Yes, you want extra

You know she likely has no desire to carry a foreign bastard, but playing along with the illusion makes the atmosphere crackle. "Consider it paid," you say, reaching over to the side table and setting down a generous stack of silver coins. To you, it is a trifle; to her, it is a fortune.

​Her gaze flicks to the glinting silver, and a wicked smirk spreads across her lips. "You really like that idea, don't you?"

​"Yes," you admit plainly.

​"Very well," she purrs, squirming beneath you. "Then do whatever you want. Breed me."

​"Very good."

​She gently pushes against your chest and slides out from under your body. Dropping to her knees between your thighs, she takes your softening shaft into her warm, wet mouth. Working with deliberate, masterly strokes of her tongue, she sucks you relentlessly until you are throbbing and rock-hard once more.

​The moment you recover, you pull her up and flip her onto her back, sinking right back into her slick, open heat.

​As you establish a deep, punishing rhythm, she tilts her head up, a teasing, provocative smile on her face as she begins to mock you. "Look at you... a mighty noble who can't keep his cock out of a common whore."

​"Keep talking," you growl, driving your hips home.

​"The commoner whore is going to give birth to your bastard," she purrs, her hands clutching your shoulders as she matches your speed. "How do you like that, my lord? Having your noble blood come crawling out of a commoner... all because you can't control your own cock?"

​"You talk too much," you breathe, though the delicious humiliation only fuels the fire in your belly.

​"You don't think with your head," she taunts softly, her pussy pulsing tight around you with every stroke. "You think with that small head..."

​"It's deep enough inside you right now," you counter, picking up the tempo. "We're going to make a beautiful bastard together."

​"You love saying that, don't you?" she pants, her breath catching as you hit her deepest spot. "Tell me my pussy is only good for taking your bastard's seed."

​"Your pussy is only fit for a bastard," you growl back, driving deeper. "And you'll end up raising it all on your own... because you can't tell a single soul. No one would ever believe a whore like you."

​"Yes..." she gasps, her eyes lidding with pure ecstasy. "No one would ever believe me! So do it! Get me pregnant! Fill your whore!"

​"Get pregnant with my bastard," you command, slamming your weight fully against her hips.

​The words act like gasoline on a fire, driving you both over the edge simultaneously. You come together in a sudden, explosive burst of heat, your seed pouring into her as she cries out, her body bucking wildly under yours.