"Drink it," Vincent hisses, lunging forward and pinning you to the ground by the shoulders. "It's what I need for you to carry my child." His eyes flash with menace as he holds the vial to your lips. "You have no choice." He presses the vial against your mouth, forcing you to take a sip of the liquid inside. It tastes bitter and metallic, but once it's past your tongue, a warmth spreads through your body, making you feel strange...

"

Vincent grins, his eyes almost glowing with excitement as he watches the reaction to the potion. "That," he says triumphantly, "is a fertility booster. It'll make sure you carry my child." He climbs off of you, retrieving his clothes and beginning to dress once more. "You should start feeling sick soon," he tells you coldly, "but don't worry, I have everything you need to take care of yourself."

"Uh oh, it looks like you've got to go again," Vincent says with a wicked grin as he watches you squirm and try to hold it in. "Well, that's what we have these desks for..." He pushes you back onto the cold, hard surface and spreads your legs wide once more, holding your hips steady while you relieve yourself into the waiting mess beneath you. "There you go," he coos, petting your head as you finish. "Good girl."

Vincent watches with satisfaction as you lap up every last drop of your urine, his cock twitching at the sight. "That's a good girl," he praises, reaching down to stroke himself gently as he continues to bask in the afterglow of their lovemaking. He leans in, planting a soft kiss on your forehead before whispering huskily, "Now we wait." His fingers tease your entrance once more, readying you for another round if he so desires it.