He manages to pull out in time

The intensity reached a peak as Lucas’ pace grew frantic and erratic, his heavy breathing filling the small room. Deep inside, the last lingering embers of Brad’s consciousness made one final, desperate push to beat back the cloud of the pill and the punch.

"Lucas... wait! Stop, you have to pull out!" Brad gasped, her voice trembling with a sudden flash of panic.

The sheer urgency in her voice broke through the heat of the moment just enough. Grunting with effort, Lucas thrust once more before using all his willpower to push back, sliding completely free of her just as his body gave in, covering her chest and belly with his hot seed.

Brad collapsed back against the pillows, her chest heaving as she watched him collapse beside her on the mattress, both of them gasping for air in the quiet room.

A heavy, overwhelming wave of relief washed over her, sweeping away the haze of the Compliant pill. The frantic need to be filled vanished, leaving Brad’s mind clear and fully back in control. She let out a breath she felt like she’d been holding forever, her heart still hammering against her ribs.

"Damn, Brad... that was close," Lucas panted, turning his head to look at her, wiping sweat from his forehead. "You okay?"

"Yeah," she breathed out, sitting up slowly and gathering the blanket around her chest to cover up. "Yeah, I'm... I'm okay."

She looked down at her hands, feeling the temporary nature of the shift still active, but knowing the countdown was now ticking down toward normal. The permanent lock had been avoided.

"I think... I really need to grab my stuff and head to my room now," Brie said quietly, reaching for her discarded clothes on the floor.

Lucas nodded, still recovering his breath, and didn't try to stop her as she quickly pulled her clothes back on, ready to get far away from the party before anything else could go wrong.