Knorse
From: $112.51
ⓘ This toy is made-to-order and will ship in 2-4 weeks.
Knorse
From: $112.51
ⓘ This toy is made-to-order and will ship in 2-4 weeks.
Meet Knorse! One of our more intense insertables. A knotted equine cock! Knorse is all size... Big flare, huge knot, fat balls. All sorts of details for your pleasure. A thick flare leads into his ridges, medial ring and heavy bulb; it's a long journey down! A three part fade between warm peach and muted browns.
A slight golden shimmer highlighting his shapes. Seems like someone spent a little too long in the Wasteland... Being just a little changed, Knorse is looking positively irradiated! Surf's up with his Tide style; a glistening fade between different blue hues!
Knorse's Sizing Guide
Imperial Inches
Mi
S
M
L
XL
Total Length
7
8.7
10.7
13.9
16.9
Useable Length
6.3
7.9
9.6
12.4
14.8
Flare Circumference
4.5
5.7
6.9
9
11.4
Shaft Circumference
3.7
4.8
5.7
7.4
9.1
Knot Circumference
5.4
6.8
8.2
10.3
13.1
Neck Circumference
3.7
4.7
5.6
7.2
8.7
Metric (cm)
Mi
S
M
L
XL
Total Length
17.8
22.2
27.2
35.3
43
Useable Length
16
20
24.3
31.6
37.7
Flare Circumference
11.5
14.6
17.6
22.8
29
Shaft Circumference
9.4
12.2
14.5
18.8
23
Knot Circumference
13.6
17.2
20.9
26.2
33.2
Neck Circumference
9.3
11.9
14.2
18.2
22.2
Get to know Knorse
The heat in the forge is thick, radiating through your clothes and dense in the air you breathe. Haze causes a shimmer in the air over the glowing-hot pieces being forged as Knorse stands over his raised anvil, his muscles coiling with each swing of his hammer and the subsequent, floor-juddering strike onto the metal you’re securing between tongs. He’s positively enormous—around fourteen feet tall, his powerful body looking as though someone had carved it from stone. He towers over you, more than twice your height. Knorse isn’t his real name, of course; it’s just a well-earned nickname that’s stuck. Dense, ruffled fur breaks through his scales in places, every part of him shimmering against the fire behind him.
Even after working alongside him for weeks, it’s hard not to stare, particularly because Knorse isn’t wearing a single stitch of clothing. His giant body holds heat so well that the forge simply doesn’t allow for much modesty. Your eyes trace his heavy pectorals, down over the taut, scaled plane of his abs, and then lower. Just seeing the absolute scale of this creature’s body in motion is mesmerizing: deep dents hammered into metal parts so big that a smaller person couldn’t hope to hand-forge them, the dragon hybrid’s leathery nuts bouncing and colliding with his thighs each time he brings his tool down.
“Alright, re-fire,” Knorse says, striking a final blow. You nod, quickly dragging the billet onto its trolley before wheeling it over to the forge and sliding it inside to reheat.
“Onto the next piece... if you want,” he says from behind you. His hammer clangs onto the storage bench beside him, and there’s a softer shhff. You turn to see the huge being’s sheath and half-exposed flare dropped onto the still-warm anvil he’d just been working on, apparently unfazed by its temperature.
Your cheeks flush—obviously, between blows, he’d been catching your eye wandering! And yet even now, you keep your gaze there, watching as the broad, creased skin of his sheath parts. The huge flare it contains slides into the open, his dick spilling onto the anvil with a soft schlick.
Why even hesitate? you think to yourself, your pulse quickening. As you approach, the dragon-like creature’s cock continues easing its way out into the open. You see more exotic details than you’d imagined he’d possess: sharply shaped ridges lining the underside of that massive, lithe penis. His flare reaches the edge of the anvil facing you and flops off the steel, making its huge weight even more apparent. You move your hands up—just above your head, in fact—to cup the handsome, dulled-pink shape, giving it a heft upward.
It’s surprisingly hefty. Obviously, it’s a monster of a dick, but its weight hadn’t occurred to you until you were actually supporting it. More incredible is that it’s still extending into the open, several more ridges pushing free of their soft holster, interrupted by a medial ring. The claws of his feet dig into the ground, and he emits a deep, rumbling “Mmm...” in response to your touch, his eyes watching you intently from high above, his tail flicking behind him in interest.
You clasp your hands behind the flare and firmly pull, encouraging him out, sliding your palms up wherever looks most appetizing to the touch. Your fingers can barely meet around his girth! As you grope his medial ring, more inches of dick spill over the anvil’s edge and droop downward. Then, a first, hard flex makes the colossal cock well up, tautening, that hefty dangle straightening before your eyes. It’s so much to take in at once: the girth increasing with the new blood flow, the slick sound of more of it entering the open. Knorse tries to keep his hips still but still nudges a couple of his ridges over the far side of the anvil. He breathes out a “Fuck...” Obviously eager for you to keep it up.
And finally, the reason for his namesake. With so much hybrid horsedick already laid bare for you, you see a new bulge in his sheath. This spherical shape pushes the wrinkled pocket open, and the fat bulb squeezes into the air, sliding another half-foot of spire across the hot metal. The dragon’s knot lurches free once it has passed its widest point, causing another flex and throb, making his cock jump clean out of your hands before slapping back down.
Right, knotted horse... Somehow, it had taken a moment to put that together. He reaches up to support himself on the rafters and pushes in with his hips, slapping his knot down. The upper portion of his cock now hangs clean over your shoulder—all in all, his dick is probably the length of your leg! He uncaps some lube he’d apparently retrieved, the bottle looking absolutely minuscule in those big hands, and empties the entire thing along his length. Some splatters onto the steel beneath his dick, immediately causing it to bubble and boil. Whew, this boy’s got some heat resistance.
With the friction between him and your hands now gone, you can pump the massive beast far more easily. He flexes and moans as your grip slides along this absolute weapon, his balls tensing, rising, and falling—each the size of melons. He’s so big that you need to take steps backward in order to handle him all, smothering his flare with your grip, then striding forward again, grabbing and squeezing his medial ring, letting your grasp spread over the taut bulb at the base of his boner before clasping behind it for a firm tug. He hisses in delight, his abs clenching, his thighs tensing, and he thrusts through your hold on him gently. Dear god, imagine what it’d be like to get fucked by this thing. Even if you were his size, his dick would damn near come up your throat if he managed to hilt in you, by some miracle.
Such thoughts swirl in your head, but your colleague needs attention. All the heat, days with no release, and the frustration of hard work mean this goliath needs emptying—now. Clasping a paw over his mouth to muffle the giddy, sex-addled moans rising up his throat, his knees buckle as you jerk him off to the best of your ability. Schlick, schlick—it’s like maintaining some huge piece of machinery, gliding your grip up and down nearly four feet of him as he spreads his legs for stability. That slight wobbliness does make you think: What if this giant boy fell on you? You’d be crushed by his cock alone.
“P-pull my—Aahh...” Knorse manages to gesture shakily at his wide, flared head. You immediately run your hands up behind it and push, firmly further tautening the obscenely giant boner between your grasp and his groin. There’s a sudden CLANG as his knee reactively bucks and shunts the anvil around, a delighted rrRROWWLLlll escaping him into the room.
You can hear the cum squirt up his cock belly a split second before the frankly unconscionable volume of even the first shot comes quivering out of his cum slit—an inch wide—and annihilates a well-organised toolbench behind you. Tongs and hammers are displaced by the sheer inertia of that arch of ejaculate. It feels almost dutiful to continue grabbing and pulling that most sensitive part of him, helping fire the gigantic cannon you’ve apparently loaded. Further eruptions splatter up the wall in pearly white rivulets, elated hisses and ragged exclamations of “FUCK! Fuck...” continuing to babble from him. You turn your head whenever you can to catch a glimpse of the cummy carnage behind you. Stray strands and gushes of spunk drool down his flare and over your head and hands.
It continues like that for a minute, his dick starting to soften partway through his outburst, splattering more shots over the ground behind you. “Fuhh... Fuh. Thank you...” he says, wiping himself off with a rag. Then, realising that you’ve taken some crossfire, he cleans you up, too.
“I uh... I’d be down to do that again... if you are.”
You nod bashfully, grinning.
“For now, though... bring me that piece back, would you?”
Art by GayPyjamas
