I Was The Only Omega In The Beast World-Chapter 93: CP: Mate Bonding With Merman (18+)

Naga’s tail slid across the warm now soaked in sweat fabric with deliberate slowness, the scales whispering against the platform as he closed the last distance. The sound was almost obscene in the quiet chamber—soft, sinuous, predatory. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Alex’s breath caught again.

He felt the shift in temperature first: the cool, smooth slide of Naga’s scales pressing along the outside of his right thigh, contrasting sharply with the fever-hot skin and the still-throbbing fullness of Zale locked deep inside him. Then came the weight—Naga’s long, powerful serpentine body curling around them both like living armor. The thick coils looped once under Alex’s lower back, supporting the heavy curve of his pregnancy, then rose to drape across Zale’s hips and lower back in a loose but unmistakable claim.

Zale stiffened for half a heartbeat—instinct, not fear—then deliberately relaxed, letting Naga’s tail settle against him.

Naga’s humanoid upper body pressed flush to Alex’s back. Chest to spine. One strong arm wrapped around Alex’s ribs just below the swollen breasts, palm flattening possessively over the place where his own emerald mark burned hottest. The other hand slid down, fingers splaying wide over the taut skin of Alex’s belly, cradling the cubs while also brushing the place where Zale’s knot stretched him to the absolute limit.

Alex whimpered—small, helpless, overwhelmed.

Naga’s mouth found the shell of his ear.

"You’re trembling again," he murmured, voice velvet and venom at once. "Still good?"

"So good," Alex gasped. "Too much... and not enough..."

Naga’s low chuckle vibrated through Alex’s back and straight into Zale’s chest where their bodies met.

"Then let’s give you more."

He nipped the sensitive spot just behind Alex’s ear—sharp enough to sting, soft enough to promise more—then dragged his tongue slowly down the side of Alex’s neck until he reached the fresh silver crescent bite Zale had left minutes earlier.

Naga licked over it once. Possessive. Tasting the new mate’s magic layered over his own.

Zale exhaled sharply through his gills at the sight.

Naga lifted his gaze to meet Zale’s over Alex’s shoulder.

"Move," he said. Not quite an order. Closer to a dare.

Zale understood immediately.

He rolled himself in a slow, grinding circle—careful not to pull against the knot, but enough to drag those flexible ridges along every oversensitive inch inside Alex.

Alex’s head fell back against Naga’s shoulder with a broken moan.

Naga took the opportunity to claim his mouth—deep, filthy, devouring. Tongue sliding against tongue, fangs grazing lips just enough to make Alex whine into the kiss. All while his hand continued its slow exploration: fingers tracing the stretched rim where Zale’s knot sealed them together, gathering the slick mix of Alex’s arousal and Zale’s leaking release, then sliding higher to circle one swollen nipple.

He pinched.

Alex jerked, inner walls clamping down so hard that Zale choked on a curse and spilled another weak, hot pulse inside him.

"Umm!—" Zale rasped, forehead dropping to Alex’s collarbone. "He’s so tight when you do that."

"I know," Naga answered, smug and dark. "l know his every sensitive spot and every sound he makes."

He pinched again—harder.

Alex sobbed into Naga’s mouth.

Zale groaned and rocked forward in tiny, helpless thrusts—unable to pull out, unable to stop moving, trapped in the exquisite vise of Alex’s body and the new bond singing between all three of them.

Naga broke the kiss to look down at where their bodies joined.

"Beautiful," he murmured—almost reverent. "Look how wide he’s stretched for you. Look how he’s dripping with your come already... and still hungry."

Zale’s pupils were blown to black.

Naga reached lower, fingers sliding through the mess, then pressing two digits alongside Zale’s knotted base—testing the seal, stretching Alex that tiny, impossible fraction more.

Alex’s cry was raw, shattered.

"Too much—Naga—please—"

"You can take it," Naga soothed against his ear, even as he pushed those fingers deeper, hooking them against Zale’s ridges through the thin barrier of Alex’s inner walls. "You were made for this. For us."

Zale’s control snapped.

He surged forward—short, desperate snaps of his hips that rocked Alex back against Naga’s chest with every thrust. The movement dragged Naga’s fingers along every sensitive spot inside at once.

Alex came again—silent this time, whole body locking, tears slipping down his cheeks as pleasure so intense it bordered on pain ripped through him.

Zale followed a heartbeat later—another thick pulse of release flooding deep, the knot swelling impossibly larger for one blinding moment before settling again.

Naga didn’t let up.

He kept those fingers moving—slow, relentless circles against Zale’s cock through Alex’s spasming walls—drawing out every aftershock until Alex was shaking, boneless, sobbing softly between them.

Only then did Naga withdraw his fingers—slowly, slickly—and bring them to Alex’s lips.

"Clean them," he ordered quietly.

Alex obeyed without hesitation—tongue curling around Naga’s fingers, tasting salt and musk and the strange, sweet-sharp tang of mer-release mixed with his own slick.

Zale watched, transfixed, hips giving tiny, helpless jerks inside Alex.

When Naga’s fingers were clean, he slid them into his own mouth instead—sucking deliberately, eyes locked on Zale’s.

Zale’s scales flushed so dark they looked almost black.

Naga leaned forward over Alex’s shoulder and kissed Zale—hard, claiming, tasting himself and Alex and Zale all at once.

Zale groaned into it, hands coming up to grip Naga’s shoulders—claws pricking scales but not breaking them.

When they parted, both were breathing hard.

Naga’s voice was wrecked when he spoke.

"Sleep now," he murmured. "We’ve got you."

Alex’s eyes were already drooping, exhaustion crashing over him like a wave.

"Promise... you won’t fight..." he slurred.

Naga pressed a kiss to his temple.

"No fighting," he promised. "Not tonight."

Zale echoed the vow against Alex’s shoulder.

"Not ever. Not if it hurts him."

They stayed like that—knotted, tangled, marked, claimed—until the knot finally began to soften.

Zale eased out slowly, careful, murmuring apologies when Alex whimpered at the loss. Thick silvery release immediately welled up and dripped down Alex’s thighs; Naga caught it with gentle fingers, rubbing it into the skin over the new marks like ritual oil.

Then they rearranged—Zale sliding to Alex’s front, Naga curling protectively around them both from behind. Alex was cradled between cool scales and mer-flesh, belly supported, head pillowed on Zale’s shoulder, Naga’s arm draped over them all.

The three bonds pulsed in quiet harmony.

The cubs settled completely.

And Alex slept—deep, dreamless, utterly safe—while two apex predators watched over him in the glowing dark, learning—for the first time—how to share without tearing each other apart.