Page 33 of The Omega's Unexpected Bounty
He slipped out of me. “Don’t like it?” I teased.
“I do, more than I think you know, and that’s the problem.”
My tongue went around the tip while his hands, balled into fists and grew darker red with every second.
“What a problem, to have.”
His fingers dug into my hair just short of overwhelming pain. “I want my first time with you…”
He didn’t have to say anything. Volardi men had enough stamina to shoot down my throat and then take me from behind. They say mates are powerless against each other. Not something that could apply to us, but I still had the Omega need to please him. Technically this wasn’t our first time, but I didn’t feel like arguing. The throbs in my ass were calling, if not shouting for attention.
If he wanted to shoot, really shoot, back there… well, what was the harm? Tiny’s birth control implant was active, and I’d finally know what being taken there felt like.
He already smelled the sugary smell of my arousal and scented answer, but I nodded still. I gave one playful lick while his eyes closed in concentration.
“I need a moment, so I don’t…”
‘Spurt’ I finished in my mind. There was something to this Omega power I had over him. Like with the ‘Boot and Hand’ I couldn’t go overboard in either direction.
After a few seconds, he spoke. “On your back or stomach?”
My response was fast. “Back.” I could have added ‘because I want to see you.’ and maybe I should have. Either way it was implied, or my smell told him. No matter the reason, it made him smile.
I stared up and thought about the situation I swore I would never be in. Me on the floor while a tall, purple-eyed Volardi stood over me with a hard cock. In those nightmares, I was helpless, but that wasn’t the case here. Physically I wasn’t restrained, but mentally I couldn’t escape. Inner muscles clenched while I imagined himinme.
Graden’s fingers went over his shiny cock still reflective with my spittle and his pre-cum. Thanks to the overhead lights, it shone as if lit with power.Makes sense considering his race, sex, and royalty.
So many emotions flew through me, but one stood out; relaxed but nervous. This situation was from fantasies and nightmares. I could never give myself like other Omegas and Femeni. Thanks to Tiny’s well… tiny nanites, I could fuck without worry. At most I’ll get a sore ass in the morning.Oh, there’s a thought.
Something unreadable flashed over his face, and I presume my jumbled thoughts threw off my scent.Concentrate on something else.
I beckoned him closer with my right hand. He leaned over me quickly while our manhood ground into each other. After several seconds of rubbing our sweat against each other, he kissed me slowly on the lips and then playfully bit the lower part. I returned the favor.
“Ready?” asked Graden. “Normally I would make you sweat first, but we’ve done that.”
I nodded my head, and I noticed he didn’t ask ‘Are you sure?’ That much was obvious and no matter what, this would happen. Either now or a few minutes later.Now. Definitely.
On another day, I would’ve taken it slower. After waiting for years, my patience was gone, or he overwhelmed my defenses.
I shifted my legs wider while he gave me lingering kisses and licks down my chest muscles. His trip was slow, but the tongue was fast between my muscle grooves, and nipples. Down he traveled along my stomach kissing my abdominals before he breathed warm air over my cock. It was only a moment’s hesitation, and I heard most Soturi men don’t do that. Going down on another guy was something for their other sexes in their mind. A small kiss took me out of my wonder, and I mouthed a ‘wow’ as he kissed along my shaft. Full, warm lips went over my slick end, and I jerked hard when he kissed harder. I don’t think he had prior experience, but he was better than I thought he’d be. Instinct, common sense or a connection? I didn’t know, but I was grateful.
My lips twisted into a tight grin, there were so many choices on what we could do, but I only wanted one thing. Graden deep inside my channel.
Either common sense or my scent gave him the ‘hurry up’ message. His shaky hands grabbed my ankles and set them gently on his broad shoulders. Then he lifted me higher, and my eyebrows rose as my ass was inches from his face. There was onlyonereason for him to do that.Is he?
Most Volardi have implants to take care of language translation, health checking, andbiologicalnecessities. I got one for practicality – didn’t want someone to shoot me out in the desert while I was indisposed. My implant took care of everything for other reasons. Now it kept me clean while Graden’s tongue thrust deep into my ass. My moans rose in pitch while he licked my salty sweet musk.
Deeper his face drove between my cheeks as if starving while he kissed and sucked. Up and down, in deep, inside there was no part of my valley not covered with his spittle and my own warm natural lubricant.
He was removing my slick, and I hoped I would have enough to take in his larger than average cock. Although with all the spittle he left, I’m sure there was more than enough. Thoughts came, twisted, then disappeared while I concentrated on the moment. I balled my hands into fists and thumped them against the foam floor.
If I were outside, I would’ve dug my fingers into the ground, and I suspect with more time I would’ve done the same to the mats.
I moaned low while my head rocked back and forth. What started off as ‘nice’ segued into overwhelming and then into torturous pleasure. I thought nothing could feel too good and yet it was. With practice, I could endure this agonizing bliss, but now I was new to it.
With shaky vision, I looked down and saw my cock throbbed out painfully dark. On any other day, I would’ve spurted already and landed thick dollops of my arousal on his chest.
I didn’t intend to speak, but I said it anyway. “Fuck me, Graden.” He stopped in mid-lick, kissed me deeper inside, and kept one finger in my ass. Back and forth and around he moved while his face glistened with my channel’s juices. I bit my lip. He was so raw, primal even filthy and yet I loved that look on him. His face covered with my lubricant, proving the Omega had power.
