I pinch her nipple and rub her clit faster.
“Come for me, Saelûn. Let me give you a fawnling. Let the gods see what we’ve made.”
Her orgasm blooms from her core, spreading through her in pulsing waves that make her whole body twitch, clamping down on my knot so hard I groan.
“Andrik!” she moans. “Don’t stop—want more of your come inside me.”
Thalûn.
I spill inside her immediately, unable to resist her plea, flooding her with another release. She grinds down into me.
“Thrahk yes, Lumi—take it—take all of it.”
I can’t stop. She milks my knot, drawing more from me with every clench.
“You broke me,” I whisper. “That voice, Saelûn... I’d give you every drop I’ve ever made.”
She whines when I tip her hips forward, cradling her with one arm as my other hand strokes over her belly.
“Right here,” I murmur, palm pressing low. “That’s where they’ll grow.”
She lets out a breathless moan.
“My fawnling,” I whisper, nuzzling into her neck, “will bloom inside you.”
Her body is still fluttering from the aftershocks, breath ragged, skin glistening with sweat.
We stay like that until my knot begins to gradually soften. The thick swell deflating until the pressure starts to ease.
“Lumina’ka,” I murmur into her ear. “My knot is releasing.”
She makes a soft sound—relief mixed with sadness. I feel it too. The strange bittersweetness of unlocking after being joined so deeply for so long.
It continues to shrink, and I shift carefully, adjusting her in my lap.
“This might feel strange,” I warn.
“It already does,” she mumbles. “Like I’m losing something.”
“I know.” I press a kiss to her shoulder. “But I need to pull out now, Saelûn. Are you ready?”
I grip her hips and ease back slowly. The knot slips free with a soft, wet pop. Cool liquid pours from her body in a thick rush. I can feel it coating my thighs, hear it spattering heavily against the moss.
Lumi gasps at the sensation.
“Oh my God,” she whimpers. “That’s—that’s so much!”
“I know, I know,” I murmur, my hands stroking her sides soothingly. The liquid keeps coming. Pooling beneath us. Soaking into the moss. The obscene wet sounds fill the quiet grove. “Just let it out, saelûn. There’s so much—you’re doing so well.”
I ease her forward, helping her change position so she’s more comfortable as the flow continues.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur. “Just breathe for me.”
It takes a few more moments before the flood slows to a trickle, then stops.
She sags against me, completely exhausted.
“I feel so empty now,” she whispers.
