Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 120974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
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.
“It will, baby—but first I have to fuck you,” he assures me, his hands gripping my hips. “First, I have to make you ready for it. And I have to make sure you come for us again.”
And then he pulls back.
The feeling is exquisite agony. Every textured ridge of the draconic shaft catches on my oversensitive inner walls as he slides out. I moan, the sound raw and ragged. He thrusts back in, a smooth, powerful surge that bottoms out inside me and pushes my entire body forward. My breasts sway heavily with the force of it, my nipples rubbing against the velvety petals.
“Oh, Goddess! Valen!” I sob, gripping the flowers until the petals bruise in my fists. Oh Goddess, how can I stand it—he’s so big! So huge, sliding in and out of me with a piston-like rhythm that feels like it’s remaking me.
My vision blurs. I can feel the Drake’s pleasure as he fucks me through Valen—a fierce, possessive joy in the claiming, in the tight, wet heat of my body.
His heavy balls—filled with hot seed—slap against my spread pussy lips with every deep stroke, the impact teasing my swollen, exposed clit. I can feel my own pleasure rising again—a coil of white-hot tension winding tighter and tighter in my belly, fed by the slick friction.
I remember the vision of myself with the Drake buried inside me, remember watching as he filled me with his molten seed. The memory merges with the present, the line between prophecy and reality dissolving.
And then I hear Valen say, his voice a guttural growl,
“Get ready, baby—going to knot you now. Going to knot you so my Drake can come inside you and seal our Bond. Take a deep breath for me and try to be open.”
I moan—a sound of pure submission— and brace myself. I feel it then—a new, thicker swell at the very base of the shaft, just outside my entrance. As he pushes forward again, that swell meets my stretched opening and I know it’s wider than anything that’s been inside me.
“Oh…oh, Goddess,” I moan. I hang my head and breathe—just breathe—trying to be open enough.
“That’s it, Princess. Open up and take my knot. Be a good girl and take it all,” Valen commands.
And then, with a final thrust, it slips inside.
Oh Goddess—so big…so deep!
The fullness is overwhelming, and it’s joined by a sensation of being utterly, irrevocably locked in place. The knot swells to its full size inside me—a thick, pulsing anchor that stretches my entrance to its absolute limit.
I am tied…knotted…full to bursting. It’s a good feeling but almost more than I can bear.
“Fuck, yes, sweetheart—all the way inside you now,” Valen growls, his body pressed against mine. “Such a good girl to take my Drake’s knot.”