Throw away the content

You grab the mug, move and open the nearest window, and pour out the content

"Lordling! what did ye do tha' fer? Tis potion is dear, causes me a pretty penny!" Bera complains

"You don't need to waste money on them," you say as you close the window.

"Wot re ye saying?"

Action speaks louder than words and you decide to do just that. You grab Bera off the table and softly throw her onto the bed. You slowly strip, enjoying the surprised and confused look on her face. You then peel away her clothing, pushing away her half-hearted attempt at stopping you. Once both of you are naked, you open of her legs to see that she's very wet, despite her weak resistance. You rub and slap the tip of your dick against the outside of her pussy and on her throbbing clit. Then you press a little harder against her pussy lips and slowly enter her wet inside, causing Bera to moan. You build up a slow rhythm going inside and outside of her, playing with her breasts, sucking them alternately.

You then slow down a bit and then adjust Bera's legs so that they lock behind your back.

Bera is about to say something about what you're doing but you silence her with lips. While kissing her, you put her arms behind your back as well. You then restart your movement as you let go of your moral teaching and instead revel in the act of illicit breeding with the whore beneath you. Bera is becoming more vocal as the copulation progresses and you can feel her pussy muscles contracting against your dick as her orgasm approached.

You look her in the face and see a look of pure unbridled lust, absently wondering if your expression is similar to hers as you feel begin to lose self-control.

Then Bera's pussy begins to contract and her vaginal clamps tight on your dick, stimulating it beyond control. You moan as you push as far as you can inside her and a large spurt of cum explodes inside her pussy.

There's an expression of ecstatic acceptance of your seeding on Bera's face, the look a woman willingly allowing a man to flood her womb with his seeds in the hope of getting pregnant.

You and Bera probably will regret it tomorrow, but now, you and she know that the orgasm has been mind-blowing because the two of you do it in the way nature has always intended. You are the king and Brera is a lowly wench. Both of you don't really know each other so there's no love between the two of you and sex is predicated on money.

But at that moment, both of you cast away your rationality, and instead rutted like animals for the sake of creating a new life together. The realization you're attempting to sow a bastard child inside the womb of a wench doesn't repulse you at all. Instead, it excites you as your lust-muddled brain, clouded by your own just concluded orgasm, is fervently hoping that you're going to be a father soon.