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Fritz's nostrils flare as he catches my changing scent, pupils contracting to vertical slits against amber backgrounds. "Your heat's getting stronger again," Fritz growls, pupils contracting to vertical slits against amber backgrounds as he catches my changing scent. "Time for one last claiming before it's done."

I expect him to issue the familiar command to present—the position that's become horrifyingly natural over the past three days. Instead, he begins removing his uniform with deliberate slowness, each piece revealing more of the inhuman form beneath commander's disguise.

The sight of his naked body still inspires complicated mixture of fear and unwanted anticipation. His powerful torso covered with short golden-brown fur in tiger-like patterns. The impossible flexibility of his movements that speaks to skeletal structure fundamentally different from human design. The long tail that sways behind him with hypnotic grace. And most shocking of all, his arousal already standing fully erect—far larger than human proportions, ridges along the shaft beginning to emerge into the barbs that have reshaped my inner walls over the past three days.

"On your back," he commands, voice brooking no argument.

I hesitate, confused by the change in routine. For three days, he's claimed me from behind, the classic omega presentation position that minimizes contact while maximizing breeding efficiency.

"I said, on your back," Fritz repeats, edge entering his tone that triggers instinctive submission response. "Now."

I comply despite my confusion, lying back against sweat-dampened sheets with wary uncertainty. The position feels unsettlingly vulnerable—more exposed, more intimate somehow, as Fritz moves to kneel between my spread thighs.

"What are you doing?" I ask, voice embarrassingly unsteady as heat symptoms intensify beneath his predatory gaze.

"Final claiming needs to be different," he says, leaning forward to cage me with his much larger frame. "Your heat's ending today. Got things to take care of before that happens."

Before I can question further, he lowers his head to my throat, inhaling deeply against the sensitive skin where neck meets shoulder. The sensation sends cascade of shivers through my system, slick gathering between my thighs in conditioned response to his proximity.

"Your scent changes," Fritz murmurs against my pulse point, the rumble of his voice vibrating through my bones. "Sweeter as heat peaks one final time. Perfect for what comes next."

"What comes next?" I echo, unease mixing with building arousal as his weight settles more fully against me.

Instead of answering, Fritz trails his mouth along my collarbone, then lower, until he reaches my breast. The first touch of his tongue against sensitive nipple tears gasp from my throat—textured roughness creating friction unlike anything I've experienced during our previous encounters.

"What are you—" My question dissolves into shocked moan as he continues his ministrations, alternating between gentle suction and teasing flicks of that textured tongue that send jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

"Three days of functional claiming," Fritz says between attentions that leave me squirming beneath him. "Necessary for heat relief, but incomplete. This final time will be different."

He continues his downward exploration, taking time with each newly discovered sensitive spot until I'm panting and desperate beneath him. By the time he settles between my thighs, heat symptoms and deliberate arousal have combined to leave me slick and ready despite my mental resistance.

"What are you doing?" I ask again, voice breaking as I push up on my elbows to look down my body at him.

Fritz meets my gaze with predatory intensity that makes my heart stutter. "Ensuring you never forget who claimed you during your first heat. Ensuring your body remembers feline alpha even when heat haze fades from memory."

Before I can process his meaning, he lowers his mouth to my center. The first stroke of his textured tongue against sensitized flesh tears cry from my throat that echoes off stone walls. The sensation is overwhelming—pleasure so intense it borderson pain, nerve endings responding to stimulation they were designed to receive.

"Oh gods," I gasp, falling back against the pallet as one hand moves unconsciously to tangle in his hair. "I can't—you shouldn't?—"

My protests die as he continues with devastating precision, that rough tongue finding exactly the right spots to send waves of pleasure crashing through my system. The dual stimulation of heat symptoms and deliberate attention creates feedback loop of sensation that rapidly pushes me toward edge of completion.

I should be horrified by this new intimacy, should resist this deliberate attempt to forge conscious pleasure rather than mere biological relief. Instead, I find myself arching into his touch, hips rising to meet each stroke of that wicked tongue as pressure builds toward inevitable release.

When Fritz focuses his attention on the sensitive bundle of nerves at my center while simultaneously sliding one clawed finger carefully inside me, I shatter completely. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me, more intense than anything I've experienced during previous heat claimings, clarity of sensation unobscured by desperate need.

As I lie there gasping in the aftermath, Fritz moves up my body with predatory intent. His eyes have gone almost black with expanded pupils, the fur along his spine bristling visibly with arousal he no longer attempts to disguise as mere tactical necessity.

"Remember that it was feline tongue that brought you pleasure," he growls, positioning himself between my thighs. "Feline alpha making you come apart. Not your dragon fantasies."

The reminder of my former dreams sends painful jolt through post-orgasmic haze. "You don't need to mock me," Iwhisper, turning my face away as tears threaten. "I know what you are. What this is."

Fritz catches my chin, turning me back to face him with gentle firmness that allows no escape. "Do you? Do you truly understand what happens now, little omega?"

The question carries weight I don't comprehend, something beyond the usual clinical detachment with which he approaches our encounters. Before I can question further, he enters me in single powerful thrust that tears gasp from my throat.

Despite three days of repeated claiming, the initial penetration still creates burning stretch that walks line between pleasure and pain. His size still feels impossible, his barbs already beginning to extend along his length as he seats himself fully inside me.

"Look at me," he commands, waiting until I comply before continuing. "I want you to see who claims you this final time. Want you to remember with perfect clarity when heat fades."