Lonely Existence

I was stomping around trees. My feet somehow finding me a path. I intended to get to market. My skirt was heavy with coin now.

He is paying me for every time he takes me.

I'm not paying you. He objected. I'm tending you. I can't have the vessel of such great pleasures starve, now can I?

"What if I do?" I rounded. My eyes brightening. "What if I do? What if I refuse to eat ever again rather than continue as your plaything for my entire existence?"

I wouldn't recommend it.

"Of course, you wouldn't!"

I wouldn't let you starve.

"You can't force me to do anything but accept your body into mine." I'd learned that much, at least.

Yes. And I can inject enough sustenance into you, to keep you healthy.

I frowned as I considered what he was saying. "How..."

In your mouth. He said flatly.

He's telling me he could keep me sustained by the consuming his seed? The thought was horrifying. I couldn't imagine how many times he'd have to overtake my face to manage that.