Page 71 of Omega Chattel
“Yes! Knot me!” I begged him over and over until the ring of my hole expanded to accommodate a sudden swell of flesh.
The knot was forming at the base of his cock.Yessss!
Tarin hugged me hard, holding me tight as I collapsed forward, not quite flat. My ass was still open and lifted for him, but the rest of me lay against the bedspread, my hard cock trapped.
I moaned and groaned as the knot grew, stretching me as it swelled. Now we were locked together, as intimate as it could get.
Tarin began to press light kisses all over my shoulders and neck.
The knot grew inside me so big I thought I’d burst, until finally it began to move. It brushed along my insides, teasing, making me undulate.
Tarin said, “Still, baby, still. Gods you’re tight. I love it. You’re so good. So good for me.”
I basked. I could not get enough praise. Raised without much love, I was making up for it now.
It took a long time for the knot to travel the shaft of Tarin’s cock. Well, it had a long way to go—he was that big. As we waited, Tarin huffed and gasped the entire time. I felt his spurts inside me, filling me up. He kept coming as the knot worked its way up to the head of his cock where it would finally release the most potent of his seed, then recede.
This was the impregnation process.
If I was ready, my body itself releasing viable eggs in this moment, they would be fertilized. Omegas released more than one egg at a time, which was why we often gave birth to litters of two, three and even four babies at a time.
I wanted it. I wanted babies with Tarin. I wanted everything with him.
Deep inside me, the knot pressed. A surge of liquid gushed forth and I knew that was the moment it released.
Tarin bucked against me, his yell ringing in my ears as his prolonged orgasm culminated in a final crest of ecstasy.
My insides responded by throbbing again, and my second internal orgasm left me breathless, disoriented.
Eventually, Tarin pulled out, releasing me, and I turned in the bed and felt a sudden surge of liquid gush from my gaping hole.
“Stay,” Tarin said, motioning toward me. He got up and went into the bathroom, returning with a stack of clean towels.
Immediately, he forced me back and began to clean us up.
His cock bobbed, shiny and still hard. So beautiful, the cut tip almost perfectly round, the ridge flared with continual arousal.
Tarin ran the towel all over my body. The friction of it against my cock made me hiss a bit. He smiled at me and gently stroked it, first with the towel, then his hand.
“Needs to be cleaner,” he stated, leaning down and licking it from balls to tip.
He sucked in the head and I came hard, my head smacking back against the pillow.
He was going to do this to me all night? All right, I thought. I’m ready.
Through our bond, his Burn licked me as well, infusing itself into my thoughts, my mental core, my heart.
When I stopped spurting, he lifted up and said to me, “There, all clean again.”
We settled into the bed and he wrapped his arms around me until we lay, chest to chest, on our sides.
I think I dozed for a few minutes, but woke immediately when I heard Tarin’s breathing increase.
I rolled onto my back and said, “Take me face to face this time.”
He looked dreamy, dazed, and pushed my thighs up and apart, this time sliding into me with ease since I was already prepared.
He fucked into me hard and fast until we both came again, yelling, calling each other’s names, laughing.
