[ childe smirks against his lips. ] No, but my knot is bound to hurt, since it's been a few days since I've gotten a chance to release. I really do hope you can take it all, [ and then with one sharp and pointed thrust he buries himself inside scaramouche up until his bulbous knot. ] because you no longer have a choice. [ he fits a hand in between them, tracing the riptide mark with his claw to etch it lightly into scara's skin. ] I want to see you writhing in an excess of pleasure.