"Yes."
He starts to move.
Slow, deep thrusts that make my toes curl and my back arch and my pussy clench desperately around his cock. The ridges drag against my inner walls with every stroke. The knot swells, pressing insistently, demanding entry.
His wings tighten around us.
The golden light intensifies.
"I need to knot you," he says.
His voice is strained.
Desperate.
"Do it."
He thrusts hard.
The knot pops inside.
I scream.
Not in pain.
In absolute, overwhelming, soul-deep pleasure.
The knot swells, locking us together, stretching me impossibly wide. His cock pulses inside me, the ridges grinding against every sensitive nerve ending. His amber veins flare incandescent—not gold, not orange, but pure, blinding white light.
And then I feel it.
The bond.
Not the biological imperative.
Not the neurological restructuring.
Thesoul-seal.
Permanent.
Unbreakable.
Ours.
I come again.
Harder this time.
My entire body convulsing around his knot, my pussy clenching rhythmically, milking his cock as he roars his own release. His wings snap tight around us, his claws digging intothe mattress, his entire frame shaking with the force of his orgasm.
When it finally subsides, we're both trembling.
Locked together.
Bound.
He collapses onto his side, pulling me with him, his knot still buried deep inside me. His wings stay wrapped around us, creating a warm, golden sanctuary.
