Her legs wrap around my waist and her hips rise to meet mine. She rocks against me, taking me deeper, her pleasure building with every roll and stroke.
I feel it in my soul—the magic, the need, the fucking Bond threading tighter and tighter between us.
She’s mine. My Princess. My mate.
And I’m never letting her go.
“Coming soon, Princess,” I tell her, my voice low and gravelly. “Going to fill your pretty little pussy with my cum. Are you ready?”
Her eyes go wide…and then half-lidded with pleasure.
“Yes, Valen—do it. Fill me with your seed,” she begs.
I can’t fucking hold back any longer. Pressing as deep into her perfect pussy as I can, I bottom out inside her and let myself go.
My balls tighten and my shaft swells and then I’m pumping into her—giving her spurt after spurt of my cream—bathing her pussy with my seed. Maybe even getting her pregnant.
I like that idea—the thought of her belly swelling with my child makes me come even harder. I fill her until my seed drips out of her and coats her inner thighs and Irena moans and holds onto me, her sharp little fingernails scratching trails of heat down my bare back.
I fucking love it.
But when it’s done and we’re panting together with my cock still buried in her tight little cunt, I know we’re still not done.
Because now it’s my Drake’s turn.
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For a long, perfect moment, I just lay there, my head pillowed on Valen’s chest, listening to the steady, strong rhythm of his heartbeat. His arms are wrapped around me, one hand stroking slow, soothing circles on my bare back.
I feel good…so loved and cared for…the aftershocks of pleasure still humming through my veins like low-grade lightning. The scent of crushed flowers, sweat, and sex hangs heavy in the air, and it should feel sordid, but it doesn’t. It feels like ours.
But I know we aren’t done. The Bond isn’t complete. The magic inside the shimmering violet dome is still waiting—expectant—thrumming against my skin.
“We’re not done yet, are we?” I whisper.
“No, Princess—not quite.”
Slowly, he pulls out of me, and a fresh trickle of his seed wets my thighs. I feel suddenly empty…bereft. I look up at him, searching his eyes.
“It’s time for the second part, isn’t it?” I ask, my voice small.
He strokes my cheek, his thumb brushing over my lower lip.
“Yes, baby.” His gaze is intense, full of heat and a tenderness that makes my heart ache. “Can you be a good girl and take my Drake’s cock in your sweet little pussy?” he murmurs. “We’ll start out with just mine and then I’ll Shift inside you. I need you to trust me even more now.”
I bite my lip, a flutter of nervousness tightening my stomach. But beneath the nerves, the embers of desire are still glowing, fanned by the memory of his Drake’s tongue…by the hot things he just did to me.
My pussy aches, not with soreness, but with a deep, hollow need to be stretched again, to be filled even more completely. The vision from the Door of Uncertainty flashes behind my eyes—watching myself get taken by the Drake…the bulge in my belly…the feeling of impossible fullness.
A shiver runs through me—part fear, part desperate need.
“All right, Valen. I trust you,” I tell him, trying to keep the nervous quiver out of my voice.
I get to my hands and knees again in the center of the flower bed. This pose feels right to me—submissive…vulnerable…primal. It feels like I’m ready to be bred. I arch my back and open my legs, presenting myself. It’s the exact position I was in, in the vision. The recognition sends another pulse of heat through me.
I spread my thighs wide, and as I do, I feel a rush of warmth as more of Valen’s seed slides down the inside of my legs, making a sticky, glistening trail. I’m so slippery down there—surely it will ease the way when I have to take the Drake’s monstrous shaft inside me.
