Her little growl is adorable. It turns to a breathy groan as I lean in to capture her lips. Her legs and arms wrap around me, and she flips from solemn to smoldering hot in a heartbeat. Distantly, I hear the lads moving about the small space; the scrape of chairs tells me they are getting comfortable. For once, it will be them who must sit back and suffer through the show.
My hand cups her face, trying to steady her franticness. I will not make my first time with her a quick fuck. “Easy, lass,” I say, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I will not tease you, but I will not be rushed either.”
I let her drop to her feet and undress her. There are no fine clothes as befits the lady of a great house. Here, she has only rough men’s clothing in the smallest size we could find. I remove the layers one reverent piece at a time, pressing kiss after kiss to what is exposed. Her little growl-whimpers increase as her creamy colored flesh is exposed to my lustful gaze. I’ve seen glimpses of her as they rutted her when we were still captives. I admit to being much enamored with the scandalous silk ensemble Edil dressed her in. I’ve already determined to have a dressmaker tasked with creating something similar, although she will never wear it anywhere except for her mate’s pleasure as she plays our little slave. But as the last scrap of clothing flutters to the floor, I find myself entranced like I’ve never seen a woman before.
This is my first time seeing the whole of her body: plump tits, curvaceous ass, and tiny little waist. The tops of her thighs glisten, and the scent of arousal permeates the air. I understand why an Omega is a treasure beyond all other treasures, why men war over such a prize, and why I, if needs must, will fight the formidable Hawthorn for a place as her fourth mate.
My cock is rigid to the point of pain, and I’m ready to spill my fucking load.
My intentions to go slowly fly out the portal window. I toss her to the bed, parting her slim thighs so that I might view the treasure between. My mouth waters, and I swallow hard. “The lads are going to feast on your pretty tits while I learn every inch of your pretty cunt with my fingers, mouth, and tongue.”
She squirms under my hot gaze, fingers gripping the bedding restlessly, stomach clenching, and tight little pussy glistening with slick. The lads move, but I barely notice their enthusiastic stripping, for I’m too busy undressing, lost in the vision spread out for my pleasure with her legs dangling over the side of the bed.
There is not enough room in the small ship bedding nook, but we make it work. Caden and Brook squeeze to either side of her. They share hot sweet kisses with the little Omega before turning their attention to her plump tits.
She is a temptation of the highest order. I can only wonder how I survived handling her without falling upon her like a beast. The vision of her between them, and their loving sharing of her, brings a painful tightening to my groin. I am broken in a way that can only be mended through connection.
I sink to my knees, hands shaking as they skim up her thighs, easing them open wider and encouraging her knees to bend and fall open for me. Caden and Brook take her thighs without me needing to ask, holding them up and open and exposing her entirely to my enrapt gaze.
There is something deeply arousing about seeing their big hands holding her open for me. They kiss and suckle her pretty tits, drawing the stiff peaks deep into mouths, lashing them with tongue, and sucking little love bites over the plump mounds. She wriggles, and her cheeks, chest, and upper swell of tits flush with a rosy glow.
My gaze lowers to her little pink slit. I trace the wet folds, enjoying her little gasp. It turns to a deep groan as my fingertip slowly circles her swollen clit. Her stomach ripples, little pussy clenching and pushing out slick. The sweet smell of her arousal and her potent pheromones saturate the air. Leaning in, I swipe my tongue the length of her drenched pussy.
“Goddess!” she gasps.
I growl. The taste is absolutely delicious. My tongue pushes deep into her pussy before gently lapping over slick-drenched folds for every trace of her sweetness. She twitches and moans, ass dancing against the bed, mumbling little words of nonsense that turn into a deep-in-the-belly groan as I suckle on her little budding clit. It is hot, pulsing and slippery, and turns rigid as I lash it with my tongue.
“Please! Oh, Goddess.” I close my lips around her clit, sucking with a slow, steadily stronger rhythm. My fingers slip into her tight sheath. Pumping slowly as I seek the little rough patch of skin that Caden spoke so highly of. “Oh!” There, right there, is the sensitive little bundle of nerves surrounding her slick gland. True to Caden’s explanation, petting the puckered gland entrance sends her wild. Her whole body turns rigid, and her breath choppy, before she comes, gushing around my fingers.
I’m addicted to her taste. I lick my fingers clean while she lays panting and gasping. I am not close to being done. My tongue spears her hot little pussy again, seeking her offering from the source. I’ve ever been blessed with extreme control over my shifted forms. While the rest of me remains human, my tongue thickens and lengthens, giving me full access to every part of her sopping little hole.
Priya
My pussy can’t stop clenching around the hot throbbing rod of flesh spearing into me. Distantly, I rationalize it’s his tongue, but it feels much too large.
Brook and Caden tease my breasts, making them achy, tingly, and sore in the way I’ve
