Page 30 of Consort

A moan from the depths of her belly echoes off the cave walls and races down my spine. Her body trembles as I press deeper, and I’m completely lost to the feel of our joined bodies and the sounds of her relief.

She bows her head as the pain slowly rolls away. I watch her shoulders rise and fall with each deep breath as I move in and out of her tight channel.

Her body holds just enough tension to stay upright. I lower one hand to the cave floor and slip my other arm beneath her ribs to support her.

I know it’s too forward, but I ignore my hesitance and nestle my face in the curve of her neck. I brace myself to be pushed away, but she surprises me by leaning into my touch. She rolls her hips, perfectly matching my thrusts. Soft whimpers tickle my ears each time I pull back, followed by long sighs when I press deep inside her again.

I can feel a connection trying to form. It tugs sharply on my chest, but I can’t allow it. Her heart isn’t in this. If I allow mine to be, whatever remaining threads that hold it together will be torn away. I don’t know where my soul would go if my heart turned to stone.

I find myself envious of the Alpha shifters. I feel like claiming this Omega as my own could erase everything–the years of anger and resentment, the desperation for justice and change, and the guilt and shame for the things I’ve had to do. She would be my only duty. I could live my life protecting her, completely fulfilled if I saw no one but this stunning little shifter for the rest of my life.

I scold myself for my sentiments. Those are a juvenile’s daydreams. When this is over, she’ll send me away. She’ll turn her back to me again, maybe even hate me for daring to touch her. But she needs me now, so I need to shut down all this thinking and get back to it.

I lift up to a kneeling position but keep her pressed tightly against my chest. I slide the fingers of my free hand down her stomach and slip one between the top of her folds where her clit is hiding. She bucks into me with the first feather-light touch.

After a few minutes of slow thrusts and circling fingers, I begin pumping into her faster and harder, trying to keep pace with her as she jerks against my finger. She gets close to the edge again and again, but something prevents her from finding release. She whimpers as I build her up again, but I still can’t figure out what I’m doing wrong. She eventually drops her shoulders and growls in frustration.

Why did I think I could replace an Alpha for this? Sure, I could easily defeat one with my magic in a fight, but this? I’m unprepared and uninformed. I have no idea what I’m doing wrong. I’ll need to find an Alpha for her. One that seems trustworthy.

The thought of stepping aside makes me want to blast a hole in the wall of this cave. But as much as it will pain me, she needs someone who can do it right. I’ll just have to stand close by and make sure he doesn’t harm her.

But she stops me from acting on my decision with a mumble I can’t quite make out. I’m happy to learn she’s able to speak, but it won’t do me any good if I can’t understand what she’s trying to say.

“What is it, little one?” I ask, annoyed at my own cooing but hoping she’ll try again.

She growls in frustration before yelling at me.

“Knot!”

Oh…I remember now. I’ve heard Alphas have an extra part. Perhaps all male shifters have them. I can’t recall. But I know what she’s referring to. It’s an area at the base of the cock that swells up into a ball. I’m unsure of its purpose, but I know it’s used during mating.

I also know that I don’t have one.

I’m the one who growls this time, furious with my inadequacy. She needs this. It’s how an Alpha would soothe her.

ButIwant to help her!

A competitiveness ignites inside me, and I want to annihilate every asshole with a knot for having an advantage over me. Heat races through my body, escaping onto my skin in hot beads of sweat. My growl overpowers hers, but she cuts it short and calms me down with one simple word.

“Please,” she whispers, turning her head to nip at my shoulder.

It’s a tender bite. Supportive, not aggressive. It douses my heat and floods me with peace. One I haven’t felt in a very long time. Maybe even ever.

Through the calm, an idea forms in my mind; I can glamour one.Why not? Glamours trick the eyesandbody, making it feel real. I can give her a knot. I can be just as good as an Alpha.

But I plan on being even better.

After guiding her back down to her hands and knees, I gently move her hair over to one side. I run my fingers along her back and pull out slightly, then stare down at my cock.What does a knot look like? How big should I make it?

I don’t have a clue. All I can do is try to visualize it. I picture my magic pooling at the base of my shaft, heating up and swelling me with the pressure. Immediately, my girth doubles in size in that area. It looks so foreign to me, and it feels strange. I hope I’ve gotten close to how it should look.

I worry it might be too big. I shrink it down a bit, then press back in until the knot sits right against her opening. I pause, hoping she’ll show me what to do next. When she feels the pressure, she gasps and shoves her body back, taking the entire thing inside.

I’m surprised at how easily she accepts it. She beginssqueezing me so tightly that I have to bite my tongue to keep from coming right away.

The look of awe and arousal in her eyes as she peeks back at me make me feel like a king. Not a damn consort, but a fucking ruler. I don’t know what to do with this power I’m feeling, but I know I want to keep seeing that look on her face.

I grasp her shoulders and begin pumping. She moans and grips me even tighter than before. Each time I pull out to the knot, she clamps down hard as if she’s trying to keep it inside. I try to pull out fully, but she growls and shoves back against it. I chuckle to myself, but it’s clear she wants more. I grow the glamour until it’s the size I initially chose.

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