Page 116 of Red River

For a moment, his words pulled me out of the fantasy, and I paused, leaning over him in the dim light.

He opened his eyes—big and trusting—and I whispered, "I'll never hurt you, River. I promise."

He lifted his hands, cupping my cheeks. "I'm so small and helpless. I need you, Archer. Let me be your…" He hesitated, searching for the right word. "Damsel in distress." He fluttered his eyelashes coyly, playing the role so perfectly, that I smirked. "Save me, Archer. Save me from all this chaos." Then his expression shifted, growing more serious. "Protect me from the stress; it's killing me."

I kissed him with intensity and hunger. "If that's what you want, I'll rescue you every single day."

River's wet lips parted as his hands slowly traced over my face, like he was memorizing it. His fingertips skimmed my skin, the moment so intimate, so sweet in its own way.

"You know, this is another one of my fantasies," he murmured. "Most omegas I know dream of being independent, strong—never needing anyone. But I'm the opposite. Most of my wild dreams, especially the sexual ones, are about being rescued. That's what excites me. Maybe I'm weird, but it just does it for me."

I smirked. "You'll have to tell me even more about a few of those rescue fantasies. It sounds salacious."

River had trouble stopping himself from awkward giggling. "You know, in some of them, no one actually saved me. Sometimes the monster caught me—and fucked me senseless, while Thomas just watched, unable to do a thing."

"Getting naughtier, I see."

River chuckled coyly. "Yes, in others it just kept happening, day after day, new monsters, over and over again—poor Thomas. And me? I just kept waiting for someone to save me, my hole being used and abused."

"Oh, River, I would love to save you," I grinned. "But once in a while, I wouldn't mind being the monster myself."

And I gave him a playful wink.

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The next day brought us another wave of heat, which we took full advantage of. The fantasies just kept going. River was an endless source of them.

This time, he was a beautiful and innocent omega prince, waiting for his champion at the top of a castle tower. Unfortunately, an evil sorcerer—played by me—had other plans and wanted River for himself. The handsome knight, who arrived on a shining horse, had to witness his betrothed takingthe sorcerer's monster dick over and over again for the first hour.

But in the second hour, the brave champion—also played by me—defeated the mage and finally got his chance. He indulged in the beautiful, though no longer untouched, omega, whose passage was still filled with the sorcerer's cum. The knight passionately explored River's sweet tunnel for the next two hours, mumbling under his breath, "I'll fuck your lovely, slightly stretched hole for so long that you'll forget all about the evil mage's cock."

After these hours of passion, we dozed off for a quick, refreshing nap, but when I woke up, the room was quiet.

River was standing by the window, staring at something in the yard.

He looked absolutely divine—his thick, wavy red hair was a tousled mess, cascading down his back and reaching the round, full curves of his ass. For a moment, I just fixed my eyes on him, taking in the view, already coming up with new ways I was going to dive into him today, pushing between those plump mounds.

"The kids fed the chickens, and now Lake and Aiden are weeding in the greenhouse," River said suddenly, snapping me right out of my little fantasy, where I was marking those untouched, pale cheeks with red love bites. It took me a while to shake off the thought.

I got up and walked over to him.

"Looks like Igor is taking his job seriously," I muttered, shifting slightly so he wouldn’t notice my erection, which I was trying hard to will away.

River glanced at me, then turned back to watch the kids. Van and Milo had come outside and headed to the climbing wall. Igor followed shortly after, gripping the pull-up bar and starting his reps.

"I’m impressed by how much influence you have on him," River said. "Though I already knew he was a good kid. Before all the craziness started, he was always helpful around the house, treated me with respect. I was so afraid that something had been lost in him forever."

I cleared my throat, not really in the mood to talk about the kids. But, well, I had chosen to be with an omega who had a family, so sometimes I had to shift my focus to more… practical things.

"That part of him was never gone, River. But hormones can make boys do some insane shit—I should know. I was riding that same wave when I kissed you back then." I smirked a little, hoping to steer this conversation back toward more enjoyable topics.

River lifted his eyes to mine, and for a long moment, we just looked at each other.

"For years, I blamed myself for everything that happened… but now I see that things turned out exactly as they were meant to," he whispered.

I nodded. "I always knew that, River. Nothing about you—nothing that led me to you—could ever be a mistake."

My eyes landed on River's red, tempting nipple, and he couldn't help but smirk under his breath.

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