Brace yourself as Tasha mounts you from behind, knowing her knot will lock inside

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 11:41 AM on Monday, April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7).

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I barely have time to draw breath before Tasha's clawed hands replace Kara's on my hips. The dog girl's grip is different—more frantic, less controlled. I can hear her panting heavily behind me, that wet sound of her tongue hanging out as she positions herself.

"Finally," Tasha groans, and I feel her cock—hot and slick with precum—dragging through the mess of Kara's cum still pouring from my gaping entrance. "Been waiting so fucking long for this."

Unlike Kara's calculated brutality, Tasha doesn't tease or position carefully. She simply thrusts forward with desperate canine instinct, and her cock plunges into my already-destroyed pussy in one savage motion. The stretch is different this time—less tearing pain because I'm already ruined and flooded with cum, but the drug ARIA gave me makes every nerve scream with hypersensitive awareness.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Tasha whines, her hips pistoning immediately into a frantic rhythm. "So wet—so fucking wet and tight—all that cum inside—"

She's right. The obscene squelching sounds of her cock churning through Kara's massive load fills the air. I can feel it—the way Tasha's shaft is pushing the demon cum deeper, forcing it to overflow around her and gush down my thighs in thick rivulets.

Mira kneels closer, her face inches from mine. "Lily, talk to her," she urges softly. "Like you did with Kara. It'll help her finish faster."

I force the words through gasping breaths. "Breed me—knot my pussy—fill me with your cum—"

"Yes!" Tasha howls, her claws digging in as her pace becomes impossibly frantic. I can feel something thick pressing against my entrance with each thrust—her knot, swelling rapidly at the base of her shaft. "Gonna knot you—gonna lock inside and pump you full—"

Selene moves closer too, still stroking her pale cock. "She's about to do it," the angel futa breathes. "Once that knot goes in, she's stuck there for at least ten minutes."

"Use me like your bitch," I whimper, following ARIA's protocol even as terror floods through me at the thought of being locked together. "Knot my tight pussy—make me take it all—"

Tasha snarls and slams forward with all her strength. The knot—thick and unyielding—presses against my abused entrance, stretching me impossibly wider. For one agonizing moment it catches, too big to fit, and Tasha whines in desperate frustration.

Then with a wet, obscene pop, it forces its way inside.

The sensation is overwhelming. I'm stretched beyond anything I thought possible, the knot locking behind my entrance and sealing us together. Tasha's cock throbs violently inside me, and I can feel every pulse as she starts to cum—hot spurts flooding directly into my womb where Kara's load already sits.

"Fuck yes," Tasha pants, grinding against me as rope after rope of her seed pumps deep. "Knotted—all locked up—taking every drop—"

The cum has nowhere to go with her knot sealing my entrance. I can actually feel my belly swelling more noticeably now, the pressure building as both futas' loads fill me beyond capacity.