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"Stop," I gasp, even as my body betrays me with eager response. "I can't take any more."

"You can," Fritz counters, continuing his ministrations with devastating precision. "And you will. The stronger the pleasure response during bonding, the more complete the claim."

His other hand slides beneath my hip, tilting me to angle that drives his knot against spot inside that sends stars bursting behind my eyelids. The dual stimulation quickly rebuilds pressure I thought impossible after such intense release.

"Why are you doing this?" I sob as pleasure mounts against my will. "Haven't you taken enough?"

Fritz's eyes meet mine with intensity that makes breathing difficult. "This isn't about taking," he growls, voice dropping to register that vibrates through my bones. "This is about claiming. Completely. Permanently. Until no alpha—dragon or otherwise—could ever question who you belong to."

His possessive declaration shouldn't affect me as it does, shouldn't send fresh wave of slick around his knotted length. Ihate him for the violation, for the deception, for the permanent bond formed without consent. Yet my body responds to his dominance with eager submission that makes mockery of my conscious resistance.

"I don't want this," I whisper, even as my hips begin moving unconsciously against his hand. "I don't want you."

"Your body disagrees," Fritz observes, increasing pressure of his fingers as he senses my approaching climax. "Submit, little omega. Submit to what you are, to who owns you now."

The command bypasses rational thought, triggering cascading submission response buried deep in omega biology. Second orgasm hits with devastating force, inner walls clamping down on his still-knotted length as pleasure crests and breaks through me in waves that leave me sobbing and incoherent beneath him.

Fritz growls approvingly as my climax triggers another pulse of seed from his length, the claiming bite at my throat throbbing in perfect synchronicity with each new surge. The connection between us strengthens with each shared pulse, neurochemical bond forming at cellular level that no force on earth can break.

"Good girl," he murmurs against my hair, the praise sending confusing warmth through system already overwhelmed with sensation. "Perfect omega."

I turn my face away, unable to bear the tenderness that feels more violating than the claiming itself. Tears stream silently down my cheeks as reality settles with crushing weight. Not the dragon claiming I've fantasized about for years, but permanent bonding to feline alpha through deception and tactical calculation.

We remain locked together as minutes stretch into eternity, his knot showing no signs of subsiding as promised forty minutes become sixty, then ninety. My body responds to his continued presence with small aftershocks of pleasure that makeme hate myself as much as I hate him, weakness of flesh making mockery of mind's rebellion.

The claiming bite at my throat pulses with each heartbeat, phantom sensations extending throughout my body as bond strengthens beyond anything I thought possible. With each pulse, I feel growing awareness of Fritz's presence—connection that exists beyond physical proximity, beyond conscious control, beyond anything I ever imagined possible.

"The bond forms well," Fritz observes, fingers tracing claiming bite with surprising gentleness. "Strong connection, proper neurochemical exchange."

"How can you tell?" I ask despite myself, curiosity momentarily overriding resentment.

"I feel you," he says simply, golden eyes studying me with unnerving intensity. "Your emotions, your physical state, your... presence. The bond allows alpha to monitor omega's condition constantly."

Horror washes through me at the implication. "You can feel what I'm feeling? Read my thoughts?"

"Not thoughts," Fritz clarifies. "Emotional states, physical wellbeing, general location. Enough to ensure optimal protection and response to needs."

Another invasion of privacy, another layer of control I never consented to. The claiming bite isn't just visible mark of possession but biological tether that connects us at level I can never escape.

"And what do I get from this bond?" I ask bitterly. "Besides permanent connection to alpha I never wanted?"

Something complicated crosses Fritz's expression before commander's mask reasserts itself. "Security. Protection. Biological stability. Your heat cycles will regulate more effectively, your hormonal fluctuations will stabilize, your bodywill adapt fully to feline claiming, eliminating discomfort during future matings."

All practical benefits, all focused on physical wellbeing rather than emotional connection. Of course. Commander Clawe approaches even permanent mating bond as tactical arrangement, biological necessity rather than meaningful partnership.

"And if I try to run?" I whisper, needing to know the extent of my new captivity. "If I attempt to reach dragon territory despite your claim?"

Fritz's expression hardens, pupils contracting to thin vertical slits. "The claiming bite makes escape impossible. Physical separation beyond certain distance causes severe neurological pain that increases until proximity is restored. You would collapse before reaching border."

Another chain I didn't consent to, another prison with no visible bars but just as effective as steel and stone. The knowledge settles like lead weight in my chest, extinguishing final flicker of hope that survived these past days of captivity.

Fritz shifts above me, adjusting our locked bodies into a more comfortable position without withdrawing his still-pulsing length. The movement causes his knot to press against different spots inside me, sending unwanted jolts of pleasure through my oversensitized system.

"We have considerable time before the knot subsides," he informs me, voice rough with lingering rut. "The final claiming requires extended connection for proper bond formation."

Before I can respond, his hand slides between our joined bodies, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves above where his knot stretches me open. The touch sends shock of sensation so intense I arch off the pallet with a broken cry.

"Stop," I gasp, trying to squirm away despite our locked bodies. "I can't—it's too much?—"