“It is, sweetheart,” Ziam murmurs, “but you have needs too. Ones we’d meet if you were pleasuring us.”
I lay a kiss on one thigh. Octavia gasps. My hands stroke and my little omega perfumes, her sweet flowery scent heavy in the air. I let my tongue roll up her thigh.
This gasp is accompanied by her eyes opening. “Your... tongue?”
I smirk, “Yes, I will please you with my tongue.”
Her head shakes, “No, I meant...” a pause as she gathers herself, “is it... split?”
As though on cue, all three of us show her our tongues, which are indeed forked.
Her head swivels between us, her face getting pinker and pinker with each passing click. Finally, her body tense and her face nervous, she nods.
Poor love, I think, trying not to frown. So scared and far from what she’s always known. I reach up and take her hands, my thumbs rubbing into her palms.
“Wedari,” I whisper, “trust me. I’m your ebondenn. Your pack mate. We’re all devoted to you already.” I lead her hands to my horns. “Guide me.” I grin up at her. “Pull me away, or to a different spot, as you need. Just let me devour this wet little cunt.”
Octavia nods and I can feel the boys exhale in relief. Her hands curl gently around my horns. I struggle against the wave of pleasure being touched by my omega does to me. Only when I have control of myself do I open my eyes and focus on my little mate.
I grab her bare ass, my eyes dragging over her pale skin that is dimpled beautifully, reminding me of ripples on the river. I tug her body down as I use my shoulders to spread her legs wide. I catch a glimpse of her unusual-pink cunt and I groan. Her hands spasm on my horns but do not move me either way. I examine her little brown bush that matches her eyebrows. Ryson, another ebondenn from a pack with a human omega, had explained their ‘bush’ to me.
I lean into her body, my tongue darting out and parting her flesh. She whines. I chuckle, turning my face a bit to lay a kiss on her thigh. “Let’s see if this ‘clit-or-iss’ is as sensitive as the manual says,” I mutter into her soft skin.
Octavia whimpers, hips shifting, and I need no other invitation. I let my tongue lead, parting her as I gently turn my face back and forth. Sure enough, I feel her external pleasurecenter. My tongue curls up over the little lump of flesh, under the protective skin. My omega jolts in my hold, and her hands tighten on my horns. I do it again, letting the sides of my tongue caresses around it.
“Oh, Jesus,” she moans.
The boys groan.
Protect. Teach. Love. Pleasure.These words run through my head as I lick her sweet little cunt. My own cunt throbs but I ignore it. I can almost sense Ati wanting to come take care of my needs, and I flick my eyes to him. He’s gripping the chair hard, probably to keep himself from pulling out his cock. I give a tiny shake of my head, warning him against either action. Octavia isn’t ready for that.
She tugs my horns into her body hard, and I moan. My tongue dips lower, licking up her wet pleasure that is dripping from her. She tastes so fucking good. My tongue drops lower still and her body tenses as she squeaks. Her hands pull up, just a tiny bit, so I give her bottom a quick swipe and I return to her external center.
She’s worked up, dripping and whimpering. I shift my weight as I worship her, letting one hand move from her hip, sliding and caressing. I let my nails drag and she humps her hips up, obviously enjoying it. I grin into her and keep working her.
My hand slides between her thighs. They have internal centers as well, and I want to see how she responds to it being stimulated. But I also want to feel how much training her body will need. I purposely slow my licking, not wanting her to finish before I enter her pussy.
My fingers find her and I roll them around in her slick before gently finding her entrance. I slide one finger inside her. Her hips buck as she tugs me down.Oh, she likes that. That’s good.
But her hot insides are tight around me. I bite down my concern as I find the internal spot. I rub it firmly and she arches, pulling me in again.
I slide back and insert a second finger cautiously. She again responds in pleasure.Hmm, perhaps they are more stretchy than we are.
I flick and work her clit as my two fingers rub her internal pleasure center in a slow, rhythmic motion.
My omega’s breathing hitches as she fucks my face. I purr, beyond pleased with her desire. But again, as I feel her cunt flutter and clench, I slow.
She whimpers piteously, denied the release she so obviously wants.
I slide a third finger into her tight flesh. Again, my aching little omega only responds with pleasure, hips rocking and hands tight on my horns.
At that, I relent. Tongue and fingers focused on the spots she likes, speed constant as I let her hump and guide my face. She quickly pants, body tense and she goes completely silent.
My eyes flick up as I keep my pace. Octavia’s eyes are closed and she’s biting her pretty lip hard as she releases, not a noise escaping her.
She breathes deeply, chest heaving as her body relaxes. She pulls my horns carefully, clearly sensitive after an orgasm.
I leave off my attention on her clit, instead kissing her thighs as I purr.
