Try to minimize your risk

Your survival instinct kicks in as Ryan positions himself between your trembling thighs. With his cock pressing against your entrance, you make a **** calculation – if you can't stop him completely, perhaps you can minimize the risk.

"Wait, Ryan," you gasp, your hands no longer pushing him away but instead sliding tentatively up his muscular arms. "I... I'll do this. I'll let you have me, but please – please pull out before you finish."

Ryan's eyes darken with lust as he registers your surrender. A cruel smile spreads across his face as he pushes the tip of his cock inside you, stretching your new opening painfully.

"Look at you," he growls, slowly sinking deeper. "The mighty Daniel Douglas, begging me to pull out like some prom night hookup."

You whimper as he fills you completely, your body adjusting to accommodate his size in ways that send confusing signals of pain and pleasure up your spine. The sensation of fullness is overwhelming, nothing like what you expected.

"You don't get to make demands," Ryan continues, beginning to thrust with measured strokes that make your breasts bounce beneath the vulgar crop top. "Not anymore."

Your attempted negotiation dissolves into moans as Ryan establishes a punishing rhythm. Each thrust pushes you further up the bed, the mattress creaking beneath your bodies. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper despite your mental protests.

"Ryan," you plead between gasps, "think about what you're doing. If you finish inside me, I'll be stuck like this forever."

"Maybe that's exactly what you deserve," he pants, his fingers digging into your hips as he drives into you harder. "After all the girls you've used and tossed aside, maybe you need to learn what it feels like."

Your body betrays you completely, responding to his brutal pace with waves of unwanted pleasure. Your inner walls clench around him, drawing him deeper with each thrust. A familiar pressure builds inside you, different yet recognizable – you're approaching orgasm.

"No, please," you sob, though the words come out as breathy moans that only encourage him further.

Ryan leans down, his chest pressing against yours as he whispers against your ear, "I've always wanted to put you in your place. Now I get to do it permanently." His thrusts become more erratic, more forceful. "I'm going to fill that tight pussy until you're dripping with my cum."

You feel him swell inside you, the telltale sign of his approaching climax. In a final **** attempt, you push against his chest, trying to create enough space to escape the inevitable.

"Ryan, stop! Pull out!" you cry, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks.

But it's too late. With a primal groan, Ryan buries himself to the hilt, his body shuddering as he begins to ejaculate deep inside you. The hot pulses of his release trigger your own orgasm, your body convulsing in traitorous ecstasy as he empties himself completely into your fertile womb.

"Perfect," Ryan sighs, his weight collapsing onto you as the last spurts of his seed fill your new body. "Fucking perfect."

As your shared climax subsides, a strange tingling sensation spreads through your body, emanating from your core. The curse is taking hold, finalizing its transformation. You feel something fundamental shifting inside you, a door closing on your former self forever.

"What have you done?" you whisper, but Ryan merely chuckles against your neck, still buried inside you.