In Bea's pussy

You decide that Beatrix's loneliness might best be alleviated by a little extra company. You feel the hot, fertile seed in your balls aching to get out. Meanwhile, Beatrix is barely holding together. Her arms cling weakly to your and she is only able to mutter unintelligibly as you pound her newly-renovated love tunnel. Your tremble, exhausted physically and emotionally. It's time for you to end it. Still in missionary, you pull her legs around your so that your thrusts will better stimulate her clit. This shocks her partially out of her stupor, but you continue heedless. You go faster and faster as the pleasure on your dicks builds in her tight muff. With a decisive final thrust, you go balls deep. A roar escapes you as your cock is filled with pleasure bordering on pain. You dump several jets of hot cum into her cervix as Beatrix collapses with a scream. She falls **** immediately. You stay up, arms barely holding you as you are racked with relief by each blast. Finally done, you lower yourself on top of her, and fall asleep.

You wake up, feeling a soft hand on your shoulder. Through half-lidded eyes you see that Beatrix stands there, fully dressed. "Hello, are you awake?", she says almost in a whisper. You grumble something indecisive in response from the bed. She stands silent for a moment, then starts again. "So, last night...that wasn't a dream, was it?" she asks in the same tone. Last night? Oh yeah. "No, that was real." Beatrix blushes as a smile spreads across her face irresistibly. "I'm glad of that. I'm sorry to wake you, but your friends seem to be getting ready to go. I think they're in a hurry." As she says that you remember your true reason for being here and jolt awake. You scramble out of bed and look around panicked for your clothes for a few moments. "Here they are. I folded them while you slept." She smiles again, more shyly this time as her outstretched arms hold your clothes out to you. You take them gratefully and begin dressing. An awkward silence hangs in the air. You both want to say something, yet both feel too embarrassed to say anything, if you would even know what to say. Fully dressed, you walk over to Beatrix. Grabbing her in your arms, you embrace her in a long, gentle kiss. You break it off, and as Bea opens her eyes you see they are glazed and dreamy. "Goodybe."

You mount your horse and set off with your men, going full speed. Still, you feel an unstoppable urge to look at the inn one last time. As you glance back, you see Bea waving goodbye with one hand, the other resting on her stomach. You turn back around, satisfied. As you enter the treeline, you hear the faint echo of Greta's laughter.