Page 32 of Shared Omega

“Oh fuck,” Sloane moans in a trembling voice.

“You want me to help you.”

“Yes…”

She whimpers and leans her head against my chest as I pull back her hood and touch the round pearl of her clit underneath. She squirms against me, her tush rolling against my painfully hard erection. More precum dribbles from my tip and runs down my shaft, wetting her cheeks and cleft.

“Does that feel good?” I murmur, still clutching her firm, warm breast as I circle her sensitive nubbin down below. “Do you like it when I touch you there?”

“Mm-hm,” she whines as she writhes against me.

I try to tell myself that I’m just doing what is necessary. I’m performing a required task, and nothing more. But the way that her wild body responds to my touch excites me in ways I’ve never felt before.

Her body is so sensitive, so responsive.

“Dog,” she sighs, her voice soft and dreamy. “You’re so hard.”

She’s right. My painful erection is so hard it feels like it could break. The skin of my swollen, pulsating member is stretched so tight it seems to be in danger of splitting open. I need to find my own release while helping Sloane with hers.

Perhaps we can help each other.

I push her shorts farther down her legs until they drop to the floor. Now she is completely nude except for her black combat boots and the dog tag necklace hanging between her luscious breasts. There’s something about that look that is unbelievably kinky and hot.

I maneuver my hips to slip the hot stone rod of my cock between the soft gap of her thighs, which are drenched with her intense arousal. I rock my pelvis slowly, sliding the top side of my shaft against her slippery vulva. Sloane tilts her head down to look at the head of my dick protruding between her legs.

“So big,” she whimpers, almost fearfully.

She’s right to be fearful. Without Dr. Frostgrave’s special relaxant serum, she would never be able to accept me inside of her. Not yet, anyway.

If I tried to penetrate Sloane now, I would damage her.

That just means we’ll have to use each other’s bodies in other ways.

Sloane reaches down and cups my cockhead, wetting her palm with my sticky precum. She smears the fluid upward, mingling it with her own rich juices and providing additional lubrication for my fingers on her clit. She rocks her hips, matching my rhythm as she grinds her soft vulva against my engorged and straining pole.

“Dog,” she whispers. “Oh God, I’m so horny, I can’t…”

Her voice is weak and ragged with desperation. Her muscles twitch and tremble, and I clutch one of her breasts tightly to keep her steady. My fingers grind against the berry of her clit, so ripe with arousal it feels like it might pop.

“Show me how you come,” I whisper with my lips pressed to her ear. “I want to see how you fall to pieces.”

Like a good little omega, Sloane obeys my command.

I clap my hand over her mouth to stifle her throaty scream of pleasure. Her muscles shudder and her hips buck wildly as an intense orgasm wracks her helpless little body. Her arms flail, seeking purchase on something, anything, and finally finding my arms. Her nails bite into me so hard she draws blood.

The sight and feel and smell of her coming in the moonlit dimness is so beautiful and intense that my cock spurts one long rope of semen, painting a pale line on the nearby wall.

But immediately, something cinches inside me, stopping any additional spillage. The denied release is excruciating. Being wounded in battle doesn’t even compare to this.

Fool, that animal voice growls inside my skull. Don’t waste it. Your seed is for the omega. It belongs inside her, in her cunt, in her belly.

I work through my pain, continually strumming Sloane’s clit as she climaxes again and again, one orgasm rolling into the next like hard ocean surf crashing against a beach in those antique movies I’ve seen.

With her mouth covered, Sloane moans and whines through her nose. Her fingers loosen their grip on my flesh and pat frantically at my shoulders. She’s tapping out—begging for me to stop.

But I don’t relent.

I need to cleanse her body of all desire. I need to wring every last ounce of pleasure from her body until her estrus subsides, at least temporarily. It’s the only way.