"You're doing that on purpose," he said. His voice was strained.
"Maybe." I clenched again. Felt him pulse in response. "Is it working?"
"By the time the knot releases, you're going to be so full of me that conception is almost guaranteed."
"Good." The word came out before I could stop it. "I want that. I want to fill that nursery."
His cock throbbed hard inside me. Not a pulse of seed this time. A throb of arousal. Of renewed hunger.
"The knot is releasing," he said.
I felt it. The swelling at the base of his cock slowly reducing, the locked grip loosening. After forty-three minutes of being connected, the thought of separation made me whimper.
"Don't..."
"I'm not leaving." His voice was dark. Hungry. "I'm just changing positions."
The knot slipped free. His seed gushed out of me, thick and warm, pooling beneath me on the furs. But his cock stayed hard. Still inside me. Still ready.
He pulled out slowly. Let me feel every ridge dragging against my sensitive walls. Then he flipped me onto my stomach.
"Hands and knees," he commanded.
I obeyed. My arms shook from exhaustion, but I got myself up, presenting myself to him the way the tonic had been trying to make me present for ten days.
"Good." His hands gripped my hips. "Now I'm going to breed you properly."
He slammed into me from behind.
I screamed. The angle was different this way. Deeper, harder, his cock hitting spots that made my vision white out. He didn't start slow this time. Didn't give me time to adjust. He fucked mehard and fast, his hips slapping against my ass, his claws leaving marks on my hips where he gripped me.
"Going to fill you again," he growled. "Going to breed you until you can't walk. Going to keep you full of me forever."
I came. Hard. My arms gave out and I collapsed face-first into the furs, my ass still raised, his cock still pounding into me. The pleasure was overwhelming, too much, my oversensitized body couldn't handle it.
He didn't stop.
"Every morning," he said between thrusts. "Every night. I'm going to breed you until you're so pregnant you can barely move. Until you're swollen with my offspring. Until everyone knows you're mine."
The possessiveness should have scared me. Instead, it made me come again, my walls clenching around him.
"Yes," I sobbed into the furs. "Yes, please, all of it..."
His knot was swelling again. I felt it pressing against my entrance, that impossible stretching, that pleasuring burn.
"Push out," he commanded. "Take it."
I pushed. The knot slid inside me, locking us together for the second time. Then he came.
More than before. So much more. I felt my belly swelling with the pressure, could feel myself being filled past capacity. His seed had nowhere to go, sealed in by his knot, and I felt every pulse, every spurt, every hot wave of him claiming me from the inside.
I came again. And again. My body couldn't stop, couldn't process the stimulation, couldn't handle the overwhelming sensation of being bred and knotted and filled completely.
My vision started to gray at the edges.
"Bruk..." His name was the last thing I managed to say before the darkness took me.
I wokeup still connected to him.
