Witch's Marsh Oh [m]y God, she looks so helpless, and her body's saying: "Hell yes."

He was young; she was not sure if his seed would take hold within her. But such thoughts quickly melted away as he thrust inside her. The witch moaned in delight, her toes drawing furrows into the ground beneath her as he began his rhythm. It was slow at first, but it quickly sped up, to the witch's delight. 

She whined in content as he finished, feeling his weight against her. The woman panted, again half wondering if she would bear Xan's child. What would Damien would think...