dykebreaker

God help you if they decide to push their knot inside you as well…

Or if some magic is involved…if their knot can move upwards even more and knot your cervix…

That point it would be double digit litter for sure…

fffffffuuucckkkkkk this is my third time reading it and it still got me clenching around nothing and wet. Wanna feel the head of their cock actually rearranging my guts with how big it is, thrusting up and moving into the womb, an area where it shouldn't be able to even go into. And staying there, moving around inside it as they thrust in and out.

And magical knots sound amazing, but why not two at once? One at the base of their dick and the other somewhere below their cockhead? (The head of their cock, of course, feeling like its stretching my womb into my stomach) Stretch not just the opening of my hole but my cervix too, whatever cum that somehow manages to escape my womb having basically zero chance of leaving my cunt. Basically ensuring that I'll get knocked up, especially if I'm ovulating.

And since their dick is so huge, their balls must be too. So when they do cum (in what feels like my stomach) my womb stretches as thick, large amounts of cum are dumped into the small, crammed space, bloating my abdomen a bit. Making it all heavy and weighed down, like I'm in the early stages of pregnancy.

And then we're stuck like that until both knots die down.

it was grimy as hell when i found it. i got it into the bathtub but it didn't seem to know how to wash itself. it really doesn't like being touched but i had to clean it up myself. spent a while digging caked on dirt out of its back feathers while it squirmed around in the tub.

seems like it can't really see or hear much, and one of its arms is cracked off like a marble statue. weird, since the rest of it is so soft to the touch. its halo is all cracked and chipped as well. maybe it did get hit by a car or something.

sometimes it'll wander around the house. i hear it knock shit over occasionally, and i usually find it on the ground covering its head in shame. i don't know how to tell the poor thing that knocking over a lamp is not a big deal and also pretty understandable for a blind angel in an unfamiliar space. i usually just bring it back to its spot under my desk. it squirms like a cat a bit when i pick it up but doesn't stop me. it's a lot lighter than i would've expected.

one time i was playing music while cleaning and found it pressing its head against the speaker. maybe it can hear a little after all? maybe the vibrations remind it of other angels. maybe it's just a black sabbath fan lol.

brought it on a hike earlier. it's been in my apartment for a while and i was worried it was going stir crazy. it was pretty slow going cause i had to help it not trip over roots and stuff but it seemed to be enjoying the fresh air. we passed a radio tower at one point and it wouldn't stop staring at it.

i had to pick it up a couple times to navigate some rocky areas and it doesn't seem to mind anymore. by the end i swear it was enjoying it. it's light enough that i can lift it one-handed and hold it against my chest, it'd just put its arm around my shoulders and sit there looking smug.

we were both completely beat by the time we got home, though. tucked the angel into its dog bed and collapsed into mine. right as i was about to pass out, though, i felt it worm its way into my bed and curl up in my arms. dreamt i was flying.

it started when i brought the angel to a house show a few weeks ago. i was kinda worried about the number of people, and it did spend most of the night hiding under my jacket, but it seemed like it was enjoying itself. got a lot of compliments on its halo.

i drank a few beers while we were there, and i got one for the angel too. once it figured out how to extract the beer from the can, it seemed to like it. we were both pretty drunk by the time we left, and it was being a lot clingier than usual. i guess angels are lightweights. figures.

when we got home it grabbed me by the hand and led me to the bathtub. it'd never done that before, but i figured it was just feeling grimy from the show. it was squirming around more than usual while i dug the dirt out of its back feathers, though, and when i was halfway done, i realized it had been fucking fingering itself the whole time.

now, i know what i said about getting struck by lightning and all that, but to be honest i was still pretty drunk at this point. so i did what any responsible intoxicated angel owner would do: i stopped grooming it, lifted it up by the hips, and ate it out until it was a trembling mess in the bottom of the tub.

so. do you want to know why i've been gone for a month? here's another question: did you know that angel cum is an extremely potent aphrodisiac? because i sure fucking didn't!! i got a mouthful of it and...honestly my memory is a little hazy but i'm pretty sure i spent a whole month fucking that stupid thing. not only is it a little wierdo, it's a pervert too.

you play it off every time. oh cuddling on the sofa while watching a movie? that’s totally normal best friend behaviour. long hugs in the morning, wearing his hoodie to sleep, snuggling in bed. slowly but surely, he’s breaking down those walls and his hand slips a little lower on your hip, a slight brush of his fingertips under your shirt. it’s gradual but you notice, and you don’t do anything to stop it because you actually enjoy it. it’s exciting and you wanna see how far he’ll go.

soon enough you’re backing up into him, lingering a little too long in his embrace and when you feel his bulge against you. you break. you cave. you can’t take it anymore and you let him rub against you, let him dip his fingers into your panties and feel your soaking cunt. you let him rip them off and slide his dick against you. it’s okay you tell yourself, it’s just fun and he’s not going inside, you’re still a lesbian of course!