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​"I want the pleasure of breeding you," you say, looking down into her eyes. "The fantasy of siring a bastard inside a whore like you."

​She lets out a low, breathless laugh, her hazel eyes sparkling with amusement. "Ah. That kind of fantasy costs extra, my lord."

​You know she likely has no desire to carry a foreign bastard, but playing along with the illusion makes the situation hotter.