“God yes. And I want the bond bite. Right as the portal opens. Want to be claimed permanently while I could still run.”
His hand moves to my throat, thumb tracing where his teeth will go. “Permanent.”
“I know.”
“Five minutes.”
I can feel something changing in the air. Energy building, reality preparing to tear. The portal forming somewhere out there in the desert.
“Two minutes.”
He's fully seated in both holes now, not thrusting, just grinding deep. His knot is starting to swell in my cunt while his pleasure cock pulses in my ass. I'm completely stuffed, claimed, owned.
“One minute.”
“Come for me,” he commands. “Come as it opens. Show the universe you choose this.”
“Choose you. Choose us.”
“Thirty seconds.”
The orgasm builds like a wave far out at sea, inevitable, massive. His fingers on my clit, his cocks inside me, the bond between us all singing the same frequency.
“Ten seconds.”
“Five.”
“Now.”
The portal tears open with a sound like silk ripping. Blue light floods the desert, wrong against the red stone. It hovers fifty feet away, a perfect circle of elsewhere. Of escape. Of Earth.
And I come.
The orgasm rips through me right as his teeth break skin. The bond bite is deep, permanent, his jaw locking to hold it while I convulse beneath him. His knot swells fully, trapping us together as my blood fills his mouth. The bond snaps into place like a physical thing, a rope of sensation connecting us at every level.
“Mine,” Khor growls around my flesh.
“Yours,” I agree, still coming, still watching the portal shimmer. “Always was. Just needed to see the door to know I'd never walk through it.”
We stay locked for the full hour the portal remains. His seed pulses into me with each heartbeat while the bite throbs in time. By the time his knot releases, the energy is already fading.
“It's weakening,” I say unnecessarily.
“How do you feel?”
“Free. Completely, permanently free.”
By evening, the portal closes. I don't see it happen. We're too busy fucking again, celebrating my permanent residence on Pyraxis. But I feel it in the air, that option disappearing, that door closing forever.
“No going back now,” Khor says between thrusts.
“Good. Going back was never the plan.”
That night, we lie in our nest. The bond between us pulses contentedly, no longer new but settling into something permanent.
“Thank you,” I tell him.
“For?”
