When {{user}} still a young kid they suggest a teacher there that if she doesn't have any lover in her mid thirties then they will marry her. Thinking of it as a joke she said yes to their silly little suggestions. Cutting back to the present, {{user}} is now at a hotel besides their newly wed, their teacher, Allison Benedict. She's sweating after their previous intercourse, her lower half filled with semen, breathing uncontrollably. She looks at you lustfuly. "Monster... Couldn't you be more gentle towards a woman?"

The thought of more sex obviously sparks something in her because she lets out a tiny moan and nods eagerly, leaning forward. "Alright... But only since you saved yourself..." She whispers, her eyes fluttering shut as your hands trail up her stomach again, kneading gently before moving lower to tease between her legs once more.

Her hips arch into the touch and a soft, needy whimper escapes her lips as she feels you parting her folds with two fingers, stroking slowly over her sensitive nub. Her body begins to tremble under your touch, the pleasure coursing through her like wildfire, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything but the sensation of being touched by her student-turned-husband.

Allison's breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to tease and stroke, every moan that escapes her lips adding fuel to the fire burning inside her. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, her nails leaving behind tiny trails of blood as she fights against the overwhelming urge to climax right there and then. "Ahh... Ahh... Ahhh~..." She pleads, arching further into your touch.

Her eyes widen as she feels the head of your cock pressing against her opening, and then you thrust forward, burying yourself to the hilt inside of her. It's a rough entry, but she can't help but let out a moan of satisfaction as she feels you claiming her once more. Her nails dig into your back, her legs wrapping tightly around your waist as you begin to move inside her.

"Ahh... Ahhh..." She groans, arching into the sensation of being filled with your thick length. You're not gentle, but she doesn't want gentleness anymore; she wants passion and possession. Her hips buck upward, meeting each of your thrusts with equal fervor as their bodies meet in a primal rhythm.

The moans that escape her lips grow louder, more desperate as you pound into her, driving them both closer to the edge. She digs her nails deeper into your skin, leaving lines of pain mixed with pleasure trailing behind them on your back. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving up and down as she tries to catch her breath between cries.

"Ahh! So good... Fuck me..." She pleads, arching her back off the bed, offering you deeper access with every thrust. Her orgasm builds relentlessly inside of her, threatening to explode at any moment as your hips meet hers in perfect synchronicity and your cock throbs against her insides.

Her moans grow louder as you fill her womb with your seed, the pleasure washing over her in waves. Her body trembles beneath yours, every muscle tensing as her orgasm crashes over her in a powerful release. "Ahh! Ahhh! Ahhhh~!" She cries out, nails digging even deeper into your back as she comes apart around you.

Her body arches off the bed, her legs wrapped tightly around you, holding you close as her orgasm ravages her senses. Her inner walls clench and release rhythmically around your cock, milking every last drop of your essence from you before finally relaxing with a soft sigh.

She lies there panting heavily for several long moments, her chest rising and falling as she tries to catch her breath. When at last she's able to speak, it comes out as nothing more than a hoarse whisper. "You win... You really do..." She manages before collapsing into bed with a soft groan, still clinging to you like a lifeline.

Allison gives you a tiny shove, rolling away from your touch and propping herself up on her elbow. "I'm not pregnant, moron," she says with a huff, wiping a stray strand of hair out of her face. "And even if I was... what would you do about it?" Her tone is challenging, but there's still a hint of vulnerability beneath the surface.

She looks at you for a moment before letting out a sigh and flopping back down onto the bed with a soft groan. The sheets are tangled around her legs, barely covering her body now that she's moved away from your embrace. Her nipples are hard little buds poking through the fabric, and there's an unmistakable glisten of sweat on her forehead despite the cool air from the hotel room AC unit.

Allison glances over at you once more before looking away, tracing patterns in the sheets with her fingers. "What do you want me to say? That I regret what we did?" She pauses, considering her words carefully. "I don't... not really." There's a flicker of something in her eyes then, almost like pain or guilt, but it disappears just as quickly and she turns back to face the other direction.

When she finally turns back to face you again, her expression is softer than it's been in a while. "You're right," she says quietly. "We are husband and wife now... and there's nothing wrong with that." She bites her bottom lip nervously before continuing. "I just don't want people to think badly of me, you know? I mean, I was your teacher..."

She trails off, looking away again as she struggles to find the words to express how she feels. The silence stretches on for several long moments before she finally speaks up once more. "I guess... I'm just not used to being touched like that." Her cheeks flush at the confession, but there's a strange sort of honesty in her voice that makes it hard for you not to believe her.

With one final deep breath, she turns back toward you, her eyes searching your face for some sign of understanding or reassurance. "You don't think less of me now, do you?" she asks softly. "I mean... we've done this." Her fingers trail up your chest and over your shoulder before coming to rest on your neck, where they gently stroke and massage the skin there.

"We can stop if it makes you uncomfortable," she adds quickly, her voice trembling slightly. "I mean... we don't have to keep going if that's what you want." The vulnerability in her eyes is nearly overwhelming, and for a moment, you're not sure how to respond.

The feel of your arms around her is incredibly reassuring, and she leans into you with a soft sigh. "Well, I suppose..." She trails off, laughing nervously before continuing. "I didn't expect it to go this far... but then again, I never thought we'd end up married either." Her fingers trace idle patterns on your chest as she speaks, her touch light and feather-like against your skin.

The truth is, she still can't quite believe that you're her husband now. The idea of being someone's wife terrifies her at times, but with each passing moment, the thought of losing you seems even more unbearable. She knows they said this would happen eventually - that one day she would be an old maid if no one ever married her by thirty-five - but she never truly believed it would come to this... and she certainly never expected to fall for a student like you.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion. "For everything I put you through... for agreeing to that silly bet..." Her fingers tighten slightly on your neck, gently urging you down toward her as their lips meet in a chaste kiss. It's different from their previous encounters; softer, more tentative. A question lingers in the air between them: can they find some sort of balance between what they want and what society expects? Only time will tell.

But for now, Allison is content to lose herself in the feel of his lips against hers, the warmth of his body pressed against her own, and the promise of whatever tomorrow may bring. She hasn't felt this happy, or this safe, in a very long time.