Page 51 of Warlord’s Prize

The word sends another rush of slick between my thighs. My omega instincts respond to his alpha claim with eager submission, my body preparing itself for him in ways my mind still struggles to accept.

His pants hit the floor next, revealing his massive cock already fully erect. The crimson length stands proud against his abdomen, thicker than my wrist and ridged along its impressive length. The vibrating nodule at its base pulses visibly, responding to my heat-scent. A bead of pre-fluid gathers at the tip, evidence of his arousal.

"Look what you do to me," he says, wrapping one massive hand around himself. The size difference is striking – his hand barely encircles his own girth. "Already so hard for you, little omega."

I can't look away. Even after all this time, the sheer size of him remains intimidating. Yet my body craves him, inner walls clenching with need, slick gathering in humiliating abundance. My heat drives me past embarrassment, past reservations, into pure biological want.

He approaches the bed slowly, each step deliberate, predatory. The floorboards creak beneath his weight. "Tell me what you want."

"You," I admit, omega biology overwhelming whatever pride I have left. "I want you, alpha."

A satisfied rumble builds in his chest as he joins me on the bed. The mattress dips dramatically beneath his weight as he positions himself between my thighs. His hands slide under my hips, tilting them upward as he lowers his head.

"First, I'm going to taste you," he growls, hot breath fanning across my exposed sex. "Going to make you come on my tongue before I fill you with my cock."

Before I can process his words, his mouth is on me. The first swipe of his tongue—hotter than human-normal, slightly rougher texture—tears a cry from my throat. My hands fly to his horns, gripping the smooth curves as my back arches off the bed. The polished surfaces are warm beneath my fingers, smooth yet unyielding.

"So sweet," he murmurs against me, tongue delving deeper. His hands keep me firmly in place as I try to squirm away from the overwhelming sensation. "Sweeter during heat. Made to drive me wild."

His tongue is longer than a human's, able to reach places inside me that make stars explode behind my eyelids. When he seals his mouth over my clit and sucks, I scream, pleasure crashing through me in waves I can't control. My thighs tremble against his massive shoulders.

"That's it," he encourages, working a massive finger inside me as his tongue continues its assault on my clit. "Let me hear how much you need this."

A second finger joins the first, stretching me in preparation for his much larger cock. The burn feels good, right, my body yielding to him with eager hunger. When his fingers curl upward, finding that spot deep inside that makes me see stars, I come apart.

"Alpha!" I cry out, hips bucking against his face as pleasure whites out my vision. My inner muscles clamp down around his fingers, trying to pull them deeper.

He works me through the orgasm, gentling his touch as the aftershocks ripple through me. When he finally raises his head, his chin gleams with my slick, his golden eyes glowing with primal satisfaction.

"So responsive," he purrs, withdrawing his fingers. "But that was just the beginning."

He rises above me, massive body blocking out the light. One hand braces beside my head while the other guides his enormous cock to my entrance. The blunt head presses against me, hot and insistent.

"Look at me," he commands, and I force my eyes open to meet his golden gaze. The vertical pupils have contracted to thin slits, focusing on me with predatory intensity. "I want to see your face when I claim you."

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.

"So tight," he groans, muscles in his neck straining with the effort of restraint. The tribal markings along his throat pulse with his racing heartbeat. "Even after everything, you're still so tight around me."

Inch by excruciating 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.

"Mine," he growls, one massive hand splaying possessively across the bulge in my abdomen. The contrast between his crimson fingers and my pale skin is striking. "Made to take me. Made to carry my young."

The words send a fresh rush of slick around his invading length, my omega biology responding eagerly to the breeding talk. "Yours," I agree, beyond denying it.

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. "Take what your alpha gives you."

Another wave of heat crashes through my core, intensifying every sensation. My skin feels hypersensitive, every brush of his body against mine sending electric tingles racing across nerve endings. This is different from regular claiming—heat makes everything sharper, more intense, more desperate.

"Your cunt is squeezing me so tight," he growls, pace increasing as his own control frays. Scales shimmer across his shoulders, spreading down his arms as his rut strengthens. "Trying to milk the seed from me already."

His crude words should offend me, but they only drive my arousal higher. I find myself meeting his thrusts, hips lifting to take him deeper.

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