26. The Prime Omegaverse Continues…
Don’t stop now! Every species in the Prime Omegaverse has its own unique features (wink wink) and enticing storyline. Keep reading and check out the next novel, Warlord’s Prize!
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She bargained herself for her people's survival. Now she's claimed by the most powerful oni warlord in the territory.
For five years, Emi Nakamura has kept her community safe through careful negotiation and strategic planning. Her unusual height and strength helped disguise her omega status from the monstrous oni who conquered their world a decade ago.
When food shortages threaten her people with starvation, Emi makes the ultimate sacrifice—approaching the fearsome Warlord Kazuul Bloodcrest directly. But her black market suppressants fail at the worst possible moment, and the massive crimson-skinned oni with golden eyes detects her true nature instantly.
Claimed before witnesses in a humiliating public ceremony, Emi's body betrays her completely. The oni's unique anatomy—especially the vibrating nodule at the base of his enormous shaft—forces pleasure from her unwilling body, transforming pain into addictive ecstasy she cannot fight.
As her strategic mind struggles against her omega biology, Emi discovers unexpected complexity in her captor. When her pregnancy succeeds where five other omegas failed, she becomes a crucial political asset in Kazuul's power struggles with the Emperor.
Caught between imperial politics, assassination attempts, and her growing feelings for the warlord who took her freedom, Emi must make an impossible choice. Fight for independence that might destroy everything she's built, or embrace the monstrous alpha who started as her conqueror but might be the only one who truly values both her mind and body.
Warlord's Prize is the fourth book in the scorching hot Prime Omegaverse Series! Each novel features a different monster alpha and the human omega who becomes their unlikely mate. Contains explicit scenes with public claiming, breeding, and unique oni anatomy that guarantees pleasure while ensuring submission. Happily ever after guaranteed!
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By the time the attendants finish their work, I'm trembling, my skin flushed and sensitive, my mind clouded with a haze of unwanted arousal. They lead me back to the main arena, and I feel dozens of golden eyes tracking my naked form as I walk unsteadily toward the platform.
Kazuul waits there, and the sight of him sends a fresh wave of heat through my body. His massive form is now bare of armor, ceremonial markings painted across his crimson skin in patterns that seem to move in the torchlight. His towering height—at least nine feet tall—makes me feel like a child in comparison. Every inch of him ripples with muscle, his shoulders broader than two men standing side by side, his arms thicker than my thighs. The black tribal markings covering his crimson skin somehow accentuate his musculature, making him appear even more formidable.
But what captures my attention—what I can't look away from despite my terror—is the full extent of oni male anatomy now on display.
His cock stands semi-erect, proportional to his enormous size, already thicker than my wrist and still growing as he watches my approach. The length of it is staggering—easily reaching past his navel even before fully hard. Veins pulse along its crimson surface, and ridges line the shaft in a pattern unlike any human male. What catches my eye is the strange, nodule near the base, a pronounced ridge that seems to pulse with its own energy. A bead of clear fluid forms at the tip as his golden eyes lock onto mine.
"This will tear me apart," I whisper, genuine fear cutting through even the heat-induced need clouding my thoughts.
Kazuul's golden eyes meet mine, vertical pupils fully dilated as he scents my fear mixing with arousal. "You'll stretch," he promises, his voice a low rumble that I feel more than hear. "Omegas are made for this."
Before I can respond, his massive hands grip my shoulders, positioning me on the claiming platform. The furs feel soft against my overheated skin, a strange comfort in this nightmare. With terrifying efficiency, he arranges me in what I realize must be the traditional presentation posture—on hands and knees, exposed completely to the assembled witnesses.
Humiliation burns through me alongside the heat, but my body betrays me further, more slick gathering between my thighs at this position of submission. I hear murmurs of approval from the watching oni, their rumbling voices blending into a sound like distant thunder.
I feel Kazuul move behind me, his massive body radiating heat that I can sense without seeing him. His hands grip my hips, each large enough to span from my waist to the top of my thigh. The touch makes me jerk involuntarily, a whimper escaping my throat. His thumbs spread me open, exposing my most intimate parts to the cool evening air.
"The claiming begins," he announces to the witnesses, his voice carrying across the arena.
Then I feel it—the impossible width of his cockhead pressing against my entrance. Despite the abundant slick, despite the oils, despite my body's betraying readiness, the initial penetration draws a scream of genuine pain from my lips. The stretch burns beyond anything I've experienced, my body fighting against an invasion it wasn't designed to accommodate.
"Breathe," he commands, his voice strangely gentle despite the relentless pressure.
I try to obey, to relax muscles clenched in resistance, but it's nearly impossible. The head of his cock feels like a burning brand, stretching my entrance to its absolute limit. Just when I think I can't take any more, when I'm certain I'll split apart, the widest part slips inside with a wet sound that draws approving growls from the watching oni.
"Good omega," Kazuul purrs, the praise sending an unwanted shiver down my spine.
He pushes forward relentlessly, each inch a fresh intrusion that makes me gasp and tremble. I can feel every ridge, every vein as he claims me, the texture of his alien anatomy creating friction unlike anything I've experienced. Tears stream down my face as he continues his inexorable progress.
"Please," I sob, though I'm not sure if I'm begging him to stop or continue. "It's too much."
"You can take more," he growls, his massive hands tightening on my hips.
With each thrust, he works himself deeper, my body forced to accommodate his impossible size. Through tear-blurred vision, I look down in disbelief to see my abdomen bulging outward as his cock reshapes me from the inside. The sight is as horrifying as it is strangely arousing, visual evidence of how completely he's claiming me.
After what feels like an eternity of stretching, burning pressure, I feel him hilted inside me, his heavy sac pressed against me. The sensation of fullness is overwhelming—I can feel him in my throat, pressing against organs that were never meant to be touched this way. His cock creates a visible bulge in my abdomen, a ridge that extends almost to my navel.
"No human alpha could fill you like this," Kazuul rumbles with satisfaction, his hands adjusting their grip on my hips. "Look how perfectly you've taken me."
Then something happens that transforms everything—the strange nodule at the base of his cock makes contact with my exposed clit and begins to vibrate with shocking intensity. The sensation sends a bolt of pleasure so acute, so unexpected, that I gasp, my body jerking involuntarily. The vibration isn't like anything human technology could produce—it seems to penetrate directly to nerve endings I didn't know existed.
"Look how she takes me," Kazuul announces to the witnesses, his voice thick with satisfaction. "This is what omegas were made for."
He withdraws almost completely, the drag of his ridged cock against my sensitive walls creating a confusing mixture of pain and reluctant pleasure. Then he slams back in with a force that drives the breath from my lungs. I cry out, the sound echoing across the courtyard.
His massive hands grip my hips tighter as he establishes a brutal rhythm that shakes my entire body. Each thrust is a controlled assault—pulling back until just the head remains inside, then driving forward with enough force to jar my entire frame. The platform beneath us creaks with the power of his movements.
With each thrust, the vibrating nodule stimulates my clit with perfect precision, sending waves of unwanted pleasure radiating through my core. The pain doesn't disappear—the stretch remains almost unbearable—but now it twines with a pleasure so intense it borders on agony itself. Every ridge and vein of his massive cock drags against sensitive nerves, while the bulbous head reaches places inside me that have never been touched.
"You were made for this," he snarls, his voice deepening as his pace increases. "Made to take my seed, to carry my offspring."