[ It's the knot, the fact of anchoring himself in her and claiming her for his own and locking them together, which brings her over the edge. The pleasant start of the stretch adds stimulation, leaves her unable to draw anything but the shallowest of breaths as she grabs at the floor, trying to find something to hold onto as she starts to come apart.
It's a gradual thing this time. Not shaky and violent, but like slipping underwater, a warmth that rolls over her and drags her under until something shudders in the pit of her stomach and she whimpers and trembles as it pulses through her body, that climax, which only squeezes her tighter around his knot.
The fit makes her cry out. Not the orgasm itself, but the way that it makes his swelling knot feel larger, verging on the pleasant side of painful. She seethes with it, and a profane slew of grateful praise slips out — Thank you, Alpha, thank you thank youthankyou. Little of it coherent. ]
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It's a gradual thing this time. Not shaky and violent, but like slipping underwater, a warmth that rolls over her and drags her under until something shudders in the pit of her stomach and she whimpers and trembles as it pulses through her body, that climax, which only squeezes her tighter around his knot.
The fit makes her cry out. Not the orgasm itself, but the way that it makes his swelling knot feel larger, verging on the pleasant side of painful. She seethes with it, and a profane slew of grateful praise slips out — Thank you, Alpha, thank you thank youthankyou. Little of it coherent. ]