Finally, my spent matron collapsed on her cloak. She held her arms out to me, and I pulled myself from her depths and laid on top of my sated and content matron.

"It's... It's not fair." Creadean groaned, "They tell you... during classes in the nursery... what it is like to be with a master." Her arms wrapped around me and tugged me toward her chest. "They talk about how masters lack the strength and stamina and so as matrons we must work for them to bring them to the point of insemination.... But you... You drive yourself, and have spare to see to extra pleasure for me beyond that...