"Nnh... I don't know... it's too much..."

She hears your response and gives you a look of disbelief. "What did you say?"

"My pussy... loves him..." you slur once again after thinking back to when he first entered your body, and she begins to get furious. You're not sure why, after all it's not like you intentionally willed your womanhood to choose a partner. Your head was full of so many thoughts that you couldn't listen to a single one of them. It was only when she slammed the door shut, that you began to realize that perhaps she really was angry at something. Roland came back at least, and joined you once again to make you feel better.

You two spent most of the night in bed, until your sticky cunt and his firm appendage were nearly fused together with the amount of cum that was glued to your thighs and crotch. There was no doubt left that you've been filled with enough semen to ensure you'll be knocked up before the curse is over. But, rather than worrying about buying a Plan B, you simply remained right there in bed with him and nursed his erection back to health with your hands, your mouth, simply whatever it took to get him started again.