Page 19 of Invade Me

My knot didn’t want to deflate even a little. I made a few movements with my hips to check if I could maneuver at all, and Damien let out a quiet moan in response, probably feeling the head of my dick rubbing over his uterine entrance.

"If you want, I can continue. To tell you the truth, I damn well like it," I muttered, sounding like a horny student who just discovered sex.

"Okay, continue," he whispered quietly.

So I did just that. I began to thrust into him again, feeling the super-stretched condom heavily filled with my cum squelching inside, but I didn’t even pay attention to that. This time, I was lying on top of him, my head pressed against the side of his head. I could hear his breathing speeding up and quiet moans as I rhythmically plunged into him, massaging his prostate and the entrance to his uterus.

And it was a damn godly feeling. So godly that I started to feel unexpected tingling in my gums… as if my mating fangs were about to emerge—a rather rare occurrence outside of heat!Was my body priming to mark Damien? With quite an effort, I halted it, but it took a lot of my focus.

Unfortunately, my orgasm was quickly gathering momentum again, sneakily using the time while I struggled to stop myself from marking and mating… atotal stranger. Kinda crazy.

Trying to focus on adding to his pleasure instead, I slipped one hand under Damien’s body, placing it on his hard nipples, and squeezed them lightly. He moaned, and I could feel his hips making gentle movements, coming out to meet me.

"Faster, a little faster," he whispered, and I obeyed him, knowing it would be my downfall.

Our bodies were now slapping, slamming, our groans filling the room. My mind was dizzy and enchanted by him. All I wanted was to stay there, to wallow in him, to sink myself in his energy, to be free from all my problems and just remain merged with Damien.

Maybe two minutes later, I felt him suddenly tighten, his passage squeezing my knot, pulsing, milking me. He groaned deafeningly, as he had reached his peak again. This pushed me toward my own climax, toward the inevitable rush of pleasure…

I really didn’t know if it had been seven minutes since my previous orgasm, and the knot was still on. I started to feel silly, like I was missing something obvious.

"Are you in heat?"

"No," he said quietly.

"Then why—" I stopped myself.

I couldn't bring myself to say it, to express the unbelievable. This other possibility, this improbable, miraculous, yet simple answer to everything. The idea I resisted so much… calling it unrealistic. But in truth, only one type of mateship had that kind of chemistry—overwhelming, constant, undeniable, like magic.

And yet, in our society, it was almost customary to deny such a possibility with all our might. They called itprotecting yourself from disappointment.

Since childhood, we had heard it in schools and colleges: "Don’t let yourself be fooled by the elusive prospect of finding your ideal mate. Keep yourself in check, stay realistic." The programming kicked in hard now, and I rejected the idea once again.

But what about my powerful gut feeling? Should I really ignore it?

I lingered on the thought as minutes passed in silence, my intense brooding helping to dissolve my knot, so I slowly pulled my dick out.

There was nothing else to do here, we had a clear rule not to prolong our presence in clients' homes, to avoid making them feel uncomfortable.

At that very moment, when I was about to say something, the condom, which was filled beyond all reason, slipped off my dick, and a pretty gigantic puddle appeared on the sheet, just under his buttocks. Yyy… Yup. I conveniently ignored it because I had more important things to do, like, um, talking with Damien.

"Damien, I—I have to go now. I'm sorry this scenario turned out so strange. I'll ask the company to reimburse you—"

Then he said something that stopped me cold.

"It was my first time."

I froze, only blinking like an idiot, it just didn’t register.

"Wait. You mean your first time having sex?" I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

"Yes."

Words spilled out of my mouth before I could think better of it: "Gosh! Seriously? You hired a company for that? You could have any alpha you wanted!"

Damien let out a huff and muttered, "I thought one of your prerogatives was not to criticize your clients—or question our decisions?"

I cleared my throat. "Of course! I wasn’t trying to criticize. I was just… surprised. I don’t know why, but it upset me. You deserve so much more!"

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