I obey, watching his face as I repeat the motion. His eyes flutter closed and a low rumble emanates from his chest, proving how much he enjoys my inexperienced touch.
"Your cock is so responsive," I observe, fascinated by how the prehensile length moves in my hands. "It's like it knows what I'm thinking."
"It responds to your arousal," he explains, his breathing growing heavier as I continue my exploration. "The more you want me, the more eager it becomes to please you."
The thought sends another wave of heat through me, and his cock pulses in my grip as it senses my reaction.
"See?" he says with dark satisfaction. "It knows you're getting wetter just from touching me."
He's right. Slick is already coating my thighs from the simple act of pleasuring him. My omega nature finds deep satisfaction in bringing my alpha pleasure.
"Show me what you like," I whisper, growing bolder as I watch his responses. "I want to learn everything."
His hands cover mine, guiding my movements to show me the pressure and rhythm that makes him groan. I'm a quick study, cataloguing every sound and reaction as I learn what drives him wild.
"Such a perfect little omega," he praises as I find a motion that makes his cock throb in my grip. "So eager to please your alpha."
The praise sends heat flooding through me, making me desperate to earn more. I lean down to press kisses along the ridged length, and his sharp intake of breath tells me I've done something right.
"Can I taste you?" I ask, looking up at him through my lashes.
His response is a growl so deep it seems to vibrate through my bones. "Are you certain? You don't have to?—"
"I want to," I interrupt, and I mean it. The thought of tasting him, of giving him pleasure with my mouth, makes my core clench with arousal.
He guides my head down carefully, his massive hands gentle in my hair as I explore this new intimacy. His taste is clean and masculine, with an underlying sweetness that makes me want more.
"Just like that," he encourages as I learn what makes him moan. "Such a good girl, learning to pleasure your alpha."
I lose myself in the task, learning how his prehensile length responds to different pressures and movements. When I swirl my tongue around the ridged head, he throws his head back with a groan that makes the vines growing along the conservatory walls shiver in response to his magic.
"Your mouth feels like silk wrapped around my cock," he breathes, his hands gentle but possessive in my hair. "Such a devoted little omega, learning to worship the cock that will breed you."
His praise makes me bolder, and I take him deeper, marveling at how his prehensile nature allows him to curve perfectly to the shape of my throat. The ridges create incredible texture as I move up and down his length, each one making him curse in ancient Fae that sounds like poetry.
"Perfect little mate," he murmurs, his voice strained with the effort of not thrusting into my eager mouth. "Sweet omega learning to please the alpha who will fill your womb with life."
I discover that the ridge just below the head is particularly sensitive, making him hiss with pleasure when I focus my attention there. His cock moves in my mouth with intelligent purpose, seeming to guide me to what he enjoys most while never being rough or demanding.
"You taste so good," I tell him when I pull back to catch my breath, my lips swollen and wet. "I want to make you feel as incredible as you made me feel."
"You already do, sweetheart," he assures me, his golden-green eyes blazing with barely controlled lust. "Your eager little mouth learning to please me is the most erotic thing I've experienced in eight centuries."
I return to my task with renewed enthusiasm, using everything I've learned about his responses. When I stroke the sensitive vines at his forearms while sucking his cock, the combination makes him curse so beautifully that flowers throughout the conservatory burst into spontaneous bloom.
"Such a quick study," he praises as I find a rhythm that has his hips flexing involuntarily. "Learning exactly how to please the cock that will pump you full of fertile seed."
His breathing grows increasingly ragged as I continue, his control fraying visibly. The air around us shimmers with golden light as his fertility magic responds to our coupling, making my skin tingle with otherworldly energy.
"My precious little breeder," he groans when I experiment with using my teeth gently on the ridges. "So eager to learn how to milk every drop of seed from your alpha's cock."
I can tell he's getting close from the way his cock throbs against my tongue and his praise becomes more broken, more desperate. But just as I think I'm about to bring him to completion, he gently but firmly pulls me away.
"Enough," he finally growls, his chest heaving with the effort of maintaining control. "Any more and I'll spill down your throat instead of deep in your womb where my seed belongs. And my rut demands that I breed my omega properly."
The possessive statement makes me flush with arousal as he lifts me effortlessly, positioning me over his massive cock. Hisvines emerge from his forearms, wrapping around my waist and thighs to help support my smaller frame as I prepare to take him.
"Slowly, my perfect omega," he murmurs as the head of his cock presses against my entrance. "Let your body remember how perfectly we fit together for breeding."
