11
Elijah
There was another emotion battling it out with my intense arousal--fierce protectiveness.
When Felix had spilled his traumatic memories, I wanted nothing more than to ring the neck of the bastard that hurt him so badly. I had some choice words for his parents, too. The feeling of wanting to protect someone wasn’t new to me, considering that had been my entire job for years.
But this time it was different. It was real and raw, flowing from a place deep inside me. I’d heard of alphas experiencing something like this before, but it was new to me, and I didn’t realize the magnitude of its intensity until now.
With Felix completely at my whim in our kinky fantasy, I felt a sense of true control, and I knew from this moment on I would never let anyone hurt him again.
I searched my leg for the spot Felix had cum, and found it. I smirked as my fingers touched the sticky glob. It was alotof cum, more than I expected from an omega.
“You came a lot, didn’t you, boy?” I asked. “When was the last time you had an orgasm?”
He made a little noise in the back of his throat. “Not since we had sex, daddy.”
“That explains it,” I murmured. “My poor boy’s all pent up. Get up off my lap and stand. Bend over in front of me.”
“Yes, sir.”
My hands roamed over his ass cheeks and spread them, making a wet noise as his slick hole was disturbed. Felix whimpered.
“You smell amazing,” I told him. “Such a delicious omega scent.”
I inhaled deeply and the sensation jolted down to my cock, which was already rock hard. But unlike my boy, I had some semblance of control. I was sure it was possible to make Felix cum twice before I even came a single time.
“Spread your asshole for me, boy.”
He sounded shy. “With my fingers?”
“Yes. Stretch it as much as you can.”
“Okay . . .”
I smiled at his modest tone. I kept my hands firmly on his cheeks so that when Felix stretched himself, I’d be able to feel it. He let out small noises as he obeyed my command, and I heard the slick wet sounds of his asshole being manipulated.
“I did it, daddy,” Felix said.
“Let me feel.”
Felix moaned as I traced my finger along his stretched out hole. I confirmed that he had obeyed nicely. The tight ring was slick with omega fluid that coated my fingers. Judging by the feeling of space, I could easily fit two inside of him--so I did.
Felix cried out. “Ah!”
Instantly his asshole clamped down on my fingers.
“Relax,” I said. “Let me feel inside you.”
He whimpered, but slowly eased up until he was open again.
“How does it feel, boy?”
“Good,” he breathed. The haze of arousal in his voice was unmistakable. “I like feeling full.”
“Oh, but you’re not even close to being full, are you?” I teased. “Not until you’re full of my huge cock.”
Felix gasped. “No, daddy, you’re right.”
