Miranda's eyes widen<strong>"I'm not getting pregnant!"</strong>She snapped, holding her stomach. Gods, getting pregnant, during a war! She would be unable to fight, and just carrying the child. She shuddered.<br/><br/>Mortin, smirked<strong>"Miss"</strong>he said addressing Serieyle "While we would be glad to have sex" He said completely ignoring any objection from his leader<strong>"Pregnancy would take 9 months for the child too be delivered, leaving her unable to fight until then. And usually a very serious responsibility. And you see-" </strong><br/><br/><strong>"Shut it Mortin" </strong>Miranda said interrupting her subordinate.<strong> "Look. Serieyle, I'll tell you what. I'll fuck this guy, but no babies! And you!"</strong>She said pointing at the male<strong>. "If anybody finds out about this I swear I'll cut your balls off and put them in my trophey room! you hear!"</strong>She said agressivly, Mortin only nodding.<br/><br/>She scooted over, getting close to the two of them, Mortin's face growing more excited. Her large milky breast still a bit too deep in the water, her face blushing as Mortin's hard cock, poping up slightly out of the water, Miranda looking at it nervous. It had been years since she a man's cock touched her.<br/><br/>