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"Yes," Neros hisses, his hands moving to my hips but not directing, merely supporting as I take him deeper. "Take what you need."

Inch by agonizing inch, I lower myself, my body stretching to accommodate his alien girth.

Each ridge along his length creates friction against newly sensitive spots inside me, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine.

When I finally settle fully, taking him to the hilt, we both groan at the sensation of complete joining.

"Move," he commands, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. "Show me how an omega serves her alpha."

The words should disgust me, should trigger renewed resistance. Instead, they send another flood of slick easing his passage as I begin to roll my hips experimentally. The angle is different like this, allowing me to control the depth and pressure, to find what brings the most intense sensation.

"That's it," Neros encourages as I establish a rhythm, rising and falling on his length with increasing confidence. His tentacles continue their exploration, wrapping around my breasts, sliding along my spine, one finding my clit to provide additional stimulation.

I tell myself I'm just responding to biological imperative, just doing what's necessary to survive this heat.

But as pleasure builds with each movement, that lie becomes impossible to maintain.

My hands clutch at his shoulders not for support but to pull him closer.

My back arches not from pain but to take him deeper.

My voice cries out not in protest but in pleasure.

"Harder," I hear myself beg, my hips moving faster, taking him deeper with each downstroke. "Please, harder."

Neros growls in response, his control fracturing as his own rut intensifies.

His hands tighten on my hips, not directing but matching my rhythm, adding his strength to each thrust. His tentacles wrap more firmly around me, one sliding around my throat in light pressure that triggers something primal in my omega brain.

"Mine," he snarls, the word vibrating through the water around us. "Say it."

"No," I gasp, even as my body responds to his claim with another rush of slick. "I'm not—I won't?—"

He shifts suddenly, flipping our position without breaking connection. Now I'm beneath him, pinned by his much larger form, his cock driving deeper with the new angle. His tentacles spread my thighs wider, exposing me completely to his claiming.

"You are," he insists, his thrusts becoming harder, more demanding. "Say it, omega. Acknowledge the truth."

"Please," I sob, overwhelmed by sensation, by the fullness, by the pleasure building to unbearable levels. "Please, alpha."

The word slips out unbidden, and Neros roars in triumph, his pace increasing as the base of his cock begins to swell, the beginning of the knot that will lock us together. His tentacles continue their relentless stimulation, ensuring my pleasure even as he seeks his own completion.

"Again," he demands, one hand sliding between us to apply direct pressure to my clit. "Call me what I am to you."

"Alpha," I cry out, unable to resist as pleasure spirals tighter, higher, consuming every scrap of resistance. "My alpha."

The words trigger something in both of us—his knot expanding fully, locking us together as my inner walls clamp down in rhythmic pulses.

The orgasm that crashes through me is like nothing I've experienced before, wave after wave of pleasure so intense it borders on pain.

I convulse around him, my body milking his length with biological efficiency designed for breeding success.

With a roar that shakes the water around us, Neros finds his own release, his seed flooding my womb in hot pulses. The quantity is obscene, my lower belly visibly distending with the volume pumped into me, his knot ensuring not a drop escapes.

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.

"Look at me," he commands softly. "See the truth of what just happened."

Tears blur my vision as I meet his gaze. "You won. Is that what you want to hear? You broke me."

"No," he says, surprising me. "I didn't break you. I revealed you. There's a difference."

"What difference does it matter?" I ask bitterly. "I just begged you to fuck me. I called you alpha. I—" My voice breaks on a sob. "I enjoyed it."

"Yes," he agrees, one hand stroking my cheek with unexpected gentleness. "You did. Not because I forced you, not because of heat alone, but because this is who you are beneath the chemical suppression and defiance."

"No," I whisper, but the protest sounds hollow even to my own ears.

We remain joined as his knot gradually subsides, my body occasionally clenching around him in aftershocks that send smaller waves of pleasure rippling through me. His tentacles cradle me against him, not restraining but supporting, almost... protective.

The realization should disturb me more than it does.

When his knot finally releases enough for separation, I expect him to withdraw completely. Instead, he remains pressed against me, his scent enveloping me in a cocoon of alpha pheromones that keeps my heat simmering just below the surface.

"Your peak cycle requires multiple claimings," he says, his voice rumbling through me where our chests press together. "The first merely takes the edge off."

I should protest. Should summon whatever scraps of defiance remain. Instead, I feel my body responding to his words, slick gathering again between my thighs where his seed still drips from me.

"I can't," I manage, though my body clearly disagrees. "Not again. Not so soon."

His laugh is dark and knowing. "Your body says otherwise, little omega. Feel how it prepares already for the next claiming."

His tentacles shift, one sliding between us to gather the mixture of his seed and my slick, using it to trace patterns across my skin that leave fire in their wake. Another wraps around my thigh, gently but insistently urging my legs apart again.

"Present for me," he commands, the words vibrating through the water with alpha authority.

To my horror, my body responds before conscious thought can intervene.

I find myself turning over, rising to hands and knees in the classic omega presentation posture, back arched to display my dripping sex, head lowered in submission.

The position feels simultaneously foreign and deeply familiar, as if written into my genetic code.

"Beautiful," Neros murmurs, his hands tracing the curve of my spine, coming to rest on my hips. "This is how omegas were meant to be taken. To be bred."

His words should repulse me. Instead, they send another flood of slick coating my thighs, my inner walls clenching with renewed emptiness. His tentacles continue their exploration, sliding across my skin with cool deliberation, finding every sensitive spot with unerring accuracy.

One tentacle slips between my breasts, the suction cups attaching to my nipples with rhythmic pressure that sends jolts of sensation straight to my core. Another traces the seam of my ass, a teasing touch that makes me shiver with unexpected anticipation.

"Please," I hear myself whisper, pressing back against his touch, seeking more contact, more pressure, more of everything.

"Please what?" Neros asks, his cock emerging again from its sheath, pressing against my entrance without penetrating. "Tell me what you need, omega."

"I need..." The words stick in my throat, each admission carrying me further from the person I once was. "I need you inside me. Need you to fill me."

"Like this?" he asks, pressing just the tip inside, then withdrawing—a maddening tease that leaves me whimpering. "Or like this?" He thrusts forward suddenly, filling me in one powerful stroke that drives the breath from my lungs.

The angle is deeper this way, his cock reaching places inside me that make sparks dance behind my eyelids. Each ridge along his length drags against my inner walls, creating friction that borders on painful yet sends pleasure cascading through my nervous system.

"Yes," I gasp, pressing back to meet his thrust, taking him deeper. "Like that. Please, like that."

His tentacles tighten their grip, supporting my weight as he begins a punishing rhythm, each thrust driving deeper than the last. One tentacle slides around to find my clit, circling with precise pressure that builds tension at the base of my spine.

"Who do you belong to?" Neros demands, his pace increasing, the water around us churning with the force of his movements.

"No one," I try to say, but the word transforms into a moan as he hits a spot deep inside that sends electricity arcing through me.

"Wrong answer," he growls, a tentacle wrapping around my throat, applying gentle pressure that makes my pulse race. "Try again."

The pressure builds with each thrust, pleasure spiraling tighter, higher, consuming rational thought. His tentacles seem to be everywhere at once—around my throat, between my breasts, circling my clit, supporting my weight as my arms threaten to give out.

"You," I finally gasp, the admission torn from somewhere primal and true. "I belong to you. Alpha."

His roar of triumph vibrates through the water as his pace becomes relentless, driving me toward a peak I can neither control nor escape. His cock swells inside me, the beginning of his knot stretching me wider with each thrust.

"Mine," he snarls, one hand tangling in my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat in the ultimate submission posture. "Say it again."

"Yours," I sob, pleasure building to unbearable levels, my body convulsing around his invading length. "I'm yours, alpha."