His manhood drove into her cunt forcefully, and she gasped as it bottomed out inside her. At her touch, Sergei Ivanovich shrank back but she was relentless, and soon, far sooner than Anna had hoped, his shaft was hard in the witch’s mouth. Sex “Carrying suits Ilona, and we want to have another son.” It was the first Anna had heard of her nephew. When she came back to herself, her father was seated beside her on the bed and Peshka was examining them both. The two girls had decided to wait a while after the birth, which was hard on mother and child, before joining Noor’s family on the steppe. “What does it matter whose child it is?” she said finally. Sergei Ivanovich took his daughter firmly by the hips and began thrusting his pelvis against hers, building up a rhythm which teased Anna with moments of pleasure even as it revolted her. She didn’t know where he was being taken, or what they would do to him.
