Page 11 of Ruined By His Alpha King
“You can suck my cock all night, omega, but I won’t come down your throat. You’re too inexperienced. Perhaps in time, with the proper training.” Stamel held on to Seidrik’s horn to keep him from going down on him again. “But I will make you bring me off. I will have my cum inside you.”
Seidrik didn’t have time to react before Stamel stood, holding on to his horn to draw him up. Rough hands fought the ties of Seidrik’s trousers and pushed his undergarments down before grasping his leaking cock. “What are you—”
“I told you I’d punish you. I’d take something so very valuable away from you.” Stamel drew Seidrik up to him to whisper over his ear. He nipped gently before kissing right behind his lobe. Magic flowed through his lips, and he whispered a spell. The words made Seidrik dizzy. Healing magic. And as he registered the meaning, Stamel spun him, bringing his bare cock to Seidrik’s backside.
“Oh goddess. Stamel… I don’t… Wait. I’m not ready for th—” Seidrik groaned as a finger traced his backside, dragging through his ample slick with a sound that appeared louder than their own voices. So lewd that it could be unmistakable for what it was. “Someone will hear.”
“This is my wing. Nobody is here at this hour, so keep your voice down,” Stamel said, prodding a blunt fingertip against Seidrik’s entrance. “Tell me you don’t want my fat cock buried in you like my finger.”
Seidrik couldn’t. He could only whimper and tense, choking as Stamel pushed that blunt digit deep, a single stinging thrust that sent every nerve in his body alight. Only a single finger. It rocked in and out of him, pleasurable in its own right, but not fulfilling. “I c-can’t say that.”
“If you cannot say it, then you must want it.” Stamel withdrew his finger and pushed again, this time the sting and stretch amplified. Two fingers? It made Seidrik’s knees weak until the pads of them brushed over some unknown spot that made his belly flutter and cock jerk.
“It won’t f-fit.” Seidrik groaned, the cry primal and broken. Too soon, another finger joined, and the breath punched free of him in a choking gasp.
“It will. I promise you it will. It will fit in you like you were made to hold it. I will leave a hollow in you after I am done that only my cock could ever fill. Find any other dick you want, omega, but it won’t scratch the itch in you. Mine is what you’ll crave.” Those three fingers of Stamel’s rocked in and out, punishing that spot.
“Why?” The only thing Seidrik could think to ask. Why would Stamel do that to him? Why did he want to? There were a thousand other omegas willing to take his cock.
“Because it’s fun to watch you panic. I like how you convince yourself you don’t want it. That you aren’t what you are. I see your true nature, and I want to make you fight it.” Stamel withdrew his fingers andpushed Seidrik toward a door in his chambers. He stumbled, thinking it led to a garderobe but choked when he saw the dark, expansive bedroom, one clearly not meant for a guest.
“But I don’t want i—I don’t want to want it.” Seidrik almost sobbed.
“But you do. And I’m here to give it to you.” Stamel guided him toward the four-poster bed, roughly bending him over the footboard as cooling slick trailed his inner thighs.
With the curtains drawn, Seidrik couldn’t see much, but that changed in a near instant with the spit of a spell and a gesture of his hand. Candles around the room flickered to life with a flame as red as stormy skies. “Bend.”
Seidrik did so, forcing his forebody over the lathed rail. Stamel dropped his trousers to the floor and brought his knee up between Seidrik’s legs. The hair of it brushed and tickled him as he roughly bumped Seidrik’s knees apart. “Is this the punishment?”
“My cock? A punishment?” Stamel laughed and drew his groin flush against Seidrik’s ass, grinding his cock along his wet crease. “Thisis your punishment.”
Seidrik flinched, confusion whiting his vision out for a second before Stamel drew a velvet bag across the bed, reached inside, and drew something out so fast he didn’t have time to react. “What is th—”
Seidrik couldn’t finish the question. Sensation made him cry out, a bleat of noise as Stamel slammed something—somethings against the top of his horns with a horrible clack against the remnants of them. Before he could finish the cry, a hand clamped over his mouth, muffling the sound as overwhelming emotion made his skin burn with want, his wings burst free of his tunic and spread in a papery rustle, throwing faceted candlelight around the room in their reflections. A wholeness he’d not felt in fifteen yearshit him as Stamel’s fingers slipped over his lips and teeth to pin his tongue. Hot breath danced over the digits, and drool pooled around them. “This is your punishment.”
Seidrik shook, almost wanting to sob as Stamel whispered in his ear. “And this is your reward.”
The blunt tip of something smooth and slick traced his crease and pushed forward with slow and gentle pressure. Seidrik tensed, whimpering over the fingers in his mouth.
“Shh, relax, and it won’t hurt. But if it does, it’ll only be at first.” Stamel pushed that blunt heat, the pressure opening Seidrik for a long yawning moment as he filled his insides inch by inch. And that time, it was Stamel who moaned, his pleasured groanbeautiful.
Stamel’s voice, rough and deep, moaned like song, a note that vibrated through his body for the entirety of the time it took him to bottom out, the plush flesh of his ass meshing against Stamel’s groin. “Shhh, there we go.”
Seidrik whimpered and coughed over the fingers as they slipped free of his mouth. “You’re so big. Are all alphas this big?”
Stamel laughed and rolled his hips, adjusting his girth in Seidrik’s depths, drawing out complex sensations. “Some are. Some aren’t. I don’t make a habit of measuring other alphas’ cocks.”
Seidrik choked as Stamel drew back and pushed in with a gentle motion, testing the waters, so to speak, as wet, sticky noises reminded him of what was going on as much as the burn and utter pleasure shaking his core. “So full… I feel your pulse. It burns in a good way.”
“Good. Concentrate on how your insides feel, not your ass but beyond that. This spot here.” Stamel rocked his hip to glance the head of his cock over aspot that made Seidrik choke and claw at the covers. “Focus there. Your little ass is so tight that I might come in moments. So, you need to relish it and come first.”
Seidrik had been largely unaware that omegas were supposed to come, the process of it rather unnecessary for conception, but he so very dearly wanted to. Thick hands braced his hips, drawing him back and forth with a slow, but increasing pace.
“That’s it, omega. Your ass is so greedy for me. Never had a cock in your life and you’re already addicted.” Stamel thrusted his hips and made Seidrik sob into the blanket with a shaken cry of pleasure. All of it was too much. “Work your own ass over me. Keep that pace.”
Seidrik obediently shook his hips, bouncing back and forth as a hand cupped his mound before grabbing the length of him for a generous stroke. Another hand traveled up his belly, fingers circling his navel with a tingle of magic. Farther, the hand rose, and two fingers pinched over one of Seidrik’s oversensitive nipples.
And that was it. Seidrik was done for. He’d become a slave to a cock he’d so recently felt. His body moved for it, hungrily bouncing against it as strong hands abused his nipple and stroked his cock. The pleasure mounted and magic vibrated through him. His wings flickered, shadows dancing, and above it all, he watched a show of shadows that portrayed the great sweep of dragon’s horns of Stamel’s atop his regal head, and thrown aside, from the angle, the shape of delicate sun elk horns laying back against Seidrik’s head, the position that dictated a submissive nature.
