Juniper didn't care that he didn’t have a condom. She’d carry his baby. She’d carry hundreds of his babies if it meant getting to feel his manhood fill her to the brim over and over and over again. Hers. Hers alone. She’d share him with no one. And when he penetrated her anyway, her toes curled in excitement as a moan pushed out of her with each inch he’d bury into her. “W-Wric!” She whined out in pleasure and ecstasy, “Wric! Oh Wric fuck me! Fuck me! please!” Vocalizing the very words he read in her eyes barely a moment before this whole thing started. She wanted to feel him pumping into her wildly like the animal that he was, her hands still gripping his horns as she pulled him back into a kiss.