My purr shifts to a growl as she frees my aching shaft.
She gasps as she frees me, eyes widening and lips parting on a little ‘O’. Her small hands are unable to fully close around my girth. I’m sure she’s about to balk or scream or both, but she leans forward, closes her eyes, and licks the leaking tip.
My eyes roll back—it’s all I can do to resist snatching her up. The sensation of her wet tongue gently lapping all around the sensitive tip brings instant tightness to my balls. The pleasure is maddening—I want desperately to fist her pretty hair and plug her throat until she chokes.
I don’t. Instead, I steel myself for this tentative torment, watching her sweet face turn to rapture as she laps my leaking seed.
“Good girl,” I encourage, stroking her hair as she tastes me.
Greedy now, she sucks me deeper, pretty cheeks hollowing and flushing as my essence is drawn into her belly. My cock spits near constantly, giving her body what is needed to see her fully embrace her heat.
She sucks me deeper still, choking herself in her enthusiasm for my cock and cum.
I’m an Alpha about to claim my one and only mate, and a deep-rooted imperative demands I do so thoroughly, despite the circumstance.
The vision of her small mouth stretched around my fat cock head is intensely captivating, her enthusiasm equally so.
While I allow her to dictate our coupling so far, she must learn all sides of me.
That I can be a gentle and patient lover.
But that I’m an Alpha first and foremost, and that I will always know what she needs.
Her hooded eyes widen as I take her glorious hair as a leash. She hums around my cock, and my lips tug up in a smirk of pure masculine joy. Were she a Beta sensing my nefarious intentions, she would be quaking in terror. But Rosa is an Omega, sent by the Goddess herself to slake an Alpha’s lust. Now, she is mine and only mine, and she’ll embrace every debauch game I play and beg me for more.
“Do you understand that when an Alpha claims his mate, he must take her in every way?” I force my cock deeper as I speak, growling with pleasure as her throat closes around it. “That he will mark his mate all over her pretty body?” I begin to fuck her pretty mouth harder, driving my length into her tight throat with each thrust.
Her small hands cling to my hips, and her eyes boldly meet mine. Her heat has taken her swiftly, animal instincts taking over human intellect. “Swallow around me, love, and you will be able to take more.” Goddess save me, she does, and I grit my teeth to hold back the boiling storm rising in my balls. Her wet tongue laves me with every passage of my cock, small hands clenching, trying to take me deeper still.
Spit and pre-cum soon leak over her chin, tears stream from her eyes, but she is a greedy Omega, already subject to the haze of heat, and she needs to be taken roughly.
She hums. Nails raking my hip. I feel the tingle in the base of my spine. The heady rush as my cum ejaculates down her tight throat weakens my legs and sets my whole body shaking. She chokes, gasps, swallows, and chokes again. I try to ease from her tightness, but her small hands clutch as she sucks upon her treat, forcing me to pinch her cheeks before she frees me.
She growls at being denied. I give her a shake, utterly beguiled as I hold the little feral kitten from her prize lest she hurt herself. But my cock is still spilling cum, and I retain possession of rationale by the slimmest of threads.
Then sanity leaves me, for she licks her lips and swipes fingers over her sticky chin before stuffing them into her mouth.
Rosalind
My body is on fire, and my intellect is focused on the powerful male who stands over me. His scent fills my nose and lungs, and his taste makes my mouth water. I’ve dreamt of his face, his hands, and of his muscular body moving over mine, although I’ve tried hard to forget it.
It’s inevitable that we should be here.
“I want more,” I demand as I stare up at him from where I kneel at his feet.
I spare only the briefest glance toward his face for my interest is all on the thick ruddy cock jutting proudly from a nest of dark curls. My pussy clenches as I note the faint swelling near the base where the skin is a darker crimson color.
His knot.
Deep inside, I throb with need, slick with my arousal so that it might ease his possession. My lips are sore, and my throat aches, but were he not fisting my hair, I would fall greedily upon him all over again.
I growl my displeasure. Aramis roars back, a menacing sound that makes my body tremble and my pussy weep.
His lips tug up at the corners in a smile that promises wickedness of the highest order. “Don’t worry, Princess. I will see you well rutted through your heat.” He shakes me again, but it only makes me groan.
Fist in my hair, he takes me down onto the loamy forest floor. My dress is thrust up, and his thick fingers penetrate my core.
“Goddess, yes!”
My legs fall apart, hips lifting as I strain to get more.
“I’m not sure you’re ready,” he says with maddening calm. His other hand grips the neckline of my dress and tugs it down until my small breasts bounce free. With a dark smile upon his lips, he leans down and takes the tight nipple and half my breast into the warm cavern of his mouth.
And sucks.
My back rises off the ground, my pussy clenches over the thrusting fingers that slam in and out wetly.
I’m lost. The pleasure is like a golden thread pulling with each rhythmic suck and wet thrust until I shatter into blissful contractions and a scream. He doesn’t stop, keeps thrusting and twisting his thick fingers into my greedy pussy, while white-hot pleasure shoots from my breast to my groin. My hips undulate as I thrash upon the floor. My pussy gushes over his hand, but I still want more.
His lips pop off, and he moves attention to the other breast, marking sharp love-bites over the plump mound before taking the needy nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. My fingers bury in his hair; my nails rake his scalp.
It’s then that the terrible cramping claims me once again.
I’m on fire.
I’m burning from the inside out.
His head lifts, silver-grey eyes holding mine. I want to curl into a ball and hide, but he takes my wrists, pinning them within a single hand, high above my head.
“Good girl,” he says, fingers scissoring inside me, stretching me. “Give yourself over to your heat.”
The cramping is all-consuming. I’m sure I’m about to die, here on this filthy forest floor.
As swiftly as the cramps arrive, they leave, and I pant in the aftermath. “Please,” I beg. “I need more.”
His smile is pure calculation as whatever control holds him, snaps. Strong hands grasp the neck of my pale blue ballgown. He rips. Material tears in a violent rush, and tiny pearl buttons pop and scatter across the forest floor. He takes a fresh handful and tugs, again and again, stripping dress, petticoats, stockings, and boots from me.
Several long strips are torn from one of the petticoats, and a rough bed of sorts is made with the remainder of my ruined dress and underthings—I’m tossed to the middle, wrists soon bound and impaled to the ground with his dagger.
I fight with all my small strength, but each ankle is similarly bound, spreading me wide, knees bent open like a lewd sacrifice upon the ground. The ache inside me is growing, a terrible emptiness that must find relief.
The last of his clothes are stripped away as I lay panting upon the ground, half-delirious, desperate, and needy for the thick cock hanging between his legs. My stomach ripples in echoes of pleasure, my pussy feels open and slick. I test the bonds as I watch the resplendent Alpha prowl before me, delighted when I find escape impossible. He rolls his shoulders as he stalks back toward me, thick muscles bunching and rippling.