"That's about half of what our knots are," Rowan says, watching my face carefully. "Want to try more?"
"Yes."
He pumps again. The stretch deepens, and I feel my body resisting slightly, muscles tensing against the intrusion.
"Breathe," Micah reminds me. "Don't fight it."
I force myself to exhale, consciously relaxing my pelvic floor. The toy slides deeper as I open up around it, and the sensation shifts from borderline-too-much to something fuckingamazing.
"Oh," I breathe. "That's… wow."
"Good wow or bad wow?"
"Definitely good wow." I roll my hips experimentally, and the movement makes the inflated knot shift inside me. A moan escapes me before I can stop it. "Reallygood wow."
Rowan grins, looking pleased with himself. "One more pump?"
I nod, and he squeezes the bulb again. This time, the stretch is unmistakably intense. Not quite painful, but right at the edge of too much. My body protests, muscles clenching involuntarily around the swollen base.
"That's it," I gasp. "That's my limit."
"That's about half," Rowan says, leaving the pump alone. "Not bad for a first try."
Half.
Which means their actual knots are even bigger than this.
"How does it feel?" Micah asks, his erection pressing against my lower back through his sweatpants. He's been remarkably patient, but I can feel his need building through the bond.
"Umm… stretchy? But in a good way. Like my body's learning to accommodate it."
"That's exactly what it's doing." Rowan begins to move the toy slowly, working it in shallow thrusts that make the knot tug at my entrance without pulling free.
"Fuck, that's?—"
"I know." He increases the pace slightly, angling the toy to hit my spot. "The knot makes everything more intense, doesn't it?"
He's not wrong. Every thrust sends waves of "oh, fuck" radiating through my body, amplified by the stretch. I can feel another orgasm building, faster than expected, coiling tight in my core.
"I'm going to—" I don't get to finish the sentence before it crashes over me, even more intense than the first one. My body clamps down on the inflated knot, and the additional pressure extends the orgasm into something that seems to go on forever.
When I finally stop shaking, I'm awreck. Sweat-slicked and trembling, barely able to form coherent thoughts.
"That was beautiful," Rowan says, slowly deflating the toy. The relief as it shrinks is almost as intense as the stretch was, and I moan at the sudden emptiness when he withdraws it completely.
"Need a minute?" Micah asks, and I can hear the strain in his voice. He's been so patient, so focused on my pleasure, but his cock is rock-hard against my back.
"No." I twist in his arms, reaching for the waistband of his sweatpants. "We're not finished."
His breath catches as I tug the fabric down, freeing his erection. It springs up, flushed and eager, and I wrap my hand around the base experimentally. Oh, yeah. His knot issomuch bigger.
And now I have an idea of how good it's going to feel inside me.
"Regina, you don't have to?—"
"I want to." I shift position, crawling down his body until my face is level with his cock. "A deal's a deal, remember?" I tease.
Micah groans as I lick a slow stripe up his length. "Fuck. When you put it that way..."
