“Wait! I need to adjust?—”
“Too late. This is happening. This is what you chose.”
He's right. It's already begun. The knot expands rapidly, stretching me even wider. It presses against my g-spot from inside with constant, inescapable pressure.
“It's too much?—”
But he can't stop. Neither can I. The knot continues swelling for what feels like forever. I try to pull forward but we're locked. Completely. I can't escape, can only take it as it grows to impossible size.
“This is what you wanted. What your body has been screaming for. To be claimed. Owned. Bred. You came through that portal knowing this awaited you.”
When it reaches full size, I'm sobbing. My body convulses with continuous orgasms triggered by the pressure. His pleasure cock continues its assault on my clit, making it impossible to think. I know I chose this—threw rocks at gentle to get exactly this—but knowing and experiencing are different things.
“Now I fill you.”
The first pulse of his release is violent. Hot enough to burn, voluminous enough that my belly cramps. The second pulse makes me look pregnant. By the fifth, I'm whimpering.
He doesn't stop. Can't stop. The knot ensures every drop stays inside me as he pumps rope after rope of thick seed into my already overstretched channel.
“Count them,” he demands.
“I can't?—”
His hand spanks my ass hard. “Count. Know how thoroughly you're being bred.”
“Six... seven... eight...”
Twelve. Twelve massive pulses before he finally stills. I'm so full I can barely breathe. My belly is distended, round with his seed.
“We're locked until the knot releases. Many heartbeats. Longer if you keep coming.”
“I can't stop—the pressure?—”
“That's the point. Your body will associate being knotted with continuous pleasure. Will crave it. Need it. As the tonic intended.”
He rolls us carefully onto our sides, still locked together. His hand moves to my swollen belly, possessive.
“Look how full I've made you. Bred properly. This is what you'll look like carrying my offspring.”
The thought makes me think of the portal. Twenty-four days to decide. But my body clenches at his words, which makes the knot pulse, which triggers another orgasm.
His tail, still wrapped around my throat, tightens slightly. Not enough to cut off air, just enough to remind me I'm trapped.
“The bond bite would make this permanent,” he says against my neck. “Make it so your body only responds to me. Forever.”
“No. I need time. The portal?—”
“Still so many sunrises away. You'll beg for the bite before then. When you realize you can't live without this. Without me filling you exactly like this.”
His pleasure cock unwraps from my clit, making me whimper at the loss. But then I feel it probing my other entrance.
“Too much?—”
“You wanted to know what both cocks feel like. What you were built to take. Now you'll learn.”
The pleasure cock pushes into my ass. It's more flexible than the breeding cock, able to curve and adjust. But it's still thick, still stretching me in ways I've never experienced.
“Both is too intense?—”
