It's normal to love the man that impregnates you

... "It's only normal for people soon to be pregnant with my child to love me unconditionally."

By the way her eyes twitch you can tell that she's forcing herself quite hard to not have the "normalcy" of your statement make itself go entirely ignored by her own mind.

You can see her brain churning as it tries to compile the ethereal words. Her knees are spread wide from her exhaustion and her toned stomach is leaning backwards creating a sort of shelf for her tits.

She's not focused on you. Had she had the time to focus on it, she would probably realize that you could have her killed any moment, but she hasn't gotten that far yet. Instead she's still sitting there wracking her own brain with the implications of what was said.

You stand there, looking at her. Not many seconds have passed, but with the way she's nodding her head and squeezing her temples using only her facial muscles she seems to have grasped what was said. It worries you slightly, there is the chance that she won't get pregnant after all, despite how much both of your bodies wanted it at the time.

Despite wishing to know that the pregnancy was natural, you didn't want to miss your shot at survival. So while she's still compiling you end up making one more statement. "It's only normal for me to be extremely virile, any time I ejaculate inside someone I will have made them pregnant no matter which contraceptive they used."

She's standing up now, her pillowy breasts dropping into position as her cheeks un-suction themselves from the spotless lab floor. Wobbling from her worn muscles she approaches you, she stands there, breathing warmly into your ear. From your peripheral vision you can see how she's reaching for her robe to get something, but you don't mind, she wouldn't hurt you, even if she wanted to.

"You were pretty stupid to trust that your little spell would work. Do you really think someone like myself wouldn't use contraceptives? I turn people like you into dolls on the regular." Her tone is extremely sensual, she's panting like crazy. It would maybe sound terrifying to you had she not already wrapped herself around your body.

Completely unaware, her thighs were already wrapping the side of your left leg, and her groin was mildly heating against your hipbone. With the way her lower body was slightly gyrating you could feel her affection. The one kind she felt uninhibited about, and had you been more worried about the vial pressed against your back you might not have taken a healthy squeeze of her breasts as she presented them to you. They weren't sandwiching you or anything, she had handed you both of them in front of your chest.

The I cups were jutting out waiting to be grabbed, like an uncooked Thanksgiving turkey begging to be basted. She coos, clinging to your body for support as you knead them. You can tell that she hasn't quite cracked the nut of what's happening. That she probably was too focused to hear your second statement. She's clinging on to you, her heart beating heavily enough to be felt through the side of her ribcage.

She's not letting go, instead she's wallowing in every part of you, sniffing your neck only to then hopelessly moan into you. "Take it all in, cause it's the last you'll get." She comments laughably, probably too jacked up on the thought that she is in control and the thought of you, to even recognize her own actions.

Judging from what you know of her, she probably would have taken the flask with highly concentrated sodium cyanide, but in her current state, god knows what her hormone addled mind would have fished out. Whatever it was, she probably wasn't aware of it.

What did she fish out..?