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When the pants fall away, I can't stop my desperate gaze from dropping to what's revealed.

My breath catches in my throat, a strange mixture of fear and anticipation flooding through me.

His cock stands fully erect, far larger than human proportions—thicker than my wrist, longer than should be physically possible.

The specialized ridges along its length have already begun to emerge, the barbs that will extend fully once inside me.

The head gleams with moisture in the dim light, his own body's preparation for claiming.

Most shocking is the already visible swelling at the base—the knot that will lock us together, ensuring his seed floods my womb with nowhere to escape. It's massive, impossibly so, yet my omega biology responds with eager anticipation, my empty channel clenching painfully at the sight.

"Alpha," I whimper, the title slipping out unbidden. "Your knot... I need..."

A growl rumbles from his chest, the sound purely animal.

The last of his clothing falls away, revealing his inhuman form in full glory.

Fur covers not just his torso but runs along his powerful thighs and spine.

His movements demonstrate impossible flexibility as he approaches the pallet, his skeletal structure clearly different from human design.

In this moment of rut response, he appears more beast than man, more predator than commander.

And gods help me, my body wants him with desperate intensity.

"Present," he commands, the single word carrying layers of meaning that trigger responses buried deep in my omega biology.

My body obeys before my mind can process the command, turning to hands and knees on the pallet.

My back arches sharply, hips elevating, thighs spreading wide to reveal the slick-soaked center of my need.

My head drops forward without conscious thought, neck exposed in the classic submission posture I've spent years scorning in other omegas.

The thin shift still clings to my skin, an inconsequential barrier that Fritz dispatches with one swipe of partially extended claws.

The fabric falls away in tatters, leaving me naked and presented before him, the ultimate omega submission posture that declares readiness for claiming more clearly than words ever could.

"Mine," he growls, the possessive declaration sending another flood of slick between my thighs.

The pallet dips beneath his weight as he positions himself behind me, his much larger frame radiating heat that makes my fevered skin feel cool by comparison.

One large hand settles at the small of my back, claws carefully sheathed but their pressure still distinctly felt.

The other tangles in my hair, pulling my head back to arch my spine even deeper.

"Look at you," he rumbles, voice barely recognizable through the growl that underlies each word. "Dripping for me. Ready to be bred."

His tail wraps around my upper thigh, the fur-covered muscle providing both restraint and unexpected stimulation against my sensitive skin. The touch draws a desperate moan from my throat, my hips pushing back unconsciously, seeking the fullness my body craves with single-minded intensity.

I feel the blunt head of his cock press against my entrance, impossibly large against my human anatomy despite the copious slick my body has produced.

Fear flashes through the haze of need—he's too big, it won't fit, I'll be torn apart—but the omega biology drowns rational thought beneath waves of submission.

"Alpha," I gasp, the word half-plea, half-prayer. "Need your knot. Please..."

A shudder runs through his massive frame, control visibly slipping further at my desperate begging. "You'll have it," he promises, voice dropping to a register so deep it vibrates through my bones. "Every inch. Every barb. Every drop."

He enters me with one powerful thrust that tears a scream from my throat—pain and pleasure so intertwined I can't separate them.

The stretch is beyond anything I've experienced, beyond what should be physically possible, my body forced to accommodate his inhuman size in seconds rather than the gradual adaptation it needs.

As he seats himself fully inside me, I feel the specialized ridges along his length begin to extend, transforming into the barbs that give feline alphas their distinctive anatomy.

What begins as uncomfortable fullness shifts into something else entirely as those barbs press against nerve endings I never knew existed, sending confused signals of pleasure-pain that short-circuit rational thought.

"So tight," Fritz growls against my ear, his chest pressed against my back, fur abrading my sensitive skin in ways that heighten every sensation. "So perfect for my cock, little omega."

He begins to move with measured thrusts, each withdrawal dragging those barbs against my inner walls in ways that pull broken sounds from my throat.

The initial pain recedes with shocking speed, my omega biology adapting to his impossible size with eagerness that should shame me.

Instead, I find myself pushing back against him, seeking more, deeper, harder.

"That's it," he rumbles approvingly as my body responds to his claiming. "Take what you need. Take what you're made for."

His tail tightens around my thigh as his rhythm intensifies, the fur-covered muscle providing additional control of our joining. His inhuman flexibility allows him to curve over me completely, maintaining the grip in my hair while his other hand slides beneath to find my swollen, aching center.

When his fingers apply pressure to the bundle of nerves there, I nearly collapse, only his powerful grip keeping me in the presenting position.

Pleasure cascades through me, made more intense by the continuous drag of barbed length against my inner walls, the fullness that satisfies the emptiness that's tortured me for days.

"Alpha," I sob, the word now a mantra, a surrender. "Your cock... your barbs... I need everything. Please."

The shame burns through me even as the words tumble out.

I'm begging for the very things I swore I'd never want, things I convinced myself were inferior to dragon claiming.

The admission breaks something in him. His control shatters completely, thrusts becoming harder, deeper, more primal.

His growl transforms into something ancient and terrifying, the sound of apex predator claiming mate.

The hand at my center moves back to my hip, grip tightening to the edge of pain as he pounds into me with force that would damage a human who wasn't in full heat adaptation.

"Mine," he snarls against my neck, the word barely recognizable through the rumbling growl. "Mine to claim. Mine to knot. Mine to breed."

The possessive declarations shouldn't affect me as they do, shouldn't send fresh waves of slick to ease his increasingly forceful thrusts.

I should hate this claiming, hate this alpha, hate the way my body responds so eagerly to his domination.

Instead, I find myself meeting each thrust, my channel clenching around his barbed length in greedy welcome, omega biology triumphing completely over rational thought.

I feel it then—the growing pressure at my entrance as the base of his cock begins to swell further, the specialized knot designed to lock us together during seed delivery.

Panic flares through the pleasure-haze—it's already so big, how can I possibly take more?

—but my body responds with eager anticipation, inner muscles relaxing to welcome the fullness my heat has demanded for days.

"Your knot," I gasp, the words barely coherent through panting breaths. "Give me your knot, alpha. Give me those barbs. Fill me with feline seed." The desperation in my voice disgusts me, but I can't stop. "Need it all. Need it so bad."

"You'll take it all," he growls, the words hot against my ear. "Every inch. You were made for this, omega. Made to take my knot."

Each thrust now drives the swelling knot against my entrance, stretching me incrementally wider with each pass.

The pressure borders on pain before something gives way, my body surrendering completely to the invasion.

With one final, powerful thrust, the knot pushes past resistance, slipping inside before expanding fully, locking us together completely.

The fullness is indescribable—pressure against places inside me I never knew existed, the barbs fully extended now, the knot pressing against every sensitive spot simultaneously.

It triggers something primal in my omega biology, a cascade of pleasure so intense it borders on pain, wave after wave crashing through me as my inner muscles contract rhythmically around the invasion.

My orgasm hits with devastating force, ripping a scream from my throat as my body convulses around his locked length.

Inner walls clamp down on the barbed intrusion, the pressure of the knot against sensitive spots prolonging the pleasure beyond anything I've experienced, beyond what should be humanly possible to endure.

Fritz's control breaks completely as my inner muscles milk his length.

His growl becomes something feral and ancient, his body curving over mine possessively as his release begins.

Hot seed floods my womb in powerful jets, each new surge accompanied by a thrust that drives his knot impossibly deeper.

The barbs extend fully, ensuring not a drop escapes, the evolutionary mechanism designed to guarantee breeding success performing its function perfectly.