Knotty Deep Night

Lie

The room is dark, made darker because the curtains are drawn. I’ve been awake for what feels like hours, though I’m not sure what woke me. I’m probably just horny.

I feel like my libido has been put into overdrive since Laiken first kissed me. I’m never off when I used to go weeks without even thinking about sex. Now I just want to ride his big dick all the time.

Hell, I woke up with my hand between his fucking legs. Like I was reaching for him in my sleep. His anaconda is lying across my wrist right now, and I love the weight of it so damn much that I’m not even moving my hand, even though my shoulder aches from staying in this weird position.

Laiken is every man’s dream. He’s probably every woman’s dream, too. Who doesn’t dream about a silver fox with sexy chest hair, a dick the size of my forearm, and a wonderfully rumbly voice? He also has a beautiful smile, is kind, thoughtful, and incredibly intelligent.

He’s loyal with a big heart. A heart big enough to rival the size of his cock.

I smirk as I stare into the blackness of the room. There’s a ceiling overhead, right? I’m not staring into a wormhole or anything.

Sometimes I think I’m perpetually a thirteen-year-old with my obsession, fascination, and giggling humor when it comes to male genitalia. I keep waiting to grow out of it, but then there are days like today when I spent three hours down a rabbit hole reading about lingas in ancient civilizations.

In reality, it’s not just how sexy a dick is that has my attention. I love how they’re all different in shape, size, feel, girth—all of it. No two are the same, though I have been looking into twins and triplets and shit. You know, I need to satisfy that curiosity, too.

It’s not just that today’s society all over the world is overly sexual and sexualizing both the male and female bodies at every turn. All throughout history, in so many ancient cultures, dicks were important symbols, whether that be for fertility or something else.

One of the most fascinating things is that in the days of Ancient Greece, a ‘small prick’ was what was considered perfection. These days, the world has shifted into ‘the bigger, the better’ though on the outside they like to tout ‘size doesn’t matter.’

But this is all just contemporary cocks I’m talking about. Then we get into fantasy dicks, and wow. Mind fucking blown!

When Laiken came home and found me surfing a fantasy sex toy shop, not only did we plan a trip to the adult toy shop on Anapos but he also let me read something he wrote. He refuses to let me read ahead on King Arthur’s Camelot. I argued it should be an advantage to sleeping with the author.

He wasn’t buying that.

But Laiken did let me read an original short story he wrote called Breedable. I’m a voracious listener of audiobooks and love me some spice. As one can imagine, as someone readily admitting that he’s obsessed with all things cock, I’m hooked on smutty books that feature all kinds of sexy dicks.

Pierced, tattooed, monstrous, knots…

Which brings me back to Breedable. I’m well versed in omegaverse. Who isn’t with as popular as it seems to be these days? But this is a new, advanced culture that evolved from the omegaverse and it’s fucking fascinating.

I think one of the reasons I was so into it is because of the way the two primary characters were described. It felt as if I were reading about me and Laiken.

And fuck, it was sexy. With knotting. Breeding. Male pregnancy.

And there goes my heart. Racing. Yep, dick just got the memo that I’m remembering that Iri needed Luken to fuck him and fill him with loads of cum two or more times a day to keep their growing baby viable.

A chill races through me. Was Laiken imagining us when he wrote that? Were the characters a coincidence? What would it feel like to have the base of his dick balloon inside me, locking him in place?

It sounds like it should hurt, and yet, my blood burns hot at the thought. Imagine a fat balloon so big that it’s always pressed right up tight against your pleasure points. And when he’s rutting mindlessly like a wild animal, his cock locked tightly inside, all that’s doing is causing friction. Constant stimulation against all the feel-good spots deep inside.

My fingers on Laiken’s leg absently stroke his skin. I’m trying desperately not to roll into him and demand to be bred right now. It’s not like we live in that world.

Which is good. If I were Iri—a male breedable—I’d be hunted simply for existing. The story didn’t get into what that meant, but it sounded terrifying. It sounded a lot like trafficking.

But in this world, I can still be Iri. I can be bred.

Licking my lips, I pull my hand away from Laiken’s leg and roll my body into him. He wraps his arms around me, taking me into his chest and holding me close. All while asleep. His quiet but deep hum gives me shivers.

I trail my fingers up and down his back, trying to ignore the way my cock throbs against his stomach right now. Trying not to picture what it must have looked like when Luken bred Iri. All I see is Laiken breeding me. Was that what he was picturing when he wrote it, too?

A shiver travels down my spine. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my midnight hunger. Laiken works in the morning. I can’t keep him up all night, fucking.

My breath catches when Laiken’s hand grips my hair at the back of my head. It shouldn’t make another hot thrill of arousal pulse through me, but it fucking does.

“You horny again?” Laiken asks, his voice gruff with sleep. Slightly slurring.

I nod. “Breed me,” I whisper. I’m not sure if I whisper because the words have never left my mouth before or if I’m worried he’ll think I inserted myself into his story or…

It doesn’t matter. When Laiken growls in response, if I’d been wearing panties, they’d be soaked right now. Good fucking god, that is the sexiest goddamn sound to come out of a human—ever.

Laiken rolls us so I’m on my back, his bigger body covering mine almost entirely. I can’t see his face since the room is so dark, which means he can’t see how fucking red my cheeks are as he seemingly stares down at me.

“That what you want, love? Want to be bred?”

I’m truly channeling my inner Iri because I whine like a bitch in heat as I nod wildly. “Yes.” The word comes out breathlessly, nothing more than a desperate puff of air.

Somehow, I know he’s smiling. I can’t see it, but I can feel it.

Laiken rolls me onto my side, his body letting mine free from where he’d trapped me. His lips touch my ear as he moves me where he wants me, bringing my top knee up and exposing my ass to him. His fingers trace along the shape of my hip.

“You enjoyed my short story, did you?” he asks.

I shiver, nodding.

“Want to be my breedable, Lie? Is that what you want?”

Fuck, why do his words make me so damn hot? I nod frantically again.

He hums, and it’s deep. Growly. Rough. I can’t breathe with the way the sound moves through my body.

I’m so lust drunk on the sounds he’s making and the way he’s talking to me, I don’t realize he’s moved his hand away from my ass until it returns, wet with lube. His fingers immediately curl, digging against my prostate and making me gasp.

My mind keeps playing back to the opening scene with Iri in a constant state of orgasm. That’s not a real thing, though. That can’t actually happen.

Yet, my entire body feels like it’s hot with electricity. Burning brightly.

His dick feels extra fat as he begins sliding into me. His arm hooks under my knee, keeping my leg up and my body completely at his mercy as he pushes his cock inside. I gasp, my entire body jerking with every long, fat inch that enters me.

It’s so big. Too big.

Maybe I’m smaller in this position. I feel everything more intensely. Laiken feels bigger.

He rolls us again so I’m once more pinned under him, my body practically swallowed by his. In this position, his dick feels like a log. The world of his breedables feels like it’s falling down around me. Enveloping us. Making us part of it.

His first thrust is sharp, though still careful. Letting my body adjust to him. Still, I gasp. “This what you want, Lie? Want me to fuck you until you’re a trembling mess with my seed dripping out of you? Want to be my breedable, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Breed me.” I can’t say the rest of the words because they feel too absurd. Iri wants to conceive Luken’s child. That’s not the reality I live in, though. So the words coming out of my mouth feel foolish and stupid. Instead, I repeat, “Breed me, Laiken.”

His arms tighten around me until I feel like I’m in a straitjacket. I can’t move. I’m completely immobilized, which only heightens every move Laiken makes. His thrusts begin slow, even if deep and sharp. But it isn’t long before he’s fucking me, just like we’re deep inside that story.

I’m entirely at his mercy. I can’t do anything but feel what he does to me. My body overloads on pleasure. Constant, unrelenting pleasure that borders pain as he hits all the good spots incessantly. Never stopping. Never slowing.

Tears sting my eyes as I come for him, writhing on his cock. Still, Laiken doesn’t stop. In fact, I think he somehow goes harder. Faster. My cries are desperate for something, though I’m not sure what. I don’t want him to stop. It’s not that. I just need… I need my body to keep up.

And then he starts talking, and fuck my life, I think I’m going to turn into Jell-O in his hold.

“You take my dick like such a good little breedable, Lie,” he says, voice damn deep and filled with lust that I can get high on it. “I’m going to fill you until you’re bursting. Until you taste it. Want to come on my cock again, love?”

I nod, not knowing what I’m doing. What I’m saying. I can’t come again. I just did. But the more he talks, the more he encourages me, and with his unrelenting pounding deep in my ass, I’m entirely under his control.

Laiken plays my body like an instrument, and I come again when he wants me to. It feels prolonged as he comes with me, filling my ass with what feels like a monster load as he growls like a bear in my ear.

Then we’re still, nothing but loud panting filling the room. I’m covered in sweat. And my own jizz. Laiken’s seed is still trapped inside me with his dick corking it in.

“I don’t think your sex drive got the memo that you’re old,” I say.

His teeth sink into my shoulder, making me yelp and then laugh. We’re quiet for a few minutes as our hearts calm down. My breath shakes as I try to fill my lungs. Holy fuck, that was the hottest damn thing in my entire life. Wow.

“You like being bred, Lie?” Laiken asks.

Jesus, when he talks that way! I nod. “Yep. I know you can’t actually get me pregnant, but I think we should try until you break a hip. You never know. Evolution just needs to catch up.”

He snorts. “Gladly. Just wait until the toys I ordered arrive. Then we’ll see how you really like being bred.”

I shiver in anticipation.

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