"I intend to stuff you full." He thrust deeper and I pulled him as close as physically possible. Needed him closer even though it was impossible.
"Before I choose."
"Yes."
The pleasure built slowly, intensely, overwhelming. I was right on the edge when I felt it.
Something shifting in my back.
Not pain exactly. Not exactly pleasure either. Pressure. Movement. Something pushing through skin and muscle in ways that should have hurt but didn't.
"Drav—" I gasped. "Something's wrong?—"
"I feel it." His hand moved to my shoulder blade, pressing. "Don't fight it. Let it happen."
"Let what happen?"
Then I felt it clearly. Breaking through. The skin on my back splitting. Bone pushing through. But it didn't hurt.
It felt incredible.
The pressure released suddenly. Something unfurled from my back, and I looked over my shoulder and saw them.
Wings.
Small. Maybe six inches long. Copper-brown membranes stretched between delicate bones. They moved when I thought about moving them. Fluttered. Spread experimentally.
"You're transforming," Drav said, voice filled with awe and certainty. "Your body knew. Knew you'd already chosen. This only happens when the choice is made at a fundamental level."
The wings emerging sent sensation cascading through my entire body. The orgasm hit harder than anything I'd ever feltin my life. I came screaming, clenching around him, the wings fluttering with each pulse of pleasure.
He came with me, roaring. Knot swelling and locking us together. Seed flooding into me while the wings settled against my back.
We stayed locked for over an hour, both of us processing what had just happened.
I had wings. Small. Non-functional for flight yet. But undeniably there.
My body had made the choice before my conscious mind had caught up.
"I can't go back now," I said.
"No." He stroked the wings carefully, reverently. "The transformation started. If you go through the portal now, if you try to return to Earth, your body will reject the change violently. The wings will decay. You'll die within weeks."
"So my body decided for me."
"Your body knew what you wanted. What you needed." He pressed his face against my neck where the bond mark pulsed. "You're staying."
I should have been angry. Should have felt trapped. Forced.
But I wasn't. Didn't.
I felt relief wash through me like water.
The choice had been made. I couldn't go back even if I wanted to. The decision was final.
I was staying. Forever.
Day thirty arrived with dawn. Portal day.
