Page 42 of Naga's Mate

His coils reposition me again, turning me to face away from him before pulling me back against his scaled chest. The hard length of his twin members press against the small of my back, hot and slick with whatever fluid precedes their venom load. The feeling of them—so close yet not where I desperately need them—nearly breaks me.

"You haven't earned my full attention yet," he whispers against my ear, forked tongue flicking the sensitive shell. "Show me how sorry you are for trying to leave."

The coil between my legs pushes deeper this time, though still nothing compared to what his actual anatomy will feel like. It twists inside me, the specialized musculature allowing it to move in ways no human could match. Another coil encircles my throat again, this one tighter than before, restricting blood flow just enough to make my vision blur slightly at the edges.

Just when I think I might actually perish from frustrated need, the tip of his tail finds my most sensitive point, circling the swollen bundle with devastating precision. The stimulation is almost too intense, my oversensitized body hovering between pleasure and pain.

"That's it," he hisses as my hips move helplessly against his manipulations. "Chase your release. Show me how desperately you need it."

I'm so close, the climax building with unstoppable force, when suddenly all stimulation stops. The coil inside me withdraws completely. The one around my throat loosens. The tail tip leaves my sensitive bud. I cry out in frustration, body trembling with denied release.

"Not until I'm inside you," Nezzar growls, his restraint finally shattering completely. "Not until you're stretched and filled so completely that you forget you ever existed without me."

His coils flip me around to face him, my legs spread wide on either side of his serpentine lower body. I catch a glimpse of his twin cocks—thick, ridged, and glistening with venom secretions that catch the blue-green light. Already the bases are beginning to swell, the early signs of the knots that will lock us together. My body responds with shameless eagerness at the sight, omega biology overriding even the last vestiges of human dignity.

"Please," I plead, beyond pride or pretense. "Please, alpha. I need you inside me."

The final word—alpha—triggers something primal in him. His pupils contract to invisible slits, a snarl revealing fangs designed for claiming. His twin cocks fully emerge from their protective sheath, engorged to their maximum size and already glistening with pre-venom fluid. With one powerful motion, he drives both erections into me simultaneously.

The invasion is exquisite agony—twin cocks stretching me beyond what should be physically possible, their ridged surfaces creating friction that sends electric current racing up my spine. Pain and pleasure blur into something transcendent as my body frantically accommodates what should be impossible. Every ridge and texture drags against nerve endings evolved specifically for this claiming, sending contradictory signals of violation and satisfaction to my overwhelmed brain. I can feel the bases of his erections already beginning to swell, the early promise of knots that will lock us together during climax.

"Gods," I cry out, the word torn from my throat as he fills me completely, the bases of his members pressed against me. I'm impaled, stuffed, stretched to breaking point—his twin lengths so deep I swear I can feel them in my chest.

"Still fighting?" Nezzar growls, beginning to move with deliberate, punishing strokes, his engorged cocks pulsing inside me. "Your body has already surrendered. Say it, omega. Tell me who you belong to."

"You," I gasp as he drives deeper, the word both surrender and relief. "I belong to you, alpha."

Venom floods my system with each thrust, that initial coolness quickly giving way to liquid fire racing along neural pathways established during previous claimings. My enhanced senses return with overwhelming intensity—colors sharpening to painful clarity, scents crystallizing into complex information, sounds acquiring layers of meaning previously hidden from human perception.

"Yessss," he snarls against my claiming mark, his pace increasing to something primal and relentless, his cocks driving deeper with each thrust. "I will claim you until you submit completely. You will learn who you belong to, omega. You'll feel my knots locking inside you, keeping my seed where it belongs."

His coils reposition me yet again, bending me forward while keeping my hips elevated, the ideal breeding position my body recognizes before my mind can process it. From this angle, his members drive impossibly deeper, the specialized ridges stimulating places inside me that send sparks across my vision.

"Feel how perfectly your body accepts my cocks," he growls, one hand reaching beneath us to press against my lower abdomen, forcing me to feel the unnatural bulge where his twin erections distend my body from within. "Made to be filled with my seed, to be stretched around my knots until you're bred full."

The coil around my throat tightens again, restricting air just enough to make my inner walls contract with omega submission response. Another wraps around my chest, scales rasping against my sensitive peaks with every thrust, adding yet another layer of stimulation to my already overloaded system.

"Please let me finish," I beg, trembling on the edge of release but somehow unable to fall without his permission. Another humiliating omega response I never knew existed until this moment.

"Not yet," he commands, his voice carrying alpha authority that bypasses my conscious mind entirely. "Not until I'm ready to fill you completely."

He continues claiming me with relentless precision, lengths moving independently inside me to create sensation no human could possibly replicate. Just when I think I might lose consciousness from the overwhelming pleasure-pain, his hand slides between my legs, fingers finding my most sensitive point with unerring accuracy.

"Now," he growls, "Let go for me. Show me how much you've missed being claimed."

The release detonates through my system with cataclysmic force, inner walls convulsing around his invasion with such violence that tears spring to my eyes. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me, each more intense than the last, muscles contracting with omega biology's desperate attempt to draw his release.

His fangs sink into my claiming mark the precise moment his own climax begins—his twin cocks pulsing as they flood me with venom-laced seed. The bases swell dramatically, knots expanding to lock us together completely, ensuring not a drop of his potent release escapes. The dual claiming creates a feedback loop of pleasure beyond anything I've ever experienced, neural pathways lighting up like a power grid during surge. The pressure of his knots against my most sensitive inner walls triggers another wave of pleasure so intense it borders on pain.

For endless, perfect moments, we exist as one being with two bodies—biochemically synchronized through specialized venom pathways unique to our particular pairing. I feel his pleasure alongside my own, sense the satisfaction as my body surrenders completely to his claiming, taste the triumph as our bond reforms with greater strength than before.

When awareness returns, we're submerged in the healing pool, his coils supporting my boneless form. We must have remained locked together by his knots for some time before they finally subsided enough for him to withdraw his cocks from my oversensitized body. Venom saturates my system, heightening my perception until even the water molecules seem visible as microscopic auras dancing around us. The heat symptoms have temporarily receded, leaving blissful clarity in their wake.

"The cycle has only begun," Nezzar murmurs against my temple, one scaled hand stroking my dampened hair. "Your heat will intensify before breaking."

"I know." The venom enhancement has already restored my analytical capacity alongside the pleasure. "It'll peak tomorrow, last another day, then gradually subside over thirty-six hours."

His tongue darts out, sampling the chemical changes in my scent that signal temporary satisfaction. "You chose this," he says, statement rather than question but seeking confirmation nonetheless.

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