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"Tell us the story again," Rina requests, her voice carrying the innocent demand of childhood despite everything she's witnessed.

Elena glances at me before beginning the familiar tale—how humans and Primes learned to coexist, how hybrid children might bridge the gap between species, how their differences could become strengths rather than divisions.

It's a beautiful story. A hopeful story.

I pray it becomes true.

As the others settle for sleep, Vex and I retire to our small shelter—reinforced canvas supported by his knowledge of mountain weather patterns. He creates a nest of furs and salvaged blankets, wings extending to their full span before folding around us like a living cocoon.

The intimacy of the enclosed space heightens every sensation. His scent—pine and leather and something uniquely him that makes my omega biology hum with recognition. The heat radiating from his body. The careful way he positions himself to avoid putting pressure on my pregnant belly.

I feel his arousal building against my lower back, the impressive length hardening beneath thin fabric. My body responds instantly despite my advanced pregnancy, slick dampening my thighs as biological imperatives override rational thought.

"Vex," I whisper, need making my voice husky.

His rumbling growl vibrates through his chest against my spine. "Tell me what you want, Amelia."

Even now, he asks. Even after months of intimacy, he seeks consent rather than simply taking what biology tells him belongs to him.

"I want to feel you," I breathe. "All of you."

He helps position me on my side, mindful of my swollen belly as he lifts my leg over his hip. I feel the thick weight of his cock sliding between my thighs, gathering slick before positioning at my entrance.

The ridged texture that once seemed monstrous now feels perfectly designed for my body. Each bump and ridge catches sensitive spots as he presses forward, stretching me with familiar burn that transforms into pleasure.

"So ready for me," he murmurs appreciatively. "Always so wet and willing."

I push back impatiently, taking him deeper with a gasp that echoes in our small shelter. The stretch is exquisite—my body remembers exactly how to accommodate his size, muscles relaxing to welcome him home.

When he's fully seated inside me, his secondary organ extends from its position above his main shaft. The specialized appendage seeks my swollen clit with practiced precision, attaching with perfect suction that makes me cry out.

The dual sensation never fails to overwhelm me. Completely filled by his ridged length while the specialized organ works my most sensitive nerves. No human could provide such stimulation. No other alpha possesses anatomy designed specifically for omega pleasure.

"Nothing compares to this," I gasp as he begins moving. Each thrust drags his textured shaft against my inner walls while suction pulses against my clit in perfect rhythm. "Nothing else could satisfy me now."

He establishes a deep, grinding pace that accommodates my pregnant belly while maximizing sensation from his unique anatomy. His tail wraps around my thigh, adjusting angle to hit spots that make stars explode behind my eyelids.

"Mine," he growls against my claiming marks, teeth grazing silvered scars. "My mate. My Amelia."

His massive hand spreads possessively over my swollen belly, tangible reminder of his seed growing inside me.

"Yours," I agree breathlessly, the word choice rather than submission. "As you are mine."

I feel his knot beginning to swell, stretching my entrance with delicious pressure. Each forward thrust makes the growing knot catch against sensitive flesh before sliding deeper, the sensation drawing increasingly desperate sounds from my throat.

"Take my knot," Vex growls, rhythm becoming urgent. "Take everything I have to give."

With one final thrust, his knot pushes fully inside, locking us together completely. The pressure against my inner walls combined with relentless suction on my clit sends me over the edge.

My climax crashes through me in pulsing waves, inner muscles clamping rhythmically around his knotted length. The spasming of my channel triggers his release—he roars against my neck as seed floods me in seemingly endless pulses.

His secondary organ increases suction against my clit, drawing out pleasure until I'm sobbing with overwhelming sensation. Aftershocks ripple through my body with each new pulse of his release.

"Perfect," he murmurs against my hair as we lie joined together. "So perfect for me."

We remain locked by his knot, wings creating shelter around us while our child moves between our joined bodies.The intimacy transcends physical connection—this is family, partnership, love discovered in the most unlikely circumstances.

As his knot gradually recedes, allowing separation, I reflect on the unchanged world beyond our small group. Prime dominance continues. The Council still enforces breeding protocols. Power imbalances define most relationships between species.