"No going back," she confirms.
"And you know that after this, there will be no chance of you getting pregnant or having kids. Ever." This is the part that I thought might deter her. Children are something she wanted. Am I selfish enough to take that possibility from her?
She pauses in thought for just a brief moment before smiling, running her fingers gently along my jawline and cheekbone, tracing my features until she runs her hand over a velvety antler, bringing goosebumps to the surface across my arms and chest. "If I can't have your monstrous little demon babies, I don't want them anyway."
My heart aches with how much I love her, how much I wish I could pump her full of little fucking demon babies. But that's not in the cards for us. We'll have a family of our own making, even if it's not the traditional idea of a family she imagined. We have Bel, Cas, Mike, and Charlie. Hell, even Fritz, who is probably the only reason Bel made it through seeing Isla half-dead whenwe arrived at their home with a fucking medical team and a comatose patient.
"I don't know why you keep trying to talk me out of it," she chuckles, gazing up at my monstrous form. "I'm already in. You're stuck with me forever."
The thought of forever nearly brings tears to my eyes. I get forever with the strongest, most challenging, bravest person I've ever known.
More than once, she's asked for this. Both the bonding and for me to fuck her in my true form. But if she takes me like this, even after all the stretching her open and the orgasms, it's gonna fucking hurt, and I need to make sure she can recover from it. The bonding has to come first.Nothingmatters more than protecting her.
"Okay," I beam. "You ready?"
Her eyes glaze as she nods once, entranced by the black, pearlescent liquid nearly dripping from my wrist. She stays perfectly still, aside from her panting breaths, waiting for me to make the final step.
"Open your mouth," I quietly order.
Without pause, she spreads those kiss-swollen lips, her pink tongue darting out between them to give me a bigger target.
As a single drip falls from my hand and splashes against the corner of her mouth and cheek, she gasps, her tongue searching for it instantly and licking up the small amount, smearing it across her lip.
"More," she sighs, whether because the magic needs more or just because she's so fucking hungry for it, I have no clue. Already, I can feel something stirring in my chest. A warmth I've never felt, like a piece of the sun resides in the cavity, growing stronger every second.
I run a claw against the inside of my palm, creating a solid sluice of blood, squeezing my hand tightly to urge all that liquidout, letting it rain gently down over Isla's mouth, coating her lips and chin with the inky substance.
Her pupils blow comically wide, her chest rising and falling even faster as the bond takes hold inside both of us. Deep inside me, wherever my twisted soul resides, I can feel a tendril of hers wrapped tightly around it. I can feel every bit of the love cascading inside her as she looks at me, every ounce of hope and fear, every wall she's fighting against.
If there was ever a time to fear vulnerability, this is it.
With this connection blazing between us, there are no more secrets, nowhere else we could hide.
And I love it.
I don't want to spend another second with anything between us, no clothes, no boundaries. Everything I am and everything she is, somehow, we're one, just as we were meant to be.
My lips land on hers fiercely, the coppery tang of her blood mixing with the sickly sweetness of mine, twisting and contorting together on our tongues as they tangle together, my tongue filling and caressing every corner of her mouth with its excessive size.
Her panting moans drive me deeper into the madness we've created, my far too large mouth dominating hers while mybodydoes the same, pinning her to the counter while my clawed hands traverse every inch, smearing black blood across her tits, between them, all the way down her stomach.
Goosebumps break out across her skin in the wake of my claws. Her fingers dig little half-moons into my back, pulling me closer. Her skilled fingers work lower, digging into the half-ruined pants I was wearing, stripping them until my dick bobs free, landing and smearing precum against her inner thigh.
We both groan at the sensation of me finally being near her warmth again after so long.
Trepidation floods her veins, her panting breaths giving away her nerves.
"Baby," I pull away, staring down at the reddish gray smudge across her lower face, the mess of bodily fluids bathing her. "We don't have to do this."
Her brows furrow, and she pulls me closer by one of my antlers, sending sparks of pleasure all the way down to my dick. Planting sloppy kisses against my skin, across my jaw, licking and sucking more of our bloody bonding off me, reveling in it like it's fucking ambrosia.
"We're doing this," she pants, writhing and leaving scores from her nails down my back, making me shiver. My dick jumps, the giant appendage screaming at me to shut the fuck up and spear this gorgeous little spitfire on it. "We'll just have to go nice and slow."
A tendril of fear curls around my chest. Worry that I'll seriously harm her, that it won't be as fun as she thinks it's going to be. I know she's a little fucking masochist and craves the pain, but some pain is fun, and some is just torturous.
I can already see the little puncture marks I left across her beautiful skin before healing, the bonding of our souls protecting her from any damage. Part of me will miss the way her skin purpled and bled freely for me, but knowing I can tear into her and play with the scarlet pumping through her veins without ever harming her is a balm over every worry I could ever have.
No onewill ever be able to hurt her again.
