Page 17 of Invade Me

Damien made really cute sounds, similar to the grunting of an excited bunny or the squeaking of a little squirrel; it wasadorable. And then I parted his buttocks again and just had to say something nice about what lay between them too.

"Well, I guess you don't believe me when I pay you sincere compliments, but again—I don't have to make it up. You have a beautiful little hole, and it is already so wet for me. I'm going to take good care of it."

Excited, I lowered myself and gently ran my tongue over it, discovering its pleasantly sweet taste. Damien shuddered and let out a whimper. I couldn't help myself, although I usually didn't like rimming, this time around I really didn't have to break myself to do it. My tongue started sliding around his petaled entrance, licking his sweet, delicious slick.

A purr of satisfaction escaped my lips, for it was not only pleasurable for him, but for me as well. My arousal skyrocketed and my dick was so hard it almost hurt. I wanted nothing more than to thrust into that tiny hole, but… I had to prepare it well first, that's what he expected. And, not to be too modest, that's exactly what was needed here, as I had been called a ‘monster' for more than one reason. So, I really got down to business, first licking him for a while with my tongue sliding in with swirling motions, playing with his little folds, while Damien moaned and groaned loudly. I even slipped my hand under his hips, and he was still hard, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.

"Your cute cock is demanding to be satisfied again! It makes me very happy to give this sweetie some joy!" I made another comment of masterclass cringe level, but I just knew what would be awkward for another omega—was very welcomed by praise-hungry Damien.

How could I even sense him so well? It was almost like telepathy.

Concentrating even more, I went back to swirling my tongue down his tight hole, but after a while I decided to also slide my finger there, starting with one that was insertedshallowly, carefully. The lube bag was close by, but I didn't need it; he was so wet, his slick trickling down his perineum. I licked it greedily from time to time, savoring the delicious taste. It was really strange—I had never found the flavor of omega's slick to be particularly mouthwatering. It was tolerable for me, but well, not as yummy as Damien’s!

My next move was to gently massage the opening with one finger, slowly sliding it in and out. After a while, I added a second. When he moaned slightly, I immediately slowed down and withdrew my digits, then went back to penetrating him with only one. I didn't want to rush anything; every minute was important. Only when I was sure he was ready for the second finger did I slide it in again slowly, muttering under my breath, "You're so tight, I can't wait to get inside you!"

Even though I had a hard (veryhard!) time waiting, I couldn't let him down by sloppily following his instructions regarding penetration. He wanted to be diligently prepared and treated well, and I was going to give him that. So I took a lot of time with slow massaging and circular motions, stretching, scissoring, and lightly rubbing his prostate before I moved on to inserting a third finger.

"I'll add the third," I muttered warningly, so he would be ready. He groaned deafeningly when I did it. So, I left the third finger inside for a while, but didn't move it, letting him get used to such a significant presence. After all, I was 7'2", and my hands weren’t exactly small. But since he really needed to be spread wide for me, it was a good thing. Meanwhile, I kissed his plump, pillowy buttocks, and my second hand reached down to his dick again to begin stroking it gently, giving additional stimulation.

Damien was taking deep breaths; it was obvious that he was trying hard to fully relax, and after a while he actually succeeded. My patience was really more than I ever had with any other omega, but he deserved it, so he was going to get it. In a way,it was also a mental preparation, and even though I was only obligated to spend about an hour here, I was willing to stay as much time as he needed. After a few minutes, I was able to slide my fingers in deeper and also move them slightly from side to side, stretching his entrance even more.

Finally, the moment I was waiting for came. Damien was nicely open, relaxed, and so very wet. His pucker glistened, looking downright inviting. The pink petals were parted, swollen, and slippery; so delicious.

My poor dick, already stiff beyond the point of pain, was about to finally experience some pleasure. I took out a condom, tore open the package, and put it on.

Then, I leaned over Damien’s head, gently kissed his cheek, and whispered in his ear, "You know you can say no at any time, right? I will stop. You don’t have to explain anything. Whenever you need me to stop, just say it."

Yep, not much of a home invader scenario anymore, but what was strange—I could feel my energy adjusting to his. Damien wanted this; he didn’t want to be treated like a real victim anymore, despite hiring a company to do so. He was grateful for the change in script… how odd that I even knew it.

Finally, I settled between his legs, then leaned over and pressed my dick against his entrance. I waited for a while, just for him, so he was fully mentally ready and aware of what was going to happen.

But Damien didn’t say anything; the safe word didn’t appear. So I knew he wanted me to continue. In any other case, it would be so damn unprofessional—no employee of Dark Dreams should behave carefully like that, potentially destroying a client’s wild, non-consensual fantasy scenario. But my principles were more important, and so was my reading of his mood. It was the right thing to do, to give him all the options to back out. Only after that, did I start to go deeper into him, very, very slowly. Atthat exact moment, feeling me pushing, he suddenly turned his head and twisted it so he could see my dick!

I stopped right away, letting him take it in. I was still almost completely clothed, my mask on, with only my eyes and lips showing. I pulled down my pants a bit, but not much more was visible. Except for one thing. I didn’t have my gloves on, nor the usual skin-colored thin cover patch I used over the purple lines on my hands.

His eyes fixed on my dick, his pupils dilated, and then they shifted to my hands, where the purple lines were visible. As before, I let him have his moment, taking in these signs that revealed my subspecies.

We were both the same kind; two sides of the same coin.

Damien didn't seem surprised by my purple-pink lines; Ragu had to let him know who was coming to see him. In no-penetration scenarios, it didn't have to be disclosed, but in the case of a planned intercourse—it was company policy. Clients couldn’t be put in situations where they discovered that a ‘monster’ had come into their beds. And we were considered along those lines, for sure. Purple alphas with monster dicks and monster bodies that could turn into something no one really wanted to see. Some customers might object to having us… up their asses.

But since Damien was a rose omega, his body was designed to handle me, which put me at ease.

Finally, his ogling was over. He turned his head to the side and rested it on the pillow, a clear signal for me to continue.

Again, my dick pressed against his entrance.

"Gosh, you're so tight, like a virgin," I murmured, inching in as he panted—his breath short and raspy. "I hope that's not the case, though. You deserve more than just being fucked by some weird guy you paid for!" I burst out, further ruining his scenario.

After a six-month streak of perfect scores and glowing reviews, I had failed miserably on this one. I was pretty sure I deserved a one-star-out-of-five review. But I wasn’t myself today. Damien melted my brain—something inside me flared up as I marveled at him, at his body, his energy. He was so delicious, warm, and exciting.

He looked like… mine.

Dammit, I didn’t want to do this anymore for this fucking company—taking gigs like Johansson’s over and over. It’s not that I didn’t know what I was signing up for before, but now it hit me twice as hard.

The whole depression thing, the numbness, the emptiness. I dreamed of having someone like Damien to come home to after work. I didn’t want to meet strangers anonymously and screw people with kinks that didn’t align with mine—not even close. I wanted to… make love, however boring that sounded. Under my purple exterior, I was just a vanilla, simple guy. The problem was, people assumed I was something different, and that was, in a way, my tragedy.

Feeling somewhat desperate and almost sad, I plunged deeper and deeper into him with every inch. But my body wasn’t unhappy at all, like it had a mind of its own. Damien felt just too perfect; his hot velvety channel—a place to be.

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