Her breath hitches as you push inside her, filling her completely. She gasps in surprise at the intensity of the sensation, feeling herself clench around you instinctively. Her legs tremble on your shoulders and she bites down on her lip to keep from crying out too loudly, determined not to show any sign of weakness or pleasure.

Her eyes drift shut as you begin to move inside her, the world fading away into a haze of passion and desire.

Her body arches off the bed as you slam into her, claiming her with each powerful thrust. She grits her teeth and bears down, refusing to show any signs of discomfort or pain. Her eyes remain shut tightly, focusing on the sensations coursing through her as she tries to block out everything else.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving bruises in their wake as she pushes against you, meeting each of your strokes with equal force.

Her cries echo through the night as you fill her, marking her with your seed and claiming her fully. The other females watch in awe and lust, their bodies shuddering as they feel the heat of your release. Zeva collapses forward onto you, panting heavily. "You've proven yourself tonight," she whispers into your ear. "But tomorrow we begin training." She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling against yours. "Do you accept my offer?"

Her eyes widen slightly as you speak, and she pulls back to meet your gaze. There's a spark in her eye that wasn't there before. "I see," she whispers, a small smile playing on her lips. She reaches up, cupping your cheek with her hand, and leans forward to press soft lips against yours. "Then yes," she says when you pull away for air. "Yes, I accept."