Quincy
He shut his eyes, turning his head and trying to pull back from the part of it he could. He had no choice about what happened to his body, but no one could touch his soul.
“I need to know you are okay,” the alpha told him, he was a little angry too but holding back.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Saran didn’t react again, simply stared him down. “I will do what must be done.”
This time, he didn’t argue when Quincy retreated, shuttering down inside as much as he could manage.
His mate was already turning him around and getting him on all fours.
Good, he thought, there would be no pretence then.
They’d do their duty and there would be no lies; Quincy could feel what he felt, and the bloody earl could deal with the consequences of his decisions.
It was only fair, truly, that he pay for his own mistakes.
Omegas always paid too, naturally, but there was nothing Quincy could do about that.
The hands on his arse were firm and almost impersonal, exposing his hole, but Quincy felt his alpha’s pleasure at finding him slick, a thumb rubbing back and forth sending such a jolt through him that he swayed forward a little onto his hands.
He tried to control his breathing, but the sensations were too intense to hold completely still, and in a way, it was a relief to feel the alpha press his cock there, rubbing it between Quincy’s arse cheeks as if to cover himself with Quincy’s slick.
If Saran hadn’t got an arm around his middle and pulled him back against his furry chest, the first breach of his hole would have sent him toppling flat.
“Yes, I see.” Another little push and fuck, he was inside Quincy now and it hurt. It was too much, the grunts of the alpha’s pleasure intermingling with his own body’s resistance, everything in him begging for it to stop.
Quincy swallowed the words down, not able to bear asking and being denied.
“Shhh...” The alpha told him, not actually an order, and Quincy couldn’t do anything but tremble under him anyway, around him as he retreated, the relief stealing a broken whimper out of him before the inevitable return made him press his lips together again to keep back a sound of pain.
He couldn’t allow himself to believe in the relief, he reminded himself firmly, and the alpha confirmed it by pushing deeper and deeper each time.
Quincy’s arse clenched, body fighting the impossible pressure, and the alpha paused, groaning low and rough. “Oh. Gods, you are—”
He did something then and Quincy gasped, high-pitched and desperate, brain stuttering as the next stroke set off something inside again. The sounds coming from his mouth were too loud when he wished he could make none at all, but it felt... Good. Oh gods, not just good, it was...
The pain wasn’t gone, truly, but it was like he had lost sight of it because a new sensation was drowning it, drowning him.
The alpha’s hands were on his hips, tugging him back onto his cock even as he shoved forward with enough force Quincy had to lock his elbows to keep them both upright.
He arched into it, pure instinct, and his mate latched onto his neck, biting hard enough to sting, the pace of his hips stuttering and then doubling its speed.
He was burning up inside, and it was like burning had been the sole experience he’d been born to experience. He wasn’t just hard but leaking all over himself and the bedding, and he thought he wouldn’t even need the alpha’s big hand on him again, he would simply...
Quincy wasn’t sure what changed, but the next time his alpha came into him, he screamed, the angle hitting right at the core of him.
And Quincy shattered, convulsing against his alpha’s body as he fell off the cliff they’d been circling, the whole world spinning around him, the hard cock still coming into him again and again with enough force to send him off the bed if not for the arm keeping him pinned.
And it didn’t stop, his body was still fully in use as the alpha sought his own pleasure, Quincy shivering and twitching as a mix of his own leftover pleasure and the alpha’s rising one stretched his nerves to the limit.
It was a relief to feel the heat inside, and more pressure, all the seed with nowhere to go but inside him. He fisted the bedding, eyes shut, heart locked too, just to withstand the waves of it, the alpha’s second-hand ecstasy mixing strangely with his own body’s signals.
The earl stopped holding his weight and Quincy could do nothing but control their fall; his face turned sideways so he could still breathe, his alpha’s heavy body blanketing him, and his cock still wedged deep inside.
He didn’t understand what was happening at first.
It felt like the Saranian’s cock was growing even bigger inside his body instead of softening. He made a soft inquiring noise, trying to turn, and the alpha covered his hand with his own, keeping it flat on the bedding.
And it was getting worse, bigger and bigger, the pressure uncomfortable. He squirmed, wheezing a little. “What...?”
“Shhh,” he was told once more. “It’s just my knot.”
He said it calmly, like he thought to be reassuring, and Quincy still remained equally in the dark.
A little grunt made it past his lips despite all his efforts. It was getting painful now, like he badly needed to pee but was still too aroused to manage. Except his own dick was soft and spent, trapped under him. “I—"
Quincy jerked, muscles twitching to try and get him away from the pain, hopeless as the enterprise was with the full weight of a grown alpha man pinning him down.
He couldn’t— “S— Stop.”
The word had taken every bit of will he possessed, given that it was nearly a denial of what the alpha desired of him.
“I cannot,” the earl told him, sounding confused. His surprise was genuine, but it changed nothing. “Not now, I’d hurt you badly if I pulled out like this.”
Quincy buried his face into the bedding; body clenching helplessly to try and expel the invader.
It did not help, of course, and the alpha had the cheek to rub at his upper arm and order, “Relax.”
His muscles unlocked at once, throat too, and Quincy found himself making a low keening sound, pained and scared, the most humiliating sound he’d ever produced.
“It will not be long,” Saran told him. “I promise, ten minutes at the most.”
It was longer, Quincy was sure, but he fell into a dazed state, his mind shutting down further as his body struggled to process what was happening.