Chapter 86 Irena
IRENA
For a long, perfect moment, I just lay there, my head pillowed on Valen’s chest, listening to the steady, strong rhythm of his heartbeat. His arms are wrapped around me, one hand stroking slow, soothing circles on my bare back.
I feel good…so loved and cared for…the aftershocks of pleasure still humming through my veins like low-grade lightning. The scent of crushed flowers, sweat, and sex hangs heavy in the air, and it should feel sordid, but it doesn’t. It feels like ours.
But I know we aren’t done. The Bond isn’t complete. The magic inside the shimmering violet dome is still waiting—expectant—thrumming against my skin.
“We’re not done yet, are we?” I whisper.
“No, Princess—not quite.”
Slowly, he pulls out of me, and a fresh trickle of his seed wets my thighs. I feel suddenly empty…bereft. I look up at him, searching his eyes.
“It’s time for the second part, isn’t it?” I ask, my voice small.
He strokes my cheek, his thumb brushing over my lower lip.
“Yes, baby.” His gaze is intense, full of heat and a tenderness that makes my heart ache. “Can you be a good girl and take my Drake’s cock in your sweet little pussy?” he murmurs. “We’ll start out with just mine and then I’ll Shift inside you. I need you to trust me even more now.”
I bite my lip, a flutter of nervousness tightening my stomach. But beneath the nerves, the embers of desire are still glowing, fanned by the memory of his Drake’s tongue…by the hot things he just did to me.
My pussy aches, not with soreness, but with a deep, hollow need to be stretched again, to be filled even more completely. The vision from the Door of Uncertainty flashes behind my eyes—watching myself get taken by the Drake…the bulge in my belly…the feeling of impossible fullness.
A shiver runs through me—part fear, part desperate need.
“All right, Valen. I trust you,” I tell him, trying to keep the nervous quiver out of my voice.
I get to my hands and knees again in the center of the flower bed.
This pose feels right to me—submissive…vulnerable…
primal. It feels like I’m ready to be bred.
I arch my back and open my legs, presenting myself.
It’s the exact position I was in, in the vision.
The recognition sends another pulse of heat through me.
I spread my thighs wide, and as I do, I feel a rush of warmth as more of Valen’s seed slides down the inside of my legs, making a sticky, glistening trail. I’m so slippery down there—surely it will ease the way when I have to take the Drake’s monstrous shaft inside me.
“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.
“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.”
He reaches under me, his fingers finding my throbbing clit and begins to stroke around and around in firm, rapid circles.
I gasp. The stimulation is almost too much on top of the overwhelming fullness and yet, I don’t want him to stop.
“Going to fill you with my Drake’s cum, baby,” he growls in my ear. “Going to pump my Princess full—going to claim you. Breed you.”
As his words sink in, I feel the first hot, thick spurt of his Drake’s seed hit the deepest part of my channel. It’s hotter than human seed and there’s so much of it. Jet after jet paints my insides—a torrential flood that has my already distended belly feeling even fuller, even warmer.
The sensation of being filled to overflowing, coupled with Valen’s relentless teasing of my clit, pushes me over the edge.
“Oh Goddess! Valen!” I cry out.
My pleasure spikes and I lose myself completely. My pussy spasms in rhythmic pulses around the enormous invader, gripping and massaging the huge dragon cock, milking it as though I’m begging for every last drop.
My cries are swallowed by the leaves and flowers around us. I feel like I’m shaking apart, held together only by the Drake’s knot locking Valen inside me and his strong arms wrapped around my torso, as he continues to empty himself into my me, his own roar of release echoed by his Drake.
And as my pleasure spikes again, I know that I have never felt such intense emotion—such a close connection.
The three of us are one and we will never be apart again.