"... you're not allowed to leave me."

Alice stayed on top of me, my cock still inside her, and looked me dead in the eye.

“If something happens…” she said quietly, “I’m not allowed to leave you. And you’re not allowed to leave me.”

The words landed heavy.

She wasn’t joking. There was no playful smirk this time. Just quiet, serious eye contact while she was still full of my cum from this morning.

“I mean it,” she continued. “If I end up pregnant because we’ve been fucking like this with my rod overdue… you don’t get to disappear. You’re in it with me. No running.”

I swallowed.

The breeding kink that had been simmering since the first night was now staring me right in the face with real consequences attached. She wasn’t just playing into the fantasy anymore — she was setting a very real boundary around it.

Part of me was even more turned on.

Another part of me felt the weight of what she was saying.

I reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, my hand lingering on her cheek.

“Okay,” I said after a moment. “I hear you.”

She studied my face for a few more seconds, then slowly nodded and leaned down to kiss me. It was soft at first, then deeper. She started moving her hips again — slow, small rolls while I was still inside her.

The conversation wasn’t over, but the mood was shifting back toward heat.

She pulled back just enough to whisper against my lips:

“Good. Because I really like having you here.”