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That seems to do the trick. With a lustful growl, Orri rips the thin fabric of my panties straight though, leaving them discarded in shreds on the floor. My bra comes off next, and finally I'm bare before him. There's just one more thing.

My eyes widen as Orri shucks off his pants. The monster bulge that I saw from outside his pants doesn't do justice to the real monster within. Thick, veiny, and just as gold as the rest of him, Orri's cock stands at full mast. A shining bead of pre-come dribbles from the tip, and I can't think about anything but how badly I want to taste it. Taste him.

He moves from my lips to my throat, my collarbone, my chest. I arch my back when he gives each nipple a swipe of his rough tongue, but he keeps going lower. A strong hand spreads my thighs, and I’m wetter than I’ve ever been.

“Mmm,” Orri does that rumbling thing in his chest again, and before I can react, he buries his face between my thighs. Instant, mind-breaking pleasure shoots up my spine as his talented tongue swirls my nub. He draws it into his mouth and sucks gently, continuing to flick at the tip. In the meantime, his fingers stretch my opening and gather my juices.

I throw my head back and moan, my mind finally blissfully blank. In the tsunami of sensations, there’s no more room for worry or fear or grief. In the moment there’s only me and him, and the rapturous pleasure we are creating together. Orri starts working his fingers in and out of me, curling upward just enough to hit —

And it hits all at once like a bolt of lightning. “Aaah, I’m gonna—fuck, Orri!” My pussy clenches and throbs around his invading digits, hips and spine bucking of their own accord. All I can hear are the sounds of his hungry growls, the wet sounds of his fingers plundering my cunt, and my own hoarse voice crying out for more.

Little by little, the world shifts and stabilizes. A portion — a tiny portion — of the urgentneedis gone, but it’s going to take a lot more than that. I groan at the overstimulation of his tongue still on my clit, gently pulling tapping on his shoulder. He looks up, face covered with my cum, and licks his lips. I’ve never seen a more satisfied look on a man.

“Need…” My mind’s so blissed out from the orgasm, the words float just outside my awareness.

“I’ve got you,” Orri promises me. “Can you roll over for me?”

That, I can do. I bonelessly roll over in bed, letting Orri move my limbs where he needs them. One hand bracing on my stomach and the other on my legs, he moves me onto my hands and knees. My legs quiver, still weak from the orgasm, but I know what’s coming next.

I’ve had a mind-blowing orgasm, I’m wetter than Niagara Falls, and he’s been stretching me with his fingers, but a momentary fear still remains when I look at the sheer girth of him:

Will it even fit?

“Never fear,” Orri says, again with that uncanny knack of knowing how I feel. “You were made for this. Your body will take my cock beautifully. Just remember to breathe, and let me know if anything hurts.”

“Okay.” I lean forward so my face is buried in the pillows and my ass is still in the air. “Just…please. I need…” I wiggle my butt at him, only one thought still remaining in my lust-crazed mind:

Breed. Breed. Breed.

A shadow passes over the bed as Orri’s huge form looms over me, and I feel the hot, heavy tip of his cock press against my folds. He sinks in little by little, stretching me far past beyond what I thought possible. To my surprise, it doesn’t hurt. The stretch is more of a pressure, a tightness like a coiled spring. And I know that when I come again, all that pressure will release at once, echoing out through my body in tremor after tremor.

“Yessss,” Orri draws out in a long sigh. “Fuck, that feels good.” He runs a hand over the small of my back, his other still on my hips. “Are you all right?”

“Mhm,” I moan, muffled, into the pillows.

“Good,” Orri rasps, his voice taking on that primal edge once more. “You’re going to want to hold on tight.”

And with that, he pulls out and pushes into me, filling me impossibly in one fell swoop. It’s nothing like the first thrust, which was an exploratory invasion, inch by inch.

This was aclaiming.

The sheer force of it makes me cry out, hands fisting into the sheets while he uses my hips for leverage. Each thrust stokes the flames, but cools the burn. It’s only a pleasant, comforting warmth now. My whole body simmers and tingles with something beyond just desire. I almost feel…safe? Is this how omegas always feel around an alpha?

But as his thrusts speed up and he’s grunting and clawing and groaning, I can’t think of anything else but him. His cock. His hands. His voice is getting deeper and deeper, making my toes curl…

The tension breaks at last and my orgasm rushes through me, finally releasing all that built up desire and need. Wave after wave of clenching, throbbing pleasure races through me. Tears well up and fall, and I’m crying into the pillow because of the relief and how good it feels.

“Ah, shit, I’m gonna—!” Orri’s body moves in tandem with mine, gripping tighter than ever, but just as he’s about to come, he pulls out with a roar and I feel his release splattering over my sweaty back.

Wait. That doesn’t fit. He was supposed to…

My formerly sated, comfortable omega instincts flare up. What was going on? Why didn’t he finish inside of me?

Did he change his mind? Did I do something wrong?

I can’t dwell on it too much in my current state, though. The burning ache of the heat has dissipated at last. My limbs are jelly, my hair wild and tangled. My skin is slick with sweat and cum, but right now, all I want to do is sleep. The stress and emotional high of recent events finally wears off, and I curl into him, closing my eyes.

LOATHING

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