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The sound of my name on her lips ignites something primal inside me. Not 'alpha' or 'captor' but my name—recognition of me as an individual, not just a designation. I need to taste every inch of her, need to erase any trace of another alpha's interest in what's mine.

I press my face against her throat, inhaling deeply at the scent gland there, now swollen with responsive pheromones. My tongue lashes out, tasting the sweet essence of her, the unique flavor that marks her as my perfect match. My teeth graze the sensitive spot, not breaking skin but letting her feel the promise of permanent marking.

"Mine," I growl against her pulse point. "Only mine."

"Yes," she gasps, tilting her head to expose her throat further—an omega submission gesture she's never offered voluntarily before. "Yours."

I can't maintain gentle exploration. Not now. Not with rut chemicals raging through my system, demanding immediate reclaiming of my territory. My tentacles position her with ruthless efficiency, spreading her arms wide, holding her legs apart, presenting her for my taking.

"Going to fill you so full," I promise, voice barely recognizable through the growl rumbling from my chest. "Going to breed you until there's no doubt who you belong to."

My cock emerges fully from its sheath, harder and thicker than I've ever felt it, the ridges along its length pulsing with the same bright patterns that mark my skin. Pre-seed leaks from the tip, my body preparing to stake its claim in the most primal way possible.

I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her slick folds. Despite my size, her body welcomes me, inner tissues parting as I push forward in one powerful thrust that seats me fully inside her.

"Fuck," I snarl as her tight heat engulfs me. "So perfect. So tight. Made for my cock."

She cries out, not in pain but in pleasure, her inner walls clenching around me with familiar welcome. Her body has adapted perfectly to take me, a fact that sends savage satisfaction coursing through me. The other alpha might look, might want, but only I can fit her like this, only I have reshaped her inner passages to accommodate my alien dimensions.

I begin to move, setting a punishing rhythm that has nothing to do with gentle pleasure and everything to do with staking claim. My tentacles hold her exactly where I want her, immobilized for my taking, while others continue exploring herbody, finding every sensitive spot that makes her gasp and moan.

"Look at you," I growl, watching her face contort with pleasure as I drive deeper. "Taking all of me. Such a perfect little breeding vessel."

Her eyes flash with momentary defiance even as her body welcomes each thrust. "Not—just—a vessel," she manages between gasps.

The challenge only inflames me further. I adjust the angle, hitting that spot deep inside that makes her eyes roll back. "No. You're mine. All of you. Body. Mind. Will."

My tentacles tighten their grip as I pound into her, one sliding between us to circle her clit with merciless precision. Another wraps around her throat, not choking but applying pressure to her scent gland that sends waves of submission chemicals through her system. Two more manipulate her breasts, the suction cups creating exquisite sensations that have her arching against my restraint.

"Going to fill you with my seed," I promise, feeling my control fracturing as pleasure builds at the base of my spine. "Going to breed you so full no one will ever question who you belong to."

"Neros," she gasps, using my name again in a way that sends electric currents of possession through me. "Please—I need?—"

"Tell me," I demand, slowing my thrusts to torturous deliberation. "Tell me what you need."

"You," she admits, the word stripped of calculation or strategy. "I need you. Need you to fill me."

I roar my triumph, resuming my punishing pace. The water around us churns with the force of our mating, my tentacles maintaining their grip on her smaller form as I claim what's mine with brutal efficiency.

When I feel her inner walls begin to spasm around my length, I drive deeper still, grinding against that spot that makes her scream. "That's it. Come for me. Show me who this cunt belongs to."

Her climax crashes through her with visible force, her back arching impossibly as her inner muscles clamp down on my cock with pulsing contractions. The sight, sound, and feel of her pleasure triggers my own release, my knot swelling with unprecedented speed, locking us together as my seed pumps into her in thick, hot jets.

"Mine," I snarl, grinding my knot deeper inside her, ensuring not a drop of my seed escapes. "Take it all. Take everything I have to give you."

Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me as I empty myself inside her, her belly visibly distending with the volume of my release. The sensation is beyond anything I've experienced in previous matings—not just physical satisfaction but something deeper, more complete. Each pulse of seed feels like staking claim not just to her body but to something essential in her being.

When she comes again from the pressure of my knot against her most sensitive spots, the contractions of her inner walls milk more seed from me in a feedback loop of pleasure that seems endless. I can feel every flutter of her muscles, every pulse of blood through her veins, as if the boundaries between our bodies have temporarily dissolved.

In the aftermath, as we float joined by my knot, her fingers trace the patterns across my chest with newfound boldness. I'm still buried deep inside her, my seed still pumping in smaller waves, our bodies locked together by biology neither can deny.

"The territory is more than I expected," she finally says, breaking silence with characteristic directness. "Your civilization is...impressive."

The admission satisfies something deeper than alpha pride. "There is more to show you when you're ready."

"And Vexar?" she asks, strategic mind already calculating implications of the encounter. "Will he be a problem?"

My tentacles tighten instinctively around her smaller form, pulling her closer against my chest. "Not for you. I've claimed you. No other kraken will touch what's mine."