Long term decision

The next day dawned with a chilly light that barely penetrated the cabin's thick curtains. Amber lay in bed, her body still trembling from their marathon of passion. She could feel the sticky warmth of Earl's semen inside her, a constant reminder of his claim. Her thoughts were a tumultuous mix of anger, fear, and a dark thrill that she couldn't quite shake off.

Her hand absently stroked her swollen belly, the thought of being pregnant with Earl's child both terrifying and strangely exhilarating. The power dynamic between them had shifted, and she didn't know how to feel about it.

Amber decided she needed to take control of the situation. She had to find out for sure whether she was carrying his child or if she could still escape the fate he had seemingly set in motion. Her hand hovered over the phone, her thumb hovering over Luna's name. The screen was smudged with their combined fluids, a grim reminder of the night before.

But what would she say? 'Hey, so remember that old guy I told you not to worry about? Yeah, turns out he's got a bit of a baby-making fetish and I might be his latest victim.' The words felt like lead in her mouth, too heavy and embarrassing to share. Instead, she composed a simple message, 'Made it back to campus, everything's fine. Thanks for your concern. Will see you soon. <3' It was a lie, but a small one, she assured herself. Just until she knew the truth.

Shoving the phone into her backpack, she pushed aside the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Her muscles protested, the ache from the previous night's exertions still lingering. She had to find a way to leave without raising his suspicion, to get to a drugstore and buy a pregnancy test.

Earl slept soundly beside her, his chest rising and falling with deep, contented breaths. Amber studied him for a moment, the early morning light playing across the lines of his weathered face. His features were harsh, almost brutal in their ruggedness, but there was something about him that drew her in—something beyond his terrifying obsession and his surprising prowess in bed.

Her stomach fluttered at the thought of his seed growing inside her, but she pushed it aside and focused on her escape plan. She had to be careful, not to give away her intentions. She had seen the possessive glint in his eyes when they were intimate, the way he had whispered words of ownership into her ear.

Slowly, she stood up and tiptoed towards the door, her legs unsteady from the intense pleasure Earl had wrung from her. She paused, listening for any sign of movement from him. When she was sure he was still asleep, she slipped out of the cabin, the cool morning air a stark contrast to the stifling heat of the room. The ground was damp with dew, the world outside seemingly innocent and unaware of the twisted dance playing out inside the cabin walls.

Once outside, she took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the sweet scent of pine and earth. The quiet was soothing, the chirp of distant birds the only sound to break the silence. It was a stark contrast to the cacophony of grunts and squeaks of the cabin's old bed frame that had filled her ears just hours before.

Her eyes scanned the area, looking for any sign of civilization. The trees were dense, their branches whispering secrets in the soft breeze. Her heart raced as she considered the reality of her situation—she was naked in the woods with a man who had lied to her, used her. And yet, her body still craved his touch.

Mustering all the strength she could, Amber tiptoed back into the cabin, her eyes darting to the bed where Earl lay, sprawled out and snoring lightly. She moved swiftly and quietly, her bare feet making no sound on the cold wooden floorboards. In the corner of the room, she spotted her boots and backpack. She tiptoed over, her breath held tightly in her chest, her pulse racing.

Her heart hammered as she bent down to slip on her boots. With trembling hands, she rummaged through her backpack. The smell of sex and sweat lingered in the air, but she ignored it, focusing on the task at hand. She found a pair of underwear and jeans, quickly pulling them on, her mind racing. What if he woke up? What if he saw her trying to leave? The fear sent a cold shiver down her spine, making her hurry.

Her dress was still in a tangled mess on the floor. She didn't dare put it on again—it was too revealing, too dirty with sperm and her own juices. Instead, she grabbed one of Earl's flannel shirts, buttoning it up over her bare chest. The fabric was rough against her skin, a stark contrast to the softness of the dress she had worn the night before.

With the shirt securely in place, she bent down to slip her feet into her boots, her heart pounding with every movement. She paused for a moment, her eyes drawn to Earl's sleeping form. His face was peaceful, almost serene, as he lay there, the blankets tangled around his waist. For a moment, she felt a pang of regret for what she was about to do. Then she remembered the lies, the deceit, and the overwhelming fear of being trapped by a child she wasn't ready for.

Her gaze drifted lower, to the tent in the blankets. His penis, even at rest, was substantial—a stark reminder of the power it held over her. The way it filled her to the brim, the way it stretched and claimed her body, brought a warm flush to her cheeks and a pulse of need to her core. Despite her fear and anger, she couldn't deny the intense pleasure that surged through her with every one of his powerful thrusts. Her breath grew short, her nipples tightening against the fabric of the shirt.

Maybe, just maybe, one last time wouldn't be so bad. Her thoughts grew hazy with lust, the need to feel him inside her again overpowering the rational voice that whispered caution. Her hand reached out, fingers hovering above the blanket. She could almost feel the warmth radiating from his cock, begging for her touch.

Amber's hand trembled as she reached under the covers, her eyes glued to the steady rise and fall of Earl's chest. The flannel shirt she had borrowed was too large for her, gaping open slightly to reveal the soft mounds of her breasts. The fabric was rough, a stark contrast to the velvety softness of her skin. Her eyes grew dark with desire as her hand found him, already beginning to swell with need.

But as she touched him, a cold reality washed over her. She thought of her future, her dreams, and the life she had planned. This wasn't a part of it—being trapped in a cabin with a man twice her age, her body his plaything, her womb his breeding ground. With a sharp inhale, she jerked her hand away and stood up, the floorboards protesting with a soft creak beneath her.

Her gaze met Earl's open eyes, a knowing smile playing on his lips. The power in the room shifted, and she knew she had made a mistake. But she steeled herself, pushing aside the lust that had briefly clouded her judgment. "I need to go," she whispered, her voice firm despite the tremor in her chest.

Earl nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving hers. "Ok," he said simply, his voice gruff with sleep and something else she couldn't quite identify. Was it disappointment? Or something else? She couldn't tell, and she didn't dare ask.

He leaned over, the sheets slipping away from his naked body to reveal the thick, muscled expanse of his chest. His arms, covered in a smattering of dark hair, reached for her, pulling her in close. The scent of their mingled sex was still heavy on the air, making her knees go weak as his calloused hands cupped her face.

"One last kiss," he murmured, his breath hot against her lips. "For the road."

Amber's resolve wavered. His touch was intoxicating, his scent overwhelming. But she knew she had to leave. "Okay," she agreed, leaning in. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a fierce embrace. Their mouths met, his tongue seeking hers in a deep, hungry kiss. Her body responded, pressing against his, feeling the heat of his arousal even through the layers of fabric.

Earl's hand drifted down her body, his fingers tracing the line of her belly, his hardened cock nudging against her. It was a blatant reminder of what he had done to her, and the potential future she might face. He broke the kiss, his teeth grazing her neck as he whispered into her ear, "If you want me, you'll know where to find me." He placed a folded piece of paper in her shirt pocket, his eyes gleaming with a promise she wasn't quite ready to face.

With a sigh that was almost a whimper, Amber stepped out of his embrace. She took a step back, her eyes flicking down to his erect cock. Despite everything, she felt a twinge of guilt. He had given her so much pleasure, and now she was leaving him unsatisfied. Her gaze met his, and she saw the hunger in his eyes—the hunger for her body, for her submission, for her womb.

Her hand reached out tentatively, her thumb circling the head of his cock. The skin was velvety soft, the tip glistening with precum. Earl's eyes widened slightly, his smile growing as she dropped to her knees. "You don't have to," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. But Amber knew that she did—it was the least she could do, to ease the ache he had created within her and leave him feeling as used as she did.

Taking him in her mouth, she felt the familiar heat and power of his desire. Her tongue flicked out, tracing the veins along his shaft as her hand pumped steadily. She could feel the tension building within him, his body tensing with every stroke of her hand and swirl of her tongue. The taste of him was intoxicating, a heady mix of salt and musk that sent a shiver down her spine.

Her eyes never left his face, watching the way his expression contorted with pleasure. It was a strange feeling, to have so much power over someone who had held so much control over her. But she couldn't deny the satisfaction it brought her, the way he moaned and gripped the bedsheets as she brought him closer to the edge.

Amber felt her own arousal growing, her body responding to the intimate act. Her cheeks were flushed, and her heart raced as she took him deeper, her hand pumping in a steady rhythm that she knew would drive him wild. The wet sounds of her mouth and his gasps filled the cabin, the intensity of their shared moment palpable in the air.

Earl's hips bucked upward, his breathing growing ragged as he reached the brink of climax. With a low growl, he warned her, "I'm going to cum, Amber." She nodded, her eyes never leaving his, and braced herself for the flood she knew was coming.

As his cock spasmed and released its hot load, she worked to swallow as much as she could. However, the sheer volume overwhelmed her, and semen spilled from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin and neck to soak the flimsy barrier of the flannel shirt. The fabric clung to her breasts, which were already flushed from the intensity of their encounter, now further stained by the evidence of their act.

The sight of her covered in his essence was too much for Earl to handle. His grip on the bedframe tightened as he watched, his eyes glued to the rivulets of cum that painted her chest. It was a powerful image, one that sent a shiver down his spine. He reached out, his fingers tracing the lines of his seed as they trailed down her soft skin. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice hoarse with passion.

Amber felt a strange mix of revulsion and excitement as she sat back on her heels, his cum dripping from her chin. She wiped it away with the back of her hand, her gaze still locked with his. It was a stark reminder of the power he had over her body, of the life-altering potential of each drop that had spilled from him. She had never felt so filled, so used, so...complete. The thought sent a jolt of arousal straight to her core.

Her mind reeled as she imagined the sheer volume of his seed filling her up, stretching her, claiming her from the inside out. The possibility of carrying his child was a heavy weight in her stomach, both terrifying and thrilling. She knew she needed to leave, to figure out what she had gotten herself into, but the thought of his cum inside her, thick and warm, was a siren's call she couldn't ignore.

Her hand stroked his cock harder, her mouth moving faster as she took him deep into her throat. The muscles in her neck strained with the effort, her eyes watering as she fought the urge to gag. The sensation was both painful and exquisite, a dance between pleasure and pain that sent jolts of electricity through her body.

Earl's eyes rolled back in his head, his moans growing louder. His hand found the back of her head, guiding her movements, pushing her further than she had ever gone before. Amber felt her throat tighten around him, her body reacting to the sheer fullness of his cock.

The taste of him grew stronger, the smell of sex and arousal thick in the air. Her jaw began to ache, but she didn't stop. This was her parting gift, her final act of submission. With each stroke of her hand and bob of her head, she felt the tension coiling tighter within him, his thighs quivering with the effort to hold back his orgasm.

The room grew silent, save for the wet sounds of her mouth and his labored breaths. Her eyes watered, her nose pressed against the coarse hairs of his groin as she took him deeper, her throat straining around his thickness. He groaned, his hand tightening in her hair, guiding her movements with an urgency that sent a thrill through her.

The pleasure grew almost unbearable, a fine line between pain and ecstasy. Each time he hit the back of her throat, she gagged slightly, her eyes watering more, but she never stopped. It was as if she needed this, as if she was trying to claim something for herself in this twisted dynamic. The power of his orgasm grew, his body tense and quivering above her.

Finally, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the cabin, Earl erupted, his hot semen flooding Amber's mouth. She choked on the deluge, her throat spasming around him, but she managed to swallow, her eyes never leaving his. The salty taste of him filled her senses, his essence coating her mouth and throat. His hips bucked again, sending another stream of cum into her mouth, and she took it eagerly, her cheeks hollowing as she worked to swallow each pulse.

He panted above her, his chest heaving with the effort. His eyes had gone dark, the pupils blown wide with desire. "Fuck," he gasped, his hand releasing her hair. "You're amazing, Amber." His voice was shaky.

Amber took one last deep breath and braced herself for the final onslaught. With a renewed sense of urgency, she took his cock deep into her mouth, her throat working around him, swallowing every drop he had to offer. The taste of him was overpowering, his essence coating her mouth and throat in a way that was both repulsive and exhilarating. She could feel the tremors in his body as he struggled to hold back, but she didn't let up.

Her hand continued to work his shaft, her grip tight and unrelenting. She knew she was pushing him to the limit, but she couldn't help herself. The power she wielded was intoxicating, a heady rush that filled her with a sense of control she hadn't felt before. His moans grew louder, his hips bucking as he lost the last of his restraint.

Amber felt a sadistic satisfaction as she watched his face contort with pained pleasure. She sucked harder, her teeth grazing his sensitive skin. The sound of his agonized pleasure was music to her ears, a symphony of pain and desire that echoed through the cabin. His hand tangled in her hair.

"Stop," he choked out, his voice a **** whisper. "It's too much, darlin." But Amber was lost in her own world, driven by a hunger she didn't fully understand. His words were like gasoline on a fire, only serving to stoke the flames of her need.

Her mouth worked faster, her teeth grazing his hypersensitive cockhead as she sucked with all the power she could muster. His body tensed, his hands gripping the bedsheets in a white-knuckled vice as he fought the urge to push her away. "Amber, please," he begged, his voice tight with pain.

The plea only served to excite her further. She didn't know why she was doing this, but she couldn't stop. It was as if something primal within her had taken over, driving her to claim him in every way possible. The taste of him was addictive, a **** that she couldn't get enough of. She felt powerful, in control, as his body responded to her touch.

"Amber," he gasped, his voice a **** plea. "Please, baby, I can't take it." His body was trembling, sweat beading on his brow as he fought against the overwhelming sensation. But she was relentless, her mouth moving in a frenzied rhythm that was pushing him beyond his limits.

Her hand tightened around the base of his cock, her nails digging in slightly as she worked him with a fervor that was both thrilling and terrifying. His eyes squeezed shut, his teeth gritted as the pleasure grew to an unbearable intensity. "Please," he choked out again, his hips trying to buck away from her unyielding mouth.

Amber felt a strange sense of triumph as she watched him squirm. The power she held over him was intoxicating, a heady rush that fueled her desire. His words fell on deaf ears as she increased her pace, her teeth scraping against his tender flesh with each stroke. His moans grew louder, turning into grunts of pain.

Earl's body was a tapestry of conflicted emotions—his hips thrusting upward to meet her mouth while his hands gripped the bed, as if trying to hold himself back. His eyes, once filled with lust, now held a **** plea for mercy. But Amber was too lost in the moment to heed his cries. She felt a sense of dominance she had never known before, and she reveled in it.

With one final, agonizing groan, Earl's cock pulsed, releasing a torrent of semen that filled Amber's mouth. The intensity was too much, and she gagged, her throat convulsing around him. But she held on, determined to take every drop, to claim him completely. His body spasmed above her, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he fought to find release from the unrelenting pleasure-pain.

Finally, with a shudder, his orgasm subsided. Amber pulled away, her eyes watering and her mouth full. She swallowed, the feeling of his cum sliding down her throat a strange mix of satisfaction and disgust. His cock, now softening, slipped from her mouth with a wet pop. He collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving. "Fuck," he panted, his voice hoarse. "That was..." He trailed off, unable to find the words.

Amber's hand hovered over his balls, which were still drawn tight to his body from the intensity of his climax. She leaned in and placed a gentle, lingering kiss on the soft skin. It was a strange act of tenderness in the midst of the raw, primal scene they had just shared.

"Good bye," she whispered, her voice hoarse from her own pleasure and the **** she had just inflicted on her throat. Earl's eyes shot open, the pained expression on his face morphing into one of bewilderment. He was unable to move, his body still in the throes of his powerful release.

Amber took the opportunity to stand up, her knees wobbly from the intensity of the encounter. She took a moment to look at him, his body sprawled across the bed, covered in sweat and the evidence of his climax. He was spent, and she had done that to him. The realization made her feel powerful.

With one last look, she pick up her backpack, turned and headed for the door. The cabin was silent except for the sound of her boots echoing through the room. Her heart was racing, a strange mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. She had never felt so alive, so in control, and she knew she needed to get out before she lost herself completely.