Page 15 of Terror

Terror’s rattle is menacing. His dick is glorious, long and thick, and I grab it, stroke it, stick my tongue out.

Terror slaps my pussy.

Once, twice, three times.

I close my legs.

“Keep them open, or I’ll tie you up. You’re driving me crazy.”

I’ve never seen an Alpha male dick before, and now I have a view of it from an awkward position with my head hanging upside down between his legs. I play with his balls, trace the ring around the base of his dick. This is the knot, the thing that inflates and stretches the pussy, blocking the channel as the Alpha male seeds an Omega. I imagine it feels amazing, and tears blur my vision. “I want it so bad,” I whisper.

I’m sure he hears me, but he says nothing, bending to lick my pussy instead of answering, his rattle now less menacing. I run my palms up and down his dick. When I reach the tip, spurts of seed wet my skin. It’s not a drop of precum like a man’s; it’s a slow, measured trickle of seed dribbling out of the tip and running down the cock’s length. Saliva accumulates in my mouth, and I whine like an animal.

Terror backs away and stares me down. “You want it?”

“Yes.”

Just when I think he’ll ask me to take him to the nest, he palms my breast and grips his cock. He taps my mouth with it. I lick the tip, and his cum hits my tongue. Instantly, more saliva pools in my mouth, and I swallow it with the cum, stretching my neck, looking for more. My body hums. I could suck him for days.

He angles his cock, and I open my mouth. One hand presses on my belly; the other one slaps and tugs my clit while he fucks my mouth, pumping his hips. Each time his cock hits the back of my throat, tears spill down my cheeks and I gag. Restless with need, I’m whining, moving my hips, my body begging for him to fuck it.

I grab his balls and squeeze them.

“Fuck,” Terror growls. Seed gushes into my mouth. It’s a jet stream so strong that I don’t need to swallow before it passes down my throat. I choke, and he steps back, still coming, stroking himself, the stream landing all over my breasts and belly. He’s coming and coming for minutes, not seconds, while I’m thinking about how all the seed should be filling up my womb and making all this pain go away.

The last drop hits my lips, and I lick it off as if it’s the last bit of water in the Sahara. Terror grunts.

Without a word, he picks me up and leaves the kitchen to climb the stairs. In my bedroom, he proceeds to the bathroom and steps into the tub. After turning on the water, he sits down and takes me with him. I rest my cheek on his chest, listening to the uneven rattle, and I hear the moment he changes his breathing pattern into a purr. There’s nothing in the world like it. It brings me instant joy, a feeling of calm. My hands even stop shaking from the Betaren withdrawals.

I close my eyes and relax. Never in my life did I think I’d feel this carefree in the arms of a Hordesman, but I can’t deny it either. At the moment, I have zero fucks to give about Betaren, and if the apocalypse happened right now, I wouldn’t care. “You’re good at this,” I tell him and tap his chest with a finger because that’s all I can move. “Real good.”

“The very best, Omega.”

I bet. As he purrs, my breaths grow shallow, my body dissolving into nothingness, cool water spraying from the large showerhead above me barely registering in my mind.

“During Betaren withdrawals,” he says, “the muscles lock. Your heart is a muscle.”

“Mm-hm,” I mumble.

“The heat makes the withdrawals easier as it counters it naturally, warming up the body, pumping blood for the impending sexual activities and eventual exhaustion. You have been taking the pills too long and too often. Let your nature take care of this for you. Don’t fucking take the damn pills anymore.”

“Don’t be a killjoy. Let’s talk about this later.”

He strokes my hair, purring louder, and I feel like I’m floating on feathers. Bliss.

“You made a contact today,” he whispers at my ear.

“Mm-hm.”

“Who did you call?”

“Travis.” The words pour out of me. My Alpha can ask me anything, and he shall receive.Yes, anything.

“Last name?”

“Gunnman.”

“And what is he to you?”

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