He can’t stop himself

It suddenly occurs to Eron that he’s close to finishing – that he needs to pull out now. She’s not his wife – he doesn’t even know her name. What he’s done to her already is wrong enough. If he releases inside her, there’s nothing he or anyone can do to stop her getting pregnant.

But the thought doesn’t make him want to stop. It makes him want to keep going. He feels more powerful than he ever has, more powerful than the Great Machine. He wants to cling onto that feeling, to make it last forever. How could it be wrong for him to do this – to do to her what nature intended a man to do to a woman? In the thrill of the moment, he can’t imagine anything more beautiful than the thought of her carrying his child.

That image is what sends him over the edge, well before he can muster the self-control to pull out. Committed now, he holds himself in as deep as he can, his face alongside hers. He groans loudly as he cums, and the girl moans quietly in his ear at the same time, her body seeming to share in his ecstasy even if her mind isn’t conscious of it. For a blissful eternity he just revels in the sensation of orgasm, feeling the girl’s breasts rise and fall softly under his chest while he fills her.