I can feel my own release building—my balls drawing tight, the base of my cock beginning to swell. Seven hundred years of taking lovers, and I’ve never wanted anything the way I want to knot this woman. Want to feel her stretch around me, want to lock myself inside her, want to fill her with so much of my seed she can taste it.
“You’re going to take it all,” I growl, my thrusts growing harder, more erratic. “Every inch of my knot. Every drop of my cum. Going to fill you so full it leaks out of you for days.”
“Yes—” She’s beyond words now, beyond thought, just a creature of need and pleasure. “Yes, Alpha, please—”
The knot starts to expand.
I feel it swelling at the base of my cock—that thick bulge that will lock us together, that will seal my seed inside her where it belongs. Her body registers it before her mind does—her cunt clenching reflexively around the growing intrusion, her walls stretching to accommodate something she’s never felt before.
Her eyes fly open, meeting mine with something like panic. “What—”
“My knot.” I push deeper, forcing the swelling bulge against her entrance. “Your body knows what it needs. Let it in, Hannah.”
“I can’t—it’s too big—”
“You can.” I grip her hips, holding her in place as I push harder. “You’ve taken everything else I’ve given you. You’ll take this too.”
Her body fights me for one exquisite moment—the tight ring of muscle at her entrance straining against the intrusion, refusing to yield. I feel her inner walls spasming, feel her cunt trying to push me out even as her legs pull me closer.
Then the knot pops past her entrance with a wet, obscene sound.
She screams.
I feel her cunt clamp down around the knot so hard I see stars—inner muscles seizing, gripping, trying desperately to process the intrusion. The knot is fully inside her now, swelling to its full size, locking us together in the most intimate way possible. She couldn’t push me out now if she tried. We’re joined—bound—knotted together while I flood her with my seed.
“Take it,” I groan, my hips jerking as the first pulse of release hits me. “Take my knot, omega. Take everything I’m giving you.”
The orgasm crashes through me like nothing I’ve felt in seven centuries.
My cock jerks inside her, flooding her with the first hot pulse of cum. The pleasure is savage, primal—I feel myself emptying into her in thick spurts, feel her cunt grip me tighter with each one, milking every drop from my aching balls. My vision whites out at the edges. My whole body shudders with the force of it.
And still I keep coming.
The second pulse hits even harder, and I grind deeper, wanting to pump my seed as far into her as it will go. I feel her womb opening to receive me—feel the way her body is designed to accept my cum, to hold it, to be bred. The thought sends another wave of pleasure crashing through me, and I spill even more into her greedy cunt.
“Feel that?” I manage to growl against her ear, my hips still jerking with each pulse. “Feel me filling you up? Feel how much I’m giving you?”
She whimpers something incoherent, her pussy fluttering around my cock and knot, her body pulling my seed deeper with every clench.
I keep coming. Longer than I ever have before, pulse after pulse of hot cum flooding into her until I can feel it pooling inside her womb, feel the pressure of it with nowhere to go because my knot has her sealed tight. Her belly is going to swell with it. She’s going to be dripping with me for days—going to smell like my seed, taste like it, feel it leaking out of her every time she moves.
The thought makes me spurt again, one final pulse that wrenches a groan from my chest.
Then the bond snaps into place.
It’s like a door opening in my mind—suddenly I can feel her. Not just her body wrapped around my cock, buther. Her exhaustion bleeding into my awareness. Her shattered resistance. Her desperate, unwilling satisfaction at finally being filled the way her body has been screaming for.
I feel the aftershocks of her orgasm rippling through the bond, feel the way her pleasure feeds into mine and amplifies it. I feel her emotions tangled together—shame and relief and hatred and something that might be the beginning of surrender. I feelher, in a way I’ve never felt another being in seven hundred years.
She’s crying. I feel the tears hot against my chest where she’s pressed her face, feel the sobs shaking her body even as her pussy continues to flutter weakly around my softening cock. The knot holds us locked together, and I can feel my seed settling inside her—so much of it, filling her so completely that her belly feels slightly swollen against mine.
Mine. Every drop of it claiming her from the inside.
It’s done.
She’s mine.
I gather her closer, rolling us onto our sides while the knot keeps us joined. Her whole body is trembling—fine tremors running through her muscles, the hiccupping rhythm of her sobs pressed against my chest. But even wrecked and crying and filled with my seed, she curls into me. Seeking warmth. Seeking comfort. Seeking the male who just shattered everything she thought she was.
