Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Thinking of his mon chou.
Face a mask of tortured ecstasy, Jacques’s orgasm consumed him, though he tried and failed to will it away. And his sad attempt to maintain some semblance of control over his wayward cock failed as well. Made him feel small as he grew absolutely huge, his shaft thickening and more engorged by the second.
His knot inflated fatter and more rigid, the fleshy bulb triggering Lucia’s breathy climax, hard and loud, as she demanded his cum.
Omegas were…. They had a power they should not have.
Jacques screaming out Brenya’s name with a guttural, animalistic groan that turned into a feral roar.
Alpha semen spurted in hot waves into Omega pussy, the first huge gush from a forced knot.
And after a minute or two, Lucia’s climax dimmed, became untheatrical, the woman relieved as she pressed a hand to her low belly and thanked him, careful as she pulled her finger from his anus.
Locked together, she caught her breath, nodding that he had done well. “He wants me to teach you how to fuck, but you already know. She was just too small. So we’ll cover nerve bundles and Omega slick glands. You can cry; it’s okay. I don’t want to be here either.”
And he was crying, devastated, his knot never having felt so good. His missing testicle giving a phantom twitch as Lucia did another magic ripple with her insides.
And for the next hour, as Jacques was forced to feel Brenya climax in relentless succession, his knot trapped in Lucia with no hopes of going down, his one testicle swelling and releasing over and over until the pregnant Omega had more than enough cum as he listened to a lecture on Omega anatomy and sexual technique.
And then Lucia began to unstrap his right wrist, holding his gaze with a long, warning look. Releasing his arm and lifting the exhausted limb to show him how to cup her breast.
He knew how to fondle a tit, for fuck’s sake.
But this was different, Lucia walking him through specific pressure points that encouraged different responses. Stimulation, relaxation, lactation.
Knowledge that did not exist under Bernard Dome.
That caught his attention, Jacques imagining it was Brenya’s flash in his palm.
Lucia releasing his other arm.
And then the bitch of all bitches leaned down, nipping up his throat as if she was his Omega, making him want to break her neck in several places.
Until her lips came to his ear, the toxic witch whispering in her exotic accent between kittenish licks, “This morning, Havel dumped my sisters in Central in the middle of an Alpha stampede. I will do anything to help them. So, cum inside me, fuck me, and keep Havel in Brenya. When she’s been exhausted, he won’t leave her. He won’t come back. Use me for hours. Pretend you give a shit about these lessons so his guards do not suspect. And when they let me out of the room, when everyone is exhausted, your men are waiting to use that moment to reinstate their great Commodore. But I will only help them if you swear to me you will protect my baby and save my sisters. Tend to me through my pregnancy. If you agree, start fucking me on your knot like you mean it.”
He might have hallucinated it. It might have been the control Lucia exercised over her pussy and the things it could do to his cock. But desperation that this might be real, that he might have an actual opportunity to save his mate from the evilest of men, led him to flex his muscular torso and writhe beneath her—abs and chest coiled as he bucked his hips upwards with all the force he could muster, given his restraints… which were many. “Come on, bitch, teach me how spoiled Omegas fuck.”
Somewhere nearby, Brenya was so close again. He could feel her. Offered her his pleasure, because he was going to be free.
And he was going to murder Jules Havel.
For hours, Jacques was the diligent student, memorizing every last trick Lucia taught him. Climaxing, flooding her, kissing her, tasting her. Obeying.
And when he was exhausted and her pussy overflowed with prime Alpha cum—long after Brenya had fallen asleep—it was time.
The fifth knot of the night shriveled.
And Lucia climbed off, his flaccid cock slipping free, a fountain of cum spraying his lap, the bedding, the floor.