The prophecy is stirring. Ancient magic responding to the first real bond I've felt in centuries. She's the one—I can feel it in my bones, in the way the palace itself celebrates her submission. In the way my magic recognizes hers, omega power calling to alpha dominance across the species barrier.
In the distance, I sense approval from an even older power. Lord Oberon, the ancient mentor who first guided me toward understanding the true nature of omega claiming. His satisfaction whispers through the magical currents—Well done. The prophecy progresses as it should.
Soon, she'll feel it too.
"Tell me you want it," I demand, positioning my primary shaft at her entrance.
"I want it." Her voice breaks on the words. "I want you inside me. I want you to claim me and make me yours."
"Good girl."
And then I push inside.
CHAPTER 13
ELISE
DAYS 33-34
When he pushes inside me,I scream.
Not in pain—in relief so intense it borders on agony. His cock is thick and cold and exactly what my body has been crying for through three days of torment. Every ridge along his shaft drags against my oversensitive walls as he slides deeper, and I can't do anything but take it. Take all of him stretching me open wider than I've ever been stretched before.
The emptiness that's been clawing at me for days—that hollow, desperate ache that made me want to tear my own skin off—finally starts to ease. This is what I needed. Not just to be filled, but to be filled by him. By my alpha. The word settles in my mind without resistance now, natural as breathing, right as gravity.
His cock is perfect inside me—thick enough to stretch me completely, long enough to reach depths I didn't know existed, cold enough to soothe the fever burning through my veins. The ridges along his length create friction against my walls that sends sparks of electricity through my core with every tiny movement.
"Better?" he asks, and his voice is rougher than I've ever heard it, strained with his own need.
"Yes," I sob, tears of relief streaming down my face. "God, yes. Don't stop. Please don't ever stop."
He bottoms out inside me, and for the first time in days, the desperate ache eases to something manageable. I'm full, finally full, stretched around his cock like I was made for it. My pussy grips him instinctively, trying to pull him deeper even though there's nowhere left to go.
Which I was, wasn't I? Made for him. Shaped by biology and magic and fate to be the perfect receptacle for whatever he wants to give me. The perfect omega for this particular alpha.
The thought should horrify me. Instead, it makes me clench around him, drawing a groan from his throat that vibrates through my bones and settles deep in my core.
"That's just the first one," he says, and I feel his second cock pressing against my entrance.
I know what's coming—I've touched both of them, explored their different shapes and textures—but feeling him position the thinner, longer shaft at my rear entrance still makes my breath catch.
"I remember," I whisper, recalling how different they felt in my hands. "But I didn't think—both at once?—"
"Both at once," he confirms, his voice rough with need. "The way you were made to be claimed."
The second cock is different from the first—thinner but longer, with ridges that seem to move and pulse against my skin. He reaches between us, gathering the slick that's flowing freely from my pussy, using it to coat his secondary shaft.
"There's room," he murmurs, positioning it at my rear entrance. "Your body will make room. It wants both of them."
I should protest. Should tell him it's impossible, that I'm not built for this, that it will never fit. But my body betrays me,relaxing and opening for him even as my mind reels. The omega in me recognizes what's happening and prepares for it with an eagerness that shames my human consciousness.
When he starts pushing his second cock inside my rear entrance, I think I might die from the sensation.
"Too much," I gasp, my fingers clawing at the silk beneath me. "It's too much, I can't?—"
"You can." His voice is firm, commanding, leaving no room for argument. "This is what you were made for, little omega. To take both my cocks and be grateful for the privilege."
The stretch is incredible, overwhelming, impossible. My body shouldn't be able to accommodate him like this, but somehow it does. The slick eases his way, and my omega biology adapts with frightening efficiency, stretching and adjusting until he's sliding deeper.
