Page 54 of Broken Heat
I pushed hard into him all the way as my knot came on fast, stretching my skin. “It’s swelling. My knot. You’ll take it.”
“Yes!”
But I had given him no choice. It advanced on me in record time, locking me inside him, causing me to continue to pulse and spurt.
The aim of the alpha knot was to fill the omega up with as much semen as the alpha could produce. Some alphas produced less, some more. Some bubbled and spat for a while, their sperm like foam, but their orgasms no less intense. Some produced strong arcs of cum, white and thick, and kept squirting hard. I was most often in the latter category.
Sani used to say I filled him enough to equate two cups, but he really couldn’t properly measure it, and neither could I. But it was a lot. I had pressed on him in the shower afterward and watched the white nectar run from his body in thick streams as the water washed it all down the drain.
For Elon, I figured I would go until I collapsed. He made me wild. I felt like I had gallons for him.
My knot started to move and sent me into a frenzy. I kept trying to thrust deeper into him, and he kept pushing back, his voice a hum, a groan.
“Give me all of it,” he forced out.
I intended to. I couldn’t think of anything else. This was my life in this moment. Filling him up until he could hold no other alpha’s essence inside him but mine.
It was instinct. Make him full. Overflowing so no one else could have him. As if other alphas stood in line waiting their turn. Which was pure fantasy. Not reality. But it was the possessive nature of alphas to claim fully like this. To want no one else around their omega.
I leaned my full weight on Elon’s arched back, letting myself go. My hands came around his waist. Between the all-out spurts, I had some conscious thoughts. Elon’s arousal became very important to me.
I felt the loosened pouch of the broken thong and reached inside, pulling his hard, wet cock into my grip.Wet. So, he had already come.
He thrust into my hand. “Mykel!”
I used his own come to pump him and he made a gagging sound and pulsed hard. His insides clutched me.
“Oh, it’s good. I’m coming. It’s double duty. Oh so good. Inside and out.”
His cock spurted onto my fingers, thick copious omega sperm. His insides milked my knot, keeping it slowly moving up my shaft.
He keened as he kept coming.
This was how it was in ruts if the omega was compatible. The pleasure was not one-sided but shared. A perfect union.
“Keep doing that,” Elon gasped.
I threw my head back and howled.
We stayed locked together for nearly half an hour, and Elon came hard again, another of what he called “double-duty” climaxes.
When I could find my faculties again—see and hear and remember my own name—I pulled out and we both collapsed in a hot, damp heap.
My couch cushions were going to need a good steam clean. The thought made me start to laugh.
“What?” Elon was squashed beneath me, squirming.
“Nothing. Just—that was the best knot I’ve ever experienced.”
He joined in my laugh. “Me, too!”
When I could stand, I looked down at the damage. Elon was partially on his side his hair sticking up at his forehead, his eyes hooded, his skin flushed and wet with sweat and his own ejaculate. He could have been the poster boy for the word debauched.
I saw the pink finger marks on his hips that would become bruises later on. His soft, powdery-feeling ass cheeks were pinched an angry red.
Yet still he grinned up at me.
My own cock, even after that incredible knot, bobbed in front of him. Still half-hard. In half an hour to an hour, it would rage again, angry and throbbing, looking for its comfort again, its human sheath.
