Page 77 of Alpha's Embrace
“Just a little longer, okay?”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
I chuckled. Did we still have enough sanity and control for humor? I loved it.
I took out my finger and poured more lube on my hand.
This time, I breached him with two fingers, going slowly, massaging as I went.
“Geo, that’s a lot. That feels so full.”
I was bigger than two fingers. He’d soon feel fuller.
“Patience.” I didn’t know if I said the word for myself or for him. For I was using all my will power to hold back from fucking him from one second to the next.
“I want you in me. Now,” he demanded.
Three fingers would stretch him well, but for a moment he’d be uncomfortable. I couldn’t bear it. I looked down at him, so hard, so flushed and willing. His cock bobbed against his stomach, dripping at the head.
Just as I introduced a third finger, I leaned down and with my free hand pulled his cock straight up and sucked the tip into my mouth.
Misha wailed. Opened. Thrust up and deeper into my mouth while impaling himself on my fingers.
I sucked him hard and he yelled my name.
With my middle finger, I searched and wiggled inside him until I found his prostate. In Omegas, their insides were lined with pleasure points all the way into the rectum and toward the mouth of the uterus. The inner chamber secreted natural lubrication, though often not enough. Even they needed external lube to help keep them slick and ready, especially for an Alpha in the Burn who might use them for days before cooling and calming.
Sylphs were like Omegas in that they didn’t knot. But they were more like Alphas without the extra slick or pleasure points. But pleasure could still be found. We all had prostates, testicles and penises, each and every gender of our race.
When I found the gland inside him and stroked, Misha’s cock throbbed in my mouth.
I pulled off quickly. I didn’t want him to come until I was fully inside. We needed to cement the bond. I needed to knot him and he needed it to feel like the best thing in the world.
“Geo, please. Your Grace, I beg you! I want you inside me. I want you to knot me. I can’t wait any more!”
There was no more holding back. I dared anyone to say they could in this situation. I was in the first throes of my Burn. He was ready, he was burning, and he was begging.
He pulled his legs back against his chest, offering himself. “Please,” he said over and over. “Please.”
I removed my fingers and quickly poured lube onto my aching cock. I did the best I could without touching it, without friction. I was so close to coming.
I positioned myself on my knees between his legs. He was open for me, his entrance glistening and ready, no longer the tight little bud, but stretched now, round and open, beckoning.
I took hold of my cock at the base, rubbed the tip up and down his crack once, then plunged within. I wanted to take it slow, and I tried. I barely stopped myself from going to the hilt and stayed still half way in as Misha, beneath me, gasped for air.
Sweat dripped from my brow.
He didn’t cry out. He didn’t make a sound. For long seconds we were frozen. His insides were scorching and tight against my stiff cock. It felt good. Too good. I wanted to move. But I waited.
I could feel him in my mind assessing it all. His body adapting. His emotions overflowing with white-winged rapture.
I wanted to give him the world and everything in it. I couldn’t do that at the moment. But I could give him this.
Together we made the decision. As my control broke and I could hold back no longer, he thrust up, impaling me all the way.
My balls slapped his crack. I was in. Inside my Misha.
“Oh, Geo, you’re so big. Is it in? Is it all the way? Push.”
