8 ~ The Knotting Begins

I barely remembered the dungeon’s cold floor as Lucian carried me back to the chamber, my limbs limp, skin flushed like a fever had set it ablaze. 

Slick streamed down my legs in unrelenting flows, my belly twisting in sharp spasms that made me curl inward, whimpering for something—anything—to fill the void. 

My shaft pulsed with every heartbeat, the tip swollen and weeping precum, the faint hairs around its base soaked through. 

My hole clenched, aching for invasion, but fear whispered of pain too great to bear. 

Back in the cage, I sobbed into the mat, tired and exhausted but my body betrayed me.

Lucian...