Everything I do is for preparing to breed. It won’t be long until I can seriously entertain the idea. A part of me worries I’m too eager. Another part of me doesn’t care.

Finding the first woman who’s down and filling her with seed. Claiming her as mine and guarding her as she grows. Being a man who’s bred - not another desperate man. A man who is taking care of a woman and child. A man who doesn’t have time or will to entertain single women. I can see how breeding the first woman who’s down could be problematic, but it’s what I want to do.

There are finals I need to study for but the need to pump a woman full of cum is strong right now. I hope getting this weight off my chest will help so I can put my phone down and focus on getting closer to breeding. This is the reason we work. It’s a noble reason.