Page 79 of Rebel Fates

“Ifyoucan’t…” I want to demand someone take care of my needs. But it sounds ridiculous to beg.

“My touch didn’t seem to help.” Crax removes my hands and legs and sets me gently back onto the bedding. “Stay here. Relax if you can.” He purrs, stroking my hair, and immediately I feel sleepy. “I will do what I can to help you through this change, but I fear I won’t be able to give you what you truly need.”

He rushes out of the room before I realize it.

I huff, left alone with my frustration.

* * *

It only takes a few hours before I cry out again. Crax peeks into the bedroom, still frustratingly in his cloaking suit.

“I want to see your face,” I grumble.

“Would it make a difference to see my face?” he asks, walking closer to the bed. “I wonder if you would push me away or pull me closer?”

“I just want to look into your eyes.” I reach out for his hand. “You feel so far away.”

“That is the point, sweet omega.” He sits his enormous frame down on the edge of the bed and places his hand in mine.

“I need your touch again.” Feeling desperate, I turn away. “I’m sorry.”

“I understand.” He reaches up, and his gloved hand caresses my face. “No shame. I want to help you. I’ll ease your suffering any way that I can allow myself to do.”

“But I need you inside me,” I pout.

He pulls something from his pocket. A dildo. It’s long and girthy and has a strap attached. “I shouldn’t enter you myself, but I have an idea. It might approximate some of your needs. And give you a moment of relief.”

“Yes, put it on.” I nod eagerly.

He straps on the dick and leans back against the headboard. He opens his arms, inviting me to straddle him.

Without hesitating, I swing my leg over and position myself over the dildo.

He braces my waist with one hand, with the other, he fingers my clit and pussy, ensuring I’m ready to sink down on the toy.

“I wish I could suck these beautiful breasts,” he says and squeezes one in his large hand.

“I want that too.” I breathe out. “Are you sure you can’t?”

“As much as you tempt me, your happinessafterthis heat passes means more to me. But I will make you climax as many times as you need, beautiful soul.”

I don’t know if anyone has said my soul is beautiful. I love it.

Isn’t that what matters most? A beautiful soul. I’m probably strange looking in his eyes. And perhaps, he would be strange to mine. Yet, our souls seem to call to each other. To have a beautiful soul, this supersedes whatever his outer appearance might be like under his cloak. How he makes me feel is what’s important—and he makes me feel safe and cherished.

Isn’t that what I saw in the Hathorans? They are beautiful souls.

His hands work me into a frenzy. With the stimulation, I sink down onto the large head and find I’m so tight it barely fits.

Crax rubs and tweaks my clit and helps me stay stimulated as I finally work myself down over it.

I growl with relief when I’m filled completely.

“Good omega,” he purrs.

I curse my relief and begin to work the toy to ease my need.

Crax’s hands are everywhere, triggering all my erogenous zones, massaging my ass, my breasts, and my nipples. He fists my hair.

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