Page 27 of The King's Omega
I bit my cheek to keep from laughing. Vilkurn would go to the lowest depths of the Goddess’s hell for that lie. Although if there was any woman he would abstain from his favorite sexual pastimes for, it was this one. And none of his lovers had ever complained, to be sure. In fact, most had only truly wept when he bid them farewell.
I purred softly as I made this promise, “If I spank you, my flower, you will enjoy it as much as I. More, even.”
Her eyes dropped to the floor, and I let my hand slide back to her neck, circling it gently, before loosening my fingers. “I want you, lass, but I’ve never forced a female, and I won’t start now.”
“You won’t?” She gazed into my face. “No. You wouldn’t. So… it’s a game, like when Vilkurn pretend-tortured me?” Her scent bloomed as she spoke.
“A delightful game, little one.”
She exhaled softly, and I relaxed. “I’ve never played like this.”
“Not once?” I couldn’t believe she’d maintained any innocence growing up where she did.
Her button nose wrinkled. “No. My friends never let me watch them working. Nell put covers on the keyholes.” She fidgeted, like she wasn’t telling the whole truth. She had seen some interesting things somewhere, then. “I heard things through the doors but it’s not the same.”
“Your choice of punishment today. A spanking, or…” I unbuttoned my trousers as she watched, transfixed. I pulled my cock free and ran a finger over the wetness already glistening at the head, moving it around, spreading the flavor for her. “What will it be, lass?”
Her pink tongue crept out as she stared at the swollen purple head. Her gaze alone was better than some cunts I’d entered. The way she licked her lip, then chewed at it like she was trying to resist a sweet, almost brought my release. Shocked at my loss of control, I gripped the base of my cock roughly to stop the sensations. “Decide,” I bit out.
She sat up on her knees, her head still bowed, and murmured, “I’ll sample you, my lord. B-but I’ve never done this, so I don’t want to hurt you.”
I barked a laugh. She was hurting me more with her hesitation. “Stop delaying, darling. Lick it, suck it, do anything but bite, and I’ll enjoy it.”
“Y-yes, my lord.” She shifted again, smoothing the nightshirt. I placed my hand on her shoulder, allowing her freedom to explore.
And explore she did. She reached with a trembling hand to stroke the length. I let my trousers fall, and she cupped my balls, allowing her hands to slide up, fingers so soft. Too soft. “Harder, lass. You won’t hurt me.”
She glanced quickly at my face but swayed forward, those lips moving closer, her hand squeezing tighter around me. I was big, and her fingers couldn’t quite meet. I wasn’t sure her tiny mouth would even stretch wide enough to take more than the head, but she wet her lips, parted them, and took in as much as she could.
And popped right back off. “Oh!”
“What?” My balls ached.By the Goddess’s tits, don’t let the lass change her mind now.“It tastes so good,” she said, running her fingers over her mouth, then licking her fingertips. “Like cinnamon rolls. I need more.” She dove back down, her tongue moving eagerly over the head and down the sides, like she was licking a sugar lolly that dripped syrup.
Goddess, if I wasn’t careful, I would be dripping a very different kind of syrup in seconds. The heat of her mouth stripped away my control, sent lightning bolts of white fire throughout my body. Her scent rose around me, and my mind went hazy, drugged.
She had to be an Omega because her tongue was made of magic.
My knees wobbled, and I locked them to keep from falling. I had felt nothing as intense, as visceral, as this, in all my years. What was this little virgin doing? Her movements were untutored, her rhythm nonexistent, but every touch was perfection. The lapping of her tongue on my head caused my arousal to grow larger by the second, a deep red tinting the whole thing.
At the base, my knot swelled, filling with my seed. Her eyes flew to mine, and she mumbled a question, although she never stopped sucking. “By the stars, you’re a greedy thing, aren’t you?” I breathed. “You’re sucking down that cock like it’s your last meal. You want more, don’t you?” She moaned and my balls quivered, threatening to end this moment. I squeezed the base of my cock even tighter behind the knot. “This is my Alpha’s knot, precious one. It’s full of my seed, and when I choose, I’m going to feed it to you. I’m going to fuck into that little, perfect mouth so hard you’ll choke. And then I’m going to come down your throat again and again. I’ll fill you with so much of my come, your tiny belly will poke out beneath your corset. You’ll ache, and the come inside you will loosen your little cunt.”
I gritted my teeth as my own words threatened to pull me over the edge. The picture I had painted of her swelling with my cream gave me a sick satisfaction. I needed to see it come true more than I needed my next breath. For an instant, the picture that flickered through my mind was her filled up with more than my seed—filled with my child—but I shook it away.
Maybe she was some sort of drug, this sweetly scented flower. Whatever she was, I was addicted. What if this were the only time I had her mouth on me, her hands? What if Rigol stole her from me? I growled at the thought.
Maybe I would be the one to poison the idiot. I growled again.
She started to pull off, but I pressed my hands to the back of her head, just behind her ears. “No, this is a punishment, darling. You don’t get to decide when it’s over.”
She looked up, her eyes full of desire, and then her hands reached around to grab my ass, pulling me even deeper into her mouth. “Open wider, that’s it. Relax your throat.” She obeyed, closing her eyes a bit. “Good girl. Now you just stay open and breathe through your nose. I’m going to punish that naughty mouth for saying such treasonous things. I’m going to fill it with my hot seed and teach it a lesson.”
She moaned, lost in the shameful thought, and I began thrusting, taking her mouth roughly. She whimpered and squirmed, but her hands held me fast in an almost desperate grip. I reveled in the feeling of her throat opening around me. My knot, which battered her lips at the end of every thrust, was so engorged now it was monstrous.
Someday, I would force that swollen knot into her dainty cunt and fuck her until she screamed. I would lock inside her tight walls and bathe the insides of her with my cream for hours as she writhed on it, unable to withdraw.
The thought of that, of her taking my knot, was my undoing. I squeezed the swollen gland as I came, forcing jet after jet of my seed into her mouth and down her throat. Her eyes were wide and wild as she swallowed over and over. I watched my release spill from the edges of her mouth and drip down her neck. “Keep drinking, darling. I want to see your little belly distended. I want you to be so full of my seed you can’t eat or drink all day.”
Her limbs were quivering and boneless as I held her up, still battering her throat with my cock spurting inside her. When I emptied at last, I carried her to the bed and ripped the nightshirt in two, exposing her petite breasts. “Axe marked you here, didn’t he? I smelled him on you.” She didn’t answer and her teeth chattered, as if she were lying in a snowdrift. But her body was red and flushed. I rubbed the streams of come that had dribbled from her mouth over her chest, marking her as she moaned.
