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“Tolerate! I am not your omega.” But my words were cut off with a breathy moan, my floral scent bouquet signalling my arousal, as he rubbed lazy circles over what I was sure was pinkening skin. “Please…”
He obliged my unvoiced plea and dipped his finger between my thighs where I knew he would find me slick and ready.
“Do you want to know something? I like you like this. Bent over, bottom bare and hot from a spanking. My cock is hard and my knot aches.”
His hand slipped between my thighs, gliding along my slick coated sex until his fingers pressed against my clit while sliding one, then two fingers into my quim. It was embarrassing how little effort it took for him to make me come. A few hard strokes over my clit and I toppled over the edge, panting disorientated by the abrupt burst of pleasure. It wasn’t enough. It was too much.
He helped me stand on shaking legs, and tugged up my breeches and smoothed my coat. He seemed determined to maintain contact with me and pulled me into his lap.
I felt like a bundle of offended dignity. I only wished I had a pistol to shoot him with. My mind, a turbulent storm of emotions. The high of my orgasm raged with the almost dissatisfaction that it had been so quick. That he had not prolonged my pleasure. And hatred that I wanted that rather than the swift, efficient way he’d gotten me off.
“Relax,” he ordered.
“You lobcock,” I hissed.
He laughed. “I must disabuse you of your misconception. My cock is large. Very large. As is my knot. But I can assure you, myweeVixen, that when I am around you it is never relaxed. It is a most animated cock that very much desires to be better acquainted with your slick quim.”
To my dying day, I would deny the girlish giggle was mine. Some other omega made the sound and rubbed her cheek against his soft coat, hoping to soak up as much of his scent as possible. “Thank you for… That.”
“Always so polite.”
“I must go…” Less because I wanted to escape him. Rather I wished to find a peaceful corner to pick apart my feelings. The extreme swings and spiralling flights he inspired… For now there were more highs than lows. “I should go.” I amended.
“Probably.” He held me a moment longer, bent low to scent me. I tilted my head so that he could get nearer, sighing with the knowledge that he was submitting to me. There, I said it. He was submitting to me. An omega’s special power over alphas. An ability to have them bend their knees to get close enough to take our scent into their lungs and sink their teeth into our mate glands.
Then with deliberate care, he set me on my feet. I backed away from him, only turning when I ran into the door. I slipped into the corridor, pressed my back to the door, and gave in, allowing the smile I’d been holding back to bloom until my cheeks hurt. Goddess that had beenfun.
I did not need to fake a headache that evening. After I had reached my room, I was gripped by the realisation of what had almost happened. I would have let him knot me. I would have let Jack knot me in the lake. So I spent a restless night, tossing and turning as visions of my life with these alphas tantalised and terrified me.
We would go to balls and I would wear gowns again so that all could see their bites on my mate gland. Two Lovers knots. Would I be vain enough to dust rouge over them so that every eye would be drawn to the fact I had two mates?
Would Paxton let me pick which paintings hung on the walls? And my nest? Would it be small and private, or would it be in a bedroom? I wanted something small and private that only we would see. I could clean it myself.
How did they eat? They did not drink heavily, but that could change when we returned to town.
I did not want to be left on my own all day. Perhaps I would once again visit my friends, return to the social swirl that I loved so much. But in the years since I’d been presented, I’d never once met them, seen them, heard about them. Jack was mentioned once when he was honoured by the King for heroism. I knew of Lord Paxton simply as an alpha with a large, very private collection of priceless works of art. But neither participated in society's myriad gatherings—public or more private.
What if they did not enjoy balls and concerts?
Would I be permitted to carry on as I had before? Unlikely. Neither compromised. Despite their restraint in not fucking me, that would change if we were mated. I’d be their omega, expected to indulge their every sexual need. In my wonderings, they would indulge mine as well.
Perhaps that would be enough. Our days separate as they spent their times in their alpha clubs and I socialised with other omegas. At night, perhaps they would escort me to some ball. Or we would share a meal before going our separate ways…
In the mornings…
In the mornings they would fuck me.
I ran my fingers between my breasts and through the tuft of curls at the apex of my thighs. They were wet. Did I dare?
I went to the trunk, the one I refused to let the maids touch, and riffled through the contents. To find the velvet satchel with its familiar weight, and the sound of polished wood tapping against more wood.
I took my precious toys to the bed and poured them out. Five beautifully crafted dildos. Each different in size and uniquely decorated. My favourite was the least interesting. Not too long, with a good girth, its defining characteristic was the lifelike knot at the base. It created the most divine stretch, nothing could compete with it during a heat when my quim couldn’t tell the difference between a real knot and a fake one. But out of a heat I wanted something a little more… My fingers flittered along the options. The longest one with a spiral of ribs corkscrewing along its length which felt divine as I thrust it in and out of my pussy. The thickest had been carved with vines and roses and when it was inside of me I could feel every single perfect texture. But then again… I picked up one shaped like the letter ‘u’. I licked my lips. I’d never considered using it—purchasing it for its beauty. So lifelike with a lattice of veins along the slightly curved lengths leading up to the flared heads. I could only imagine being impaled by two knots or two of anything. However… Seeing, scenting both Jack and Paxton not only had me slick and feverish with desire but also curious. How would it feel? Could something so large as an alpha’s knot truly fit there? I knew it was possible in theory, but the practice was something else entirely. What if… I nibbled on my lip.
I had nothing but my own slick and spit to prepare my back hole. Inserting a single digit, bearing down and embracing the burn until pleasure began to creep up on me. Then I folded a pillow, straddling it as I might a man, and began, oh so slowly, to sink down, allowing my weight to help the dual heads to first tease and then breach my holes.
“Oh!” I gasped. The stretch in my sex was familiar, comforting, filling. In my ass there was a sharpness that had my nipples tightening and a needy whine to escape. A soft little shiver fluttering throughout my body. The clenching of my channel and ass on the hard intrusions that I relentlessly bore down on until I could go no further. “Goddess save me!”
I panted as I raised myself up before sliding down each glorious inch until penetrated so completely that I began to feel my body convulse. I rubbed my clit, played with my nipples, closed my eyes and allowed the fantasy to take over. Their deep masculine groans competing with my own needy cries until at last and together we came with so much force that I found myself falling forward onto the bed, my breasts pressed into the mattress, my bottom in the air as if I was presenting to an alpha, begging for their knot. This was pleasure. Pleasure unlike any I’d experienced. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander, creating a sinful fantasy, I knew—oh Goddess, I knew—would come true if I told them what I desired.
