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

Zafron's eyes widened as he read the new quest. He sat up in bed, putting on a mock expression of shock and outrage.

"Seriously? Is this what you're giving me now?" he muttered, though a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "This is the quest? I suppose I have no choice but to accept it." He said like he was not happy about it. In as much as he wanted to rest, if the system deemed his mistress unsatisfied, then it would be an insult to allow it last a second longer!

He would go down and complete the quest, not just for the rewards but because it was the right thing to do.

With a dramatic sigh, he pushed himself out of bed and dressed quickly. The idea of fulfilling the quest made him chuckle, and he was eager to see Matilda's reaction.

He crept down the stairs, careful to make as little noise as possible. The soft clinking of pots and pans guided him to the kitchen. Peering around the corner, he saw Matilda at the counter, her back to him as she worked on preparing lunch.

Zafron grinned, tiptoeing closer. The sight of her in the kitchen, so focused and unaware of his approach, made him smile. He took a deep breath before getting close enough.

"Close your eyes," matilda heard his voice from behind.

"Don't open them until I tell you to," Zafron spoke again.

'What is he up to now?' she thought with a palpitating heart beat. She had no clue what his little child-like brain must have come up with but if this was the excitement he was going to bring into her life, she was all for it.

Then again, his voice. Every time she heard his voice it made her melt. Strong and confident, yet gentle and tender at the same time, his words weren't so much a request as they were a command. No amount of resistance in her head was going to deny his demand.

'So much for self control?' she thought as she remembered her earlier war with herself to leave him alone to rest. Where did her good get her?

Matilda set the knife in her hand down on the kitchen counter and stabled herself with her hands on the edge. She had no idea what Zafron wanted but lunch would have to wait.

His hands gripped her waist and firmly pulled his body into her backside. She closed her eyes and exhaled. She felt his warmth. She inhaled his scent. And she felt his dick pressed against her.

"Couldn't help but notice you were already missing me. I'm hungry by the way and from the looks of things...' Zafron reached out grabbing a carrot on the counter that seemed to be in the process of getting chopped and bit down on it before continuing "Lunch would take a while to get ready. So I'll just have to settle for another option. What say you, my lady?" He said, in-between chewing the carrot.

"Is that the energy you are bringing?" Matilda asked.

There was no answer from him again. All Matilda heard was his breathing behind her. She wanted to turn to him and see what he was up to. She was dying to see. But instructions were clear, eyes closed!

His breathing was barely perceptible in her ears over the beating of her own heart as he nuzzled his face into her tousled blonde hair. She felt the warmth of his hands as they wrapped around her waist and began a gentle but controlling caress of her torso.

Taking another deep breath, she gently bit her lip in anticipation...his hands moved slowly up and over her breasts until he was cupping their weight. Another breath, as her nipples involuntarily hardened in the palm of his hand in response to his touch.

She felt him softly pull and roll each nipple between his thumb and forefinger through the cloth of her blouse. Even through her bra there was no hiding that he had her full attention. She pressed her breasts forward into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as an undeniable wetness began to flow between her legs in response.

"Mmmmphh," she groaned, pushing her ass backwards, her subconscious already inviting him.

"Oh, I see...interested, are we?" his voice said with a hint of playfulness to it. "We'll just have to see what we can do about that," Zafron laughed as he pressed himself harder into her. His cock felt deliciously hard through his pants against her ass.

His hands moved down and grasped the side of her skirt, swiftly gathering the material in a bunch above her waist. "I've been craving since we last fucked. So, bare with me mistress because i'm going to fuck you right here," he said in almost a low growl.

She held her breath as his words danced through her head. His hand cupped the curve of her cheek, then began a slow movement down the seam of her panties. Almost involuntarily she shifted her weight and opened her legs to accept his hand, shuddering as his fingers slowly traced the crack of her ass and to the gentle folds of her pussy.

He could feel the wetness of her arousal through the thin material. The rubbing of his fingers across her, gently pressing the material between her slippery folds made her head swim.

"Do you like that?," he whispered into her ear, not waiting for a response before pushing her panties aside with his thumb and sliding a finger inside her. It was all she could do to keep her knees from buckling.

'When did he become so vocal and confident? It's like he peels a new layer every minute. By the gods, this gift just keeps giving!!!' the thought screamed in her mind.

Zafron saw the look on her face, he could tell she was all here for it. So the system was right, she was far from being satisfied. Well then, it was time to test his new attributes. What they really brought to the table.

She let out another whimper of protest as he removed his finger from her. "Hold your skirt up," he commanded. His fingers slipped through the waistline of her panties. Now, they were deliberately slid down over her hips and thighs and she did her best to step out of them without losing her balance.

She could only guess they were tossed casually onto the floor as there was only silence in the kitchen. Eyes still closed, she heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper being undone, followed by a quiet rustle that could only be him snaking his cock out of the front of his pants. The wait in anticipation of his next move made her entire body tingle. "Spread your legs," came his order.

She obediently responded by stepping wider apart, blindly pushing the cutting board in front of her aside, and bending over onto the countertop...the arch of her back nicely presenting her ass for him to devour. Her ass jiggled as she adjusted to the angle she felt was right, If it wasn't, he would know and deal with that.

Even though she knew what was coming next, it still took her breath away. While Zafron used one hand to steady himself on her hip, his other guided his cock between her legs. The instant its warmth and firmness touched her skin her eyes rolled behind closed lids. Instinctively she reached between her legs with her hand and cradled his shaft.

It was hot and pulsing as she gently used her fingers to push it up inside.

'She is not even going to wait?' he thought with a smile.

Her swollen lips parted, accepting the large mushroom-shaped head as he slowly entered her from behind. She adjusted her stance as he made several slow, shallow strokes, allowing her wetness to cover him.

Zafron pulled back and stopped with just the head penetrating the entrance to her wanting pussy. For what seemed like an eternity he made her wait. Any attempt to arch her back or thrust her hips was merely met with an equal counter-movement on his part. She voiced her angst with a frustrated groan.

"Mnnnn!!" She groaned.

"Patience, mistress..." his low voice reassured her.