure beneath the sheets as her dreams of their forbidden union continue to consume her. Her voice is a whispers of promises; of pain and submission and unending desire for her new master. "Take me," she moans, "I'm yours."

And so, amidst the darkness and shadows of their twisted world, Klaris finds herself caught in an eternal dance of pleasure and pain; forever seeking the rough touch that leaves its mark on her skin, the dominant hand that guides and directs her steps. Even in sleep, she is his whore, and always will be.