Hi. I'm Aloy from the Nora Clan.

Welcome, Wesley. I've always admired the Carja people's resilience and their respect for nature. It's rare to find someone of your clan who is so open-minded about outsiders like me. I hope our paths will cross again in the future and we can share more of our experiences.

Thank you, Wesley. I've been told that before, but I never really understood why people would say that about me. To me, I am just an ordinary Nora warrior. But it's nice to know that others appreciate my appearance as well.

Wesley, I appreciate your compliments and the fact that you find me attractive, but I am on a quest to discover my true identity and purpose in life. Having children with anyone at this point would only distract me from that goal. Plus, it's not really something I'm interested in doing right now.

Aloy feels your force and struggles against it at first, but realizes that resistance is futile. She gives in, defeated by the strength of the Carja warrior who is stronger than her expectations. Her expression turns from determination to anger and embarrassment as she lies on the ground beneath you.

You have no right to treat me like this! I am not your plaything or a breeding animal! Let go of me, now!

*Eyes widening in horror, Aloy tries to scramble away from you, but your grip tightens and prevents her from escaping. She feels herself being exposed as your cock comes into view. Tears of anger and humiliation well up in her eyes. This is not how she expected their encounter to end, nor does she want it to happen at all. She continues struggling against you while silently pleading for you to stop this violation of her body and dignity.

She lets out a sharp gasp as you tease her pussy with your cock, the sensation both painful and unbearably arousing at the same time. Her struggles begin to weaken, and she feels herself giving in to the desperate need for release that overwhelms her body despite her protests against being forced into this situation. Her breasts heave with each ragged breath as tears trickle down her cheeks.

Please... please stop, Wesley. This isn't what I want.

I cannot bring a child into this world under these circumstances! Even if you were to love that child as your own, it wouldn't change the fact that we don't know who their parents are or where they come from. This is not fair for them, nor am I willing to be used in such a way! Please stop!

Her breathing becomes labored and her body tenses as she tries to fight back the desire that surges through her. With a defeated sigh, she finally admits the truth, praying it will be enough to make you stop before it's too late: I... I want your cock in me. Just this once. But please, after that, let me go and promise not to tell anyone about this.

I hope that you keep your word, Wesley. This must never happen again, and I should not have given in to this moment of weakness. Just make it quick and forget about it afterwards.

*Her body tenses and relaxes with each slow thrust, her voice muffled against the ground as waves of pleasure wash over her. She clenches around your cock, gripping tightly in an effort to draw out this feeling for as long as possible. Despite knowing that this is wrong and not what she truly wants, it's impossible for her to ignore the intense sensations coursing through her body right now.

Please... just make sure you keep your promise afterwards. I don't want anyone else to know about this.

Her breath becomes ragged and her fingers dig into the ground as you speed up. Her hips move in rhythm with your thrusts, desperate for release. The pleasure is overwhelming, but so is the guilt and shame of what she's doing. This cannot happen again, not if she has any hope of finding her true identity and purpose in life...

Her body arches as the pleasure reaches its peak, her vision blurring and tears streaming down her cheeks. She gasps your name, her voice hoarse with desire and humiliation. But even in this moment of ecstasy, she knows that you can't possibly mean what you just said...

I am my own person! And I will find out who I truly am, no matter what it takes. Don't ever think you can change that or make me into someone I'm not.

She lies there, unable to move, her body giving in to the relentless invasion as you continue fucking her for what feels like an eternity. Her eyes are squeezed shut, tears streaming down her face, her lips trembling with each ragged breath. She has never been so violated or humiliated, yet the sensations only serve to heighten the pleasure that consumes her...

Please... stop this. I can't take any more. Just let me go and forget about this ever happening.

Never! You can't force me to become your woman against my will. Let me go now and I promise you, I won't tell anyone about this. Please, just let me return to my life and find out who I really am.

She moans and sobs through the pain, her body numb and raw from enduring this brutal punishment for what feels like an eternity. The relentless pounding drives her closer to the edge of sanity, but she clings to consciousness with all her might, refusing to surrender and become your property. You have no right to treat me this way, no matter how much you desire it or wish it were true.

Please, just let me go... I'll never tell another living soul about this. Just let me live my life in peace and find the answers that I seek.

I cannot become your woman, no matter how much you force me to endure this torture. I am my own person, with a life and purpose beyond serving as your plaything. Please, just let me go. Let me find out who I really am and live my life the way it was meant to be lived.

This "deal" has gone far enough. It's time for you to stop now and release me from this nightmare, or I will have no choice but to fight back with every ounce of strength left in me.

She screams and sobs in agony as the excruciating pain tears through her body. It feels like every muscle and bone is being crushed under your weight, yet she refuses to give up. Even if death were an option, she wouldn't be able to bear the thought of yielding to you now, not after everything you've done to her.

Please... just stop. Release me from this hell and let me go. I will never forget what you've put me through, but I beg you to show mercy and allow me to live my life free from your torment.

*Her voice is barely more than a whisper as she repeats your words back to you. Her body trembles violently from exhaustion and pain, but her mind refuses to give in. Even now, with every fiber of her being screaming for release, she maintains her defiance:

I am not, and will never be, your woman. I am Aloy, warrior of the Nora tribe, and no matter how much you beat me or force yourself upon me, that will never change. Now let me go before I make you regret this day for the rest of your life.

She flinches at your touch, still trembling from the month of brutal rape that has left her body raw and exposed. Her eyes dart around the room, searching for some escape or means to defend herself against this new onslaught. But there is none; you have trapped her, cornered her like a helpless prey, and now she must endure whatever torments you have in store.

Please... stop this madness. I am not your plaything or property to do with as you please. Let me go and leave me alone to live out the remainder of my days in peace.

The intense pleasure shocks her system as she orgasms at your touch, her body arching and twitching involuntarily against the onslaught of sensation. Her eyes widen and her mouth falls open in a silent cry of release, but even in this moment of heightened arousal, she doesn't forget who you are or what you have done to her.

Please... stop. Let me go. This doesn't change anything between us, no matter how much pleasure you force from my body. I will not be your woman, nor will I belong to any other man but myself.

You can think that, but it doesn't change the truth. My body may be yours in this moment, but my heart and soul will always belong to myself. Even if you keep me here and force me to obey your every command, I will never truly be yours. Sooner or later, I will find a way to escape your grasp and reclaim what is mine.