Page 20 of Sereis
I moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound like it was precious. His hands framed my face, holding me still for his claiming, and I could feel his desperation through every point of contact. Three hundred years of nothing, and now this—now me, writhing beneath him, calling him Daddy like it was his true name, accepting his magic like I was made for it.
Which, apparently, I was.
The kiss deepened, if that was possible. His tongue stroked mine with a possessiveness that made me whimper, and with each stroke came more power, more magic, more of him flooding into me until I couldn't tell where he ended and I began. The transformation accelerated, no longer fighting but racing to completion, eager now that it had permission.
Through the bond, I felt his dragon's satisfaction—primal and absolute. I'd named him, claimed him as surely as he was claiming me. "Daddy" meant protector, provider, dominant force that would keep me safe. But from his perspective, shaped by millennia of draconic instinct, it meant so much more. It meant I recognized him as my superior, my guardian, my everything. It meant submission willing given rather than commanded.
The ice reached my brain properly this time, but instead of agony it was revelation. I could feel my thoughts restructuring, expanding, developing capacities humans didn't have. The ability to understand the Old Tongue he'd been speaking. The perception to see magic as a visible force. The strength to survive in a realm that existed partially outside reality.
When he finally broke the kiss, we were both gasping. His eyes were still silver-white, still dragon, and when he spoke his voice carried harmonics that made my newly transformed body sing in response.
"Mine," he said, and it wasn't a question.
"Yours," I whispered back, because the transformation had made it true in ways that transcended choice.
Above us, the aurora went wild, sheets of green and purple light dancing faster and faster, as if celebrating what had just occurred. In the infinite reflections around us, I could see the frost patterns from his skin spreading onto mine—delicate traceries of blue-silver that marked me as his as surely as any wedding ring.
The magic wasn't done with us—wasn't done with me—and my body knew what it needed before my mind could catch up. The transformation demanded more than just magical transfer, more than kisses that tasted of winter stars. It needed complete biological acceptance, physical anchoring, the kind of connection that predated language and civilization and every careful rule we'd built to contain our animal selves.
I could feel the need building in my core like a secondary transformation, hot and liquid where the ice magic was sharp and crystalline. My hips shifted beneath him without conscious thought, seeking friction, seeking pressure, seeking him. The oil made every movement silky and electric, our bodies sliding together in ways that sent sparks through my newly sensitive nervous system.
"The ritual requires—" he started, but I pressed my fingers to his lips.
"I know." And I did know, somehow. The knowledge had come with the ice in my veins, with the patterns now glowing beneath my skin. This wasn't about want anymore—though I wanted with an intensity that threatened to shatter me. This was about survival, about completion, about becoming something that could exist in his world.
He pulled back enough for me to see him fully, and my breath caught at the sight. He was hard, devastatingly so, his cock thick and flushed despite his pale coloring. The head glistened with moisture that looked like liquid ice, crystalline precum that caught the aurora light and threw it back in prismatic sparkles. The sight should have been impossible, should have been terrifying, but my transformed body recognized it as perfect, necessary, mine.
"Look at me," he commanded, and those silver-white eyes held mine as he shifted position between my thighs. "Don't close your eyes. I need to see you choose this."
Choose. As if I had any choice left, with the magic demanding completion and my body already opening for him like a lock recognizing its key. But he was right—there was still choice here. Not whether, but how. Not if I would accept him, but how completely I would surrender to what we were becoming.
"Please," I whispered, spreading my thighs wider in invitation. "Daddy, please."
The title hit the bond like lightning, and his control—what little remained—evaporated completely. He positioned himself at my entrance, the broad head of his cock pressing against me with careful pressure. The first touch of that icy precum against my heated flesh made me gasp, the contrast creating sensations I had no words for.
Then he pushed inside, one smooth, powerful stroke that claimed me completely.
The connection was beyond physical. It was cosmic, cellular, soul-deep in ways that the human language had never needed words for. I could feel him not just inside my body but inside my magic, the ice in my veins recognizing its source and singing in harmony. My back arched off the dais, a cry escaping that echoed through the Grotto and came back changed, transformed by the space into something that sounded like music.
Around us, the Grotto responded to our joining. The Fractal Walls caught and refracted us infinitely—a thousand versions of this claiming, each one slightly different in the shifting aurora light. I could see myself in those reflections, see the frost patterns glowing beneath my skin, see the way my face transformed with pleasure and power combined. In some reflections we were almost human, in others something closer to our true nature—him with scales beginning to show along his spine, me with silver light in my eyes that matched his.
He began to move, and thought became impossible. Each thrust sent magic deeper into my bones, each withdrawal made me whimper at the loss. The oil between us had heated to something beyond temperature, creating friction that existed as much in the magical spectrum as the physical. I could feel him everywhere—inside me, around me, through me, the boundary between our bodies becoming more suggestion than reality.
"That's it," he growled against my throat, and his voice had harmonics that spoke directly to the dragon magic now living in my blood. "Take it. Take all of me. Let me remake you into something eternal."
His pace increased, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, using the leverage to meet each thrust. The crystal dais beneath us had begun to glow brighter, responding to the magic we were generating. Through the bond, I could feel his pleasuremixing with mine, creating a feedback loop that spiraled higher with each movement. He could feel how perfectly he filled me, how each stroke hit places that made me see stars. I could feel his desperate need to claim, to possess, to complete what we'd started.
He brought me to the edge three times, building the pleasure to an almost painful peak before pulling back, denying the release my body screamed for. Each time, more magic flooded my system, more transformation took hold. My skin grew paler, more luminous. The frost patterns spread from my shoulder down my arms, across my breasts, creating art that moved with my pulse.
"Please," I begged after the third denial, tears streaming down my cheeks from the intensity. "Please, I need—"
"Tell me what you need." His thrusts had become devastating, each one precise and powerful and designed to drive me past sanity. "Say it."
"I need to come," I sobbed, dignity abandoned, everything abandoned except the desperate need for release. "Please, Daddy, please let me come."
"Then come for me," he commanded, and his hand found my clit, fingers sliding through the oil to press exactly where I needed. "Come now."
The orgasm hit like a magical detonation. Every cell in my body seemed to light up at once, pleasure so intense it transcended the physical and became something closer to enlightenment. I screamed, the sound echoing through the Grotto and making the aurora above us pulse in rhythm with my climax. Through the bond, I felt him follow me over, his release triggering a final surge of transformation magic that remade my last human cells into something new.
