Page 21 of Warlord’s Prize

"Strip," he commands, voice low and dangerous.

My fingers tremble as I remove the silken garments, the fabric slipping from my skin with a whisper. The cool air raises goosebumps across my exposed flesh. His golden eyes track every movement, pupils contracting to predatory slits as my body is revealed inch by inch.

When I stand naked before him, he circles me slowly, massive frame radiating heat that makes my skin flush despite my fear. Without warning, his hand presses between my shoulder blades, bending me forward over the edge of his enormous bed.

"Spread your legs," he orders.

I comply, hating how automatically my body responds to his commands now. The position leaves me obscenely exposed, vulnerable in a way that makes my stomach clench with humiliation. The furs beneath my palms feel soft, a cruel contrast to the hardness of what's to come.

The first touch of his massive hands on my hips sends an electric jolt through my core. My traitor body responds instantly—slick gathering between my thighs without my permission. I can feel it trickling down my inner thigh, the scent of my arousal filling the air between us.

"Your body knows who it belongs to," he rumbles, one finger tracing the wetness with deliberate slowness. "Even when your mind rebels."

I bite my lip to keep from responding, but a small whimper escapes when his finger brushes across my entrance. Three weeks of regular claiming has conditioned my body to expect what comes next—the stretch, the fullness, the vibration that brings guaranteed pleasure.

The blunt head of his massive cock presses against me, impossibly large yet somehow fitting where once I thought it never could. He enters me with excruciating slowness, each inch of his enormous length stretching me open in a burning slide that walks the knife's edge between pain and pleasure.

"Feel how perfectly you take me," he growls, hands gripping my hips as he seats himself fully inside. The visible bulge in my lower abdomen proves how deeply he's claimed me, his cock reaching places inside no human ever could.

I gasp as he withdraws almost completely before thrusting back in with deliberate force. The impact jolts me forward, breasts swinging with the momentum. Another thrust, harder this time, drives the air from my lungs in a choked sound that's not quite pleasure, not quite protest.

"You thought you could escape this?" He punctuates the question with another powerful thrust that makes the bed frame creak beneath us. "Escape me?"

My body clenches around him involuntarily, inner walls gripping his invading length as though afraid he might withdraw completely. It's the first sign of what's to come—my body betraying my mind's desire for freedom.

Then I feel it—the first touch of the vibrating nodule against my clit. The specialized organ unique to Bloodcrest oni males begins its familiar hum, sending waves of pleasure radiating outward from that single point of contact. My back arches instinctively, pushing back against him to increase the pressure.

But just as the pleasure begins to build, he shifts his angle, removing the contact. The sudden absence makes me whimper, my hips chasing the sensation that's suddenly gone.

"Is this what you wanted to escape?" he asks, voice deceptively gentle as he thrusts again, this time allowing the briefest contact of the vibrating nodule against my sensitive bud before withdrawing it once more.

"No," I gasp, unsure if I'm denying his words or begging for the contact to return.

"Liar." His voice holds no anger, only certainty. Another thrust brings the vibration back, slightly longer this time, building the tension higher before disappearing again.

"This is what happens when you reject what belongs to you," he growls, watching me arch beneath him as the vibration retreats once more. "The pleasure you've grown dependent on becomes its own punishment."

Each thrust follows the same torturous pattern—deep penetration that fills me completely, a brief moment of vibration against my clit that sends pleasure spiraling through my core, then a deliberate shift that removes the stimulation just as my body begins to climb toward release.

Then without warning, he pulls out completely. The sudden emptiness makes me cry out in distress, my body clenching around nothing.

"What's wrong, omega?" he asks, his massive frame looming over me from behind. "Isn't this what you wanted? To be free of me?"

I shake my head against the furs, unable to form words as my body screams for him to return. The cool air against my exposed, slick-covered entrance feels like torture after the heat of him.

He waits, letting me feel the emptiness, the lack. Seconds stretch into what feels like minutes. Just when I think I might break and beg him to return, he thrusts back in with a single powerful stroke that tears a grateful sob from my throat.

The vibrating nodule touches my clit, building pleasure quickly, bringing me right to the edge of orgasm—and then he withdraws completely again.

"No!" I cry out, the word escaping before I can stop it.

"No what?" he asks, one clawed finger tracing the curve of my spine. "Be specific, little omega."

"Don't stop," I whisper, shame burning through me at my own weakness.

"Don't stop what?" He continues stroking my back, deliberately avoiding where I need him most. "You'll have to tell me exactly what you want."

Sweat beads across my skin, trickling down my spine as the endless teasing continues. My thighs quiver with strain, every muscle taut with desperate need. The emptiness between my legs feels unbearable now, my body trained through weeks of conditioning to expect fullness and pleasure that only he can provide.

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