Page 33 of The King's Omega
“Vil? Do you really think I’m some magical Omega creature who can help you win battles?” Vilkurn obscured my view of the girl but her voice and a faint perfume of peaches and honey drifted through the opening. “You really think I have to mate him to help the army? I don’t even like him.”
My eyes flew wide when realization struck. Vilkurn had shared our secrets with this girl? He was more closemouthed than any of us, which was fortunate because he knew more of our country’s secrets than anyone, including me.
“Yes, you are a magical creature, and I think he needs you. We all do.”
Their voices dropped too low to hear, but then I heard Vilkurn rasp, “Do you remember what the book said about how an Omega matures?”
A giggle ensued. “Um, yes. With lots and lots of… attention. I guess I don’t mind that part, as long as it’s you.”
Dishes clattered, a feminine voice mumbled a thank you, and a kitten meowed as it approached the viewing panel.
“What do you see there, Mischief?” The girl slipped past Vilkurn and halted in front of the panel.
It was the first time I’d seen her face without a layer of grime. Long dark lashes fringed wide, clear eyes, and with her hair pulled up, a riot of dark curls topped a heart-shaped face. Her mouth was small, pink, and dainty.
I had a sudden vision of those rosy lips surrounding my cock. My eyes drifted down to the tacky brown dress hanging over her scant curves. She still looked like a street urchin, not a woman. I could never think of her the way I did a real woman.
“Vilkurn, there’s a little window here, isn’t there?” Her lips twitched as she leaned forward. Axe moved in front of me, presumably to block her from seeing me. She whispered through the mesh. “I can smell you, Axe. Vilkurn said someone might be watching; I knew it would be you. Are you going to watch from the tunnels?” She hesitated, then said. “Oh! Tap once for yes, twice for no.”
Axe tapped once. The saucy minx whispered again. “Is there someone else there? One of your friends?”
Tap.
“I like it when you watch. If you decide to come in and touch, that’s fine, too. It’ll kinda be like yesterday, hmm? Hi, Lorn!” She chortled, and I glared at Axe, whose guilty gaze rested on my face.
I couldn’t speak, but he knew what I was thinking.
My eyes had adjusted to the dim light enough to see him sign. “I was guarding. Vilkurn was punishing her, and I was overcome. I couldn’t resist.”
I shook my head and scowled. Axe couldn’t resist touching a woman? As far as I knew, he’d never fucked one, and had shown no overwhelming desire to do so in all the years I’d known him. He’d explained that he was afraid of hurting the women. I’d made sure he had plenty of whores to help him in other ways, so he wasn’t totally without experience. But Axe could never be overcome; he was strong, both physically and morally. Much stronger than I had ever been.
He shook his head, disappointment clear on his features. “You don’t believe me. I have iron control, but I was fucking overcome, brother. You would have succumbed in an instant. You’ll see why I bound you soon enough.”
He stepped aside, revealing the scene taking place behind the panel.
Vilkurn was undressing the girl slowly while she faced me.Axe,I reminded myself. She was showing off for Axe.
As each piece of clothing fell, I realized she wasn’t boyish at all. Her curves were slight, but her tits were perfect, twin mounds tipped by cherry-red nipples that jutted proudly. A blush stole over her chest and spread as Vilkurn paced around her, tugging each piece of clothing free, commenting on how good she was being, and clearly saying that he wanted to see what Lorn had taught her that morning.
What in the Goddess’s name? Had all my generals been toying with the girl?
At his words, the lass stammered, “I-I’m not very good at it, Vil. I’ve only sucked the one.” A smile spread over her face. “But practice makes perfect.” She shimmied out of her underclothes, revealing an angelic pussy.
As Vilkurn stood by her side, his clothes on but his trousers open, cock in hand, I noticed the slight trickle of honey dripping down the inside of her thigh. The scent of her arousal assaulted me, and my cock grew instantly stiff. Next to me, Axe growled low and leaned toward the screen.
Her eyes on the screen—on Axe—the girl kneeled and took the tip of Vilkurn’s cock in her tiny mouth, spreading her lips as wide as she could. Then, grasping the length of him, she moved her head slowly up and down.
“Harder, little one,” Vilkurn ground out.
“Hmmm,” she hummed, taking him deeper, but not faster. Then she pulled away. “I wanted harder yesterday, and you made me wait. You said it was punishment. I think I should do the same.”
Vilkurn growled, but allowed her to set the pace, fists clenched by his sides. In a minute his knot was red and throbbing at the base of his cock, and mine was as well, trapped uncomfortably in my trousers. I shifted, and the chair creaked.
The wench winked at the screen. “Axe, I’m practicing for you. You’re so big that I need to learn how to do this right so I don’t choke. I want to fit you inside me.” Then she turned her head back to her task.
Next to me, Axe moaned. Or that might have been me.
Goddess’s tits watching this untutored virgin take Vilkurn in hand, watching her torture my master spy and flirt with my hidden brother, while the heady, thick floral scent of her arousal surrounded me, was punishment indeed.
