Page 52 of Warlord’s Prize

"Please," I whimper, a familiar pressure building in my core. "Alpha, please."

"Come for me again," he commands, adjusting his angle to hit that perfect spot deep inside while the vibrating nodule maintains relentless pressure against my clit. "Show me how much you need me."

The orgasm hits with brutal force, inner walls clamping down around his massive length as pleasure explodes through every nerve ending. I cry out his name, back arching, hands clutching desperately at his arms.

He slows but doesn't stop, working me through the climax with deep, measured thrusts. As the aftershocks begin to fade, he leans down to nip at my earlobe.

"We're just getting started," he promises, voice rough with need. "Going to make you come again and again before I fill you with my seed."

With surprising gentleness, he withdraws completely. The sudden emptiness makes me whimper in protest, my body clenching around nothing.

"Turn over," he commands, eyes glowing brighter now as his rut strengthens its hold. "Present for your alpha."

Heat floods my face, but my body moves on instinct, turning to my hands and knees. The position is primal, submissive—the traditional presentation posture for a claimed omega. I arch my back, head lowered, exposing myself completely to his gaze.

His growl of approval rumbles through the chamber. "Perfect," he says, massive hands gripping my hips. His thumbs press into the dimples at the base of my spine. "This is how omegas were meant to be bred."

The blunt head of his cock presses against my entrance again, the new angle allowing for deeper penetration. With one powerful thrust, he seats himself completely, forcing a cry from my lips as he reaches impossibly deeper than before.

"Feel that?" he growls, grinding against me so I can feel every ridge and vein of his massive length. His hips press against my ass, the heat of his body warming my skin. "Feel how perfectly you take me? You were made for this—made to be filled with my cock, bred with my seed."

He establishes a punishing rhythm, each thrust driving me forward until I have to brace against the headboard to keep from being shoved across the bed. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the chamber, punctuated by my gasps and his rumbling growls.

"Say it," he demands, one hand tangling in my hair to pull my head back in a display of dominance that makes my inner walls clench with shameful excitement. The slight pain of my scalp tingling sends a surprising jolt of pleasure straight to my core. "Tell me what you want, omega."

"Your seed," I gasp, heat overwhelming any remaining resistance. My claiming mark pulses at my neck, hypersensitive and yearning for his bite to renew it. "Want you to fill me. Breed me. Make me yours again."

My admission drives him into a frenzy. His pace increases, hips snapping against mine with bruising force. I feel the vibrating nodule change its pattern against my clit, pulsing in time with his thrusts, sending me hurtling toward another peak.

"Going to pump you so full," he snarls, his voice deeper, rougher as his rut takes stronger hold. The scales have spread across his back now, catching the firelight. "Going to flood your womb with my seed until it takes root. Watch you grow round with my child again."

The explicit breeding talk pushes me over the edge. My third orgasm tears through me with such intensity that tears spring to my eyes, pleasure bordering on pain as my body convulses around his massive length.

"That's it," he praises, never slowing. "Squeeze my cock just like that. Milk every drop of seed from me."

Just as the aftershocks begin to fade, he withdraws again. Before I can protest, he flips me onto my back and lifts my legs over his shoulders, bending me nearly in half as he positions himself at my entrance once more. The display of strength is effortless, a reminder of the power difference between us.

"Want to see your face when I knot you," he explains, pushing back inside with a single powerful thrust that steals my breath. His eyes glow with intensity in the dim room. "Want to watch your eyes when you feel my seed flooding your womb."

The new position allows him to reach even deeper, his cockhead pressing directly against my cervix with each thrust. The slight pain mingles with pleasure, creating a confused cocktail of sensation that has me gasping his name.

"Alpha," I whimper, overwhelmed by the fullness, the heat, the relentless pleasure. The position makes me feel completely vulnerable, completely at his mercy. "Too much. I can't?—"

"You can," he insists, never slowing. One hand splays across my lower abdomen, feeling himself move within me. "Your body was made for this. Made to take everything I give you."

His massive hand slides between us, thumb pressing against my clit to join the vibrating nodule's stimulation. The dual sensation is overwhelming, pleasure building to impossible heights as he drives into me with single-minded determination.

"Going to fill you up," he promises, voice strained as his own control slips. Sweat glistens on his crimson skin, the firelight catching on the beads of moisture. "Going to breed you properly this time. No more holding back."

I realize with sudden clarity that he had been holding back before. Despite the brutality of our first claiming, despite the countless times he's taken me since, he's been restraining himself. Now, with both of us consenting, with rut and heat driving us toward the same goal, he's finally unleashing his full oni nature.

"Yes," I hear myself beg, beyond shame or pride. My hands clutch at his arms, feeling the scales there catch against my palms. "Breed me, alpha. Make me yours completely."

Something snaps in his eyes—the last thread of his control breaking. With a roar that rattles the stone walls, he drives into me with renewed vigor, his pace becoming brutal, relentless. The bed frame creaks alarmingly beneath us, and I briefly wonder if it might collapse under the onslaught.

I feel it then—the beginning of his knot forming at the base of his massive cock. Each thrust forces the swelling knot against my entrance, stretching me wider with each pass. The pressure is both terrifying and exhilarating.

"Take it," he commands, golden eyes boring into mine as the knot grows larger. His face is transformed by rut, features sharper, more predatory. "Take my knot, little omega."

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