Page 14 of Shadow's Claim

"Again," he growls, the veneer of clinical detachment cracking completely. "You'll take my cock until I'm satisfied you've learned your place."

A whimper escapes me—part fear, part shameful anticipation. Hours of claiming should have left me raw and resistant. Instead, my treacherous body produces another flood of slick, preparing for invasion my mind still rejects.

"I can't," I gasp, though the protest sounds hollow even to my ears. "Please, it's too?—"

His response is a savage thrust that buries his prehensile cock to the hilt, stealing what little breath I have left. On my knees, face pressed into silken sheets, I'm presented to him like an animal. The position should humiliate me; instead, omega instincts purr with approval at being mounted properly.

"You can and you will," he snarls. Two hands grip my wrists, yanking them behind my back. The third wraps around my throat, applying dangerous pressure against my pulse. The fourth grips my hair, pulling my head back at an angle that forces my spine into a deep arch. "Your body was made for this. Made to take my cock, my knot, my seed."

His prehensile cock changes inside me, new ridges forming along the underside that rake mercilessly against my g-spot with each brutal thrust. Unlike earlier, when he moved with calculated precision, now he fucks me with raw, feral intensity—rut fully engaged, alpha instincts dominant.

"Look at how wet you are for me," he growls, one hand releasing my hair to slide beneath me, fingers finding my clit with unerring accuracy. "Dripping for the enemy you claim to hate."

"It's just biology," I choke out, clinging to resistance even as another flood of slick betrays me. "It doesn't mean anything."

He laughs, the sound vibrating through my spine where his chest presses against my back. "Tell that to your body. Tell that to your cunt squeezing my cock like it never wants to let go."

The crude language shocks me more than the claiming itself. Hours ago, he spoke like a scientist; now he speaks like a conqueror, a predator, an alpha claiming what he considers rightfully his.

"You're nothing but a hole for my cum," he continues, pace accelerating as his rut intensifies. "A breeding vessel made to carry shadow demon seed. And you're going to beg me for it."

"Never," I gasp, even as my hips rock back against him of their own accord, seeking deeper penetration despite my mind's protest.

His response is to withdraw completely, leaving me empty and aching. Before I can process the sudden loss, I'm being flipped over, dragged to the edge of the platform. He stands at its side, using all four arms to arrange me like a doll—legs spread obscenely wide, wrists pinned beside my head, hips positioned precisely at platform edge.

"Beg," he commands, his prehensile cock hovering inches from my entrance, moving with hypnotic undulation that makes my empty channel clench painfully. "Beg for what your body needs."

I bite my lip until I taste blood, focusing on the pain to fight the overwhelming need consuming me. Heat madness clouds my thinking, leaving only raw biological imperative in its wake.

"Please," I whisper, hating myself for the capitulation but unable to fight the emptiness another second.

"Please what?" His cock traces my entrance without penetrating, gathering slick that gushes despite my mental rejection. "Tell me exactly what you want, little omega."

It's a power play, another form of domination—forcing me to verbalize desires I still reject on a conscious level. Making me complicit in my own violation.

"I need..." The words catch in my throat, humiliation burning hotter than heat itself.

One massive hand wraps around my throat, squeezing just enough to make dark spots dance at the edges of my vision. "Say it or get nothing."

"I need you inside me!" The words escape in a desperate sob. "Please, alpha, fuck me, knot me, fill me—I can't stand it anymore!"

His purple eyes flare with triumph, shadows darkening around us as he drives forward in one brutal thrust that steals my breath. "Mine," he growls, all four hands gripping my body with bruising force. "Say it."

"Yours," I gasp, omega biology fully overriding rational thought. "Alpha, please—yours!"

He claims me with savage intensity, his prehensile cock reaching depths that should be anatomically impossible. Inside me, it changes again—no longer just ridges and textures but developing a secondary appendage that finds and ruthlessly stimulates my g-spot while the main shaft continues its punishing rhythm.

"That's right," he snarls, releasing my throat to slide his massive hand between us, thumb finding my clit with brutal precision. "Come on my cock like the bitch in heat you are."

The combined stimulation—cock reaching impossible depths, thumb circling my clit, his dominant words and alpha pheromones—triggers a climax so violent my vision whites out completely. Wave after wave crashes through me, inner walls clenching rhythmically around his invading length.

"Good omega," he purrs, voice dropping to that register that seems to vibrate directly through my bones. "Now take my knot."

The expansion at the base of his cock stretches my entrance beyond what should be physically possible, pain and pleasure blurring together in my heat-drunk mind. When it locks fully inside, pressing against nerve endings specifically designed for this moment, another climax crashes through me immediately.

His release floods my depths like liquid ice, the temperature difference creating another wave of unwanted pleasure. Through tear-blurred vision, I see shadows extending from his body, wrapping around my limbs in manifestation of possession beyond physical claiming.

As we remain locked together by biology, a new invasion begins—his consciousness pressing against mine, no longer gentle exploration but forceful intrusion. I try to throw up barriers, to protect resistance information still hidden in mental maze-work, but heat-madness has compromised my defenses beyond repair.

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