Page 62 of Hexmate

He attempted to speak, his voice a guttural growl that was only recognizable in meaning, but not in words. He wanted to make sure I was alright, that I still wanted this.

I nodded frantically. “Yes, god yes. I want this. I want you.”

Atlas’s massive paws gripped my hips, lifting me slightly as he positioned himself. I felt the tip of his cock press against my entrance, hot and slick with precum. He pushed forward slowly, stretching me open inch by agonizing inch.

The burn of the stretch mingled with waves of pleasure as he filled me completely. I gasped for breath, overwhelmed by the sensation. I’d never done anything like this before in my life, not even in human form. I’d planned to start slow, with some fingers or Atlas in his human form. But we didn’t have the time to wait now, not with the world outside this room threatening to destroy us both.

The pleasure that filled my body quickly turned to magic inside me. Without meaning to, it began to leak out of me, plants and green things sprouting into life around us on the floor cushions. Flowers grew and bloomed, their cores glowing with green and gold magic that filled the air. Vines wrapped around my arms, pinning me to the floor so Atlas could have his way with me. For a moment I wondered if my magic was working against me. But as the vines wrapped around my thighs,holding me open for Atlas to fuck… I knew the magic had my best interest in mind. Letting go at last, I leaned against them, allowing the pleasure and magic to consume me.

Atlas growled appreciatively as the vines secured me, his golden eyes reflecting the ethereal glow of my magic. The scent of fresh growth and fertile earth mingled with our musk, creating an intoxicating blend that made my head swim. His massive form loomed over me, powerful and primal, as he began to move.

Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through me. The vines tightened in response to my ecstasy, adjusting their grip to support me perfectly as Atlas’s pace increased. His claws dug into the earth beside my head, tearing through the newly sprouted foliage as he fought to maintain control.

“Fuck, Atlas,” I moaned, my back arching against my botanical restraints. “Don’t hold back. I can take it. I need it all!”

A rumble of approval vibrated through his chest as he snapped his hips forward with renewed vigor. The sound was possessive, claiming—a declaration that I was his and his alone. My magic responded in kind, flowers blooming more vibrantly around us, their petals opening and closing in rhythm with our movements.

I could feel his knot beginning to swell, catching slightly at my rim with each thrust. The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain that had me gasping for breath. Atlas’s movements became more frantic, his growls deeper and more primal as he chased his release.

“Yes,” I panted, my own orgasm building rapidly. I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Give it to me, Atlas. Knot me, claim me!”

With a thunderous roar, Atlas slammed forward one final time, his knot swelling to full size and locking us together. The stretch was intense, bordering on painful, but the flood of his hotseed inside me pushed me over the edge. I cried out his name as I came, my cock pulsing untouched between our bodies.

My magic exploded outward in a dazzling display of light and life. The plants around us grew exponentially, flowers blooming in rapid succession as vines coiled and twisted in the air. The entire room was transformed into a lush, mystical garden, with us at its center.

Atlas collapsed on top of me, his massive form pinning me to the ground as we both fought to catch our breath. His tongue lolled out, lapping gently at my neck and face in an oddly reassuring way.

Our bodies remained locked together as the vines slowly released their grasp on me. Atlas gathered me up in his arms, pulling me against his chest as he fell into the cushions. For a long time we just laid there, trying desperately to regain our breaths.

I suddenly felt an exhaustion wash over me. I wanted to sleep, to let myself fade off into unconsciousness, but the subtle pulsing of Atlas’s cock inside me made it hard to think about anything else.

“Atlas?” I asked, my face buried in his neck fur. “How… uh… long are we going to be stuck like this?”

He whined against my neck and even though he couldn’t speak, I knew the answer. Probably quite a while. However, from what I knew about the wards around his private room, they weren’t going to keep my father at bay for the entire night. If we were going to finish the familiar ritual and break the blood curse, we’d need to get started soon.

“Atlas,” I said softly, leaning back so I could look into his golden eyes. “Can I use my magic to force you to shift back? I promise I won’t hurt you. But we’re running out of time.”

He looked at me for a long moment, whined slightly, and nodded. I smiled, patting his muzzle. “Thank you,” I said. “And I promise we’ll do this again so you can enjoy it more, okay?”

He nodded again, licking me on the cheek. I smiled and leaned back, reaching into the well of power within me. The moment I did, I gasped in surprise.

My magic, at the best of times, was meager. It was hardly enough to sprout a seed or cause a flower to bloom. After the first time Atlas let me fuck him, the power had grown, although it wasn’t nearly enough to be considered impressive. However, now that Atlas had officially claimed me as his mate, the power well within me took my breath away.

I closed my eyes, focusing on that newfound wellspring of magic within me. It surged through my body, crackling along my skin like electricity. When I opened my eyes again, they glowed with an otherworldly light, reflecting the raw power now at my disposal.

Placing my hands on Atlas’s chest, I whispered an incantation, my voice resonating with arcane energy. The surrounding air shimmered, and I felt Atlas’s body begin to shift beneath me. His fur receded, bones and muscles rearranging themselves as he transformed back into his human form.

The process was quicker than usual, accelerated by my magic. Within moments, I found myself straddling Atlas in his human form, his still-hard cock buried deep inside me. His golden eyes, now set in his handsome human face, widened in amazement.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, reaching up to cup my face. “That was... incredible. I’ve never shifted that fast before.”

I smiled down at him, feeling a rush of affection and pride. “Looks like being your mate has some perks,” I teased, rolling my hips experimentally. We both groaned at the sensation.

Atlas groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly. “Fuck, that feels amazing,” he breathed. “But we need to focus. The ritual...”

I nodded, reluctantly lifting myself off his cock. We both hissed at the loss of contact. “You’re right,” I said, climbing off him. “We don’t have much time.”

Atlas sat up, running a hand through his tousled dark hair. His golden eyes were still dilated with lust, but there was a determined set to his jaw. “What do we need to do?”

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