I grab my strapless dildo and a bottle of lube and sneak up behind you. I nuzzle your neck, then growl into your ear, “You are mine!” Before you c...n escape, I push you toward the dining room table where I force you face down against the cool wood, pushing your head down with one hand. You struggle a bit as my foot spreads your legs apart and you feel a warm liquid drip between your cheeks and into your pussy. I ignore your muffled protests as I rub the head of the long thick dildo between your. "Not so keen to parade yourself in the street, huh?"I shrugged."OK, well, get what you need out of the drawers there." Perhaps you'd, uh, would you like to perhaps come over for dinner tonight?" I asked.He thought about it, then said "Sure, but I hope that you'll be dressed appropriately." Appropriately?" I said, unsure."Yeah - I mean it's nice when you're all dressed up like a slut," he said, running his eyes over my soiled outfit. "But I reckon you might need to find something nicer to wear. I'm going to ... going to ... ohhh ... blow my load ... inside you, my little vixen! I'm going to shoot it up in to your unprotected cervix, coating the walls! " "DON'T! Please DON'T! Oh, God, don't DO that! Please don't DO that! I'll get pregnant. I don't want a baby. Please take it out!" She was suddenly terrorized by the thought of becoming pregnant by this older man. I gazed into her lovely eyes that were filled with fear, enjoying the feel of her, enjoying her agony. Her pleading with me. And I listen, frowning, cheeks hotly flushed, as his footsteps carry him back to the west wing and its library. ‘That… bastard,’ I huff, sinking slowly into the water until only my frowning, garnet eyes linger just above the surface. Later that night, with my ankle and foot bandaged and Solas’ elfroot potion taking effect, I feel quite comfortable as we lounge naked in our appropriated bed together. We’ve drawn all the curtains so that the lights of the candles don’t give us away, and the.