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“Booker…” Elizabeth began, inspecting a bottle of whiskey that was mostly empty. She glanced around the room once more, her eyes saddening at the amount of alcohol Booker had consumed.
“Elizabeth, I….I know. There was a lot on my mind, there still is. Things like my debt, my declining amount of work, the fading memories of your mother, there’s a lot. And it leads me to do things I shouldn’t do. But no matter how hard I try, I fail to stop it.” He stated, staring at the wall as if he was reliving the worst of the terrible things he had seen.
“Then I can help you. You don’t have to do this alone. You have me….your daughter and lover. I’m whatever you need me to be because I will always be by your side, helping you through it all. Just like you were always there for me in Columbia.”
“Thank you, Elizabeth. If I didn’t have you here to help me, I probably would have succumbed to alcohol or something far worse. But while you may be my blood, you are more than just my kin. Hell be damned, I would go through Columbia again, just to put a ring on that finger. Because that is how I feel. No matter how much time we have known each other, I have felt I have known you for an eternity.” Booker replied, causing a smile to form on Elizabeth’s face due to the corniness of his comments.
“As classy as ever Booker.” The raven-haired woman giggled. It’s weird, this is a side of him I have never seen before. He seems….happier. Was he like this with his wife? Or is this new? She questioned, lost in thoughts, only drawn out from her thinking when she heard a glass bottle smash on the floor.
“I’m fine,” Booker called out to Elizabeth who had once again begun helping him clean.
“Hey, Booker, were you like this with your wife before she passed?”
“What do you mean?”
“This happy. In Columbia, you were cruel, vulgar, and violent. But now? Now you are happier, friendlier, and more loving.”
“I guess so. I know that my wife used to say I should do vaudeville or something. She also called me a hopeless romantic.”
“Well, you will be glad to know that she and I would agree on at least one of those points. Because you are a hopeless romantic. Besides, why wait to put a ring on my finger?”
“W-what are you implying, Elizabeth?”
“Well, some of the books I read in my tower stated that skinship was a legal form of marriage. And while we may be skipping some steps, it’s like you said, it’s like we have known each other for an eternity.” She told him seductively, walking over to him before leading him to a nearby chair. As he saw what she was getting at, he followed her command and sat down in the chair, waiting for her next command.
Elizabeth watched as he sat in the chair, watching her closely to try and figure out what she had planned next. But she didn’t speak, she only walked towards him before straddling his legs and wrapping her arms around her neck.
“I have waited long enough for this. So….do whatever you want to me. I won’t object. Want me to wear a collar for you? I will. Want me to wear nothing at all times? I will. I will follow any command you have….as long as you fulfill my request.” She whispered into his ear, earning a positive response from inside his trousers.
“And what would that be?” Booker questioned his tone much like when he was in Columbia.
“That you fill me up. Give me a memento of you and your love. Though I know you won’t be going anywhere of course. And neither will I. But that is all I ask; that you impregnate your daughter.” She explained, feeling his shaft twitch at the thought.
“Elizabeth, we have hardly known each other….” He began only to be cut off by her lips crashing into his. They kissed passionately for a while, both grinding into each other to try and satisfy their rising hunger for the other.
“Don’t. I don’t care how long we have been together or anything like that. I love you more than I ever dreamed was possible. Besides, weren’t you the one trying to get a ring on my finger?” She inquired, gasping lightly as she pulled away from the kiss. “Well, you can get one on very soon if you fulfill my only request. Because I know it’s improper to have inseminated someone and not be married.”
Booker thought long and arduously on the topic. Sure, he was willing to do it, his love for her exceeded what he thought was possible. He just wasn’t sure he was ready for it. He didn’t want to lose Elizabeth again and drop back into his habits. But eventually, he complied and lifted her as he rose from the chair, leading both of them to the bedroom in which he had slept alone for many nights.
He layed the raven-haired girl down onto the bed as he kissed her again. The kiss was full of desire and lust, their tongues no longer waltzing but fighting for dominance. Booker, obviously, won the clash between the two appendages before he broke away from the kiss to look at Elizabeth. Her face was dusted red with embarrassment and want, only adding to her appeal. But as she began to lean back down on the bed after the kiss, she lightly bit his lower lip and pulled it before releasing it.
“Are you sure you are ready?” He asked, concern written throughout his question.
“Y-yes. Now please….just fuck me.” Elizabeth commanded, her voice wavering slightly from the excitement burning between her legs.
Booker only nodded and began to explore her body, his hands roaming her sides as his lips traveled along her neck, leaving love bites as they traveled lower. He then began to slide his lover out of her blue, velvet jacket, exposing her arms and chest to him. At the sight of her slowly revealing body, he relinquished a low growl before quickly untying her corset and removing it from her body, leaving her in only her skirt. Instantly, his mouth began to explore the newly revealed territory, leaving deeper bite marks in its path which elicited sensual moans from the woman underneath him.
“Booker, please, stop teasing me.” Elizabeth moaned. Upon request, the grizzled man lowered his hands to her blue skirt, preparing to take it off of her hourglass figure. But primal urges overcame the man and he tore through the material quickly, an audible RRRIP sounding through the room followed by a sharp gasp from the woman underneath him.
“T-those are my only-” She began, only to be hushed by the man.
“You stated yourself that you would obey any command. Consider this my first command.” He growled as his hands cupped her drenched folds, rubbing them softly. “Good god….you are soaked Elizabeth. Well, I guess I shouldn’t taunt you any further.”
The ex-Pinkerton lifted himself off of his daughter, quickly removing all articles of clothing he was wearing at the time. As he did so, Elizabeth watched as he revealed himself to her, showing her his scars and surprisingly still toned chest. But the real surprise to Elizabeth came when he removed his pants, revealing his erect shaft to her.
Once he was fully undressed, he stared at her, admiring her perky yet supple breasts, her perfect hourglass figure, and her cleanly shaven snatch. Finally, after staring for roughly a minute, he spoke a command to her.
“Get on your hands and knees. Ass in the air, head on the pillow.” He barked, watching as she only nodded in reply before following his directions. Once she was in position, she watched as he took notice of the fact that the light revealed her glistening folds and that her juices had begun to dribble onto the sheets.
No more words were exchanged as Booker climbed onto the bed and lined himself up with her entrance. He waited for a moment, making sure that she didn’t object to the cardinal sin they were about to invoke, only to never receive one. At Elizabeth’s silence, he pushed into her core, causing her to gasp and moan from being widened by him. He then began to piston into her, eliciting loud, raspy moans of his name from her. This continued for a while before he reached down, grabbed one of her breasts, and whispered to her.
“I’m about to cum, Elizabeth. Are you sure you want me to do this?” He asked her, ensuring that she was fully committed to what was about to happen.
“Mmmhmm….Yes. Cum in me. Fill me up, make me yours, and impregnate me.” She moaned as she felt his pistoning speed up and his cock begin to twitch. He continued to piston into her for a few minutes longer before a low growl erupted from him.
“Take it, Elizabeth. Take all of my seed.” He growled, his semen painting her womb and walls white as he came. At the same moment, Elizabeth climaxed onto his shaft, crying out his name in ecstasy. After releasing his seed into her, Booker slumped onto the bed and pulled her into his arms.
“I hope you know that there is no guarantee I fulfilled your wish.” Booker panted, sweat coating every inch of his body.
Elizabeth giggled at his comment before speaking, “You seem to forget that I have the ability to control time and space. So I KNOW you completed your task. Of course, I also know that this will not be the last time we have sex. Nor will this be our only child. I want a family.”
“Of course. But one thing at a time, first.” He replied. I love that she can make me forget all of my problems. She makes me feel alive again. And I wouldn’t trade that for anything. But now I need to find a way to get her a wedding, a ring, and clothes. I’ll get the ring first, the clothes can wait just a tiny amount of time.
After conversing with himself in his mind, Booker smirked and pulled Elizabeth closer to him before drifting asleep and he whispered sweet nothings into her ear.