His touch as he maps my new shape is worshipful, adoring. I can see the hunger in his eyes as he takes in every change, and it makes me feel desired rather than just functional.
"I'm perfect for you now," I realize, the words coming out breathless with wonder.
"You were always perfect," he corrects, his hands still exploring my transformed body with obvious pleasure. "But now you're enhanced in every way that matters. Beautiful, fertile, designed to be eternally radiant no matter how many children you carry."
"How many do you want?" I ask, curious and aroused by the possessive way he touches my wider hips.
"Dozens," he says without hesitation, his voice thick with need as his hands worship my breeding-ready body. "I want to keep you pregnant for centuries, want to watch these perfect hips carry child after child, see these beautiful breasts heavy with milk for our babies."
The hunger in his voice, the obvious pleasure he takes in my fertile body, sends arousal flooding through me. He doesn't just accept my changes—he craves them, worships them, finds them irresistibly attractive.
"I want that too," I confess, arching into his reverent touches.
But then something incredible happens—his vines emerge to join our intimate connection, wrapping around my breasts and stroking my clit while his knot keeps us locked together. The combination creates layers of pleasure I never imagined possible.
"Oh!" I gasp as the vines pulse with the same golden magic flowing through his cock. "Everything is connected now."
"Every part of my anatomy working together to please my queen," he explains, his voice thick with satisfaction as he watches me respond to the enhanced stimulation.
The vines aren't just touching me—they're channeling his fertility magic, creating a complete circuit of power that flows from his cock through my body and back through the vines. I can feel the magic enhancing every sensation, making each pulse of pleasure more intense than the last.
"This is what it means to be claimed by a fertility god," he tells me as I writhe beneath the overwhelming sensations. "Complete possession, complete pleasure, complete connection."
I lose myself in the experience, my body learning new levels of ecstasy as his magic flows through every nerve ending. The combination of being knotted, filled with his glowing seed, and stimulated by his magical vines creates pleasure that transcends the physical.
"I never want this to end," I confess as another wave of bliss crashes through me.
"It doesn't have to," he promises, his eyes blazing with possession. "This is our eternity, my queen. Endless pleasure, endless breeding, endless connection."
The hours pass in a haze of intimacy and sensation, his knot keeping us perfectly bonded while his vines ensure I never stop experiencing pleasure.
Then, suddenly, something shifts deep inside me. A warmth that has nothing to do with his seed and everything to do with new life sparking to existence. I gasp as I feel it—the exact moment his divine essence fuses with my enhanced biology, creating something entirely new.
"Thorian," I breathe, my hand flying to my belly. "Something's happening. I can feel?—"
His eyes blaze with primal satisfaction, golden light flaring in his gaze. "My seed took," he growls with deep possessive hunger. "You're carrying my heir."
The sensation is indescribable—like fire blooming in my core as new life takes root. Through our magical connection, we both feel the moment our child claims its place in my womb, the divine spark that will grow into his legacy.
"Mine," I whisper, my voice fierce with omega protectiveness as I feel the life settling deep inside me. "Our baby is mine to carry."
"Bred," he snarls with primal satisfaction, his knot pulsing one final time. "My perfect little omega, bred full and carrying my child like you were made to."
It's only then, once conception is complete and his rut recognizes successful breeding, that his knot finally begins to soften. The biological imperative satisfied—his mate is pregnant with his heir.
The sensation of his knot slowly deflating inside me is both relief and loss. I can feel the thick base of his cock gradually shrinking, millimeter by millimeter, until the pressure that's held us locked together for hours finally eases.
"Stay still," he murmurs as he begins the careful withdrawal. "Let me ease out slowly."
Even softened, he's still massive, and I whimper as his ridged length slides from my oversensitive channel. Each ridge drags against my swollen flesh, sending sparks through my nervous system that make me gasp and shiver. When the head of his cock finally slips free, I cry out at the sudden emptiness.
"I can feel your seed staying inside me," I breathe in wonder as my body naturally closes to keep his essence sealed within my womb. "My body won't let any of it escape."
"Because you're bred now," he says with deep satisfaction, his hands moving to my belly. "Your goddess biology knows to hold every drop until our child is safely growing."
I can feel it too—the way my channel has tightened to trap his glowing seed inside me, ensuring not a single drop of his divineessence is wasted. Even separated, I feel full of him, claimed by him, marked as his in the most fundamental way possible.
"I feel so empty without you inside me," I confess, already missing the incredible fullness of being locked on his knot.
