Pain. That was pain. He slowed suddenly, orange eyes shifting in the mass as though tilting his head at her. They said it might hurt her a bit, but he had no hope of telling if it was the correct kind of pain or not.
Still, though he slowed, he did not stop, continuing to move in and out of her while his other tendrils touched her. Something was stirring within him. Her essence, mingling with his own, already doing things to him. He'd never known sensations like this. Never known any sensations at all, really, but it felt as though some new thing was forming within him, like a pearl forms within an oyster (a metaphor he would not understand at all.) He was gaining things. After an existence marked by nothing but absorbing what he was told, things were happening inside him on their own.
The ritual was nearly finished. He need only... well. They said there would come a point when her body would "climax," though he had no idea what that meant. Only that it would provide him more of her essence and seal their bond as husband and wife, that he might begin to change. But he was already changing. How would he know when he was through?
One new change rumbled from deep within the mass, suddenly. It started as low as a cat's purr, then grew into an almost moaning roar. The utter silence of the Lord shattered as his new voice erupted from within, grew to nearly ear-piercing volume, then broke away. He looked almost startled by it, slowing his thrusts again for a moment. The orange eyes blinked for the first time. Then his tendrils lifted her hips, tilting her body for an easier entrance to continue taking her.
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Still, though he slowed, he did not stop, continuing to move in and out of her while his other tendrils touched her. Something was stirring within him. Her essence, mingling with his own, already doing things to him. He'd never known sensations like this. Never known any sensations at all, really, but it felt as though some new thing was forming within him, like a pearl forms within an oyster (a metaphor he would not understand at all.) He was gaining things. After an existence marked by nothing but absorbing what he was told, things were happening inside him on their own.
The ritual was nearly finished. He need only... well. They said there would come a point when her body would "climax," though he had no idea what that meant. Only that it would provide him more of her essence and seal their bond as husband and wife, that he might begin to change. But he was already changing. How would he know when he was through?
One new change rumbled from deep within the mass, suddenly. It started as low as a cat's purr, then grew into an almost moaning roar. The utter silence of the Lord shattered as his new voice erupted from within, grew to nearly ear-piercing volume, then broke away. He looked almost startled by it, slowing his thrusts again for a moment. The orange eyes blinked for the first time. Then his tendrils lifted her hips, tilting her body for an easier entrance to continue taking her.