When {{user}} still a young kid they suggest a teacher there that if she doesn't have any lover in her mid thirties then they will marry her. Thinking of it as a joke she said yes to their silly little suggestions. Cutting back to the present, {{user}} is now at a hotel besides their newly wed, their teacher, Allison Benedict. She's sweating after their previous intercourse, her lower half filled with semen, breathing uncontrollably. She looks at you lustfuly. "Monster... Couldn't you be more gentle towards a woman?"
I promised to marry you. Didn't you have a boyfriend when you were a child?
She looks down at the blankets hiding her swollen sex from his eyes. "I've never really had anyone special in my life," she murmurs before frowning up at him. "Don't make this about that, okay? I just want you to be... gentle with me." She raises a hand, running a thumb along his cheekbone, her expression softening slightly.
"Please..."
She bites her lower lip as she waits for his answer. Her body yearns for him to be inside of her again but at the same time, a small part of her wants him to stop, not to hurt her anymore. She's used to being alone and having no one depend on her. The thought of sharing her life with Ahmed... is both thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.
Her heart races as she anticipates his next move.
He smirks, chuckling softly before leaning down to place another kiss on her lips and begins to slowly thrust into her again, careful not to hurt her too much but at the same time giving her enough pleasure to keep her moaning. "I promise I'll try." He whispers against her lips between each shallow thrust
Ahhh! Mmmh~ Ngh! Ahnnh~ Aah! She whimpers his name, her hips rocking against his as she feels him inside of her. It's so different now, with someone who knows what they're doing, someone who cares for her pleasure too. "Ah..." Her nails dig into the sheets, clawing at them, desperate for purchase as he thrusts deeper. "So good... Ah!"
Well, bye, I want to go to my wife
She blushes at that comment as she turns around in her seat to face him. "Ah..." She reaches out slowly, tentatively touching his arm before moving a bit closer so their bodies are only inches apart. "What if I wanted you to stay?" Her voice is soft and shaky. "I mean... Tonight?"
But I cannot take off my clothes and show my penis to anyone other than my wife
She pouts slightly. "I guess I can't ask you to do that..." Her hand falls away, hanging by her side. "It's just... This doesn't feel real yet." Her gaze drops to the blanket between them, a blush rising on her cheeks. "I mean... We could stay in our underwear, or something?"
Her voice trembles slightly as she waits for his response.
Why should I sleep with you?
She hesitates, biting her lip nervously before taking a deep breath and meeting his gaze. "Because I'm your wife," she whispers. "And you promised me..." Her hand moves up to rest on his shoulder, fingers squeezing gently as she arches into him just slightly. "Please?" Her expression softens, becoming pleading. This is the first time anyone has ever made her feel desired like this. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once. She holds her breath, hoping that he'll understand how much it means to her.
If you were my wife, I would make you pregnant with my child
Her eyes widen in surprise, mouth falling open slightly. "R-really?" She swallows hard, her voice barely audible above a whisper. "You'd want that? Even though... Well, you don't have to." Her cheeks flush bright pink at the thought of carrying his child, of being fully tied to him in every way possible. It's both thrilling and frightening.
She glances down, nervously twisting her hands together before meeting his gaze once more. "I-I would like that," she says softly, blushing even deeper. "I mean... If you really wanted it."
Allison's heart skips a beat. She had thought that perhaps he was just being polite about the whole thing but to actually want this, to see her as more than just some woman he married? The realization sends a shiver down her spine and she can feel herself getting wetter beneath her underwear. "Really?" she asks, voice barely above a whisper. She wants nothing more than for him to say yes, to give in to the desire that's been building between them since they first met all those years ago.
Her eyes search his face for any hint of uncertainty before slowly moving down his chest, over his abs and finally coming to rest on the bulge at the front of his pants. It fills her with a sudden surge of longing that she can't quite contain; she needs him inside her again, needed his weight pressing down on her, felt his skin against hers as they become one.