Page 15 of Invade Me

Smiling to myself, I leaned in close and whispered into his ear, "I’ve been thinking about you all day. I couldn’t focus on anything else but the thought of having you tonight. I fantasized for hours and got hard, wanting to be inside you so badly."

My words sank in, and he let out a short, rapturous sigh—I knew he wanted to hear my confessions of pure ‘desire and obsession’. The funny thing was, I didn't even have to lie. I had been thinking about him all day, even before I accepted his assignment. Four days already!

"I wish I didn’t have these damn suppressants," I murmured. "I’d love to scent you right now, to just drown in your fragrance. I know it would be beautiful and sweet, just like you."

He made another sound—a light, disbelieving snort mixed with a sigh, something he couldn’t quite hold back. For some reason, I knew exactly what it meant: he didn’t believe he could be beautiful to me—or to anyone else, not truly.

Leaning forward, I kissed him just under the jaw and along his neck, covering his skin with wet smooches and leaving light love bites since he hadn’t forbidden them in his scenario. Being close to his ear, I murmured, "You don’t have to believe me, but it’s all true. You’re very cute. Your eyes are so sad and beautiful, and your lips—God, they’re so soft. I feel like tasting them… and maybe I will?"

Impulsively, I shifted a little, just to be able to kiss him, but then I froze. That tiny, nagging thought hit me: had he requested that in the scenario? My stomach sank as I cursed under my breath. No, I was almost certain he hadn’t.

So, my lips hovered just an inch above his, before I sighed and pulled back. Instead, I went back to kissing his neck and collarbones, sticking to safe territory.

Then I felt something unexpected—something hard, pressing lightly against my side.

Jackpot! My actions had an effect after all. Damien liked it—and it was all about making him happy.

Though I obviously didn't have an ounce of a real rapist in me, I still wanted to make the most of his scenario. Therefore, I grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, and it stayed up there, wrapped around his wrists because of his bound hands. Now my mouth could slide lower over his bare torso, and it was then that I discovered what Damien meant when he said he was a bit chubby.

His body had a soft, streamlined shape; his shoulders were rounded, and his chest was as filled out as that of a pregnant omega. The cones of his breasts rose stiffly, the areolas were puffy, but the tips were hard and taut, waiting for my mouth. I wasn’t going to let them down.

"Wow, you have really sexy nipples. I've always liked the puffy nipples on pregnant omegas. You're perfect!" And then I closed my mouth on his nipple.

Yep, I’ve fucked a few pregnant omegas in the past, who were bored with their alpha husbands and quite intrigued by the possibility of sex with a purple alpha. Not that I was proud of it, but hey, at least I could appreciate their pillowy soft bodies, and Damien was a nice example of such sweet roundness. Tom was all chiseled and lean, and I realized where my true preference lay: softness and curves.

My tongue was circling his nipples. "Gosh, you really taste like candy fudge, gonna devour you…"

Damien let out a quiet moan when I enclosed my mouth around his left areola and sucked it in; his body trembled—Iknew he absolutely loved it. The sounds he was making changed—becoming deeper, louder, more guttural, and primal.

At one point, he even made a quiet sound in the AO mating language that meant‘Continue, it feels good’.Since those sounds were partly involuntary, I took it as a huge compliment and encouragement to keep sucking and licking his nipples, which were now hard as pebbles. My other hand sweetly tortured his right nub, and I could feel him trembling under me, arching his spine, making louder and louder hot huffs.

Suddenly, he actually lowered his bound hands and wrapped them around my neck, which almost made me ecstatic, but he quickly corrected himself and threw his arms back behind his head. Yeah, the whole home invasion scenario was still on… Too bad, it would feel more like making love, but I guess that wasn't what he wanted.

Damien's body was incredibly warm, his skin as smooth as velvet, and I took such pleasure in this that my rock-hard dick throbbed almost constantly, pressing into his calf.

Maybe I could mention it? I lifted myself up, popping his nipple out of my mouth, and mumbled, "Do you feel how hard I am for you?" I rubbed my cock against his leg to prove it even more, "I want you so much, and your beautiful, soft body!"

But there was more on the list I should praise. Of course, my night vision didn’t allow me to see colors, so I added, "What a pity I can’t see your freckles. I love that delicate sprinkle across the shoulders, where the sun kissed the skin in the summer, leaving these traces behind…" As I said it, I was half-expecting a wave of debilitating cringe to wash over me, but it never came. Somehow, that awkward sweet talk felt right in the moment.

And… Damien actually responded. Very quietly, more like a shy whisper, "I have freckles on my shoulders and arms."

Why did I feel so giddy hearing him respond? It gave me the confidence to embrace the newly discovered poetic side of myself even more.

"Mmm… that’s great! For me, freckles are like small reminders of warm sunny days, the sunlight trapped forever on your skin. I could kiss them too, but well, your hands are tied now."

Strangely elated and invigorated by this little interaction, which seemed more like cute lover talk—something beyond this strange scenario—I slid my mouth down to his belly. It was tender, soft, slightly bulging, like a pleasant silken cushion. I took my time with his pretty belly button and then sucked lightly on his love handles, humming at how fluffy and lovely they were! His dick pulsed intensely under my arm, hot and rock hard, pre-cum dripping constantly.

Damien liked it—and it made me swoon. He let out a constant purr, his breath hitching, his pulse racing.

It was time for the main course.

My mouth found his penis, and indeed it was just as he had described it—on the smaller side, but a well-formed pretty one, and sooo hard, it might as well have a real bone inside.

"Nice, shapely dick!" I mumbled, and once again, I was being honest. I actually liked it; it was always a hardship for me to dick-shame people in all those scenarios, so finally, for once, I could be true to myself.

I took it deep into my mouth, all the way to the end, pressing it against the back of my throat, and Damien moaned loudly and shamelessly. Then…

…unexpectedly, a sweet and milky liquid spilled into my mouth.

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