"It won't fit," I pant, even as my body stretches to accommodate it. The pressure is incredible, the stretch beyond anything I've experienced.
"It will." His voice brooks no argument. "Because you're mine now. And mine takes what I give her."
When his knot finally pushes past my entrance and locks inside me, the sensation is overwhelming. I scream—a sound of pleasure so intense it doesn't seem human—as my pussy is stretched wider than ever before. The knot swells to full size, locking us together completely.
I'm trapped. Claimed. Owned in the most fundamental way possible. And instead of panic, all I feel is rightness.
His release follows immediately, hot seed flooding my pussy while his knot keeps every drop inside me. His secondary cock continues moving in my rear entrance, the rhythm never faltering, prolonging the pleasure until I'm sobbing with the intensity of it.
"Mine," he growls against my ear as he fills me. "All mine."
"Yours," I gasp back. "Completely yours."
The knotting seems to last forever. His cock pulses inside me, releasing wave after wave of seed while his knot keeps us locked together. I can feel every spasm, every release, the warmth spreading through my core like liquid fire.
His hands are everywhere—stroking my hair, tracing the ice patterns on my skin, holding me close while his body covers mine protectively. The tenderness mixed with the primal claiming breaks down walls I didn't know I still had.
"How does it feel?" he asks during a quiet moment, his voice gentle now.
"Perfect," I whisper, and mean it completely. "I feel perfect."
"Because you are. You're exactly what you were meant to be."
We stay knotted for hours, his body curved around mine protectively while he feeds me water from his fingers and strokes my hair. Sometimes his cock pulses again, adding more seed to what's already filling me. Sometimes I climax just from the feeling of his knot shifting inside me, the pressure creating friction against spots that make me see stars.
The ice patterns spread further across my skin during our joining, delicate spirals and flowers that mark me as his in ways that will never fade. My hair grows lighter too, auburn shifting toward silver strand by strand.
"The magic recognizes you," he explains, tracing one of the frost designs with a fingertip. "It's marking you as mine at the cellular level."
"Will they hurt?" I ask, though the patterns feel warm and right against my skin.
"Never. They're part of you now. Part of us."
When his knot finally goes down after what feels like hours, I whimper at the sudden emptiness as he pulls out. Seed spills from my used pussy, proof of our joining, and he gathers some on his fingers.
"Taste," he commands, bringing his fingers to my lips.
I obey without hesitation, sucking his fingers clean and shivering at the intimate salt-musk flavor of us combined. The act feels like communion, like accepting something sacred.
But before I can process the emptiness fully, he's already positioning me for more.
"That was just the first round," he says, his cocks still hard and ready. "We have all night, little omega. All night for me to claim you properly."
He pulls out completely, and I whimper at the loss of fullness. But before I can protest, he's flipping me onto my hands and knees, positioning me exactly how he wants me.
"Present for your alpha," he commands, and my body obeys before my mind can object.
I arch my back instinctively, offering myself to him in the most submissive pose possible. The position makes me feel vulnerable and exposed, but also right. Natural. Like this is how I'm meant to be.
When he slides back inside—both cocks filling me again—I nearly collapse from the intensity. This position lets him go even deeper, hitting spots that make me see stars with every thrust.
"Look at you," he murmurs, his hands gripping my hips as he fucks me with steady, powerful strokes. "Perfect submission. This is what you were born for."
This second round builds slower, more deliberately. He takes his time, varying his rhythm, teaching my body to respond to his every whim. The dual sensation of both cocks moving inside me is addictive—I never want it to stop.
My transformation accelerates during this claiming. More of my hair shifts to silver, and I can feel my eyes changing color, the brown deepening to blue then lightening to ice. The ice patterns spread further across my skin, creating intricate designs that pulse with inner light.
"Beautiful," he pants above me. "Absolutely beautiful. My perfect transformed omega."
