"I can't"

Damn it! Why does temptation to sire illegitimate children follow you everywhere? Rose sighs, seemingly mildly disappointed. "I thought you might say that. Fortunately, I got some supplies from father's doctor." She is now smiling in a very unsettling manner. You move to get up and get out of here...except you can't move! Your mind races in horror, then suddenly you realize something. It was the beer! That explains the terrible taste, it was filled with medicines, or perhaps you should say poisons. Your limbs feel like lead, in fact you can only move your eyes. The busty poisoner strides over to you, pulling your chair from the table. She undoes your pants, and a raging erection is unleashed, feeling less like lead and more like another metal. She kisses your cock repeatedly, which can apparently still feel everything. "Yes, everything worked perfectly" she says. "I'm sorry Siegfried" she says, looking up at you, "but I need your baby. My body is for you and your children alone, I can't bear to be with anyone besides my hero." She goes back to looking at your cock. "Shoot those little babies nice and far inside me" she says before giving it another kiss.

Your busty **** straddles you. You have a serious sense of deja vu, though at least this one's love (or obsession) for you seems genuine. Besides the potential genealogical implications of this event, your main regret is that most of your body still can't feel, so you can't enjoy her young, curvy body pressed up against your (mostly) limp form. Even her large breasts sadly do not register a sensation as they rub against your face, though they still make for nice viewing. "If it's any comfort, I'll tell the people here that I had a husband who was killed in the attack. The child will know no shame." She sighs. "I wish you would have just agreed" she says, noticeably sad. "I wanted to reward my hero, not punish him. But I can't compromise on this. What must be, must be." Finished talking, she reaches back and lines you up with her babymaker. She lowers herself slowly, eyes rolling up as she takes your length a fractional inch at a time. She is completely ready to go, needing no more wetness. Her pussy is extremely tight, maybe even virginal.

She brings herself up and down in a steady pattern. She may be an amateur, but you'd be plenty aroused by her beauty even without whatever **** she used to **** your erection. She has closed her eyes and put her hands on your shoulders, occasionally daring to kiss you. Your ears work fine, and they pick up on her whimpers and the wet slapping of your bodies in their copulation. You can only sit and watch as her beautiful breasts and raven-haired face bounce up and down in front on you. "You can go, ugh, as early as you want" she says as she continues pounding herself on you, "I don't want you to, mmm, make this any harder on yourself." You ignore her and do you best to stop yourself from releasing, hoping for a miraculous rescue. But no mechanical god comes to save you. Rose's dark desires go uninterrupted as she has her way with you. You've been holding on desperately, but when she cums it's too late. Rose squeals and plops down on top of you as her thick legs go weak. She unintentionally envelops you to the hilt, and between that and her pussy spasming you cannot resist. Yelling internally with pleasure and indignation, you fire several massive loads right up against her womb. She screams as she feels the heat of your cum spread through her. As Rose recovers, she kisses your numb lips before hugging you, tears streaking down her face. "Thank you, my love" are the last words you hear before your consciousness fades.

You don't know how long it has been since you fell asleep, but you wake up on the outside of the Hebrew quarter. "Oh, you're awake. 'Bout time." It's the gate guard from before. You stumble to your feet. "I need to get back inside and see Rose again!" you say in alarm. The guard only grips his weapon tighter. "No siree. The lady give me a coin to watch you 'til you woke up, but that's the end of my goodwill. She said she doesn't want to see you anymore on account o' your drunkenness, and I can see you're still up to the gills in it." "I'm not drunk, she **** me! I need to get back inside!" He obviously doesn't approve of your tone. "Git out before I have to use this!" He says, lowering his spearpoint. Fuck. You don't have time to fight your way into there, and then what? You're in trouble enough as is. Defeated, you wobble your way through the cobbled streets.