Page 19 of Stolen By the Submarine

She shakes her head while tilting her hips, saying no, but giving me easier access to her depths.

“I’m going to fill that sweet little pussy with my cum until you ache with it, and when you think you can’t handle anymore, I’ll play with your clit and pump more into you as you orgasm around me. My seed will have nowhere to go until my knot pops free, but guess what, little omega?” Her nails sink into my chest. I lick the soft flesh under her ear and nip her lobe harder. “I’ll just knot you again and again until my seed takes root and you swell with my offspring.” Her whimper undoes me. “Fuck, Coral, I can’t wait. Take all of me like a good girl.”

She does, arching and scratching, whimpering and hissing, giving me everything as I slowly work my knot deeper and deeper into her body. When her entrance finally relaxes enough, I snarl and snap my hips forward, fully seating myself. With my knot fully expanded behind her pubic bone, the spongy ring of her cervix clamps around my tip.

She screams and shatters. Her entire body seizes.

I sink my teeth into her shoulder and die a million glorious deaths. Wave after wave of bliss erupts from my balls and scorches the inside of my shaft before jettisoning from my tip. Euphoria clouds my mind as the metallic taste of her blood coats my tongue. Our bond snaps into place, not complete, but brilliant in its uniqueness.

For what feels like millennia but must only be minutes, I spill my seed straight into her womb and pour my joy into her soul.

When her orgasm ends, I lick the wound on her shoulder and cup the back of her head to guide her mouth to my chest, but she lunges upward and sinks her teeth into my flesh without prompting, covering the circular scar over my heart.

Pain and pleasure collide. Our bond glows in completion. I purr and roll onto my back, destroying our nest, but I tug the layers over us and wrap my arms around her.

She falls asleep between one breath and the next. Pride flows through me.

With unhindered access to both her body and soul, I stroke her back and bask in her feminine presence.

Even blissed out while locked on my knot and exhausted from my rutting, fear and dread linger within her.

I must erase them.

Her stomach rumbles.

I’ll feed her. She won’t want it, since she’s in full estrous, but she needs the calories, so I’ll ensure she eats.

I stop petting her and close my eyes, both to enjoy the moment of peace and to encourage my knot to deflate. With an audible pop, it slips free. She jolts awake.

I roll us over, pin her knees to her ears, bury my face between her legs, and consume the first gush of our combined essences. She wriggles and whines. I give in and ferry a mouthful to her lips. She accepts my offering with pure omega joy, humming and licking my tongue with eager little flicks.

I duck down for another taste, but stop a few inches away and enjoy the view.

“Gods, little angel, your pussy is so pretty leaking my cum.” I run my thumb through the mess and push my seed back into her. “I can’t wait to fill you up again.” Her pussy tightens around my digit. I pull out and lower my face. She bucks and grabs my head.

I share, carrying mouthfuls to her lips until only a trickle seeps from her pussy.

Her stomach rumbles again.

I pull her onto my chest, wrap the remnants of our nest around us, and snag a food packet from the floor. She turns her head away, but I snarl and use her hair to keep her facing in the right direction.

“Just a few bites, little angel, then I’ll knot you again.”

She sighs, nods, and opens her mouth. I feed her from my hand, enjoying her reaction to each bite of dried fruit, nuts, and cheese.

A bubble of intimacy forms around us. More relaxed than ever before, I bask in her perfection and relish the start of our new future together.

She flushes. Her cramps return.

We spend days locked together. I cherish every moment. She spoils me with her sweetness and surprises me with flashes of feistiness. I enjoy every challenge she presents and bask in the quiet moments. When her heat breaks, I fall into a doze and hold her close.

I wake and shift her off my chest. She gives a halfhearted whine, but I tuck the filthy blankets around her and she settles back to sleep.

I wrap a sheet around my hips and climb the ladder to the outer hatch. In less than five minutes, I lock the inner door and return to my omega.

She sighs when I pull her from the nest and gather her into a cradle carry. Emotions clog my throat as she cuddles against my chest. Her trust floors me.

I shift her weight and climb one-handed up the ladder and don’t stop even after I sit on the bench in the bath. She pouts at the coolness of the water, but I clean us both with quick efficiency and dress her in the cleanest dirty sleep set I have. The t-shirt and shorts dwarf her, but she pulls the collar to her nose and scents my faded pheromones.

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