She gives in, and begs for it

Yes/No (Even): Can Lux resist? | [2,6] No and...

She gives in to him entirely.

She can’t say it. She can’t. She can’t give in to him. And yet – after everything that’s happened, there’s not enough fight left in Lux to keep saying no. Her pussy feels so warm and wet and ready for the fulfilment that’s being denied. Not looking him in the eye, she feels the need growing ever stronger, hovering on the edge of the denied orgasm.

“Yes,” she mumbles finally. “Yes, just do it – ”

“Say the words, darling.”

Lux grits her teeth. She fights it. It’s pointless. Another gasp forces her mouth open, and then the words come tumbling out.

“Do it! Gods, fuck me!” Tears of despair and frustration and nameless passion well up in her eyes. “Cum in me! Knock me up!”

A tremble of anticipation runs through Radan. He shifts his position, lining himself up between Lux’s thighs. The chains clink as she parts her legs as wide as she can. She needs this – she needs it so much –

She moans loudly as she feels him enter her, filling her welcoming vagina so perfectly. Her fingers claw feebly at the air. He leans closer to kiss her lips; she closes her eyes, trying to turn her face away from him, too many instincts warring inside her at once.

His rhythm is just too good. Everything about the way he touches her, setting off every nerve. Soon she’s panting and gasping with each thrust, shamefully feeling the pleasure build towards that long-awaited climax, with this man she loathes with all her heart…

Pretend it’s someone else. Pretend I’m with Olan.

Wait – I don’t want to have Olan’s baby either.

…Do I?

Radan moves his head closer to hers, lightly biting her ear before tenderly kissing her cheek.

“You see,” he whispers, “what I learned a long time ago is that this what being a man is all about – taking a pretty little thing like you, and making you a mother. Being the one to put that permanent mark on your beautiful body. And you’re learning now that – this is what being a woman is all about. Being taken. Being claimed. Fulfilling your natural purpose. Bearing my child.”

“Stop it,” Lux mumbles. “Please – ”

“You think you don’t want it, but it’s what you crave. It’s what you need. It’s why you have these lovely hips and those big tits. Your whole body was made for this. And it’s going to feel amazing.”

Lux whimpers in feeble denial. The sensations flooding through her are just too much. Physically and mentally, she can’t fight it. Her toes curling, her back arching, her voice rising into a scream of incredible pleasure – and in that same moment, Radan pushes deep inside her, his face alongside hers –

She feels it happen, or imagines it – it doesn’t matter. His seed rushing deep inside her fertile body, claiming her, marking her, reaffirming her destiny as the mother of his child…