“Your body says otherwise. Feel how you open for me.”
He's right. Despite my protests, my body accepts him. Takes both cocks like it was designed for exactly this violation. Like the tonic prepared me for exactly this.
The pleasure cock releases something—tingling precum that makes my ass as sensitive as my pussy. Every nerve lights up. I can feel both cocks through the thin wall separating them, creating pressure and fullness that breaks my mind.
“Perfect. Taking both like you were made for it. Like a proper mate. This is what you chose, little female. Own it.”
We stay locked for so long that shadows move across the cave floor. He marks the time in heartbeats, in the rhythm of the glowing walls, making me hyperaware of how long I'm heldcaptive by his knot. His pleasure cock pulses periodically, adding more tingling fluid that makes me convulse with sensation.
When the knot finally reduces enough for him to pull out, the sound is obscene. A flood of his seed follows, so much that it pools beneath us, soaking into the furs.
I curl into a ball, shaking. Empty. Sore. Overwhelmed.
“Never again,” I gasp. “Too intense. Too much.”
He laughs, that grinding sound that vibrates through me.
“Your body is already producing fresh slick. Already wanting more. You can lie to yourself, but not to me. This is what you were made for. What you chose.”
He's right. Despite everything, despite the overwhelming intensity, my body craves him. I hate that he's right.
“I won't take the bond bite.”
“We'll see.”
He stands, his cocks already hardening again. The breeding cock drips steadily, covered in our combined fluids. The pleasure cock dances with renewed patterns of light.
“Clean yourself in the pool. Then we'll check the flood. See if Vek's territory survived.”
“And then?”
“Then I'll breed you again. Gentler maybe. Or harder. Depends on how much you fight what your body wants.”
I force myself to stand on shaking legs. Everything hurts. Everything throbs. His seed continues leaking from me, creating a trail to the pool.
“I hate this,” I say without heat.
“No. You hate that you love it. That your body betrays your mind. That you'll beg for the knot again before the sun sets.”
The worst part is he's probably right.
As I sink into the thermal pool, feeling his seed leak out in thick globs, my body already mourns the emptiness. Already wants to be filled again.
But I won't take the bond bite. I won't give him that power. Not yet. Not with twenty-four days left to decide.
Maybe not ever.
Even if my body screams for it with every breath.
MARA
DAY 6 - AFTERNOON
The knot deflates slowly. Like everything about Khor's biology, it follows its own timeline, indifferent to my shaking legs or the stone bridge cutting lines into my hip bones. We've been locked for nearly two hours. Two hours of micro-movements that send aftershocks through already overwrought nerves. Two hours of his breeding cock pulsing inside me, depositing more seed with each heartbeat.
When it finally releases, the flood of his cum mixed with mine hits the volcanic glass bridge with obscene splatter. I try to stand. Fall immediately. My legs are theoretical constructs, not functional limbs.
“Such violence earlier. Now cannot walk.” His voice carries satisfaction thick as smoke.
