Continue with foreplay and use her baby fever against her

Emilia’s hand retreats from your lap, relieving your small soldier of its siege and letting them live for another day. She goes to work, reaching down and fiddling with the button and zipper of her skirt.

“Oh, come on!” she hisses, struggling with it, working too fast and with shaking hands.

“Here,” you offer, your fingers mingling with hers where the zipper is stuck.

“Ah!” she breaths, the zipper coming unstuck, and letting her tug the skirt down her thighs and over her knees. You feel your eyes go wide as you take in her crotch. Her panties are plain, but you can see the defined shape of her mound and the growing wet patch between her thighs. You can’t help but lick your lips in anticipation.

“Your turn,” Emilia murmured, reaching over to work on your belt. You assist her, unbuckling your belt and lifting your butt off the seat so that she can slide your pants down and around your ankles.

“Ohhh,” Emilia murmurs seductively, eyes softening and hands closing in on your very obvious bulge. With more than a little smirk, you tug down your underwear, letting your cock spring out into the open in front of her. Her eyes seem to go hazy as her hand closes in around it. “It’s so warm,” she sighs.

For Emilia, this was something special. She had seen penises in the flesh in her life before; her father’s once by accident, a few stolen glances at her brother’s, and the infrequent times she had visited one of the massage parlor turn brothels meant to skirt the law, a soapland she had heard it called, back during her time as a conscript. She remembered her first “soap-boy” was an old haggard looking man, at least twice her age and balding, and for what little she saw of his before he had put on the strap-on, it was shriveled and floppy even after she stripped down to do the deed.

Now, Emilia had to admit that John was certainly smaller then the strap-ons they used at the soapland. But watching his cock twitch and drip precum, and the way that she could feel the muscles inside it tense up and relax in her hand, right now, it meant the world to her. This was because of her, and right now, it was all hers. No worries of having to share with her sisters, no concerns about paying a groom price, no impressions that she would have to marry to have real baby-making sex with a man that usually applied. All those walls that had kept her away from being intimate with a man were gone now, new doors opening as she walked through them.

“Your turn,” you chuckle, reaching down and hooking Emilia’s panties with your thumbs.

“Ah!” she says, lifting her butt up and letting you pull her panties down to her knees. You dive your hand into the soft blonde bush until you find her folds, already damp to the touch. Her knees involuntarily twitch, her thighs closing in around your hand like a warm embrace.

Emilia’s other free hand worms back around your neck, pulling you in for another kiss, one punctuated with a moan as you slip your pointer finger into her pussy, her knees knocking together.

You feel her grip on your member and the back of your neck tighten as you start to pump your finger in and out of her, slowly but surely gaining purchase. You feel her back arch against you, hard nipples poking you. She tenses and squeezes your cock again enough to spook you about cumming too early. You dig your finger deeper into her, and she whines, loosening her grip just enough to save you from shooting your shot before the main event. Your lips part from hers and meet her gaze.

“Be gentle,” you hiss, “or you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Cum?” Emilia asks, glancing down at your throbbing cock.

“Yeah,” you gasp, “cum.”

“Ah,” she says, trying to get a hair out of her mouth, “maybe that’s for the better,” she chuckles.

“What?” you ask, shocked.

“Well, *ah*,” Emilia whines, your finger still one knuckle deep inside her snatch, “if you cum outside, *muh-* me then you wouldn’t have to be worried.”

“Worried?” you ask.

“W― well if you cum inside me,” Emilia breathes, “you might get me pregnant. It’s probably better if you came before―”

You lean in, breathing against Emilia’s ear and sending a chill down her spine.

“But isn’t that what you want?” you ask, grinning, finger pumping slightly in and out.

Emilia whines, hand releasing your cock to grab your wrist, the other gripping your hair, a foot going up against the seat in front of her for leverage.

“I mean,” you chuckle, “Lily did say you’re―”

“I’m not!” Emilia gasps, her breasts and chest covered in gooseflesh and blush, “I’m not baby crazy! I’m not! It’s totally normal to want children at my age! I’ve been saving up my earnings to maybe visit a fertility clinic before I’m much older and―” you can feel her thighs working her legs back and forth around your hand, her insides massaging your invading digit.

“Oh,” you chuckle, “but I want to cum inside you.”

“Ohh‽” Emilia groans, and you feel her insides sucking down against your finger.

“Listen, Emilia, I haven’t cum in months,” you groan into her ear, “and you want to know what I thought after I first saw you?”

“Wha?” Emilia replies, leaning her head against you, blonde hair surrounding your face.

“I thought,” you smirk, “how much I would love to empty my balls inside someone as cute as you.”

“W―,” gasps Emilia, “would you do that? Cum inside me?”

“I want to,” you grunt into her ear.

“You’re so young and virile,” she says with hooded eyes, “it would be risky to do that,” she groans, a smile on her lips.

“I know,” you say with a grin.

“You shouldn’t *sah*, say things like that to me, John,” Emilia hisses, body tensing.

“Why not?” you tease, listening to her labored breathing.

“Because I’m still a woman,” she replied, insides sucking at your finger as it delves into the second knuckle, “if you push me hard enough I won’t be able to hold back.”

“Oh?” you say, nuzzling her ear, “and why do you insist on holding back with me?”

“Because― *guh*”, she groans, riding your fingers with her hips, putting another foot up on the seat ahead of her, “because I’d hate to cause you trouble by getting pregnant with your *suh* seed.”

“Even if you want it?” you tease and feel her tense up.

“It’s *nuh* not about what I *wah* want!” she hisses back, “what if you’re betrothed‽ Or married‽ What will your parents think!” you can hear the indecision in her voice.

“So what,” you say, huskily in her ear, “I want to cum inside you, risks be damned.”

“You want me to breed you?” she growls, grabbing your hair harder, her breaths more labored then before.

“I―” you say, “yeah, breed me,” feeling Emilia twitch at your reply. She’s getting close.

“Want me to *ah!* pin you down *ahh* and―” she groans, gyrating her hips down against your hand, her pussy soaking the seat under her, “and milk *yah* you dry of your seed.”

“Yeah,” you gasp back, feeling her body tense as she approaches her summit, coaxed on by your fingers.

“All that *ahh* fine A grade seed,” she grunts, “you’re sure *ahh!* you’re not betrothed?” she asks.

“Nope,” you smile.

“Not some million *duh!* dollar breeding stud,” she gasps, “that’s *guh!* gotten loose?”

“Nah,” you grin, “but thanks for the compliment.”

“I want it,” she whines, lifting her hips off the seat, “I want it *suh!* so bad,” her leg subtly shaking and pushing against the seat in front of you.

“Want what?” you tease.

“I want,” she growls, legs starting to twitch hard, “I want a baby, I want a baby in my belly so bad, I want to pin you down and milk you dry and breed you―” she tilts her head back, and grabs your hair. Your lips meeting hers in a kiss is all that's needed to send her over the edge. You feel her quim suck down against your finger, drawing it in as her orgasm rattles her inside and out. She moans loudly into your mouth as she rides your finger down.

After a long moment, you finally withdraw your wet finger and look down over Emilia. Her legs are splayed wide open and twitching, her shoes, stockings, and garterbelt still on, feet up on the seats in front of you, her crotch visibly damp, sweat across her skin, face and chest covered in a bright red blush. Her blonde hair having mostly escaped her ponytail and falling out across her face. Her eyes are still hazy with lust and post-orgasm euphoria.

Emilia blinks once, twice, and then sits up and looks in your eyes. Then they slide down.

She stares long and hard at your cock, still twitching, dribbling precum. She is just cognizant enough to wipe the drool from her mouth.