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Without warning, Neros produces a sound I've never heard before—a deep, resonant call that vibrates through the water and seems to penetrate my very bones. It's not speech but pure communication, announcing his successful claim, warning away potential rivals, declaring his territory.

The sound triggers something primitive within me. My back arches involuntarily, presenting my entrance more prominently, my body offering itself without conscious thought. The omega in me recognizes this sound as the prelude to breeding and responds accordingly.

His tentacles move with synchronized purpose now, at least a dozen of them emerging from his transforming body. They wrap around my thighs, spreading them wider than I thought possible. Others curl around my waist, lifting my hips to theperfect angle for breeding. Two more secure my wrists, pulling them behind my back in a position that forces my chest forward, my breasts presented for his attention. I am completely immobilized, positioned like breeding livestock, and the most horrifying part is how my body responds to this treatment—more slick, more heat, more desperate whining sounds I can't seem to stop making.

"Perfect," he murmurs, hands joining his tentacles in their exploration of my body.

His cock presses against my entrance, impossibly thick and textured with ridges that I know will stimulate every sensitive spot inside me. But he doesn't thrust forward immediately. Instead, a smaller tentacle snakes between my thighs, circling my clit with deliberate pressure that has me whimpering. Another probes at my entrance, sliding inside with sinuous grace, testing my readiness while spreading my own slick along sensitive tissues.

"So responsive," he murmurs, watching my body writhe against his restraining appendages. "Your body was made for this, for me."

Two more tentacles slide up my body to curl around my breasts, the slightly textured undersides creating exquisite friction against my nipples. I feel surrounded, penetrated, possessed at every point of contact. My skin burns where his tentacles touch, the contrast between my heat and his cool, damp flesh creating sensations that border on electrical.

When he finally positions his cock at my entrance, I'm already trembling on the edge of climax from the multiple points of stimulation. There's no hesitation, no gentle preparation—we're both too far gone for such niceties. He thrusts forward in a single powerful movement, filling me so completely that I feel the breath forced from my lungs.

I cry out, the sound more pleasure than pain. My body, once resistant to his alien anatomy, now welcomes him as though designed specifically for this purpose. My channel stretches around him, slick easing his passage while still allowing me to feel every ridge and contour of his inhuman length.

"Mine," he growls again, establishing a ruthless rhythm that speaks to the depth of his rut. "Say it."

"Yours," I gasp, the admission falling from my lips without resistance. In this moment, it's simply truth—my body belongs to him completely, shaped by his claiming, responsive to his touch in ways I couldn't have imagined before captivity.

His tentacles continue their merciless exploration, finding every sensitive spot with unerring accuracy. One slides between my buttocks, circling the tight ring of muscle there before pressing forward with gentle insistence. The intrusion should feel invasive, humiliating, but my heat-drunk body welcomes this additional penetration, nerves firing with pleasure I never knew was possible.

Two more tentacles snake around to stroke my clit from different angles simultaneously, creating a triangulation of pressure that has my vision blurring at the edges. Others wrap tighter around my breasts, squeezing in rhythm with his thrusts while the tips flick across my hardened nipples with maddening precision.

"Good omega," he praises, the words sending another rush of slick around his invading length. "Taking me so well in every entrance."

The claiming continues with increasing intensity, Neros demonstrating stamina that exceeds even our previous sessions. His rut grants him supernatural endurance, allowing him to maintain a pace that has me spiraling quickly toward release. When my first orgasm crashes through me, he doesn't slow orpause but continues his relentless rhythm, forcing my body to accept pleasure beyond what seems possible.

The climax shatters me, fragmenting my consciousness into primitive receptors of sensation. I am reduced to nothing but nerve endings and evolutionary imperative, my entire existence narrowed to the points where his body connects with mine. My vision swims with bioluminescent patterns, his markings and mine blending in the water around us, becoming a single light signature announcing our mating to the depths.

A second orgasm builds immediately on the heels of the first, my oversensitized body somehow hungry for more. The tentacle in my second entrance pushes deeper, establishing a counter-rhythm to his primary thrusts that has me sobbing with overwhelming sensation. The dual penetration creates a fullness beyond anything I've experienced, pressure and friction multiplied across every internal surface designed for pleasure.

"More," I hear myself begging, the word torn from some primal place I didn't know existed within me. "Please, alpha, more."

Neros responds by introducing yet another tentacle, this one sliding past my lips to fill my mouth—a complete claiming of every entrance my body offers. The invasion should feel degrading, but in my heat-induced delirium, it feels like completion. The taste of him—salt and something uniquely kraken—floods my senses as I instinctively suck on the appendage, my tongue tracing the textured surface.

Through waters growing cloudy with our combined pheromones, I glimpse our reflection in the polished stone wall—his massive form covering mine completely, tentacles extended in every direction, my body completely engulfed by his. We no longer appear as separate beings but as a single organism joined at multiple points, his darker coloration bleeding into my paler flesh where we connect.

"Need to breed you," he growls against my neck, his control fracturing further. "Fill you with my offspring."

The words trigger my third orgasm, more intense than any before, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around his length in spasms so powerful they border on pain. This response should horrify me—that breeding talk could trigger such pleasure—but I'm beyond such concerns now, lost in biological imperative that demands I accept his seed, carry his child, continue his bloodline.

"Yes," I find myself agreeing, the word torn from some primal place I didn't know existed within me. "Breed me, alpha."

His rhythm falters at my words, his breathing growing ragged against my shoulder. The tentacles restraining me tighten their grip as his control slips further. I feel the base of his cock beginning to swell, the knot forming that will lock us together and ensure maximum breeding potential. The sensation of being stretched beyond what should be physically possible only heightens my pleasure, my body producing more slick to ease the final stage of claiming.

"My perfect mate," he says, voice strained with the effort of maintaining control long enough to knot me properly.

When the knot finally locks in place, the sensation triggers my fourth orgasm, so powerful that consciousness fragments like shattered glass. My vision disappears entirely, replaced by explosive patterns of light that seem to exist both within and outside my body. I'm dimly aware of screaming, the sound inhuman and primal, wrung from my throat by pleasure so acute it obliterates thought.

As the wave of pleasure crests, Neros sinks his teeth into the juncture of my neck and shoulder, breaking skin in a claiming bite so deep I know it will scar permanently. The sharp pain cuts through even the overwhelming pleasure, somehow intensifying everything. This is no symbolic gesture—this is aprimal marking, a physical manifestation of his claim that will be visible to every alpha who might look upon me.

Neros roars his completion, the sound traveling through water and air, announcing his successful breeding to anyone within hearing distance. The vibrations of his vocalization ripple through my overstimulated body, prolonging my climax until I think I might lose my mind completely.

His release is unlike anything I've experienced before, even in our previous couplings. The volume of seed pumping into my womb feels endless, hot and thick, filling me beyond capacity until my lower abdomen visibly distends with the influx. The pressure creates a new kind of pleasure-pain, my body stretching to accommodate the impossible quantity of his seed. The tentacle in my mouth withdraws just as I begin to taste the first drops of his essence there too—a complete marking of every orifice.

"Taking all of it," he growls with approval, hands splayed across my swollen belly. "Perfect breeding vessel."