The first inch steals my breath. The ridged head of his cock stretches my pussy wider than anything human anatomy could manage, but my enhanced omega biology opens for him eagerly. The burn of the stretch mingles with relief so intense it brings tears to my eyes.
"That's it," he encourages, holding perfectly still while my cunt adjusts. "Take your time. Let your pussy open for me."
Another inch, then another, the prehensile tip beginning to curve and explore my inner walls with intelligent precision. The flexible length moves inside me like it's alive, seeking out sensitive spots and stroking them with deliberate care. The sensation is overwhelming—not just the physical stretch, but the way his cock seems to know exactly where to touch me.
"Your cock feels perfect," I gasp as he slowly fills me completely, the prehensile tip curving to stroke my cervix while the ridged shaft massages every inch of my inner walls. "Like it was made for my pussy."
"It was," he replies, his voice rough with emotion as he bottoms out inside me. "Every inch designed to claim you, to pleasure you, to fill you exactly the way you need."
When he begins to move, the sensation threatens to shatter my sanity. Six months of celibacy have made every nerve ending hypersensitive, and the way his prehensile length curves and flexes inside me creates friction that sends lightning through my entire system. The ridged shaft drags against my walls while the flexible tip seeks out spots that make me scream with pleasure.
But more than physical pleasure, I feel the emotional significance of our reunion. This is our first fuck since I sacrificed my divinity to save his people, the first time we've come together as equals who chose each other over power.
"I love you," I gasp as his pace increases, his massive frame moving above me with controlled power. "I love what we've built together."
"I love you too," he replies, his hands framing my face with infinite tenderness despite the desperate claiming of his hips. "More than existence, more than eternity, more than everything I thought mattered before I found you."
The confession pushes me higher, and I feel my second orgasm building with devastating intensity. But this time, I can sense through our bond that he's climbing toward his own peak, his control finally fraying after months of careful restraint.
"Come with me," I beg, my hands clawing at his shoulders as the sensation threatens to overwhelm me. "I want to feel you come inside my pussy."
His cock begins to swell at the base, the knot that will lock us together forming with promise of the deepest possible claiming.The prehensile tip curls against my cervix while the ridged shaft stretches my walls, the intelligent movement of his length creating sensations no human anatomy could ever provide. The stretch is exquisite, pushing my enhanced anatomy to its limits while promising the fullness my heat-addled body craves.
"Mine," he growls as his knot catches at my entrance. "My perfect omega, my brilliant queen, my salvation."
"Yours," I agree, then scream his name as he forces the knot home.
The stretch of being locked together triggers my second orgasm with violent intensity. My pussy clamps down around his massive length while waves of pleasure roll through me like storm surge. Through our bond, I feel the exact moment his control shatters, his release flooding my womb with claiming heat that makes my toes curl.
"Fuck," I gasp as his seed fills me completely. "So much cum. I can feel you filling me up."
"That's right," he growls against my throat. "Every drop where it belongs. Where it's always belonged."
We collapse together in a tangle of satisfied limbs, his knot keeping us intimately connected while we catch our breath. Through the windows, I can hear the sound of spontaneous celebration from the gardens below—even the plants are responding to the joy radiating from their restored queen and her mate.
"How do you feel?" he asks after our breathing returns to normal, his hands stroking my sweat-damp skin.
"Perfect," I reply honestly, marveling at how complete I feel with his cock locked inside my pussy. "Like everything is exactly as it should be."
"Any regrets about the sacrifice?"
I consider this seriously, taking inventory of my reduced but still significant magical abilities, the choice that defined who we became together.
"None," I say firmly. "This—us, Ryaed, the court's prosperity—this is worth more than any divine power I might have kept."
His arms tighten around me possessively. "I still can't believe you chose to give up divinity for my people."
"I didn't give up immortality," I correct gently. "I'm still bonded to you, still enhanced, still going to live for centuries as your queen. I just gave up the impossible power that was slowly killing me anyway."
"And gained something more valuable," he observes, his hand finding mine to lace our fingers together.
"What's that?"
"The knowledge that our bond was chosen rather than compelled. That what we have is real because we both sacrificed for it."
As his knot finally releases and we separate, I feel the contentment that comes from being properly fucked during heat. But more than physical satisfaction, I feel the deep peace of knowing we've survived the worst possible trials and emerged stronger.
"Ready for round two?" he asks with the wicked smile that still makes my heart flutter.
