Agree.

My options were slim: Either I agree and probably die a painful **** and probably never see my wife again, or I disagree and most likely suffer the same fate right then and now. At least the former gave me the faintest of chances to once again hold a conversation with my wife.

"I hate it, but I have no other choice. I'll help you." I finally said.

Beatrix's expression changed to something akin to being overjoyed and I can't believe he is going through with it!

"Human, you will not regret this decision!" Beatrix smacked her hands against my cheeks and leaned in for a wet smooch.

"I hope you're right," I sigh. "this forty-year-old body of mine isn't getting any younger." I complained as my bones began to creak and bend under the weight of Beatrix whom used me as her own personal stool. I was also irritated at the scene and show she was arrogantly showing as her legs were spread wide, offering a clear view of everything. Boy, was I glad she was a devil with some sense of humility.

"Like what you see?" Beatrix gave a suggestive smile.

"No." I went to try and **** her off my lap. "Now get off me."

Beatrix retaliated, pushing me back against the bed. "I thought I might help mend your weary bones." She whispered in my ear. "Or would you rather that maid of yours assist you with that problem instead?"

I laid there, staring up at the French Demoness with her gleaming eyes and I a disgusted look. She was serious. I could tell she would not back down until I gave her an answer. I guess you could say that this was one of those moments where your mind was telling you no, but your body was telling you yes. I had forgotten the rush of adrenaline that came from someone else's advances. I considered the situation, either I allow Beatrix have her way with me and **** me, or I do the same thing with Jennifer. Both sounded rather atrocious.