"The Condom Breaks: A Risky Round Two"

Isaac’s cock twitched against your thigh, still semi-hard, smearing a sticky trail of his cum mixed with your arousal. Your thighs trembled as you shifted, and a hot trickle seeped out of your sore, stretched pussy, dripping onto the tangled sheets. Your eyes snapped to the discarded condom on the floor—the ring of latex torn at the base.

“Isaac,” you choked out, voice raw. “It… it broke. It broke.”

He froze, his hand still absently kneading your breast. “What?”

You pointed shakily at the ruined condom, your stomach churning. His cum was inside you. Not much—not yet—but enough to make your womb clench reflexively, your traitorous body welcoming the threat. The curse’s timer pulsed in your skull: 34 hours left.

Isaac’s jaw tightened. “Plan B. Now. There’s a 24-hour pharmacy down the—”

You cut him off with a desperate kiss, your tongue plunging into his mouth. The curse roared back, fiercer now, your cunt throbbing with renewed hunger. His cock hardened instantly against your stomach, his resolve crumbling.

“Too late,” you gasped, grinding your swollen clit against his shaft. “Feels… too good inside. Need you again. Now.”