Something else happens

It is inevitable. Dobra tells you that she's most probably pregnant with your child. Despite her age, Dobra is still fertile, leaving only your condition that is questionable. Each time you're with her, you sow your seeds into her fertile womb, knowing very well what it will entail. You rub her still taut belly tenderly, relishing the feeling of euphoria inside you at the impending fatherhood.

"In few months time, I'm going to give birth to your child," Dobra says in wonderment as she watches your action.

"This will be your third time," you reply.

"Each one is different." She then put her hand on top of yours. "As a mother, I shouldn't say this, but this is the first child that I want."

"Dobra, what if..."

Dobra put her other hand on your mouth, stopping you from completing the words while shaking her head. "A man always wants a woman to be his first romance, but a woman always want a man to be her last romance. You'll probably be my last, but I wouldn't be yours. Your energy is still plentiful and you're still young. You will find someone else. Maybe Shara or Misha, or someone else."

You remove her hand from your mouth. "You still want me to take them as mistresses even though you're basically mine as well? Don't you realize that your daughters' children will be your child's niece and nephews and at the same time step siblings?"

Dobra kisses you. "You think too much sometime, My Lord. You're not going to marry us, so there's not going to be a problem."

"Problem?"

"If you marry the three of us, you will be your own father," she says while giggling.

"Huh?"

You try to get her to explain what she meant but Dobra pushes you to the bed and starts to ride you to satiation.