Page 25 of Stray Omega

“She’s a tight one, isn’t she?” Ark growled.

“Mm-hm,” Leros mumbled against her clitoris, and the vibrations of his voice set off even more convulsions of pleasure in the omega’s body.

Source she was so sensitive.

With his finger now fully inside her, Leros started to explore, twisting and turning his digit this way and that to feel of her soft, slippery inner tissues.

“Try stroking her like this,” Ark said.

Keeping his mouth latched to the omega’s nub, Leros cocked his eyes upward to see what Ark was trying to show him. The pack leader was flexing and curling his finger in a beckoning gesture.

Leros gave that maneuver a try, stroking his fingertip along the front wall of the omega’s wet tunnel, which elicited even more high-pitched moans.

Oh, she liked that.

“Good,” Ark said, watching the proceedings like a stern teacher. “Now, you want to find the omega’s sensitive spot. It’s like a very soft lump on the front wall of her channel. Do you feel it?”

Leros searched for the lump that Ark was talking about, but he couldn’t find it. The omega’s interior felt uniformly and exquisitely smooth.

“Uh-uh,” Leros answered and shook his head while still sucking and licking the omega’s clitoris.

“Just keep stroking her; you’ll find it sooner or later.”

Leros hoped it was sooner. He couldn’t take much more of this. The scent and flavor of the omega was invading every fiber of his being, and his cock was so stiff it felt like it would break off it he so much as touched it.

Suddenly the omega bucked and moaned even more loudly, and Leros thought he had made her come. Then he heard Orwen’s loud grunts, and he realized what was really going on.

The older alpha was pumping his load into the omega’s mouth.

Leros watched as the omega drew her lips off his pack brother’s cock. She gasped wildly for air while the excess seed bubbled and drooled from the corner of her mouth. Orwen shot a few final ropes across her face and neck. Then the older alpha collapsed on his back, spent and panting.

“Focus, boy! Focus!” Ark growled.

Leros turned his attention back to his task. He sucked and licked and fingered the omega’s cunt with an almost angry intensity.

Suddenly he felt it.

Leros was not sure whether it was Orwen’s seed that had done it, or his own diligent ministrations—or a combination of both, perhaps—but now the inner lining of the omega’s channel was starting to change. Her canal was engorging with arousal, swelling even tighter around Leros’s finger, and her silky inner membrane was taking on a corrugated texture.

And there, on her front wall, just behind her hard nubbin, Leros felt the bump that Ark had told him about before.

At last, he had discovered the omega’s special spot.

With a bit of effort, Leros managed to squeeze another finger into that swollen canal, and he stroked that subtle lump with a rough digging motion. The omega yowled and bridged her back, hips shuddering as Leros dominated her with his mouth and fingers.

This was really happening. The omega was going to come, and it was his doing.

“Keep it up,” Ark encouraged him. “She’s almost there, boy! She’s almost there!”

Suddenly the omega let out a high keening sound which was amplified by the acoustics of the cavern. Her body convulsed so violently that it startled Leros. Her thighs clamped shockingly tight around his head, then relaxed.

For a moment, Leros thought he had hurt her.

Then he felt and smelled and tasted the hot fluid spurting from her hole.

This fluid was different from her arousal fluid. It was thick and creamy, almost like alpha seed, but somehow different. This stuff was sweet—intensely sweet—and it sent a rush of fire coursing through Leros’s veins.

He could hold back no longer.

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