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He shifts our position, supporting my weight with one arm while his free hand explores my body with possessive thoroughness. Claws carefully sheathed, he traces patterns across my skin that leave trails of liquid fire. When his hand closes around my breast, thumb circling the sensitized nipple, the sensation connects directly to where his sucker works my flesh, creating circuits of pleasure I can't escape or deny.

The claiming continues as we soar through cloud breaks, moonlight turning our joined bodies silver. He takes me in positions impossible on solid ground, each one demonstrating complete control of our shared flight, his ability to support and position me however he desires while maintaining both safety and penetration that reaches my very core.

When his knot begins expanding, panic cuts through pleasure-drunk haze like ice water. Being locked together on stone was terrifying enough—being knotted hundreds of feetabove killing rocks represents vulnerability beyond my worst nightmares.

"No—not here!" I gasp, pushing against his chest in futile desperation. "We'll die!"

"My wings can support us both," he assures me, the swelling at his base growing with each powerful thrust. "Even fully knotted, I can fly for hours without strain."

The knowledge that my survival depends entirely on his strength and skill triggers something deep in omega hindbrain programming. My body responds with fresh arousal, easing the knot's entrance despite conscious terror. Internal muscles relax then clench, working to take him deeper, to secure the biological tie evolution designed for breeding success.

Pressure builds exponentially as his knot swells, catching at my entrance with each thrust before pushing deeper, stretching tissue still tender from earlier claiming. Pain tangles with pleasure until they become indistinguishable, each sensation amplifying the other beyond what my nervous system can process separately.

"This is what your heat truly needed," Vex growls against my ear, wings maintaining steady rhythm while the knot locks us together in biological inevitability. "Complete claiming. Total surrender. Perfect bonding."

With a final thrust that steals consciousness briefly, he seats his knot fully inside me, stretched tissue closing behind the widest part, creating the seal that ensures his seed finds its intended target. The pressure against every internal nerve ending overwhelms thought—too much, too full, too perfectly designed to drive omega minds toward submission.

When he bites the junction of my neck and shoulder, the pain is sharp but shallow—more warning than true claiming mark. Just enough to break skin. Just enough to trigger a cascade ofhormones. The bite signals possession without the deep scarring that marks permanent bonding.

My first orgasm detonates with devastating force, muscles clamping around his knotted length as pleasure unlike anything in human experience crashes through my system. Vision fragments. Consciousness narrows. The sensation radiates outward from my core like shockwaves, coursing through limbs, curling toes, arching my spine against his grip.

His release floods me in powerful pulses. Each surge triggers aftershocks. The volume shocks me—far beyond human capacity—as his body pumps endless supply, evolved specifically to ensure breeding success. The pressure creates fullness beyond physical stretch. My abdomen distends with sheer quantity.

The sucker maintains its rhythmic attention throughout his release, forcing continuous stimulation that prevents recovery between pleasure waves. As the first orgasm subsides, a second builds beneath it. Unstoppable as avalanche. My nails find purchase between his scales as my body convulses helplessly.

"Now you're truly claimed," he states, voice carrying over elements that rage around us. His wings continue their powerful rhythm, keeping us aloft despite being locked together by biology designed for stationary breeding. "Your heat will answer only to me."

But the claiming is far from over. Still knotted inside me, he begins aerial maneuvers that defy comprehension. A sudden dive that sends us plummeting toward the peaks. Gravity shifts. My stomach drops. The change in pressure and angle drives his cock deeper, hitting places that make me scream.

He pulls out of the dive at the last possible moment. Wings spread wide. We soar upward in a spiraling climb that creates centrifugal force, pinning me against him while his knot pulses with another release. Hot seed floods me again. The sensation ofbeing filled while spinning through the air pushes me over the edge into another orgasm that steals my breath.

"Feel how your body responds," he growls, banking into a sharp turn that shifts him inside me. "Made for this. Made for aerial claiming."

A barrel roll next. The world tumbles around us—sky becoming ground becoming sky again. The motion creates impossible sensations, his cock stirring inside me from angles that shouldn't exist. The sucker maintains its grip on my clit throughout the maneuver, the suction never faltering even as we tumble through space.

I come again. Harder. The orgasm tears through me like lightning, every nerve ending firing at once. My vision whites out completely. When it returns, we're ascending again, his wings carrying us higher while his knot delivers another surge of seed.

A loop this time. Up and over until we're flying inverted, my hair hanging toward the earth below. Blood rushes to my head. The position changes everything—how his cock fills me, how the sucker pulls at my flesh, how gravity affects our joining. When we complete the loop, I'm sobbing with pleasure I can't control.

"Such a responsive little omega," he praises, the words sending fresh heat through my system. "Coming so perfectly on my knot."

Time dissolves as we remain suspended between earth and sky, knotted together while the storm gradually exhausts itself below. He flies us through maneuvers that should be impossible while joined—sudden drops that make my stomach lurch, tight spirals that create dizzying pressure, sharp banking turns that shift his cock to new angles inside me.

Each aerial acrobatic triggers fresh responses. A dive toward jagged peaks sends gravity slamming me down onto his knot, forcing another climax from my wrung-out body. A sudden climb creates the opposite effect, his cock hitting different spotsthat make stars explode behind my eyelids. The sucker never loses its grip, maintaining steady pressure throughout every twist and turn.

His releases come in waves too. The aerial claiming seems to trigger something primal in his biology, his cock pulsing with fresh seed every few minutes. Each new surge distends my abdomen further, the volume overwhelming as he pumps what feels like gallons into my heat-receptive body.

"Count them," he commands during a particularly intense series of barrel rolls that leave me gasping. "Count how many times I fill you."

I've lost count already. Five? Seven? The orgasms blur together into one continuous wave of sensation that fragments my thoughts. My body convulses around his knot with each new climax, milking more seed from him in an endless cycle of pleasure and release.

A somersault that turns the world upside down. His cock slides deeper from this angle, the sucker changing its pull on my clit. I scream as another orgasm tears through me, this one so intense it borders on pain. When we right ourselves, I'm sobbing against his chest, overwhelmed by sensations I can't process.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, wings carrying us in a gentle glide that provides momentary respite. "Your body was made for this kind of claiming."

But the respite is brief. Another dive, another climax, another flood of his seed. The aerial claiming continues until I'm nothing but sensation, thought scattered like leaves in a hurricane.

The flight continues long after biological necessity ends, his anatomy remaining inside me as we circuit the boundaries of his territory. The storm passes below while he claims me literally above every peak and valley he considers his own, marking me as extension of that territorial control.