"Then take it," he growls, and suddenly a vine slides inside me.
The penetration makes me scream—partly from relief, partly from the shock of being breached for the first time. It's not thick enough to take my virginity, but it's the first thing that's ever been inside me, and the sensation is indescribable.
"Oh God," I gasp, my virgin walls clenching around the intrusion. "It feels so strange, so good..."
"You're so tight," he murmurs with obvious satisfaction. "Virgin in every way. Perfect."
The penetration makes me scream with relief and pleasure. It's not thick enough to satisfy completely, but it moves with impossible precision, finding spots inside me I didn't know existed. The texture is unlike anything human—smooth but with subtle ridges that drag against my inner walls in the most perfect way.
"More," I gasp, my hips moving desperately. "Please, I need more."
A second vine joins the first, and the stretch makes me cry out with satisfaction. They move together but independently, one curving to stroke the sensitive spot inside me while the other maintains steady pressure. Combined with Thorian's mouth on my clit, the sensation is almost unbearable.
The third orgasm builds quickly, my body learning to respond to the unique combination of magical and physical stimulation. When it hits, I arch so hard I nearly fall off the table, my scream echoing through the laboratory.
But the vines don't stop. They continue their relentless rhythm, keeping me suspended in pleasure that seems to goon forever. By the time I start to come down, I'm shaking and gasping, completely overwhelmed by sensation.
"That's four," Thorian says with obvious satisfaction. "How are you feeling, little omega?"
"Like I'm going to die if you stop," I admit breathlessly. "Like I need this forever."
"Good," he says, his voice rough with arousal I can hear but not see. "Because we're nowhere near finished."
The vines begin moving again, but this time they're joined by something else. Plants throughout the laboratory are responding to our coupling, their magical energy feeding into the pleasure building between us. Flowers bloom explosively, releasing perfumes that make my head spin with lust. Vines hanging from the ceiling begin moving, creating a canopy of green and gold around us.
"The whole court is responding to your heat," Thorian explains as more vegetation comes alive around us. "Your omega nature is calling to every living thing here, telling them that new life is about to be created."
The thought of our coupling affecting an entire magical realm makes my body respond with renewed arousal. I'm not just being claimed by my alpha—I'm being celebrated by his entire court, welcomed as their future queen and fertility goddess.
The vines inside me begin moving with more purpose now, their rhythm building toward something bigger. At the same time, flowers throughout the room release coordinated bursts of magical pollen that make the air itself feel charged with sexual energy.
"I can feel it everywhere," I gasp as the sensation builds. "In the air, in the plants, in my skin."
"That's my fertility magic responding to you," he says. "Your body is so perfectly designed for this that you're enhancing my own power just by accepting what I'm giving you."
The fifth orgasm is different from the others. Instead of sharp peaks of pleasure, it builds like a wave, rolling through me with increasing intensity until I'm screaming wordlessly. The magical energy in the room seems to pulse with each contraction, creating feedback loops of sensation that make the pleasure seem endless.
"Alpha," I sob when I can finally speak. "Alpha, please, I need your cock. I need you inside me properly."
"Soon," he promises. "One more with just my mouth and vines. I want you completely desperate for my cock before I give it to you."
The promise makes me whimper with need, but I don't protest. I'm learning to trust his control completely, to accept that he knows my body better than I do.
The final orgasm is the most intense yet. Thorian uses everything at his disposal—vines, flowers, magical nectar, his incredibly skilled mouth. The pleasure builds and builds until I'm sure I can't take anymore, then builds further still.
When it finally hits, I think I might actually pass out. My vision goes white as sensation overwhelms every nerve ending, and I'm dimly aware that I'm screaming words I don't remember saying. The magical energy in the room explodes outward, making every plant in the laboratory bloom and fruit simultaneously.
By the time I come back to myself, I'm shaking and gasping, my body hypersensitive and desperate for more. But also completely overwhelmed by everything I've just experienced.
"Six," Thorian says with obvious pride, pressing gentle kisses to my inner thighs. "Perfect, beautiful omega. How are you feeling?"
"Like everything I thought I knew about pleasure was wrong," I whisper honestly. "Like my body isn't even mine anymore."
"It's mine," he says simply, and the possessive declaration makes me shiver. "Every response, every sound, every drop of slick—all mine."
I should probably be concerned by how right that feels, but I'm too blissful to care. Instead, I find myself curious about other things.
"Thorian?" I whisper, suddenly shy despite everything we've just done.
