"The transformation is beginning," Thorian murmurs against my throat, his voice sending shivers through my oversensitive skin. I can feel something golden and warm flowing between us, making every sensation ten times more intense.
When his knot finally releases, the loss of connection makes me cry out and arch against him, already desperate to be filled again. But instead of our usual positions, he lifts me effortlessly, his massive strength making me feel delicate and cherished.
"I want to show you what your enhanced body can handle now," he says, carrying me toward the living wall of the conservatory. "Positions that would have been impossible before your transformation began."
He presses my back against the vine-covered wall, the living plants immediately responding to his presence by forming a supportive cradle around my body. The sensation is incredible—dozens of soft, warm tendrils wrapping around my waist, supporting my weight while others caress my arms and shoulders.
"The vines will support you completely," he explains as thicker tendrils wrap around my thighs, spreading them wide and holding them in perfect position. "You can take everything I give you without any strain."
The wall pulses with life against my back, every vine moving in rhythm with our heartbeats. I'm suspended in mid-air, completely vulnerable and exposed, my channel already slick with desperate need.
When he positions himself at my entrance, the anticipation makes me tremble. "Please," I whisper, my hands gripping the vines holding me. "I need you so badly."
He enters me slowly, and the angle is unlike anything we've shared before. His prehensile cock curves upward inside me while gravity helps drive him impossibly deep, the combination making me cry out as he hits spots I didn't know existed.
"Oh god," I gasp, my body trembling as the wall vines pulse against my skin in time with his movements. "You're so deep like this, I can feel you in my throat."
"This is what your body was designed for," he breathes, beginning to move with long, powerful strokes. "To be claimed in ways no human anatomy could handle."
The wall vines respond to his fertility magic, glowing softly as they hold me in perfect position for his claiming. Every thrust drives him deeper at this impossible angle, his cock curving to stroke along my inner walls in patterns that make my vision blur with pleasure.
"More," I beg, my voice breaking as sensation overwhelms me. "Please, I need more."
He increases his pace, the wall supporting me completely as he pounds into me with devastating force. The vines around mythighs pulse and squeeze, adding pressure that enhances every sensation while others stroke my breasts and throat.
"Such a perfect little breeding omega," he praises, his breathing ragged as he watches me fall apart in his living restraints. "Taking my cock so beautifully while the vines worship every inch of your skin."
I lose myself in the sensation—his massive length driving into me at this incredible angle while dozens of warm, pulsing tendrils caress every sensitive spot on my body. When my first climax hits, I scream so loudly that flowers throughout the conservatory burst into bloom.
"That's it," he encourages as I convulse around his length. "Show me how much you love being claimed like this."
But he doesn't stop. He continues the relentless pace, driving me from one peak to another until I'm sobbing with overwhelming pleasure. Only when I'm completely wrung out does he finally lift me away from the wall.
"This is just the beginning, sweetheart," he promises, and then he's lifting me completely, holding my entire weight with his hands while his cock supports me from below. "Your body can handle so much more now."
The sensation of being completely suspended on his length is indescribable. I'm utterly helpless, my weight driving him even deeper inside me while his powerful arms control every movement. When he begins to walk across the conservatory, still buried inside me, each step sends shockwaves through my core.
"I can't," I gasp, clinging to his shoulders as his cock shifts and moves within me with every stride. "It's too intense, too much?—"
"You can take anything I give you," he assures me, his voice strained with the effort of carrying me while maintaining our intimate connection. "Your transformed body was made for this kind of claiming."
He proves his point by adjusting his grip, lifting me higher before letting me slide down his length again. The movement makes me scream with pleasure as he hits new angles, his cock curved to stroke every sensitive spot inside me.
"Please," I sob as he continues the torturous walk, each step driving him impossibly deep. "Please let me come again, I need?—"
"Not yet," he commands, his voice dark with authority. "I want you desperate when I put you in the next position."
By the time he reaches the raised platform covered in soft moss, I'm sobbing with need. My entire body trembles with the effort of holding back climax, every nerve ending screaming for release.
He lowers me onto the moss, but instead of the gentle position I expect, he manipulates my legs until I'm folded nearly in half. My knees are pressed to my shoulders, my body completely opened and vulnerable while he looms above me.
"This position lets me reach your cervix directly," he explains, his voice rough with arousal as he demonstrates with a shallow thrust that makes me cry out. "Essential for the deepest breeding."
The angle is incredible and overwhelming. When he begins to move properly, every thrust drives directly against the entrance to my womb, the pressure intense enough to make me see stars.
"Too deep," I gasp, my hands fisting in the moss as he maintains the punishing angle. "You're too deep, I can't?—"
"Your body can take it," he assures me, his pace starting slow and building gradually. "This is what you were transformed for—to carry my seed in the deepest parts of your womb."
