Page 28 of The First Omega Made
We’d not actually had sex for seven solar rotations.
Chapter Fifteen
Sarge
“Be gentle, it’s my first time,” I said, my cheeks pulling tight with a grin.
“Oh, get over yourself.” Doc wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me in, breath held as he waited for my bite.
I wasn’t sure what I needed to do, not at first. I opened my mouth, tentatively planning where I wanted to put my mark, testing his skin with my teeth. A soft gasp and quickening of his hearts sent a burning urge through me. I tilted my head, angled my jaw, and bit with fierce instinct—urges pulsing from Shafa’s body, not my own brain—but the two were coalescing in a weird sort of way.
It wasn’t a quick thing, either. My teeth locked, and my hips jerked, cock pulsing to life with foreign sensations. I’d never had such a feeling before, every part of me sending signals of pleasure—incomplete.
Doc knew what to do, sliding off the table and into my arms as I pulled my mouth away, mind a haze of pleasure. Six months ago, we were two very different things. At that moment? We were the same.
Doc had been with Gorm since his transition. Watching them together had been a feast for my eyes, something beautiful to behold, and if I’d known that it was possible to fix my body with their genes without destroying myself, I’d have done it long ago. I never wanted to give Doc false hope. Never wanted to have him watch me die in some horrible way I’d been told.
Naleucian bodies did not kill us; it merged fully with us. They were the perfect host, and it made sense we were mortal enemies.
Our mouths collided so hungrily as we squirreled away in an awkward stumble into the quarantine room. Merriel locked the door behind us and dimmed the lights to something friendlier. In the dim light, Doc was gorgeous, all soft blue, more vibrant than Noel, slender and kittenish. He’d always been a bit of a princess in bed, but I relished ripping his clothes from him with jerky motions and fighting free of my pants only to have our tails collide and curl into one another in a tight embrace, my pants knotted in the fray.
Of all the times I’d seen Noel and Vil walking around, curling their tails in passing, I’d never have thought it was something sexual in nature. As our appendages entwined, it became very clear it was. And I couldn’t stop.
Something about our tails curling made me experience a pleasure I’d never understood before. It had more nerve endings than my human cock ever had, and the sensation was a drug that inspired addiction. No wonder. Such an innocent gesture with unending pleasure.
My cock jerked hard as Doc tightened his tail. If I didn’t get it buried inside of him right that moment, I thought I’d lose my mind.
In all my solar rotations of life with as many partners of as many different anatomies as I’d had, I’d never once been with a Naleucian…full-blooded one. Or whatever Doc was. I’d never been with an omega, either, but I knew what to do. Part of my host’s—my brain—held instinct or memories of what an omega needed.
Doc’s cock had slid from its sheath, slick and dripping. The nether slit of his vent had parted, his canal open and ready for me. I guided my cock to his, tracing our lengths together for a trembling moment.
I traced my cock down and slid it up and down the opening of his vent, grinding against the base of his cock. WhenI remembered what Vil said about Noel’s channel spasming when his cock was touched, I buckled and my hips jerked. For a glorious moment, Doc relished the sting of intrusion and groaned as I bottomed out. So, desperate to feel it, I stroked Doc’s cock an experimental time as my mind whited out with pleasure. It did ripple. It squeezed however way I stimulated his cock, and it was paradise, heaven, whatever lay beyond. I’d died and gone there, buried deep in it.
Doc wailed with pleasure, and I held myself back, body shaking. There was experience in this form, instinct to restrain, to make it last. But, there was also the urge to breed. That urge held me back. Instinct for a thousand solar rotations had told me to restrain myself, not to breed, nor fornicate. Children of my vessels would hold no attachment, and children of my own were a crime. A crime so severe I’d had my reproductive organs severed to prevent me from ever doing something so disgusting.
But the blood I shared with my new body told me we were one. My blood flowed through Shafa as much as he flowed through me. Not Shafa… I was not sure what my vessel’s born name had been. Perhaps I could explore what was left of his mind in time, but it was my mind to learn.
I ground my hips, rocking my hand from base to hilt, screwing into Doc with practiced fervor. Our tails knitted, breath hitched, hissing through sharp teeth. I needed pleasure, the likes of which I’d never known. “Gonna…”
My announcement drowned out in a wounded cry of pleasure as Doc’s insides squeezed me tight, milking my cock until my knot filled and sealed me deep inside. There, I came. Every drop I had in me pumped and gushed in thick surges that had my eyes rolling back. Numbness vibrated through my toes and legs, weakening me with the force of it until I overrode my instincts and threw my wings out with a snarl.
The mating bite would stimulate ovulation. My body reacted to his and without a beta, my efforts would be fruitless, so I let my cum drive deep. I threw my hips into it, rocking my knot, grinding my tip into the tightest depths. I came again, no warning, as an echo of pleasure rocked me to my core.
By some miracle, I managed to untwine my tail and slid it up his thigh. An omega craved two when he was in heat. Part of my brain demanded a third, but Doc was mine and mine alone. I wanted no other. My tail slithered along his ass and prodded his other hole, rubbing at the slick and tender opening.
“H-holy fuck, you can do that? We can do that?” Doc choked those words with heavy gasps and I forged the tip in, grinding to work my tail into his hole inch by inch until he stretched. I’d work him open and ready to take me from behind if it was the last thing I did. I swore it.
My knot, refusing to recede, kept me locked and rocking in Doc’s channel, so my tail had to do the rest of the work, pushing deep and pulling out, undulating to grind against where, as a hybreed human, his sacred spot should have been.
Drunken noises of pleasure spilled from his lips as his cock erupted, splattering copious pools of cum over his belly and neck. With little hesitation, I dipped lower and licked, laving my tongue along his neck and collarbone, down toward a pectoral to tease a sinfully hard nipple. “My mind is—I have filthy things just clawing at my thoughts.”
Doc never initiated dirty talk. He’d done a little with Gorm, the effort a little flat, but when he met my gaze with those burning green-ember eyes—I froze. “Do it. Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I want to fuck you full, fill you, breed you. I want a nest and to give you eggs.” My voice came out with a gravelly hiss. A broken groan escaped my lips.
The words made something feral cross Doc’s face, and he wrapped his legs over my hips, spread his own wings, and arched his back, chest bowed at an uncomfortable angle. “Oh, that’s disgusting, but I love it. Fuuuuck.”
Snorting with laughter mid-nut was an experience I didn’t want to repeat again any time soon. Good, but awkward. My body had a mind of its own, focused on pumping every drop I could into my mate. I kinked my tail, rubbing his spot all the while I soaked in his heated cries.
