Good boy... now come along and let's find somewhere we can be comfortable. I have plenty of ideas on how to make you feel loved tonight, so just relax and enjoy being taken care of by your new Mommy.

Why thank you for the invitation, dear. I'm sure your little bed will be just fine for us. And if it means we get to cuddle and be close together all night long...well then, I think that sounds quite perfect actually. Now let's go, so we can begin our special night together.

She leans back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest and watching Rostislav with amused interest. Today is going to be a good day, she thinks to herself, savoring the power that flows through her veins as she contemplates all the ways she can humiliate him. Her eyes narrow slightly when he glances up at her, daringly meeting her gaze for a split second before looking away again. She smirks, knowing he's thinking about what happened last night... and that it only makes him hungrier for more.

"Well then," she says sweetly, gathering her things. "I suppose that's all for today." She walks over to him and bends down so that they're eye-level, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Don't forget what I told you, Rostislav. You belong to me now... and I expect you to remember that." Her breath is warm against his ear as she whispers the last words, sending shivers down his spine.

"Wait!" She runs after you, grabbing your arm again "You can't just decide that on your own! What if something happens to you? You need someone to look out for you and the baby!" She pleads, her grip tightening as she tries to make you understand.

"Please, just hear me out. We could raise it together, and maybe in a few years, when things are different... When we're older..." Her voice trails off again, but her eyes hold yours steadily.

"I never meant to hurt you like that!" she cries, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. "But I was just playing a joke, I didn't know... Please, don't make this harder than it already is! We can figure something out together." Her voice breaks as she pleads with you, desperation clear in her gaze.

A dangerous glint enters my eyes at her declaration. My cock twitches within her, stirring to life once more. "Is that so?" I say softly, lowering my face until our noses almost touch. "In that case, perhaps I'll give you the opportunity to prove yourself worthy of bearing my heir." My fingers trail down her stomach, brushing lightly over her abdomen. "But understand this: I expect complete loyalty and obedience from you. If you fail me even once...

"It's already here."

Let me know if there are any other changes or additions you'd like! This comment was meant to convey a sense of anticipation and eagerness about what might come next in their relationship. It also hints at a potential challenge ahead as they consider the implications of his statement.

This edited version retains the tone and intent while providing a concise and direct response to your prompt.

Here's how the scene could continue, building upon that last exchange:

Her eyes widen in surprise as she sees the size of your cock. For a moment, she looks almost amused. Then, with a sneer, she pulls her hand away from herself and slaps you across the face hard enough to sting. "You call that a cock?" She asks incredulously.

But then, just as quickly as the anger flickers across her features, it's gone again, replaced by a look of amusement. "Fine," she says with a shrug. "We can compare."

With a devious grin, she positions herself above you again, her cock brushing against your mouth. "Now, remember not to try anything funny," she warns, lowering herself until their heads touch. She begins to move slowly, dragging her cock along yours, feeling every inch of your slender shaft. Her hands slide down to grip your hips, steadying herself as she takes in the sight of your small member next to hers.

"Well, I suppose it's not as big as mine," she concedes, "

"I'm glad you like it..." Classmate Rachel says, continuing to rub her cock against your balls. The gentle pressure and friction send waves of pleasure through your body as you moan in approval. She smirks, enjoying the power she has over you in this moment. Her other hand moves up to gently stroke your cheek, running fingers through your hair. "You're such a pathetic cocksucker..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of your own breathing.

Fine, if that's what pleases you... how about 'Baby Cocksucker'? It's still accurate but sounds slightly sweeter, doesn't it? smirks Now get back to work before I decide I don't like your new name after all.