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“Oh,” Meera rasped. “This feelsgood. I didn’t… I didn’t know it could be like this. I mean, I’ve seen videos, but I didn’tknow…”

“You’re safe with me,” I reiterated, as firmly as I could manage while power flowed to me, making me almost dizzy. We’d barely done anything, and yet I was feeding so much faster than I would have from the stores, and I suspected this was only a trickle of what was possible. “You are always safe with me.”

“I know.”

The words were soft but steady and I watched, enraptured, as she shifted her angle, finding the exact position she wanted. Meera ground her pussy harder against my aching cock for a few more seconds before tipping her head back, pressing her lips together to stifle her moan as she came. It was enchanting to witness. Meera was always so guarded in her expressions, so controlled in her movements.

But in this moment, she was entirely free from every constraint she’d ever put on herself. I wanted to experience it again. And again. I wanted the rest of my life to look like this.

Even with the barrier of her panties, a sudden gush of slick coated my cock, and I shamelessly spilled over my stomach, my knot swelling beneath Meera.

She gasped, lifting up slightly on her knees and looking down, though I doubted she could see anything in the darkness.

“Is that…?”

“That’s my knot, yes.” I hesitated for a moment. “You can touch if you want to. Not because I’m seeking pleasure or anything. Just if you’re… curious.”

While I’d offered to assure her that I was fine with her exploring my body, I hadn’tactuallyexpected Meera to reach between us and circle my knot tentatively with her fingertips. Fortunately, I didn’t startle in surprise and ruin the moment for both of us.

“Is the, um, wetness from me?”

I hummed in agreement, wanting to fuckingbathein it. I wanted Meera’s scent baked into my skin, so everyone knew who I belonged to.

Don’t get carried away, Verner. You have no idea if this means anything to her.

“I’m so sorry,” Meera said with an embarrassed laugh. “That’s… I’ve never done that before. I’m not usually so, um, soaked.”

I was going to come again if she kept talking about how wet her pussy was.

“You’re producing slick. I’ve heard that your body produces it in proximity to Shades, so you can accommodate the knot,” I rasped.

“I’m not sure any amount of slick could get my body to accommodate this. It’s so… firm,” she said, gently pressing against it like she was worried she’d hurt me.

“Put your hand on top of mine,” I suggested, shifting my grip to carefully cup my knot, keeping my claws out of the way. Meera followed my instruction, moving her hand with mine as I gave my knot a hard squeeze that had my hips lifting slightly. “You don’t need to be gentle with it. It’s designed to be… squeezed.”

I pulled my hand back and Meera immediately took its place, experimentally massaging my knot with her fingers. My vision whited out from pleasure for a brief moment.

“Harder?”

I made a strangled sound of agreement, and she tightened her grip, massaging my knot like this was something the two of us had done thousands of times before. Even without being able to make out my features, Meera seemed to notice every twitch of my muscles or tiny sound, anything that gave away what felt good.

“This would be a lot sexier if I could see,” Meera whispered, echoing my thoughts. “But I feel a lot more confident in the dark.”

“Anything you want,” I slurred, my hips rocking of their own accord as a tingle started at the base of my spine. “It feels incredible.Youare incredible.”

I really hoped there was no one around because I didn’t stand a chance of keeping quiet as I came harder than I ever had in my life, coating Meera’s hand in cum. How was this real life? How was this dream of a woman actually touching me?

She pulled her hand away, holding it close to her face to examine it before tentatively sticking out her tongue and licking my cum directly off her palm. My knot pulsated as another small orgasm rattled my bones. Gods. Where had she come from? Would she let me keep her?

“Do you feel, um, fed?” Meera asked, wiping her hand clean on her sweatshirt before resting it lightly on my inner thigh. It felt possessive, though I didn’t know if she intended it to be.

“I did feed, thank you. You saved my life.”

Meera’s blunt nails dug into my skin ever so slightly. “Do you feelfed? Tell me the truth, Verner.”

“You know I can’t lie to you,” I replied, pained.

“Tell me what you need, Verner,” Meera insisted. “We can go further.”

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