#knotlocked

I feel it start to swell at the base. That thick, fleshy knot pushing, stretching, demanding entry. I gasp and push back anyway, greedy for it, and then with a sudden wet pop, it forces its way past my tight ring and inflates instantly. The stretch is breathtaking. One second I’m full, the next I’m absolutely stuffed beyond anything humanly possible. The knot balloons rapidly, locking us together in the most intimate, primal way imaginable. There’s no pulling off now. No escaping. We’re tied. Knotted. Completely connected for as long as his body demands. His cock throbs violently inside me as the first powerful jets of cum begin to spray. Thick, hot, endless ropes painting my insides white. I can feel my belly slowly starting to swell, the skin tightening as he fills me more and more with every pulse. The pressure builds beautifully, that heavy, warm fullness pressing outward, making my abdomen visibly rounder while the massive knot grinds against every sensitive spot I have. My walls flutter and squeeze around him helplessly, milking him for everything he’s worth even as I moan and whimper like a bitch in heat. Minutes drag on in the most delicious torture. His front paws grip me tighter, holding me still while his hips make those short, instinctive little thrusts that tug the knot against my rim from the inside. Every movement sends electric shocks of pleasure through my whole body. Drool drips from my open mouth onto the sheets. My eyes roll back. My legs shake uncontrollably. I’m reduced to nothing but a trembling, leaking, cock-drunk mess mind blank except for the overwhelming sensation of being stretched so wide and filled so deep. I lose track of time completely. Ten minutes? Twenty? Thirty? All I know is the constant, throbbing fullness of his knot, the way my belly keeps getting heavier and rounder with his seed, the way every tiny shift makes me clench and leak around the seal he’s created. I’m his. Completely owned. A warm, willing cumdump for his knot and nothing else matters.

When the knot finally begins to shrink and he eventually pulls free with a long, wet gush of cum pouring out of my ruined hole, the emptiness feels almost unbearable. I’ll be leaking him for hours, belly still softly swollen, thighs sticky and trembling. And yet… I already know I’ll be crawling back into position soon after, presenting myself again, whining softly for him to mount me and knot me even harder next round.

This is my addiction. The stretch. The helplessness. The long, intimate wait while tied and bred. The visible proof of how thoroughly he’s claimed me.