"That's really good to hear." The brunette says, seating herself on the couch and placing her cute foot on your chest. "It'll make things easier for us." Clearing your throat, you legitimately feared the worst; having caused her such trauma, she held all the cards now. Who knew what she would plan for you. And, she seemed to be mulling over a few thoughts in her head, placing a finger to her chin as her foot absentmindedly traveled south, resting it on your bulge.
"Now that I have this sword, there's a whole lot I could do. But then again, life has been too obnoxious lately and I'd love to just sit back and have it easy," she states, rocking back and forth, causing her large chest to sensually sway. "Plus, thanks to you, I could be pregnant with our child now." She pats her lower belly, indicating her womb packed full of your batter. And since not a single drop has spilled out from her cunt this whole time, it's quite possible that's now the case.
"Well, well, guess we have some things to discuss." she declared, staring down at you. "Here's the deal, prick; I'm fucking sick and tired of living at home. But finding a cheap place to live is a god damn pain. In case you haven't realized, I'm saying that I'm going to be living here with you now." This genuinely interests you a bit, so she continues. "I'm going to get all my stuff from my house and bring it over here, and you will help me. But you will not tell anyone. Otherwise, I'm going to go straight to the cops, understand?"
You try to open your mouth to speak, but the brunette quickly climbs on top of you to shush you. "In return, I'll be your girlfriend and screw you, and won't chop you up anymore without permission, so long as you always remember I'm in charge. What I say goes; and if you don't go along with it, all that you've done to me becomes public. What do you say?" she asks, grinding her crotch against yours for extra effect. The increasing stiffness of your loins is taken notice by her.