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He shifts suddenly, flipping our position without breaking connection. Now I'm beneath him, pinned by his much larger form, his cock driving deeper with the new angle. His tentacles spread my thighs wider, exposing me completely to his claiming.

"You are," he insists, his thrusts becoming harder, more demanding. "Say it, omega. Acknowledge the truth."

"Please," I sob, overwhelmed by sensation, by the fullness, by the pleasure building to unbearable levels. "Please, alpha."

The word slips out unbidden, and Neros roars in triumph, his pace increasing as the base of his cock begins to swell, the beginning of the knot that will lock us together. His tentacles continue their relentless stimulation, ensuring my pleasure even as he seeks his own completion.

"Again," he demands, one hand sliding between us to apply direct pressure to my clit. "Call me what I am to you."

"Alpha," I cry out, unable to resist as pleasure spirals tighter, higher, consuming every scrap of resistance. "My alpha."

The words trigger something in both of us—his knot expanding fully, locking us together as my inner walls clamp down in rhythmic pulses. The orgasm that crashes through me is like nothing I've experienced before, wave after wave of pleasure so intense it borders on pain. I convulse around him, my body milking his length with biological efficiency designed for breeding success.

With a roar that shakes the water around us, Neros finds his own release, his seed flooding my womb in hot pulses. The quantity is obscene, my lower belly visibly distending with the volume pumped into me, his knot ensuring not a drop escapes.

In the aftermath, locked together by biology, I turn my face away, unable to bear the triumph in his golden eyes. But he catches my chin with gentle yet implacable force, turning me back to face him.

"Look at me," he commands softly. "See the truth of what just happened."

Tears blur my vision as I meet his gaze. "You won. Is that what you want to hear? You broke me."

"No," he says, surprising me. "I didn't break you. I revealed you. There's a difference."

"What difference does it matter?" I ask bitterly. "I just begged you to fuck me. I called you alpha. I—" My voice breaks on a sob. "I enjoyed it."

"Yes," he agrees, one hand stroking my cheek with unexpected gentleness. "You did. Not because I forced you, not because of heat alone, but because this is who you are beneath the chemical suppression and defiance."

"No," I whisper, but the protest sounds hollow even to my own ears.

We remain joined as his knot gradually subsides, my body occasionally clenching around him in aftershocks that send smaller waves of pleasure rippling through me. His tentacles cradle me against him, not restraining but supporting, almost... protective.

The realization should disturb me more than it does.

When his knot finally releases enough for separation, I expect him to withdraw completely. Instead, he remains pressed against me, his scent enveloping me in a cocoon of alpha pheromones that keeps my heat simmering just below the surface.

"Your peak cycle requires multiple claimings," he says, his voice rumbling through me where our chests press together. "The first merely takes the edge off."

I should protest. Should summon whatever scraps of defiance remain. Instead, I feel my body responding to his words, slick gathering again between my thighs where his seed still drips from me.

"I can't," I manage, though my body clearly disagrees. "Not again. Not so soon."

His laugh is dark and knowing. "Your body says otherwise, little omega. Feel how it prepares already for the next claiming."

His tentacles shift, one sliding between us to gather the mixture of his seed and my slick, using it to trace patterns across my skin that leave fire in their wake. Another wraps around my thigh, gently but insistently urging my legs apart again.

"Present for me," he commands, the words vibrating through the water with alpha authority.

To my horror, my body responds before conscious thought can intervene. I find myself turning over, rising to hands and knees in the classic omega presentation posture, back arched to display my dripping sex, head lowered in submission. The position feels simultaneously foreign and deeply familiar, as if written into my genetic code.

"Beautiful," Neros murmurs, his hands tracing the curve of my spine, coming to rest on my hips. "This is how omegas were meant to be taken. To be bred."

His words should repulse me. Instead, they send another flood of slick coating my thighs, my inner walls clenching with renewed emptiness. His tentacles continue their exploration, sliding across my skin with cool deliberation, finding every sensitive spot with unerring accuracy.

One tentacle slips between my breasts, the suction cups attaching to my nipples with rhythmic pressure that sends jolts of sensation straight to my core. Another traces the seam of my ass, a teasing touch that makes me shiver with unexpected anticipation.

"Please," I hear myself whisper, pressing back against his touch, seeking more contact, more pressure, more of everything.

"Please what?" Neros asks, his cock emerging again from its sheath, pressing against my entrance without penetrating. "Tell me what you need, omega."