The confession makes my rut roar with satisfaction. This brilliant, strong woman who sacrificed divinity to save my people is writhing beneath me, reduced to pure omega need by my cock. The contrast between her usual composed intelligence and this desperate, babbling creature drives me wild.
I reach around to find her clit, stroking the swollen bud while my cock pistons in and out of her willing body. The combination of sensations makes her scream, her pussy clenching around me like a vice as another orgasm crashes through her.
"That's it," I encourage, never stopping my relentless pace. "Come on my cock. Show me how much you love being claimed."
She comes apart beneath me, her whole body convulsing as pleasure overwhelms her. But I don't give her time to recover—I keep fucking her through the climax, my prehensile tip curving to hit new spots while she's still shaking from her release.
"Too much," she gasps, her hands fisting in the sheets. "It's too much, I can't?—"
"You can take it," I growl, my fingers working her clit with ruthless precision. "You're going to take everything I give you, because that's what good omegas do."
I drive her to another peak, then another, each climax more intense than the last. By the time I feel my own release building, she's completely lost to sensation, nothing but soft moans and trembling limbs.
When my knot begins to swell, she feels it immediately. "Yes," she gasps, trying to push back against me despite her exhaustion. "Knot me. Fill me up with your cum."
The desperation in her voice pushes me over the edge. I slam into her one final time, forcing my knot past the tight ring of muscle at her entrance. The sensation of being locked together triggers her final climax, her pussy milking my cock as I flood her womb with seed.
"Mine," I roar, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. "My perfect omega, taking every drop like you were made for it."
We collapse forward together, my larger frame covering hers protectively while we catch our breath. She's trembling beneathme, overwhelmed by pleasure but still craving more. Through our bond, I feel her satisfaction, but also her continued heat.
"Still need more," she whispers when my knot finally releases. "Please, Thorian."
"Always," I promise, already planning how I want to take her next.
Round four happens in the bath.
I carry her to the marble tub filled with warm water and sink in behind her, my cock already hard again from her continued heat scent. The water makes her skin slippery and perfect, and when I lift her onto my lap, she slides down my length with a gasp that echoes off the chamber walls.
"This feels incredible," she moans as she starts to ride me. "The water, your cock—everything feels so intense."
I let her set the pace this time, my hands roaming over her wet skin while she fucks herself on my length. The sight of her moving above me, water cascading down her curves, breasts bouncing with each movement, is almost more than I can handle.
"You're so beautiful," I tell her, meaning every word. "Perfect in every way."
When she comes this time, the water around us turns to steam from the heat of our joining, and I have to use my magic to keep it from boiling us alive.
Round five happens against the chamber wall.
I pin her there with her legs wrapped around my waist, fucking up into her with desperate intensity while she clings to my shoulders. This position makes her feel even tighter, if that's possible, and the angle lets me hit spots that make her scream my name.
"I love you," she gasps against my ear as I drive into her. "Love how you make me feel."
"I love you too," I reply, my voice rough with emotion and exhaustion. "More than existence itself."
This time when we come together, I feel something different. A shift in her scent, a change in the way her body responds to mine. Through our bond, I sense completion in a way that has nothing to do with orgasm.
As evening falls and we finally collapse onto the bed in a tangle of satisfied limbs, I realize what's different.
"Maya," I say quietly, my hand settling over her slightly rounded belly. "I think we succeeded."
She looks up at me with questioning eyes, then follows my gaze to where my hand rests. Understanding dawns slowly, and her face lights up with wonder.
"Really?" she whispers. "You think...?"
"I can smell it," I confirm, breathing deeply of her changing scent. "Underneath the heat, there's something new. Something that wasn't there this morning."
She sits up carefully, her hands joining mine on her belly. "I can feel it too," she says softly. "Different. Like something has... taken root."
