You "beg" Master Ventor to cum in your pussy.

"Please, Master!" you cry aloud in faux-moans. "Cum in me... Cum in my pussy..."

"Tell me you want it... deep... Deep in your womb!" he cried, furiously pumping in and out of you... so furiously that he sends you into another climax.

"UNGH!" you cry. "Cum deep... cum in my pussy!" Your words, which would normally send a man into a frenetic, uncontrollable orgasm, had little effect on Ventor. Another tactic was required. You swung your legs from behind Ventor and held them against your chest, both tightening your pussy into a vise-like grip and placing your jeweled feet on Ventor's chest. As if on cue, Ventor took one of your feet into his mouth and began to suck on your toes. "Yes," he sputtered, "This is what I want!"

It had the desired effect. "Impregnate me!" you cried between your moans. "I want to feel your cum in my-"

Before you can finish, Ventor suddenly chokes and roars. He falls into you, pushing your legs aside and plunging so deeply into you that you recoil in pain. "ARGGGGHHHHH!!!!" He cries as he slams his geriatric hip against yours. Rope after rope of hot cum jets out from his cock as he shudders on top of you. Instinctively, your hips rock beneath his and you wrap your lithe legs around his waist, locking them together with your dainty, shapely feet. The tight walls of your quim grip his cock so as to milk every drop of cum from it. Initially, this feels quite good. There's nothing like the natural, primal feeling of a man cumming inside you, after all. There was something instinctively good about letting the male of your species inseminate you. But, it didn't stop.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" cried Ventor as he continued to cum and shoot rope after rope of his blanks into your otherwise fertile womb. This, you thought, was not right. It went on for nearly two minutes as you struggled to push Ventor off you, but he is surprisingly strong. You feel your womb begin to flood with Ventor's seed. "Master Ventor... I'm... it's getting so full!" you struggle to say. But he doesn't stop.

Thoughts pour through your mind as cum poured into your womb. Purmissin doesn't do this. The old fart has taken some other enhancing ****.

Then, with a final thrust that rammed into your cervix, Master Ventor gave out a guttural cry.

"That's so good... that's so good..." he mutters, before collapsing into your bosom. "Saar Roos... you are m-my favorite student. Do you know that?"

You roll your eyes. "Of course." You were the only student who allowed him to fuck them like this.

"I have some things for you," he said, as his enhanced member remained firm within you. It continued to throb, even minutes after he fouled your pussy. Part of you worried that you would have to fuck the ancient, decrepit elf again. But he assuaged your fears. "I fear," he said, "that I cannot continue... I hope you are not disappointed, Brithmaurdelle. There are only so many things that this old body will allow me to do... and I fear that... that experience may have taken a greater toll, than I had expected."

You nod. "You said you were going to teach me something. And that you had something for me."

"Yes. Yes," he said. Then silence.

"Ventor?" you ask, pulling away so you could see his face.