"Oh God," I gasp, my virgin channel clenching around the intrusion. "It's so deep, so thick..."
"Your essence is enhancing my power," he explains, his voice vibrating against my most sensitive flesh. The sensation makesme buck against his mouth. "Every drop of your arousal makes my fertility magic stronger."
He withdraws his tongue slowly, and I can feel every ridge dragging against my sensitive walls. The emptiness it leaves behind makes me whimper with loss. Then he focuses on my clit, using the tip to trace circles that make me writhe helplessly.
"This is why the Vine Court dominates through pleasure," he continues, punctuating his words with long licks that span from my entrance to my clit. "Because omega nectar is the source of all creation."
When he sucks my clit into his mouth, the sensation is indescribable. His lips create a seal around the sensitive bundle of nerves while his tongue continues its impossible movements, flicking and pressing in ways that make stars burst behind my eyelids.
The pressure builds quickly, but just as I'm about to tip over the edge, he pulls back. His tongue returns to my entrance, pushing inside again but deeper this time. I can feel it stretching my virgin walls, thick enough that there's a slight burn that only makes the pleasure more intense.
"Please," I sob, my hands fisting in the sheets beneath me. "Don't stop, it feels so good..."
But he does have mercy. His tongue begins moving in and out of me in a rhythm that makes me see stars, while his thumb finds my clit and circles it with perfect pressure. The dual sensation is overwhelming—the fullness of his tongue inside me combined with the precise stimulation of my most sensitive spot.
When I come, it's with a scream that echoes through the laboratory. My virgin walls clamp down on his tongue, and I can feel it continuing to move inside me, prolonging the sensation until I'm sobbing with oversensitized bliss.
He withdraws his tongue slowly, and I can feel every ridge dragging against my sensitive walls. The emptiness it leaves behind makes me whimper with loss.
"Your essence is enhancing my power," he explains, his voice rough with arousal. "Every drop of your arousal makes my fertility magic stronger."
Then he focuses on my clit, using the tip of his tongue to trace circles that make me writhe helplessly.
"This is why the Vine Court dominates through pleasure," he continues between long licks that span from my entrance to my clit. "Because omega nectar is the source of all creation."
When he pushes his tongue inside me again, deeper this time, I can only gasp and moan in response. He can't speak with his tongue buried in me, but he doesn't need to - the way he moves it, curling and stroking with perfect precision, says everything.
His tongue works me with expert precision while the vines continue their assault on the rest of my body. They've found my nipples now, the flowers releasing their magical nectar directly onto the sensitive peaks while others trace patterns along my ribs and thighs.
It's sensory overload in the most perfect way. Every part of my body is being loved and worshipped simultaneously, and my omega nature revels in the complete attention from my alpha.
"I can't," I sob as another orgasm builds. "It's too much, I can't handle?—"
"You can," he says against my pussy, then sucks my clit into his mouth with devastating pressure.
The third orgasm hits even harder than the first, my body convulsing as pleasure tears through me in waves. But Thorian doesn't stop. His mouth continues working me through it, prolonging the sensation until I'm sobbing with overwhelmed bliss.
"That's three," he says when I finally start to come down. "I want at least three more before I'm finished with you."
Three more? The thought should terrify me, but instead it makes my pussy clench with renewed need. The magical nectar from his flowers is keeping me aroused, keeping me desperate for more even as my body trembles from exhaustion.
"Can you do that?" I whisper. "Can you really make me come six times?"
His smile is pure predator. "Little omega, I'm going to make you come until you forget your own name. Until the only word you remember is 'alpha.'"
The promise makes me shiver with anticipation and fear in equal measure. But when his vines begin moving again, any fear disappears beneath the building wave of sensation.
This time, they work differently. Instead of teasing and building, they begin a coordinated assault on every erogenous zone simultaneously. Flowers release their nectar onto my nipples, my neck, the sensitive spots behind my ears. Vines trace patterns that seem to channel pleasure directly into my nervous system.
And through it all, Thorian's mouth works between my legs with devastating skill. He alternates between gentle licks and firm pressure, between teasing touches and demanding suction. The combination makes me writhe and buck against him, chasing sensation that seems to build without end.
Every response is new, unprecedented. I've never felt anything like the way his inhuman tongue curls inside me, never experienced the overwhelming pleasure of having someone worship my body this way. My virgin nervous system is learning pleasure for the first time, cataloging every sensation like the scientist I am.
"Please," I beg, though I'm not even sure what I'm asking for anymore. "Please, alpha, I need..."
"What do you need?" he asks, lifting his head just enough to speak.
"Everything," I sob. "I need everything you can give me."
