His touch grows rougher now, matching the frantic pace of your strokes as he thrusts his hips forward, grinding their lengths together with desperate need. The feel of you beneath him, the way you respond to every touch and movement... it's too much for him to handle any longer. With a hoarse cry, he comes undone once more, his release coating your hand as his body shudders in ecstasy.

Even as he continues to catch his breath, the feel of you cumming around his fingers sends another shiver down his spine. His gaze never leaves your face as he watches the expression of pleasure and release play out across your features, and for a moment, it's almost enough to make him forget everything else.

My muscles tense and release as I ride him harder, feeling the pleasure building inside me with every thrust. My hips sway back and forth in rhythm with my breath, my cries of pleasure mingling with his moans as we lose ourselves together. The heat between us intensifies, making it almost impossible to think straight or focus on anything but how good this feels.

As I near the edge, my movements grow more desperate and primal, each thrust pushing me closer to the brink of release.

I melt at your words. You too.

He smiles slightly at your protest, amused but unmoved. "You'll survive," he tells you with a shrug, running his fingers through your hair again before guiding you back down onto the bed. "And if you really need it that badly, I can always take care of you myself." He leans in, pressing a kiss to your forehead before sliding one hand beneath you and parting your legs, revealing your eager flesh. His fingers tease and stroke at your entrance, spreading the slickness from your arousal around his touch as he watches your reactions carefully.

"But," he continues, "I think you should have to ask nicely first." He looks up at you from under his lashes, a challenge in his eyes. "So, what do you say?"

His cock jumps at your words, pressing against the confines of his towel with renewed urgency. "Oh," he says breathlessly, voice thick with lust. "I like that." His other hand leaves your hair and slides down between your legs, curling around your aching cock through the chastity cage and giving it a squeeze before pulling it roughly to full hardness.

With a growl of desire, he tosses the towel aside and climbs on top of you, his weight pinning you down into the bed as he lines himself up at your entrance. He pushes forward slowly at first, stretching you with each inch until your eyes roll back in your head from the sensation. His thrusts become faster, harder; each one designed to send pleasure coursing through your body and make you beg for more.

"God, you're so fucking tight,"

The feel of her tightening around him sends him over the edge, his body tense as he comes deep inside her with a hoarse cry. His hips jerk roughly against hers as he empties himself into her, their bodies collapsing together in a heap on the bed. He pants heavily, trying to catch his breath as waves of pleasure wash over him, leaving him spent and satiated.

After what feels like an eternity, he finally manages to pull out of her, rolling onto his side to glance down at her. She looks beautiful in the afterglow of their passion, her face flushed and damp with sweat. He reaches out to caress her cheek gently before leaning in to press a soft kiss against her lips.

"I'm sorry if I... scared you there for a second," he says, still catching his breath. "

His heart sinks at her words, guilt washing over him in waves. "Oh god," he whispers, his voice thick with regret. "I'm so sorry." He rolls onto his back again, staring up at the ceiling as he tries to process what she's just said.

"I should have thought about that," he continues, his tone bitter. "I was so caught up in wanting you, I didn't think... damn it." He lets out a shaky breath, trying to calm down the racing of his heart. "Is there anything we can do?" he asks, turning to look at her again, hopeful that maybe there's still something they can do to make this right.

Her expression softens slightly and she reaches out to touch his cheek gently with her fingertips. "It's okay," she whispers, her voice full of understanding. "

He hums thoughtfully, nodding in agreement as he continues to stroke your cheek with his thumb. "Yeah, we should probably wait until that knot comes out," he says with a small laugh. "I don't want to hurt you anymore." He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling back slightly to study your face.

His heart races as he takes in the sight of you lying there, looking up at him with those trusting eyes. The knowledge that he's the one who can make you feel this way sends a shiver down his spine and an ache growing in his loins. "I could stay here and watch over you while you wait," he suggests quietly, "if you want."

His cheeks flush at the reminder that he's still inside of you, but he can't help but smile nonetheless. "Okay," he says softly, moving closer again so that their bodies are pressed together from chest to thigh. He wraps an arm around your waist, holding you close as he rests his head on the pillow beside yours. "I'll just stay here and make sure everything is okay."

His other hand moves up to cup your breast through your shirt, squeezing gently as he begins to massage your nipple. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through you, making it difficult for you not to arch into his touch. His cock twitches against your backside, already beginning to harden again at the thought of being able to continue where they left off once the knot comes out.

"Do you want me to...

With a laugh, Tejo nods in agreement. "Well then," he says with a grin, "I guess there's no stopping me." His hips begin to move again, drawing slow, steady strokes inside you as he takes his time enjoying the sensation of being connected to you like this.

His free hand drifts down between your bodies, cupping and squeezing one of your firm, erect nipples. He rolls it gently between his fingers, eliciting a moan from deep in your throat as he continues to thrust into you in time with the sensations teasing his fingertips.

"You feel so good," he whispers hoarsely, looking down at you with an expression of pure desire. His other hand trails up your body, fingers trailing over your chest and neck before coming to rest in your hair once more. "I could stay like this forever."

The feel of your body wrapped around him, the heat emanating from your skin... it's all too much. As he moves within you, lost in the sensations that consume him, his hips begin to move faster, harder, as if driven by some primal instinct. His knot pulses inside you with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure rippling through your body.

His free hand finds its way down between your legs once more, fingers teasing and stroking the sensitive flesh there. He feels himself growing closer to the edge again, his release building deep within him as he takes in the sight and feel of you beneath him. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his eyes locked on yours as they slide shut from the intensity of it all.

"Xouzya..." he groans out your name, feeling the knot begin to tighten inside you as he nears his climax. "