He's patient with this position, taking time to let my body adjust to the impossible depth. Each thrust is deliberate, angled precisely to hit my cervix while his cock curves to strokeevery sensitive spot inside me. The pressure is constant and overwhelming, but gradually my body begins to respond with desperate arousal instead of shock.
"That's it," he encourages as I start to move with him, my hips tilting to take him even deeper despite the intensity. "Learn to crave what only I can give you."
His weight keeps me pinned and helpless, unable to escape the sensation of being thoroughly possessed. But slowly, the overwhelming pressure transforms into the most incredible pleasure I've ever experienced. Every thrust against my cervix sends sparks through my entire nervous system.
"Please," I beg, my voice breaking as he maintains the relentless pace. "Please don't stop, it feels so good when you hit that spot."
"I know exactly what my little omega needs," he growls, his movements becoming more confident as my body opens for him completely. "You need to be bred deep, need to feel your alpha claiming the entrance to your womb."
He's right. The deeper he goes, the more desperate I become for his seed. My body seems to understand instinctively that this position is designed for conception, for ensuring his release reaches exactly where it needs to be.
"More," I sob, my back arching despite the restraint of my folded position. "Harder, deeper, I need everything you can give me."
He responds by increasing his pace, each thrust now driving with punishing force against my cervix. The sensation is so intense I can barely breathe, my vision blurring with pleasure that borders on transcendent.
"I want to see you come in this position," he commands, his breathing ragged with the effort of maintaining control. "Want to feel your womb opening for my seed."
His words send me over the edge. My body convulses around him, inner walls fluttering as the most intense climax of my life crashes through me. But instead of the usual satisfaction, the orgasm only makes me more desperate for his claiming.
"Again," I gasp as soon as I can speak. "Please, make me come again, I need?—"
He cuts off my words by driving even deeper, hitting angles that make me scream with pleasure. This time he doesn't hold back, pounding into me with devastating force while I writhe helplessly beneath him.
"Such a perfect little breeding omega," he praises as I fall apart around his length. "Learning to crave the deep claiming that will make you a mother."
I lose count of how many times I climax in this position. Each orgasm seems to open me further, my body adapting to accommodate his impossible size and depth. By the time his own control finally starts to crack, I'm sobbing with overwhelming sensation.
"I'm going to knot you like this," he warns, his movements becoming erratic as his own climax approaches. "Going to lock us together with my cock pressed against your cervix."
The thought sends another wave of arousal through me. "Yes," I beg, my body trembling with anticipation. "Knot me, breed me, fill me so deep I can't think of anything else."
When his knot begins to swell, the sensation is incredible. The thick base of his cock expands inside me while the tip remains pressed against my cervix, ensuring that when he comes, every drop of his seed will be driven directly into my womb.
"Perfect," he breathes as his knot locks us together, his release flooding me with what feels like impossible amounts of seed. "Taking my knot so beautifully while I fill your womb completely."
The position means I can feel everything—his cock pulsing against my cervix, his seed flooding into my womb, the way my body accepts and holds every drop. The sensation is so intimate and intense that I come again just from feeling him empty himself inside me.
"Mine," he growls possessively as I shake beneath him. "My omega, my mate, carrying my seed exactly where it belongs."
We stay locked together for what feels like hours, his knot keeping us intimately connected while his vines emerge to stroke and caress my folded body. The position should be uncomfortable, but my transformed anatomy handles it easily, designed now to accommodate whatever he requires.
When his knot finally begins to soften, I whimper at the thought of losing the connection. But instead of withdrawing completely, he stays partially inside me while shifting our positions.
"One more," he says, his voice still rough with arousal despite the thorough claiming we've just shared. "Your transformation needs one final position to complete the process."
He pulls out completely, leaving me whimpering at the sudden emptiness. My body feels hollow without him, desperate to be filled again even after the intensive knotting we just shared.
"On your knees," he commands, but when I move to comply, he guides me into something entirely different. "But this time, I want you facing away while I'm underneath you."
He positions himself on his back against the moss while I straddle him in reverse, my back to his chest. In this position, his prehensile cock can curve inside me to hit angles that should be impossible while his hands and vines have complete access to every sensitive spot on my body.
"Lower yourself onto my cock," he commands, his hands guiding my hips. "Slowly. After that deep knotting, you'll be even more sensitive."
He's right. When I begin to sink down onto his length, every ridge and texture feels magnified. The reverse angle means his cock curves forward inside me, stroking along my front wall in ways that make me shake with renewed pleasure.
"Perfect," he breathes as I take him completely. "Your body has learned to crave exactly what I can give you."
I begin to move, but the sensations are overwhelming after our previous coupling. His prehensile length curves and flexes inside me, finding spots that make me cry out with each movement. His vines emerge to wrap around my breasts, pinching and teasing my nipples while others stroke my still-sensitive clit.
