20. Mikhail #4
The knot swelled rapidly, turning from a thick shaft into a hard, rigid sphere the size of an orange.
Kirill’s hole shrieked with the sudden, extreme stretch. The internal muscles panicked, clamping down with an agonizing, crushing force that threatened to cut off Mikhail’s own circulation.
Mikhail leaned his full weight over Kirill’s back, pressing the omega flat against the pillows. He reached around, his fingers finding Kirill’s nipples, and pinched them with brutal force, his nails digging into the sensitive flesh.
Kirill let out a sharp, ragged gasp, his head snapping back. The sudden spike of pain did exactly what Mikhail intended—it forced the internal smooth muscle to relax for a fraction of a second.
With a heavy grunt, Mikhail used that window to shove his hips forward one last time, driving the fully formed knot deep past the internal sphincter. It caught with a distinct, wet thud. They were locked.
The internal walls immediately slammed shut behind the bulb, sealing them together in a hot, vacuum-tight vise.
Mikhail gripped Kirill’s hip bones, his knuckles white, holding them both perfectly still as the intense, throbbing heat of the knot pulsed inside the omega's womb.
The scent in the room was now deafening—a thick, sweet, heavy cloud of musk that tasted like copper and honey on the back of the throat.
Mikhail reached down, his hand sliding over Kirill’s stomach to find his cock. It had gone soft from the trauma of the stretch, hanging limp against his thigh. Mikhail began to stroke it with a slow, mechanical regularity, his thick fingers moving over the sticky skin.
Under the continuous pressure of the knot, Kirill's biology couldn't remain dormant. Within minutes, the soft length began to swell again, hardening until it was a rigid spike in Mikhail’s hand.
The internal walls began to flutter again, gripping the knot with a frantic, rhythmic suction that sent white-hot spikes of pleasure straight up Mikhail's spine.
Kirill began to come for the third time, a slow, continuous leak of semen that dripped onto the bedsheets.
His walls convulsed around the knot, a series of tight, rhythmic contractions that Mikhail silently timed in his head.
One thousand one. One thousand two. He kept the count going, his eyes fixed on the dark wall, feeling the slow, twenty-minute lifespan of his Alphas knot as it held them fused together in the dark.
Slowly, the intense pressure began to wane.
The sphere inside Kirill’s core began to lose its rigidity, softening back into a normal diameter.
Mikhail waited until the vacuum release clicked, then pulled out with a slow, careful drag.
The sound was a heavy, wet sigh as the accumulated fluids—slick, silicone, and seed—seeped out behind him, coating their thighs.
He reached down, caught Kirill by the hip, and pulled him flat onto the mattress, rolling him onto his side. Mikhail shifted behind him, spooning his massive frame against Kirill’s back, his chest pressed to the omega's damp shoulder blades.
He reached around, his fingers casually teasing Kirill’s nipples again, his thumb brushing the sensitive peaks.
Despite the exhaustion, the proximity of the Alpha’s scent was a continuous engine.
Mikhail felt Kirill’s cock twitch and harden against his own thigh once more.
The internal ring was still fluttering, still hungry, its small, wet mouth searching for the length behind it.
Mikhail felt himself responding to the suction. His own length hardened again, slicked by the residue on Kirill's thighs. He lined up and slid back inside with a smooth, heavy push, the internal walls instantly vacuuming him down to the root.
He began to thrust from behind—a slow, deep, devastatingly long stroke that utilized every millimeter of the lubrication.
Every time his hips hit Kirill's ass, he felt the omega's body shudder. He kept his hand on Kirill’s cock, tracking the rapid rise of his tension.
The balls drew up tight; the internal muscle fluttered like a caught bird, and then Kirill came again, a thick, hot spending that filled Mikhail's hand.
The contraction triggered the second knot.
Mikhail didn't hesitate. He drove his hips forward with a savage, final snap, his own release exploding deep inside the omega's core for the second time within the hour. The base of his cock swelled instantly, a hard, massive bulb locking them together in the lateral position.
The internal walls clamped down like stone. Mikhail didn't move. He wrapped his heavy arm completely around Kirill's chest, pinning him tight against his torso, burying his nose into the nape of Kirill's neck where the scent gland was practically bleeding vanilla and musk.
He listened to the frantic, rapid thudding of Kirill's heart against his own ribs—fast, terrified, and entirely sated. Mikhail closed his eyes, the taste of their sweat thick on his lips, and let the darkness take them both.