When Mirna woke up, she felt thick, strong arms drapped around her form. She could feel the muscle of the figures, and immediately recognized the owner of said arms. How could she not, when he was the man who took first time, and fucked her so many time, she already lost count.
And so, when she pushed herself upward, her eyes met with her Master's red orbs, a mirthful smile on his handsome face.
"M-master, I'm sorry I-" her plea was silence with a well-aimed kiss, which also took her breath as she felt like she was floating from it.
"Don't worry, you being knocked out is acceptable to what happened to you in the first place." she was flipped so her front facing the ceiling, as the Master pointed out to the mark above her womb, which look and feel different from before.
