Exactly what she said it would

The pain obliterated thought and dominated my consciousness. My eyes were closed but yet blinded by a light, a pulsing whiteness that defined my reality.

I heard a rushing sound, like a cold front bringing a torrential downpour. Louder and louder, until the sound matched a sensation in my body, a sensation of stretching, of swelling, of immense, electric power. It came from the core of me, throbbing outwards in a rhythm I couldn't comprehend. Each wave pushed further and further outwards into my being, as though my very self was being extended in new directions.

In a far distant place, there was a man lying on a bed, his back arched, every muscle taut. A woman, a gorgeous, naked redhead was impaled upon his cock, her muscles rippling and flexing, her head thrown back. Both of their mouths were open, screaming in some unheard pleasure.

There were pulses of light in that body. A throbbing sensation and then a flash down an arm, the veins highlighted by the light and thickening. Another throb and a thigh clenched and swelled and bulged. Chest muscles stretching, a shoulder widening..

There was no sound, and yet there was a yell echoing around, as though heard from a distant mountaintop.

The pulses of light activated a feeling a pleasure, an awareness of tingling, a yes. This was good, this was right. Whatever that meant.

The man's face was filled with light, his forehead glowing. He looked larger than he had. Strong. Powerful.

His bulging arms and legs were fighting against restraints. Flexing powerfully, a sensation of tension starting to go over the edge.

The pulses of light began to reverse course, emanating from the man's extremities and flowing towards his core, his cock and balls.

Throb. Pulse. Throb. Pulse.

Focused on his cock, glowing with the light, thickening, the vein swelling, the sensation of tightness and wetness, the balls expanding. A reverberation from the extremities, a sense of new freedom.

Desire.

Focusing in on that glowing light, that sensation, that feeling. Focusing further, sensing the tendrils of awareness going to new places.

The yell suddenly resolved, as my awareness swam. My vision swirled and spiraled. Movement in my body. Movement in my mind, another presence, something awoken. The man was me, that cock was mine, and I felt myself drop into my body as though from a great height in a direction I could no longer sense.

I was fucking Astrid, and something had changed. She was on her hands and knees, I was behind her, taking her, claiming her. My hands on her hips, pulling her in forcefully. My orgasm, infinite and yet not begun.

My mind was moving slowly. How did this happen? What had I become. I didn't recognize myself, the arms that were flexing against the motion of her body, the longer and thicker cock pounding her cunt from behind, the balls swinging underneath and touching her ass on every stroke.

But I did recognize something inside of me. A voice, newly awoken, yet always present. The voice that had pushed me to start this journey in the first place, the voice that wouldn't take Svetlana's provocations sitting down, the voice that was always in the back, urging, pushing for power and control and want.

That voice was in control, and I heard it come out of my mouth as I growled at Astrid, her pussy spasming around my cock as a series of climaxes burst through her body. I spanked her ass, gripping harder as the pleasure tore through my body. I was taking something from her, something in her core. I sensed a release in her body, a different sort of reaction. She was giving me something, something I wanted. Something she had never released before. I don't know how I knew it, but the knowledge throbbed throughout my body and my cock clenched. Her moans increased in pitch even as they lost any intelligibility they may have had.

There was an irresistible urge to learn forward, to press my weight upon her. Her upper body collapsed onto the bed and I could see drool coming from her mouth even as her back arched her ass into the air. I pushed inside as deeply as I could, and then I was coming, finally coming, my cock flexing as I poured cum deep inside of her. I could feel each throb as though for the first time, the squeeze in my prostate, through my balls, up my shaft, and in to my cunt, my woman, mine.

Because that's what she was now, that's all that mattered. She had given me something, and now she was mine. Of course she was. That was the way of things.

My orgasm subsided, and I luxuriated in the pleasant glow, the gentle swell of my chest with my heavy breathing. I pulled out of her and sat back on the bed. Her position collapsed, every ounce of tension drained from her body.

I looked over to the side of the bed and saw the empty syringe on the floor, felt the sensitive pinprick in my body, the place where there had been an invasion that had changed everything.

I felt myself begin to drift, and allowed it to happen. I needed to recharge. My thoughts began to fade, though the primal hum inside remained.