My hand covering my eyes, I could not bear to look. I was red all over. Hot and wet and utterly overcome.
“Alpha!” I said, in a voice I did not recognise. It was loud and broken, and could surely be heard by any guard in this part of the castle. Yet I could not stop myself.
Something harder joined his tongue, reaching in and reaching up. Then it was just his finger, and then another. And I moaned, I kept moaning.
“Alpha, please!” I begged. Another finger. Nothing like my own. They were long and reached places I did not even know existed. They were so big that they exceeded what I imagined an alpha’s cock to feel like. My breathing quickened. Blood rushed downward. I felt tears in my eyes. My mouth was open, my eyes rolling back. I could barely keep my tongue in my mouth. It was humiliating, but I could not care. I was too far gone to care.
“Look at me,” he said once more. I had no defences, I complied with my alpha. I was a mess. “Now come,” he commanded. And I screamed and I cried. It spurted from my cock, and my entrance. More slick than I had ever seen. His fingers kept ramming a spot inside me that made me see stars, until all that was left was a dull ache. His canines bit into my thigh first, then came up to mark my collarbones. It was too low for a mating mark, but close enough to make me go mad. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I had never acted this way. Never felt this way either. But I kept my eyes on him. Did as he asked.
“Good boy,” he said. I heard a squelching sound as his fingers left me. I was empty, overstimulated, in a pool of my own slick. I felt lips on my forehead. I was still breathing too hard.
Slowly but surely, embarrassment caught up with me. I did not let it reach me. Instead, I focused on the General. He was still right there, looking far too self-satisfied. The twinkle in hiseyes, his hand on his own trousers. He made me lose control, but I could do the same to him. I could try to make him beg the way I did. Settle the score.
I sat up, and reached for him. Reached for his shirt. His gaze was still burning. He grabbed my waist to steady me.
“Alpha-” I said, a sound that awakened his instincts. Soft and subdued. He honed in on me. My hand touched the front of his trousers.
“Please alpha-” I said. And he growled at me. I tried to pull down his trousers, but I could not do it. So far, I was not in control as much as I wanted. He released his own dick for me. It was huge. At least twice the size of my own. I let out a whimper. Not as strong as I would have liked. A little too scared. But I was determined to win. I grabbed it with both my hands. My hands were not large enough to cover it, not even close. He chuckled. That angered me.
It did not go as planned. Not at all. When he easily picked me up, and sat me on the floor, right in front of him, I did not know how to react. I was just there, with that monstrosity in front of me, while he was sitting there on the edge of the bed. I let out a startled yelp that was not seductive at all. Not signaling that it was my turn to take the reins.
Him stroking my hair even more so, as he gently pulled me towards him. Towards that- thing.
“Do you want it, omega?” he asked. I went red. I wanted to yell at him at first. Just to be stubborn. But it was so hard and red, and I was already so close to touching it. And the tone of his voice was telling me what to do, and I hated to admit that I wanted to do as he said. I wanted him to make me feel warm, and embarrassed, and a little humiliated, one more time. I hated that I wanted that. I let out a sound, unsure.
“Lick it,” he said. I was alarmed by the audacity, but when he pushed it towards my lips, my tongue just came out. I lookedup. He was smirking, but his eyes were red. I was speaking to his alpha. And it made me feel better that he was also not fully in control.
I took the tip into my mouth, sucking softly. He groaned. Grabbed the back of my head, grabbed at my hair, rough. I moaned.
“Take it, omega,” he said. He pushed it in a bit more. I opened my mouth so far that I was worried that my jaw could get stuck. But it was there. I felt myself getting warm again, down there. Why was I enjoying it so much? Why did I want him to tell me what to do? But would it be so bad? Just in here, just in his chambers, to let him take control? Would it not make him even more attached to me, obsessed with me, addicted to me, if I gave him what he wanted? If I was the omega he craved, so that outside of his chambers, he needed to keep me willing? Would it be even better, to just give in to what we both want? Only here, only for now.
It touched the back of my throat. I gagged as he took it out, then pushed it back in again. My moans and whimpers going from muffled to loud and back again as he fucked into my throat.
“Do you want it?” he asked. “Do you want my knot?” I cried a bit as he pushed it in so deep I could not take it anymore.
“Yes,” I said, when he took it out, before putting it back in there. “I want it,” I moaned again.
“Beg for my knot, omega,” he said, tugging on my hair a little. Pulling me away from his dick a bit, then touching my cheeks with it. I coughed a bit.
“Please, alpha-” I said.
“Please what?” he asked. “Look at me,” he said. I looked up at him again. He had a wild look in his eyes. Nothing like the calm and collected General I usually saw.
“Please knot me,” I whispered. My voice was hoarse from the onslaught of his cock. One last time, he pushed it back intomy mouth, then kept fucking it roughly, just pushing deeper, deeper.
I felt it welling up inside me again. I twitched, I moaned, I let go. And seconds before his knot expanded in my throat, I shook. I stared at him as it happened. I heard him growl and grunt as my mouth was stretched to the limit. But I was lost in my own orgasm. I came fully untouched, with his knot in my throat.
“Perfect,” he said after a while. He was stroking my hair as I sat there. Unable to move. My eyes were falling shut. It was held in place by his knot. It was the single most humiliating thing I had ever experienced. But I was so exhausted I could not bring myself to form a thought, never mind feel an emotion. I must have fallen asleep right there, in that position. On my knees, in his chambers, with his knot in my mouth.
Sixty-three nights after meeting the General
What room did I wake up in? When I opened my eyes, I was in a clean bed. It was loaded with furs and cotton. Duck-feather pillows lined the headboard. It was warm and comfortable at first. Then I realised, somebody moved me, changed the sheets, and put me to bed again. I thought it was another room until I saw the same carved stone chair that was there the day before. It was still the General’s room, but on the chair there were pillows. The bedside tables had embroidered clothes on them. There was an ornate wooden mirror, leaning on the wall next to the cabinet. There was even a white bear-pelt on the floor. None of this had been there the day before.
Dizziness hit me. I stood up too fast. On the table, there was too much food. Fish, berries, greens and even cake. There was a rocking chair, cherrywood, inviting me over to breakfast.
“Axel?” I called. There was no answer at first. Then, the elder omega that served me my meals when stuck in this chamber appeared from the bathroom.
“Can I help you?” she asked. I looked down to see I was wearing a silk nightgown. Far too pink, way too frilly.
