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Story: Chimera's Prisoner

"No human could fuck you like this," he snarls, his voice dropping to that register that seems to vibrate directly through my core. "No human could give you what you need. Only me. Only your alpha can satisfy this greedy omega cunt."

"Only you," I echo mindlessly, my inner walls clenching around him as pleasure builds to impossible heights. "Please don't stop—please never stop?—"

His pace accelerates until I can barely breathe, the distinctive slapping sound of scale against skin echoing across the mountaintop. My breasts bounce painfully with each impact, my entire body jerking forward with the force that would send me over the edge if not for his bruising grip.

"Going to knot this tight little cunt," he snarls, his rhythm becoming more erratic as his knot begins to swell at my entrance. "Going to pump you so full of seed your belly swells with it. Going to mark you inside and out so everyone knows you belong to me."

"Yes," I sob, beyond pride or resistance now, riding the edge of an orgasm so powerful I can feel it building from my toes to the crown of my head. "Give me your knot, alpha. I need it—need to be stretched and filled?—"

The first press of his growing knot against my entrance sends a spike of panic through the pleasure haze. No matter how many times we've done this, the sheer size of it terrifies me in those first moments.

"It's too big," I whimper, instinctively trying to pull away despite knowing how desperately I need it. "I can't—it won't fit—you'll break me?—"

"Relax," he commands, his hand sliding from my hip to press against my lower belly where I can feel him moving inside me. "Your body knows how to take it. Your omega cunt was designed to stretch for your alpha's knot."

As if responding to his voice, my inner muscles soften and yield, allowing the bulbous knot to push past my entrance with a mixture of burning pain and fullness that sends white spots dancing across my vision. Once inside, it expands further, locking us together so completely that we couldn't separate if the mountain collapsed beneath us.

"Oh my god," I moan, the sound almost reverent as I feel him swell inside me, stretching tissues that shouldn't be able to accommodate such size. The pressure against my inner walls hovers right at the edge between pleasure and pain, creating sensations I don't have words for.

The feeling of being stretched so completely, filled so thoroughly that I can barely breathe, triggers my orgasm without warning. I scream as pleasure crashes through me in violent waves, my inner walls clamping down on his knot and shaft with contractions I can't control.

"Vex!" His name tears from my throat as my whole body convulses, the pleasure so intense it makes my vision blacken at the edges. My fingers claw at the stone beneath me, seeking anything to anchor me as I feel myself shattering into a thousand pieces.

"That's it, little omega," Vex growls, his chest pressed against my back as he grinds his hips in tight circles, working his knot against spots inside me that extend my climax beyond what should be physically possible. "Milk every drop of seed from your alpha's cock."

"I can't—I can't breathe—" My words dissolve into incoherent cries as the suction organ increases its pressure on my clit, sending me tumbling into a second orgasm before the first has even finished. My body jerks and twitches beneath him, completely beyond my control as pleasure overrides every other system.

With a roar that shakes loose rocks from the cliff face, he comes, hot spurts of seed flooding my channel as his knot locks us together completely. The secondary organ increases its suction on my clit with perfect timing, creating rhythmic pressure that matches each pulse of his release.

Each spurt of his seed inside me triggers another wave of pleasure-spasms through my oversensitized body. I can feel the wet heat of it filling me, so much of it that my belly actually starts to round with the volume. The knowledge that he's marking me from the inside out, claiming me with his essence, sends another aftershock through my trembling frame.

"Alpha," I whimper, the word barely audible as my body continues to pulse around him. "So much... can feel it... so full..."

"Mine," he growls against my claiming marks, his fangs scraping the sensitive scars as his wings fold around us both like a living shelter. Dark feathers create a cocoon that shields us from the mountain winds, blocking out everything except the warmth of his body covering mine. "My territory. My omega. My mate to breed and protect."

That last word penetrates the pleasure fog clouding my thoughts—protection mentioned alongside possession, responsibility with ownership. It's different from his usual territorial declarations, and I don't know what to make of it.

His arms wrap around my waist to hold me steady as we remain locked together by his knot, the position awkward but somehow perfect. Bent over at the edge of a cliff with his massivebody covering mine, I feel safer than I have since the night he claimed me.

"Such a perfect omega," he murmurs against my ear, gentleness creeping into his voice now that dominance has been thoroughly established. "Taking your alpha's knot so beautifully. Made to be filled with my seed."

"Mmm," I hum, too pleasure-drunk to form coherent words. My body feels like liquid, boneless and heavy with satisfaction. The claiming marks on my neck throb in time with my heartbeat, a pleasant ache that reminds me of his ownership in ways that no longer feel entirely unwelcome.

One hand moves to rest possessively over my flat belly, the gesture both threatening and comforting in ways I can't reconcile. "Such a good girl for me," he continues, his voice rumbling through his chest and into my back. "My fierce little mate, surrendering so sweetly when you need to."

I should hate these words, this praise for my submission to a monster who stole my freedom. Instead, I find myself leaning back into his embrace, seeking more of his warmth, more of his approval in ways that terrify me with their intensity.

"Just biology," I mumble, a weak attempt to maintain some fragment of my former defiance.

His soft chuckle vibrates against my skin. "Keep telling yourself that, little nurse," he says, lips brushing the shell of my ear with surprising tenderness. "Your body knows the truth even when your mind fights it."

As we wait for his knot to subside, mountain winds whipping around the shield of his feathered wings, I find myself wondering which lie is more dangerous—my pretense that I don't want this, or his growing suggestion that this forced claiming has become something more than simple territorial possession.

The answer, like everything else in these deadly mountains, remains a mystery that could either save me or destroy me completely. But for now, locked together on top of the world with his seed filling my womb and his scent marking my skin, I can't bring myself to care about the consequences.

For these few precious moments, I am exactly where my omega biology insists I belong—claimed, bred, and protected by an alpha powerful enough to keep me safe from a world that would consume me without his strength.

The thought should revolt me. Instead, as his knot finally begins to soften and he carefully withdraws from my body, I find myself mourning the loss of that perfect fullness, that complete connection that makes me feel whole in ways I'm not ready to examine.