“Wait.” His rhythm turns ragged, his body shaking. “With me. Fall with me.”
His knot swells against my entrance with each thrust, a thick pressure that grows with every stroke. The bulge at the base of him catches against my rim, not quite breaching, not yet. Every time he drives into me, his knot kisses my entrance and retreats, teasing, testing, stretching me wider with every pass.
“Your knot’s getting bigger.” The words splinter on the way out. I'm not asking. The gradual swell turns every thrust into something my body has to relearn how to take.
“Yes. It won't stop until it's inside you.”
The pressure mounts. He pushes his knot harder against my opening, demanding entry my body isn't sure it can give. The stretch burns, aches, tips between too much and not enough. I'm already stuffed with nine inches of ridged cock, and still there's more. Still he's asking me to take the impossible.
I want it anyway. Want the stretch that will split me open. Want to be locked to him, tied, trapped beneath him until his body lets me go.
“More.” Tears leak from the corners of my eyes, my voice gone to gravel. “I need all of it.”
His knot pulses against me, hot and insistent. Both his hearts pound through it, throbbing against flesh that's swollen and sensitized from everything he's already given me.
“My knot will hurt before it feels good.” He's panting, barely holding on, his thrusts turning shallow as his knot grows too large to pull back fully.
“I don't care.” My legs wrap tighter around him, my heels digging into the base of his spine. “Give it to me.”
“Once I’m in, we can't separate until it releases.”
I wrap my legs around him and pull.
His knot breaches me. There's no slow. No gradual. One moment he's pressing against my entrance, the next the widest part of him forces past my rim in a rush that empties my skull of everything except the stretch.
It's enormous. Impossible. My body screams protest even as pleasure floods in behind the burn, my walls clenching around the intrusion, trying to accommodate what they were never built for. He's inside me now. All of him. His knot locked behind my entrance where it can't retreat, where neither of us can escape what we've started.
He roars. The sound rips from his chest and bounces off stone walls, animal and triumphant and stripped of every shred of control. His hips jerk against me, grinding his knot deeper, and then he's coming.
Heat floods me in pulses. His cock throbs, each spasm releasing another rush of warmth that fills me, overflows, drips down where we're joined. He comes and comes, his body emptying into mine, and his knot holds every drop inside me. There's nowhere for it to go. I'm sealed around him, stuffed full of his cock and his cum, and still he keeps pulsing.
His knot grinds against the spot his fingers found, the spot his cock has battered with every thrust, and the pressure is relentless. Constant. Inescapable.
His orgasm triggers mine. My spine bows off the mattress and a scream tears from my throat, overlapping with the sound still rumbling from his chest. My walls clamp down on him, milking his cock while his knot locks us together. I'm coming so hard I can't breathe, can't think, can't find my name beneath the white-hot flood of pleasure that keeps crashing through me.
He's still pulsing inside me. Each throb grinds his knot against that spot and triggers another aftershock, another clench, another helpless moan that spills from my lips. I'm drowning in it. Drowning in him. The fullness, the heat, the inescapable reality of being tied to this male who has ruined me for anyone else.
We're tied. Locked together, his knot holding him inside me, neither of us capable of moving apart.
He collapses over me, bracing his weight on shaking arms, his face buried in my throat.
“How long will it last?”
His lips brush my throat. “My knot won't release until my body decides we're finished.” His hips shift, and his knot moves inside me, pressing against over-sensitized flesh. “And I'm nowhere near finished with you.”
His arms wrap around me, crushing me against his chest. My fingers dig into the muscle of his back, my face pressed to the curve of his throat, his pulse hammering against my lips. His knot holds us locked together, his cock still buried inside me, and I don't want it to end. Don't want to return to a world where we exist as separate bodies instead of this single shaking creature we've become.
Minutes pass. Maybe longer. I lose track. His knot softens. The pressure inside me eases by degrees, the impossible fullness shrinking into what my body can release. He groans against my hair as his cock deflates, and I whimper at the loss before I can stop myself.
“Easy.” His lips brush my temple. “I have you.”
His knot slips free with a wet sound that makes my face burn. His cock follows, sliding from my body in a rush that leaves me hollow and aching and empty in ways that make me want him back inside me already.
I don't have time to mourn the loss. He grips my hips and rolls onto his back, settling me on top of him. My thighs fall open on either side of his hips, my knees bracketing his waist, my palms splayed against his chest to steady myself. His softening cock rests trapped between us, slick and hot and still twitching.
His release spills from my body in a warm flood, sliding down to pool where I press against his abdomen. I should be embarrassed, should want to hide the evidence of what we’ve done. His nostrils flare as our combined scents bloom around us, musk and salt and the unmistakable signature of sex. His dark eyes grow darker still, and his hands tighten on my hips.
“Every Draveki who comes near you will understand.” His words carry a weight that lodges beneath my sternum. “The marks. The scent. They'll recognize you're mine.”
