Knotted Penis Novels & Stories

I stayed there, drinking her down, my eyes locked on her shattered expression. "You're a fountain, Elodie," I muttered, wiping my mouth. "Now, let's see if we can fill you back up with something permanent." I stood up and unzipped my jeans. My cock sprang free-a thick, dark-veined pillar of meat that throbbed with the heat of the rut. At the base, the knot was already beginning to swell, a hard, grapefruit-sized bulge that promised a long, agonizing lock. "No," she breathed, her eyes widening. "Kane, you can't. I'm not on the pill... please don't cum inside me! If you knot me while you're in rut, I'll conceive! Please!"