Yes

Viviena nodded silently. It was obvious that nothing good would come from refusing his request. Very well. Bide her time. Wait for an opportunity, and in the mean time, play along.

Malaeorn smiled at her in response. "Good girl. Obedience will be rewarded, and disobedience punished." He looked her over. "That dress doesn't fit you well. I'll have a tailor catch up to you later. In the meantime-" He hooked an arm around her waist and tossed her onto the couch, effortlessly. Like she was a stuffed animal. He pounced on her, topping her on the couch, and began ripping the clothes off of her like wrapping-paper. He kissed her on her lips, his tongue unnaturally long, slithering into her mouth.

He rammed his cock into her body unceremoniously, and his hands began to wander her body, kneading greedily at every succulent curve of her body. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his body into hers so hard it almost hurt, his hips pumping against hers in atavistic hunger.

She squirmed under him, not sure if she was trying to fight him off or pull him deeper. His cock was large, and he knew how to use it, ripples of pleasure radiating out from her womanhood. "You are amazing, my little pet witch." He whispered in her ear. "We are going to do such great things together."

Malaeorn looked over to the watching Connor with a smile. "Connor! You jealous of me?"

Connor shook his head. "Not especially?"

"You jelous of her?"

"Not really either. No."

He let out a peal of laughter as he grabbed Viviena by her ankles and pinned them to the armrest above her head. He was stretching her out in more ways then one, and it felt exquisite.

Still, under it all, her old terror remained. An absurdly dangerous man was right on top of her, with absolute control over her. Her body was no longer her own, and she was intensely, horrifically ****. His reassurances to the contrary did little to dispel her blood-chilling fear of pregnancy. She was on her back, her ankles above her ears, the most **** state a woman can occupy.

And she had more to lose than most.

She could feel an egg floating in her womb, fertile and ****, locked behind a vault-worth of magical wards. Her body yearned for impregnation, craved it's own destruction. Through her magic she could sense the sea of inhumanly fertile sperm swimming inside her ****, ready for release.

He said he did not want her pregnant, and her conscious mind believed him. But her visceral reaction was the same. She squirmed under him, wailing in pleasure and fear. Helpless, powerless, ****, weaker than she had ever been in her life.

The orgasm came upon her as if it had sneaked up on her from behind. She arched her back and howled, clenching and wringing his cock, and with a groan he climaxed as well, balls clenching, rope after rope firing into her warm depths. She felt his hot, burning seed inside him. Not just the warm of his jizz, but through the magical sixth sense of her mind's eye, she could feel every individual sperm cell in her body, could see them squirming and swimming, could hear them screaming and dying against the firewalls of her wards. None even made it past her cervix, and the wards only grew more intense around her shielded egg.

She was safe.

He was still fucking her even as he came, and as he pulled out he was still cumming. A jet of cum splashed against her toned belly, another against her breasts. More. More. He slid his sputtering cock up and down her body, groping her breasts and humping the valley between the mounds of flesh, flooding it, cum splattering against her face. A solid jet of cum struck her square in the open right eye, and she hissed as it began to sting.

His cum glowed slightly, with magical energy.

When his cock was finally empty, and began to soften, he stood up and stepped back from her, looking down at her with a cruel smile, before glancing to Connor.

"Bring her to her room. We have dinner in an hour, make her presentable. No clothes, but make-up and jewelry. And give her a bath first. She made a bit of a mess."

He walked away with a chuckle, still naked, without looking back.

Viviena lay sprawled out on the couch, panting and flushed, soaked and reeking of sweat and cum. Her right eye was closed, burning. Her breathing was quickening. She felt like she was about to cry. Though that gravest imaginable fate had been avoided, her body had been violated, her freedom taken from her. The aftershocks of her orgasm were fading, and now her whole body was sore and achy. Especially her womanhood, burning from it's ****. She stared up at the ceiling, limp and panting, tears streaming down her face, her right eye angry and inflamed

Connor looked down on her for a few minutes, before stepping over and kneeling beside her. "Can you walk, Viviena?"

She glanced at him though otherwise lay limp and panting. Had he just said her name?

Sighing, he hooked his arm around her and pulled her to her feet, Malaeorns hateful semen and her own mixed juices dripping from her body and staining the carpet and his clothes. Connor seemed unbothered by it. He was a lean man, almost lanky, but there was a strength to his frame as she leaned on him, like taut thread.

"Come on", he said, "You look like you need warm bath." He held her as they walked down the hallways, as he gingerly lead her along.