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His cock springs free as I open his breeches, already fully erect, the specialized ridges along its length partially extended in anticipation of claiming.

The sight still makes my mouth go dry—his size significantly larger than human norm, the alien features that once frightened now arousing beyond reason.

"You're magnificent," I tell him, enjoying the flash of surprise that crosses his features. Fritz receives praise for his military prowess, his strategic mind, his leadership capabilities—but rarely for his physical form. "Perfect for me. Made to fit inside me."

His growl of approval sends fresh heat between my thighs as I straddle him, positioning myself above his impressive length. The head presses against my entrance, already slick from his earlier attentions and my own arousal.

"Mine," he growls as I begin to sink down, taking him inside with deliberate slowness that tests both our control.

The stretch is exquisite—burning pleasure-pain as my body accommodates his inhuman girth. The ridges catch against my inner walls, creating friction that draws a moan from deep in my throat. When I'm fully seated, his cock filling me completely, I pause to adjust to the fullness.

"Look at you," he praises, hands settling at my hips with careful restraint. "Taking me so perfectly while carrying our cub."

His words send another flood of wetness coating his length, the crude praise affecting me as strongly as physical stimulation. I begin to move, establishing a rhythm that builds pleasure with every rise and fall.

"You were made for this," he continues, voice dropping to that register that seems to vibrate directly through my bones. "Made to take my cock, to carry my cubs, to rule at my side."

The last part—the acknowledgment of partnership beyond mere biological claiming—pushes me closer to the edge. My movements become more erratic as pleasure builds, the ridges along his length fully extended now to create almost unbearable friction against my most sensitive places.

"That's it," he encourages, one hand moving to where we're joined, thumb finding my clit with unerring accuracy. "Come for me again. Show me how much you need this."

The combination of his words, his touch, and the fullness of him inside me shatters my control completely. The orgasm tears through me with blinding intensity, inner walls clamping down around his length as wave after wave of pleasure radiates outward from my core.

"Fritz!" I cry out, back arching as sensation threatens to overwhelm me entirely. "Alpha!"

My release triggers his own, his control finally breaking as his hands tighten on my hips. His knot swells inside me and I feel him pulse, seed pumping deep.

"Mine," he growls, the word containing truth neither of us questions anymore. "My mate. Mother of my cubs. My omega."

"Yours," I agree, collapsing against his chest as aftershocks continue to pulse through me. "Always yours."

His arms wrap around me, holding me against him as our breathing gradually steadies. His heart thunders beneath my ear, the sound creating security I never expected to find in this conquered world.

"We've built something real here," I say, shifting to look into his golden eyes. "Something beyond what either of us imagined when you first claimed me."

"Partnership," he agrees, clawed hand rising to trace my claiming mark with reverent touch. "Protection through strength rather than submission. The evolution our kinds need to survive in this new world."

The assessment cuts to the heart of what we've created—not merely family or fortress security, but a model for coexistence that challenges assumptions both human and Prime hold about their places in post-Conquest hierarchy.

"Our cubs will grow up in a world different from the one we knew," he continues, hand sliding to rest over my belly where our third child grows. "They'll understand integration rather than domination. Partnership rather than subjugation."

"They'll be neither fully human nor fully feline," I observe, thinking of Kieran's emerging fur patterns and Selene's vertical-pupiled eyes. "Something new entirely."

"Like what we've built between us," Fritz agrees, understanding flowing between us without need for elaboration. "Something nobody's ever seen before."

As I lie in his arms, listening to our cubs' soft breathing from the adjoining room, I marvel at the journey that brought us here. From captive and captor to partners and mates. From forced submission to chosen alliance. From enemies to family.

The claiming mark at my throat—once symbol of imprisonment—now represents connection freely chosen and fiercely protected. What began as biological necessity has evolved into partnership that transcends species boundaries and territorial disputes.

Not conquest, but coordination.

Not submission, but strategy.

Not possession, but partnership.

The future stretches before us—uncertain as always in this conquered world, but faced together rather than alone. Whatever threats emerge from beyond our borders, whatever challenges arise within them, we will meet them as we've met all others.

Together. Always together.