Page 115 of Red River

"Oh, fuck…" River moaned, arching slightly, as I pushed a bit deeper, going close to three-quarters of my length deep, the furthest I had ever been in any omega. Having a twelve-inch dick could be a hassle, that's for sure.

Drops of cum squirted out from his dick in small waves, while mini-orgasms tore through him, and I felt myself getting lost in the rhythm of our bodies, the fantasy blurring with reality.

But River wasn't done yet; his story had a follow-up. "Thomas was screaming: 'Please, stop, you're stretching him too much! You're too huge for him, I'm smaller, and now nothing will ever be the same again!' But you just kept going, repeating: 'Yes, I'm stretching your husband, I'm ruining him for you forever; he'll never be satisfied with you again, his wrecked hole will only want giant dicks, he'll want to be fucked like I'm fuckinghim, hard and rough, your average dick won’t do it, now only monster cocks!'"

"Wait! How did you know then that I have a big dick?" I breathed out.

"Imagination! Based on your height…"

River was panting and moaning as I pounded into his wet hole, and his steamy story continued, "Thomas wouldn't give up, he was begging: 'Please, have mercy, leave my little, innocent husband alone, he doesn't want this!' And I was responding: 'Exactly. Stop, please, my little hole can't take it, I won't be able to handle your fucking, it's too deep, too deep, you're changing my body, rearranging me inside! Don't wreck me for Thomas, I love him so much! Don't ruin me!' But you just said: 'You're mine now, and Thomas's touch will be boring, dull; every time you’ll make love, you'll think about this moment when my monster dick stretched your hole,' and at the same time, you were moving from side to side, like you wanted to indeed stretch me even wider…"

And I just lost it; the story was just too salacious, I felt myself coming in another powerful orgasm, and instantly, my knot expanded inside River too, evoking his grunts.

But I didn't stop moving, even though my thrusts might have been shallower; I was still rubbing his walls, and my dick head was pressing against the entrance to his womb, triggering waves of intense, breeding-like orgasms.

River moaned and screamed.

His body arched, his nipples pointing toward the ceiling, so hard I had to grab them and squeeze. He was writhing beneath me, taking my knot inside him, and it just kept going, as we were trapped in the explosion of heat-induced orgasms, coming and coming… even when the main wave subsided, we were still shaking with small climaxes and post-orgasmic tremors.

Our bodies were hot and sweaty, covered in a thin layer of moisture. Pressed against each other, almost melting together, immersed in sex smells. It was epic, and just… perfect.

For some time, we were both drifting in the sweet glow and pink emptiness, in a pleasant feel of satiation.

And then River slowly opened his eyes, his crimson lips parted in a shy smile.

I propped myself up a bit and responded to it by baring my teeth: "You're a very naughty omega, River."

My gaze traveled unhurriedly over his flushed torso, his red nipples still erect and pointing up. His skin carried a sweet scent—like an entire garden in bloom.

"Hard to believe that in this small, sweet body, there's such a wild river flowing. Your hair suits you perfectly."

River let out a raspy laugh. "I always kept that side of me hidden because Thomas wasn't the kind of man who could handle it. He was very timid about things like this, almost prudent. So, my fantasies? I left them for my long, lonely nights."

"I hope you'll share a few more of them with me," I said, winking, and River giggled.

"Sure, I will! Though brace yourself for more of this wild ride!"

He hummed softly, as I slowly leaned in and kissed him.

"I'm so glad I'm here with you during my heat; I want to enjoy every second of it."

"And that's exactly the plan."

***

That night, River and I were practically glued together, fuckingnonstop. We'd wake up, with me still inside him, and fall asleep stuck together in that typical heat-induced way.

River was having frequent waves, like every two hours, and he needed me often. So, I decided to inject some elements from our fantasies into the lovemaking.

One time, I woke him up by whispering in his ear, "Thomas is sleeping right next to us; it's me, Archer. If you don't want to hurt him, break his heart, you'll be quiet and give me your sweet hole like a good submissive omega should."

River let out a lewd moan and immediately spread his legs, murmuring, "Please, don't do this; my husband might wake up, and it'll destroy him!"

I growled, "Then make sure he doesn't wake up," and my fingers slipped into his hole, pressing against his prostate.

"Please, this will kill Thomas!" he begged.

But I just thrust into his slick entrance, and he cried out, "No, don't hurt me!"

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