Page 120 of Red River

River blushed, lowering his eyes coyly. "He would surely search for my pretty little hole to defile it mercilessly…"

"And I may be too busy defending the palace from the rest of those monsters… So his chances of succeeding may be pretty good…"

River sighed with well-played disappointment. "Let’s hope the ogre won’t find me, then…"

Suffice it to say, the ogre soon broke free from his cage and came searching for River’s raspberry-pink hole, exploring it intensely… for hours, until the earl captured all the other monsters and returned to slay the ogre and reclaim his fiancé—completely undeterred by the copious amounts of the ogre’s cum flowing from River’s sexy passage. He surely added some of his own to it.

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The next day brought a continuation of River's heat.

Since the other monsters in the dungeons had heard about River's perfect little hole, they all wanted to escape the dungeons and have a taste of it. The earl was engaged in a fight at the gate, but the dungeon had other weak spots, and one monster managed to escape: sure enough, a very mighty troll had to find River and plow his hole relentlessly, leaving the pretty redhead with six orgasms one after another.

The heat was peaking!

Oliver was almost afraid to approach our door, worried that he'd interrupt us, and quite frankly, my dick was inside River for most of the day.

There were even moments when I'd stand up with him still impaled on my shaft because he didn't want to let go of me. His fingers were clamped so tightly on my arms, and he'd make these low, growling noises whenever I tried to pull out, warningme that he would be extremely upset if I let him go. And indeed, he was showing signs of an actual stress whenever I tried to gently withdraw.

So, we'd eat in that position—him still sitting on my dick. Then we'd continue, sometimes using one of his fantasies, but other times we'd just fuck because River needed it badly and intensely.

All those years of medically blocking his heats seemed to be coming back with a vengeance, and River's body was demanding an unprecedented level of intensity—one I was more than happy to provide, my own rut going strong. I was genuinely shocked that my libido had skyrocketed to meet his at such heights. I could practically maintain an erection—a solid one, at that—all day long. And the amount of sperm I produced and pumped into River could have probably filled half a bucket.

But even in the middle of this crazy day, River still found a few moments to walk over to the window and check what was happening outside.

The boys were training obediently—some running the obstacle course, others working out with Igor. I could see how much joy that sight brought River. He watched his sons with a soft smile, clearly proud of how diligently they followed my instructions.

Sometimes, he even wiped away a tear or two when he thought I wasn’t looking. But, well… we were True Mates. There was no hiding the intense waves of emotion rolling through him.

The next day was much calmer.

Even his fantasies had changed, reflecting his different mood. Now, instead of wanting to be devoured by monsters, he wanted to be saved from them. He craved more romantic and heroic scenarios—where he was almost eaten alive by a saber-tooth, only to be rescued by a handsome barbarian or a powerful shaman.

Sometimes, he played the role of an innocent victim sacrificed at the altar of a bloodthirsty god, only to be saved at the last moment by a benevolent deity taking human form.

The sex also changed. River wanted to make love rather than just fuck, which suited me just fine. I was perfectly in sync with him, and every moment felt just as incredible.

And I was having so much fun! River’s imagination was so fertile, I could never be bored. His acting skills were top-notch, and his big, vulnerable eyes made him the perfect candidate for the role of a distressed omega in desperate need of rescue. Being such a beauty, he was also a priceless possession—a coveted reward for the champions who succeeded in saving him.

So the fun just kept going!

I was genuinely surprised his heat had lasted so long. I knew that omegas under extreme stress often experienced shorter heats—sometimes as little as forty-eight hours. And River had been under a lot of mental strain lately. Yet somehow, his heat had stretched to a full four days. Maybe because he had been waiting for this moment for so many years, his body just… held onto it?

On the fifth day, he woke up looking exhausted and still drowsy, but even then, the magic of True Mates seemed to ease the effects of the Recovery phase.

Usually, omegas felt horrible after heat—depressed and irritable—but he was just… tired.

So I insisted he go back to sleep.

By noon, he had managed about three hours of uninterrupted sleep before sitting up in bed and whispering nervously, "I think it’s time I got back to my kids."

I looked at him and said, "Don’t pressure yourself. You have the right to take time for yourself. You’ve spent too long stressing about others."

River smiled softly and shook his head.

"But I—"

"Shhhh. No arguments. Go back to sleep. Just a few more hours. You deserve the rest."

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