You can't think of any

You can't think of anything, so the two of you just continue to kiss. Along the way, the kiss stops becoming a deception but becoming a full-on pleasure making act between you and your aunt. Your tongues fencing for supremacy, while both of your hands roam and caress each other with shameless lust. When you break the kiss, you say simply, "Let's go to bed."

It was such a simple suggestion, but both of you want it. Soon, both of you end up naked, and you line up your cock around her already wet pussy. "Put me in, Abigail,"

"But I'm fertile, My Lord."

"Don't worry. It is God's will that determines the outcome of two people making love. Don't you feel the same?"

"Yes, I believe that. I'm married to another person but.., I could get.."

"Pregnant?" you ask.

"Yes, I know I'm getting old, but I'm still fertile so.."

You enter her pussy and push in, forcing a gasp from Sarah. "So good," you gasp as you're completely buried inside her. Slowly, you begin thrusting inside her. "You are so tight, I can't believe you have had three daughters."

"Thank you, My Lord. Its gratifying being told that I bring pleasure to you."

Your thrusts are getting stronger and quicker while Abigail angles her pelvis upward to meet your thrust halfway. Both of you are totally drowned in the act of mating, not really caring anything else but mutual pleasure making. You can feel your balls are tightening, getting ready to release your seeds. The decent thing to do is to warn Abigail and withdraw so that you can cum outside of her pussy. But you find yourself not really wanting to settle for that.

Your lust-fogged brain gives up all pretense of stopping. "I want to come inside you. I'm going to make your adulterous womb swell with my bastard." The fact Sir Trindon was near the door, probably stroking his cock to time with you and Abigail's copulation, didn't faze you. Since he had signed her away, it was up to you to do as you please, even if she's still his wife.

"Very well, My Lord. Get me pregnant with your love child,"

You pick up the pace, fucking Abigail faster and faster, until it hit you. You thrust into her one final time and let it go, filling her womb with your seeds, all the while she is clasping you tightly. And then it is over. You collapse on top of her, shifting the weight a bit to as not to crush her. "We gave him a good show, didn't we?" you say as you kiss her.

"He had left while we're still clothed."