She poured her heart out, answering every question he posed. He listened patiently, using his gentle demeanour to ease her discomfort and build trust. As the conversation deepened, he carefully chose his words, asking increasingly personal questions that tested her boundaries. Yet, she continued to confide in him, her initial hesitation gradually fading.
He posed a more intimate question, "Did he always climax inside you during intercourse?" Her face flushed with embarrassment, but she nodded, her voice barely audible, "Yes."
He intentionally asked these probing questions to gauge her desperation and the lengths she would go to have a child. After a few more inquiries, he fell silent, lost in thought.
"While the circumstances are similar," he paused, "let me ask you this: How long is your husband's... dragon? Does it reach your womb?" His question, though blunt, was deliberate. Her face turned crimson with embarrassment.