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he said, shocking me. "What knot?" I asked, raising my voice. He moved his hand to cover his face, then spoke. "The knot to get you pregnant," he answered, as I widened my eyes in disbelief. He was kidding me, right? There was no way he had done that to me. Yes, I had heard stories about them, but that was a rare occurrence. The males did that whenever they wanted to get their females pregnant, but it was practiced less because even without knotting, one easily got pregnant.

The doctor slowly explained, "Mr. Stewart, your penis is indeed not damaged and can function normally. However, the issue is that we can't undo the sealing of the acupuncture points, meaning the knife can't be removed." "If we can't remove the knife, your penis and your hands will remain attached to the knife. Over time, this will lead to necrosis and your penis and hands would gradually decay. The person who did this intended to torture you in this way; it is truly cruel!" Just as Xavier was about to say something, the doctor pointed to Xavier's hand and said, "Look, your hand is already turning purple. Next, it will turn black, and eventually, it will start to rot. If we don't act, it won'

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!"