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She was my mate.

And for hours, her heat had been preparing her. Shaping her. Her body had been changing from the inside out, her pussy softening and stretching and remaking itself, readying for every form I could take.

For the man.

For the woman.

For the kitsune.

For the beast.

And tonight, at the very peak of her heat, she was finally ready for all of me.

I could smell it on her. Taste it in the air. I pressed the glowing head of my cock against her entrance.

She sucked in a breath. “Oh, fuck. This is really about to happen.”

“Yes.” I wanted to slam into her. Ram her against the stone. Rip her open and fill her until she screamed my name to the mountains.

My whole body shook with it.

But I held.

No. She is ours. We protect what is ours.

I pushed in.

One inch.

She screamed.

Then moaned.

Then pushed back, taking another inch with a sob that sounded nothing like pain.

I grunted, so low, so guttural. The sound tore out of my chest.

So tight. So hot. So perfect.

I shoved another huge inch. Her pussy stretched around me. The sigils on my cock glowed brighter, lighting that space up between us.

She shook.

I stared down at the water, fascinated by the glowing sigils.

She cried out again. "Oh God. Oh God."

"Take it, little witch. Take all of us."

And she did.

Inch by inch.

Breath by breath.

Moan by moan.

Until my massive cock was buried in her to the hilt, and her whole body quaked around me.