If it will shut him up

You grab hold of the knot and put the tip in your mouth. Sure enough, he stops laughing. Fondling his sack and stroking the knot while sucking on his glorious cock quickly gets him rock hard again. “Just what the world needs, another gay druid.” He lays down on his back, “Ride me.” He commands, smiling.

“Ya, okay.” You guide him into position and sit down. You bounce up and down, the knot bumping into your hole every time, it’s just so big, you can’t even believe it was inside of you. Soon you are panting and moaning. His cock is leaking into you with every thrust, you are getting wetter and wetter. Then just as before, one bounce, it just pops in. It locks you in place and he rises up to kiss you and lick your face.

Another huge magical load fills your body. Your vision blurs. Your body is strong again in the vision. The witch cowers before you and you toss a potion vial on the floor. “There, I gave it back, Don’t kill me.” She pleads. You spare her life at the cost of her two sex dolls. They walk away with you and the four of you, Dexter there also, climb into an old mustang convertible and drive away down a dusty road.

You come to with Dexter gently tapping your cheeks, “Kora, you okay?” He asks.

“I think your knot lets me see the future or something.” He laughs.

“My cock is your oracle.” He says mockingly.

“Stop, I’m serious. It happened again.”

He stops laughing, “Eh, weirder things have happened. Now get up, we won’t make it to town before dark if we keep fucking all day. Here put these on.” He tosses you a pair of tight biker shorts and a pair of thong sandals.

“You had these the whole time?” You say as you pull them on.

“Ya, well, I didn’t like you before. Come on.” He takes off in a jog.

“Fuck he’s fast.” You say as you race after him.