Page 75 of Knotted by the Yakuza

My womb tightened with the weight of it.

I shivered. “Oh fuck. We really are going to have pups. Aren’t we?”

He groaned. “Lots of them.”

And that cum kept on filling my pussy.

Spreading through me.

Flooding every hidden place.

And then the strangest thing happened, this sweet plum flavor bloomed on my tongue.

Groaning, he lowered his forehead to mine and did his best to not put all of his weight on me. Meanwhile, his cock remained lodged in my pussy.

His breath shuddered against my lips. "Fuck. Eight hundred years and it was all worth it. You feel so goddamn good."

Another pulse of cum hit me, and I moaned.

The knot throbbed inside me, holding us tight, and a third, softer orgasm rippled through me.

“Oh, little witch.”

I trembled in pleasure.

Those gold-orange eyes locked on mine, glowing soft now. "You're so beautiful. So perfect. If I knew you were my mate, I would have waited eight hundred more for this."

My chest cracked open.

"I dreamed of your face, but could never imagine this beauty. I tried to figure out what your laugh would sound like and yet. . .this whole time, you've been the one making me laugh." He kissed my forehead and then my cheek. "And now you're here. Warm. Powerful. Breathtaking. Mine."

His heart pounded against my breasts. “I just want to go on a killing spree, murdering any man who ever got to touch you, see you—”

“Wow. That went left real quick. Let’s just get back to me being beautiful.”

He chuckled.

I let out a long sigh and closed my eyes, enjoying this odd fucking situation of him locked inside of my pussy and his arms gathered around my body. “This isn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”