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The base of his cock has begun to swell, the beginning of his knot catching against my entrance with each thrust. The extra width stretches me further, the burn of it sending confused signals of pleasure-pain racing through my nerves.

"Look at me," he demands, one hand moving to grip my chin. "Look at your alpha while he breeds you."

I force my eyes open, meeting that predatory golden gaze. What I see there steals my breath—possessiveness, yes, but something deeper too. Something that looks dangerously close to devotion.

"Already carrying my cub," he says, his free hand sliding between our bodies to rest against the slight swell of my belly. "And soon you'll take my seed again. Your perfect omega body will nurture both, keep them safe while they grow."

The image his words paint sends another rush of slick coating his cock. My inner walls clench around him involuntarily, drawing a rumbling growl from deep in his chest.

"You like that thought," he observes, sharp teeth flashing in the torchlight as his lips pull back in something between smile and snarl. "My mate carrying multiple cubs. Marked and claimed and bred so thoroughly that no one could mistake who you belong to."

"Yes," I admit, past shame, past pride, reduced to pure honesty by the pleasure building inside me. "Want to be full of you. Full of your cubs."

Something in my admission breaks his control. His movements become harder, faster, the wet sounds of our joining growing obscene as he pounds into me with abandon. The headof his cock hits my cervix with each thrust, the slight pain only heightening the pleasure.

"Going to fill you up," he promises, his breathing growing ragged. "Going to knot you so deep you'll feel me for days. Pump you so full of my seed your belly swells with it."

His knot grows larger with each thrust, stretching my entrance beyond what should be possible. The burn transforms into something exquisite, my body yielding to the impossible intrusion with eager willingness that would horrify me if I could think clearly.

"Please," I beg, the word a broken sob as tension coils tighter in my core. "Need your knot. Need it now."

Fritz's tail unwraps from my thigh to curl around my calf instead, using the new leverage to tilt my hips at a different angle. The change in position lets him push deeper, his cock hitting spots inside me I didn't know existed.

"Mine," he growls, the word a claim and a promise and a prayer all at once. "My omega. My mate."

"Yours," I agree, the truth of it settling into my bones. "Always yours."

His hand slides between us again, calloused thumb finding my clit with unerring accuracy. The touch is perfectly calibrated—firm enough to drive me higher but not so hard it hurts. The dual sensation of his thumb circling my clit while his barbed cock drives into me is too much.

"Fritz!" I scream as pleasure explodes outward from my core. My inner walls clamp down around him in rhythmic waves, my body milking his length as though desperate for his seed despite already carrying his child.

The contractions of my climax trigger his rut response. With a roar that would terrify me from anyone else, he drives forward one final time, his knot pushing past the last resistance to lockus together completely. I feel him pulse inside me, hot spurts of seed flooding my womb in quantities that seem impossible.

The pressure of his knot against spots inside me that no human cock could reach triggers a second orgasm that crashes through me without warning. My vision whites out at the edges, my body seizing with pleasure so intense it borders on pain.

"Taking me so perfectly," he praises, his voice wrecked with his own release. "Such a good omega, taking all your alpha's seed."

His knot continues to swell inside me, locking us together so completely that not a drop of his seed can escape. The fullness is overwhelming, stretching me to my absolute limit. I can feel each pulse of his release, each throb of his cock as it empties into me.

"So much," I gasp, feeling my belly distend slightly from the sheer volume. "So full of you."

"That's it," he growls, hips making tiny grinding motions that shift his knot against my sensitive inner walls. "Take every drop. Let your body use it to nurture our cubs."

The possessiveness in his voice sends aftershocks of pleasure rippling through me. My channel continues to squeeze his length, involuntary contractions milking him for every last drop of seed. His tail curls tighter around my leg, the fur-covered muscle quivering with the same pleasure coursing through the rest of his powerful body.

When he dips his head to my throat, I tilt my chin up instinctively, offering my claiming mark without hesitation. His fangs graze the sensitized skin there, the threat of those deadly weapons held in perfect control making my pulse race. When he bites down, renewing the mark with careful precision, another miniature orgasm washes through me.

"Fritz," I whimper, overwhelmed by sensation and emotion alike. "Alpha."

"I've got you," he murmurs against my throat, tongue lapping at the fresh mark to soothe the sting. "My omega. My mate."

Locked together by biology designed for optimal breeding, we have no choice but to remain joined. His knot will take almost an hour to subside, nature ensuring his seed stays exactly where it's meant to be. Despite already carrying his cub, my body responds as though fresh impregnation remains possible, inner walls continuing to ripple around him in gentle waves that draw soft growls of pleasure from his chest.

With careful movements that avoid disturbing our connection, Fritz maneuvers us onto our sides, his larger form curled protectively around mine. One arm slides beneath my head as a pillow while the other wraps around my waist, hand splayed possessively over my slightly rounded belly.

His tongue rasps against my claiming mark again, the slightly rough texture soothing rather than arousing now. The steady rhythm of his breathing against my back gradually slows as the most intense rut response subsides, though his knot remains firmly locked inside me.

As his knot finally begins to subside, allowing minimal movement without separation, he shifts to look down at me. His golden eyes—still contracted to vertical slits in aftermath of rut—study my face with intensity that once frightened but now creates security.