Even after last night and this morning's thorough claiming, the initial stretch as he breaches me is intense. My body yields to him gradually, slick easing his passage as I work to accommodate his impossible girth.
"That's it," he encourages, his hands spanning my waist as his vines help lower me inch by careful inch. "Open for your alpha like your body was designed to do."
The first ridge catches on my sensitive flesh, making me gasp and pause in my descent. His prehensile nature allows him to curve slightly, finding the perfect angle to ease deeper without discomfort.
"Breathe for me, little one," he coaches when I tense around his size. "Your channel was made to take my seed deep. Trust what it knows."
I force myself to relax, and immediately feel the difference as my channel opens more readily. Another inch slides home, then another, each ridge creating delicious friction that makes my vision blur with pleasure.
"So beautiful," he breathes, watching my face as I take more of him. "My exquisite little omega, stretching herself around her alpha's cock like she was born for this exact purpose."
Halfway down his length, I have to stop and adjust, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so thoroughly filled. His vines stroke my skin soothingly while his hands massage my hips, helping my body accommodate what should be impossible.
"You're doing so well, sweetheart," he praises, his voice thick with restraint as my tight channel grips him. "Taking every inch like the perfect breeder you were meant to be."
With his encouragement and the support of his vines, I continue my descent. Each new inch brings fresh sensations as different ridges stimulate different spots inside me. By the time I'm three-quarters of the way down, I'm trembling with the effort and the overwhelming pleasure.
"Almost there," he assures me, his fertility magic beginning to pulse through our connection. "Just a little more and you'll have all of your alpha's breeding cock buried deep in your perfect little channel."
The final few inches are the most challenging, his thickness stretching me to my absolute limits. But when I finally settle fully onto his hips, completely impaled on his massive length, the sense of completion is indescribable.
"Perfect," he breathes reverently, his hands framing my face as golden light begins to emanate from his skin. "Absolutely perfect. Look at you, little omega, taking every inch of my cock like your womb was created specifically to receive my seed."
I feel impossibly full, stretched and claimed and possessed in ways that satisfy something fundamental in my omega nature. Every ridge along his length presses against sensitive spots inside me, creating a constant low-level pleasure that makes coherent thought nearly impossible.
"I can feel your heartbeat through your cock," I whisper in wonder, amazed by how deeply he's seated inside me.
"And I can feel how your body grips me," he replies, his voice rough with barely controlled need. "Like silk made specifically to sheathe your alpha's length. Now show me how well you've learned to ride me, precious one."
I begin to move, his vines helping to lift and lower me in rhythms that drive us both wild. The conservatory around us responds to our coupling—flowers blooming out of season, vines growing more lush, the very air shimmering with golden fertility magic that makes every sensation more intense.
"Such a devoted little omega," he praises as I find angles that make us both gasp with pleasure. "Learning to milk your alpha's cock so perfectly, making everything around us bloom with fertile magic."
His hands guide my movements while his vines provide support and additional stimulation, wrapping around my breasts and stroking my clit as I ride him. The combination is overwhelming, multiple points of pleasure that have me crying out with each movement.
"You're so deep," I breathe, marveling at how completely he fills me. "I can feel you in my very soul."
"Because we're connected by more than just flesh, precious flower," he explains, his voice strained with approaching climax. "My magic recognizes you as mate, as the other half of my essence."
The golden light around us intensifies, and I can feel his fertility magic flowing through our connection, enhancing every sensation until I'm balanced on the knife's edge of release. Plants throughout the conservatory respond by producing seeds and fruit, celebrating our union.
"Going to come," I gasp, my body trembling as pleasure builds beyond what I can contain.
"Together," he commands, his hands tightening on my hips as his own control finally snaps. "Come with your alpha, sweet blossom. Let me feel you bloom around my cock."
I shatter with a scream that probably echoes through the entire palace, my inner walls clamping down on his length as the most intense orgasm of my life tears through me. He follows immediately, roaring his release as he floods me with what feels like an impossible amount of seed, his knot swelling inside me to lock us together as it always does.
The sensation of his knot expanding sends aftershocks through my already oversensitive body.
"Yes," I sob as his knot expands fully, ensuring every drop of his seed stays exactly where it belongs. "Lock us together, breed me properly."
"My perfect little omega," he growls possessively as his knot reaches full size, making separation impossible. "Taking my knot so beautifully, accepting everything your alpha has to give you."
His vines wrap around us both now, creating a cocoon of living green while fertility magic makes the air sparkle with golden light. We're locked together completely, his massive knot ensuring his seed has the best possible chance to take root.
"How long this time?" I ask, already growing drowsy from the intensity of our coupling.
"Hours," he admits, settling us more comfortably while remaining careful of our intimate connection. "My knots are designed for thorough breeding, little flower. We'll stay connected until my body is certain you've been properly seeded."
