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His hands grip my thighs, lifting me effortlessly until my legs rest over his shoulders, my weight supported entirely by his strength. The position leaves me completely open to his mouth, vulnerable in a way that would terrify me with anyone else.

"Fritz," I gasp as his tongue delves deeper, finding places inside me that send sparks dancing across my vision. "Please?—"

"Please what?" he teases, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes. "Tell me exactly what you need."

"More," I manage, past shame, past pride. "Don't stop."

His rumbling purr of approval vibrates against my core as he gives me exactly what I've asked for. His tongue—longer and more flexible than any human's—pushes inside me, reaching places that make my thighs tremble around his head.

The pleasure builds with ruthless efficiency, his instinctive understanding of my body making resistance futile. When his thumb finds my clit, circling with perfect pressure while his tongue continues its devastating exploration, the climax crashes through me without warning.

"Fritz!" I cry out, fingers tangling in his fur as waves of pleasure radiate outward from my core. My inner walls clench around his tongue, body greedy for fullness it won't find until he claims me properly.

He works me through the aftershocks, gentling his touch as sensitivity peaks but not withdrawing completely. When he finally pulls away, his chin glistens with evidence of my pleasure, his eyes burning with hunger not yet sated.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, rising to his full impressive height before me. "Love watching you come apart for me."

Without warning, I push him backward toward our bed, surprising him enough that he allows the movement. When his legs hit the edge, I press harder, and he sits, eyebrow raised in silent question.

"My turn," I tell him, reaching for the fastenings of his clothing with growing confidence. Once, I would have hesitated to show such boldness with an alpha. Now, I know it drives him wild to see me take what I want from him.

His cock springs free as I open his breeches, already fully erect, the specialized ridges along its length partially extended in anticipation of claiming. The sight still makes my mouth go dry—his size significantly larger than human norm, the alien features that once frightened now arousing beyond reason.

"You're magnificent," I tell him, enjoying the flash of surprise that crosses his features. Fritz receives praise for his military prowess, his strategic mind, his leadership capabilities—but rarely for his physical form. "Perfect for me. Made to fit inside me."

His growl of approval sends fresh heat between my thighs as I straddle him, positioning myself above his impressive length. The head presses against my entrance, already slick from his earlier attentions and my own arousal.

"Mine," he growls as I begin to sink down, taking him inside with deliberate slowness that tests both our control.

The stretch is exquisite—burning pleasure-pain as my body accommodates his inhuman girth. The ridges catch against my inner walls, creating friction that draws a moan from deep in my throat. When I'm fully seated, his cock filling me completely, I pause to adjust to the fullness.

"Look at you," he praises, hands settling at my hips with careful restraint. "Taking me so perfectly while carrying our cub."

His words send another flood of wetness coating his length, the crude praise affecting me as strongly as physical stimulation. I begin to move, establishing a rhythm that builds pleasure with every rise and fall.

"You were made for this," he continues, voice dropping to that register that seems to vibrate directly through my bones. "Made to take my cock, to carry my cubs, to rule at my side."

The last part—the acknowledgment of partnership beyond mere biological claiming—pushes me closer to the edge. My movements become more erratic as pleasure builds, the ridges along his length fully extended now to create almost unbearable friction against my most sensitive places.

"That's it," he encourages, one hand moving to where we're joined, thumb finding my clit with unerring accuracy. "Come for me again. Show me how much you need this."

The combination of his words, his touch, and the fullness of him inside me shatters my control completely. The orgasm tears through me with blinding intensity, inner walls clamping down around his length as wave after wave of pleasure radiates outward from my core.

"Fritz!" I cry out, back arching as sensation threatens to overwhelm me entirely. "Alpha!"

My release triggers his own, his control finally breaking as his hands tighten on my hips. His knot swells inside me and I feel him pulse, seed pumping deep.

"Mine," he growls, the word containing truth neither of us questions anymore. "My mate. Mother of my cubs. My omega."

"Yours," I agree, collapsing against his chest as aftershocks continue to pulse through me. "Always yours."

His arms wrap around me, holding me against him as our breathing gradually steadies. His heart thunders beneath my ear, the sound creating security I never expected to find in this conquered world.

"We've built something real here," I say, shifting to look into his golden eyes. "Something beyond what either of us imagined when you first claimed me."

"Partnership," he agrees, clawed hand rising to trace my claiming mark with reverent touch. "Protection through strength rather than submission. The evolution our kinds need to survive in this new world."

The assessment cuts to the heart of what we've created—not merely family or fortress security, but a model for coexistence that challenges assumptions both human and Prime hold about their places in post-Conquest hierarchy.