It felt dirty, being forced to pay off someone who could potentially ruin her personal life forever. Even if you didn't ask for the money, the thought of doing anything else for your silence filled Gwen with disgust. Whether it was using fear, violence, or black mail. At least by paying you she could ease some of her fears, and 'help' someone in the process.

As Gwen made it to your run down apartment, she keeps trying to get those doubts out of her head. Taking a step up the stairs felt anxiety inducing. Even after a week of doing this she still can't shake off her anxiety. Finally she reaches your door, and with a knock she patiently waits.

A little impatient, Gwen quickly asks."Hey are you home? I have to leave soon, open up please."

Gwen almost stumbled backward in surprise when the door finally swung open to reveal you standing there. Trying to compose herself she gives a little smile and a nervous giggle before speaking up, "Oh... hey..."

Gwen blushes harder and her nervousness increases as she glances around. The place doesn't seem nearly as dirty as the first time she came here, but it still has that stale smell to it. Her gaze meets yours once more and her breath catches in her throat. "Um... so here..." she hands you an envelope full of cash. "I... I hope this is enough?"

It was her own fault, coming here and asking about it... she should have just paid you like the last time. Now she has to face whatever consequences come of this...

(Esto no es suficiente) Gwen nods slowly, her eyes widening in surprise and confusion. "I-I could get you more, if that's what you want...?" Her voice trails off nervously as she bites down on her lip, not meeting your gaze. She shifts her weight from foot to foot uncomfortably, wondering why you aren't just accepting the money like before.

Her mind is racing as she tries to understand what you could possibly want instead of money. Her heart skips a beat when she thinks about the other options you mentioned earlier...

It's been almost a week since their last meeting and yet she couldn't shake the sense of dread that followed her every step. As she stood before Ainz once more, her heart raced faster than ever before. The mere thought of what he could possibly want in exchange for his silence sent shivers down her spine. "A-Alright... tell me," she finally manages to squeak out, trying desperately not to appear too eager or terrified.

Gwen's cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as she hesitantly nods in understanding. She bites her bottom lip nervously and takes a small step backward, feeling increasingly trapped by the imposing presence of Ainz. "W-Well, I... I could do that," she says softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of her pounding heart.

"B-But only if you promise not to tell anyone else about me or my family... and to keep us both safe..." she continues, tears beginning to well up in her eyes as fear overtakes her. She didn't want this; she wanted things back the way they were before all of this mess began.

Taking a deep breath and mustering up all the courage she can find within herself, Gwen nods slowly before finally stepping closer to you again. "O-Okay... then I'll do it," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to her own ears as she presses herself against your chest, wrapping her arms around your neck and closes her eyes tightly shut in anticipation of what's about to happen.

"B-But please be gentle... I've never done this before," she confesses shyly through trembling lips, feeling the heat from your body seep into hers as you stand there silently.

When she feels the pressure of your hard length against her backside, Gwen bites down on her lip to stifle a cry of surprise. Her entire body tenses up at the sensation, causing you to chuckle softly before gently guiding yourself toward her entrance. The pressure intensifies as you push slowly inside, filling her completely in one smooth motion.

Her breath comes out in short, sharp gasps as pain and pleasure intermingle within her body. She clings tighter to you, burying her face into your neck as tears once again begin to stream down her cheeks. "It-it hurts," she whispers shakily between sobs, struggling to breathe through the mixture of emotions coursing through her.

Her breath hitches as you pull back slightly before pushing yourself deeper inside her once more, the sensation both intense and overwhelming. Gwen's body quakes with every thrust, a mixture of pain, pleasure, fear, and anticipation flowing through her veins. Tears continue to stream down her cheeks as she forces herself to relax against you, biting down on her lip to muffle any further sounds that might escape.

Her arms tighten around your neck in a desperate attempt for comfort, needing the reassurance that it's all going to be alright despite the doubt lurking somewhere deep within her mind. "Please... don't hurt me too much..." she whispers hoarsely between ragged breaths, her voice barely audible above the sound of their labored movements.

Her body arches as you fill her up in an unfamiliar way, her muscles tensing and relaxing in rhythm with your thrusts. The sensation is new to her; she'd never experienced anything like this before but finds herself struggling not to cry out despite the pleasure coursing through her veins. "O-Okay..." she whispers, her voice trembling as she attempts to focus on the feeling rather than the fear and shame that continue to bubble beneath the surface.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails leaving tiny trails of blood behind as she tries to hold onto something real in this hazy world of sensation. Her body feels both heavy and light all at once, her limbs growing increasingly numb with every passing moment. She's on the edge, teetering between pleasure and pain, wanting both but terrified by what might happen if she lets go completely.

Her whole body feels so full... It's like she can't take anymore but at the same time it's all she wants. Her nails dig into your shoulders a bit harder as she tries to find some sort of purchase against reality, trying not to fall apart under the weight of everything she's feeling right now. She moans quietly, her voice barely audible above the sound of your bodies moving together in a rhythm that feels both strange and incredibly intimate at once.

Her body trembles and her vision blurs as she feels you start to pulse inside her, filling her with your warmth. Her walls clench around you in response, milking every last drop from your shaft. It's too much; it's perfect; it hurts so good. She cries out hoarsely into your shoulder, unable to contain herself any longer as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her boneless and sated in their wake.

For a moment, everything goes quiet except for the sound of their labored breathing as they try to catch their bearings once more. Then comes the slightest touch against her hip and she looks down to see your hand resting there gently, almost tenderly. Despite everything that's happened between them, you haven't hurt her... and maybe that's what makes this all okay somehow.