Three condoms should be enough...right?

You try to think clearly, but James's hands are everywhere—squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples until they ache with pleasure, sliding down to grip your ass and pull you flush against him. His cock throbs against your thigh, hot and impossibly hard, and the ache between your legs is unbearable. You're dripping, your new body screaming for release, for him to fill you the way it's suddenly **** to be filled.

"Three is plenty," you hear yourself say, the words tumbling out in a needy whisper. "We can make it last. We'll be careful... we'll stop after three." Even as you say it, you know it's a lie you're telling yourself, a flimsy excuse to give in. James grins against your neck, sensing your surrender, and before you can second-guess it, he's tearing open the first foil packet with his teeth.

He rolls the condom on slowly, deliberately, letting you watch as it stretches over his thick length, the latex gleaming under the bedroom light. Then he's on you—pushing you back onto the bed, spreading your legs wide with his knees, and thrusting in with one rough stroke that stretches you to your limits, making you cry out in a mix of shock and ecstasy. There's no gentleness this time; it's raw, frantic, his hips slamming into yours with a wet slap that echoes in the room. You wrap your legs around him, nails digging into his back, meeting every brutal thrust with your own **** grind, your breasts bouncing wildly as he pins your wrists above your head.

"Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me," he growls, his voice rough with lust. "Imagine if I wasn't wearing this—breeding you deep, filling that tight pussy until you're swollen with my kid. You'd be stuck like this forever, all mine." The words send a forbidden shiver through you, your body clenching around him at the thought, even as the curse looms in your mind.

The first orgasm hits you like a wave, your walls pulsing greedily as you scream his name. He doesn't stop, pounding through it with relentless **** until he follows, hips jerking erratically as he fills the latex with an obscene amount of cum—thick ropes that swell the reservoir to bursting. You feel the heat of it trapped inside, and when he finally pulls out with a slick pop, he holds it up, smirking. "Look at that load... all for you." Before you can react, he tears the tip and pours the warm, sticky contents over your breasts, letting it drip down your stomach in messy rivulets, teasing your skin as he rubs it in with his fingers. "There, now you're marked. But imagine it inside, knocking you up."

You don't even pause for breath, the mess only fueling your hunger. The second condom goes on, and this time you're on top, straddling him and sinking down slowly, inch by inch, until he's buried to the hilt. You ride him hard, grinding your clit against his base with every downward thrust, your hands braced on his chest as he bucks up to meet you. The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping skin, your moans mingling with his grunts. His hands roam—squeezing your ass, slapping it lightly to urge you faster, then reaching up to tweak your nipples, still slick from his earlier tease.

"God, I could breed you right now," he pants, eyes locked on where your bodies join. "Pump you full until it takes—watch you get round with my baby. You'd love it, wouldn't you? Trapped as my little breeding slut." The dirty talk pushes you over the edge again, your orgasm ripping through you as you grind down hard, milking him. He comes with a roar, the condom ballooning with even more cum than before, the excess pressure making it feel like it's about to burst. He pulls out and repeats the ritual—ripping it open and drizzling the hot seed over your thighs this time, smearing it across your sensitive folds without penetrating, making you whimper at the teasing contact. "So close to where it belongs... but not yet."

By the third, you're both slick with sweat and his spilled cum, the sheets a tangled, sticky mess beneath you. He's got you bent over the edge of the bed now, taking you from behind like an animal, one hand fisted in your hair to arch your back while the other rubs merciless circles on your clit. He thrusts deep, each stroke hitting that spot inside that makes stars explode behind your eyes, his balls slapping against you with every powerful drive. You come twice before he does—first in a shuddering wave that leaves you gasping, then again when his fingers pinch your clit just right, your juices mixing with the drying cum on your skin.

"Take it all, baby," he groans, hips pistoning faster. "I want to breed you so bad—flood that womb, make sure it sticks. You'd be perfect, carrying my load forever." The words tip him over, and he fills the third condom to overflowing, the latex stretched thin by the ridiculous volume, some even leaking out the base as he grinds deep one last time. When he withdraws, he doesn't hesitate—pouring the entire messy load over your back and ass, letting it run down your crack as he spreads it with his hands, fingers dipping teasingly close to your entrance. "There... all covered in what could knock you up. But we're out now."

You collapse together, chests heaving, bodies trembling and glistening with his seed. The clock on the nightstand says it's barely past noon. Your room smells strongly of pussy and cum, intoxicating both of you to keep going. You've got hours left in this cursed day, and somehow—impossibly—James is already hard again, pressing against your thigh, his eyes dark with the same insatiable hunger that's burning through you.

"Guess my new body doesn't know when to quit," he murmurs, voice rough, fingers already trailing between your legs through the slick mess. "What now, baby? We're out of condoms... but I'm nowhere near done with you."

Your body answers before your mind can catch up, arching into his touch, already aching for more.