Page 17 of Shadow's Claim

Before I can process his meaning, his tongue extends to impossible length, slithering down my neck and between my breasts. Two hands maintain their position controlling my head while the other two reach for my body—one cupping my breast, the other sliding between my legs beneath the water's surface.

"Don't stop what you're doing," he commands as I falter, shocked by the multi-pronged assault on my senses. "Continue serving your alpha."

I try to focus on the task before me, but his prehensile tongue makes it nearly impossible as it continues its downward journey. It traces patterns across my stomach, circling my navel before dipping lower to join his hand between my thighs.

The sensation of that forked tongue finding my clit sends electric shocks through my system. Unlike human anatomy, it moves with independent purpose—wrapping around the sensitive bundle of nerves with precise pressure while the tips flick with alternating rhythm that creates overwhelming stimulation.

"Mmph!" The sound escapes around his cock still filling my mouth, my body jerking with unwanted pleasure.

"I said don't stop," Kael growls, the hand in my hair tightening painfully. "Serve me while I pleasure you. Show me you can be a good omega."

The challenge in his tone triggers something primal in my heat-affected brain. I redouble my efforts, tongue working the ridges of his cock while his own tongue creates devastating pleasure between my legs. The dual sensation—being filled and tasted simultaneously—creates feedback loop of submission and arousal I can't break.

His tongue changes beneath the water, the forked tip becoming more elaborate, developing additional textures that stroke my sensitive flesh with merciless precision. One tip circles my clit while the other teases my entrance, already slick and ready despite the water surrounding us.

"Good girl," he purrs, the vibration traveling through both cock and tongue, creating dual points of stimulation that draw a moan from deep in my throat. "Taking your alpha's cock so beautifully while his tongue tastes your sweet cunt."

The crude praise accelerates my arousal, omega biology responding to alpha approval with hardwired pleasure response. Between my legs, his tongue intensifies its assault—the main appendage continuing to work my clit while one fork slips inside to find and exploit my g-spot with unerring accuracy.

The stimulation builds with ruthless efficiency, pleasure coiling tighter with each flick of his impossible tongue. I struggle to maintain focus on pleasuring him, my movements becoming erratic as my own climax approaches with unstoppable momentum.

"Don't you dare stop," Kael commands, sensing my distraction. The hand between my legs pinches my inner thigh in warning while his tongue accelerates its relentless rhythm. "Make me come as I make you come. Show me you understand your purpose."

The dual challenge pushes me beyond thought into pure sensation. I surrender completely to the task, mouth working his length with desperate enthusiasm while his tongue drives me toward climax I can neither fight nor control.

When it hits, the pleasure explodes through me with shocking violence. My body convulses, water splashing around us as my knees buckle. Only his grip on my hair and throat keeps me upright as waves of ecstasy crash through my system, inner walls clenching around nothing while his tongue continues its merciless stimulation of my clit.

"Perfect," he groans, his own release following immediately, filling my mouth with essence that tastes of winter nights and shadow essence. Unlike human completion, it's cool rather than warm, the temperature creating another layer of alien sensation as I struggle to swallow what he's given.

His tongue withdraws slowly, leaving me trembling and oversensitized as aftershocks continue rippling through my system. The hand in my hair loosens its grip, moving to cup my face with disturbing gentleness.

"Very good," he murmurs, thumb brushing away tears I hadn't realized were falling. "You're learning your place perfectly."

The praise shouldn't affect me, shouldn't matter after such thorough degradation. Yet something in me responds with shameful warmth, omega biology interpreting alpha approval as validation more powerful than any self-respect.

"Come," he commands, four arms lifting me effortlessly from the water. "Your heat strengthens again. We have much more to explore."

As he carries me back to the claiming platform, shadows wrapping around my trembling form, I realize with sick dread that this is only the beginning. Days of claiming still await, my heat showing no signs of breaking despite—or perhaps because of—the thorough violation of both body and mind.

The resistance operative I once was feels like distant memory, replaced by a creature driven by biological imperatives I cannot fight—and increasingly don't want to. Not just my body but my mind surrendering to evolutionary forces that care nothing for individual autonomy or personal ideology.

Darkness enters me in every sense—shadow demon seed, shadow consciousness, shadow future replacing everything I once believed myself to be.

My last coherent thought before exhaustion claims me completely: I never knew surrender could feel so much like coming home.

CHAPTER7

SHADOW BONDS

Days blurtogether as my heat continues with relentless intensity. I lose track of time in the perpetual twilight of Kael's chambers, where the distinction between night and day becomes meaningless. My existence narrows to the space between pleasure and exhaustion, between claiming and recovery.

I wake on what must be the fourth day to an unfamiliar sensation. Through half-lidded eyes, I notice shadows moving across the ceiling in patterns that match my heartbeat—darkness responding to something within me that wasn't there before. The sight should terrify me, but my heat-drugged mind finds it oddly mesmerizing.

Before I can process this new development, Kael materializes from the darkest corner of the room, his violet eyes assessing me with renewed interest.

"Your scent has changed," he announces, nostrils flaring as he approaches the claiming platform. "Heat chemistry entering secondary phase."

A flicker of awareness cuts through the fog of need. "What does that mean?"

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