No, she can't surrender freedom that easily.

"Fuck yoummff!" His hand had only lifted long enough to hear her answer; he had it, and so he had permission to continue to play his delightful genie. His middle finger touched her clitoris and sent had her bucking and shaking in his grasp; he didn't relieve her from his touch this time and instead began to spin his finger around the nub as much as her squeezing thighs would permit him.

Much to his surprise, the next orgasm that shook her widened those legs. She was... welcoming him, or so Ernest interpreted it. His cock slid between the lowered guards and rested, erect and aching, against her slit. "You're just going to keep getting more sensitive, Jessica... and once we start, I'm not sure I... I'll be able to stop, not until I have the ring." But Ernest was barely registering his words now; he almost prayed she continued to fight him.

His prayers were answered as she again tried to wrestle from his grip... and again, found herself shaking with impotent strength as he willed her to come. She lubricated his shaft anew... and now, given this new license, Ernest was ready to claim her. He grabbed her left ankle and lifted it high, letting him follow his cock's path to slip between her legs until he held her pinned to the bed, bared and ready for missionary. He continued to inundate her with orgasms; it would make grappling her so much easier and, in the long run, the interrogation far shorter. But hopefully not too short, urged the need to nut at the base of Ernest's spine.

Jessica, constantly thwarted by her exhausting orgasms, began to find new strength as she realized the position she was in. "Stah... no... you're too... big...!"

Wet as she was, Ernest decided she was lying... and maneuvered the head of his cock against her gasping snatch. Her blathering reached a high note of shock as she felt the first half-inch of her former Master's cock slip right into her hole... but it was not yet at the fattest rung of this human ladder. Ernest pushed, and Jessica pulled away, retreating up the pillows on her bed as she tried to escape him. Frustrated, Ernest scooped his hands her under her shoulders and lifted her up with his newfound, horndog strength, pressing her breasts against his face as he positioned her over his cock... and Jessica, kicking and yelling, immediately regretted giving up her footing.

The head of his cock slid in as gravity brought her down. She had more than eight inches to go, but her overstimulated muff was mostly prepared. She slid down slowly, achingly, and her entire body twitched as she began to come just from his presence inside her. No! She would lose her damn mind if he got all the way inside her... she could barely do anything but panic with just this much! She went to plant her feet, and anchored herself to either side of Ernest-

... when he reflexively elbowed her shins and lifted her legs clean from any hope of keeping her above him.

She slid... slid... and her tongue speared the air as she gasped, cross-eyed and madly in bliss, as she felt the head of his cock kiss the mouth of her uterus.

She still had another inch of cock left... but this was her limit. Her orgasms made her pussy clench... and each clench **** more of his stimulation into her. Ernest was finally at about eye level with her... and, with a satisfied smile, his arms wrapped her legs around his back before hugging her tightly to him. He took her offered tongue and sucked on it eagerly; they were joined at last, in her room, without interruptions, without worries... except, of course, that he still needed that ring.

But the ring was almost forgotten now... right now, he just enjoyed the feeling of her birth canal stretched taut around his meat... and the building pressure in his balls. He moaned softly into her mouth; Jessica moaned in turn, struggling to come to her senses before she was well and truly lost-

... and then he came.

No, he didn't come... he practically exploded. Jessica had never felt the sensation of jizz splashing against her fertile little womb for so many obvious reasons, the most of which was not wanting kids this early, if at all. Jessica Edwards was a modern woman; more, now realizing that she was a genie, she would have come to the resolute decision to die without children, lest she put someone else through this hellish existence. But that wish was starting to be taken away from her as potent seed was being shot against her cervix by an eager, twitching penis that had no intention of softening. The pressure inside her crotch grew as the cum built up there; it couldn't find relief in the tight seal her pussy made around Ernest, so it just continued to flood, painfully, through her cervix. The pressure increased; the cervix widened; it was dilated just to receive more of the magically-enhanced sperm that would seek out her fertile eggs for months to come.

Ernest moaned into her mouth as he felt the pressure building around his cock, massaging its head as he remained anchored inside her. He didn't even want to pull out; he felt content just sitting inside her and coming again, if the stimulation got good-

Wait a fucking minute.

Ernest tried it... and willed an orgasm into himself.

He flexed and cooed as he felt his balls, ever ready to produce another load, churn out another one before the tingles of the last orgasm had even subsided. "Fuck," he half-cried, half-sighed into Jessica's mouth. That was the full summation of the feeling of multiple, male orgasms.

Jessica, meanwhile, felt the growing panic of her cervix widening ever further to accept his seed... and tears rolled down her cheeks as she felt the head of his cock, now being pushed against that widened cervix, blasting its way some precious millimeters into the cervix. Jessica was beyond injury... this was true. But the cervix, like so many muscles, could be stretched if softened with enough **** or manipulation, and the constant beating by Ernest was threatening to dilate her just enough to anchor his manhood inside her. It would be harmless, of course... harmless, and terrifying. "Y... You have to... pull... oooouuut!" Jessica tried to reason as she came again. The orgasms were coming more frequently now; she had barely enough energy to think, much less reason with Ernest.

Ernest, for his part, had little blood left for reasoning... and still had the pretense of a mission as he continued to try and push Jessica down and try to get the last inch of his cock into her. "Where's... the... ring...?"

"I'll... get pregnant... stop...!"

"Then... with the..." Ernest was grunting his words; he was trying to muscle her down onto him now, knowing full well he couldn't injure her... not truly. His cock snuck another millimeter into the uterus, lubricated now with a mix of its natural mucus and his cum.