[GM] The man lays claim to her.

The man withdraws his hand from the girl and brings his fingers to her lips. Calarel doesn’t immediately know what to do so he pushes his fingers into her mouth. She tastes her own, sweet juices. Instinctively she begins to lick and suck.

Smiling, he begins to walk to the end of the bed, drawing his spit covered fingers down her body to dry them off. Looking down at her naked, prone body. The man undoes his pants and withdraws a penis bigger than any she’d ever seen before. Her eyes went wide as she watched it grow while he stroked it to full hardness.

“I want to tell you a little something about what you drank.” He climbs onto the bed between her legs. He positions himself at her entrance and slips inside her. She’s so wet that he barely meets any resistance.

[Stimulation: 292/—]

The elf squirms as he enters her. His cock is easily as thick around as her wrist, and even as wet as she was he stretched her to her limit.

“That little tincture was passed down from my father to me. It controls when the drinker can climax. And I gave you one of two versions. Either you can’t cum without me cumming. Or you can’t cum unless I’m breeding you.”

Calarel’s eyes went wide in terror.

“So now, everytime you cum, you’ll be thinking about whether you’re bearing my child.”

[Stimulation 325/—]

She couldn’t admit it to herself, but the man’s words turned her on. She’d do anything to release the pleasure building up inside her, even risk never going home again. She was positively vibrating and began to thrust her hips in time with her captor.

“You want it, don’t you? You want my baby.”

Calarel moaned, the intensity of her pleasure burned inside her, she was absolutely **** to climax.

“You want to bear my seed.”

[Stimulation 367/—]

Calarel screamed as the pressure continued to build. She was absolutely mad with the euphoria of pre-orgasm. She looked up at the man, eyes wild, and saw something she hadn’t seen before. He had the pointed ears of her people albeit slightly smaller.

“You and the other Grove virgins always come around.” The half-elf grinned wickedly.

She cried out again, this time in anguish, screaming “NO!” into the night. But still she grew wetter at the idea of being bred. In her delirium, she couldn’t tell whether this was a genuine fetish or simply her desperation to get off.

The man began thrusting faster and faster.

[Stimulation: 406/—]

He grunts loudly and grabs her legs as he tries to **** himself deeper. She can feel his member twitch inside her as a warmth spread in her womb. As soon as that warmth hits she explodes. Squirting, she cums harder than she thought it was possible to cum.

[Pregnancy roll (2x): 8, 62]

[GM: ok mark 100 xp. And now you know it’s the “can’t cum unless he cums” version.]