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"It's just heat," I gasp, trying to maintain some scrap of dignity as my body betrays me completely. "Just biology. Not me."

His laugh is dark and knowing as he circles me, his massive form casting shifting shadows across my suspended body. "Still lying to yourself? Your body knows the truth." His tentacle slides deeper between my thighs, one suction cup attaching directly to my clit with precise pressure that makes stars explode behind my eyes like a very effective biological fireworks display. "And so do I."

I cry out, back arching against his restraint as pleasure spikes through me with shocking intensity. My inner walls clench around nothing, desperate for filling that only he can provide. The emptiness becomes unbearable, a physical ache that borders on pain.

"Please," I hear myself whimper, the omega cry for alpha attention slipping past my defenses like a very needy biological ambassador. "Please, I need?—"

"Tell me what you need," Neros demands, his face inches from mine, golden eyes consuming my field of vision. "Say it. Beg for it."

"I need you inside me," I confess, shame burning alongside heat as the words spill forth unbidden. "I need to be filled. Please, alpha."

The title slips out without conscious thought, a biological recognition that transcends rational resistance. Neros' skin darkens further with pleasure at the submission, his bioluminescent patterns flaring brighter in response like a very satisfied Christmas tree with territorial issues.

"Good omega," he purrs, the praise sending a shiver of unwanted pleasure down my spine. "You're learning."

His cock emerges from its concealed sheath, already fully extended, monstrously thick with textured ridges spiraling along its length like someone designed it specifically to ruin my ability to form coherent thoughts. The head flares wider than the shaft, designed to stimulate every sensitive spot inside me. Even in my heat-drunk state, the size seems impossible—thicker than my wrist, long enough to reach places no human could touch.

"You were made to take this," Neros growls, positioning himself between my spread thighs. His tentacles adjust my body to the optimal angle for penetration, tilting my hips to present my dripping sex for his use. "Made to be bred by me."

Two more tentacles join the others, one wrapping around each thigh, spreading my legs so wide it borders on pain. Another slithers between us, circling my clit with maddening precision while yet another explores the seam of my ass, the dual sensations creating a circuit of pleasure that shorts out rational thought. The coordination is terrifying—each appendage moving with independent purpose yet harmonized toward a single goal: my complete submission.

When he pushes inside, there's still the stretch and burn of something too large breaching my body, but nothing like the tearing pain of our first claiming. My transformed biology accommodates him with eager efficiency, inner walls yieldingrather than fighting his invasion like they've been specifically renovated for this purpose.

"Fuck," I gasp as he fills me inch by agonizing inch, each ridge along his length creating friction against newly sensitive spots inside me. "How are you—why does it feel so?—"

"Because you're mine," he answers, tentacles tightening their grip as he establishes a rhythm that sends waves of pleasure crashing through me with each thrust. One tentacle still works my clit in perfect counterpoint to his thrusts, while another slides between my ass cheeks, circling that tight entrance without penetrating, the dual stimulation creating overwhelming sensation. "Your body knows who it belongs to now."

His size means each stroke reaches depths no human could touch, the flared head of his cock pressing against my cervix with each thrust. The pressure borders on pain yet sends sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine, a sensation so intense it fragments consciousness into prismatic shards of need.

All the while, his tentacles work in coordinated assault on my senses like a very dedicated octopus orchestra playing the symphony of my destruction. One writhes between us, the suction cups attaching to my clit with precise pressure that builds tension at the base of my spine. Two more manipulate my breasts, the alien texture of those appendages creating friction against my nipples that sends electricity arcing through my nervous system. Another explores the tight pucker of my ass, circling and teasing with insistent pressure that adds shocking dimension to the pleasure.

"Look at you take me," Neros rumbles, one massive hand splaying across my lower abdomen where the outline of his cock visibly distends my belly with each thrust. "Perfect little breeding vessel. Made to be filled with my seed."

The crude words should disgust me. Instead, they trigger another flood of slick, my inner walls clenching around his invading length with eager welcome. My head falls back, neck exposed in unconscious omega submission as sounds emerge from my throat I barely recognize—high, needy whimpers begging for alpha completion.

Without warning, the tentacle teasing my ass pushes inside, the initial breach burning until slick gathered from my dripping sex eases its passage. The dual penetration creates a fullness beyond imagination, the thin membrane separating the tentacle from his cock allowing me to feel both moving inside me, stretching me in ways that should be impossible. The sensation borders on too much, too intense, yet my body accommodates this invasion with the same eager welcome it shows his cock.

"Mine," Neros growls, his pace increasing as his own control fractures at the edges. His skin darkens to near-black, the patterns across it pulsing faster, brighter. "Say it. Tell me who you belong to."

"Yours," I sob, the word torn from some primal part of me I barely recognize as myself. Heat has burned away the last barriers of resistance, leaving only raw biological need. "I'm yours, alpha. Please—I need?—"

His mouth crashes down on mine, not a kiss but another form of claiming. His tongue invades with the same dominance as his cock and tentacles, mapping this territory with thorough possession. I should resist, should bite, should maintain this last boundary at least. Instead, I find myself yielding completely, my mouth opening to grant deeper access, my tongue meeting his in a dance of submission that feels like fundamental surrender.

The kiss continues as his pace intensifies, his tentacles coordinating their assault on every sensitive point of my body like a very thorough military operation with extremely personal objectives. The one in my ass thrusts in counterpoint to hiscock, creating rhythmic pressure that sends shockwaves of pleasure radiating outward. Others manipulate my breasts with increasingly rough attention, the suction cups attaching to my nipples with pressure that borders on pain yet transforms into sharp spikes of pleasure.

When he finally breaks the kiss, his golden eyes consume my field of vision, pupils dilated until only thin rings of gold remain. "Tell me what you need," he demands, slowing his pace to torturous deliberation, each ridge dragging against my inner walls with agonizing precision. "Tell me what you need, omega."

"Your knot," I whimper, beyond shame, beyond resistance. "Please. I need your knot. Need your seed. Need you to breed me."

The admission tears away the final veil between defiance and surrender. My hips buck against his restraint, seeking deeper penetration, my body actively participating in its own claiming with desperate enthusiasm. My hands, still secured by his tentacles, strain not to fight but to touch him, to pull him closer, to ensure the deepest possible joining.

"That's it," he encourages, pace increasing to punishing intensity. Each thrust drives his cock deeper, the ridges stimulating places inside me I never knew existed. "Take what you were made for. Take all of me."

When his knot begins to swell at the base of his cock, the stretch is still intense but welcomed by my eager body. My inner walls clench around the growing bulge, biological imperative demanding the lock that will ensure successful breeding. The pressure against that spot deep inside triggers cascading waves of pleasure that tear a scream from my throat.

"Mine," Neros roars as his knot locks us together completely. "My omega. My breeder."

His release floods my womb in hot pulses, the quantity so abundant my lower belly visibly distends with his seed. Thesensation triggers my own climax, my body convulsing around his length with biological efficiency designed for maximum breeding potential. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me, each more intense than the last, until I'm nothing but sensation and surrender.