The Knot
~Damon~
She collapsed against me the second the front door slammed.
Not like she relaxed.
Like she broke.
Her body just… folded.
She was shaking.
My knot was still buried deep inside her..throbbing, swelling..locked so tight her p***y pulsed around it like it was still trying to adjust to the invasion.
“Holy s**t,” she whispered.
Barely audible.
“Holy f*****g shit..Damon..I can’t..I can’t believe that just..”
She lifted her head for a second.
Eyes wide.
Mouth trembling.
Then she dropped it back to my chest with a whimper like her bones gave up on trying to hold her up.
“Was she in here? Was she actually in here? Like she–she opened the door–she was so f*****g close–oh my god–oh my god..
She clutched at me suddenly.
Fingers digging into my chest.
Nails dragging over my skin like she was trying to anchor herself to something real.
“She was gonna see me–she was gonna see me like this–with your c**k still–f**k–Damon I still have your knot in me–what the f**k is wrong with me?!”
Her whole body shook around me again.
And my c**k twitched.
Not out of guilt.
Out of hunger.
Because hearing her panic while she was still impaled on my knot, while my c*m was leaking out of her, while her p***y was fluttering around me like it still wanted more–it was driving me insane.
I could feel it.
The tight squeeze.
The slick heat.
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The way her inner walls kept milking me like her body hadn’t figured out the moment was over.
“I shouldn’t have done this,” she gasped. “I can’t believe I–I let you–I let you f**k me while she was outside–l let you do this to me..”
She pulled back just enough to look up at me.
And f**k, her eyes were glassy.
Her lips were swollen.
Her cheeks streaked in sweat and tears.
There was a smear of my c*m on her jaw from when I’d grabbed her face.
“I can’t believe I liked it,” she whispered.
And there it was.
The truth.
She sobbed again, hands trembling against my chest, her voice breaking:
“Damon, I–I was scared but I couldn’t stop..I was moaning while she was in the room.,I could feel your c**k
throbbing inside me while she was calling your name–what the f**k is wrong with me-”
I grinned.
I couldn’t help it.
Because she said it like it was a question.
Like she was waiting for me to tell her what she was now.
And I would.
But not yet.
“Nothing’s wrong with you,” I murmured, stroking her hip. “You’re just honest now.”
She stared up at me, trembling.
Her mouth opened–like she wanted to argue.
But then my knot shifted inside her.
And she gasped.
Her p***y spasmed.
She slapped a hand over her mouth like she could silence the sound that ripped from her chest.
“I–f**k–why does it still feel so good?” she whimpered. “Why–why won’t my body stop-”
“Because I’m still inside you,” I said, curling my hand around the back of her neck. “Because your p***y knows who it belongs to now. Doesn’t it?”
She whimpered.
Didn’t answer.
So I ground my hips once.
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Her moan shattered against my chest.
And I whispered..
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“Say it,” my voice thick with sweat and possession, my c**k still knotted deep inside her dripping cunt, her body trembling in my lap like she couldn’t figure out whether to cry or beg or come again.
She looked up at me with wide, red–stained eyes, lips parted, chest heaving, her entire body slick with the
aftermath of everything I had done to her. Her breath hitched like her lungs forgot how to work, and her voice
cracked when she asked,
“Say what?”
I didn’t answer at first. I didn’t need to. I just stared at her–at the way her thighs were still wrapped around
my waist, at the way my c*m kept leaking from where we were still locked together, at the way her p***y kept
twitching every time she inhaled like it was still clinging to me even now, desperate and stretched, swollen
and used.
She was ruined. Mine. And not just in the way her cunt was still swollen around my knot, but in the way her mouth trembled when she looked at me. The way her entire body responded to the weight of my voice like I’d
carved myself into her bones.
I cupped the back of her neck and pressed my lips to her ear, low, so she couldn’t mistake what I was saying.
“The reason we’re in this closet isn’t because I was scared. f**k it. I wanted her to see me f*****g you. I
wanted her to open that door and see my c**k buried so deep inside her best friend that she’d never be able
to look at you again without knowing how you sounded when you screamed my name.”
She froze in my arms, her hands still weak against my chest, breath trembling.
“But I hid because of you,” I said, nipping her earlobe. “Because you value that friendship. Because you love her as your best friend”
“That’s the only reason. Not because I gave a f**k about what she might think. Not because I was ashamed.
But because you needed me to protect the last fragile piece of your life. So I did.”
Her lips opened. A shaky breath escaped her. Her voice sounded broken when she tried to answer, but
nothing came out. Just a whimper.
I pulled back and looked her straight in the eye, knot still pulsing inside her, still holding us together like a
seal.
My c*m was still dripping out, hot and thick, smeared between our bodies in glistening threads, and her cunt kept squeezing around me like it was still processing what I’d done to it.
“You’ve never been f****d in a closet before, have you?” I asked, smiling darkly as I dragged my thumb across her wet lower lip.
She shook her head slowly, shame/coloring her face as her eyes welled again. “You took my virginity, Damon, So no. No, I haven’t been f****d anywhere else.”
I groaned low, the sound vibrating in my throat as I rolled my hips just enough to press the knot against the most swollen part of her cunt, She gasped, her thighs twitching, the last bit of control in her slipping with another helpless moan.
“Then let me make this a memory you’ll never forget.”
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I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her..slow, deep, and filthy..while her p***y clenched around me like it. belonged to me, and we both knew we weren’t leaving that closet until I made her come one more time.
I kissed her slowly at first. Not soft. Not sweet. Just slow. Deep. Like I had all the time in the f*****g world to
consume her.
Her mouth was already open before mine met hers. She was breathing heavy. Lips swollen. Chin damp from
tears and drool. Her breath caught the second our mouths touched, but I didn’t pull back. I pressed in harder.
My tongue slid into her mouth and she whimpered, her hands instinctively grabbing at my shoulders again
like she didn’t know where else to hold. I swallowed the sound, groaned into her lips, and kissed her deeper.
I didn’t let her pull away. I kissed her like I was starving. Like she was the only thing that could feed me.
Our mouths slid together in wet, messy rhythm, tongues tangling as she moaned again, softer this time, the
panic fading into something more dangerous. Something wetter. Hungrier.
While my mouth kept devouring hers, my hand moved–slow–down her spine to the curve of her ass. I
grabbed it. Full palm.
Fingers digging into the soft flesh, claiming it. Her whole body twitched in my lap as I squeezed her cheek, grinding her harder down against my lap, pushing my knot deeper inside her swollen p***y.
She gasped into my mouth and I took advantage of it. I bit her lower lip. Not enough to break skin. Just enough to make her tremble.
My other hand slid up between us, palm dragging up her belly, knuckles brushing the slick trail of my c*m still running down her skin, until I reached her t**s.
Her n*****s were already hard. Aching. Her chest lifted into my palm like her body didn’t know how to resist
anymore.
I cupped one breast and rolled her n****e between my fingers as I kissed her deeper, rougher, hungrier. She moaned again–louder this time–into my mouth, her whole body shuddering in my hands.
I groaned, still kissing her, grinding my c**k into her with slow, deliberate pressure. Her p***y squeezed me again. Hot. Tight.
Clenching around my knot like it wanted to pull me deeper. I kissed her until she couldn’t think. Until her hands fisted my shoulders and her breath broke into sharp whines between kisses.
pulled back just enough to speak, my lips still brushing hers. “You feel how tight your little p***y’s hugging me right now?”
She blinked up at me, dazed, trembling. “I can’t stop. It keeps doing it on its own–f**k-”
now,
I smiled. I kissed her again..slower now, dragging my tongue along hers–and squeezed both of her t**s at once, forcing a moan out of her throat so deep she choked on it.
“Because your body knows who owns it now,” I said, biting her lip as I spoke. “You’re still knotted, still full of my c*m, and your cunt still wants more. You were made for this.”
She whimpered.
I didn’t stop.
I kissed her again–longer this time. Sloppler, I licked into her mouth like I was trying to taste the breath she
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hadn’t caught yet. My hands were everywhere–palming her ass, squeezing her t**s, dragging my nails down her spine until she arched against me.
Her moans vibrated into my throat.
And my c**k twitched again.
Still buried.
Still locked.
Still holding her like she was mine.
And f**k, she was.
She was still shaking when I finally let her mouth go.
I didn’t speak for a moment.
Just held her.
Let her breathe.
Let her process the fact that she was still tied to the man who had just f****d her harder than any memory she’d ever be able to erase.
Then I shifted.
My hips moved just a little.
And with a thick, wet pop, my knot finally slipped free of her swollen, dripping p***y.
She gasped.
I grabbed her chin gently and tilted her face back toward mine.
“You’re going out first,” I said. My voice was low. Firm. Steady in a way hers wasn’t yet. “Go to the bathroom. Clean yourself up. Change if you can. Whatever you do..don’t let her see your face like this.”
Lyra blinked.
Her bottom lip trembled.
I brushed my hand down her arm. “Go. You’re strong enough now.”
She didn’t argue.
She slowly pulled herself off my lap, wincing as the flood of c*m smeared further down her thighs. She grabbed a shirt hanging on a hook beside us..mine..and pulled it over herself, fingers fumbling.
And then she stepped out of the closet.
I watched her walk.
Watched her leave and I couldn’t help but mutter
“Damon you’re totally f****d”
