I want this to be memorable.
Her eyes are a clear green, I realize as I grip her ankles, tugging her slim legs even further apart and back. Looking down, I notice the stiff bud I’ve paid so much attention to peeping out from beneath its hood—swollen, shiny, straining—as if demanding more.
Not yet. First, I will claim my Omega.
With a roar and a mighty thrust, I plunge into her tight cunt, forcing myself all the way in to the hilt in one smooth move.
The Hoo-man is shuddering beneath me, and her eyes have clouded over, the lids heavy.
I realize she is climaxing.
Already.
I’m not even moving yet.
Reaching down, I give her clit a gentle pinch, and am rewarded with a guttural moan as her impossibly tight little pussy squeezes my cock rhythmically.
“I told you your next orgasm would be on my cock,” I tell her, then begin to move.
Ulf help me, rutting my Omega is the most pleasurable thing I’ve ever experienced. Deciding I’ve given enough consideration to her enjoyment, I now focus on my own, plunging in and out of her with hungry abandon.
She’s clamped around me like a silken vice, little mewls escaping from her parted lips as I hold her legs splayed obscenely wide and take what’s mine.
I never want it to end but my climax is approaching embarrassingly quickly.
Not that it’s surprising. I’ve been rigid for what feels like forever.
Letting go of her ankles, I lean further down and rest on my forearms, putting pressure on that sensitive spot by which all females can be tamed.
I can feel it, a hard little bump being ground against my pelvis, making her tremble beneath me. She’s letting out a breathy moan with each thrust, and I increase the pace.
My balls are heavy, full, aching.
“Look at me.” My voice is hoarse, thick with desire. “Look at me when I possess you.”
As if with huge effort, she opens her emerald eyes, her pupils so blown, I can hardly make out the green. “Please…” she croaks.
“Again? You want to come again?” Even as I ask it, I feel the knot beginning to form around the base of my throbbing, pulsating cock. Nothing else exists but this little Omega and what rutting her feels like.
“Yes,” she pants. Then, “No.” She hums and thrashes her head back and forth. “I don’t know.”
Poor, sweet Omega.“You don’t have to come,” I allow. I prop myself up on my forearms, shift my weight off her. It’s my turn. I begin to thrust harder still. I have to maintain some self-control, as she is a tiny, fragile little thing, but the knot has expanded fully, locking her to me, forcing me to fuck her harder in order to achieve release.
“Oh yes!” she cries, and that tips me over the edge.
With a roar, and one huge thrust that drives her deep into the mattress, I climax, my cock jerking inside her as I spurt, waves of indescribable pleasure starting in my groin and radiating out through my entire body.
Her tight cunt is fluttering around me, or maybe I’m imagining it, but that only makes me come harder as the little Omega milks every last drop of my seed from me.
Eventually, I slump down over her, still bearing most of my weight on my forearms so I don’t crush her. My heart is crashing in my chest, my senses reeling, full of her scent, taste, feel.
It takes a moment before I realize she’s wriggling beneath me. I rear up far enough to be able to look upon her face. “What is it?” I ask.
She bites her lower lip and looks away, hot stains of pink appearing on her cheeks.
“Tell me,” I demand, “or I will make you.”
She mutters something.
