She's the Professor she should tell him

David stared at her, his mind racing. The sight of Ms. Myers hit him hard. She looked flushed and sweaty, her long cherry-red hair a complete mess, with thick trails of his cum still leaking slowly down her trembling thighs. It made it almost impossible to think straight. Every possible statement felt dangerously loaded with the curse hanging over him.

Swallowing hard, David asked, “Why don’t you tell me? You’re the professor?”

Ms. Myers let out a soft, broken chuckle, her voice hoarse and breathless. She swayed on unsteady legs, one hand gripping the edge of the desk as another aftershock rippled through her.

“Mmm… you really flooded me, didn’t you?” she purred, shifting her weight. Fresh cum visibly dripped down her inner thighs. “I can still feel it leaking out… warm and thick.”

Taking a shaky breath, she let the words tumble out between pants. “You could make me unable to get pregnant from this load right now. Just say I’m not fertile or that your cum won’t take.” She bit her lip, clearly hating the idea. “It would be the safe choice. No scandal, no consequences… but fuck, it feels like such a waste after how hard you just fucked me.”

David’s stomach tightened at her words. That was the smart move after all. It was the one that would let both of them walk away clean. Yet the disappointment in Ms Myers hoarse voice and half-lidded eyes sent a dark little thrill through him. He already hated how much he wanted to ignore it completely.

Her eyes sparkled with hazy mischief as she pressed her slick thighs together, savouring the warm, sticky mess between them. “Or you could just leave it…”

Her voice dropped, low and teasing. “Let nature decide. The thought of your professor getting knocked up by her own student is making me wet all over again.” She had to pause for a breath. “But if it actually happens… it could destroy my career.”

The words hit him like a spark. His pulse jumped, heat flooding straight to his cock while his brain screamed how insane this was. She was the head of the Literature department, for fuck’s sake. One careless sentence could burn her entire career to the ground.

Still panting, she leaned in closer, full breasts heaving with every breath. “You could control it too… make sure no one notices for months, or make the university not care at all. I could keep teaching while my belly grows, still looking like this.” Her eyes went heavy with lust. “Walking into class with your baby inside me and no one knowing… god, that’s so fucking hot.”

That image slammed into David hard. Elegant Ms. Eveline Myers standing at the front of the lecture hall, secretly swollen with his child. His cock twitched with fresh interest.

She brushed her lips right against his ear, voice husky and broken. “You could make my body crave it… make me fertile only for you so the next time you fuck me, it definitely takes.” A soft moan slipped out. “I’d probably end up begging you for it every single time.” Her breathing hitched. “Or you could be bolder… make me pregnant right now, deep inside me with your cum still there. Instant. No waiting. No going back.”

Those suggestions hit him like a gut punch. Making her permanently addicted to being bred by him, or knocking her up with nothing but a sentence. It both rightly terrified and turned him on more than he wanted to admit. David still remembered how easily one careless boast had already fucked things up earlier.

Ms. Myers pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, her gaze hazy with lust. “But here’s what I really want…” She let out a shaky, breathless laugh. “Make it so I can get pregnant from this load, but only if you say the words. Leave the whole decision in your hands.” Her voice dropped even lower. “Right now I’m dripping with your cum and I kind of love not knowing whether you’re going to knock up your professor or not. After the way you just ruined me over this desk… part of me thinks you deserve to decide.”