Page 35 of Nanny Omega

“Ersa? What are you doing here?” Master Quin’s rumbled.

“I…” Ersa trailed off. For a fleeting moment, his courage wavered, but he forced his feet to move, crossing the room with determination. As he approached the bed, his fingers trembled slightly, but he didn’t stop. One by one, his clothes fell away, the cool air brushing over his skin, making his pulse thunder louder in his ears. The room felt charged, thick with tension, and when a soft, startled gasp broke the silence, he knew Master Quin was watching him.

“Ersa?” The alpha’s voice was rough, strained—a mix of shock and something else that sent a shiver down Ersa’s spine.

“What?” he asked, his voice steady despite the storm inside him.

“What are you doing here?” Master Quin’s words were tight, as though forced through gritted teeth.

Ersa met his gaze and sat on the bed. Curiosity guiding his every movement, he reached out and ran his fingers between the fantasy hole’s plump cheeks, coming to where Master Quin’s cock stretched the silicone hole. “Hicks said you needed a service omega. I want to help you,” Ersa said softly as his finger slid over Master Quin’s cock, sliding along the heated skin, gauging the give and resistance of the pleasuring bot. Every slow press and gentle sweep told him exactly how much room there wasn’t; the silicone hole was stretched to full capacity. He knew the alpha was thick when he had felt him inside him, but seeing it sent a sharp, electric tingle racing through his body. The sensation coiled low in his belly, a mix of anticipation and wonder, making his hole pulse hungrily.

“Do I look like this when you fuck me?” he asked innocently as he slowly pulled the pleasuring bot off Master Quin’s cock. A thin, glistening string of lubricant stretched between the thick cock and the gaping hole of the pleasuring bot before it finally snapped, leaving a faint sheen behind.

“Fuck.” Master Quin visibly clenched his jaw as his hips rocked uncontrollably. “Are you here to torture me?”

“No. I told you. I’m here to help you with your heat.”

“You shouldn’t,” Master Quin whispered, his hands fisting the sheets as though trying to resist the pull between them. “You’re Benjn’s nanny. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Why not?” Ersa challenged. “You did the same for me. What’s different now?”

Master Quin’s eyes darkened, turning fierce. “If you’re here to help, suck my cock.”

Even as he laid down the challenge, Ersa could see the strain of anticipation etched into his face. His powerful thighs quivered, tension rippling through them, while his fingers curled tight around the sheets, knuckles whitening with the effort to stay in control.

Bending down, Ersa snatched up his discarded shirt and wiped away the glistening trail of lubricant before he sank gracefully to his knees on the cool floor. With a quiet, wordless gesture, he motioned for Master Quin to sit at the edge of the bed and let his legs fall to the floor. The anticipation thrummed between them, electric and heavy. As Ersa slid between his thighs, desire roared through him like a wildfire, scorching and consuming, so fierce it made his hands tremble as they reached out and grasped the thick cock. He opened his mouth and softly sucked on the smooth head. His tongue swirled slowly, savoring the rich, intoxicating flavor that burst across his taste buds. Every stroke was deliberate, drawing out the experience as the heady taste coated his mouth, making him crave more. He moaned, opening his mouth wider to suck him deeper into his mouth.

“Fuck,” Master Quin groaned, pulling him up to his feet.

“What? I thought you wanted…”

“I would rather have your ass,” he growled as he dragged Ersa down onto the bed with a strength that should have been frightening, but instead, it stole his breath away. The bite of his claws along Ersa’s skin sent shivering, electric sensations down his spine, making his body arch instinctively toward the heat of the alpha. Ersa slid his thighs wide as Master Quin’s cock nudged his hole. “And the fantasy hole looks and feels nothing like you. You look amazing with my cock stretching you wide, and you feel so good. I can’t get enough,” he rumbled as he slowly sank his cock deeper into Ersa’s hole. Once he was all the way in, he lifted to his elbows and stared down at him. “I’m going to fuck you hard and for as long as I want.” As if to demonstrate, he pulled out and slammed back in again, causing the bed to rock.

“Oh shit… ahh… uhh… fuck,” Ersa groaned, pleasure flooding his veins.

“Are you sure you want to be here?”

“I’m sure,” Ersa cried, wrapping his thighs around him.

The moment Master Quin began to move, everything unraveled. Ersa clung to him, his fingers digging into sweat-slicked skin as the world blurred around them. The alpha was relentless, fierce and untamed, driving him to the edge again and again. Ersa lost track of how many times he came, how many times Master Quin withdrew only to shift him effortlessly, arranging his pliant body into whatever position suited his desire.

A broken whimper spilled from his lips, muffled by the pillow, as another orgasm surged through him, a tidal wave so powerful it left him trembling and weak. The room spun, his vision dimming at the edges, the pleasure so overwhelming it knocked him out.

When Ersa finally came to, the room was dark, the air heavy with the intoxicating scent of sweat and sex. His body ached in the most delicious way.

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“Ersa, are you awake?” Master Quin’s voice rumbled in his ear.

Ersa cast a glance over his shoulder, his eyes locking onto Master Quin’s glowing ones. Entranced, he reached out and ran his fingers over the alpha’s brow, the motion slow and thoughtful as if he was trying to unravel the mystery.

“Are you okay?” His voice was soft, but the concern in it was unmistakable, dimming the fierce glow in his eyes. His gaze roamed over Ersa, searching for any sign of discomfort.

Ersa’s lips curved into a gentle smile, his body still humming with satisfaction. “I’m more than fine,” he murmured. A soft flush painted his skin, and the lingering ache was a sweet reminder of everything they’d shared. “Did you know your eyes glow in the dark?” he asked, not wanting to focus on what he’d done.

“Yes. I’m an aggressive alpha,” Master Quin simply said, as if that was explanation enough.

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