Page 70 of Omega Chattel
The swollen tip pressed my hole. I could feel the blunt pressure. My body instinctively bucked upward, spreading myself as far as I could to take him in.
I pushed back and there was a sort of bursting sensation at my hole for a split-second as he breached the ring and I felt the head slide in.
After that, my muscles took over, sucking him into my channel, welcoming him, making me want to push back hard and have him all now.
“Slow.” Tarin’s melodic voice washed over me. “My little virgin, you don’t want to hurt yourself.”
“It doesn’t hurt,” I managed through gritted teeth.
Tarin pushed in another inch and I felt every slow moment of it, my insides tingling, stretching with a slight ache but nothing more than that.
Everything swelled full and wet back there, throbbing and wonderful, making my whole body taut with desire. To have someone inside me like this for the first time was amazing. I never wanted it to end.
“More.” My voice sounded low and rough. “More!”
I moved my ass from left to right.
Tarin swore and I felt another inch.
I couldn’t wait for him to get to the final stage when he would thrust. I wanted to be fucked. It was a need so great I thought I’d die if I didn’t get it. Like I’d been parched my whole life, nothing soothing that thirst until now.
“Tarin! Now!”
I pushed back. Somehow, I’d caught him off guard and I felt his huge cock slide in, stuffing me deeper and deeper until his balls struck my taint. My own cock was so hard it pushed against my belly. I could feel the head wet and dripping.
My forehead dropped to the pillow in a shock of pleasure, though I was still on my knees, butt up. Gods he was big. Almost too big. And he had yet to knot me.
The stretch was odd but only for a few seconds before my muscles got the message that this was good. This was perfect. Omegas were built for mating, and my body wanted it.
My inner passage began to throb hard, and Tarin made a strangled noise of pleasure. “Alli. Oh Alli!”
Slowly, he began to pull out, leaving me both excited with anticipation, and bereft. His cock grazed my inside; the nerves responded with teasing zings in my spine and stomach. In the shaft of my cock.
A white haze began to glaze my mind. I grunted and groaned, wanting him in me all the way again.
Tarin pulled out to the tip and paused, mumbling under his breath as if it was even too much for him. Then he pushed back in and everything went solid white.
My insides convulsed and I nearly screamed, squirming as he impaled me. A deep throb took my breath and I realized I was having my first internal orgasm.
“Alli!” Tarin grabbed me around the waist, pulling him hard to him, holding me through it. “Ah, so good!”
I knew my muscles were milking him now. That was the way we were designed. I orgasmed down there, inside, and the sensation opened me even more to take him, to take his seed. This was breeding.
But more, this was making love, for the bond between us flared with light and sweetness and exultation.
As my orgasm choked me, time went away. Tarin began to thrust just as I wanted and the orgasm kept happening, keeping me in some height of near incomprehensible delight.
He was fucking me good, now, powerful, long thrusts, and my slick made it sound almost filthy but so good. I felt another throb grip Tarin inside me, causing more friction as he pulled out and thrust back in.
Then he was crying out, pumping fast, and my insides were flooded with hot seed as he pulsed. As he came.
“Knot me!” I yelled.
He didn’t reply. Probably because he couldn’t speak.
My orgasm passed, but pleasure remained as I stilled myself to feel Tarin filling me up with his cock and his semen.
“It’s going to happen. I can’t stop it,” Tarin said in a broken voice.
