Page 59 of Primal Claim

He considered denying her even that, but he’d been so taken aback by her wantonness, he decided to encourage it. He wanted her to eventually get to a point where she was obsessed with his cock, with pleasing it, worshiping it, with doing all she could to serve it—and his pleasure—with the faint, but real hope that occasionally he might grant her pleasure in return. Urging her to debase herself in this way was the first step of that long, sweet journey for Chastity.

“Harder!” He smacked her ass, the soft flesh bouncing and jiggling under the harsh blow. “Fuck it harder, girl. If you do a good job I might touch that little clit for you.”

For another minute, he watched, entranced as her asshole swallowed his entire shaft over and over again, the scent of her dripping cunt now so strong it was thick on the air. She was panting and moaning as her desperation grew with every second, impaling herself in such a degrading way.

“Please, sir! Please touch it. I’m so close!Please!”

Taking mercy on her, he reached under her, finding that hard, swollen clit—engorged even larger now—and frictioned it firmly with his fingertips, enough that it was likely a combination of pleasure and pain. She cried out again, but if anything, her hips pumped even more frantically as he touched her, working that bud round and round, pinching it gently until she moaned loudly.

He growled the words over her as he rubbed that clit still more, her ass pumping up and down his erection feverishly. “I’m being kind, Omega. There will be a time—and soon—when I’ll fuck your ass, and either you come just from that, or you don’t come at all. Do you hear me? I’ll teach you, show you what you really are. What your tight ass was meant to do when serving your Alpha’s cock.” He finished with a final, hard rub of her martyred clit. “Come now, slut. Come on my cock!”

Her groan spiraled higher and higher until she froze, quivering against him, her voice seemingly caught in her throat. Then she threw her head back with a loud cry, her asshole repeatedly clamping down upon him, her ass jerking back against his hips, as if she meant to get him still deeper inside her as she succumbed to her devastatingly powerful orgasm. For long seconds, she groaned, a soulful, almost forlorn sound, her entire body trembling, her thighs visibly shaking.

Then all the strength seemed to flow from her body and she sagged down upon the couch, her breaths shallow, desperate, her eyes closed, her mouth slack-jawed as she laid her cheek upon the cushions.

Withdrawing slowly from the delicious clutch of her still spasming bottom hole, he thrilled to the sight of copious amounts of his semen bubbling from her gaped open anus, a trail of the pearly seed dripping down her cleft, drowning her denied, bereft cunt in the product of her asshole’s painful arduous plundering by Adam’s cock.

But what happened next took him completely by surprise.

Chastity was weeping softly.

The sound seemed to break something within him in a way he didn’t understand at all, and the wave of protective, territorial concern erupting within him was overwhelming.

He took her in his arms, drawing her up and off the couch, and curling her against his chest. She whispered against his skin even through her tears. “Sir… sir… I’m… thank you… sir.”

The tension in his heart eased just the slightest then at those words.

She’s okay. It’s okay.

Wasting no time, he carried her into the bathroom, dropping her feet to the tiles, but keeping her tucked firmly against him as he drew a bath. Her tub was decently sized, but with his frame it would be tight.

He didn’t care though.

The water nice and hot, steam rising all about them, he stripped off, uncuffing her hands. She immediately cleaved herself to him, hugging him tight, her tears coming a little harder, as if the release of her limbs allowed her to unburden herself of still deeper emotional turmoil.

Slipping into the tub, Chastity wrapped about him, the water sloshing over the side. He sighed at the welcome submersion in the hot water. For a long while he simply held her that way, tight against his chest, her head tucked under his chin, loving the scent of her hair, juxtaposed against the soft, stirring sound of her muted sniffles, Chastity’s inchoate murmurs as her breathing slowed.

“Chastity,” he finally said, keeping his voice low, in case she’d fallen asleep. “Are you there?”

“Yes.”

He smiled at the soft, yielding note of her voice. His smile broadened at the little grind of her pubic mound against the side of his hip.

Good girl.

“This is only the beginning. You know this, yes?”

Her nod was almost imperceptible, her cheek still pressed to his chest. “I know.”

“You’re mine. My Omega.” Though the urge seemed to come upon him from a mysterious place, he didn’t fight it, pressing a long kiss to the sodden hair at the crown of her head. “I’m never letting you go. I’ve so much to show you, to teach you. You have no idea.”

“I know, sir.” She raised her head then, and though her eyes still streamed bright tear tracks, she gave him her own smile. “I… know it’s okay. That all of this… it will work out. Somehow.”

“How do you know that?” He wasn’t sure why he asked it, but he genuinely wanted to know.

“Because even though all this is… so scary. And confusing. Especially in my heat, right now, I don’t feel in control of… anything at all. But…”

He tucked her head back down under his chin, stroking her hair. “Tell me.”

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