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"Please," she whimpers, the sound firing through my blood like lightning. An omega begging—not from desperation, not from heat-madness, but from pleasure I'm deliberately giving her. That distinction matters.

"Please what?" I lift my head to look up the length of her body. The sight nearly destroys my control—her skin flushed pink, pupils huge with desire, my claiming mark standing out against her throat. "Tell me what you need, little omega."

"More," she manages, her hips trying to rise toward my mouth.

I hold her firmly in place, denying the movement with casual strength that reminds us both of the reality between us. "More what? Use your words. Tell your alpha what you need."

The term slips out without thinking. Your alpha. Not the commander, not the monster who claimed her, but her alpha. The possessive phrase hangs between us, loaded with meaning neither of us is ready to fully face.

"Your tongue," she finally whispers, surrender in her voice that has nothing to do with biology and everything to do with choice. "I need your tongue. Please."

Her surrender ignites something primal in me. I dive back down with renewed purpose, tracing patterns designed to drive her toward release. Her whimpers grow continuous, punctuated by sharp gasps when I find particularly sensitive spots. The wet sounds of my mouth on her mix with her increasingly desperate moans, creating a symphony that feeds something deeper than mere rut instinct.

My tongue pushes inside her, tasting the source of her slick directly. Another growling purr rumbles through me as I savor her most intimate taste. Her body clenches around the intrusion, already adapting from our previous claimings to welcome penetration. That evidence of her body changing for me only intensifies my satisfaction.

"You taste like mine," I tell her, my voice dropping to the deeper register that signals approaching rut. "Sweet and ripe and ready for claiming."

Her only response is a broken moan as I return to the sensitive bud that will trigger her release. My tail lashes behind me with anticipation I can't fully control anymore, the fur bristling slightly as my restraint begins to crack.

When her orgasm hits, it's glorious—her back arching off the bed, thighs gripping my head with surprising strength, a cry tearing from her throat that echoes off the stone walls. My name falls from her lips over and over as pleasure wracks her body. The unconscious submission of her bared throat—exposing my claiming mark completely—triggers a surge of possessive satisfaction that has nothing to do with my own pleasure and everything to do with her surrender.

I ease her through the aftershocks with gentler attention until she lies boneless and panting beneath me. This is what claiming should be. Not cold biological transaction, but mutual surrender.

My cock strains painfully now, fully emerged and already showing the beginning ridges that will become barbs once inside her. The size would intimidate any human—thicker than her wrist and proportionally long to match my larger frame. Pre-fluid glistens at the tip as I move up her body to position myself above her.

Unlike our previous claimings, I hold her gaze as I align our bodies, my larger form casting her into shadow. The trust in her eyes—fragile but definitely there—creates an unexpected warmth in my chest.

"Look at me," I command, my voice dropping to the rumbling growl of approaching rut. "I want you to see who's claiming you this time."

She doesn't look away, doesn't close her eyes like she did that first time. More progress.

"This will stretch you," I continue, letting her see my pupils contract to thin slits as rut takes hold. "But your body was made for this. Made to take me, made to milk every drop of my seed, made to breed with your alpha."

A shudder runs through her at the words, but her scent spikes with arousal rather than fear. Her omega biology responding to dominant alpha talk exactly as nature intended.

"Yes," she whispers, no longer fighting the biological truth that once made her so angry. Her hands reach for me, pulling me closer instead of pushing away.

I press my cock against her entrance, the head already much larger than any human male's would be. The heat radiating from her core is intoxicating, calling to the most primal parts of me. I push forward slowly, watching her face as I breach her.

The sensation nearly shatters my control. Wet, tight heat engulfs the head of my cock, her body yielding with reluctant ease. The slick from her arousal helps, but nothing can completely eliminate the stretch required to take my size.

"Fuck," I growl, the crude word escaping as pleasure surges through my body. "So tight. So perfect."

Her gasp holds pleasure alongside the inevitable discomfort, her body arching to better receive me. I continue pressing forward, each inch claiming territory that belongs to me alone. Her inner walls squeeze around my length, adjusting to the intrusion with increasing ease. Her previous heat cycles have trained her body to accept me, to welcome dimensions that once caused her pain.

"That's it," I praise as she takes more of me, her body relaxing to accommodate what should be impossible. "Taking your alpha's cock so well now."

When I'm halfway seated inside her, I feel the specialized ridges along my length begin to emerge fully, barbs extending as pleasure triggers their development. It's an involuntary response, biology designed to ensure successful breeding. The barbs create friction against her inner walls with each subtle movement, stimulating her while ensuring my seed reaches its target.

She cries out at the sensation, her nails digging into my shoulders with surprising strength. "Fritz! What—it's different this time—they're?—"

"The barbs are fully extending," I explain through gritted teeth, fighting for control as pleasure threatens to overwhelm thought. "Your surrender is triggering my full rut response."

Her eyes widen at this revelation—learning that her willing participation has unleashed aspects of my biology that stayed partially suppressed during our previous claimings.

"Too much?" I manage to ask, shaking with the effort of holding still when every instinct demands I thrust forward and claim completely.

"No." Her answer comes between panting breaths, pupils blown wide with pleasure and need. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."