I close my eyes, my face heating at the thought of meeting someone new in my current state: naked, wrapped in nothing but a blanket, tousled and smudged from an excess of sex, and covered in dried cum. “Nice to meet you,” I say with as much dignity as I can muster, cradled as I am in Khan’s huge arms.
“And you, majesta,” Calla says, giving another slight bow. Then, addressing Khan once more, “Shall I take you to her new quarters?”
“Please. And have someone bring refreshments.”
Calla walks with unearthly grace, the hem of her robe gliding over the floor as if she were wearing rollerblades underneath it. Unable to cope with anything else for the moment, I bury my face in Khan’s broad chest, silently willing him to start purring for me. I could ask him but my pride won’t let me. What am I, a child needing a lullaby to be soothed?
Instead I inhale his intoxicating, coffee-tinted scent and close my eyes, concentrating on the gentle, rhythmic rocking motion as he carries me.
It’s weird how I’ve gotten used to the way just his smell makes my core leak and throb. Too tired to fight it, I lie limp and accepting, rubbing a silky lock of his hair between my fingers.
At length, we stop moving and I hear Khan say, “Very good. A good start, at least. You will bring Emma anything else she requires the moment she asks for it. Instruct the others to do the same.”
“Of course, my king,” Calla murmurs. Her voice is low, with a hint of reverence. She must be one of the Betas I heard mentioned at the council meeting. It’s nice to know not everyone around here is an overbearing Alpha.
Lifting my head, I look around, but it’s pitch dark and it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust. The room is huge, with high ceilings, but any windows it might have are covered by flowing, thick drapes. In the dim glow of a few glittering orb-lamps, I can make out an enormous bed, as well as a table and chairs in one corner, and something resembling a loveseat in another. There is hardly any furniture, but what there is looks sumptuous and comfortable. Suddenly I’m desperate to get clean, and then sleep.
“Would you like me to set you down, little one?” Khan asks.
“Please.” Once I’m on my feet, I clutch the cloak more tightly around myself. “Do you think I could have something to wear?”
He shakes his head. “Not yet. After.”
“After what?” I’m hoping he’s going to suggest a bath but then I hear the change in his tone as he tells Calla to leave, and my heart sinks even as my clit gives a long, breath-stealing thump.
“And ensure we are not interrupted,” he calls after the servant, who turns around, gives a quick nod, then vanishes through a door I hadn’t even noticed before, seeing as it was hidden behind a drape.
Not a moment later, Khan has pulled me into his arms once again, and his tongue is tangling with mine.
As tired, dirty, and overwhelmed as I am, I’m already coming by the time his palm slides between my bare thighs…
* * *
Khan
We followed Calla to the quarters I figured would be best for Emma to make her nest in, as soon as she feels the instinct to do so. Calla’s instructions were to make it sumptuous but sparse. I want Emma to be free to choose all the smaller details—colors, fabrics, artwork—herself when the time comes for her to nest.
It’s surprising how impatient I am for her to reach that stage. I want her to feel comfortable enough here in my—our—palace that she starts making a home not just for herself, but for our offspring.
And the sooner my seed takes hold, the sooner that will happen.
By the time I’ve dismissed Calla, my cock is raging yet again, throbbing with the need to be inside her. I’ve rutted Emma so much that I’m sore—so that even though she produces veritable rivers of slick to ease my passage, the friction of her tight cunt walls gripping my shaft now brings an additional element of discomfort.
It doesn’t stop me.
Nothing will stop me.
The pleasure still outweighs the raw, tingling ache on the skin of my cock when I thrust deep inside her.
So the minute Calla leaves, I’ve tugged my little Omega back against me, tilted her sweet face back, and thrust my tongue deep into her mouth. She kisses me back hungrily, mewling, and the scent of her arousal is so thick that I can actually taste it.
I’ve discovered Emma loves to kiss so much that it’s often enough to bring her to the brink, and sure enough, as soon as I slide my hand between her thighs to find her hard little nubbin and stroke it gently, she lets out a great, shuddering gasp, goes rigid, and gushes into my palm.
Drinking down her moans, I keep rubbing, coaxing more slick from her core, suddenly desperate to keep her climaxing. To see how long I can draw out her orgasm for.
Her whole body is trembling but I give her no quarter, drawing tiny, slow, rhythmic circles around her jumping clit, moving my lips over hers in unison with my fingertip, holding her up with my other arm as she comes and comes, her delicious, sopping pussy contracting over and over again.
At length, her gasps of pleasure become pleas for me to stop. Her incoherent mumbling doesn’t stop me from kissing her. I know what she’s saying even if she’s not sure herself. She’s begging me to stop stroking her. Begging me to finish wringing this orgasm from her spasming cunt.
