*Aaron*
BHer words hit me like a ton of bricks. I was right from the start. All she wanted from me was my d**k. No, it wasn't just that. She wanted my seed.
She is a widow, and a recent one at that. I never asked if she had children, and she never mentioned them. I don't ask now, but simply state the obvious as her motives become clear. "You didn't give your husband an heir”.
Slowly, she shakes her head, detaches herself from the door, walks to the sitting area, and sits down in a chair near the fireplace. Against my better judgment, I sit in the chair across from her. I prefer to stand when anger consumes me, but my fury is subsiding. I curse her for making me care about her problems. "Surely the next in line will ensure you are taken care of".
"Serdal was the last. He had no survivin
