Page 101 of Red River

"You won’t hear a ‘no’ from me on that."

By the time I reached his cock, it was so stiff it almost felt like bone, wrapped in soft silk.

"What do we have here?" I teased, brushing my lips against the reddened head.

River let out a quiet, breathy whimper, his body still slightly arching.

I took him into my mouth, deep and slow, and his hands immediately flew to my head, like he wanted to stop me—but it was already too late. Two strokes, and his divine taste flooded my tongue. I had already pondered that before—the sweet taste—because so much had been said about a certain case that made a partner's semen taste like that, but I didn't want to overthink it.

"Oh, Archer… I love… I love this," he gasped.

"And you can have as much as you want," I murmured, savoring every drop as I licked him clean. For someone so small,River was impressively endowed. My tongue wrapped around him, gathering every last bit of his sweetness.

In the same time, my finger slipped between his thighs, gently tickling his perineum, and it was like I'd hit the jackpot. River writhed in pleasure, arching his back and instinctively spreading his thighs wider. His hips lifted slightly, giving me easy access. I leaned back, checking out his hole, which looked different now, all open and red, like a blooming flower. It was crazy how the same shade as his hair colored his intimate parts too.

I teased the tip of my tongue against his entrance, and River shuddered, mumbling incoherent words. My tongue circled around, driving him wild with ticklish pleasure.

"Please, please," he whimpered, but I wasn't gonna rush this. My body was screaming to dive into that red, juicy hole, but instead I just slid two fingers there, gently stretching him open. I knew River hadn't given birth in seven years and hadn't had sex in ages, so I could only assume, my monster cock might be a challenge for him.

"Please, oh, please," he purred as I swirled my tongue around, tasting his warmth and sweetness. River squealed, lifting his hips even higher, offering himself to me, his unhinged sounds turning me on. I added a third finger, and he arched, craving more. His hole was wet and hot, leaking slick that dripped down his cheeks. Then I found his prostate, swollen and ready.

"Please, please!" he breathed out, his voice a mix of pleasure and desperation.

River was squirming on the blanket, his hips thrusting up and down as I massaged his enlarged prostate with slow, rhythmic pressure. It was definitely bigger, the swelling a clear indication that his heat was drawing near. Having been withomegas in heat previously, I recognized this as a sure sign. His dick was throbbing in sync with my touches.

River's breath hitched, turning rapid and raspy. I knew he was close to another climax, but I wasn't gonna let him get there alone this time. I wanted more—especially seeing his pearly body writhing in lust, yielding to me so damn thoroughly. I'd always been about total omega submission, never seeking casual sex with someone who wasn't a hundred percent into it. I needed that surrender. Though I'd compromised before in my search for River's doppelgänger, but it never brought me fulfillment.

"Please, please," he kept pleading, but I was just getting started.

I lifted myself up, gazing at his face, which was flushed with desire, his cheeks burning bright red.

"It's not enough River, you're too tight. You'll feel discomfort…" I muttered, knowing that the preparation wasn't over yet. I added another finger, the fourth, but now carefully avoiding his prostate. I made circular motions around it, simultaneously stretching his entrance, widening it, making more room for my shaft, then pulling back when I felt a hint of discomfort in his energy. I took my time, gradually loosening and relaxing his muscles.

It was a thorough process and went on for quite a while—River was panting, his back arching constantly, his hands gripping the blanket tightly.

Eventually, I decided we could start, as my own control was slipping away. The way River was, his wild movements, gasps, and noises were making me see red, well, literally. So I grabbed his thighs and pulled him closer, then slid my hands under his buttocks, lifting them slightly to position him at the proper angle.

"Yes, yes!" River whimpered.

I leaned over him, looking into his eyes, which were hazy with desire. "Are you mine forever, omega?" I asked.

"Forever yours, alpha," he whispered back.

I pressed my erection against his rim, feeling the muscle's resistance. River's lips, red and moist, drew me in, so I leaned down to kiss him, tasting the sweetness of strawberries.

River's legs wrapped around my hips, and he breathed heavily, pulling me closer. His nervous, jerky movements led me deeper into his passage. All of his typical anxious energy had turned into a wild hunger for more.

"Alpha, alpha," he begged, his voice insistent.

I knew I had to take control—something was building inside me, a powerful urge to claim this little omega, his entire body radiating surrender. River bucked beneath me, his hands gripping my back, nails biting into my skin.

Restless like a turbulent river, he demanded I flow into him. With one powerful thrust of my hips, I breached his tight muscle ring. River cried out, but surprisingly, his hips lifted higher, meeting my thrust.

It was like he wanted to impale himself on my cock. I groaned, a rare sound for me during sex, as I usually stayed silent. My blood rushed to my groin, my dick on the verge of exploding. A bit surprised, I emitted a guttural moan, compelled by a strange, powerful force to go even deeper into River's passage, and then…

In that moment, everything crystallized.

A powerful wave surged through my body, and I climaxed—an electric shock like never before jolted across my abdomen and up, reaching my brain, so intense it nearly knocked me out. My spine arched into a ‘C’, my hips thrust forward, and my vision exploded into a kaleidoscope of electric rainbows.

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