No, but she doesn't need permission

You can barely hear her over the daze of having your virginity stolen so forcefully, gritting your teeth as the punk girl above you ruts into you animalistically. All of Trish's dirty talk runs together, though the general message is clear enough, her words mixing with your pants and the rhythmic slap of her balls against your flesh. You look at her, your lips slightly parted and your eyes glazed over, watching her smirking face, a strand of her short purple hair clinging to her forehead. It's only now that you begin to understand what she's actually saying. It terrifies you. In the heat of the moment it had been easy to forget just why you had been so adamant against allowing the punk girl into your pussy, but hearing her strained enthusiasm reminds you of the consequences of your curse.

"Trish, wait" you start in a panicked mumble, hard to gather your incoherent thoughts into words as you feel Trish increase her pace as her orgasm clearly approached. "You can't - ahh - I'm - rrg" you shut your eyes tightly, panting in a mixture of pleasure and pain as her massive cock assaults your recently deflowered pussy. "Don't...cum...inside" you moan desperately, fear truly beginning to settle in now as you open your eyes wide in panic.

Your words seem to only make her quicken her pace, each thrust coming immediately after the other. "Sorry babe" she grunts, her face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and triumph. "Then you're just gonna have to...fucking...take it!" She roars as she thrusts into you deeper than you even knew possible, her body stiffening as you feel the first twitch of her cock as it spurts her warm seed deep within your unprotected cunt.

"Nononononono" you mumble as you are forcefully inseminated. It seems to take forever, her balls pulsing against your ass as it pumps spurt after spurt of her cum deep inside of you, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she's lost in her own pleasure. This was not how this was supposed to go. Just last week "you'll be impregnated by that punkish tomboy from school" would have seemed a completely nonsensical sentence, and yet here you were.

Trish grunted forcefully, shaking as the last of her orgasm finally began to fade, stroking your hair as her cock began to wilt inside of you. She smirked down at your trembling form as you noted the feeling of her cum seeping from inside of you, your juices soiling the bed. Wordlessly she got up, looking over the results of her latest conquest.

"God DAMN that was good" she panted, out of breath as she sat back down on the bed, running a hand through her short purple hair. "You look so perfect right now" she said, grinning as a hand reached down to playfully squeeze your pert breast, her own breasts rising and falling with her still-labored breaths. "I think my cum suits you."