I obeyed, sinking down onto the plush surface, painfully aware of how exposed I was to our audience. Magnur spread my knees apart, opening me to his view and, by extension, the view of everyone watching.
"Look how wet and needy your pussy is just from sucking my cock," he commented. One finger traced through my slickness, collecting evidence of my arousal before bringing it to his lips to taste. "You love being watched, don't you? Love knowing they can all see what belongs to me."
My face burned, but I couldn't deny it. "Yes," I admitted, my voice hoarse from his earlier use. "I love it."
Magnur leaned down, his lips brushing my ear as he spoke. "You are the most gorgeous creature I've ever seen," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. "You'll look even better on my cock."
He straightened up, his hands moving to release the tie binding my wrists. The silk slid away, and I brought my armsforward, flexing my fingers to restore circulation. Before I could say anything, he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me onto his lap so that I straddled him, my back to his chest, both of us facing the viewing window.
"I want them to see your face when you come," he explained, his hands gripping my thighs and spreading them wider.
My heart hammered against my ribs, a mix of embarrassment and wild excitement coursing through me. One of his hands slid up to cup my breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers as the other dipped between my legs, collecting my wetness before positioning the head of his cock at my entrance. The dual stimulation made me moan, my head falling back against his shoulder.
"Ready?" he asked, his voice a rough growl in my ear.
"Yes," I gasped, beyond caring who heard or saw. "Please, Magnur."
He entered me with one powerful thrust, the stretch was intense, borderline painful, but exactly what I needed. I cried out, my back arching as he filled me completely, his size making me feel deliciously impaled.
"That's it," he praised, beginning to thrust into me. "Take all of me."
As his pace increased, I felt something change, a shift in the energy radiating from him. The hand on my breast grew slightly heavier, the fingers longer, the nails sharper against my sensitive skin. The cock inside me seemed to thicken, texture changing subtly as ridges formed along the shaft, stimulating new places with each thrust. I glanced down at the hand gripping my thigh and saw that his normally pale skin had darkened slightly, veins standing out more prominently, nails elongated into subtle points.
"Magnur," I gasped, both alarmed and aroused by this partial transformation.
"Don't be afraid," he growled, his voice deeper than before, vibrating through my back where it pressed against his chest. "This is what you do to me. What you make me become."
Far from frightening me, the physical manifestation of his desire only heightened my own. The thread between us burned white-hot, pulsing in time with his thrusts. I could feel pressure building low in my belly, a tightening coil of pleasure threatening to snap.
"I can't—" I choked out, overwhelmed by sensation. "It's too much—"
"You can," he insisted, his rhythm never faltering. "And you will. You'll come for me, for them, showing everyone who you belong to."
His words pushed me closer to the edge, my body trembling on the precipice of release. The hand that had been on my breast slid down to where we were joined, his fingers finding my clit. I screamed as the orgasm tore through me, my body convulsed, inner walls clamping down on him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. Dimly, I was aware of Magnur growling in approval.
"That's it," he praised, his voice barely recognizable through the haze of my pleasure. "Show them how good I make you feel."
"More," I begged, my voice ragged and desperate as I twisted in his lap. "Please, Magnur, I need—"
He understood without me having to finish, his hands gripping my waist and lifting me off his length. The sudden emptiness made me whimper, my body clenching around nothing. Before I could protest further, he was moving us, repositioning himself on his back in the center of the platform bed, his transformed cock standing proudly against his abdomen.
"Come here," he commanded. "Ride me. Show me how badly you want it."
I scrambled to obey, straddling him with trembling thighs. I braced my hands against his chest, feeling the ridges and valleys of old wounds beneath my palms as I positioned myself above him. His hands settled on my hips, guiding but not controlling, allowing me to take him at my own pace. The head of his cock pressed against my entrance, the alien-like ridges that had formed during his partial transformation promising new sensations.
"Take what you need," he encouraged, his eyes never leaving mine as I sank down onto him inch by excruciating inch.
The stretch was divine, my body still sensitive from my previous orgasm. When I had taken all of him, I paused, adjusting to the fullness, and the way he seemed to touch every part of me from the inside.
I began to move, lifting myself nearly off his length before sinking back down. The rhythm was unsteady at first, my thighs quivering with effort and lingering pleasure, but I soon found a pace that had us both groaning.
"Look at you," Magnur growled, his hands tightening on my hips as I rode him with increasing desperation. "Taking me so deep, so perfectly."
His words spurred me on, my movements becoming more frantic as pressure built once more. I leaned forward, changing the angle to grind against him with each thrust, chasing the friction I needed. His hands slid from my hips to cup my breasts, thumbs flicking over my nipples in time with my movements.
"You feel so good," I gasped, my head falling back as a particularly deep thrust hit something that made my vision blur. "So fucking good."
"You were made for this," he replied, his voice strained with the effort of letting me control our pace. "Made to take me, made to be mine. I'm going to fill you completely, breed you and mark you as mine forever."
