Page 13 of His Stolen Omega

The omega cried out, lips parting erotically as his whole body shook from the force of the machine pounding between his thighs.

“Real omegas can come from their prostates alone,” Levi said, removing his hand. “I shouldn’t touch you.”

“Please.” The omega clearly didn’t agree.

“Relax,” he stated, motioning toward the machine. “This will be enough.”

“No.”

“You won’t be thinking that for long.” Levi leaned in closer. “You want to be knotted, omega?”

His pupils dilated and he nodded vehemently.

“This will do that.”

“No.” The omega howled when Levi turned the device up another notch, but still stubbornly met his gaze. “Alpha.”

“I know what you want,” it was so obvious, “but I’m not fucking you. That’s not what this is. You’re here to teach me some things, not for me to bed.”

“Breed,” the omega insisted.

“This can simulate that too. There’s a squirting feature. Should I turn it on?”

The omega nodded again.

Levi scowled.

“You’re not in your right mind after all.” There was no way he would be eager to be pumped full of fake come if he were. No way he’d be staring at Levi all glassy eyed either. “Come, omega.” He sent a single wave of seductive pheromones and that was all it took.

The omega screamed as he came, shoots of thick milky fluid gushing from the tip of his swollen dick. His ass creamed as well, slicking up the toy even more as it continued to pound him through it, right up until Levi hit another button that had it drilling in to the hilt and then activating the false knot.

The silicone ballooned at the base, the bulge rolling forward, forcing its way past that tight ring of muscle to imbed itself just within. Levi watched as the omega took it, saw that it was a pained struggle, but noted that nothing tore that time either.

“Can take a regular sized alpha knot,” he logged. There were other attachments of various sizes, but he was switching to testing stamina for the time being.

The omega was staring at the ceiling, concentrating on the stretch and burn of his body. The calm didn’t last, however.

No sooner had the knot gone down than the omega was releasing another wave of lust pheromones himself, aiming them directly at Levi in an attempt to get him to rut.

In response, Levi hit the button and restarted the machine, watching as the omega’s mind slipped back into madness.

“Knotting once didn’t help complete the change,” he said to the camera. “Initiating round two.”

Chapter 3:

Elm experienced the world in cloudy snippets.

He was on his back, staring up at a gray ceiling, a foreign yet familiar pressure between his legs.

Then it was like he blinked and suddenly everything changed. He was on his stomach, on his knees and his forearms. His forehead was pressed to warm metal, and he had a direct view between his thighs. There was something down there, something that whirred and buzzed and thumped.

Something was caught in his ass, and he shook his hips, trying to dislodge it, but couldn’t.

“Initiating round eight,” a cool, pointed tone said somewhere to his left, but before Elm could try to turn toward it, the thing in his ass deflated and started thrusting.

The third time he became aware of his surroundings, he’d already forgotten all about the thing violently fucking him.

But not for long.