Page 13 of Impaled By His Omega Prince
“Only you, I promise. Forever. Only you.” Because that’s what alphas did. They fell in love with omegas, found their perfect one, and lived happily ever after. Every storybook he had with princes, princesses, and fate told the same tale.
A prince would wake their chosen with true love’s kiss, and hadn’t Askara done just that? In his blood flowed pure vitalis, the only thing he could use his thalms for. He bit his tongue, let a drop of the goddess’s favor flow, and gave it all to Lumic. He’d never done it before, only reveled in vitalis and regeneration, what his Mother Goddess had given him. Sharing it had only been a thought, but like the tale of the merchant son and the thalmsmith—true love’s first kiss broke the poison of blacksteel smoke, and they wed.
Maybe being wed wasn’t something meant for Askara, but Lumic would mean his freedom. Perhaps he could be somethingspecial to Lumic and the prince would come visit him—or dare he think it—visit Lumic? Be allowed to wander.
When hot, wet pressure slid up and down his pulsing cock, none of it mattered. Askara, for that moment and forever, was his.
He’d masturbated before, all males did, he was certain. Even the male ungelded horses in the stables, if left to their own devices did something of the sort—much to his chagrin. That said, Askara was familiar with his own hand, but Lumic’s insides were too much.
Before the omega could fit all of him inside, merely watching his cock tunnel its way into him had him releasing.
“Can I touch you?” Askara choked on a breath, wheezing his way through release.
Lumic took a deep breath, staring at Askara as if he were edible.
“Please do.” Lumic leaned back, gently rocking his hips as his cock bounced in plain sight so temptingly, a string of precum drooling free onto Askara’s belly.
Askara relished the sensation, reaching his hand out to circle Lumic’s cock.
This, he was on familiar ground with, palming and stroking with fascination. It was so easy to watch Lumic pump his hips, the slick mess between them spreading stickily over their thighs. With a final splat and squelch, Lumic came to full seat atop Askara’s cock and keened out a noise of pure pleasure. The receding knot ended the last bit of resistance and Askara sighed.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Lumic said, his voice full of gravel and trembling breath. His generous thighs, thick hips, and sturdy core rippled with precise control with every bounce. He keened through every roll and thrust of his hips. “I don’t normally… Kiss me. I need it.”
Askara faltered for a moment as Lumic leaned down, his palm-length hair falling over his face. Their lips brushed, hot breath dancing over one another’s cheeks. Maybe Askara had learned something from their first kiss, or maybe it was instinct, but when their mouths crashed, he knew what to do.
Lumic moaned into his mouth, both hands rising to grip his horns, controlling the kiss. “Submissive, attentive alpha. Your horns, and loyal wings.”
“And you are certain, insistent, and strong. I like it.” Askara ran his hands along Lumic’s hips, reveling in the sensations.
As far as Askara knew, sex ended at release, but the way Lumic rode him, mouth engaged with his own, it didn’t have an ending.
“Fuck, so good,” Lumic growled. He jerked on Askara’s horns, making him cry out in pleasure, his knot burning as if it wanted to fill again. “Do you want to knot me, alpha?”
“Yes!” Askara’s breathless whimper against Lumic’s mouth slipped their tongues away, lips parting for a breath before locking once more.
“Lock me down, fill me, make me come so hard.” Lumic released a hand and drew it down to Askara’s hip, reaching back to dig untrimmed nails into his dusky skin.
Such delightful filth Askara had never heard before. Usually, when talks of sex and debauchery arose among the arena patrons, it made his stomach turn and did nothing for his libido. Watching Lumic ride his cock, directing those words toward him like he was worth them, made his entire body convulse.
“Tell me when you get close. I want to be prepared to take you, alpha.” Lumic ground his hips, his insides clenching and milking Askara as he moaned into yet another kiss, their tongues winding hungrily.
“C-close.” Askara’s body shook, cold tingles snaking their way up his spine. “G-gonna.”
Lumic slammed his hips down, locked his thighs, and bit Askara’s lip in time to squeeze over his filling knot. Lumic bellowed with bliss, and Askara grasped his cock firmly, stroking him as unbridled pleasure melted over his face. “By the goddesses, yesssss!”
From what Askara knew, Lumic had little stock in the goddesses. The expletive seemed out of place but fitting somehow. Tears streaked his eyes as cum shot free over Askara’s chest, decorating his dusky skin with wet stripes.
The groan that escaped Lumic as he descended from his high curled into something primal in his throat. Askara, incensed by the moment, let his knot fill, released, and bathed in the combined pleasure.
Moments passed before they settled into a panting mess, and Lumic chuckled. “Are you as proficient at lovemaking as you are the sword?”
“I’ve far more training at swordplay, I’m afraid,” Askara said, chuckling as he bathed in the cool heat of bliss.
“But can you entertain several battles in one night?” Lumic squeezed his insides and Askara grunted.
“A day ago, I’d have told you that I could lay that particular sword to flesh only once a night, but I am very confident I could take you on again and again and be happy to lose.” Askara pulled Lumic’s mouth to his for a gentler kiss. “You’re the most handsome creature the goddess ever let me see.”
Askara couldn’t lie.
