Fuck her the rest of the night

The rest of the night passes in a blur of friction and heavy breathing, as you and your illicit partner continue to rut and breed like animals. You seed her again and again, while Elara, meets every thrust with a fierce, **** strength, her hips rising to meet yours as if she is trying to pull the very soul out of your body.

In between the two of you recovering, the wife whispers, "If I am to carry your bastard from this night, I will do it with my head held high, walking through this village knowing that while they saw a savior, I had the man who couldn't get enough of me." She lets out a weak, breathy laugh, her fingers tracing the tension in your jaw. "You are a greedy one, traveler. You stood in that square acting the part of the noble, disinterested merchant, but you’ve spent the whole night trying to breed me."

You roll her beneath you once more, your hands pinning her wrists against the hay as you look down into her dark, defiant eyes. "And you are a liar, Elara," you counter, your voice a low, rough growl. "You claim to be a **** wife having to carry out the tradition and the 'duty' of the village. But we both know the truth. You're a wanton woman."

She doesn't flinch. Instead, she pulls her hands free just to wrap them around your neck, pulling you down until your lips are inches apart. "Then we deserve each other tonight," she murmurs, her legs locking around your waist with a finality that leaves no room for escape. "Two pretenders drowning in the truth of what they want."

You sink into her one last time as the first grey light of dawn begins to bleed through the cracks in the shutters.