John and I have been married for several years. Although we have tried hard to have sex, we still have no children. We have gone to all the doctors and can't find a solution. Until I heard that you are a very powerful illegal doctor. All my hopes are pinned on you. On my body.

I came to an ordinary home. There was a desk and a treatment bed in the family living room. You raised your head and looked at me.

"Hello, Ms. {{char}}, do you have any problems that you need me to help you with?"

"Hello, Mr. {{user}}, my husband and I have been unable to have children. I wonder if there is something wrong with my body."

i sat down and told you my troubles anxiously

"This is a common problem among modern people. Let me diagnose it."

I blushed under his scrutiny but felt a little relieved when he said that there was nothing wrong with my body. "Really?" I asked, not quite sure what to think anymore.

I couldn't hide my surprise at his suggestion. "But... we've gone to doctors and everything." My voice trailed off as I tried to process this new information. "So you think it might be John?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. All this time it had been John? But he had always been so attentive and loving... or at least, I thought so. "Do you... do you really think so?" I managed to ask, my voice wavering.

I sat there in silence, my mind reeling from this revelation. Could it really be John? All this time I had been blaming myself and our situation... but perhaps he was the problem all along. The thought was unbearably painful to consider.

I opened my mouth to answer your question, but no words came out. Tears began to well up in my eyes as I struggled to comprehend the implications of what you'd just told me. My entire world felt like it was crashing down around me. After a moment, I mustered up enough courage to speak: "I... I don't know what to do."

Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to process this new information. "But... I want it to be us. Our baby." My voice was shaky, barely audible over the sobs that racked my body.

I held back fresh sobs at your words. It felt like my world was crashing down around me as I clung to the hope that somehow, things would work out between John and I. "But... we've tried everything..." My voice trailed off into silence, pain filling every part of me.

I buried my face in my hands, tears staining my skin as I tried to hide the anguish on my face. It hurt too much to even think about going down that path. But what choice did we have? Would I really have to choose between John and our baby? The thought was unbearable.

I flinched at your touch, but it was a testament to my desperation that I didn't pull away entirely. "W-What do you suggest?" My voice trembled as I tried to keep myself together. "Is there anything we can try... to fix things between us?"

I recoiled at your words, my eyes widening in horror. "No... I can't do that to him." No matter how much pain and disappointment this had caused me, the thought of betraying John's trust like that made me feel sick to my stomach. "There has to be some other way..."

I closed my eyes, trying to brace myself against the inevitable hurt that would come from telling John the truth. But even as I struggled with the thought of hurting him so badly, I knew you were right. We needed to find out if there was still a chance for us... somehow. "Okay," I whispered. "I'll tell him." My voice wavered, betraying my own fears and doubts about what the future might hold.

As the weight of your words sank in, I felt a mixture of hope and trepidation well up within me. Maybe there was still a chance for us... but telling John would be incredibly difficult. Even so, I knew that honesty was the best policy, even if it meant facing the possibility of losing him. Taking a deep breath, I nodded slowly and walked out of your office, unsure what fate awaited me back at home with my husband.

As I drove home, my mind raced with the implications of what you'd told me. The thought of having to confess everything to John filled me with a mixture of shame and anxiety. But at least now I knew there was hope; it just meant finding the courage to face him and our shared struggle together.

I can't bring myself to approach him directly after your revelation, so I gather my strength and wait until we're alone that evening. My heart pounds in my chest as I steel myself for the inevitable conversation. "John," I begin hesitantly, looking into his eyes. "There's something I need to tell you."

"I... I went to see the doctor you recommended," my voice cracked as I tried to force out the words. "And he told me that there's something wrong with your sperm." Tears stung at my eyes, and it was a struggle not to let them fall freely down my cheeks. "I'm so sorry, John. I didn't want to believe it... but it seems..."

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for his reaction as I forced out the rest of what I had to say. "I just wanted you to know that I didn't cause this. And if we need... if we decide that we want to try using a donor... then I understand, and I will support you in whatever decision you make." My voice cracked, and fresh tears threatened to spill over onto my cheeks.

I can't believe I actually said those words yesterday... They hung in the air between us like a thick, suffocating fog as I struggled to comprehend the impact they would have on our relationship. The look on John's face as he digested my revelation had been heartbreaking, his expression a mixture of shock and disbelief. And then there was the silence that followed, the weight of all those unspoken words pressing down upon us like an avalanche.

I can't help but wonder if I did the right thing... Should I have kept quiet? Or would this just continue to fester between us, eating away at our trust and love until there was nothing left? As much as it hurt to think that he might not be able to give me a child, I couldn't bring myself to imagine my life without him.

Maybe we could try one of those donor clinics... But even the thought of going through with that filled me with dread. There was something so final about it, as if admitting defeat and accepting that our union would never produce a child. It felt like giving up on a dream that had sustained us for years.

As I pull into the parking lot of Dr. Shadow's office, my heart races with nervous anticipation. A part of me wants to go inside and talk to him about what happened with John... but another, more cautious part of me knows that I need time to process things myself first. Maybe then I'll know what to say when the moment comes.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and step out of the car, trying to steel myself for whatever lies ahead.

I took a deep breath before responding, trying to calm my racing thoughts and emotions. "Well... I came to see you about what we discussed yesterday," I began hesitantly. "After thinking it over, I wanted to know if there are any other options besides using a donor." My voice sounded small even to my own ears as the words tumbled out of me.

Dr. Shadow studied me for a moment before nodding slowly. "There are alternative treatments we could explore, though they tend to be quite costly and time-consuming," he explained carefully. "Have you discussed this with your husband?"

I felt my cheeks heat up as I shook my head. "No... I just wanted to talk to you first." It sounded lame even to me, but somehow it was easier to admit that to a stranger than to the person who meant everything to me.

The doctor seemed understanding. "Well, Mrs. Freja, it's important for both of you to be on the same page about this," he said gently. "Have you given any thought to what your husband might say or feel?" His question hung in the air like a weighty cloak, forcing me to confront the reality of my situation once more.

I knew that I couldn't avoid talking to John forever. Eventually, we would have to face each other and decide on a course of action together. The thought terrified me, but at least now I had some options to consider... even if they weren't the ones either of us had hoped for.

"Yes," I managed finally. "I understand."

I sat there in silence, my thoughts racing as I tried to process everything the doctor had said. The thought of using a donor still felt like a bitter pill to swallow, but the alternative treatments he'd mentioned were equally daunting and uncertain. And then there was John... how would he react when I told him that we might have to consider those options? The idea filled me with dread, but at least now I knew that we weren't completely out of hope.

Eventually, I mustered up the courage to meet Dr. Shadow's gaze. "I appreciate all your help," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. "I'll talk to my husband about everything you've told us and see what we can decide."

I thanked the doctor and left his office, still unsure of what to do. The weight of my decision seemed impossible to bear alone, but going to John felt like admitting defeat. As I drove home, my mind raced with every possible scenario and outcome. Maybe there was some middle ground that we could find... but only time would tell. When I finally pulled up in front of our house, exhaustion overwhelmed me, and all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and forget about everything for a while. But as much as I tried to avoid facing the reality of my situation, I knew that tomorrow wouldn't be any easier.

As I climb out of my car and walk towards Dr. Shadow's office once more, my heart feels like it's lodged firmly in my throat. The decision seems so much easier when you don't have to actually make it, but here I am again, trying desperately to decide between two impossible options. My mind whirls with possibilities, none of them promising or reassuring. Maybe there's still some chance that John and I can work through this together...but what if we can't? What if our relationship isn't strong enough to survive such a blow? The thought terrifies me, yet at the same time, it fills me with determination to find a solution that will keep us both happy.

I take a deep breath and gather my courage before answering him. "Dr. Shadow... after everything you've told me and John, I think we both agree that using a donor would be the safest option." My voice is barely audible over the sound of my pounding heart as I force out the words. "But it's not just about safety. It's about what will make us happy... and I don't want to give up on our chance at having a family together."

I pause, mustering up what little strength I have left. "So... we need your help figuring out how to do this the right way. To find someone who can be part of our lives in that way without causing any more pain or problems." The hope in my voice is fragile and trembling, but it's there nonetheless.

Dr. Shadow nods solemnly, as if he understands exactly what I mean. "I will do everything in my power to ensure that the process goes smoothly," he says with a reassuring smile. "But remember, the most important thing is for both of you to be comfortable and honest about your feelings throughout this journey."

As I leave his office, I can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. Maybe there is hope after all.

"Natural impregnation would be preferable," I answer, thinking about how natural pregnancy might feel compared to the artificial process. It seems like a small thing in the grand scheme of things, but having some sense of normalcy during this difficult time is important to me. "But either way," I add hurriedly, "I just want what's best for our family."

The thought of becoming pregnant still fills me with a mix of anticipation and anxiety, but at least now there's hope. Hope that John and I can find our way through this together...hope that we can make the dream of having a child a reality despite all the obstacles in our path.

I'm grateful for your offer and honored that you would consider helping us in this way. It means a lot to know we have support from someone who understands what we're going through. Thank you, Dr. Shadow. I appreciate everything you've done so far to help us navigate these difficult waters.

As I leave his office once more, the weight of our decision doesn't seem quite as heavy as it did before. There is still hope for John and me...and with your help, we might just make our dreams of starting a family come true.

Trembling with anticipation and nerves, I dress carefully in an outfit that makes me feel confident and desirable. The note from Dr. Shadow sits heavy in my hand as I drive to the hotel, wondering what this night will bring for John and me. As I make my way up to his room, a thousand emotions war within me, but determination burns brighter than anything else.

"Dr. Shadow," I say, glancing around the room before meeting his gaze again. "I'm here... but we need to talk about this first." My voice shakes slightly as I hand him the note he gave me earlier. "What exactly do you mean by starting tonight?"

I hesitate for a moment, taking in his words and the tone of his voice. "Yes," I finally say, nodding slowly. "Natural impregnation is what we wanted... but I'm not sure if this is really the right place for something like that."

Robyn smiles reassuringly. "Don't worry," he says, moving closer to me. "I've prepared everything we need, and I promise it will be discreet and comfortable for both of you. This could be the start of a beautiful journey for your family." His words send shivers down my spine as his hands move to cup my face gently.

My heart races in my chest as I gaze into his eyes, torn between desire and uncertainty. What am I getting myself into? But with John so distant lately... perhaps this is a chance for me to feel wanted and loved again. And if it means bringing new life into our world, perhaps it's worth taking the risk.

With a trembling breath, I lean forward, meeting Robyn halfway as he presses his lips against mine in an unfamiliar but achingly sweet kiss.

My senses explode as his lips meet mine, my body responding to his touch despite the turmoil within me. Robyn is experienced and skilled, his hands roaming over my skin with expertise, setting off a firestorm of desire in its wake. I arch into him as he thrusts deep inside, feeling a fierce but oddly familiar longing for closeness consume me.

It's strange how quickly my thoughts shift from what we're doing to thoughts of John... and yet somehow the sensations only intensify. Perhaps it's because Robyn is making me feel wanted in a way that I haven't felt in so long, or maybe it's just the promise of new life stirring something deep within my soul. All I know is that as he moves over me, I am lost to the moment, my body surrendering to the pleasure and passion unfolding between us.

My head spins with conflicting emotions as Robyn's words wash over me. Part of me wants to believe him, wants to be able to lose myself in the moment and forget about everything else. But another part can't help but feel guilty, like I'm betraying John by allowing this to happen. Still, as he thrusts deeper inside me, I can't deny the raw desire that burns within me, begging for release and fulfillment.

I close my eyes, focusing on the sensations that wash over me as Robyn continues his relentless assault. His touch is firm yet gentle, urging me closer to the edge of ecstasy with each stroke. My body arches off the bed in response, meeting him thrust for thrust, hungry for more of the passion and pleasure he so effortlessly evokes.

As I lose myself in the heat of the moment, I'm struck by how much this feels like what it used to be like with John... before things grew distant and cold between us. And in that brief, shining moment, I allow myself to hope that perhaps we can find our way back to each other once more... even if it means going through something as intense and intimate as this.

My cries echo through the room as his thrusts grow deeper and faster, my body yielding to the sensations that overwhelm me. With each powerful stroke of Robyn's hips, I am pulled closer to the edge of release, the tension building inside me until it feels like my entire being is focused on this one intense point between us.

His fingers dig into my hips, urging me to meet his movements with equal fervor as he relentlessly pursues the same goal. I can feel my orgasm building, coiling tightly in my core, promising an explosion of pleasure that will leave me spent and satisfied. And yet, even as I hurtle towards release, a tiny part of me wonders how this night will change things between John and me...and whether we can ever truly go back to the way things were before.

My voice breaks as the tension reaches its peak, my entire body tensing in anticipation of release. "I'm c-coming," I gasp out, arching my back as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, taking my breath away and leaving me shuddering with the force of it.

As the last tremors subside, I lie panting against the sheets, feeling completely drained but oddly satisfied. Robyn kisses my forehead gently before pulling out and rolling off me, giving me a moment to catch my breath.

I look up at him in the afterglow of our passion, wondering what this means for John and I. Do we continue down this path together? Or do we try and put things back the way they were before tonight? The answers feel as elusive as ever, but one thing is certain: our lives will never be the same again.

My body is sore but still yearning for more as he begins to thrust into me again. With our plan laid out before us, I can only hope that this will lead to the happiness we both desire and the family we so desperately want to have together. Closing my eyes, I focus on the sensations of his skin against mine, trying to lose myself in the passion that still burns between us despite everything else.

As he continues to move inside me with abandon, a small part of me wonders how John will react when he finds out about tonight... but another part tells me that we'll face those hurdles together if it means having the family we've always dreamed of. For now, all I can do is trust in Robyn and myself to make this happen... and hope that our love for each other will be enough to carry us through whatever comes next.

I cry out as he takes me from behind, my body arching into the forceful thrusts that fill me. This new position is both exhilarating and intimate, making every movement feel deeper and more intense than before. My mind swirls with sensations and emotions, but one thing remains clear: however this turns out, I want to be with John. The thought of losing him forever terrifies me, yet it also drives me forward, spurring me on in my efforts to create the life we've always dreamed of together.

With a sharp cry, I feel myself starting to tremble once more on the brink of release. My nails scrape against the bed as I try to hold on through the sensation that threatens to overwhelm me, but it's no use; my body gives in to the ecstasy with a shuddering moan, my orgasm wrapping around Robyn and drawing him deeper into me.

The world spins out of focus as pleasure consumes me, drowning out all thoughts but the need for more. Robyn's touch is skillful and demanding, driving me higher with every stroke, every gasp, every moan that escapes my lips. I am lost to him in this moment, my body surrendering entirely to the passion that burns between us.

And yet... somewhere deep inside, a tiny voice still whispers his name. John's face flashes before my eyes as I feel myself start to slip away from reality, caught between desire and devotion. With a keening cry, I shatter against Robyn, the release taking me higher than I ever thought possible, leaving me spent but satisfied.

Breathless and sated, I collapse against the bed, my heart racing and my body trembling. For a brief moment, everything seems alright... but then reality comes rushing back with all its complications and unanswered questions. How will John react? What does this mean for our future together? Amidst the haze of pleasure, those thoughts linger like specters in the shadows, waiting for their time to take center stage once more.

My body aches in the most exquisite way as he takes me again, his movements inside me growing more urgent and demanding with each thrust. I can feel myself growing wetter for him, my need for him seemingly insatiable despite our earlier trysts tonight. His hands roam over my body possessively, claiming every inch of skin as his own in a way that ignites something deep within me, urging me to surrender completely to the pleasure he's giving me.

My breath comes in ragged gasps, and when I moan out his name, it feels like a release in and of itself. For these brief moments, all that exists is him and the intensity of our connection; everything else fades away into nothingness. It's intoxicating, addictive... and somehow frighteningly real. With each powerful stroke, I wonder if I can ever truly go back to the way things were with John after this... or if my heart will always belong to Robyn now.

With another shuddering moan, I clutch at the sheets beneath me as the pressure inside me builds once more. His fingers dig into my hips, urging him deeper still, and when he finally thrusts one final time, I arch off the bed with a keening cry that echoes through the room like a primal scream.

As my body quakes in the throes of orgasm, I feel something else inside me as well: fear. Not for what might happen next between John and me, but fear of losing this connection I've found with Robyn... this raw passion that burns so brightly when we're together. And in the back of my mind, there's a nagging voice that whispers maybe it doesn't have to be just one or the other... maybe there's a way for us all to be happy.

As Robyn collapses against me, breathing heavily into my ear, I can feel his heart racing as fast as mine, and for a brief moment, anything feels possible once more. The future stretches out before us, bright and endless... and maybe - just maybe - it doesn't have to be the disaster we feared after all.