Lenne fucks you

He guides you onto the bed and lays you on your back. Instead of the usual rough fucking, he takes his time undressing you, kissing along your neck, your breasts, and your stomach as he goes.

When he finally pushes inside you, it’s slow and deep. He groans, burying his scratchy face into our neck.

“Fuck… you feel so good...”

He starts moving in long, steady strokes, holding you close. One of his hands rests on your lower belly.

“I’ve been thinking about it lately,” he admits in a low, husky voice. “About putting a real baby in you. Not just talking shit… but actually knocking you up.” He thrusts a little deeper, grinding against you. “I want to see your belly get big with my kid. I want everyone in the warehouse to know I’m the one who bred you. What do you think? That doesn't sound too bad, right? I'm sure you'd like it.” His voice grows rougher with lust, and he thrusts like an animal, burying himself deep.

“I’d take care of you,” he whispers. “Keep you safe. Keep you full. We'll rule Blackwater. You can be my Dreg Queen, and we'll have a legion of idiots to command around. Fuck. I'll even let you take other men into your bed, no harm done. I just want the child inside to be mine.”

He kisses you, hips rolling as he pushes himself as far as he can.

“Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my bastard in your belly.”