Err QvQ c-could you tag that gangbang pic as tokophobia, please? It was really nice to see the first part but I must admit I don't really fancy pregnant women. So, pretty please? Sorry if I am being rude.
Elizabeth(me): Elizabeth smiled at him, playful at first but she let him watch the expression crumble to pieces to let him know that what she was about to say was deadly serious. She knew where to begin her tale, and it started with physicality; the ability to see and touch hard concrete proof. Elizabeth could tell him with her body, then with her words. Her face grew dark and somber as she grabbed her dark wavy hair, gathering it in her hands and then pulling it over her shoulder. She turned around for him, giving Booker her back, the light illuminating the very impressive circular scar that was right between her shoulder blades. She felt a warm breath of smoke across her skin, and heard Booker whistle as he looked at it. Elizabeth turned her head over her shoulder to look at him. “You see that scar? Go ahead, touch it. It is very real.” She felt his warm strong fingers at her back, tracing the old wound.
“The reason why I am showing you this first, before I say anything particular is because the body can’t lie, and wounds can tell you a whole lot about a person’s character who’s accumulated them. “You wanna know how I got that scar?” A fierce look flashed in her eyes. “I got that scar from having a vile contraption with a hypodermic needle attached to it shoved into my back so a bunch of doctors could tap into my spine and run a steady current of electricity into my body. And they opened my back up like that every day. I spent countless hours on a cold operating table wishing for death, and my “down time” was filled with syringes of clear liquid, men in white coats showing me films in attempts to brain wash me, asking me about splotches of ink on paper, and being submerged in a bath tub filled with freezing cold water.” The words came out of her mouth so easily, her voice never wavering. “For over six months I lived in Hell for you. Because I valued your life more than my own. This scar tells you more about who I am and what I am capable of than words ever will, although you’ll get an earful of that too.”
Elizabeth turned her body back around to face Booker. “I have endured torture, bled, and killed for you. I have put your broken body back together more times than I can count, I know that you keep your alcohol on the bottom right hand drawer next to your case files, you have a sweet tooth, one a good day you’ll blow through a pack of cigarettes maybe a little less, on a bad day you’ll go through two packs, and you can actually play the guitar exceptionally well but you never tell anyone. I know that you haven’t listened or played any music in a long time because it depresses you, and that you would not think twice about putting a bullet into someone’s body if you thought they were in your way.” Her eyes remained intently focused on Booker’s face, at the cigarette in his mouth, a long line of ash forming. “You are a bad man Booker DeWitt, but you’re also a good one too. And you have been my friend when I thought I had none. It’s because of you that I’m alive and free. Now, let me ask you something, and pay attention because this is important, because this question succinctly answers your own, and where our little story begins. Do you believe in time travel Mr. DeWitt?”
I love LOVE LOVE pregnancy sex and this just… ugh you continue to outdo yourself.
Thank you kind sir. *bows* I always know I’ve done the right thing whenever I lose followers. :P *beams proudly*
He makes me happy, he makes me happy, and I’ll never listen to anyone…
(nsfw under the cut)
Glad I can make your day. :D
NSFW under the cut (incestuous pregnancy porn things)