My cock is harder than it’s ever been. So big. So painful.
And yet she is such a tiny thing, so fragile, I must fight the urge to do as my body commands. Control myself.
An impossible feat for an Alpha in rut. And I am in rut. I am alone with an Omega who is in heat.
All things I never imagined possible. And yet… here we are.
Ulf has blessed me with a big cock, and I do not wish to injure the Omega, so I wanted to pleasure her first. Make her wet. Acting on instinct, desperate to taste her, I did what I have done to countless Beta females, hoping she would enjoy it as much as they seem to.
She did. When I first licked that sweet crease between her thighs, she was already wet enough—but I didn’t want to stop. I could pleasure her forever.
Her throaty cries and pleas were almost my undoing. And when she began to wriggle in my grasp, I had to force myself to keep licking her stiff little button long enough to renew her arousal after her climax.
A satisfied female does not crave cock.
I want this pale little Omega to crave mine.
Then she willbemine.
Now, she is on her back before me, her robe rucked up to display her lower half splayed open, wet and ready. I ache to be inside her. To fill her as completely as no male has done before. And yet, I must be cautious. I don’t want to hurt her. As much as I wanted to throw her down and mount her like a beast the moment I caught her, she is too precious.
I’m grateful I released my cock from my breeches earlier, while the Omega was gushing over my tongue since both my hands are busy now, holding her slender little ankles up by her ears, opening her up entirely to my gaze.
I drink in the sight of her, wanting to etch it into my memory. When she opens her eyes and looks up at me, the desire on her beautiful face is unmistakable. She is an Omega, and I would have rutted her regardless, but the fact she so obviously wants it makes what I’m about to do all the sweeter.
Checking to make sure I’m still growling, I rock my pelvis into position, lining myself up with her little hole. I must go slowly.
It will take every ounce of control I have.
Once the head of my cock is kissed by her wet heat, I push inside—just a little.
Just the tip.
The Omega cries out, and I feel her sex fluttering around my rigid member.
Surely she’s not climaxing again?
The thought makes me want to fall upon her and rut her with abandon, but I breathe deeply instead, pushing a little further inside.
Despite the river of slick cascading from her cunt, she’s so tight, I can feel the stretch around me.
“Please,” she whispers, but I have no idea what she’s asking for. To stop? To keep going? To move faster?
I don’t think she herself knows.
Ulf, but she feels good. My balls are heavy, tingling and, looking down, I can see the knot already beginning to take shape at the base of my cock. Her plump nether lips are parted, glistening in the moonlight. My cock looks huge between them. Will I fit?
Readjusting my grip on her ankles, I push a little deeper still.
The Omega lets out a low, guttural moan, and her cunt contracts, squeezing me once.
Hard.
My cock jerks at the sudden sensation, and she squeals.
I cannot wait any longer. Letting go of her ankles, I lean forward, placing my hands on either side of her head. Bending down, I lick the seam of her full, juicy lips until she parts them and I can kiss her properly. My tongue plunders her sweet mouth and, at the same time, I thrust my hips until I’m buried inside her to the hilt.
I drink down her screams as her hopelessly tight little hole is forced wide to accommodate my considerable girth.
