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“I do want to have a family with you,” I said, my heart racing and my womb squeezing at the mention of children. “But I’ve only just found you, found myself.”

Victor nodded in immediate understanding. “You don’t want to get pregnant during this heat.”

“No, I don’t,” I said, lowering my head like I was disappointing him.

I snapped my head up to face him a second later and said, “If that’s what you want, then I will submit to your wishes.”

Victor shook his head and stepped closer, cupping the side of my face.

“I want a family,” he said. “I don’t know anything about children. I’ve never been around them. But I know in my soulthat we will have a family.” He stroked my cheek with his thumb. “But you’re right. Not now, not yet. I want to enjoy my slave for a while, maybe a couple of years, before we bring children into this family.”

I blew out a breath in relief. “Thank you,” I said. “Not every alpha would see things the same way.”

Victor smiled, joy and love and hunger in his eyes. “Not every alpha is a selfish, sadistic master who wants to see his slave choking on his cock and covered with his cum, his hole stretched out from his fist instead of a baby.”

I shivered all over. It was considered particularly shocking and demeaning, but secretly incredibly intimate, for an alpha to pleasure his omega with his fist. I wanted it so badly that a whimper escaped from me.

But as much as I wanted the physical pleasure and pain of my master using me, I wanted the intimacy and interconnectedness of my wonderful, strong, powerful alpha taking me through heat even more.

“Now, enough talking. I want to fuck you into oblivion,” Victor growled. “Your scent alone already has my balls so filled with cum that I could drench you in it.”

“Yes, please, Master,” I panted, not even trying to stop the flood of slick that spilled down my thighs. I produced so much of it when I was in heat that, in the past, I’d been embarrassed.

I wouldn’t be embarrassed now. It was all for Victor.

“Undress me, boy,” Victor commanded me.

“Yes, Master.”

I went to work immediately, peeling off his suit jacket, then taking his tie, then his shirt. I loved how Victor just let me get on with it, neither trying to help nor impeding me in any way. He breathed deeply the whole time, his pupils wide as my heat affected him. Any omega’s heat affected whatever alphamanaged to catch their scent, but most alphas were gentlemen about ignoring the low-level impulse to mate.

When the omega was naked and touching them, like I was with Victor, and especially when the pair was bonded, it was nearly impossible for the alpha to resist. Evidence of that was the fact that Victor’s cock was already rigid and straining to break free by the time I knelt in front of him to remove his trousers. More than that, his balls had distended slightly as his body quickly produced more seed in anticipation of knotting and breeding me.

I moaned with need as I pushed his trousers and underwear down to his ankles. I wanted everything I could see and smell and touch in front of me.

“Kiss them,” Victor said as he kicked his trousers and shoes aside, then assumed a wider stance. “I know you want them.”

“Yes, Master,” I said, then immediately leaned in to kiss his heavy balls.

That niggling sense that it was humiliating for an alpha to order me to kiss and worship his balls as I started to really suffer with the heat-need to be taken flared at the back of my mind as I rained soft, reverent kisses over both his balls. But that humiliation added spice to the hot, pulsing need within me.

“Suck them,” Victor ordered with a low growl.

I obeyed, pulling one ball into my mouth first and sucking. It was so large it nearly filled my entire mouth. When I switched to the other one, Victor let out a satisfied groan and brushed a hand through my hair.

“Good boy,” he said. “You exist to serve those balls. You’re nothing but a vessel for them to empty in. Show them you understand.”

The tender emotion I felt through our bond was so much stronger than the degradation of those words, but I loved the humble feeling the words gave me. I switched back to suckingon his other ball, feeling it grow and tense in my mouth with the need to empty.

“Don’t ignore my cock, boy,” Victor said. He tightened his fist in my hair, then yanked my head back so he could shift slightly and feed me his huge, hard cock. “You’re hungry for it, like a good slave whore.”

I was right back into the play space we’d started in, only magnified by a thousand. His deliberate use of words meant to humiliate me felt so good in my core, making my hole gush as I knelt before him.

It felt so right as he pushed his cock deep as soon as the tip passed my lips. Just like it always did with me, heat all but obliterated my gag reflex. That meant Victor could push all the way into my throat, which he did with a surprised and pleasured groan, as I wept over how right and complete I felt with him using me.

“So precious,” Victor hissed as he grabbed my hair with his other hand, pumping desperately into my throat to the point of bruising it. “I want you too much.”

My head was starting to get swimmy from lack of oxygen when the first burst of cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed it eagerly, the visceral feeling of rightness, of a desperate thirst being quenched, filling me.

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