Page 66 of Warlord’s Prize

"Perfect," he rumbles, one hand splaying across the visible distension his cock creates. "Made for this. Made for me."

I begin to move, establishing a rhythm that starts slow but quickly intensifies as my body remembers this dance. His hands guide my movements, supporting my weight when my thighs tremble with effort. The vibrating nodule at the base of his cock makes contact with my clit, sending electric jolts of pleasure racing through my core.

"I forgot how good this feels," I gasp, head falling back as the pleasure builds with embarrassing speed.

"I didn't," he growls, hands tightening on my hips as he begins thrusting upward to meet my movements. "Thought about it every night. Watching you feed our child, your scent changing with motherhood. Drove me wild."

The vibration intensifies as his excitement grows, pushing me rapidly toward the edge. "Going to come," I warn, voice breaking as the pressure coils tighter. "Already—so close?—"

"Let go," he commands, golden eyes watching my face with hungry intensity. "Show me how much you've missed this."

The orgasm crashes through me with unexpected force, inner walls clenching rhythmically around his massive length as pleasure whites out my vision. I cry out his name, hips bucking erratically as he maintains the perfect pressure against my clit.

Before I can recover, he flips our position with surprising gentleness, arranging me beneath him with careful attention to my comfort. The new angle allows him to thrust deeper, each ridge along his length dragging against my sensitive inner walls with delicious friction.

"Missed this," he growls, pace increasing as his control begins to fray. "Missed being inside you. Feeling you take all of me."

The second orgasm builds impossibly quickly after the first, pleasure spiraling higher with each powerful thrust. When his knot begins to swell, stretching me wider with every pass, the slight pain only enhances the building pleasure.

"Yes," I gasp, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. "Want your knot. Want all of you."

With one final, powerful thrust, he seats his knot inside me, locking us together completely. The pressure against my inner walls triggers another climax, tears springing to my eyes as pleasure crashes through me in endless waves.

"Mine," he roars, his own release flooding me with burning heat. His seed fills me completely, the quantity impressive even after so much time together.

When the last aftershocks fade, he carefully arranges us on our sides, his massive body curled protectively around mine as his knot keeps us joined. His hand traces gentle patterns across my skin, touch reverent yet possessive in equal measure.

"The council can wait another day," he murmurs against my claiming mark, lips brushing the sensitive scar. "Maybe two."

I laugh softly, covering his hand with mine. "Trying to keep the Honored Consort in bed? The clan might object."

"The clan can raise objections after I've properly welcomed my mate back to full activities," he counters, voice rumbling with satisfaction. "It's a matter of priority."

From her bassinet, Kaida makes a small sound – not quite a cry, but a reminder of her presence. Through our claiming bond, I feel Kazuul's immediate shift in attention, the protective instinct flaring even as his knot keeps us physically connected.

"She's fine," I assure him, feeling the same instinctive response within myself. "Just dreaming."

His massive body relaxes slightly, though one golden eye remains fixed on the bassinet. The contrast would make me laugh if it wasn't so endearing – the fearsome warlord unable to fully focus on his mate while his offspring might need attention.

"This is our new normal, isn't it?" I say, gesturing to encompass all of it – our joined bodies, our sleeping child, the fortress chambers that house the strange family we've created. "Interrupted intimacy and divided attention."

"Worth it," he says simply, with such conviction that emotion tightens my throat unexpectedly.

Through our claiming bond, I feel the echo of his certainty – his absolute belief that this life we've built together, this partnership forged from captivity and choice, this child born of our unlikely union, is worth any sacrifice or adjustment.

And as sleep begins to claim me, knotted to the oni warlord while our hybrid daughter dreams nearby, I find myself in perfect agreement.

The path that brought me here was never one I would have chosen. The conquest system remains a reality neither of us can fully transform. The power dynamics – physical, political, biological – will always exist between us.

Yet within these constraints, we've created something real. Something that matters. Something that, against all odds, feels like freedom.

And when Kaida wakes an hour later, demanding attention that interrupts Kazuul mid-claim, his resigned sigh followed by tender care for our daughter only confirms what I already know.

Some bonds, once forged, transcend their beginnings completely. Some choices, even made within narrow constraints, create possibilities neither world ever imagined.

Some endings become beginnings beyond anything we dared to hope.

CHAPTER26

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