The Impregnation Theory

“I want gold,” Gray got to the point without wandering around. “Three pouches of it. Each pouch should have thirty gold coins.”

“Have you gone mad?” Andria still had two of her fingers probing inside her clit. And judging by the blush she was already wet. But Gray’s statement made her furrow her eyebrows. “I don’t have gold with me.”

“I worked in this house even before you married Lord Julius, and I exactly know where he likes to keep his gold. And I know you have access to it. Oh, you can continue fingering. You listen with your ears not with your fingers.”

Andria gave a grunt but continued to rub her fingers in a circular motion, but at a much slower pace. Gray started stripping while he talked.

“As you said, after this is done, I’m out of your life. And I want money to establish myself as a proper citizen.”

“Ninety gold is way too much!” Andria snapped. “Twenty is enough for you to live a moderate life.”

Gray got into bed, buck naked, and sat down, his eyes on Andria’s vagina. It was already glistening with the wetness. “I am giving you a child, and I don’t want to live a moderate life.”

Truth is, he didn’t mind a moderate life. But the extra pouches of gold were for Sia and Lyla. Once he gets his payment he’s going to run away with both of them. There were places in the kingdom where you could live peacefully without catching any noble’s attention. And Gray knew Lyla knew plenty of those places. She would have run away with them even before it, but she didn’t have the money for it.

Ninety gold was enough for them to live like rich bastards for an entire year. If they could go to a province where most of the currency was copper then gold would have a bigger value.

“Julius will ask why I need so much money,” Andria grumbled.

Gray gently removed her fingers, then brought his mouth close to her lips. “Who said you were going to ask him? You are going to steal it, and then modify his records to look like you didn’t steal it.”

He licked the edges of her pussy lips, then probed his tongue inside. The taste was salty but also a little sweet, and he lolled his tongue inside, drawing a moan from the woman each time he did it.

When he pulled back and looked up Andria was panting, with her face red as a rose. “What if I say no?”

“That’s going against the rules Lady Andria,” Gray grinned. “Remember our agreement? You do anything I ask while we have sex. And foreplay,” he spat at her vagina. “Is part of sex.”

Her face hardened when she realized the trap she had fallen into. “You fucking prick!”

“Yes, exactly, this prick is going to be fucking you the whole night!”

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Despite telling her he’d use her all night, Gray only managed to go three rounds. But those three rounds were the best parts of his life he’d spent so far. He was first on top of Andria, pushing her while sucking her nipples and stealing kisses from her time to time.

In the second round, he made her go on top. She was a bit too heavy than he imagined, but gladly Andria did most of the work. While Gray was lying on the soft cotton sheets the noblewoman raised herself up and down, one hand on Gray’s leg and the other on her own breast. When Gray was about to cum, a warm water-like liquid sprayed off the noblewoman’s vag, then trickled down Gray’s penis.

Haha, she squirted! When Gray looked up her eyes were looking up, and her mouth was drawing deep gasps of breath. Her tongue was out, and when Gray pumped in, she started panting like a dog.

Gray took a few moments of a break after that, then slapped the noblewoman’s belly.

“Get up!”

“We are going another round?” her voice didn’t seem to refuse it, nor did her body, which was already out of it.

Gray got a funny idea. During their third round, he positioned her towards the direction of Julius’s bedroom, which was right opposite to the guest room, and then he slammed onto her, going harder and harder with each thrust.

“Ah, I wish Lord Julius could see this,” Gray chuckled. “I just wish I could see his face.”

“Ah, ah, ah…” there were only rough grunts from Andria. No objections, no talks about the morality she was blabbering about, no insults…

“Oh, and I have some payback to do,” Gray raised his hand and slapped her ass as hard as he could.

“AH!” Andria let out something between a moan and a gasp.

“That is for your husband calling Sia a bitch. She is a pretty innocent girl and someone miles ahead of shitty people like you.”

He raised her hand and slapped her again. Her fleshy buttock was now starting to redden.

“That is for insulting Lyla and asking for another cup of tea.”

He felt his dick sliding in smoother and smoother. Andria was getting wet with each spank.

“And this,” he raised both his hands. He felt he was on the verge of sending it all out. “Is for your husband treating all of us like slaves!”

He brought his hands down. Two smacks echoed in the silent room at the same time, almost so loud that Gray was afraid it would wake up Julius. But then Andria moaned, which she quickly contained by gasping back. Her head arched up, her sweaty face glistening with madness and Gray pumped the last ounce he had inside her. It wasn’t much, but just enough for three or four spurts.

When he was done, he drew back. His legs felt funny, so he kept a few steps back and fell to the bed. Andria fell straight down to the ground, tongue out, muttering something dumb.

By the fairies, I think I fucked the woman mad.

They were there for more than a few minutes. Now that his energy was drained Gray felt the sleepiness kicking back in.

He stood up and dressed quickly. Andria got up, much weakly, and staggered towards her dress. They were both silent when they dressed, but before Andria walked out of the room, Gray called her and gave her a big smile.

“Goodbye Andria, better keep the gold ready tomorrow.”

She was still blushing, but she gave a nod. After she walked out Gray buckled his belt and walked out. When he was outside he heard the muffled voices of the husband and wife from the other side.

“Oh, it’s late night honey,” it was the old bastard’s voice. “Were you reading?”

There was a short pause. “Why of course, Julius. What else would I be doing? It’s already late, let’s go to sleep.”

It was followed by a slight rustle.

“Wait,” it was Julius again. “Want to do something nice before we go to sleep? I believe some lovemaking is on its way.”

“Not now Julius,” Andria muttered, and her voice sounded annoyed then angry. “Let’s go to sleep.”

“Oh…okay…” it was the sound of a disappointed nobleman.

There was another rustling, and the room was silent.

Gray looked back at the room he and Andria were in, saw the little cum stains on the carpet, then walked back chuckling to himself.