I squeeze my eyes shut again as I feel his hard, muscular chest drag over my sopping pussy. It feels good but so humiliating.
Once he’s on top of me, his face hovering above mine, I hold my breath, expecting to feel his cock begin to stretch me as painfully as his fingers just have.
I want it, I realize with a mixture of astonishment and horror. I actually want to feel him inside me. Ineedto feel him inside me. Why? How? Is it the serum?
I still have my eyes closed. I can’t look at him. My pussy flutters, an empty vessel desperate to be filled. My scent hangs heavy in the air, a shameful reminder of my body’s betrayal.
His musk is stronger now, more potent and intoxicating than the best aftershave.
His massive, smooth chest scrapes deliciously over my taut nipples, sending more tendrils of lust straight to my groin.
Then he does something I never expected in a million years. Aurus lowers his head, and kisses me. His lips are soft on mine, absorbing my startled moan, before he forces me to yield, to accept his tongue as it plunges into my mouth and finds mine.
I can taste myself. Tangy. Musky. Faintly sweet.
He deepens the kiss, slanting his mouth more firmly across my lips and showing me with his tongue what I want him to do with his cock.
His huge, rigid length is wedged against me, pressing deliciously against my hyper-sensitive labia and clit. He’s so big that I don’t even know if he’d fit, but I want to find out. I want him to fill me to overflowing. I want him to fuck me into oblivion.
I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
“Please,” I manage, the word muffled by his mouth.
He raises his head just an inch. “Yes, little Omega?”
“Please.” It’s a hoarse whisper. My heart is pounding. “Please fuck me.”
I close my eyes so I don’t have to see his reaction and hold my breath, waiting…
Waiting…
Until his tongue slides back into my mouth, licking it roughly before he rears up like an unleashed animal. Gripping my gown, he shreds it in one smooth tug, ripping it down the middle to bare my breasts, my belly, my whole body, to his hungry gaze.
“Beautiful,” he says gruffly. “You are beautiful, little Omega. And I want to fuck you like I’ve never wanted anything before in my life.” He leans over me, his eyes turning to burnt honey. “And now I will.”
FIVE
Aurus
I wantto roar with triumph. The little peach Hoo-man proved to be more stubborn than I thought… but she capitulated eventually, as I knew she would. All the years refining my skill in the bedroom has paid off. There is not much a female won’t do if the right persuasion tactics are used.
I find withheld, forced, and ruined orgasms work particularly well.
My cock is leaking, and has been aching since I first caught the Omega’s sweet scent, but I refuse to lose control now. This is my moment, and I intend to enjoy it.
I gaze down at the vision before me. Odd, how beautiful she suddenly seems. Those slender hips, the lean, toned thighs, the hollow sweep of belly. Her breasts are so small that they point up at the ceiling even when she’s flat on her back, as she is now. Her nipples are the deep pink of a leeberry, and I roll them between my thumbs and forefingers, relishing the little mewls of pain she gives.
It is no secret that I enjoy tormenting my bed partners. A pinch of salt makes honey that much sweeter. Some are more ready to receive pain than others, and I adore the battle of wills that ensues when I force a female to endure more than she thinks she is capable of handling, regardless of whether I’m using pleasure or pain to bend her to my will.
I always win.
This little Omega’s eyes are closed, and it displeases me. I want to see the way her pupils dilate when I touch her. When I hurt her. When I make her come.
“Look at me,” I order, gratified when she obeys. I twist her nipples harder, and she gasps again. The pulse in her neck is thumping so hard, I can see it. Adjusting my position, I align my rigid member, guiding my throbbing tip to the tight little hole which is weeping so freely.
Ulf, I didn’t know Omegas produced so much slick. It tingles on my tongue, and sends coils of desire twisting through my gut. She’s so small and I’m so well-endowed that she will be glad of the slippery assistance, however.
“Do not look away,” I continue, forcing myself to control my breathing. It’s been such a long wait, and I am like a starving animal about to feed. I must pace myself.
