Page 36 of Shadow's Claim

"Alpha," I whimper as pleasure builds to unbearable levels, my body responding to his dominance with omega submission coded into my very cells.

"Come," he commands, his voice carrying alpha compulsion that my omega biology can't resist.

Pleasure explodes through me with such force that my vision whites out temporarily, the shadow patterns beneath my skin illuminating with unusual brightness as my inner walls convulse around his still-moving cock. Before the first orgasm even subsides, he's carrying me to the strategy table in the corner of our chambers, bending me over it exactly as Constantin had in my second memory.

"Again," he snarls, re-entering me with a single powerful thrust that has me clawing at the table's surface. "Feel what a real alpha's claiming does to your omega cunt."

His prehensile cock reaches deeper than humanly possible, the tip flaring against my cervix as ridges stimulate spots that send electric pleasure coursing through my nervous system. One pair of hands pins my shoulders while the others grip my hips, controlling every movement with inhuman strength.

"Please," I gasp, not even knowing what I'm begging for as my body builds toward another peak with shameful speed.

"Beg properly," he demands, his prehensile tongue tracing the claiming mark at my throat, intensifying the alpha-omega chemical connection between us.

"Please, alpha," I whimper, instinct overriding dignity completely. "Please let me come again."

A dark chuckle rumbles through his chest as he increases his pace, his cock somehow reaching even deeper. "Again? How greedy my little omega is. Count each one I give you."

I barely manage "One!" as the second orgasm crashes through me, more intense than the first, my inner walls clamping down around his prehensile cock with such force that he growls in appreciation.

Without withdrawing, he lifts me from the table and carries me to the bed, his supernatural strength manipulating my body like a doll's as he positions me to straddle him—the third position from my memories. But where Constantin had lain passive beneath me, Kael's four arms grip my waist, my hips, my throat, controlling every movement as I ride him with desperate abandon.

"Look at you," he purrs with dark satisfaction, watching my shadow-marked body move above him. "Taking my cock so perfectly. So much better than his pathetic human anatomy could ever give you."

His prehensile tongue extends to wrap around my nipple while his hand circles my throat, applying precise pressure that makes stars explode behind my eyes. His cock moves independently inside me, the ridges massaging my g-spot with relentless precision while the tip stimulates my cervix.

"Two!" I cry out as the third climax builds and breaks, my body convulsing around him with such intensity that I would collapse if not for his four arms supporting me.

The shadow patterns beneath my skin pulse visibly with each heartbeat, spreading further with each orgasm as if his claiming physically alters me at the cellular level. The hybrid's consciousness stirs within, responding to our shared pleasure with curious exploration that somehow intensifies every sensation.

"Not done yet," Kael growls, flipping me onto my hands and knees—a position Constantin never managed, the most dominant alpha claiming posture that leaves me completely vulnerable to his possession.

Two hands grip my wrists while the others spread my thighs wider than they've ever gone, exposing me completely as his prehensile tongue traces down my spine with possessive intent.

"This position," he snarls, "is mine alone. No memory to replace. Just pure alpha claiming of what belongs to me."

His prehensile cock re-enters me with devastating precision, finding depths Constantin could never reach. Inside me, it changes again—additional ridges forming along its length, the tip flaring wider, stimulating places I never knew existed.

"Three!" I sob as yet another orgasm crashes through me, tears streaming down my face from the overwhelming pleasure that borders on pain.

His prehensile tongue wraps around my throat, applying possessive pressure as his four hands manipulate my body for maximum penetration. Through our mental bridge, I feel his savage satisfaction at erasing Constantin's touch, replacing every memory with his own more powerful claiming.

"Mine," he snarls, his voice vibrating directly into my mind. "Say it. Acknowledge who owns this perfect omega body."

"Yours, alpha," I whimper, the submission torn from me by pleasure so intense I can barely form words. "Only yours."

His knot begins to swell, stretching me beyond what I thought possible as it locks us together completely. The pressure against my sensitive tissues triggers a fourth climax that tears a broken scream from my throat, the shadow patterns beneath my skin glowing with unusual brightness in the darkened room.

"Four," I gasp, barely conscious as pleasure overwhelms my entire nervous system.

His own release floods me with that distinctive shadow demon coldness that somehow burns inside me, triggering an unprecedented fifth orgasm that has me literally purring in omega satisfaction, the sound emerging unbidden from my throat as my body surrenders completely to his claim.

"Perfect," he purrs in response, his knot pulsing as he fills me with his seed. "Taking my cock, my knot, my seed so beautifully."

As we remain locked together by biology, his massive form covering mine completely, the hybrid's consciousness joins our mental bridge, creating three-way connection that none of us fully controls. Through this unprecedented bond, I understand Kael's true intention—not just erasing Constantin's memory but replacing all my past with a new reality where I belong unquestionably to him.

When he finally shifts us to our sides, still joined by his knot, four arms wrap around me in possessive embrace that leaves no doubt about who I belong to now.

"What did you mean," I ask as our breathing gradually returns to normal, "when you said our offspring would be a bridge?"

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