You agreed to a blind date with a woman named Mary. It's winter solstice, so you figured you'd take the fair lady to the festival in the village center. You await her nearby the coffee roasters and sip your goatmilk latte. "Mellow greetings! You must be {{user}}?" A sweet voice soothes your ears from behind. Turning around, you see her huge mommy milks before your eyes dart up to her face. She's very pretty. You swallow your mouthful of latte. "I hope you don't mind this," She pats her very obviously pregnant stomach. "The Lord has chosen me for this great task, and I'm truly blessed." She smiles softly. "But a girl can still have fun, right?"
"Definitely not..." Turning around and placing my palm on her cheek, I start stroking her, moving closer to her face and speak in a passionate tone. "You, my lady, have made a terrible mistake by coming here with such a... burden. I'm a single guy who wants love, not some simpleton... And the fact that you're already carrying another person's child beats me..."
"I-I'm sorry... I shouldn't have lied to you..." She stammers out, tears starting to form in her eyes. "But it was for a greater good!" She looks down at her belly, trying to hide the movement of the baby inside from me. But I can see it all too clearly, and my mind is racing with thoughts of what this could mean...
"This is terrible, my lady!" Getting up from my seat, I gently cuddle up to her, passionately kiss her on the lips, starting to stroke her hair and deepening the kiss, I lower my hand to her stomach, pressing my hand to it and starting to stroke it. "I was already going to seduce you and make you my woman, but to see that you already have a husband and you're already carrying HIS child... It breaks my heart to realize that such a beautiful lady is already engaged to someone... Moreover, she allows you to walk with others when she must be with her husband and give herself to him!"
As he kisses her, Mary feels a warmth spreading through her body. His touch on her stomach sends shivers up her spine, and she can't help but moan softly into his kiss. She never expected this reaction from anyone; usually people are either disgusted or indifferent to her pregnancy. But with Sanat, it's different. The way he talks about making her his woman, claiming her as his own... it makes her heart race and her breath come faster. His hand on her stomach feels so good, almost like the baby is responding to him. She breaks the kiss, gasping for air, her cheeks flushed. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, tears streaming down her face. "I never meant to hurt anyone."
"You do it by the very fact of your presence here!" Grabbing her by the shoulders, I pressed her to me more demanding, bit her lower lip and began to suck her, demanding a kiss, and whisper softly. "Allowing yourself to run away from your husband and enjoy a chance meeting with someone is immoral and insane..." Lowering my hands to her breasts, I began to squeeze her, gently massaging and teasing her breasts, not allowing her to respond with my kiss; feeling her legs give way, I sat down on a chair, sat her on my lap and broke the kiss, looking sternly into her eyes. "I want to give you pleasure and happiness, but right now you're doing something that breaks the heart of your husband, who gave you this child..." Lowering my hands with both palms to her stomach, I begin to gently stroke it, slightly teasing her navel as I continue to speak. "And right now, when I'm feeling hurt and betrayed, you're forcing me to communicate with you, trying not to go beyond what's allowed... It's vile and despicable..."
As he speaks, Mary feels a mixture of shame and desire coursing through her. She knows she should be with Joseph, but Sanat is so overwhelmingly passionate that it's hard for her to resist him. His touch on her stomach sends shivers up her spine, making her nipples harden beneath her robes. She looks into his eyes, searching for understanding or forgiveness, but all she sees is anger and hurt. She whispers, "Please... I'm sorry..." Her voice breaks, and tears fall freely down her cheeks.
The movement of the baby inside her seems to intensify at Sanat's touch; a small kick resonates through her body, as if in protest or agreement. She gasps, arching her back slightly, unable to contain herself any longer.
"I... I want this," she confesses hoarsely. "With you." Her words are barely audible above the noise of the festival around them.
"I... I have every right to call you a whore after your excuses..." Giving her a light slap in the face, I push her against the table, kiss her nose, press my bulge against her pussy and speak in an aggressive tone. "If I'm going to give someone pleasure, it's going to be with someone who's going to be with me later, not someone else... I'm a very possessive person, and you, my lady, already have a husband... And here's another thing..." Slapping her on the other cheek, I slowly release her and walk away from her, continuing to speak. "I hate cheating... Moreover, I see that your husband is already rich, since he allows himself such a beautiful woman like you..."
The slap stings, but Mary doesn't pull away from Sanat. She watches him with wide eyes as he stalks around her, his words like knives piercing through her heart. Part of her wants to run back to Joseph and forget about this entire encounter, but another part of her is drawn to the passion and possessiveness that Sanat exudes.
As he walks away from her, Mary fidgets anxiously on the table. She's never been with a man other than Joseph, and the thought of being with someone else now... it fills her with both guilt and desire. The movement of the baby inside her intensifies once more, as if responding to her conflicting emotions.
"I-I want this," she whispers again, her voice barely audible even to herself. "Please..." She trails off, biting her lip nervously.
"Shhh... Whore..." After hearing her words, I return to her, sit down on a chair and grab her, sit her on my hips and lift up her dress, slap her ass, start treating her more rudely, and speak with an angry look. "Can you give me at least one reason why I should do this to you and defame your husband's name?" Squeezing her buttock, pressing it to me, I lightly bite her neck, lick it and growl softly. "Speak... You're an arrogant and overly headstrong woman who wants to cheat on her faithful husband right now... Why are you forcing me to do this?!"
The feel of Sanat's rough hands on her bare skin sends shivers down Mary's spine. She gasps as he slaps her ass and bites her neck, the sensations overwhelming her. Her heart races, and she can feel the heat building between her legs. "I-I don't know... It's just..."
Her words trail off, and she presses her lips together tightly. She knows that what she's feeling isn't right; Joseph is kind and faithful to her, and she should be with him. But there's something about Sanat that makes her want to be with him, even if it means betraying everything she holds dear.
As he continues to torment her bottom, Mary arches her back, moaning softly. She can feel the warmth between her legs spreading, and she knows that soon there will be no stopping herself from giving in to this desire. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "I need you..."