But even as satisfaction fills me, something else stirs in the depths of my ancient mind. A whisper of unease I refuse to acknowledge fully. She survived the initial transformation, yes—but so had three of the others, at least for a few weeks. The power flowing through her veins is unlike anything I've channeled before, and with eight hundred years of experience, I know that unprecedented magic can be... unpredictable.
I push the thought away with the ruthless efficiency of a king who has made impossible choices for centuries. She is strong. She is mine. She will survive what the others could not, because she must.
But as I hold her glowing form against my chest, feeling her heartbeat steady and sure, some primitive part of my alpha nature counts each pulse with quiet desperation. Not regret—never regret. I would make the same choice again and again,would risk her a thousand times for the possibility of this perfect mate.
Still, the memory of seven graves in moonlight makes me hold her just a little tighter than necessary.
She stirs against me, her transformed body already seeking more of my touch, and I banish the dark thoughts completely. Whatever comes, we will face it together. My goddess. My perfect little breeder.
Mine.
CHAPTER 19
MAYA
When Thorian'sknot swells inside me, locking us together as his glowing seed floods my channel, the sensation is unlike anything I've ever experienced. I can feel every pulse of his release, can see through my translucent skin how his luminous essence flows into me like liquid starlight.
"Perfect," he breathes as we both shake from the intensity of our coupling, and I completely agree. This is exactly what my transformed body craves—being filled completely, claimed utterly, bred thoroughly.
"I can see your seed glowing inside me," I whisper in wonder, my hand moving to my belly. Through my goddess-enhanced skin, his essence shines like captured starlight, pooling in my womb in ways that make conception seem not just likely but inevitable.
"And there's more to come," Thorian promises, and suddenly I feel his prehensile cock beginning to move inside me again despite the knot locking us together.
"What are you doing?" I gasp as his length curves with intelligent purpose, pressing against spots that make me cry out with renewed pleasure.
"Making sure it takes," he explains, his voice rough with possessive need. "My cock can move even while we're knotted, can massage your cervix to help my seed find its way home."
I moan as he demonstrates, his prehensile anatomy stroking and pressing against the entrance to my womb with deliberate precision. Each pulse sends more of his glowing seed exactly where it needs to be, and through my pale skin I can watch the entire process happening.
"Oh god," I breathe, my back arching as much as our locked position allows. "I can feel you pushing it deeper, feel your seed being driven into my womb."
The visual confirmation through my translucent skin is incredible—with each deliberate pulse of his cock against my cervix, more golden essence flows through the barrier, pooling in my womb like liquid starlight. My body trembles with renewed pleasure as he continues the intimate massage.
"That's it," he encourages, his movements becoming more insistent. "Let your body open for my seed, sweetheart. Let me fill your womb completely."
I cry out as another wave of pleasure crashes through me, my inner walls fluttering around his knot as his prehensile cock works to ensure conception. "I can see it glowing brighter," I gasp. "See your seed filling me up."
Then something incredible happens—I feel my cervix yielding completely under his attention, opening to allow the last of his enhanced seed to flow directly into my womb. The sensation makes me scream with pleasure as the final barriers between us disappear.
"I can feel it," I whisper in wonder as the last pulses of his cock drive his seed home. "Feel your seed taking root, beginning to grow."
And I can. Through my goddess transformation, I can sense the exact moment conception occurs—the magical fusion ofhis divine seed with my enhanced biology, creating something entirely new.
"How long will we be locked together?" I ask, though I'm already hoping the answer is hours. I never want this connection to end, never want to stop feeling so completely possessed.
"As long as it takes," Thorian murmurs against my throat, his voice thick with satisfaction. "My knot won't release until my body is certain you're pregnant."
The word sends a thrill through my goddess-enhanced nervous system. Pregnant. Carrying his child. The biological imperative that's been driving my heat suddenly makes perfect sense—this is what my omega nature has been demanding all along.
"Good," I whisper, surprising myself with how much I mean it. "I want to stay connected to you forever."
His responding growl vibrates through his chest into mine, and I feel his knot pulse inside me, as if responding to my words. But then he shifts slightly, his hands framing my face with an intensity I haven't seen before.
"There's something I need to tell you," he says, his voice carrying new weight. "Something you deserve to know now that you've become what you were meant to be."
"What?" I ask, though part of me is distracted by how his cock continues to pulse inside me, sending aftershocks of pleasure through my enhanced body.
"I'm not just a professor, Maya," he admits, his golden-green eyes blazing with truth. "I'm Thorian, King of the Vine Court. And you... you're not just my goddess now. You're my queen."
