Struggling with my body against her rock hard powerful body. My protests and "no"'s slowly turning into moans and whimpers.
My pushy hands suddenly becoming grabby as I trace them along her muscular body until I eventually embrace her as she rides a baby into her fertile green womb.
Knowing she chose me because she knew the superior offspring id produce with her.
I never got a choice to be her husband but maybe it was not so bad after all?
