"Yes," she gasped. "Yours. Forever."
I picked up the pace. Harder now. Deeper. The other hand on her throat, not squeezing, just feeling her pulse hammer against my palm.
"Going to breed you every day," I said. Voice rough. "Multiple times. Keep you full of my seed. Keep you satisfied. Keep you addicted to my cock."
The breeding talk made her clench tighter. Through the bond I felt her arousal spike. She liked this. Liked the possessive promises. Liked knowing she'd be bred constantly.
"Going to get you pregnant," I continued. Thrusting harder. "Fill you with clutch after clutch. Watch your belly swell. Breed you while you're carrying. Keep you pregnant as often as your body allows."
She came with a scream.
The orgasm ripped through the bond. I felt it as strongly as she did. Felt her pleasure spike through my nervous system. Felt the clenching of her inner muscles as if it was happening to me.
The feedback loop was overwhelming.
I thrust harder, chasing my own release. The knot was swelling already. My body knew. Knew she was bonded now. Knew I could knot her as many times as I wanted and she'd take it.
"Going to knot you," I warned. "Lock us together. Fill you until you can't hold any more."
"Yes—please?—"
The knot popped inside and we both cried out. The sensation was more intense than before. The bond amplified everything. I felt my own orgasm and hers simultaneously. Felt the pressure of seed filling her. Felt the satisfaction of being locked together.
Perfect.
I came for what felt like minutes. Wave after wave. The bond made it last longer, her pleasure feeding back into mine, creating a cycle that kept building.
When it finally subsided, we collapsed together. Still knotted. Still connected in every way possible.
"That's what bonded breeding is like," I said. "Every time. For the rest of our lives."
"Good." She sounded satisfied. Exhausted. Complete. "I don't ever want it to stop."
We stayed knotted for over an hour.
Longer than usual. The bond made my body reluctant to release her. Made me want to keep her filled, keep her locked on my cock, keep the physical connection as strong as the emotional one.
Upon separation, we were both half-asleep.
"Rest," I said. Pulling her against my chest. Wrapping my wings around us both. "You've earned it."
"What happens now?" she asked. Voice drowsy.
"Now we establish our life together. Daily breeding. Building our nest. Preparing for eggs." I stroked her back gently. "Anddefending our territory from anyone who thinks to challenge our claim."
"Kethar?"
"He won't give up easily. Desperate males rarely do." I tightened my hold on her. "But you're bonded now. Marked. Mine. He has no claim."
"Will he attack?"
"Probably." I was honest. "But we'll be ready."
She was quiet for a moment. Then: "I'm not afraid."
"I know." Through the bond I could feel her confidence. Her certainty. "You're strong. You'll fight beside me if needed."
"Yes."
