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Her lungs filled and emptied at a quicker pace than normal, and she had to stop herself as to not get dizzy. This whole plot was turning her on, and it showed too. Bain was forgotten, stored somewhere in the back of her mind so she could fully enjoy the presence of the Jarl. She did not feel bad, she felt no shame and no guilt. All she could feel was the tingling sensation that surrounded her most precious parts, the butterflies in her belly and her mind that was slowly going blank. Even if the male doing this to her was a bit younger than, she did not give two shits and half a rabbit. As long as they were both happy, what harm could it do? Oh boy, would she see how much harm it would do whenever she felt the pain of giving birth.

When his touch disappeared, she opened her eyes slightly, not knowing what he was doing or why. His warm breath was not enough to satisfy her needs anymore, and she let out a soft, wanting whimper before he finally touched her truly. It was warm and cold, amazing and yet so strange. Still, she could not contain herself nor her voice, and another moan left her mouth before she could stop herself. She did not know how this ritual worked, only that his member had to enter her for it to be called love-making. Love-making... Did she love him?