"I know."
I bit down.
My teeth sank deep through skin, through muscle, finding the specific depth required for the venom to reach her bloodstream properly. She gasped but didn't scream. Didn't pull away. Just held still while I released the venom.
Not the painful kind. The bonding kind.
It entered her system immediately. I felt it: the moment the chemical connection started forming. My venom mixing with her blood, spreading through her body, reaching her brain and her heart, rewiring her chemistry to match mine.
The bond snapped into place.
Sudden. Overwhelming. Two-way.
Her heartbeat became mine. I could feel it: the rhythm of her pulse, the oxygen moving through her blood, the pain from the bite radiating down her arm. And underneath: satisfaction. Trust. Her emotions hitting me in waves.
And she could feel me too. I knew because she gasped, not from pain but from the flood of sensation. My need for her. Mysatisfaction at the successful bite. My fierce protectiveness. My certainty that she was mine and I was hers.
"It worked," she whispered.
"Of course it worked." I pulled my teeth free carefully. Blood welled from the punctures but not much. The venom would accelerate healing. By tomorrow it would be scarred. Permanent. "You're compatible. Perfect for me."
I licked the wound clean. My saliva contained coagulants that would stop the bleeding faster. She shivered at the sensation.
"I can feel you," she said. "Inside my head. Not thoughts. But... presence. Like you're part of me now."
"I am." I wrapped my arms around her, one hand over her heart. "And you're part of me. The bond is permanent. Unbreakable. Bonded, transformed. Dependent on daily breeding. Permanently altered. You'd never survive the gravity well of your home planet."
"I don't want to leave."
Good. Because I wouldn't let her go anyway.
The bond hummed between us. Alive, electric, demanding.
I could feel her arousal building through the connection. Feel her body responding to mine. The bond had created a feedback loop: my need fed hers, her need fed mine, spiraling higher.
"I need you again," she said. Voice already breathless.
"I know." I sensed her need mirroring mine perfectly. "The bonding creates dependency. You'll crave this. Always."
"Show me."
I shifted her in my lap, turned her to face me, her legs wrapping around my waist. My breeding cock was already hard again. Had been hard since I'd tasted her blood. The bond had triggered something primal in me.
"This time is different," I said. Positioning her over my cock, not pushing in yet. "This is celebration. Claiming what's mine. Showing you what bonded life means."
I pulled her down onto me.
The stretch made her cry out. Still sensitive from earlier, still full of my seed. But her body accepted me. Opened for me. The bond ensured she was always ready.
"Feel that?" I thrust up slowly. "That's the bond. Making sure you can always take me. Always want me. Always need me."
She was shaking already. The bond amplified everything: every sensation, every emotion, every spike of pleasure feeding back and forth between us.
I bred her slowly. Taking my time. Letting the bond work. Letting her feel not just the physical pleasure but the emotional weight of what we'd just done.
Mine. Forever. No going back.
The bond carried the thought to her and she clenched around me in response.
