“Forgive me, Majesty,” Endi said, lower lip trembling as her shaky voice died in the dusty air between them.
It was then he realized he was growling. The sound emanating from his chest having nothing to do with the woman before him other than the fact she was keeping him from the one his body craved. Rage spilling over, he snatched Endi’s arm. Hauled her flush against his body so she could feel the long thickness of his cock straining against his pants.
“It’s not your place to question me, mage,” Er’it ground out as his other hand caught her hip. Grinding Endi’s softness against him. “Unless you wish to offer your services for something other than your powers. Take the bitch’s place, maybe? Tell me, Endi, exactly how sorry do you feel for the cunt that fed the Black Mage his powers?”
“You’re hurting me, Er’it,” Endi said on a whimper.
“You used to scream on my knot, used to like it when I’d fill you to overflowing. Perhaps you miss that too much to let this one have it all to herself.”
“Please, Er’it. You’re hurting me!”
“Then again, as I recall it, you started to whine about it. Asking why I had to knot you, why did I have to be so rough. Your endless questions of why, why, why.”
Er’it snapped his teeth in her face, lips twisting in a vicious smirk when Endi squealed low in her throat. By the Hat’or, her fear felt good. Better still that he could smell her arousal, a body too used to his and the pleasure he once brought her.
Endi ducked her head, shoulders high against her ears as the first tear slipped over her cheek. Satisfaction ran screaming, enraging him. Red washed his vision, not a drop of blood spilled to call forth his magic. A dangerous moment that leapt to menacing between one growling breath and the next. Locking his hand over Endi’s arm, he dragged her with him back inside the tent. A snarl sending Maruk racing for the door, his pots and bags forgotten. Tossing Endi against the plush cushions on the other side of the tent, Er’it tore at the fastenings of his pants. A sound of sheer relief exploding from between his lips as the cooling night air embraced his heated flesh.
“Do you want to offer yourself in her place, Endi,” he asked with far more control than he thought himself capable of as the swirling crimson light of his magic sparked between his fingers, coating his hands in a bloody haze.
“Er’it, don’t do this…”
“Do you know what those old books said? Omegas need to be in heat for me to take her power. ‘Frequent exposure to the Alpha’s scent and seed,’ is what they said. I will breed this bitch every step of this journey to have that happen. Unless you want to give her a reprieve for this night, and this night only. In which case you will get on your hands and knees and present your cunt.”
“Please,” Endi whimpered, shuffling further into the shadows, putting as much space as she could between them.
“I see you don’t have as much concern for her as you profess.”
Er’it dropped to his knees between the Omega’s thighs, a single growl that was more rage than seduction bringing a rush of slick to her folds. One thrust seated him to the hilt, encasing him in all that tightness with a groan of sheer pleasure. A relief of its own as he turned his gaze to Endi’s horrified face. Saw the softness of her features twist into something terrible as he thrust again, bringing the Omega awake. Her soft, needy whine accompanied by a twitch of her hips to grind him deeper.
He began fucking the Omega in earnest, forgetting Endi altogether. Hearing nothing but the sweet whimpering cries of the female under him as the endless skies of her eyes fluttered open, hazed with delirious pleasure and whatever Maruk might have given her for the pain. A good thing, too, as Er’it grasped her hips, pulling her up as he rose to his knees. Only her shoulders scraping against the rough ground cloth, he worked her back and forth over his driving length. Shuddered as she shrieked and arched, hands scrambling over the floor when he struck that spot inside of her.
She was even more glorious this way. He’d never taken her face to face, mounting her from behind as he took what he needed. Easier to pin her down as his knot tied them together. Seeing the stark wonder on her delicate face, the glory of her eyes as he rushed the Omega towards her pleasure, was enough to make him want to do it again and again. A faint blush began low on her chest, staining her tawny breasts a rich clay as it spread high into her cheeks. The wet, slapping sounds of their skin meeting as Er’it thrust into her hard enough to prod at the very end of her just to hear her airy cries were intoxicating.
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.
