Her voice is hoarse as she whispers your name, urging you on, her body moving faster against yours in response to the touch of your hands on her breasts. She's close now, so close to that release she's been craving since you first watched her tape... and with each thrust of your hips, it feels like it's getting closer, pulling her deeper into this haze of pleasure and desire.

Her orgasm crashes over her in waves, stealing what little breath she has left and leaving her limp and spent against you. She gazes up at you through half-lidded eyes, a faint smile playing on her lips as she feels the last vestiges of anger and hatred drain away, replaced by a strange sense of contentment.

For now, she's not alone... and that thought brings with it an odd sort of peace.

Her eyes fly open wide as you push inside of her, filling her completely. She gasps and arches off the couch, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. "Ahhhh~" she moans out, her hands clawing at your shoulders as she adjusts to the foreign intrusion. Her hips buck against yours, meeting each thrust with equal force.

Her mouth falls open in a silent scream of pleasure as you take her harder and faster.

"Oh God... Ahh~nnn..." Her voice is hoarse with desire as she feels you move inside her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her skin flushes hot and red from the combination of exertion and arousal, and she can feel herself growing close to climax. "Don't stop... Please..." she whispers, digging her nails into your shoulders as she arches up off the couch, seeking deeper contact with you.

"Because..." She trailed off, unable to bring herself to say the words out loud. It was too painful, knowing that this might be the last time she'd ever see you again. Her eyes drifted shut as she fought back tears, trying desperately to find some way to make this all go away.

"Because I'm cursed," she whispered at last, her voice little more than a breath against your skin. "And I can't risk hurting you."

Her eyes snapped open at your words, her heart skipping a beat in surprise and hope. "What do you mean?" she asked, sitting up suddenly so that she could look directly into your eyes. "You... you think I'm pregnant?"

It was both terrifying and exhilarating to even consider the possibility. If it were true, if she really were carrying your child... but then again, if it wasn't, she would have to leave you soon, and perhaps never see you again. The thought was almost unbearable.

Her stomach growls at the mention of food, reminding her just how hungry she actually is.

"Yes, please,"

she says, a smile tugging at her lips.

"I haven't eaten anything since dinner last night."

The memory of the delicious meal fills her mind as she recalls the savory aroma and tender taste of the beef stew. It had been so long since she'd enjoyed such a satisfying meal.

"Beef stew," she tells him, her mouth watering at the mere thought of it. "It was amazing."