The transformation would start eventually—when her body recognized at every level that she'd chosen to stay. Days from now. Maybe weeks
But I wouldn't stop. Couldn't stop. The only way she'd survive transformation was if I bred her through it constantly.
Three to four weeks of daily breeding. Multiple times per day. Knotting her constantly until the bond settled permanently.
Then she'd be mine forever. Transformed. Bonded. Unable to return to Earth even if she wanted to. Chemically dependent on my cock for the rest of her life.
Perfect.
HALLIE
Day five. I woke up in pain.
Not the arousal. That was still there, constant and crushing and inescapable. But this was something different. Actual pain. My muscles were cramping, seizing up. Something in my chemistry had gone wrong. Breaking down.
Sitting up made my abdomen clench so hard I gasped. Stretching just made my legs lock up. Even breathing hurt.
This was withdrawal.
My body needed something it wasn't getting. Needed it so badly that without it, I was actively shutting down.
I knew exactly who could give it to me.
I lasted maybe an hour trying to pretend I still had choices.
Then I gave up and went looking for him.
Finding him took less time than I'd expected. Maybe I'd gotten better at following his scent. Either way, I ended up at a cave I hadn't explored yet. Water ran down the walls in continuous sheets, rust-orange and turquoise mineral deposits creating patterns that caught what little light filtered in. The sound was soothing. The air felt warm and humid against my skin. And in the back of the cave: a smooth depression in the stone, just big enough for two people.
He was sitting at the edge of it. Waiting.
"Took you seven days," he said. Not gloating. Just observing facts. "I thought it would be six."
"Please." I croaked. Broken. "I need?—"
He stood and my eyes tracked the movement automatically. Both cocks were hard. The breeding cock looked massive and dark, the pleasure cock moving independently. Ready for me. "Come here."
I should have been afraid. Should have run. But my body was screaming and he was the only thing that would make it stop.
I walked to the depression, my muscles trembling until I could barely stand.
He took my hand. Gentle, careful. Pulled me into the warm water. It ran over both of us, washing away seven days of grime and sweat and desperation. The temperature was perfect. The minerals made the water cling to my skin.
"I won't breed you today," he said. His hands rested on my waist now. "But I'll give you relief."
"Why not—" I couldn't finish. Couldn't articulate the question through the need.
"Because you haven't asked properly." His hands lifted me easily. Positioned me against the smooth stone. Spread my legs. "When you're ready, when you can ask me clearly and coherently, I'll give you everything. But today: only this."
Then he knelt in the water and put his mouth on me.
The first touch made me scream.
I'd been hypersensitive for days but this went beyond anything I'd felt before. His tongue was long, flexible, forked at the tip. It explored every fold of me, finding nerves I didn't know existed, circling my clit slowly while one prong of the fork traced lower.
"Too much—" I gasped.
"You can take it."
