Page 9 of Naga's Mate

The words should provoke resistance, but instead they send me spiraling into another shattering orgasm. My consciousness fragments into pure sensation—his twin cocks pounding into me with inhuman strength, their textured surfaces creating friction so perfect it feels engineered specifically for my body. His coils reposition me again, bending me forward while keeping my hips elevated, the ideal breeding position my body recognizes instinctively. His venom transforms every brutal thrust into transcendent pleasure that dissolves barriers I never knew existed in my nervous system.

"Say it," he demands, voice guttural with rut. "Acknowledge who you belong to now."

"No," I gasp, clinging to this final fragment of defiance even as my body surrenders completely.

In response, his coils tighten everywhere simultaneously—around my thighs, my waist, my throat—just enough pressure to demonstrate his absolute control without causing injury. One particularly clever coil wraps around my ribcage, scales rasping against my nipples with every thrust, adding another layer of stimulation to my already overloaded system.

"Your body recognizes the truth," he hisses, reaching beneath me to press his fingers against my clit again, rubbing relentless circles as his cocks pound into me. "Admit it and find completion."

The pressure builds to unbearable levels, pleasure compounding upon pleasure until I can't distinguish between sensations anymore. Everything merges into one overwhelming tide threatening to submerge me completely.

"Yours," I finally sob, the admission torn from somewhere primitive within me. "I'm yours, alpha."

His answering growl resonates with primal satisfaction, vibrating through his entire serpentine form and into mine. His thrusts become impossibly deeper, the ridged heads of his cocks pressing against places inside me that have never been stimulated before. The pressure on my clit intensifies in perfect synchronization with his penetration, pushing me beyond what I thought were the physiological limits of pleasure.

Then I feel it—the swelling at the base of each cock expanding dramatically, stretching me in new ways that should be painful but instead sends me careening into yet another climax. The twin knots grow larger with each thrust until, with a final savage drive forward, they lock completely inside me, sealing us together.

"Knotted," he growls against my ear, his voice barely recognizable. "Locked inside you, ensuring my seed takes root."

The sensation of being stretched beyond capacity by the dual knots, anchored in place by evolutionary design, triggers pleasure so intense it borders on unconsciousness. My inner walls spasm around the intrusion, squeezing rhythmically as my body recognizes what's happening—being bred, claimed in the most primal way possible.

When he finally climaxes, the flood of cool seed triggers yet another orgasm, my body milking his release with omega biology's desperate need for insemination. His ejaculate feels like liquid nitrogen inside me—cold yet burning, carrying additional venom that spreads through my system in pulsing waves of chemical submission. It fills me completely, so abundant that I feel it pooling deep in my core, my body eagerly absorbing everything he provides. The knots ensure not a drop escapes, trapping his seed where evolutionary design demands it remain.

"Perfect," he murmurs against my neck, his tongue sampling the submission now permanently encoded in my scent. "You were created for this purpose. For me to breed and fill completely."

His cocks remain knotted inside me, the swollen bulges maintaining our connection even as tiny aftershocks of pleasure ripple through me. His coils loosen just enough to position me more comfortably against him, but never enough to permit escape—possession made physical in their unyielding embrace and the biological lock of his knots.

"How long?" I manage to ask, my scientific mind somehow pushing through the haze of pleasure and submission.

"The knots?" He sounds almost amused at my question. "For a first claiming, perhaps an hour. It varies based on compatibility and heat intensity. Yours is... exceptional."

Gradually, the intensity recedes enough for coherent thought to return. I become aware of my position—still wrapped in his coils, firmly impaled and knotted, my body damp with perspiration, slick, and alien seed. Reality returns with humiliating clarity. I've been claimed. Conquered. My five years of careful chemical deception undone in minutes of biological imperative.

"What have you done to me?" I gasp when speech becomes possible, feeling the venom infiltrating every cell, altering something fundamental at the molecular level. Even as I question, my body continues trembling with aftershocks of forced pleasure, inner walls still embracing his invading cocks and knots as though they belong there.

"I've merely awakened what already existed within you," Nezzar replies, his coils shifting to reposition me without disturbing our locked connection. His twin organs remain knotted inside me, keeping his venom and seed contained where biology demands it stay. "Your omega nature cannot be permanently suppressed, only temporarily masked. Now it has discovered its intended purpose."

I want to curse him, to reject his assertion of ownership over my body and future, but another wave of heat crashes through me—impossibly, my body already preparing for more despite the intensity of what just transpired. The venom has triggered something beyond normal heat progression, accelerating and amplifying the cycle beyond anything my research indicated was possible.

"This can't be happening," I whisper, more to myself than to him, as my inner walls contract involuntarily around his still-present cocks and knots, my body already craving more of what my mind continues to fight.

"It is happening," he counters, his twin organs maintaining their swollen state, ensuring the connection remains unbroken. "And it will continue until your heat reaches satisfaction. Until my claim becomes absolute."

His coils shift again, repositioning us for comfort during the extended knotting period. The venom coursing through my system transforms every point of contact between us into a source of renewed arousal. I can feel my resistance crumbling beneath the onslaught of chemical manipulation and biological imperative. Five years of calculated control dissolving in hours of targeted neurochemical warfare.

As we remain locked together, his knots ensuring the deepest possible connection between us, I realize with piercing clarity that my life as I knew it has ended. In its place begins something I never anticipated despite all my careful planning—existence as a claimed omega, body and mind permanently altered by naga venom, bound to an alpha whose possession seems absolute by both chemistry and physical design.

"Please," I gasp, though I'm no longer certain what I'm requesting—release from this connection or deeper fulfillment. My body knows precisely what it desires, inner walls gripping his invading cocks and knots with eager need while my mind fractures between rejection and surrender.

"Your heat persists," he observes, his voice impossibly composed despite our locked state. "When the knots subside, your claiming will continue. Until you're thoroughly marked as mine."

As we remain tied together in this most intimate of connections, I close my eyes against the reality I can no longer resist. My carefully constructed defenses—chemical, psychological, physical—all demolished by biology's demands and Nezzar's absolute dominance, sealed by evolutionary design in the form of knots that ensure his claim is complete.

The scientist in me has one final coherent thought before pleasure drowns everything else: I've become my own most fascinating experiment—the human omega's response to naga claiming, documented from within. Then even that analytical distance vanishes as my body surrenders again to what my mind still struggles to accept.

Venom's kiss, burning through my veins, rewriting everything I believed about myself. Knots locking us together, ensuring the claiming reaches its evolutionary conclusion.

CHAPTER5

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