Page 68 of Omega Chattel
“I want more,” I replied.
“I can’t lie. It will hurt at first. To claim you in this way is my first instinct. But you must be prepared. I won’t have it any other way.”
He then took his hand away and reached for the bedside drawer. Though it was a guest room, it didn’t surprise me he had sex aids nearby. I hadn’t snooped. I’d only used one dresser drawer for my own things, and a drawer in the bathroom.
Tarin set some items on the pillow next to my head. Lube. What looked like a thin tube—a vibrator, I guessed. And condoms.
I didn’t want any of it. I just wanted him.
I reached awkwardly over my head, smacking the condoms, and said, “Not those.”
“When did you last take your prophylactic pill?”
“It’s in our food at the farm. So the night before I ran away.”
“Those only take a couple days to leave the system,” he said.
“I know.” I lifted my head until my forehead touched his, the heat of him all-encompassing. I wrapped one arm around his naked waist. I saw children in my mind. Our children. The future.
“I want a child by you. So no to protection.”
Confusion fogged his eyes. “What?”
It was the wrong moment, in the heat of need, to bring this up, so I let my words tumble out fast and firm.
“I want your child. I want you to seed me. If it doesn’t take tonight, we’ll try and try until we get it right. I want you. All of you, bare against me, inside me, filling me with your seed. Breed me, Tarin. Make me yours. Fill me with your child.”
For a little too long, he remained silent and still. Would this be a deal-breaker? He did want kids, didn’t he? I thought about taking my words back, telling him I didn’t mean them so early on, before everything was finalized. Before our bond was complete.
Before I could speak, Tarin climbed over me, grabbed me up in a powerful embrace. My head fell back as he kissed me, then he drew his mouth over my neck, licking and biting.
My cock spurted more pre-cum. I wiggled for friction, but he held on tight.
“A child,” he said between licks and bites. He went down my body, nipping, kissing, tasting. “A child.” He took my cock all the way to the back of his mouth so fast I arched up and came hard.
He milked and drank until there was nothing left. Then he said, “Turn over.”
“Yessss!” I scrambled to obey, my cock still hard, still wanting.
And then he was licking me between my cheeks, tongue delving into me. The air on my backside felt cool everywhere except where he touched, and in those places I felt singed.
Tarin let up as I moaned and thrust my ass up, inviting. Now I knew I was in one of the positions I’d learned from books. It felt natural and right.
Tarin’s upper body rested against my back. I saw his arm by my head and heard the crackling of the condoms in their wrappers as he gathered them in his big hand and tossed them over the side of the bed.
He grabbed the bottle of lube.
“I don’t need it.” Pillows muffled my voice.
“You will,” he replied. “Because I intend to breed you all night.”
“Please! Yes!”
I felt cool liquid down my crack, then deft fingers stroking me. It was so slippery and smooth that again a finger slipped inside me, effortless and welcome. It didn’t hurt at all.
Another slipped in, and I felt the stretch. The slight ache. I knew that was nothing compared to the size of Tarin’s cock. And then there would be the knot.
A flare of panic rippled through my stomach.
