Jordan adjusted his angle slightly, searching. When Chloe suddenly clenched around him with a sharp cry, he knew he’d found it. He aimed for that spot with every thrust, watching her face contort with pleasure.

"There! Oh fuck, right there!" Chloe’s nails raked down his back. "I’m... I’m gonna... ahh!"

Her walls clamped down around him like a vice. Jordan felt her entire body go rigid in his arms as her orgasm hit. The sensation of her pulsing around him, combined with her desperate cries in his ear, shoved him over the edge.

"Chloe!" Jordan’s hips jerked erratically as his release tore through him.

The trait activated. That cursed bronze-tier ability flooding his system. Wave after wave of cum pumped into her, far more than should be possible. His cock pulsed with each burst, filling her completely.

Chloe’s eyes flew open as the first spurt hit. "Oh... oh fuck... so much..."

Jordan couldn’t stop. His body had taken over completely, hips still moving in shallow thrusts as he emptied himself inside her. The feeling was transcendent. Better than anything. Her heat surrounding him while he marked her from the inside out.

"Hnngh... you’re still going..." Chloe’s voice came out strangled. "So full... overflowing..."

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the pulses slowed. Stopped. Jordan collapsed back against the pillows, taking Chloe with him. She lay sprawled across his chest, both of them gasping for air.

Warmth seeped out around where they were still joined. Chloe shifted slightly and more leaked out, creating a wet patch on the sheets beneath them.

"Holy shit." Chloe lifted her head to stare at him. "Fuck, are you trying to make me your cum dumpster?"

The words shouldn’t have been hot. But paired with her flushed face and the feeling of his release dripping out of her, Jordan’s brain bypassed logic entirely.

"I want to make you a mother." The confession erupted from somewhere primal. "Want to breed you until I can’t anymore."

Chloe’s eyes went wide. Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.

"That’s... that’s the horniest thing anyone’s ever said to me." She paused. "Say it again."

Jordan’s hands slid down to her ass, pulling her tighter against him. His cock was already stirring again inside her, that cursed trait apparently giving him stamina for days.

"I want to fill you up." His voice dropped lower, rougher. "Want to pump you so full it’s dripping down your thighs. Want everyone to know you’re mine."

Chloe whimpered. Actually whimpered. Her hips rolled against him, creating friction that made them both gasp.

"You can’t just say things like that." Her protest came out breathless.

"Why not?"

"Because it makes me want to let you do it." She buried her face against his neck. "Makes me want to forget about pills and plans and just let you breed me like you said."

Jordan’s cock throbbed at the image. Chloe swollen with his child, knowing he’d put it there, that she belonged to him in the most fundamental way possible.

"Jordan." Her voice was small. Uncertain. "We should probably... you know. Clean up."

Reality crashed back. The wet sheets beneath them. The mess coating both their thighs. The fact that he’d just unloaded inside a girl he’d technically only known for two days.

"Yeah. Probably." But neither of them moved.

Chloe shifted slightly, wincing. "You’re still hard."

"That bronze gacha was apparently very generous with stamina."

"Bronze gacha?" She lifted her head to look at him. "What are you talking about?"

Jordan’s brain caught up approximately three seconds too late. "Nothing. Ignore me. Post-orgasm brain."

"Uh huh." Chloe didn’t look convinced, but she let it slide. "Well, your post-orgasm brain is still very much inside me and showing no signs of deflating."

"Is that a problem?"

"Not necessarily." She bit her lip, that teasing smile returning. "But if we’re going to go again, I need water first. And maybe to actually clean up before we make even more of a mess."

Jordan reluctantly loosened his grip on her. Chloe lifted herself off him slowly, both of them hissing at the sensation. When he finally slipped free, a flood of cum followed, pooling between her thighs.

"Jesus Christ." Chloe stared down at the evidence. "That’s... that’s a lot."

"Sorry?" Jordan offered weakly.

"Don’t apologize." She climbed off the bed carefully, keeping her thighs pressed together. "It’s hot. Messy as hell, but hot."

Jordan watched as she padded across the loft toward her bathroom, completely naked and utterly confident. His cum dripped down her inner thighs with each step, leaving a trail on her hardwood floor.

The door closed behind her. Water started running.

Jordan fell back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling. His chest heaved with each breath. His entire body felt boneless, wrung out in the best possible way.

He’d just lost his virginity to Chloe Kim. The same girl who lived next door. The same girl he’d been subscribing to for six months. The same girl who defended him at the student union and watched anime with him and made him laugh even when everything felt hopeless.

His phone buzzed from somewhere in his discarded sweatpants on the floor.

Jordan ignored it.

The bathroom door opened. Chloe emerged with a damp washcloth, her hair pulled up in a messy bun. She’d cleaned herself up but was still completely naked, drops of water clinging to her skin.

"Your turn." She tossed him the washcloth.

Jordan caught it, grateful for something to do with his hands. He wiped himself down quickly while Chloe pulled fresh sheets from her closet.

"Help me change these?" She asked, already stripping the soiled bedding.

They worked in companionable silence. Removed the old sheets. Spread out new ones. Fluffed the pillows. Normal domestic tasks that felt surreal given what they’d just done.

When the bed was made, Chloe climbed back onto it. She patted the space beside her.

"Stay?"

Jordan’s heart did something complicated in his chest. "You want me to stay?"

"I just let you cum inside me." Chloe rolled her eyes. "I think we’re past the awkward morning-after concerns."

"It’s barely seven PM."

"Then stay for the awkward evening-after." She tugged at his hand. "Come on. I’m cold."

Jordan slid into bed beside her. Chloe immediately curled against his side, her head on his chest and one leg thrown over his thighs. Her body radiated warmth.

"This is nice," she murmured.

"Yeah." Jordan wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "It is."

They lay there in comfortable quiet. Jordan’s fingers traced lazy patterns on her back while Chloe’s breath evened out against his chest.

"Jordan?"

"Hmm?"

"I’m hungry."