Knotting was what happened when our cocks felt like the person they were fucking was breedable. Or, once you were mated to that person, your dick would always inflate like a balloon during sex. Since demons didn’t have fated mates outside of our own race, that clearly wasn’t the case with Palmer. Seemed like my cock had gotten carried away and wanted to try and breed that little bunny. I sighed dreamily, just thinking of her wriggling around on my knot, unable to get away.
