The double knot released slowly, reluctantly, as the sun climbed higher outside the narrow stone slits. Thorne’s knot softened first, then Cassian’s followed moments later. They eased out with deliberate care, one after the other, the thick bases dragging along my inner walls one final time before slipping free. A hot, heavy flood immediately followed. Thick ropes of c*m mixed with my slick poured out in a gush that soaked the furs beneath us and ran in warm rivulets down my thighs. My hole stayed gaping, rim swollen and red, fluttering helplessly as though still trying to clench around the fullness that was no longer there. My belly looked slightly distended, the skin taut from the sheer volume they had pumped deep inside me over hours of locking.
I collapsed forward onto Thorne’s chest,
