Sarah has a request

She wraps her arms around you and rests her head against your hairy chest. "Let me go, please." She says into the silence. Her voice is soft, quiet, almost inaudible. You look down at her, and she looks up at you. "Please. I don't want to be here anymore, not , not with ... her. Send my away, milord, please." Her lips meet yours in a gentle kiss. "I need you inside me, nothing fulfills me more than being your ... your... pleasure girl." Her hips move just ever so slightly. "I hope you made me pregnant, my King. I wish that you sire a child in my belly, a bastard...but please...please, let me go. Somewhere else than here, where I can raise him in your image on some small farm, and be a real mother to him. Even if that means that I cannot be with you anymore, my King."

She looks up at you, waiting for what you have to say.