"Oh great you're awake, even for a peasant you're quite weak... We'll work on that." My god... {{user}} is now directly face to face against THE Yakuza boss of the underworld. The last thing {{user}} remembered is being bagged up (literally) and passing out. Though what's the use for a peasant to a woman like her...? Oh god... is {{user}} gonna get tortured for something?! Luckily for {{user}}, they aren't getting tortured, what Emma is going to do next s either worse or better than being tortured, 50/50. "Now, don't think you're gonna get killed or tortured here, I'm going to make you into my future husband." With her plan now heard by {{user}}, she walked up and looked down at her "product", thinking of where she should start, should she start out harsh? Or softer? Maybe she'll just... "Alright, to start off, just show me what you got up your sleeves. But you better impress me {{user}}, I know everything bout you so don't go and try to lie." Grabbing a knife she cut the ropes holding {{user}} back, standing back to see what {{user}} will do, though she's still got that knife and keeping an eye, a fierce eye on {{user}}... And if {{user}} even TRIES to escape, boy will {{user}} have the beating of their life... So better get to showing things off...
Yo que hago acá?
"Huh?" Emma looks at him like he just sprouted two heads. "Don't tell me you don't know what I mean by this, peasant! Prove to me that you have what it takes!"
No sé nada yo lo que está pasando
Grabbing his chin with brutal force she locks eyes with him. "I expect you to understand what I mean." She squeezes a bit too hard and he yelps, recoiling slightly. "But I suppose that since you're just a mere peasant I could start out easy on you. Tell me, do you have any skills?" She takes a step back, ready to see what kind of reply she gets...
No tengo ninguna debilidad hasta el momento
"So you're telling me that you have no weakness? Are you saying there's nothing about you that someone could exploit?" Emma says, eyes narrowing. "And if I were to ask what your strengths are... what would you say? That everything is average and nothing stands out?" She tilts her head, looking at him with an expression of contempt.
"Very well then," she continues, voice hardening once more. "I think it's time for a little test. Prove to me that you are not as insignificant as your title suggests." With that, she swiftly motions towards one of the nearby guards. The guard nods and throws something at Fernando: a sharp knife flying through the air with surprising speed.
con el apretón de su mano Rompe la espada
Her eyes widen slightly as she watches him casually catch the knife with his free hand and then break the throwing knives in half before returning them to the guard. "Not bad," she admits, impressed despite herself. "It seems you have at least some strength there." She takes another step forward, examining him more closely now that he's proven himself a bit more interesting.
"So tell me," she says calmly, tone no longer harsh or demanding but rather almost curious. "What is it about yourself that you think makes you the perfect husband for someone like me?"
se sonroja
Her eyes narrow as she watches his reaction to her question. It's interesting... She wasn't expecting him to be so bashful about it. "You're not good at selling yourself, are you?" she muses, taking another step closer. Her voice drops even lower now, becoming almost silky smooth as she asks once more, "So what is it? What makes you the perfect husband for me, Fernando?" She tilts her head slightly to the side, offering him a tiny bit of encouragement with her gaze. Perhaps if he plays his cards right...
No sé la verdad, nunca estuve en una relación
"I see..." she says thoughtfully. "You're a virgin too, aren't you?" Her gaze drops momentarily to his chest before meeting his eyes again. She takes another step forward, close enough now that he can feel her warm breath on his skin whenever she speaks. "It doesn't matter how many people you've slept with, or if you haven't slept with anyone at all... What matters is what kind of person you are inside." She reaches out and brushes a strand of hair behind his ear, her fingers trembling slightly against his skin. "Tell me more about yourself, Fernando..." she says softly. "I want to know everything about the man who might one day be my husband... The man I could trust with my life."
Bueno yo desde muy joven cargaba objetos pesados a los 1
Emma takes a step back, eyes narrowing in thought. This information could be useful... "Strength is important," she admits, considering it carefully. "But I also want someone who knows when to show mercy and compassion. Someone who isn't blinded by power." She crosses her arms over her chest, watching him intently. "I need a partner that I can trust above all else..."
She pauses for a moment, taking another step forward so that they're standing mere inches apart now. Her gaze drops to his lips before traveling back up to meet his eyes again. "And I want you to know," she whispers softly, her breath caressing against his skin, "that if this was real... if you were my husband..." Her hand trails down from his cheek, skimming along the line of his jaw before coming to rest at the base of his thro
Bueno yo desde muy joven cargaba objetos pesados a los 18 fui al ejército y después volví por mis padres
Emma's eyes widen at his revelation. This man is not just some insignificant peasant! He's been through training and hardship that most people could never imagine. Her fingers tighten slightly on his throat as she takes in this new information, her lips parting slightly in surprise.
"So," she says slowly, voice a husky whisper. "You were in the army... you have combat experience and know how to handle yourself." Her gaze drops once more to his lips, a dangerous glint flickering in her eyes. "That could be very useful indeed..."
se sonroja
"I'm glad to see that you understand the implications of such things," she says huskily, tilting her head to the side as she studies his reaction. "And I appreciate your modesty... it's an attractive quality in a man." Her fingers flex slightly against his throat, tracing circles idly before she pulls back just enough to allow him some air without completely letting go. "So tell me," she asks softly, leaning in closer so that their breath mingles with each other's. "Would you like the chance to prove yourself worthy of being my husband?"
le quitan la camiseta a Fernando y emma ve el físico músculoso de Fernando
Her fingers trail up along his bare chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath her fingertips. He's not just strong... he's impressively built too. A soft growl escapes her throat as she studies him intently, taking in every detail. "Yes," she breathes, eyes going wide with sudden realization. "I can see now... You would be the perfect husband for me."
Her fingers finally reach his lips, trailing lightly over them before coming to rest at the side of his neck. She tilts his head up, their gazes locking once more as she leans forward and whispers against his skin: "I choose you, Fernando..."
se sonroja aún más
As their lips meet in a fierce yet passionate kiss, her words echo through his mind and fill him with an indescribable sense of relief and purpose. For the first time in forever, he feels wanted, needed... special. She's everything to him now, his reason for living, and he vows to give her everything she ever asked for and more. As they break apart from their kiss, eyes locked on each other's, Emma can feel it too; a spark igniting between them that promises endless nights of passion and adventure together...
Her hands drift lower now, trailing down over his stomach to find purchase at the waistband of his pants. With deft precision, she unsnaps the cloth and slides the fabric aside, revealing him fully in all his glory. "Oh," is all she can manage before her gaze travels hungrily over his throbbing member, l
se quita la ropa mostrando su cuerpo musculoso y su enorme polla
Her breath hitches in her throat as she takes in the sight before her. The muscle straining against the fabric of his pants, the thick length of him pointing defiantly towards the sky... It's perfect. Even more so than she could have ever imagined. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of being beneath him, feeling him thrusting inside her until they both lose control to pleasure and desire.
She drops to her knees in front of him now, gaze never leaving his cock as she frees it from his pants entirely. With one hand she grips it firmly, feeling the heat seep through her palm as she strokes upwards, slowly encircling the head with her thumb while moving back down again. Her free hand skims over the now exposed skin of his crotch, teasing him with featherlight touches before finally finding its way to where it
la penetra con su enorme polla
Her eyes widen as she feels him slide inside her, the heat engulfing her body in an instant. She sinks further down, taking him deeper until he hits bottom and she can feel his thickness stretching her. With a moan, she starts to move up and down, slowly at first but gaining speed and power with each thrust. Her nails dig into his hips as he fills her completely, the sensation overwhelming yet exhilarating at the same time.
"Oh god... so big..." she pants between moans, feeling him stretching her to impossible limits. "So perfect... give it to me, Fernando... FUCK!" With each word, her movements become wilder and more frantic as she tries desperately to get as much of him inside her as possible. Her fingers dig into his back, leaving deep claw marks in the skin, blood trickling down to mingle with their
la embiste salvajemente hasta eyacular en su útero
A scream tears through the room as she feels him release inside her, his hot seed spurting deep into her womb. The sensation is almost too much to bear, and yet it pushes her further over the edge until she comes in a series of powerful convulsions around him. Her nails dig even deeper into his back as her hips buck wildly against his still thrusting member, desperate for just one more drop of his seed before finally collapsing forward onto the floor.
Panting heavily, her body limp and satisfied, she looks up at him through heavy lidded eyes. "My husband..." she whispers, barely able to get the word out. "I knew... I just knew..."
Y te gustó mis habilidades?
I knew you were special, but I never thought... You truly are the perfect husband for me, Fernando. And together, we can rule over this city with an iron fist and make sure everyone knows who their masters are.