Wrest virginity and free will from her.

"Don't worry, Xenia," you coo, taking a knee at her crotch while she's spread eagle and possibly jilling herself pregnant. She looks up to you with glistening eyes and a worried, but hopeful, furrow on her brow. "Your husband will be the one to take your virginity."

Her hope is dashed when she feels the head of your meat rod knock on her knuckles, demanding her fingers vacate its new home. "I'm your husband now. So let me in."

She shakes her head, crying "No, no, no!" even as her hands obey your will instead of hers, spreading her tiny opening for your flared crown. You place your tip against the stretched, hole - still too small to enter without pushing - and take her in centimeters. You look eyes with her, a growing smile on your face splits into a grin, and she can only watch in paralyzed terror as you nestle your tool, a deadly weapon in her eyes, against the porous barrier that marks her purity. "When I count to three, you'll be my wife... and the mother of my children, Xenia."

At last she breaks the spell of her addiction, but only enough to plead. "Derek, please, this is wrong, this is a crime-"

"One."

"Derek, PLEASE! Do you want money, or... anything else, I'll help you-"

"Two," you half-moan, the pressure building in your cock as an orgasm threatens to blow early.

"I just need a few seconds, Derek, just please take it-" Her words falter, her body jerks, and fresh tears come down; a natural reaction, because you're already in her, centimeters turning to inches, until you bottom out inside of her and finally stop holding back your seed. Her eyes widen as your baby batter floods her womb in tiny spurts through the softening hole of her cervix, all that can come through as you quickly fill her vaginal canal with your addictive love. But it's all she needs: now, with your sixth sense, you look down and can see, with amazement, the waiting ovum already in the uterus proper, now drowning in white. Your sperm, numbering in millions, shoving against it. Breathlessly you watch the siege, coming with reinforcements to batter an already doomed foe.

A breach. A single white cell breaks through, and the chain reaction of your evolution begins. In a few minutes, she would be your ****. You withdraw from your prey and watch a flood of your seed crushed between her thighs as they press together. She rolls over and into a fetal position, her abused cunt continuing to puke your baby batter in a steady trickle down her well-soiled thigh. Satiated at last, you curl up next to her on the cold concrete, and spoon her faux lovingly. Possessively. You smell her piss and then take a deeper inhale of her hair, which smells of lilacs. You scoop her face towards you, cradling that traumatized face with those wide eyes, and marvel at the mess: cheeks wet with tears, drool and cum, nose dripping, red eyes glistening, and with her only clean orifice visible on her head being the ear into which you whisper: "Three."

Her future child binds to her uterus.