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I shivered and stared at it. “What is that? You all have one.”

Yoichi licked his lips and slipped his hand down to his cock. “What, little witch?”

I pointed at the band. “That.”

“Aww.” He gripped his cock and slipped his hand down to it. A dark groan left him, telling me that it must have felt so damn good. “This is my knot.”

“Your. . .knot?”

“Yes. It’s going to lock us together to make sure that we create pups.”

I reeled back in horror. “What the fuck did you just say?”

“You heard me.” He stroked his cock.

A bead of orange pre-cum gathered at the head of his cock, and I watched it spill onto my stomach.

As soon as it met my skin, sparks of lust hit me. “Oh shit.”

My mouth watered.

Still, I tried to get back on track. “O-kay. . .fuck. . .hold on. You have to explain what you mean by locked.”

“Locked, little witch. Stuck. My cock inside your pussy. Lodged. Jammed. Fastened.”

My mouth was opened so wide a whole plane could have flown out of it. “Okay. This is not happening. Because first of all, that’s not going to fit. Second of all, lodged? And pups? Okay hold up.”

He rubbed his cock down up and down. “You want me to stop?”

“No. Keep going.” I shivered and then blinked. “Wait. I mean. . .”

He chuckled and brought that big cock to my pussy’s entrance. “You keep trying to deny yourself what your heat is pushing you to.”

“Fuck.” I bit my bottom lip. “Listen, man. I just want to fuck. I don’t need us to be locked together and we really need to have a better discussion about what sort of offspring we’ll have.”

“God, my mate is so funny.” And then Yoichi drove that big cock into me with one hard thrust.

All the way.

I didn’t even know how it all fit.

I screamed and moaned as my back bowed off the bed.

“There you go, little witch.” He stretched me so wide that stars burst behind my eyes. “Take my cock like a good little mate. Let me fill this tight wet pussy.”

“Oh.”

He pulled back and slammed into me again.

And again.

The bed frame cracked against the wall. The pillows near us scattered to the floor.

“I’m so sorry, little witch.” He gripped my hips so hard I knew I'd wear his fingerprints tomorrow, and I didn't care. “But I can’t hold myself back anymore.”

And like a crazy woman, I moaned back, “Don’t.”

"Mine," he snarled with every stroke. "Mine. Mine."