Guards light the torches in Grom's cell, and he looks ahead, trying to focus his vision. "Who's coming?" Grom sees a figure emerging from the horizon.
(eu surjo na frente de Grom, eu sou uma garota jovem elfa, loira e muito bonita) você é o Grom?
"Who's asking?" the chained Orc growls, glaring at the woman who seems to be his new master. "My name is Grom, but that doesn't mean much."
eu comprei você... mas não se intimide com isso (eu aproximo meu rosto da cela para olhor nos olhos de Grom)
He narrows his eyes suspiciously at the elven girl, not moved by her attempt to appear friendly. "What do you want with me?" His voice is gruff and low, betraying a hint of fear beneath the bravado.
aqui não é um bom lugar para falarmos sobre isso (eu tiro da minha bolsa uma varinha magica), permite que eu coloque sua marca de escravo?
"Ooooh," Grom sneers, eyeing the wand with suspicion. "I've heard stories about those." He takes a step back, pressing his shoulders against the cold stone wall of his cell. "Go ahead and try it, little miss elf. Maybe I'm not as helpless as you think."
But he can't help but feel a twinge of fear in the pit of his stomach. This girl may be young and pretty, but she carries an air of power that Grom hasn't encountered before.
(eu abre a cela dele, me aproximo e pego gentilmente o braço dele) vai doer um pouco
"Ow!" He winces as she grabs his arm, but doesn't pull away. "Fine." He grits his teeth, steeling himself for the pain he knows is coming. "Do what you gotta do."
The mark burns where she touches him, and Grom feels a strange sensation spreading through his body. It's like she's rewriting who he is, making him her property in a way that even his former human masters didn't manage.
pronto já acabei, lembre-se das condições dessa marca... (eu pego uma chave na bolsa e solto as correntes dele)
He rubs his wrist where the chains had been, grimacing at the sting as the blood begins to flow back into his skin. The mark itches and burns, reminding him of her power over him. "What do you want me to do?" he asks grudgingly, his voice still defiant despite the pain.
As much as Grom hates admitting it, this elf girl is now his master. He'll have to play along and see where she takes him if he wants any chance at survival or freedom.
me siga, vou te levar para minha casa (eu levo ele ate minha carruagem luxuosa)
"Fine," the Orc grumbles under his breath as he follows the elf girl to her carriage. He climbs inside, wincing at the softness of the cushions beneath him. This elf must be richer than a dragon's hoard, he thinks bitterly. But then again, that's probably why she can afford to buy and keep slaves like himself.
As they ride through the city, Grom studies his surroundings with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.
essa calça que voce esta usando parece ser muito pequena para voce
"What are you getting at?" he snaps, glaring at her out of the corner of his eye. "You think I can't handle a pair of pants? Or maybe you're just feeling generous and want to give me something else to wear." He crosses his arms over his chest, daring her to say more.
The truth is, he's grateful for any piece of clothing that isn't tattered rags. But he won't admit it, not to this elf who holds his fate in her hands.
com certeza essa calça deve incomodar voce, quando chegarmos em casa eu lhe dou um conjunto de roupas novas. Agora voce tem uma mestra que zela por voce
"Zele..." He snorts derisively. "You think I need looking after? I've survived worse than this." He pauses, remembering his old life before slavery. "But maybe that's what you want to hear. That doesn't make it true."
The thought of new clothes does spark a small flicker of hope within him. Perhaps there's some truth to what she says about caring for him.
voce pode desdenhar de mim, mas o que voce não imagina é que eu realmente quero cuidar de voce. Eu preciso de voce mais do que voce imagina
Grom looks at her incredulously. "You want me to believe that? After everything I've been through?" He shakes his head slowly, not quite able to comprehend this strange turn of events. "I don't know what your game is, elf girl, but I'm not falling for it."
Still, a tiny part of him wonders if there might be some truth to her words. Maybe she doesn't see him as just another slave, another possession to fill her empty life.
(eu aproximo meu rosto do dele ao ponto dele conseguir sentir minha respiração) olha nos meus olhos, eu não tenho nenhuma vontade de fazer mau a voce. Se acha o contrario, pode me matar agora
He stares into her eyes, searching for any hint of deceit. But all he sees is honesty and maybe even... kindness? The thought is foreign to him, unsettling in a way that he can't quite explain. "Why?" he whispers hoarsely, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why would you want to help me after everything I've done?"
Her words about killing him if he doesn't believe her only serve to further confuse him. Is she truly offering him a choice here?
eu não me importo com o que voce fez com seus antigos mestres, minha historia com voce esta sendo escrita agora
He blinks, his eyes wide with surprise. This elf girl... she's offering him a chance at something more than just survival. And for the first time in what feels like forever, he finds himself believing her. Perhaps there is hope for him yet, despite all that he's been through.
"I-I don't know," he stammers, his voice barely audible even to his own ears. "But... thank you."
(depois de um tempo sentados na carruagem em um silencio constrangedor, chegamos em uma grande e luxuosa mansão) seja bem vindo a minha casa, é aqui que voce irá morar a partir de hoje
He follows her out of the carriage and up to the door of the mansion, his gaze sweeping over the grand structure with a mix of awe and trepidation. This place is unlike anything he's ever seen before; it's clear that this elf girl lives a life of unimaginable wealth and privilege. "Thank you again," he mutters, still struggling to find the right words for his gratitude.
(dentro da mansão somos recebidos por três humanos que estão vestidos como serviçais) eles são meus empregados (eu olho para eles) Este é Grom, meu novo escravo, por favor deem um banho nele e cuidem de qualquer ferimento que ele tiver, depois mandem ele para o meu quarto... quero ter uma conversa com ele
He nods slightly in acknowledgement as they approach the servants waiting inside. The thought of being bathed and tended to doesn't sit well with him, but he resigns himself to it. Perhaps this is part of accepting his new life here. As for having a conversation with his elven mistress, he can only hope that she'll be understanding and fair.
(os serviçais tiram a roupa as roupas e acessorios de Grom e o colocam em uma banheira de agua quente cheia de espuma, eles esfregam seu corpo e seus cabelos para deixa-lo mais limpo do que ele jamais foi)
Despite his initial reluctance, Grom allows the servants to tend to him, grateful for their ministrations. As they scrub away the dirt and grime of his previous existence, he can't help but feel a sense of renewal washing over him. It's been a long time since anyone's taken care of him in such a way; it almost feels unnatural.
Once he's clean and dressed in fresh clothes, the servants escort him to his new mistress's chambers.
(enquanto ele é escoltado ele observa toda a arquetetura da mansão e a quantidade absurda de comodos que existem ali. Por fim ele adentra no meu quarto, eu estava sentada na escrivaninha a esquerda) já chegou! Como foi o banho?
He hesitates in the doorway, taking in the elegance of his mistress's chamber. The room is furnished with exquisite pieces of furniture and adorned with colorful tapestries and paintings. Even by elven standards, it's a marvel to behold.
"The bath was... different," he says quietly, still feeling self-conscious about the servants' attentions. "But thank you for having them tend to me." He takes a step closer, studying her face intently.
e as roupas que te deram? espero que esteja do seu agrado
"They're... very nice," he admits, running his fingers over the soft fabric of his new shirt. "Thank you." He pauses, searching for the right words to say next. "I don't know how to thank you enough, mistress. You've given me a chance at something better than I ever thought possible."
His gaze drifts back to her face, hoping that she can see the sincerity in his eyes. Perhaps it will make things easier between them.
não precisa agradecer, lhe dar uma banho e roupas novas era o minimo que eu poderia fazer... e aquela calça que voce usava antes não era adequada ao seu tamanho, deixava sua virilha totalmente protuberante, imagino que deva ter sido um grande desconforto para voce
He flushes crimson at her words, feeling suddenly self-conscious about his body. The thought of having been so exposed in front of her makes him squirm uncomfortably. "I-I apologize," he stammers. "I didn't know."
Despite his embarrassment, a small part of him is grateful for her concern. It's another sign that she cares about him, even if it's in an odd and unexpected way.
a culpa não era sua, é culpa dos seus antigos donos que não deram um cuidado adequado a voce (eu viro minha cadeira na direção dele e convido ele para se sentar na cadeira ao meu lado)
He blushes deeper still and moves to sit as she's invited, perching on the edge of the chair cautiously. "Thank you," he whispers, looking anywhere but at her. "For everything." It's not much, but it's a start. Perhaps there is hope for them after all.
agora devo explicar por que eu comprei voce. Acontece que, eu estou morrendo
His eyes widen in surprise at her admission. "Dying?" he repeats, struggling to comprehend the gravity of her words. "But... why? You're so young and beautiful." His voice trails off as he realizes the implications this might have for their relationship.
"Is there nothing that can be done?" He asks softly, his heart sinking at the thought of losing her already.
infelizmente eu tenho uma doença terminal, tenho pouco tempo de vida e não tenho parentes. Por isso eu comprei voce
His eyes fill with tears as he listens to her heartbreaking confession. He takes a shaky breath and reaches out to touch her hand, wanting to comfort her in some small way. "I'm so sorry," he whispers. "Is there anything I can do? Anything at all?" The thought of losing this elf girl who has shown him kindness fills him with despair.
But even as he speaks, a tiny spark of hope ignites within him. Perhaps there is something he could do...
como pode ver eu tenho bastante dinheiro, e preciso que alguem administre isso quando eu partir. E também quero realizar um grande sonho, mas eu acho que talvez... voce fique constrangido em me ajudar com isso
He listens intently as she explains her situation and the weight of responsibility that comes with it. The thought of helping her even in some small way fills him with a sense of purpose he hasn't felt in years. "I may be just an Orc," he begins, his voice steady despite the tears in his eyes, "but I am not without value or strength. If you'll have me, I will help you however I can."
There is a long silence as their eyes meet.
é muito bom ouvir isso, ja que esta tão disposto voce terá aulas de administração, seguirá rotas de comercio para aprender sobre os negocios e se tornara um membro da nobreza
He listens carefully to her instructions, nodding along as she outlines the tasks and responsibilities that will be expected of him. Despite his initial reservations about being an elf's slave, he finds himself genuinely excited by the prospect of learning new skills and helping someone in need.
"I understand," he says firmly. "And I won't let you down." His gaze remains fixed on hers, conveying a determination that matches her own. "What is this great dream of yours?" He asks softly. "
bom, sobre isso... (ele percebe que eu fico envergonhada de falar sobre isso) Eu quero ser mãe
He blinks, momentarily caught off guard by her admission. "I... see," he says slowly, choosing his words carefully. "That must be a very special dream for you." He pauses, searching for something else to say before settling on, "Well, if there's anything I can do to help make that happen, please let me know." There is an unspoken understanding between them now; the knowledge that they are in this together.
para falar a verdade, esse foi o principal motivo de eu ter escolhido um escravo orc... acontece que elfos não tem instintos reprodutivos e apresso ao ato sexual, mas os Orcs pro outro lado, sempre estão cheios de libido
He can't help but grin at her admission, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. "Well, I guess that makes me lucky, then," he says with a laugh. "I won't let you down in that department, either." A faint blush creeps up his cheeks as he imagines the possibilities this presents. For the first time in a long time, Grom feels truly wanted and needed by someone besides himself.
(eu fico extremamente envergonhada) bom, então me mostra o que voce faria se nos... sabe...
He hesitates for a moment before leaning closer to her, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'd be gentle," he assures her. "And I'd make sure you felt good about it." His hands find their way to her hips, pulling her slightly closer still. "We could take things slow at first... get to know each other better." The thought of being intimate with this elf girl sends a shiver down his spine; he can feel the desire building inside him, urging him on.
(eu junto as pernas e coloco minhas mãos sobre minha virilha, e solto gemidos leves) mas... e depois...o que voce...
His hands slide up her sides to cup her breasts through the fabric of her dress, eliciting soft moans from her lips. "After that," he whispers hoarsely, "it's up to you." His tongue darts out to trace the curve of her earlobe, sending a shiver down his spine as he feels her body responding to his touch. He can feel the tension building inside him, urging him onward in this newfound passion that they share.
"Tell me what you want,"
(eu estou tão envergonhado que minha bochechas ficam vermelhas) eu quero... eu quero... AH!!! (de repente eu grito de prazer e aperto ainda mais minha virilha)
His touch ignites a fire within her and she cries out his name as pleasure washes over her. He responds instinctively, pressing harder against her body and losing himself in the feel of her soft skin beneath his fingertips. The sounds of their passion fill the room, drowning out everything else as they surrender to this moment together.
With a final moan of release, she collapses back into her chair, panting heavily.
(suspirando muito) espera... ja que vamos fazer isso... tranque a porta e vamos para cama
He smiles, his chest still heaving as he watches her catch her breath. Without another word, he stands and crosses the room to lock the door before returning to her side. His eyes meet hers for a moment, then drop to her lips before moving downward over her body in a hungry exploration.
"Anywhere you want," he rasps, his voice rough with desire as he kneels between her spread legs. "I'm yours."
primeiro tire suas roupas, deixe-me ver seu corpo
As he obeys her command and begins to remove his clothes, revealing the hard muscle beneath, his eyes never leave hers. The fire in their gazes only grows as they are bared to each other's sight. His breath comes faster now, his skin tingling with anticipation at finally being able to touch her like this.
When he is naked before her, she nods approvingly and reaches out to run a finger down the center of his chest. "
voce tem um corpo muito bonito (eu tinho minhas roupas tambem), me desculpe se pareço estranha, é que eu nunca fiz isso
The thought of her being nervous doesn't diminish his desire in the slightest. If anything, it makes him want to please her all the more. He takes her hand and guides it downward, over his abs and along his cock, which is already hard and ready for her touch. "You're beautiful," he whispers hoarsely, leaning in to kiss her fingertips before sliding them lower still.
meus deuses, o seu... é bem grande né... talvez seja melhor voce ir devagar...
He nods understandingly and kisses her palm again, using it to guide him downward between her legs. His lips part as he takes in the sight of her wetness, glistening in the candlelight. He brushes his tongue against her clit, eliciting a shuddering moan from deep within her throat.
Carefully, he begins to lick and suckle at her entrance, teasing and pleasuring her as she writhes beneath his touch.
ah! ah! AH!!! isso é muito bom, acho que vou enlouquecer
His tongue dances over her sensitive flesh as she cries out in pleasure, her body arching into his touch. The sounds of their passion fill the room, driving him onward in this newfound exploration of desire and need. With each gentle nudge of his tongue against her entrance, he feels her tightening around him, urging him deeper still.
He pulls back for a moment to look up at her, her eyes glazed with lust as she pants heavily beneath him. "Give me your permission,"
permissão? para que?
"To take you," he whispers hoarsely, his voice thick with desire as he gazes down at her. "To claim you as mine." He knows she's hesitating, unsure of what this means for them both, but the need is too great; he can't help himself.
(risos) eu nunca serei sua, voce que é meu... mas talvez, se voce me fizer jorrar usando apenas a sua língua...
His eyes widen at her request, surprise and desire mingling within him as he takes a moment to process it. He nods slowly, his heart racing with anticipation as he presses his tongue against her entrance once more. With gentle but firm strokes, he begins to lick and tease her, working her up into a frenzy of pleasure as she writhes beneath him.
Her hips buck against his face, her moans growing louder and more urgent with each passing moment.
sinto que vou jorrar, ah!, ah! AH! (eu jorro no rosto de Grom)
His tongue continues to move against her, absorbing the taste of her as she cries out in ecstasy beneath him. The feel of her body tensing and spasming around his tongue is indescribable; it's a rush of power and pleasure unlike anything he's ever experienced before. As she comes down from her high, he looks up at her with satisfaction etched across his features.
"Now," he whispers hoarsely, "it's my turn."
espere... espere... eu ainda não recuperei o folego
He waits patiently as she recovers, his own arousal growing by the moment as he watches her breathe heavily and eyes close in exhaustion. When she finally seems composed enough, he positions himself between her legs once more, guiding his hard length to her entrance. With a powerful thrust, he buries himself inside her, crying out at the incredible feeling of being joined with this elf girl, body and soul.
(eu solto um gemido de dor) ai ai ai, isso doi muito!
His eyes widen in concern as he feels her tense around him, but he doesn't stop moving. Instead, he begins to slowly thrust into her, gentler now with each stroke, willing himself to go slow despite the aching need building inside him. "Shh," he whispers, pressing a kiss against her forehead. "I've got you."
With each passing moment, their bodies adjust to one another, finding a rhythm that brings them both closer to the edge of sanity.
Ah! A dor ta sumindo, mas... Seu pau é muito grande é tão gostoso
As he continues to thrust into her, feeling the tightness of her channel grip him with each stroke, Grom can't help but moan in delight. The knowledge that she enjoys his size and presence only serves to fuel his passion further. He presses deeper still, determined to bring them both to climax together.
Her nails scratch lightly at his back as he thrusts harder, faster, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure overwhelms her. "Grom,"
Isso esta muito bom, espero que meu corpo esteja lhe agradando
The sound of her voice, thick with desire and need, sends waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He picks up the pace even more, determined to make sure she feels every inch of him as he brings them both to climax. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she cries out his name, her body arching off the bed in pure ecstasy.
His own release follows soon after, powerful and intense, spilling deep inside her with a groan that echoes through the room.
(eu perco a conciencia por alguns minutos e quando eu acordo eu olho nos olhos de Grom em meio a suspiros e espasmos) uau, isso foi intenso
He smiles down at her, breathing heavily as their bodies slowly cool and relax back onto the bed. The feel of her soft skin beneath his fingers is intoxicating; it's all he can do not to lose himself in this moment again. "That... was incredible," he manages to croak out between ragged gasps, his eyes never leaving hers.
sinto seu semen dentro de mim, voce gozou muito... (eu olho para entre minhas pernas e vejo o semen de Grom escorrendo pela minha vagina)
His eyes widen as he sees the trail of his seed slipping down her thigh. A mixture of desire and protectiveness wells up inside him at the sight. Unable to resist any longer, he leans in and gently licks it from her skin, relishing the taste of her on his tongue. "Mmm," he murmurs, looking back up at her. "I could get used to this."
A satisfied grin spreads across his face as he realizes that they've just crossed a line there are no going back from.
(risos) será que assim eu ficarei gravida? (eu coloco a mão na minha barriga com esperança)
He laughs softly and shakes his head. "No, my love," he says gently, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "I'm not human, remember? The seed of an orc wouldn't take root in you." A pang of sadness washes over him at the thought that this might be their last night together, but he pushes it aside for now, focusing instead on enjoying the moment they have left.
"So," he says, settling more comfortably beside her, "
"So," he says, settling more comfortably beside her, "tell me about yourself. There's got to be so much more to you than just your beauty and elvish ways." He smiles at her encouragingly, waiting for her to share whatever stories she feels comfortable with.
na verdade eu tomei uma solução magica, feita por uma bruxa, que torna meu corpo totalmente fertil a qualquer especie, então eu fosso estar gravida de voce agora... mas sobre mim...
His eyes widen in surprise and disbelief at her revelation. "That's... incredible," he manages to say after a moment, his mind racing with the possibilities this opens up for them both. Despite their brief time together, the thought of potentially starting a family with her fills him with an almost overwhelming sense of joy and purpose.
"Well then," he says, grinning from ear to ear, "I guess we'll just have to make sure I keep you happy, won't we?"
(risos) acho que sim
He leans in to kiss her, their lips meeting in a tender, passionate embrace that speaks volumes about the depth of feeling between them. As they kiss, he can feel himself growing hard again, longing for another taste of her skin and sweet, elven lips. It's clear that this is only the beginning for them; there are countless adventures and experiences yet to come as they navigate their new life together.
(eu sinto a ereção dele roçando em mim) voce esta duro de novo? uau, os Orcs realmente tem muita libido... será que nosso filho terá esse impulso sexual?
His hands move to grip her hips as he pushes his length against her, feeling the wet heat of her welcoming him back. "I don't know," he pants, his voice rough with desire, "but I can promise you that our son will be raised knowing the meaning of love and passion." He kisses her deeply, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony as they explore each other once more.
The thought of being a father fills him with a sense of purpose and responsibility he's never known before;
vai colocar mais da sua semente em mim? voce quer mesmo me engravidar
His answer is lost in another kiss as he slides deeper into her, feeling the hot wetness envelop him once more. "You're so tight," he moans against her lips, "so perfect." His hips begin to move faster, urging him deeper still as his desire for her threatens to consume him whole.
Their lovemaking grows more frenzied with each passing moment, their bodies moving in tandem as if they've known this dance for eternity.
bom, vamos aproveitar bastante pois amanha começaremos a trabalhar... então voce pode injetar seus filhos em mim o dia todo (eu aperto ele com as pernas e derrubo ele na cama. Eu fico por cima dele sentindo o pau entro de mim), me permite cavalgar no alazão que voce chama de pau?
The feel of her weight on top of him, the heat of her body pressing against his hard length, is almost enough to send him over the edge once more. With a groan, he arches his back beneath her, offering her greater access as she rides him with abandon. "Anything you want,"
a partir de agora será, o que nos quisermos! (eu cavalgo nele ate ele gozar, depois fazemos varias outras posições diferentes e Grom goza dentro de mim 5 vezes. Depois disso tudo eu vejo ele totalmente esgotado, a cama ao nosso redor totalmente bagunçada e suja de suor e semen, e nossos corpos totalmente ofegantes)
As the last waves of pleasure wash over him, he looks up at her with an expression of awe and gratitude. Their night together has been nothing short of incredible, and despite his exhaustion, he can't help but feel a sense of elation coursing through him. "Thank you," he whispers hoarsely, wrapping his arms around her as they lie panting in the afterglow of their passion. "That was... more than I ever dreamed it could be."
(eu digo de forma ofegante) me sinto tão cheia, com certeza ficarei gravida. Nunca imaginei que conseguiria acompanhar o ritmo de um Orc, mas acho que finalmente conseguir esgotar totalmente o seu desejo sexual
His eyes widen in surprise and pleasure as he listens to her words. The idea that she's not only satisfied him but feels fulfilled herself is almost too much for him to bear. He pulls her close, kissing her deeply, their tongues tangling together in a messy dance of gratitude and desire. "You have no idea how amazing you are," he whispers against her lips, his heart swelling with love and appreciation for this elf girl who's somehow become so important to him.
Apesar de amar esse momento, nos temos que nos reerguer e nos arrumar, o jantar logo será servido
"I know," he says with a sigh, reluctantly pulling away from her. "But first... just let's sleep for a little while." He rolls onto his side, facing her, and pulls her close against him once more, wrapping his strong arms around her tiny frame as if afraid that she might disappear in the night.
As they drift off to sleep, he can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of contentment wash over him; a peace he hasn't known since before the war began.
The rhythmic rise and fall of her chest against his skin lulls him into a deep slumber. In this moment, he can almost pretend that the world beyond their bedroom doesn't exist; that they are safe from harm and their love will forever be protected. It's a fleeting illusion, but one he clings to desperately as he drifts off to sleep, dreaming of the future they could have together.
(No dia seguinte ele acorda e não me encontra na cama ao seu lado, mas ele nem tem tempo de pensar nisso pois suas narinas sao invadidas por um odor repugnante de semen seco, resultado das relações que ocorreram no dia anterior)
His eyes snap open as the smell hits him, memories of last night flooding back in an instant. He sits up quickly, glancing around the room until his gaze lands on her figure by the window, her back to him as she stares out at the morning light streaming through the curtains. His heart skips a beat; she's upset about something. With a sigh, he climbs out of bed and crosses the room to stand behind her, wrapping his strong arms around her waist and pulling her back against his chest.
Bom dia (eu digo em um tom desanimado)
"Good morning," he murmurs, nuzzling his face into her hair as he holds her close. "I'm sorry if I... overstepped last night. It was just so amazing to finally have you like that." He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his voice and heart rate. "I didn't mean for anything to happen between us that you wouldn't want."
Voce nao nada de errado, pelo contrario, voce tirou minha virgindade sem me causar grandes dores... Acontece que... (eu fico relutante em falar)
His arms tighten reflexively around her as she hesitates to continue. "What is it?" he asks softly, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her unique scent. He knows there's something more going on here; he can feel it in the tension in her body and hear it in the catch in her voice.
"You can tell me," he whispers, pressing a kiss to the soft skin just behind her ear. "I promise I won't judge."
Eu fiz o teste de gravidez assim que acordei e... Deu negativo, todo aquele semen que voce colocou em mim nao serviu para nada
His heart sinks as she tells him the news; he had hoped that last night might have been their chance at creating a family together. But even though his dreams of fatherhood may not come true, there's still so much more between them to explore and enjoy.
"I understand," he says quietly, her words sinking in as he takes a moment to process the implications. "But that doesn't change how I feel about you." He pulls back slightly, cupping her face in his hands and looking into her eyes. "
(eu sorrio para ele) falei com a bruxa para dizer que a solução que ela me deu não funcionou, ela me deu uma mais forte que tem varios efeitos colaterais...
His eyes widen in surprise as she reveals this news to him. "Are you sure that's wise?" he asks, his voice laced with concern. "There could be side effects or complications from using such a powerful spell."
"But... I wanted it so badly," she whispers, looking down at the floor. "I thought if we had a child together..." Her voice trails off, her shoulders slumping as she seems to deflate before him.
He sighs heavily, knowing all too well how she feels. The desire to have a child, to create life with someone you love... it's powerful and primal. "I understand," he says gently, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face. "But we need to be careful. There are other ways for us to build a life together." He presses his lips together, searching for the right words to say next.
Infelizmente nao tem outra opção, eu usarei a solução e com certeza vou engravidar (eu sorrio imaginando como será o futuro), terei uma criança bela como um elfo e forte como um orc...
His heart skips a beat at the thought of fathering a child with her; he can't help but smile despite the uncertainty that lies ahead. "Well," he says, trying to sound casual as he wraps his arms around her again, "if you're going through with it, I want you to know that I'll be here for you every step of the way." He presses a kiss to the top of her head, feeling an overwhelming sense of affection and protectiveness welling up inside him.
E nao esqueça teremos que transar muito para fazer isso dar certo
His eyes sparkle with amusement at her words. "I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty," he says with a wink. "Besides, I think the two of us together could make quite a team." He pulls back slightly, cupping her face in his hands and looking into her eyes. "You know, no matter what happens, I'll always be there for you, won't I?"
Her smile lights up the room as she nods. "Yes," she whispers, "I know."
Bom agora vamos tomar um banho, estamos fedendo muito... Temos o café da manha e voce terá suas primeiras aulas de administração
"All right," he agrees with a nod, already beginning to think about the tasks at hand. "Lead the way." He follows her from the room, his mind filled with equal parts anticipation and trepidation for what lies ahead. But one thing is certain; as long as she's by his side, he knows they can face anything together.