"More," I begged. "All of it. Please, I need all of it."
He gave me another inch. Then another. His cock was massive, thicker than anything I'd ever taken, ridged in spiraling patterns that caught against every sensitive spot inside me. I could feel myself stretching around him, accommodating him, my body doing what the tonic had designed it to do.
He bottomed out and went still.
I'd never been so full. His cock was lodged deep inside me, the head pressing against my cervix, every inch of my channel gripping him. I felt him pulsing with his heartbeat, could feel the ridges throbbing against my walls.
"Bruk." His name came out as a whimper. "Please. Move."
He moved.
Slow at first. Long, deep strokes that withdrew almost completely before pushing back in. Every ridge dragged against my g-spot. Every thrust ended with the head of his cock pressing deep. I came on the third stroke.
He didn't stop.
"That's one," he said, his voice strained. "Going to make you come until you can't remember your own name."
He fucked me through the orgasm and into the next one. Faster now. Harder. The wet sounds of our joining filled the chamber, obscene evidence of how thoroughly he was claiming me. His hips slapped against mine with each thrust, driving his cock deep, hitting spots inside me I hadn't known existed.
Two. Three. Four. The orgasms rolled through me without pause, each one building on the last, each one leaving me more wrecked than before. I was crying and screaming and begging for something I couldn't name.
"Going to knot you now," he growled. "Going to lock us together and fill you with my seed."
I felt it. At the base of his cock, something swelling. Pressing against my entrance with each thrust, not quite slipping inside, getting bigger every time he pushed deep.
The knot.
I'd known it was coming. The orientation materials had explained it. But nothing could have prepared me for the reality. The massive bulge pressing against my stretched entrance, too big, impossible, there was no way it could fit.
"Push out," he commanded. "Bear down. Let me in."
I pushed, feeling myself stretching impossibly wide and the burn of tissue being pushed past its limits. Felt the pressure building and building until...
POP.
The knot slid inside me.
I screamed. The stretch was overwhelming, the fullness beyond anything I'd ever experienced. His knot was lodged inside me, swelling still, locking us together. I could feel it pressing against every wall, sealing me closed, trapping his cock deep inside my body.
"Mine," he growled. "You're mine now."
He started to come.
I felt it. Hot pulses flooding my womb, wave after wave of his seed pumping into me. There was so much of it. I could feel my belly swelling with the pressure, feel my body filling up, feel myself being bred exactly the way I'd asked for.
I came again. Just from being filled. Just from feeling his seed rushing into me, claiming me, marking me as his. The orgasm went on and on, triggered by every pulse of his cock, every spurt of hot liquid, every throb of the knot that locked us together.
When it finally ended, I was crying. Shaking. Completely destroyed.
And still connected to him. Still impaled on his cock, still locked together by his knot, still feeling the occasional pulse of more seed being pumped into my already-flooded womb.
"That was..." I couldn't finish the sentence. Didn't have words for what had just happened.
"That was just the beginning." His voice was tender now, the primal edge softened. "The knot takes thirty minutes to release. Longer, sometimes."
Thirty minutes. I was going to be connected to him, filled with him, for at least thirty more minutes.
The thought made my pussy clench around his knot, and I felt another small pulse of seed in response.
