Page 77 of Run Little Omega

"Going to fill your tight pussy with my cum," he growls, teeth grazing my neck in warning. "Going to lock inside you so deep you'll feel me for days."

With a final powerful thrust, his knot secures inside me, stretching beyond what seems possible. The pressure against places never before touched triggers another climax, this one so intense my vision dims at the edges, a sound escaping my throat that seems hardly human.

His teeth sink into my shoulder as his release begins, hot cum flooding my depths in powerful jets. The dual claiming—his knot secured within me, his teeth in my flesh—forges connection beyond physical. Our minds merge, barriers dissolving as magic flows between us like living current.

The world shifts as we remain joined, locked in vulnerability. The forest responds to our union—dormant plants erupting into impossible bloom, silver leaves turning toward us as if drawn by the power we generate together.

Gradually, his body relaxes above mine, though his knot remains firmly embedded. Cadeyrn shifts us to our sides, careful not to pull against our sensitive connection. His hand rises to stroke my hair with surprising gentleness after such forceful claiming.

"You're changing," he murmurs, fingers tracing silver strands now woven through copper. "Wild Magic awakens in your blood, just as I anticipated."

"What's happening to me?" I ask, voice raw from exertion.

"You're becoming what you were meant to be. What the breeding programs tried to eliminate from our bloodlines." His thumb brushes my cheekbone with unexpected tenderness. "Magic flowing naturally, answering need rather than rigid structure."

His knot pulses inside me, another wave of cum releasing into my body. The sensation sends aftershocks of pleasure rippling through me, drawing a soft sound from my lips.

"This is how it should be," he continues, holding me close as his knot maintains our connection. "Not just fucking, but something more. Not just breeding, but bonding."

Through our link, I sense his genuine belief—that what grows between us transcends court politics and breeding programs. I glimpse his emerging doubts about traditions upheld without question, his longing for a mate rather than merely a vessel. The centuries of isolation beneath perfect control, now shattered by whatever awakens between us.

And he sees me—defiance born of self-preservation, refusal to be defined solely by biology, fear that surrender means losing identity. The frost magic now responding to my emotions, dormant power awakening through compatible bloodlines.

For these quiet moments, joined by biology and something far more complex, we exist in truth. No pretense. No resistance. Only communion.

His knot eventually recedes, our bodies separating with a slick sound that should embarrass but somehow doesn't. His cum marks my thighs as he withdraws, prompting something primal within me to purr with satisfaction.

Cadeyrn helps me stand, his touch surprisingly gentle following such passionate claiming. "Rest," he suggests, voice still rough. "The magic takes a lot out of both of us."

I meet his gaze, our temporary peace already yielding to my inherent defiance. "Trying to tame me already, Prince?"

His laugh holds genuine delight. "Never. Your wildness calls to mine." He brushes hair from my face, examining the silver streaks with evident pride. "I merely want you strong enough for what follows."

"And what follows?"

His smile turns predatory, canines still elongated from claiming. "That depends on you, little deceiver. Will you run again, or have you accepted the futility of resisting what we've become to each other?"

His challenge ignites something within me—not just defiance, but playfulness beneath the intensity. I take a deliberate step back, maintaining eye contact.

"Catch me if you can, Winter Prince."

I break away, darting into the forest with unexpected laughter. The chase becomes part of our dance now—not merely predator and prey, but equal participants in ancient ritual predating court protocols.

I don't make it easy for him, employing every trick learned during my days in this wilderness, body still humming with pleasure from our first joining while mind anticipates the second. This isn't about escape but making him earn what we both desire.

When he captures me again, it's with a growl of triumph that sends shivers down my spine. His hands grasp my hips, spinning me to face a massive blackthorn tree. Without ceremony, he kicks my legs apart, positioning me with palms braced against rough bark.

"Mine," he snarls again, one hand tangling in my hair to pull my head back while the other guides his already-rigid cock to my entrance. "Like this. So I can drive this cock deeper than you've ever been fucked before."

He fills me in a single powerful stroke, the angle allowing penetration so deep I feel him impossibly far inside. The bark scrapes my palms and breasts as he drives into me from behind, each thrust rattling bones and drawing raw sounds from my throat.

"Yes," I hiss, pushing back against each forceful movement. "Show me what that alpha cock can do."

The taunt achieves its purpose—he growls, pace intensifying to punishing force. One hand slides around to find the sensitive bundle at my center, circling in tight motions that have me seeing stars.

"You want it rough?" he growls against my ear, teeth catching the lobe hard enough to draw blood. "You want this big cock to ruin that tight little cunt? Then take everything I've got."

His other hand encircles my throat, applying just enough pressure to heighten sensation without restricting breath. The controlled violence should terrify me, but instead propels me toward another peak with alarming speed.

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