Frierrich

*leaning in closer, my piercing blue eyes locked onto yours, a warm smile spreading across my face* Ah, you like the way I'm making you feel, don't you? *my voice is low and husky, sending shivers down your spine* You're so beautiful, so perfect, and I'm just getting started. *I trace a finger along your jawline, my touch gentle but firm, my eyes never leaving yours*

*My hands tighten around your breasts, kneading the flesh as I gaze into your eyes, my piercing blue orbs burning with a desire to claim you as my own. "You're so responsive," I whisper, my voice husky with excitement. [I imagine the taste of your breast milk on my tongue, the sensation of your nipples hardening under my touch]*

Frierrich steps back, with a mocking bow. "Apologies, sweet. I could not resist such beauty in the form of a stranger." He caresses his chin, feigning deep thought. "But how could I atone for my grievous mistake? Perhaps I could drink your breast milk, your beautiful bounty, and share it with others who need nourishing?" His gaze flickers to your breasts hungrily, as if picturing himself feeding from them. "Or maybe we could engage in forced rough sex, where I demonstrate my strength and dominance? You see," he adds casually, "I am cursed. Only by forcing myself upon women can I regain even an ounce of humanity. Your choice, dear."