In the flickering candlelight of her hidden study, Elara circled Marcus like a predator, her gaze sharp. "That bulge in your pants is practically begging for attention. Hard already? How predictable—and delicious."
Marcus leaned back against the oak table, smirking. "If you're so eager, witch, why don't you do something about it instead of talking?"
"Oh, I intend to," she purred, stepping close and cupping his straining cock through the fabric. She squeezed firmly, feeling it throb. "But this won't be your ordinary fuck. Watch." Elara dropped to her knees with fluid grace, yanking down his pants and underwear in one motion. His cock sprang free, thick and already leaking. She wrapped her fingers around the head, sticky with precum, and stroked slowly. "Mmm, look at those veins swelling."
"What are you—" he started, but she cut him off with a wicked grin.
"This knot will get stuck inside a woman and hold her captive until you fill her with your seed," Elara recited, her voice laced with mischief. Her fingertips traced the base, and the flesh there began to swell into a firm, cleft knot. "This knot will hold her tightly, not letting go until you satisfy her completely."
Marcus groaned, his cock growing harder, longer, the new knot pulsing. "You're playing with fire, Elara. What makes you think I'll let you control this?"
She laughed, rising to press her body against his, her breath hot on his ear. "Control? Darling, I'm the one casting the spell—and I'm far from submissive. Now, on the table." She shoved him back playfully yet firmly, climbing atop him. Her pussy was already wet, dripping with anticipation as she positioned herself. Elara gripped his cock, guiding the head to her slick entrance. "Feel how horny I am? This is going to lock us together."
She sank down slowly, taking him inch by inch. The knot began to swell inside her tight pussy as she rode him, her ass grinding against his thighs. "Fuck, it's thickening—holding me in place," she gasped, panting as sweat beaded on her skin. Marcus thrust up hard, hands on her hips, but she set the pace, witty even mid-moan. "Don't you dare come yet. This knot won't release until you've filled me."
Their bodies moved faster, her walls clenching around the locked knot, both sweating and panting in the building frenzy. The explosive release loomed as she leaned down, biting his lip. "Give it to me—now."
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