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"I need..." The words stick in my throat, each admission carrying me further from the person I once was. "I need you inside me. Need you to fill me."

"Like this?" he asks, pressing just the tip inside, then withdrawing—a maddening tease that leaves me whimpering. "Or like this?" He thrusts forward suddenly, filling me in one powerful stroke that drives the breath from my lungs.

The angle is deeper this way, his cock reaching places inside me that make sparks dance behind my eyelids. Each ridge along his length drags against my inner walls, creating friction that borders on painful yet sends pleasure cascading through my nervous system.

"Yes," I gasp, pressing back to meet his thrust, taking him deeper. "Like that. Please, like that."

His tentacles tighten their grip, supporting my weight as he begins a punishing rhythm, each thrust driving deeper than the last. One tentacle slides around to find my clit, circling with precise pressure that builds tension at the base of my spine.

"Who do you belong to?" Neros demands, his pace increasing, the water around us churning with the force of his movements.

"No one," I try to say, but the word transforms into a moan as he hits a spot deep inside that sends electricity arcing through me.

"Wrong answer," he growls, a tentacle wrapping around my throat, applying gentle pressure that makes my pulse race. "Try again."

The pressure builds with each thrust, pleasure spiraling tighter, higher, consuming rational thought. His tentacles seem to be everywhere at once—around my throat, between my breasts, circling my clit, supporting my weight as my arms threaten to give out.

"You," I finally gasp, the admission torn from somewhere primal and true. "I belong to you. Alpha."

His roar of triumph vibrates through the water as his pace becomes relentless, driving me toward a peak I can neither control nor escape. His cock swells inside me, the beginning of his knot stretching me wider with each thrust.

"Mine," he snarls, one hand tangling in my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat in the ultimate submission posture. "Say it again."

"Yours," I sob, pleasure building to unbearable levels, my body convulsing around his invading length. "I'm yours, alpha."

The orgasm crashes through me with devastating intensity, wave after wave of pleasure that fragments consciousness into prismatic shards. My inner walls clamp down in rhythmic pulses, milking his length as his knot locks inside me completely.

With a final powerful thrust, Neros finds his own release, flooding my womb with another load of hot seed. The dual sensations—his knot stretching me to the limit and his release filling me beyond capacity—trigger another orgasm that tears a scream from my throat.

We collapse together, his massive form covering mine completely as we remain locked by his knot. His tentacles continue their gentle exploration, soothing now rather than arousing, tracing patterns across my sweat-slicked skin.

"Good omega," he murmurs against my neck, the praise sending an unexpected warmth through my chest. "So responsive. So perfect for breeding."

I should hate the words. Should hate him. Should hate myself for responding. But in this moment, floating in the aftermath of pleasure so intense it borders on transcendence, I can't summon the energy for hatred. Can barely remember why I should resist at all.

Time loses meaning as we remain joined, his knot ensuring his seed stays deep inside me where it can do its work. The luminescent patterns beneath my skin pulse brighter now, matching the rhythm of his own markings where our bodies press together. Physical manifestation of a deeper joining, a transformation occurring on cellular level.

When his knot finally subsides enough for separation, I expect—hope—that my heat will have been satisfied, at least temporarily. Instead, the emptiness returns almost immediately, a gnawing ache that makes me whimper with renewed need.

"Again?" I ask, disbelief coloring my voice. "How is that possible?"

"Peak heat," Neros explains, turning me to face him, his golden eyes darker now, pupils fully dilated with rut. "Your body demands complete saturation. Multiple claimings ensure breeding success."

"I can't," I protest weakly, even as my body contradicts me, slick gathering between my thighs, nipples hardening to painful points. "It's too much."

"You can," he assures me, his tentacles shifting to support me as he moves us through the water to a different position. "And you will."

He arranges me to face him, my legs wrapped around his waist, our bodies pressed together from chest to pelvis. The position feels strangely intimate, almost... affectionate. His tentacles support my weight, taking the strain from muscles exhausted by our previous encounters.

"This claiming is different," he says, his voice gentler than before. "Not just for breeding, but for bonding."

Before I can ask what he means, I feel pressure at multiple points simultaneously—his cock pressing against my entrance again while smaller tentacles explore other openings. One circles the tight ring of muscle between my ass cheeks, another traces the seam of my lips, seeking entrance to my mouth.

"What are you—" I begin, but the question dissolves into a gasp as his cock pushes inside me again, stretching me anew despite our previous claimings.

"Complete claiming," Neros explains, his tentacles pressing more insistently against my other entrances. "Every part of you belongs to me. Every opening accepts my dominance."

The tentacle at my mouth pushes past my lips, the taste alien yet not unpleasant—salt and musk and something uniquely him. Another tentacle breaches my ass with careful pressure, the intrusion burning slightly despite the generous amount of slick he's gathered to ease the way.