Page 17 of The Man with the Knot

“Are you shocking her with tales of your misadventures, Brax?” Trek’s smooth voice interrupts us.

I stare, my mind still roiling.

Theyallhave a bulge like Brax? I blink. I feel myself grow wet.

“I was just telling Morgan about our unusual anatomy,” Brax responds easily. But it’s clear he’s completely aroused, his hard cock pushing against his well-worn loincloth. “I’m not entirely sure she believes me though.”

A wicked look crosses over Trek’s face followed by an impish grin. “Then I guess we should indulge our guest’s curiosity. Come on guys,” he growls. “Show time.”

The other men look over, and in almost perfect choreography, all twelve men—including Brax—drop their loincloths. Each man boasts a huge cock but more surprising than their size are the knots at the base of each one’s dick. Holy cow, Brax was telling the truth because there are bulgesgalore.

I let my gaze linger, completely amazed that I’ve not only manifested one amazingly sexy man but an entire island of them. They vary in size, of course, ranging from just a few barely perceptible bumps along one man’s cock, to a massive orb at the base of one guy’s shaft. Then there are the ones with two or even three bulges. They’re deep pink or purple, throbbing with power and my mouth waters. What would it feel like to sit on those with my pussy? Or even my ass?

“Holy mother,” I mumble, unable to tear my eyes from the feast before me.

“Like what you see?” Brax drawls teasingly.

I merely shake my head, still staring. But then I turn to my lover. “Yes, absolutely. But can a woman actuallyfityou inside of her body?” I ask, my attention flitting between the still naked men and the scantily clad women serving them. “I mean, it must be hard.” My eyes wander toward his still naked manhood.

He looks thoughtful. “Yes, but I didn’t want to push you earlier, Morgan. I knew my cock might be too much, especially if you’ve never had a knot in you before. The whole experience can be a lot, to put it mildly.”

I shiver at the memory of his hardness inside of me, ready to take him here and now, even with all the eyes on us. “What do you mean, a lot?” I demand, my hand snaking its way lower to touch him.

He grabs me before I can stroke his firmness. “If I push my knot inside of you, then I would have to fill you up.”

“Yes of course,” I say impatiently. “I understand that.”

He nods, those blue eyes dark.

“But you would have to take it until I was finished.”

I bite my bottom lip and look up at Brax through my lashes.

“What does that mean?”

He growls.

“My knot isn’t static, honey. It enlarges after it’s in you. So it’s not just about getting the bulge in, but also accepting the increased size as it expands deep in your pussy.”

My eyes widen.

“You getbigger?” I whisper in awe.

“Yes, absolutely. All of us do. It’s how knots work. We’ll be locked in place, in fact, for a little while after sex.”

I stare again, a million thoughts swirling through my head. I don’t know what to think but at the same time, I do.

“I want to try,” I whisper.

Brax’s eyes deepen in color until they’re almost black. He takes my hand and strokes the palm softly.

“You will, Morgan. You will.”

A thrill runs through my curves because not only have I manifested a hot guy … but I’ve manifested a gorgeous man who will give me more pleasure than I ever anticipated.

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Brax

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