The Doctor as plans for Anne

The Doctor's hands slid down from Anne 's hips, his fingers tracing the curves of her thighs as he gazed at her with a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation. Her body was flushed, still glowing from the intensity of their encounter, and he could see the faint marks where his grip had tightened during his climax. "You're going to carry my child so beautifully," he murmured, his voice low and filled with a possessive pride. Anne lay there, her chest still rising with each breath, her eyes half-closed as she felt the warmth of his semen between her legs.

Anne's mind raced as the Doctor's words echoed in her thoughts, the idea of being knocked up by a black man sending a shiver down her spine. She could feel the warmth of his semen still inside her, a tangible reminder of what they had just done. The Doctor, sensing her unease, tightened his grip on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he whispered, "You're mine now, and soon you'll be carrying my child." Anne's breath hitched as she felt a mix of fear and excitement, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of their intense encounter.

Anne's breath came in shaky gasps as the weight of her situation pressed down on her. The Doctor, still looming over her, seemed oblivious to her growing panic. "You're mine now," he repeated, his voice low and unyielding, as if his words were the only reality that mattered. Anne's mind raced with the implications—pregnant, single, and bound to this man who seemed to take pleasure in her fear. She tried to speak, to voice the doubts swirling in her head, but her words caught in her throat.

Anne's voice trembled as she spoke, her words laced with a mix of fear and defiance. "But we're not married, and you want me to carry your child," she said, her eyes wide with the weight of the reality settling in. The Doctor's smirk widened, his chest still heaving from exertion, as he leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Marriage is just a piece of paper, my dear," he whispered, his tone dripping with possessiveness. "But this," he said, his hand resting on her belly, "this is what truly binds us.

The Doctor's smirk grew wider as he pulled back, his eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and dominance. He reached for a towel, casually wiping his hands as he stood up, his movements calm and deliberate. Anne lay there, her body still trembling, her mind racing with the weight of what had just happened. The Doctor's semen trickled down her thighs, a constant reminder of his claim on her. He walked over to a nearby chair, picking up his shirt and slipping it on, his back to her as he spoke. "You'll need to start taking your vitamins," he said, his voice matter-of-fact.

Doctor closed the door behind him, the sound echoed through Anne's apartment, leaving her in a silence that felt heavier than the encounter itself. She lay there, her body still flushed, the warmth of his semen a persistent reminder of what had transpired. The idea of being his "baby mama" lingered in her mind, a concept that had initially terrified her but now stirred something unexpected within her. She could feel the trickle of his seed down her thighs, a primal mark of his claim, and despite the fear that gripped her heart, there was an undeniable thrill that coursed through her veins.