Thread: Meet the Bride. ( Me and Ahri the Kumiho )

Brandon couldn't help himself, he just had to smile at her worry, naturally she was going to get pregnant at some point in time, he had no intention to bother with protection. Besides, the sooner he got her knocked up, the sooner his father would get off his back, and the more likely Ava would be to remain where she was, right besides him where he could screw around with her. Package deal, yeah, that is probably what he could call it. He enjoyed a tight ass in his bed, and his father wanted him to wed a woman and sire a kid with her. Not the most thrilling of idea's, but with the inheritance on the line, who was he to oppose it, and with a girl like Ava, it could very well become a pleasant deal, and who said he couldn't have some fun on the side now and then. A strange thought, though Brandon found himself a bit worried about Ava, cursing her inwardly as he figured that it wasn't just worry about how it may come to light that he raped her, but that she actually had come to harm there. So, he cared for her, was that it ? Well crap. he cusses as she seemed in such pain, close to collapsing as it seemed, not the way he expected to enjoy his evening with her. Nevertheless he came to support her, holding her by the back and even reaching below her legs to lift her up, planning now to carry her upstairs to plant her into his bed, assuming that she may need a bit of rest. least, that better be what she needed, he was reluctant to call the doctor yet, but he would have to if this would get any worse, he had little use nor interest to be responsible for her passing away, besides, she was worth more to him when she's able to do her duty. Soon he'd have taken her to his bedchamber, a room that had, as most of the house, a slight Victorian touch, though the appearance of his room had been altered and the old styled look mostly ruined with a random selection of modern furnishing and electronic devises, such as a Large Flat-screen TV and plenty of consoles lined up before it. The one thing Brandon seemed interested in preserving within this room was the large and massive bed that resided here, an incredibly comfortable double bed far to large for a single person, and a bed he had enjoyed the company of one or the other maid or young women in. He had hoped to enjoy his newest conquest in there as well, even guessed that it would be here that he'd take her virginity, though things had taken on a life of it's own it seemed as now he was laying her into the bed with her abused cunt staining it all with it's blood. Try to relax ! he demanded, heading out of the room to fetch a bowl of warm water and a towel, though briefly considering to get cold water instead as he recalled it's ability to slow down any smaller bleeding, little good it would do him though if she was bleeding inside. Soon he returned and sat down besides Ava, trying to clean her cunt from the mixture of blood and cum to remove the worst of it, and then simply lean to spread her pussy with two fingers while his other hand send two fingers into her to try and explore her tight cunt. Sure, it was hardly an effective measure to take care of her, but Brandon wanted to figure out if he had ripped her open, and though he could only control part of her passage, it least would give him an idea of what was going on, if he couldn't find any damage, he'd probably just have to give her pussy some time to calm down, and he dearly hoped that would be the case.