No.
I stood. Ate a protein bar because I needed calories for what was coming. Drank water. Washed my face in the pool. The warm water didn't send arousal spikes through me anymore. Itjust felt nice. Normal. Like I was a person doing person things instead of a body screaming for relief.
The clarity felt strange. I'd been operating on pure desperation for so long that thinking clearly felt fundamentally wrong. But I knew it wouldn't last. The tonic was building again. In a few hours I'd be incoherent. In a day I'd be damaged beyond repair.
Do it now. While you can still say the words clearly. While you can still mean them.
I left the cave.
Finding him at The Observatory made sense somehow. I'd seen it on my maps but never climbed to it. Too high, too exposed, too risky. But my body led me there anyway. Following his scent. Following the pull I'd been fighting for six days.
The cave opening faced east. Three moons hung in the orange sky. Below us: the sand sea stretching to the horizon, rust-red and endless. Wind whistled through the opening, carrying his scent directly to me.
He perched on the rim. Wings half-spread to catch the wind. Perfectly still. Watching the sunrise.
He didn't turn when I approached. But I knew he'd heard me. Knew he'd been waiting.
"I'm ready," I said.
"For?" His voice stayed calm. Patient. Like he had all the time in the world.
"You know what for." I moved closer. Close enough to see the tension in his shoulders. Close enough to smell him properly: smoke and hot stone and male. "I'm asking properly. Claim me. Breed me. Make me yours."
He turned then. Slowly. Those gold eyes focusing on me with an intensity that made my breath catch. "You understand what that means? The transformation?—"
"I read Sarah Dupre's journal. I know it's going to hurt. I know I might die. I'm asking anyway."
"And you're sure?"
I took his hand. Placed it between my legs where I was wet through what remained of my bodysuit. "I'm sure."
The sound that came from his chest lacked any trace of humanity. It was pure predator: satisfied, possessive, mine.
His control shattered.
He was on me before I could blink. Lifting me, wings spreading for balance, carrying me deeper into the cave where I could see furs already laid out. He'd prepared this. Been waiting for this moment.
He set me down and his hands found the seals of my bodysuit. Didn't bother with careful removal. Just tore. The fabric gave way and suddenly I was naked, standing in front of him, completely exposed.
His cocks were hard. Both of them. The breeding cock was enormous: thick and dark, ridges running the length of it, the knot at the base already swelling. The pleasure cock was smaller, more flexible, moving independently like it was tasting the air. Both of them ready. Both of them for me.
"I'm going to prepare you first," he said. His voice was rough. Strained. "Need to make sure you can take me."
"I can?—"
"You can't. Not yet." He pushed me down onto the furs. "Your body thinks it's ready. But I'm going to be inside you for hours. Need to make sure you're stretched enough that I don't damage you."
Hours. The word sent heat straight through me.
He knelt between my legs and the pleasure cock moved to tease me.
The sensation was insane. It wasn't like a tongue or a finger. It was alive. Pulsing, warm, textured, moving in ways thatshouldn't be physically possible. It circled my clit, then split: one tip staying on top, the other sliding down to tease my entrance.
I came in under thirty seconds.
"Good," he said. Satisfaction washed over me. "That's one. You're going to come at least five more times before I put my breeding cock inside you."
His fingers pushed into me. Two at first. Testing. Then three. The stretch burned but it felt good. He curved them forward and found that spot inside me that made my vision blur.
