"I love you," I murmur against her mouth, punctuating the words with a particularly deep thrust that makes her cry out. "Love how you give yourself to me so completely."
"I love you too," she responds, her hands framing my face with infinite tenderness. "Love how safe I feel when you're inside me, how complete."
The kiss deepens as our bodies move together in perfect synchronization. This is what we were made for—not just the physical joining, but the emotional connection that makes every touch meaningful. My cock curves and flexes inside her, the prehensile tip seeking out spots that make her gasp and arch beneath me.
"That's it," I murmur when she starts to tighten around me, her pussy beginning to flutter with approaching climax. "Come for me, Maya. Show me how much your body missed my cock."
She climaxes with a soft cry that's somehow more devastating than a scream, her pussy gripping my length as pleasure washes through her in rolling waves. But I don't stop moving, don't let the sensation fade. Instead, I shift the angle slightly, letting my prehensile tip stroke new spots while she's still sensitive from her release.
"Oh fuck," she breathes, her eyes going wide as I find a particular spot along her front wall that makes her whole body jerk. "Right there, please don't stop."
"Never," I promise, focusing on that spot until she's sobbing with oversensitivity. "I'm going to make you come until you can't think straight."
And I do. I work that spot with the intelligent tip of my cock, curving and flexing to create pressure that has her writhing beneath me. Her second orgasm builds faster than the first, her enhanced anatomy responding to stimulation that no human male could provide.
"Thorian," she warns, her voice breaking as the peak approaches. "I'm going to?—"
This time when she comes, her whole body convulses beneath me, back arching off the bed as her pussy clamps down around my cock like a vice. The sensation is incredible, but I still don't let myself follow her over. Instead, I keep moving, keep stroking that perfect spot until she's coming again before the first orgasm fully fades.
"Please," she sobs, her hands clawing at my shoulders as I drive her higher. "It's too much, I can't?—"
"Yes, you can," I growl, my pace never faltering. "You can take everything I give you, sweetheart. Your perfect pussy was made for my cock."
I bring her to climax after climax, each one melting into the next until she's a writhing, desperate mess beneath me. Tears of oversensitivity streak down her cheeks, but she never asks me to stop, never pulls away. Through our bond, I feel her surrender—not just physical, but emotional. Complete trust that I'll take her exactly where she needs to go.
By the time I finally let myself follow her over the edge, she's come so many times I've lost count. My release floods herwomb with claiming heat, and the feeling of my seed mixing with what's already there makes my rut surge even higher.
"More," she whispers against my throat as we catch our breath. "I need more."
"Always," I promise, already feeling my cock beginning to stir again inside her. "We're nowhere near done yet."
Round three has her on her hands and knees, and the sight nearly breaks my control entirely.
She's perfect from this angle—back arched in submission, ass high in the air, pussy glistening with slick and my seed from previous rounds. Her thighs tremble with exhaustion and renewed arousal, and I can see everything—the way her swollen lips part in invitation, how her entrance clenches around nothing, begging to be filled again.
"Look at you," I growl, my hands gripping her hips as I position myself behind her. "So fucking beautiful. So ready for my cock."
"Please," she begs, trying to push back against me. "I need you inside me again. I'm so empty without your cock filling me up."
I tease her for a moment, running the thick head of my prehensile cock along her slick folds without penetrating. She whimpers at the sensation, her whole body shuddering as I stroke her swollen clit with my tip.
"Tell me what you want," I command, my voice rough with rut and dominance. "Be specific."
"I want your huge cock splitting me open," she gasps, her voice breaking with need. "Want you to fuck me so hard I feelit for days. Want you to fill my pussy with so much cum I'm dripping with it."
Her desperate words shatter my restraint. I slam into her in one brutal thrust, burying every inch of my cock in her willing pussy. She screams at the sudden fullness, her back arching impossibly as she takes my entire length.
"Fuck, yes," I groan, feeling her inner walls stretch to accommodate my girth. "Your pussy was made for my cock, sweetheart. Look how perfectly you take every inch."
This position lets me go deeper than before, my prehensile cock curving to stroke her cervix while the ridged shaft creates friction against every sensitive spot along her walls. I can feel how impossibly tight she is, how her enhanced anatomy grips me like it never wants to let go.
"Harder," she begs, pushing back against me with desperate hunger. "Fuck me harder. I want to feel you claiming me."
I give her what she wants, my hips snapping forward with enough force to make her ass jiggle with each impact. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the chamber, along with her broken moans and my guttural growls. She feels incredible around my cock, so wet that obscene sounds accompany each thrust.
"You love this, don't you?" I growl, one hand tangling in her hair to pull her head back. "Love being fucked like the perfect omega you are."
"Yes," she sobs, tears of pleasure streaming down her cheeks. "I love how you use my pussy. Love being your perfect fuck toy."
