As the Omega began her shrill screams, eyes squeezed shut as her pussy fluttered around his length, Er’it forced his head up. The entrancing view of her gaze locked away freeing him to find Endi trying to edge past them. His vicious growl sent her shuffling back with eyes too wide, the Omega’s reaction far different. As if in response to his violence, the Omega screamed long and loud, her whole body going rigid beneath him. The rippling entreaty of her sex turning as savage as his anger, a demand that he give her his knot, his come.
The demand was not one his body wished to deny. Never had his knot grown so fast, so full. Tugging the writhing female down on his cock to squeeze the bloated girth inside of her tightness, he snarled and cursed. The very moment he thought he’d cause her true injury passing with an audible pop and a breathless shriek of pleasured pain from the Omega as he ground his way in. His groan as the first jet of thick, white seed spurted deep inside of her guttural, inhuman.
Blinking to clear the sweat from his eyes, he smirked at Endi’s tear tracked face. His Omega already humming, her satisfied purrs broken by mewling cries as he shifted the knot inside of her. Pushing deeper to give her every last inch of his length.
“Seems she has no questions of why,” Er’it murmured when he caught his breath.
Endi sniffled, dashing the back of her hand over her cheek before she ran out of the tent. Er’it did not bother to stop her this time, not as the Omega clenched around him. Making him groan, forcing ever more come from his cock until he swore her belly looked full and rounded from it.
The very idea sparked something inside of him. A low thunder in the distance growing to a vicious roar that spilled from between his lips as he descended on the humming female. Startling her into a jostling cry as he began forcing his hips back and forth. Shifting the knot inside of her as he grabbed hold of her head. Keeping her still to brush his lips against hers. The oddity of kissing her, no matter that it was a chaste peck, disturbed him to the bone, but he dismissed his wariness at the first true taste of her. Somehow even better than the thick sweetness of her slick, the freshness of her lips sent unadulterated pleasure snapping down his spine. Wrenching a moan from him as he delved deep inside of her mouth to get more of her taste.
He muffled her cries with his mouth as the knot shrunk and he began again. Tipping her over the edge time and again, filling her clutching depths until a steady stream of milky fluid gushed from between her reddened folds. Feeding it to her on his fingers as he began once more.
Er’it forgot about feeding them, of getting someone to fetch water. So lost in her body, in her sounds, the light of dawn began filtering through the taut canvas long before he grew too exhausted to have her again. Collapsing upon the cushions with a groan, he arranged the delirious female atop him. Gripping her hips tight where she sat astride him, his knot still locked deep behind her pelvic bone.
He had to speak to Tor’en. This insanity would kill him, if not the girl. There had to be something he could do to suppress this obsession with her, to control it somehow. Er’it was a king, a powerful mage. Being brought down by one slip of a woman with a tight cunt was inexcusable.
Even as he sifted through the idea of somehow turning this into something only he controlled, the Omega clenched around him. His guttural moan drowning her breathy purr as he spurted more come, giving her the very last of him as he drifted into an exhausted slumber.
Er’it came awake with a growl, fingers digging into the Omega’s hips hard enough he felt the joint grind beneath his hands. Showing her his teeth silenced her whimper, but then she stretched out a trembling arm, pointing at the door that someone had tied shut. A rapping against one of the support posts echoed through the tent, the female’s flinch jostling his already hard cock inside of her. The first one must have been what woken him, or at least he hoped. He vowed to the Hat’or that this female would not get the better of him, that he would rouse from a sound sleep just because she tried to move away from him.
Anger already roiling through his blood, he tumbled the Omega aside and rose. Tugging on the pants he didn’t remember shedding, he ambled towards the flaps as if he wasn’t furious and tired. And hungry. Damned bitch had kept him too occupied even to feed himself, and now he would have to eat dried meat and water to satisfy his hunger. Unless he feasted on her, fed upon her slick and drowned himself in her sweet cries.
Er’it grunted and shook his head hard to clear the images from his thoughts, jerking the ties on one side open. Pretending he didn’t care that Ath’asho had an unobstructed view of the naked female huddling in the middle of the floor.
“I thought you two would like to break your fast,” Ath’asho muttered, gaze slanting aside to give the woman
