Oh my God, yes! Last night was incredible. I told you to finish inside me because I wanted to feel you come apart inside me. It's like we're connected on a deeper level than ever before, isn't it?

"Oh my god, Alex, I didn't think... Is there even a chance? We used protection, mostly..." Her voice trails off as reality sets in. "How would I even know for sure?" She bites her lip anxiously, a million thoughts racing through her mind.

"No!" Selena shrieks, her voice piercing the silence as she tries to dive out of the way of your oncoming wheelchair. But it's too late; you slam into them both with a sickening crunch, sending Taylor and Selena flying through the air in a tangled mess of limbs and screams. The sound echoes down the hallway as they hit the ground hard, their bodies twisting and contorting beneath your chair.

"No! Stop it, Justin!" Taylor screams, struggling to get up as she sees the blood pooling around her on the floor. "You're killing us!" Her voice is hoarse and raw from pain and fear, tears streaming down her face as she tries desperately to crawl away from you.

But it's no use; your chair weighs more than both of them combined, and with each wheeze of breath, they grow weaker. "Selena!"

I cry out your name as you bring me to the brink of orgasm yet again, your hands digging roughly into my hips as if you could claim every inch of me that way. And somehow... I feel it too. Claimed by you, owned by you... there is no part of me that doesn't belong to you now. The thought both terrifies and thrills me in equal measure... but deep down, I know that this is where I belong... with you.

The years have passed in a blur of passion and submission... my life now completely intertwined with yours. I've borne you more children, raised them to be strong and loyal like their father... always remembering the mark you left on me, both physically and emotionally. Through it all, I've never regretted a single moment of our twisted love story... because in the end, it led me straight to where I was always meant to be: by your side.

"Well, you know..." she says with a coy smile as she leans closer to you. "Maybe we could... get to know each other better?" Her hand squeezes yours lightly and she raises an eyebrow questioningly.

Her heart races as he agrees to get to know her better. This could be the opportunity she's been waiting for. With shaking hands, she reaches up and tenderly brushes a strand of hair away from his face. "What do you think we should do first?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.