“You know very well I’m… Gre, I don’t know what to do!” I stood and crossed the bathroom floor to open the door and stared at the male, his human form full of concern.
“I don’t think there’s much we can do. Any choices we had were taken at conception. The goddesses have ordained.” Gre ran a hand through his pretty brown hair and settled his gaze on me. “I don’t need to see those tests. I know, they’re positive.”
I nodded, swallowing hard. “But this isn’t how I wanted things to go. This isn’t my image of the future, where I made partner and had a child or two, earned a home, and—”
“Everyone’s image of the future is different. We have different thoughts and needs and wants. My image of the future didn’t correspond to finding a partner, let alone starting a family. I can’t fathom you’re thrilled about the blender-fucked concoction of genes I donated to you.”
I stared him down, and a flash of anger consumed me. I braced my shoulders, threw my hands out, and shoved Gre as hard as I could, sending him flying back and onto our bed with aloud crash and creak of springs. “Your genes are fine! This isn’t aboutwhatI’m giving birth to. It’s about the life I wanted!”
“I know that!” he said, sitting up with a glare. “My life and plans are flexible. I was content to putter about my store for the rest of my days until you came along!”
“But now I have no choice. I have… I can’t earn what I want. I have to have itgivento me.” I pulled at my hair and snarled, red leeching into my vision as hormones swam, my body temperature spiked, and sweat beaded on me. Ausmius, for his part, was nowhere to be seen, not taunting me or pantomiming horrid things.
“And how do you think I feel?” He glared at me.
“That you’ve been stuck with an omega you didn’t want, who needs to be supported now, who is too stubborn to take their born privilege. An omega who can’t move up the ranks on their own, who is floundering to keep afloat, fighting the inevitable.” My voice cracked in a sob and I couldn’t tell a soul why I did it. I threw myself atop him, grasping the sides of his face as my emotions welled.
“That I was handed a beautiful male I didn’t earn or deserve? That I had forcibly trapped a male with a beautiful mind, tragically powerful thaumaturgy, and a shadow full of mischief enough to keep me on my toes for a lifetime?” Gre brushed my temples with gentle fingers, pushing hair back as he studied me with those golden eyes of his. Power and adoration shone in them, and my destructive nature had its way with me.
I kissed him. Our mouths messily collided, and I bit, sharp teeth taking snaps at his lips and tongue until copper bathed my tongue. His breathless shudders and gasps egged me on, and I slid off him, struggling as I flipped him onto his front.
I straddled his thighs as we struggled, engaging in the messy sort of haste that we both detested. But I needed to break things,to take things, to defile. Gre, for his part, wanted to be broken, taken, defiled. Or he wanted to be filled.
As an omega, I was not in possession of as large of a cock as an alpha, but it was enough as I spit over my fingers and drove my hand down the crease of his firm buttocks.
My power may not have known I was half succubus, but my biology did. My mouth drooled profusely, the saliva slicker and more copious as I kissed my way down his back and spread his cheeks, using my knees to pin his dropped trousers and underwear to the floor to effectively cage him in.
“Esmeray, I—” His voice choked out, a hiss on the edge of his breath, and I pushed my face in, tongue curling. I tasted my way through the spent saliva I stroked there to push my tongue against his soft hole. I thrusted the muscle against him, writhing it with conviction I didn’t know I had.
Fresh, clean skin, the scent of magical herbs, the spicy aroma of magic. His hole, tight and untouched in far too long, squeezed back against the tip of my probing tongue, and I abused that cinch. I pushed in deeper, withdrew, stretching him as I let copious strands of my drool spill down his crease.
Unflattering noises broke from his lips, strong hands in bunched-up sleeves grabbed comforters and clenched, pulling as Gre did his best to spread his legs, angle his hips, and welcome me in. I clenched clawed fingertips on each of his ass cheeks, spreading him open. I needed him, to please him, to make up for something. In a way, I felt like if getting pregnant had taken so much from me, I couldn’t fathom what it had done for him. He wasn’t prepared emotionally or financially. Financially, maybe. He had plenty, but none of it I’d earned. At the end of the day, I needed an alpha, my father, and other people to pave the way.
“Esmeray, this is—” Gre groaned.
I pulled my mouth away, tongue leaving his dripping hole as I took a deep breath. “Safe word is silk. Pinch me if you can’t talk.”
I went back in, relishing his tortured cries, his squirming hips, and his cock pressed into the bed, pointing down and strained for want of touch. I stood then, stroking my leaking cock. His wet hole glistened for me, the ring softened by my tongue. I wanted to fuck him. I rarely wanted to do so, but I did then. I guided my hips in, cock in one hand, his hips in my other, and I sheathed myself with two then three gentle rocks of my hips aiming myself right for the spot just beyond his ring that made his entire body stiffen and throat choke.
I rutted my hips into him, reaching round to grab for his cock, hand haphazardly stroking and fumbling to keep a grip on him. Copious precum rewarded my fingers, slippery fluid streaking my palm until my own urgency shot up my spine like lightning and I rutted shamelessly. Gre grunted and writhed, hand snaking between his legs to grip his shaft. He had a better angle for it anyway and stroked himself so beautifully and desperately while I had my fill.
His insides were warm, slick, and welcoming, holding me inside as I climbed the ever-heightening peak. “Coming!”
My voice cracked as I announced myself, clenching my ass muscles as my spine radiated that strange electricity from toe to chest. Gre let himself fall right after, his insides pulsing while an obscene puddle of cum splashed over the bed, every surge pulsing forth to the tune of his clenching ass. My balls didn’t want to stop, aching as inner muscles I couldn’t comprehend filled him and my lust spilled down his thighs.
So, when the sensation grew too much, I pulled free, stiff cock spurting a final, feeble drop onto his warm skin, and I collapsed onto his well-worn rug. The soft fibers hugged my damp butt cheeks. Ordinarily, if I had to be on top, I wanted tobe taken from behind, after. But with how hard Gre made me come, I was emptied.
He rolled over in the bed, face up, pants still around his ankles, shirt rucked up his gently sculpted belly. “Was that your attempt at returning the favor?”
“What?”
“Because I don’t think an omega can knock up an alpha, love.” He broke off a laugh and my cheeks burned.
“Ha-ha. Demon thing…” I muttered under my breath and shrugged. I couldn’t make myself look at him. I’d messed up our clothes, dirtied our bed, behaved shamelessly, and the only thing I was ashamed of was not feeling ashamed. I wanted it, and the ravaging had given me what I needed. “Did you call me ‘love?’”
He pulled his pants up over the mess and moved to sit up, staring down at me from utter ruin. Sinners in hell, he looked so gorgeous, fucked out and exhausted.
“I did.” He slid to the floor, meeting me eye to eye. “Because I think I do. Maybe it’s too soon. I wouldn’t have tolerated anyone less than you doing what you just did.”
