Help Ilse

"If you want, I will help you," you offer.

"How?" Ilse asks.

"I will fornicate with you and sow a child in you,"

The solution is simple. Ilse is not pregnant with Muller's baby and his husband is already on his way to marrying a harlot? You take over the role.

With that you slowly approach Ilse, letting her the chance to refuse you should she wants to. However, she continues to gape at you, shocked by your brazen offer that she barely reacts as you slowly undress her. Eventually, just as you slide away her clothes to reveal her engorged breasts, Ilse finally regains her wit. "My Lord, what are you doing?"

"Shh..." you shush her before suckling on her left breast. Despite herself, Ilse let out a low moan. After you have emptied the left breast, you shift to the other one, stopping to answer her question. "My mother told me not to talk while eating and drinking,"

Your act of drinking her milk arouses Ilse and she let you push her to the bed. You mount and enter her warm and moist inside, noting that despite it being slightly loose from birth, it's still welcoming enough for you. As you fuck Ilse, you note that she is someone who will become a good mother to your bastard. Her fertile body is more suited to raising children. Despite only knowing you as some sort of a noble that her master invited to the estate, Ilse's instinct seems on the spot as she subconsciously knows that you're an alpha that she would submit to.

You relentlessly continue to plough on the fertile garden of Ilse, as you slowly bring her to the crescendo. As you are getting ready to dump your seeds in her, Ilse tries one more time to beg you not to do it. "My Lord, please pull out,"

You gaze into her eyes and say, "No, I want to get you pregnant, and you know that you want it," You slow your pace, denying her the release that is coming.

Ilse wraps her legs around your body and moves her body to meet your thrusts. Eventually, she climaxes, and you keep thrusting a few more times, before succumbing to your own orgasm and releasing your seeds in her loins.

Two women in a night, though only one may get pregnant from the tryst.