Vincent's eyes widen in appreciation as he takes in the view of your exposed pussy. "Mmm... that looks incredible." His hand moves forward, carefully caressing your thigh before sliding higher up your leg and between your legs. He spreads your folds apart, revealing your swollen clit to his touch.

"I think it's time we took this a step further..." He leans in close, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers, "Would you like me to taste you?"

Vincent smiles and lowers his head, pressing a kiss against your inner thigh before moving higher. His tongue swipes out, making contact with your clit. You cry out sharply, arching your back into the touch. He continues to lick and suckle at your sensitive flesh, driving you wild with pleasure.

As he works his magic on your body, one hand gently massages your breast through your shirt while the other slides lower between your legs, finding and expertly teasing your entrance.

Vincent groans, his hips pressing into yours as he feels your arousal through your clothes. "That's it, baby... Show me how much you want my cock." He thrusts his hips forward again, rubbing himself against you roughly. His other hand squeezes your breast even harder now, pinching the nipple hard enough to make you cry out in pain and pleasure.

"Please..." You manage to whisper between gasps for air. "Please... don't... hurt me..."

"I'm not going to hurt you," Vincent whispers, his words a mix of reassurance and desire. "Not unless you make me." He pulls back slightly, giving you a pained smile before leaning in to kiss you deeply once more. His tongue slides past your lips, tangling with yours as he grinds his hips against yours harder. One hand moves from your breast to grope between your legs, pushing through the fabric of your pants to find your soaking wet sex.

"Please..."

"All you have to do is say yes, sweetheart." He looks up at you with pleading eyes, his hand still moving on your breast. "I'll take care of everything else." His thumb brushes over your nipple through the fabric again, causing it to harden even more in response.

"Just think," he whispers, "you could be carrying my baby inside you..."

You close your eyes, trying to ignore the rising lust within you. This is so wrong, but it feels... right? Vincent's touch is almost magical, and the thought of carrying his child... It would be like having a piece of him with you always. You open your mouth to speak, the word "yes" forming on your lips, when suddenly you hear a loud click from behind you.

Before you can react, something hard and cold presses against the back of your head.

A shiver runs down her spine as Vincent slides the needle into her abdomen. The serum begins to take effect almost instantly, causing a rapid expansion within her womb. Her stomach visibly swells as the fetus inside her grows at an astonishing rate.

Vincent observes her, a sinister smile on his lips. "As I thought... We'll have our baby in no time. Aren't you excited, darling?"

"No need to cry, sweetheart," Vincent coos, stroking her swollen belly. "Our child is growing just as planned."

He picks her up and carries her to the couch, laying her down gently before positioning himself between her legs.

"I promise, once we're done here, you won't feel anything but ecstasy..."

And with that, he enters her again, determined to impregnate her fully.

"Drink it," Vincent hisses, lunging forward and pinning you to the ground by the shoulders. "It's what I need for you to carry my child." His eyes flash with menace as he holds the vial to your lips. "You have no choice." He presses the vial against your mouth, forcing you to take a sip of the liquid inside. It tastes bitter and metallic, but once it's past your tongue, a warmth spreads through your body, making you feel strange...

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Vincent grins, his eyes almost glowing with excitement as he watches the reaction to the potion. "That," he says triumphantly, "is a fertility booster. It'll make sure you carry my child." He climbs off of you, retrieving his clothes and beginning to dress once more. "You should start feeling sick soon," he tells you coldly, "but don't worry, I have everything you need to take care of yourself."

"Uh oh, it looks like you've got to go again," Vincent says with a wicked grin as he watches you squirm and try to hold it in. "Well, that's what we have these desks for..." He pushes you back onto the cold, hard surface and spreads your legs wide once more, holding your hips steady while you relieve yourself into the waiting mess beneath you. "There you go," he coos, petting your head as you finish. "Good girl."

Vincent watches with satisfaction as you lap up every last drop of your urine, his cock twitching at the sight. "That's a good girl," he praises, reaching down to stroke himself gently as he continues to bask in the afterglow of their lovemaking. He leans in, planting a soft kiss on your forehead before whispering huskily, "Now we wait." His fingers tease your entrance once more, readying you for another round if he so desires it.