Page 63 of Warlord’s Prize

"Tell me what you want," he demands, fingers still working inside me with maddening precision. "Be specific."

"I want you," I pant, beyond embarrassment or hesitation. "Want to feel you inside me. Want that perfect fullness only you can give me."

His chest rumbles with approval. With careful movements, he helps me onto my side, positioning a pillow beneath my rounded belly for support. This has become our most frequent position as my pregnancy progressed—allowing deep connection without putting pressure on our growing child.

He stretches out behind me, his massive body curving protectively around mine. I feel the hot, hard length of his cock pressing against the curve of my ass, already fully erect and impressive in its proportions.

"Ready?" he asks, one hand sliding down to lift my upper leg slightly, opening me to him.

"Yes," I breathe, pushing back against him in eager invitation. "Please."

The blunt head of his cock presses against my entrance, hot and insistent. Despite the abundant slick my body produces, the initial penetration still burns slightly—his size proportional to his enormous frame, stretching me to my limit with each claiming.

He enters me with exquisite slowness, each ridge along his massive length dragging against my sensitive inner walls as he pushes deeper. I gasp at the stretch, the familiar fullness that never fails to take my breath away.

"So tight," he groans, his control evident in the careful way he seats himself inside me. "Still so perfect around me, even after all this time."

When he's fully inside, his cock creates the now-familiar bulge in my lower abdomen, visible even alongside my pregnant belly. The sight never fails to arouse us both—visual evidence of how deeply he claims me, how completely I take him.

"Can you feel how perfectly you take me?" he rumbles, massive hand splaying across the distension his cock creates. "Made for this. Made for me."

He begins to move with careful precision, shallow thrusts that maintain the connection without disturbing our child. Each movement sends sparks of pleasure racing along my spine, the ridges along his length stimulating nerves that respond only to him now.

"Faster," I urge, pressing back against him. "I won't break."

His growl of approval vibrates through my back where it presses against his chest. "Greedy little omega," he teases, pace increasing slightly. "Always wanting more."

As his thrusts deepen, I feel it—the specialized nodule at the base of his cock making contact with my swollen clit. The vibration begins immediately, sending electric jolts of pleasure racing through my core.

The vibration intensifies as his excitement grows, pulsing in time with his increasingly powerful thrusts. My first orgasm builds with embarrassing speed, pleasure coiling tight at the base of my spine before exploding outward in merciless waves.

"Kazuul!" I cry out, inner walls clenching rhythmically around his massive length as pleasure crashes through me.

"That's it," he encourages, never breaking rhythm. "Squeeze my cock just like that. But we're nowhere near done."

Before the aftershocks of my first climax fully fade, he carefully adjusts our position. With surprising gentleness for one so large, he helps me onto hands and knees, positioning pillows to support my belly and breasts.

"This way I can go deeper," he explains, massive hands steadying my hips as he positions himself behind me. "While keeping weight off the baby."

The first thrust in this new position tears another cry from my throat. The angle allows him to reach places inside me that make coherent thought impossible, the ridges along his length dragging against my sensitive inner walls with delicious friction.

"Look at you take me," he growls, one hand sliding around to splay across my distended belly. "So full of my child, yet still so hungry for my cock."

His pace increases, each powerful thrust carefully controlled to avoid disturbing our child while still delivering maximum pleasure. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills our chamber, punctuated by my increasingly desperate moans.

"Going to fill you again," he promises, voice roughening with approaching climax. "Pump you so full you'll feel it for days."

The vibrating nodule maintains relentless contact with my clit in this position, sending continuous waves of pleasure crashing through me. My arms tremble with the effort of supporting my upper body, overwhelmed by sensation.

"Can't—can't hold myself up much longer," I gasp, muscles quivering with exhaustion and overstimulation.

With fluid grace that belies his enormous size, Kazuul adjusts our position again. He lies on his back, massive hands guiding me to straddle him reverse-facing, my back to his chest. My pregnant belly hangs free, supported by his hands as he helps me sink down onto his massive length once more.

"Now you can rest while I fill you," he rumbles, the possessive words sending fresh heat spiraling through my core. "Let me do the work."

In this position, I'm completely at his mercy—impaled on his enormous cock, my pregnant body supported entirely by his strength. The vulnerability would have terrified me once. Now it feels like freedom.

His hands grip my hips, lifting me slightly before pulling me back down onto his length. The position allows for deeper penetration than I thought possible, his cockhead pressing against my cervix with each controlled thrust.

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