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He didn’t think about how he should have pulled out until afterwards. Sirisco had been so lost in the moment, in how good it all felt, that he’s forgot to even consider releasing himself inside a noblewoman might be inappropriate. It had been so long since he felt desired, years since he got to be with someone he desired so strongly. He was intoxicated by a need to feel useful and important. Pampinea needed him and he took that responsibility sobering seriously.
The next time he had prepared himself to put his delusions aside and do the right thing this time. She had not said anything last time but that does not mean she was entirely willing to take his seed. Pampinea surprised him though by pushing him onto the bed so she could take him astride. Pinned down by her Sirisco felt he had little control over how things concluded this time around. He tried to vocalize when he felt his impending release so that she might unsheathe herself from him if that’s what she wanted but his redheaded mistress simply shushed him and held him firmly in place within her as Sirisco came with a shudder.
So now he had proof the lady wanted all of him. It was perfect. Heavenly bliss to be so desired. He wanted nothing more than to give all of himself to her; body and mind. He would prove to her that he could take care of her and their child when the time came. He would fight off the bandits and ruffians that threatened to invade their new home.
He knew that such things did not take root instantaneously but their carefree joining felt like a promise, for a whole beautiful future together. Sirisco looked forward to taking care of her as a husband would even if they could never formally marry. He could not be so lucky as to even consider that they could be together legally but he would love her nonetheless.
During their thrusts he would now imagine how she might look swelling with his child. He was sure she’d be radiant with the glow of motherhood. And after the thought made him cum insider her again he clung to her while pondering all the ways he’d take care of her when the time came. How he’d pamper her when she could not longer get out of bed. Gently rubbing her stomach to connect with his child within. He would find the best doctor he could to oversee her treatment since she is so far along in age but he was sure it’d be manageable. She may be older than the typical bride but in that moment she was perfect to him. In the brief time she allowed him to linger she was idyllic.
And when she finally shoved him off and shooed him away, demanding he fetch her some dessert, he was her servant again.
He knew that was the way of the world yet Sirisco couldn’t quite shake off how it felt to be his own master, to be her Viscount, and for the first time since this terrible plague started he thought he might be feeling hope.