I feel powerful, untouchable, proud. I don’t know whether it’s common for Alphas to feel this way when pleasuring their Omegas or whether it’s just me, but something in the way Emma behaves when I’m touching her fuels my dominance, and makes me feel like I could move mountains and conquer anything. It’s heady and exhilarating, and making her body bend to my will is better than slaying hundreds in combat, or exploring new planets.
I’m addicted.
She’s grinding her hips now, trying to escape my inexorably stroking fingertip, but I splay my other hand against her round, plump ass, effectively holding her in place.
Emma will not escape what I’m doing to her.
I’m drowning in the taste, feel, and scent of her. She’s so wet that I can hear it—the unmistakable slocking noise of my fingers slipping over her sex.
It’s incredible, but she’s still coming. I’ve never known a female so easy to pleasure or so greedy for it, and wonder idly whether the Ogsul serum has anything to do with it.
If so, the other Alpha kings will be in for a treat.
Still, they must wait their turn. Wait to see whether the serum will work on Ulfarri Beta females, or whether we need to import more Hoo-mans from Earth.
I, on the other hand, do not have to wait.
My cock is as rigid as Emma’s little clit, and throbbing so hard, it hurts. Somehow, her pleasure is distinctly linked to mine—as our other emotions seem to be—and her endless climax has my balls tightening and waves of pleasure radiating through my groin, spreading up through my entire body.
Without even touching myself, I’m close.
Emma cries out when I lift her easily and impale her on my length in a single, fluid move—whether it’s from relief or pleasure, I don’t know.
The steady, rhythmic clutching of her tight heat around my cock is almost enough to send me over the edge and I bounce her on my shaft—once, twice, three times in firm, full-length thrusts before the knot forms and I come with a roar, tugging her down on myself as I grind up into her.
She’s engulfed in my arms, pinned in place as I feel my cock jerk within her slick cunt, spurting thick, hot seed deep inside her with every pleasure-filled pulse. Despite the knot, I can feel my cum oozing out of her, sliding down over my balls and thighs, dripping onto the floor, and even so, I’m still shooting into her, the force of my climax making my knees tremble.
Burying my face in her silky golden hair, I inhale her hot honey scent mingled with the unmistakable aromas of our combined arousal, marveling at how tiny and fragile she feels wrapped in my arms, and how vigorously I can rut her despite that.
I would kill for her.
I would die for her.
One thing is clear: I have never felt this way about anyone before. And I thank Ulf for bringing Emma into my life.
FIFTEEN
Emma
The last fewdays have been a blur. Ever since I arrived at Altrim, Khan’s kingdom, I’ve felt like a prisoner—albeit a pampered and cherished one. My life seems to consist of nothing but eating, sleeping, and being fucked every which way to Sunday. So it’s hardly surprising, really, that I’m restless, sore, and unmotivated.
I guess Khan is trying to take care of me in his own, gruff way, but I still resent how he does it. I was relieved to discover that the food here on Ulfaria is different to what I was given to eat on the spaceship, but the taste, smell and texture of everything I’ve tried so far has been weird, so I’m not eating as much as I probably should, especially when you consider how many calories having sex burns.
And orgasms.
There’s not a part of my body which doesn’t hurt. And yet, even though my pussy is raw and my clit aches from the slightest touch, I still find myself wanting Khan. Submitting to him when he reaches for me. Coming hard and uncontrollably from his fingers, mouth, and cock. And surrendering to the overwhelming sense of peace which overcomes me when he purrs.
It must be down to the serum, but it’s like an addiction. I want him even though I know I shouldn’t.
On the second or third day after my arrival at his palace, I girded my ravaged loins and went to explore my new home. That’s when I first noticed the extraordinary artwork adorning the walls.
From what I’ve seen so far, some of Ulfaria’s tech is way more advanced than ours back on Earth, while some of it still seems kind of primitive by comparison—but the paintings are unlike anything I ever imagined in my wildest dreams.
They move.
The pictures literallymove. Waterfalls cascade. Lakes ripple. Clouds drift. Flowers bloom. I don’t know whether portraits of actual people would do the same thing, as I haven’t spotted any so far, but I plan to find out. And today is the day I’ll be able to do that.
I’ve loved drawing ever since I was little. In a way, that passion and creativity was what got me into advertising. Unable to make a solid living from painting alone, and desperate for a steady career, I decided to pursue design and photography. After I got my art degree, I started at a fairly small ad agency in London, and worked my way up until I had built up a decent portfolio. Then I decided to relocate and move across the pond.
