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His words sent another wave of heat through me, my core clenching around him in response.

I could feel the tension building in his body, the way his breathing became more labored, more desperate.

Yet still no knot formed, and I realized with a mixture of wonder and anticipation that he was holding back somehow, controlling even this most primal aspect of his nature.

"Why aren't you knotting?" I gasped between thrusts, my voice barely coherent as pleasure continued to build.

"Because," he said, his voice rough with strain, "I want to take you in every way possible before I tie us together. I want you to remember this—all of this—when you're locked around me."

The promise in his words made me shudder with anticipation. This was Nicolaus's version of worship—methodical, thorough, devastating in its intensity. He was mapping every inch of my body, every response, storing it all away with the same precision he brought to everything else.

"How many more…” I couldn’t even finish my sentence as I cried out, my voice louder than it has been this whole time.

"Until you're completely spent," Nicolaus answered, his voice dark with promise. "Until you can't take any more." His pace intensified, driving deeper with each thrust. "I want to feel you come apart for me again before I knot you."

My arms trembled, struggling to hold my weight as waves of sensation crashed over me. The forest around us seemed to pulse with the rhythm of our joining, the morning air thick with the scent of pine and our mingled arousal.

"I don't think I can—" I started, but he cut me off with a particularly deep thrust that had me crying out, my legs giving out under me.

Nicolaus caught me effortlessly, one arm wrapping around my waist to support me as he continued his relentless pace. "I've got you," he murmured, his voice a rough caress against my ear. "Just feel. Don't think."

His words washed over me as he carefully lowered us both to the forest floor, rolling so that I was straddling him, our bodies still joined. This new position sent him impossibly deeper, drawing a broken moan from my lips.

"Ride me," he commanded softly, his hands steady on my hips. "Show me how much you want this."

Despite my exhaustion, I found myself moving above him, drawing strength from the hunger in his eyes as he watched me. His hands roamed my body with reverent precision, tracing patterns across my skin that left fire in their wake.

"You're magnificent," he breathed, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts as I moved above him. "So beautiful when you let go completely."

I could feel myself approaching another peak, my body trembling with the effort of maintaining the rhythm he'd set. Nicolaus seemed to sense my approaching climax, his thumb finding that sensitive bundle of nerves and circling with practiced precision.

"One more," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Give me one more, and then I'll knot you properly."

The combination of his touch and the deep friction of our joining pushed me over the edge once more. I threw my head back, crying out his name as pleasure crashed through me in waves that seemed to go on forever.

This time, I felt it—the beginning of his knot as it started to form. With a quick movement I was on my back, my legs held wide over open and on each shoulder.

I gasped at the sensation, my hands reaching blindly for something to anchor me as pleasure built to an almost unbearable intensity. My fingers found his forearms, gripping tightly as he continued his relentless pace.

I felt him move my legs off his shoulder, pushing them apart so they could be open as wide as they could as he thrust into me.

"Yes," I moaned, my body arching as he filled me completely in this new position. The stretch was exquisite, almost too much, yet somehow exactly what I needed. "Nicolaus, please..."

His eyes were molten as he looked down at me, his usually perfect composure completely shattered.

Sweat gleamed on his chest, his muscles tensing with each powerful thrust. The forest around us seemed to fade away until there was nothing but him—his scent, his touch, his voice murmuring praise against my skin.

I could feel his knot beginning to swell, catching slightly with each thrust, the pressure building to something that bordered on painful yet intensely pleasurable.

"Almost there," Nicolaus murmured, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Just a little more."

His movements slowed down, each thrust calculated to drive me higher while his knot continued to expand, not fully but close enough that it was being dragged in and out of me, catching against my entrance as I cried out, tears in my eyes.

“No! Please faster.” I cried out, desperate.

"Shh," Nicolaus murmured, his voice a mixture of command and tenderness as he stilled above me. "Trust me. The anticipation makes it better."

His hands found my face, thumbs brushing away the tears that had gathered at the corners of my eyes. The gentleness of the gesture was a stark contrast to the intensity of our joining, and it made my heart clench with emotion.

"I know what you need," he whispered, pressing soft kisses to my temples, my cheeks, my lips. "Let me take care of you."

When he began to move again, it was with deliberate slowness, each thrust designed to build the tension rather than release it. His knot dragged against my entrance with maddening precision, never quite locking but creating a friction that had me writhing beneath him.

"Nicolaus," I gasped, my hands clutching at his shoulders, his arms, anything to anchor myself against the tide of sensation threatening to overwhelm me. "Please, I need—"

"I know exactly what you need," he murmured, his voice a dark caress against my skin. "And I'll give it to you when you're ready."

His pace remained torturously slow, each deep thrust followed by an equally measured withdrawal that left me gasping. This was Nicolaus in his purest form—methodical, controlled even in his passion, bringing me to the edge with scientific precision.

"Look at me," he commanded softly, one hand tilting my chin until our eyes met.

The intensity in his gaze stole what little breath I had left, “You are doing so good.” He pushed into me hard, before withdrawing slowly again leaving me gasping for air at the feeling as sparks of pleasure shot through me with each catch of his still forming knot.

"I'm trying," I whispered, my voice breaking as another controlled thrust sent pleasure spiraling through me.

"I know," he murmured, his expression softening even as his body maintained that relentless control. "And you're perfect."

The praise washed over me like warm honey, making me arch into his next thrust with renewed eagerness. His knot continued to swell, catching more firmly with each measured movement. The sensation was indescribable—pleasure edged with just enough pain to heighten every sensation.

"Nicolaus," I begged, not entirely sure what I was asking for anymore as he withdrew again and slowly entered me again.

"Please," I begged, my voice breaking. "I can't take anymore."

Something shifted in his expression—a flicker of satisfaction, of triumph. "Yes, you can," he whispered, his thumb brushing across my lower lip. Without warning, his pace changed, thrusts becoming harder…. deeper, but still the slow agonizing pace.

His knot grew with each controlled thrust, the edges catching and tugging at my entrance in a way that made me cry out his name. The forest around us absorbed my sounds, the morning light dappling through leaves across our joined bodies.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice rough with restraint. "Let me hear you." My body trembled beneath him, overwhelmed by sensation but craving more.

With one final, powerful thrust, Nicolaus's knot locked fully inside me, the sensation so intense that I screamed his name into the forest air.

My body convulsed around him as another climax tore through me, more powerful than any before.

The feeling of being so utterly claimed, so completely his, sent a shockwave of pleasure through my entire body.

"Perfect," he breathed, his forehead resting against mine as we both struggled to catch our breath. "You're absolutely perfect."

I could only whimper in response, my body still trembling from the intensity of our joining.

His knot pulsed inside me, each throb sending aftershocks of pleasure radiating through my core.

The sensation was unlike anything I'd experienced—intimate beyond measure, binding us together in the most primal way possible.

"How do you feel?" he asked quietly, his hands gentle as they smoothed over my heated skin.

"Full," I whispered, my voice hoarse from crying out. "So full” I shifted a bit, crying out when I felt his knot shift in me, the feeling of pleasure starting again.

"Careful," Nicolaus murmured, his hands stilling my movement with gentle but firm pressure. "We're locked together now. Any movement will..."

His words trailed off as I shifted again, unable to help myself.

The sensation was overwhelming—every small adjustment sent waves of pleasure through both of us.

I watched his jaw clench, his carefully maintained control wavering as his body responded to the friction.

I did it again, my mind in a haze as I was just now following what felt good.

"Lilianna," Nicolaus groaned, his eyes closing briefly as he struggled for control. "If you keep doing that..."

I shifted deliberately this time, watching his face contort with pleasure as his knot pressed against sensitive places inside me. The power I held in this moment—to break his legendary control—was intoxicating.

"What happens if I keep doing that?" I whispered, my voice rough from crying out.

His eyes snapped open, dark and dangerous. "I won't be responsible for the consequences."

I smiled, feeling bold despite my exhaustion. "Maybe I don't want you to be responsible right now."

Something primal flashed across his features. In one fluid motion, he rolled us over, careful to maintain our connection but changing our positions so I straddled him. The movement caused his knot to shift inside me, drawing a broken moan from my lips.

"You want to be in control?" Nicolaus asked, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers through me. "Then show me."

Despite my exhaustion, I found myself moving above him, drawing on reserves of energy I didn't know I possessed. Each subtle shift sent waves of sensation through both of us, his knot creating an exquisite friction that had me gasping with each movement.

"That's it," he encouraged, his hands guiding my hips with careful precision. "Take what you need from me."

The forest around us seemed to pulse with our rhythm, morning light filtering through the canopy to paint patterns across our skin.

I could feel another climax building, impossible as it seemed after everything we'd shared.

My body trembled with the effort of maintaining the pace, but the hunger in his eyes drove me forward.

"I can't," I whispered, my strength finally beginning to fail.

"You can," Nicolaus said firmly, his hands tightening on my hips, taking over the movement when my strength faltered. "Let me help you."

He guided me with gentle pressure, lifting me slightly before bringing me back down in a rhythm that made stars explode behind my eyelids. The forest spun around me, sunlight dappling through leaves creating patterns that blurred as pleasure built once more.

"Nicolaus," I gasped, my voice barely a whisper now. "I don't think I can—"

"Just feel," he murmured, one hand sliding between us to where we were joined. His thumb found that sensitive bundle of nerves, circling with deliberate precision. "Don't think. Just feel me."

My head fell back as sensation overwhelmed me, my body responding to his touch despite my exhaustion.

His knot pulsed inside me, hitting places that made me cry out with renewed pleasure.

The forest canopy above us blurred as another climax approached, building with an intensity I didn't think possible after everything we'd already shared.

"That's it," Nicolaus encouraged, his voice rough with desire as he watched me come undone above him.

"Scream for me.." He pushed into me more, a deep growl leaving him.

The sound tore from my throat, raw and primal, echoing through the trees as pleasure crashed over me in waves.

My entire body convulsed around him, muscles clenching his knot in rhythmic pulses that drew a deep groan from Nicolaus.

His control finally shattered completely, his release pulsing hot inside me as his hands gripped my hips with bruising force.

"Lilianna," he gasped, my name a prayer on his lips as he found his own release. His eyes never left mine, even as ecstasy transformed his features into something almost vulnerable.

I collapsed against his chest, utterly spent, my body trembling with aftershocks. His arms came around me immediately, cradling me against him with surprising tenderness. We lay there, joined and breathless, as the morning light filtered through the trees above us.