“I have to tell you something—warn you about something,” Valen says, his voice a low rumble from behind me. I feel his presence, large and warm, kneeling close.
“What?” I ask, turning my head to look at him over my shoulder.
His expression is serious.
“My Drake…all Drakes really—they have a knot at the base of their shafts,” he explains gently, as if teaching me a vital lesson. “Which means when I fuck you with his cock, it’s going to swell inside your soft little pussy to tie us together. To lock me inside you. We might be like that for a while…you won’t be able to get away, even if you want to.”
“Really?” I ask, wide-eyed.
The concept is alien—terrifying… and yet, inexplicably arousing at the same time. To be physically bound to him, to his beast…to be unable to get away….Why does that make my pussy quiver with longing?
“For how long?” I ask.
He shrugs.
“For as long as it takes, baby. Until the knot goes down. Could be hours, maybe.”
Hours. Tied together…filled…possessed. I hesitate, the reality of it sinking in. But this is the only way to form the Bond—to tie us together forever. Magic requires sacrifice, and this… this feels like the ultimate offering.
My body—my freedom—given willingly to him and the creature that is part of him.
I take a deep breath, the scent of leaves and flowers filling my lungs.
“It’s all right,” I say, and my voice is steadier than I feel. Spreading my thighs even wider, I tilt my hips up, offering him my pussy, my dripping entrance on blatant display. “I don’t mind, Valen. You and your Drake can knot me if you need to. I… I want you to. I want everything.”
A low, approving growl vibrates from his broad chest.
“My brave, perfect little Princess,” he says.
Then he gets behind me and I feel the broad, blunt head of his human cock nudge against my soaked entrance. He pushes himself into me slowly, and I moan as I feel him stretching my inner walls again—a familiar, welcome fullness. But even as he sinks in, my mind is racing, realizing how much more I’ll have to stretch to take his Drake’s cock when he Shifts. The comparison makes me bite my lip with a mix of dread and dizzying anticipation.
Once he’s all the way inside, Valen stops for a moment, letting me adjust. He leans over me, his chest pressing against my back, and strokes a hand down my side.
“All right, baby—I’m ready to Shift. Can you be a good girl and open for my Drake’s cock? You have to relax for me—let your body accept him.”
“I…I think so,” I moan, pushing back against him, wanting to feel him even deeper. “I’ll try.”
“Good girl. All right—here we go.”
His voice is tight and tense with effort, and I know he’s trying to go slow, trying not to overwhelm me. He kisses my shoulder blade—a soft, fleeting touch.
Then I feel it.
The change starts where we’re joined. His cock—already thick inside me—begins to grow. It’s not just getting harder—it’s expanding…lengthening…the texture shifting subtly.
I gasp, my fingers digging into the soft flower petals beneath me. I can feel every incremental increase in girth…every ridge forming along the shaft. The pronounced, flared plum-shape of the head becoming more defined as it presses impossibly deeper into my womb. My inner walls burn with the stretch—it hurts but it feels good it—a searing, delicious pain that makes my breath catch in my throat.
My belly distends, just as it did in the vision. I look down and see it—a visible, rounded bulge low in my abdomen. The Drake’s cock is so huge it’s reshaping me from the inside.
A gasping cry is torn from my throat. It’s too, too much…and yet, I still want it—I want him—Valen’s Drake. I’m practically split open on him—impaled on a pillar of heated, draconic flesh.
At last the transformation is complete, and the movement stills. I’m panting, trembling—every muscle clenched around the massive invader. I’ve never felt so full before in my life. It’s a consuming, overwhelming possession.
But still, I don’t feel the knot.
“That’s my Drake—his cock is buried in your pretty little cunt now, Princess,” Valen growls behind me, his voice layered with a deeper, more bestial resonance. He sounds like both man and beast, and the duality makes my skin prickle with heat and need.
“But I don’t…I don’t feel his knot. I thought you said it would swell inside me,” I protest breathlessly, my voice shaking.
