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“My beautiful little witch,” he growled softly. “So hot and wet.”

He brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, clearly relishing my juices.

“Now… now you’re ready,” he murmured.

“Yes, I’m ready,” I moaned. “Please, Garrik—I want you in me.”

“And I want to be in you—want to feel your soft little pussy wrapped around my shaft,” he growled. “All right, sweetheart—let’s see how we fit together.”

He guided me, his hands strong on my hips as I positioned myself, the broad head nudging against my slick, sensitive entrance. As I got into position, I looked into his eyes, seeing love, patience, and a ferocious hunger that matched my own.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “You can do it—you can take me.”

“I’m going to try,” I promised.

Then, taking a deep breath, I sank down.

The stretch was immense…breathtaking. A low, ragged moan came from my throat as I impaled myself slowly, feeling my inner walls stretching to accommodate his thick girth. He was so much bigger than his fingers but there was no sharp pain—just the overwhelming sensation of being utterly filled…utterly claimed.

“That’s it,” Garrik groaned, his hands tightening on my hips, his own body tense. “Take me, Celeste. Take all of me.”

I sank lower, taking another inch, then another, my body gradually yielding… accepting. The feeling was indescribable—a fullness that touched something deep in my soul. I had never felt so connected to anyone in my life as I did to the big Gryphon at that moment.

When I finally settled all the way down, fully seated with his hips pressed flush against mine, we both held still, breathing raggedly.

“By the Ancients, you’re so tight, sweetheart,” Garrik groaned.

“It’s just…just that you’re so big,” I panted.

I was stretched to my limit, achingly full, connected to him in the most primal way possible. And then I felt it…

A warmth, not physical, but spiritual, began to bloom in the center of my chest. It was a golden, glowing sensation, soft and gentle at first, like the first ray of dawn. As I looked at Garrik, I saw his eyes widen and knew he felt it too.

“The bond…” he whispered, awe in his voice.

It grew as I began to move, lifting myself almost all the way up, then sinking back down in a slow, grinding rhythm.

With each movement, the golden warmth pulsed brighter…stronger. It wasn’t just in my chest anymore either—it was weaving between us, a visible, shimmering cord of pure light that wrapped around my heart and reached out to wrap around his. Each thrust, each shared gasp, each whispered endearment spun another strand and drew us closer together.

“I can feel you,” I gasped, riding him faster now, driven by pleasure and the connection forging between us. “I can feel your pleasure… your love… it…it’s inside me!”

“And I feel yours too, sweetheart,” he growled, his hands moving to my breasts, tugging and teasing my nipples as I rode him. “Feels so good…so right.”

I ground myself against him, riding him hard, working for the pleasure and connection that was growing between us. The bond solidified further with every joining of our bodies. The golden cord grew thicker, brighter, thrumming with the rhythm of our motion.

I threw back my head, my fingers gripping his broad shoulders as I worked myself on his long, thick shaft. But it was more intimate than just a physical act—it was a merging of souls. I could feel his steadfast loyalty, his centuries of loneliness, his profound gratitude and fierce protectiveness. And flowing from me to him, I sensed he felt my newfound strength, my resilient hope, and my unconditional love.

“Oh, Garrik!” I moaned. My pace became frantic, driven by the dual sensations of physical ecstasy and spiritual union. His cock was hitting a spot deep inside that made me see stars, pushing me to the edge again. The golden light was blinding now, wrapping us in a cocoon of radiant energy.

“Garrik… I’m going to come,” I gasped. “The … the bond… it’s…it’s…” But I couldn’t find the words to finish. Luckily, he understood me.

“I know, sweetheart, I feel it too,” he growled. “Come with me… come now!”

His words tipped me over the edge and my orgasm rushed over me—a supernova of sensation that was both physical and spiritual. At the exact same moment, I felt Garrik’s release—a hot, pulsing flood deep within me, and a final, brilliant surge of power from the newly forged bond.

The golden cord flashed with incandescent light, then settled, no longer separate from us, but woven seamlessly into the very fabric of our beings. I felt it and knew it was permanent—an unbreakable tether that had tied us together. And as the last waves of sensation shook me, I collapsed onto Garrik’s broad chest, utterly spent, my eyes stinging with tears because the pleasure and connection were just so overwhelming.

“All right, sweetheart. Everything is all right.”