No

But he doesn't.

His large black hands clamping down on you like a vice, locking you in place. You try to pull forward instinctively, try to escape what's about to happen, but his grip is absolute. He holds you pinned against him, impaled on his black sword, and there's nothing you can do as his entire body goes rigid behind you.

"Fuck!" Darrell roars, the word torn from deep in his chest as he buries himself to the absolute hilt with one final, brutal thrust that pins you completely.

The first jet of his cum explodes inside you like a geyser. Hot—searingly hot compared to the shower water—his thick seed shoots deep into your unprotected pussy with terrifying ****. You gasp, your breath stolen as you feel the spray of it painting your inner walls, the pressure of his potent release flooding into places that should never be filled. His cock pulses violently inside you, each throb pumping more of his seed deeper.

Another massive pulse. Another rope of thick, potent cum erupts from his cock, this jet even more forceful than the first. You can feel it shooting into your womb, the heat spreading through your core like wildfire. His dark hands grip you tighter, holding you locked on his cock, forcing you to take every drop as his hips jerk against you.

"Oh god," you whimper, panic rising in your throat. "Oh god, you're cumming inside me, no—"

But there's no stopping it. His cock continues to pulse and throb, each spasm releasing another thick rope of his seed deep into your unprotected pussy. Your body betrays you completely—your inner walls clench around his throbbing length involuntarily, milking him, drawing his potent seed even deeper inside you. Each contraction seems to trigger another jet, another hot spray of cum that adds to the growing pool..

"No, no, no," you gasp, but your body continues to milk him, your pussy clenching rhythmically around his thick black shaft as another pulse sends more of his potent cum flooding into you. "You have to pull out—please—"

His hands only grip tighter, his dark fingers digging into your pale flesh hard enough to leave marks. He's not letting you go. He's not pulling out. He's holding you locked on his cock, forcing you to take every single drop of his seed as it continues to pump into your fertile body.

Another violent pulse. Another rope of hot cum shoots deep inside you. The volume is staggering—you can feel it filling you, the warmth spreading and pooling in your womb. There's so much of it. Too much. Each jet adds to the collection, the pressure building as more and more of his baby batter floods into your most **** place.

This could make it permanent, the thought screams through your mind, mixing terror with the overwhelming physical sensation. If you get pregnant, you could be stuck like this forever. Stuck as a girl. Stuck with his baby growing inside you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Darrell groans against your neck, his voice raw and ****. His entire body is pressed against yours, pinning you to the shower wall as his cock continues to throb and pulse inside you. Another jet. Another spray of thick, potent cum painting your womb. His hips jerk involuntarily, driving himself even deeper, ensuring his seed reaches as far inside you as possible.

Your inner walls continue their involuntary milking motion, clenching and releasing in waves you can't control. Each contraction draws more of his seed deeper, your body instinctively trying to pull it into your womb, to maximize the chance of conception. The biological imperative overrides everything else—your hyper-fertile body *wants* this, even as your mind reels with the implications.

The heat of his cum is overwhelming. You can feel it pooling deep inside you, collecting in your womb, the sheer volume of it impossible to ignore. He gives another powerful pulse, releasing yet another thick rope of seed, and you feel it spray directly against your cervix, coating the entrance to your womb.

The fear mixes with something else—something darker, more primal. The submission. The surrender. The overwhelming sensation of being claimed, marked, bred by his massive cock. Your body responds to it even as your mind struggles with the terror, your pussy clenching harder around him, milking more of his seed deeper inside you.

The tile is slippery beneath your feet, and only his bruising grip keeps you upright as the full weight of what just happened crashes over you. There's so much of it that you can feel it starting to leak around his still-hard cock, thick white cum mixing with the shower water running down your pale thighs. His seed escaping your body making the reality even more visceral.

The steam is thick around you now, making it hard to breathe. The water continues to cascade over your joined bodies, but you can still feel the distinct heat of his cum inside you—hotter than the shower, hotter than your own body, a liquid warmth that radiates from your core. It's pooling in your womb, collecting there, and with your hyper-fertile body, the chances of conception are...

*Oh god.*

"You came so much," you whisper, your voice shaking with a mixture of fear and something darker. "I can feel it all inside me... so much of it..."

Darrell's breathing is ragged against your neck, his chest heaving against your back. He gives one final weak pulse, releasing one last spurt of his thick black seed into your already-flooded pussy, and you feel your body clench around him reflexively, milking that final drop deeper inside you, drawing it into your womb where it joins the rest.

The danger of what just happened is real and immediate. His cum is flooding your hyper-fertile womb right now, millions of his sperm swimming toward your egg, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. Your body continues to pulse and clench around his cock, the involuntary contractions designed to maximize the chance of conception, to pull his seed as deep as possible.