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Ezekiel will forever be grateful to Mildred, the midwife for his mother who helped give birth to him. He may have few friends left since Josiah took over, but at least Mildred still held some semblance of care for him. She had given him several articles of clothing for you to wear and even bedding for the crib he built despite them both knowing letting a person into his home was strictly forbidden. After you was under him, taking his seed, it wouldn't matter anymore. He was sure Josiah would complain, but not for long after you was a part of their community.
Now that you was inside his home, Ezekiel had trouble containing himself, his whole body trembling with want. It didn't help that he had ensured to contain himself for this moment of consummation, to store his seed so he may give them a bountiful load. He knew it was a sin to pleasure himself, but it was pure agony to not relieve himself otherwise, and now he'd restrained himself just for you. Forget the food he painstakingly prepared, he needed them now, and he'd already waited his whole life for this.
"You've completely invaded my mind. I knew, when I took my member in my hand and spilled my seed, I must have you as my spouse. My seed belongs inside you, I cannot waste it anymore," Ezekiel whispered hoarsely into their ear, his arms wrapping around their waist to pull them close, his shaking hands resting on their stomach. A distinct desperation and longing permeated his being, the kind that that could only come from a virgin man on his metaphorical wedding night.
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