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Victor stared at me with such hope that I knew perfectly well I’d crossed a massive line. A luxurious sexual tension clung to the air around us, sparking and snapping as though electricity made tiny connections between us, eliciting goosebumps and raised hairs.
We existed in a bubble moment suspended in time while the universe massaged our souls.
Victor stood less than a meter away in the foyer, where semi-darkness added to my elevated mood. The semen racing through my womb only hours after making love spoke of a primal intent, and I desperately wanted to get pregnant.
“I’m enjoying our copulation, and your desire to sleep with me has boosted my ego, Victor.”
That’s so wooden, Amy. Fucking let go!
“You made me work for that privilege, Amy, but I enjoyed the chase.”
“I’m sorry. It’s a confusing time for both of us. I don’t mean to be ambiguous about my feelings.”
“Your challenges are made especially difficult by my family.”
I hadn’t mentioned my altercation with Caprica. Victor witnessed the whole thing and could make up his mind. The lawyer inside me couldn’t ignore one factor, and I needed to air a view.
You’ll be sorry you did.
“I’m sure you have the situation under control, but this idea to use an incestuous coupling as an inheritance conduit to manage your family fortune is degenerate and won’t work.”
“It didn’t work the first time when aristocracy tried it, hundreds of years ago, Amy. It’s not on the table in any regard aside from inside the fantasy bubble my sister creates.”