Page 57 of Warlord’s Prize

"Do you?" His golden eyes hold mine, searching for something. "It means more than possession. The mark connects us—your emotions, your pain, your pleasure. I will feel echoes of everything you experience. And you will feel mine."

This is new information, something never mentioned in resistance briefings about oni claiming practices. The mark isn't just symbolic—it's literally binding, creating connection beyond the physical. A biological tether that no human relationship could replicate.

"Why tell me this?" I ask. "Why not just take what conquest law permits?"

His massive hand slides to the back of my neck, pulling me closer until I can feel the heat radiating from his body. His scent intensifies—smoke and metal and something uniquely him that makes my omega instincts hum with recognition. "Because I want you to choose it," he says simply. "To choose me, as you did when you defended us against the assassins."

Three months ago, I might have laughed bitterly at the idea of choice within captivity. Might have pointed out the fundamental absurdity of "choosing" something when all other options have been systematically eliminated. But now, standing before him, I understand the difference between compulsion and consent within constraint. There's freedom to be found even within the narrowest parameters, if you look hard enough.

"Yes," I tell him, the word feeling momentous. "I choose this. I choose you."

A rumbling growl builds in his chest, satisfaction and relief mingling in the primal sound. With careful movements that belie his enormous strength, he removes my garments one by one until I stand naked before him. His golden eyes travel down my body with hungry appreciation, pupils contracting to predatory slits.

"Mine," he growls, the word familiar yet carrying new meaning.

"Yours," I agree, no longer fighting what my body and heart both know to be true. Something shifts inside me, a final surrender not to conquest but to connection. "As you are mine."

His clothes join mine on the floor, revealing the massive crimson body I've come to know intimately over these months. The tribal markings across his chest and arms seem to shift in the firelight, recording victories and bloodlines in patterns I'm slowly learning to read. His cock stands fully erect, the vibrating nodule at its base already pulsing with anticipation.

He lifts me again, placing me on the enormous bed with surprising gentleness before covering my body with his own. The heat of him burns against my skin, his massive frame blocking out everything else until my world narrows to just this—just us.

His mouth finds mine in a kiss that starts gentle but quickly turns hungry, demanding. My body responds instantly, slick gathering between my thighs as my back arches to press more firmly against him. The kiss is nothing like our first claiming—no violence, no reluctance, just shared hunger that builds with each passing moment.

"Need to taste you first," he murmurs against my lips before moving lower, trailing kisses down my neck, across my breasts. Each touch sends sparks racing across my skin, anticipation building as he works his way down my body. His tongue leaves trails of heat that linger pleasantly.

When his mouth finally reaches the apex of my thighs, I cry out, hands clutching at the furs beneath me. His tongue—hotter than human-normal and slightly rougher in texture—traces through my folds before pressing inside, reaching places that make stars explode behind my eyelids.

"So sweet," he growls against my sensitive flesh, the vibration of his voice sending fresh waves of pleasure coursing through me. His massive hands hold my thighs apart, thumbs gently spreading me to grant him better access. "Already so wet for me."

I whimper as he continues his relentless assault, tongue and fingers working in concert to drive me toward the edge. When his thumb presses against my clit, stroking the sensitive bundle of nerves, I shatter completely. The orgasm crashes through me in merciless waves, his name torn from my throat as my body convulses beneath his touch.

Before I can recover, he moves up my body, positioning himself between my trembling thighs. The massive head of his cock presses against my entrance, hot and insistent.

"Look at me," he commands, and I force my eyes open to meet his golden gaze. The firelight reflects in his eyes, creating mesmerizing rings of amber around his vertical pupils. "Watch as I claim what's mine."

He pushes forward slowly, the enormous head of his cock stretching me with exquisite care. The burn is familiar now, my body recognizing its alpha and yielding to him even as my breath catches at the impossible fullness.

Inch by exquisite inch, he works himself deeper, each ridge along his length dragging against my sensitive inner walls. I watch with fascinated horror as my abdomen visibly distends, the outline of his massive cock visible beneath my skin as he reshapes me from the inside out.

When he's finally seated to the hilt, his cockhead pressing against my cervix and creating a prominent bulge just below my navel, he pauses. We both breathe heavily, adjusting to the overwhelming connection.

"Perfect," he murmurs, one massive hand splaying possessively across the bulge in my abdomen. The contrast between his crimson fingers and my pale skin creates a visual reminder of our fundamental differences, yet somehow heightens the intimacy of the moment. "Made to take me. Made for this."

He begins to move, withdrawing almost completely before sliding back in with measured control. Each thrust sends sparks of pleasure racing up my spine, the ridges along his shaft stimulating nerves I didn't know existed before him.

Then the vibrating nodule at the base of his cock makes contact with my clit, and I scream. The sensation is overwhelming—the fullness inside, the vibration without, the heat of him above me. My hands clutch at his massive forearms, nails digging into crimson skin that's too tough to mark.

"That's it," he encourages, setting a rhythm that builds the pleasure higher with each thrust. His voice has roughened, dropping to that primal register that speaks directly to my omega instincts. "Take what your alpha gives you."

Another orgasm builds impossibly quickly, coiling tight at the base of my spine as he drives into me with increasing urgency. Every thrust pushes me closer to the edge, the vibration intensifying as his excitement grows.

"Now," he growls, adjusting our position so his mouth hovers over the junction of my neck and shoulder. His breath burns against my sensitized skin, making me tremble with anticipation. "Mine."

His teeth break skin just as the orgasm crashes through me, pain and pleasure twining together until I can't separate them anymore. The claiming bite sends electric jolts racing through my body, intensifying the pleasure to nearly unbearable heights. Tears spring to my eyes, not from pain but from the overwhelming sensation of being claimed so completely, so permanently.

I feel it then—a strange doubling of sensation. My pleasure, yes, but echoes of his too. His satisfaction at finally marking me permanently. His possessive triumph. His unexpected tenderness. The emotions flow between us through the newly established bond, reinforcing the physical connection in ways I never anticipated.

His rhythm grows erratic as his own release approaches, the vibrating nodule maintaining relentless pressure against my oversensitive clit. I feel his knot beginning to swell, stretching me wider with each thrust until with one final, powerful drive, he locks us together completely.

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