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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.

"See how perfectly we fit," he murmurs, one hand splaying possessively across my distended abdomen where his seed works through my system. "How completely your body accepts mine."

Tears burn behind my eyes, though whether from pleasure or despair I can no longer tell. "This isn't me," I whisper, though the protest sounds hollow even to my own ears. "This is just biology. Just heat."

"Then why did your hands try to pull me deeper?" he asks, tentacles shifting to cradle me against him as we remain joined by his knot. "Why did your voice beg for my knot? Why did you call me alpha?"

I have no answer that doesn't reveal the terrifying truth—that somewhere in the claiming, the line between forced submission and willing participation blurred beyond recognition. That part of me wanted this, needed this, welcomed this with an enthusiasm that makes me question everything I thought I knew about myself.

His knot ensures we remain locked together for over an hour, his seed pulsing into my womb in smaller waves throughout. The prolonged joining creates a different kind of intimacy than our first heat's mechanical breeding—a biological communion where boundaries between separate beings blur into meaninglessness.

When his knot finally subsides enough for separation, the emptiness returns with startling immediacy. My heat hasn't been satisfied by a single claiming—if anything, it burns hotter now, my body's demand for breeding intensifying rather than diminishing like a biological fire that's just been fed more fuel.

"Please," I whimper as he withdraws, my inner walls clenching desperately around nothing, my hands reaching for him without conscious direction. "Don't leave me empty. I can't—I need?—"

"Shh," Neros soothes, his tentacles arranging my trembling body in the water. "This claiming is just the beginning. Your heat requires multiple breedings to ensure success."

Relief floods through me at his words, though the rational fragment of my mind still functioning is horrified by my reaction. I should want him gone, should celebrate each moment of separation. Instead, I count the seconds until his return, my body preparing for the next claiming with eager anticipation that feels like the ultimate betrayal.

He leaves me alone in the claiming chamber for perhaps an hour—time enough for the worst edge of need to rebuild, for slick to gather again between my thighs, for emptiness to become unbearable ache. The separation is calculated to maximize my desperation, to ensure that when he returns, I'll be beyond resistance, beyond negotiation, beyond anything but primal omega need.

The strategy works with devastating effectiveness. When Neros returns to the claiming chamber, I'm already desperate—trembling with need, slick pooling beneath me, my body burning from within like a biological engine that's been designed to run on very specific fuel.

Before I can even move toward him, his tentacles surge forward with the efficiency of someone who's had a lot of practice at this particular dance. Two wrap around my wrists,yanking them behind my back. Another curls around my throat, not choking but applying firm pressure against my scent gland that sends waves of submission cascading through my system like a very effective biological override switch. Two more tentacles capture my ankles, and with a single coordinated movement, they flip me over.

"Present," Neros commands, his voice dropping to that register that bypasses conscious thought and speaks directly to my omega hindbrain.

His tentacles force me into position—face down, ass up, the classic omega submission posture. One appendage presses between my shoulder blades, pushing my upper body lower while keeping my hips elevated. The position is humiliating, exposing my dripping sex completely to his hungry gaze like I'm a very aroused offering on a very specific altar.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, his massive form casting shadows across my trembling body. A tentacle slides up my spine, then tangles in my hair, pulling my head back to arch my neck in perfect presentation. "This is how omegas were meant to be taken. How they were meant to be bred."

Another tentacle slides around to wrap around my throat, applying gentle pressure that makes my pulse race and my mind go fuzzy with submission chemicals. Two more find my breasts, dangling beneath me in this position, the suction cups attaching to my nipples with rhythmic pressure that sends jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

My only response is a high, needy whimper—omega vocalization signaling desperate readiness for alpha claiming. The sound emerges without conscious direction, a biological communication older than language itself.

A thin tentacle slithers beneath me, finding my clit with unerring accuracy. The suction cups attach with precise pressure, creating a pulsing rhythm that builds tension at thebase of my spine. Another, thicker tentacle traces the seam of my ass, gathering slick from my dripping entrance and spreading it higher, circling that tight ring of muscle with insistent pressure.

"Tell me what you need," Neros demands, his cock already extended, pressing against my entrance without penetrating. "Beg for it, omega."

"Please," I sob, pushing back against him, seeking the filling my body craves with single-minded desperation. "Please fuck me. Breed me. Fill me with your seed. Please, alpha."

The words pour forth without shame, without restraint, heat burning away the last fragments of resistance until nothing remains but primal need. The tentacle at my ass pushes forward slightly, creating pressure that makes me gasp at the new sensation.

When he finally enters me, the relief is so intense it borders on religious experience—a filling of emptiness that transcends physical sensation. My inner walls clench around him with eager welcome, adapting perfectly to his impossible size and alien shape.

Simultaneously, the tentacle breaches my ass, creating a dual penetration that steals the breath from my lungs. The sensation of being filled in both channels at once is overwhelming—too much, too intense—yet my body accommodates the invasion with eager welcome like it's been specifically designed for this purpose. The thin membrane separating the two allows me to feel both his cock and the tentacle moving against each other inside me, creating friction that sends electricity arcing through my nervous system.

"Good omega," Neros praises, his voice a deep rumble that vibrates through the water around us. "Taking both so well. Such a perfect breeding vessel."

The praise sends shivers of pleasure down my spine, my omega biology responding to alpha approval with hardwiredsatisfaction. This claiming is more intense than the first—not just in position but in the sheer domination of having multiple tentacles controlling my every movement while his cock and another tentacle claim me internally.

Neros grips my hips with bruising force, his thrusts harder, deeper, more punishing than before. The tentacles at my nipples increase their suction, creating sharp spikes of pleasure-pain that connect directly to my core. The one at my clit continues its relentless stimulation, building pressure at the base of my spine that threatens to shatter me completely.

Most incredible of all is the tentacle inside my ass, which seems to have a mind of its own and very specific ideas about how to make me lose mine. It pulses and curls with precise movements, pressing against a spot through the thin wall that makes white-hot pleasure explode behind my eyes. Combined with his cock filling my core, the dual stimulation creates a circuit of sensation that short-circuits rational thought.

"Mine," he growls, one hand tangling in my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat in the ultimate submission posture. The tentacle around my neck tightens slightly, reinforcing his dominance. "Say it again. Tell me who you belong to."

"Yours," I gasp as he hits a spot deep inside that makes stars explode behind my eyes. "I'm yours, alpha. Only yours."