Page 59 of Connected

“Oh, shit…” he squeals in pain. “Hey, I said don’t move!”

“Why? What are you doing? Oh my God, Digby, what the hell is that?” She panics, trying to wriggle free. “All right, you need to let go of me! Did you hear me? I said get thefuckoff me—Digby, get off me,right now!”

“I can’t. Kat… I’m sorry but please, please don’t move because every time you do—hurts me so fuckin’ much.”

“What do you mean you can’t? Did you hear what I said… get off me! Digby, please… oh god, tell me what you’re doing?”

“That’s the thing—I’m not exactly in control. Baby, I’m sorry but… Oh hell, I can’t hold out, I gotta—”

“You’ve gotta what?”

Suddenly, in a sheer moment of horror, the realization of the situation hits her. “Oh, shit… No! Digby no! No wait don’t do that.”

“I’m sorry I can’t stop it,” he gasps. It’s too late and his cum explodes inside her. “Kat, please keep still—you’re fuckin’ killin’ my balls.”

The feeling of pressure doesn’t subside and Kat wiggles, desperately trying to free herself from him. Then, putting her hand between her legs, she can feel the large bulge at the base of his cock—most of which now fills her insides. “Oh my God, what the hell is that?”

“Yeah… I uh, I kinda think I know what that smell is now,” he swallows nervously. “I just recognize it from when… when Rosie was in heat. Kat, I think… I think we’ve knotted. But please, you just need to stay calm, all right?”

“You think we… wewhat?!Oh my… No! No wait… wait, no, you can’t do that! Oh, shit… my implant… Oh hell, I don’t have it. I forgot… I mean, I didn’t get around to getting it replaced. Oh shit! Ryan, get off me… Please get the fuck off me! We can’t do this. Please… oh goddamn it, just get off me!”

“I’m can’t. I’m so sorry—it’s too late. Kat, I can’t move, and I can’t pull out—the knot—it’s… it’s already inside. We’re gonna have to wait it out.”

“Wait it out? Wait it out for how long exactly?”

“Until it goes down—naturally.”

“And how the long will that take?”

“You know, I can’t really say, not for sure.”

“What do you mean, you don’t know? You must fuckin’ know—you’re the expert. Hell, you have loads of kids, you must know how long it takes.”

“Twenty-minutes—maybe. Sometimes it can be longer. Basically, it’s long enough to make sure you—you catch.”

“Oh my God… No! No, you don’t understand, pull it out, right now! Digby, I can’t get pregnant. Stop this.”

“I’m sorry. Baby, just try to relax.”

“No… no, you need to try. Ryan, for fuck’s sake, just try.” She wriggles forward, but it hurts too much, and she feels like she’s tearing inside.

For Digby, each movement she makes sends a jarring sharp pain shooting into his balls, He cries out, “Arrgh… Kat, please don’t do that. Just keep still and nice and calm—relax. The sooner you do, the sooner it’ll be over.”

“Relax? You want me to fuckin’ relax? How? Shit… I can’t believe this is happening to us. Please…just get off me!”

They both look up at the sound of the front door opening and they stare horrified as Zak strolls in.

“Oh hey… you’re back,” he smiles. “You know, I just thought I’d come check on yo—”

“GET THE FUCK OUT!!” Kat screams at the top of her voice. “Digby… Digby, tell him. Tell him to get the fuck out, right now!”

“Zak… go! Go on, go… Zak, I said get the hell out!”

“Hey, c’mon I was just… Oh, you’re fuckin’ again. Sorry,” he grins, “I didn’t realize. Yeah uh, well then, I guess… I guess I should go this time—that’s what you want, right?”

“Yes… yes, that’s what I said—Get the fuck out!” Kat cries.

“Hey… are you two okays? Kat, is there something wrong with you?”

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