"Yes!" The word was a sob. "Yes, please, yes!"
“I would kill for you, Beloved.” He thrust harder, forcing the swelling knot past my entrance, and the stretch was incredible—a burn that melted into pleasure so intense I only saw white. “I would torture a crowd. I would burn down cities over your love.”
The knot popped inside me.
I screamed. “Ahhh!”
And then it swelled to its full size.
“Oh!!!”
The sensation was beyond description—a massive pressure against all my inner walls at once, locking him inside me, triggering a cascade of nerve endings I hadn't known existed.
“Dear God! I did not know happiness until this moment.” His cock pulsed, and I felt the first hot jet of his cum flooding my depths.
“Ohhh!!”
The orgasm that ripped through me was nothing like the one before.
This was annihilation.
Total dissolution of self.
I shattered into a million pieces, each one screaming with pleasure, each one reforming around the axis of his knot. My inner walls clamped down in rhythmic pulses, milking his cock, drawing out more and more of his release.
The piercing pressed against my G-spot with relentless pressure as his cock throbbed inside me, and each pulse triggered another crest of pleasure.
I was coming and coming and coming, the orgasm stretching into infinity.
"MINE!" Rook roared the word out and threw back his head as his body shook and his cock emptied inside me. "You're mine, Beloved! Forever! Always! MINE!"
Beyond the glass, I heard the muffled screams of the Broken Court reaching their own climaxes—a cascade of release triggered by witnessing their queen's claiming. Bodies convulsed against each other. Mouths opened in silent screams. The orgy reached its fever pitch, dozens of people coming in tribute to their rulers.
The knot pulsed inside me.
Another jet of cum.
Another crest of pleasure.
I was drowning in it.
Melting in it.
Becoming it.
This is what yearning really means. Not just craving the drug. Becoming the drug. Being incapable of existing without it.
Time ceased to have meaning. The orgasm stretched on for minutes. . .hours?
His knot kept us locked together.
Kept him pulsing inside me.
Kept him shooting hot cum into my pussy.
Kept my body wringing pleasure from his.
When I finally came back to awareness, I was sobbing.
