Chapter 7 #3
When he leaned forward and gently bit her clit…
Brenya’s whole world went white.
Her scream would have brought forth every guard in the building, had she been in any room other than the Commodore’s Red Room.
Here, no one would dare enter.
No one would save her.
Jules could do as he wished…
And she wanted more.
Could feel the judders in her torso as he pumped his fist, hard and deep, and knew ecstatic sensation.
Came, and came, and came, and came, for what felt like hours as he laved her clit and fisted her into nothingness.
Not even Jacques could touch her while she flew in that bliss.
And Jules held her there, nurturing her freedom from it all as she shook and came alive like a puppet on his arm.
Until he knew his Omega could take no more.
The feel of him slowly pulling his glistening, wet hand out of her core… the loss of such intense pressure left her insides quivering, a strange emptiness in its wake. A swollen fullness too.
She would be sore.
Running the pads of his slick-coated fingertips over her soft flesh, Jules worked not to stimulate further, but to soothe. He left tingles on her flesh as he pulled her into his arms, grounding her back in her body, kissing her temples, and rocking her gently.
This must be what resurrection after death felt like. Safe, quiet…
Cradled.
Looked upon with adoration by a man who could do literally anything to her in that moment, and she’d be unable to resist.
“I can’t—”
“Shh, you don’t need to talk right now.” Grin in full effect, Jules, the male who never emoted, let her see far more of him than ever before. He was pleased… with her… with himself… with them. “Give yourself some time to come back.”
She didn’t know what she liked more. The magic his hand had worked inside her, or the feeling of his arms as he made her feel safe.
As he comforted her, as he whispered sweet things to her.
She’d never let another person comfort her this way. It wasn’t the way things were done in Beta Sector. It wasn’t something she’d ever known she’d needed.
And it had been entirely one-sided, for her benefit and hers only.
Not that Jules wasn’t hard. He was, the heat of his cock throbbing at her hip. The scent of his arousal tickling at her nose.
Engorged.
Testicles drawn tight to the sides of his ringed shaft.
Male desire loud and heady as it pulsated through their link.
She could feel how badly he wanted to cum, and understood that Jules denied his grinding, excruciating, ravenous need… for her benefit.
Because she had already felt too much.
His black sea of writhing sin, in all its ugliness, held itself at bay.
The face of calm, his control formidable.
Thick erection right there, purple with need, aching for touch he would not ask for.
But she could choose to give it.
After all, Jacques had taught her how to caress a man’s cock. Even Jules had put her hand on him the night before.
She could…
Dared, slipping her little hand lower, knowing nervous anticipation, a touch of fear she might disappoint. He knew sexual secrets she could not even guess at. Had just tricked her body into accepting his entire fist.
How hard could it be to pump her hand up and down his shaft?
Men enjoyed this. Jacques had made her do it so many times.
Female fingers wrapping around the base of the Beta’s ringed shaft. Veins pulsed beneath her touch when she gave him a firm upward stroke, his foreskin scrunching up his swollen glans.
Cock jumping in her fist when she moved her hand back down.
His serene expression shattered, his lips parting on a throaty groan.
“Gods, Brenya, don’t stop,” he urged, voice uneven, staring at her little hand on his leaking, throbbing dick with unadulterated obsession.
Pace more confident, her heartbeat gained speed, his excitement feeding her desire to show him she too could please him.
Brenya listened intently for every hitch in his breath, indulging in the thrill of making the Beta feel good.
Of leveraging her body to push him back upon the pillowed nest so she might kneel over him, both hands free to play.
Fearlessly exploring the shape of him. Jules’s every groan enticed her to grow bolder, Brenya toying with the ridges that ringed his cock, gently cupping his testicles, rolling them about gently in her palm.
A bubble of sticky precum formed on the tip, fat, gelatinous ropes that clung like glue, beading on his skin before dripping down the side of his cockhead.
Brenya gathered slick from between her legs to smear over his meat.
Firm pressure down his length left him panting.
Using her thumb to toy with the flesh on the underside of his crown, he dribbled sticky seed like a faucet.
Two hands twisting about him, and he lost another measure of his godlike control.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.” He stared transfixed at her fingers wringing his slick-shined dick. “You touching me, your soft hands….”
“Is it good?”
Jules’s moans grew louder, the intensity of his eyes undeniable as he reveled in the pleasure she provided. “Can you feel how hard you’ve made me, Brenya?”
“Yes.” She was shameless, unable to think beyond the pulsation of the veins under her grip and the constant dribbles of Beta semen.
“I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” Jules warned in a voice thick with desire, his hips twitching as he bucked up into her firm grip.
The desire to see it, to watch semen burst from the swollen fat head of his cock, left her salivating. “I want you to. I want to watch.”
That did him in.
An incoherent moan escaped Jules’s lips just as the first glob hit her tits. Then another and another, splattering her belly and breasts in viscous white ropes while he groaned and shunted into her fists.
It was extraordinary to behold, the fluid itself nowhere near as copious or runny as Alpha cum. But firm, sticky to the touch, as if designed to cling where it fell. She milked him for all he had, painting his cock with those slimy globs until he could take no more.
And then she stared at what she’d done.
Guiding Brenya’s hand off his softening cock, Jules kissed her hard. Breathless and satisfied, as he breathed over her lips. “That was perfect. You’re perfect.”
A strange sensation flickered inside her as she soaked up his praise. It was the first time she’d been truly praised for a sexual act, Jacques having so rarely been pleased with her performance.
It warmed her, made her shy. Made her blush. Two sensations she didn’t fully understand.
“And cute. You’re very cute, Brenya,” said as he pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose and pulled her close for a cuddle.
Unable to bear further eye contact, she pressed her cheek against his chest, while her fingers toyed with a glob of his cum. Stretched the spermy rope, found it would not snap.
Why?
Why was this thick semen different than watery Alpha semen?
Rubbing it between her forefinger and thumb, analyzing, she compressed and bounced it over and over.
With a perverse smirk, Jules enjoyed watching her play.
And then he explained what every Thólosian would have been taught in sex ed. “Beta ejaculate is highly concentrated, designed to thickly coat the cervix and vaginal walls of a female. To create a barrier. That is why it looks and feels different and is lower in quantity than an Alpha’s.”
“Why?” An innocent question, its indecency beyond Brenya’s grasp.
“An average Beta male’s sperm count upon ejaculation is in the tens of millions.
The usual copious volume of Alpha ejaculate may have less than a few hundred thousand sperm.
Alphas are practically infertile, so they produce more fluid, and knot to prevent competitors from inseminating desirable females.
They form pair-bonds. Yet, despite their size, their cultural supremacy, their pheromones, and ability to daze an Omega with a purr or growl, it is almost impossible to overcome Beta semen once it has been deposited. ”
Deposited?
A chill crept over Brenya, the memory of Jacques’s determination to cleanse Jules’s ejaculation from her bowels after all three of them had been pair-bonded. How Jacques had hurt her to do it, bartered a meeting with Annette, if Brenya would only hold still.
The pain of an Alpha’s oversized cock up her ass, the agony of Jacques’s cum ballooning her large intestine. How the man had promised it wouldn’t hurt, but it had.
And then she’d been shamed into running for the toilet to evacuate her sperm-filled bowls while Jacques watched and delighted.
The same Alpha trying desperately to seep back into her thoughts. “Brenya… do not trust the Beta!”
This time, it was as if Jules Havel heard it too.
Taking her chin, the Beta urged Brenya to meet his gaze, and he seemed to read every last one of her secrets in a single, prolonged stare.
“Jacques Bernard cannot remove me. Ever.” As if to prove a point, Jules used his fingertip to scoop up the larger globs of cum on her breasts.
After showing it to her, Jules unceremoniously carried it between her thighs.
Pushing his finger deep into her pussy as she gasped, the Beta smeared his spend right over her sensitive cervix, dead serious as he declared, “Even if he were to steal you away, I am so deeply inside you already that any child conceived before I could get you back would be mine. Remember that.”
“Steal me away?” Brenya blinked up at him, grimacing from his finger probing her overly sensitive vaginal canal. Around her thoughts, his black sea began to move, to creep up over her shores as if pressing her into a corner. “He’s in prison. You promised—”
“He will try.” Jules softened his expression, gently removing his fingers to trace the last remnants of his cum over her parted lips.
“Should that day come, swear to me you will not break out of the Dome like you intended to the night you tried to free me. The air may be clean of Red Consumption, but predatory animals no longer possess a natural fear of humans. You would not survive long unprotected. Swear you will obey me in this. If your only choices were to go with Jacques or with wilds, go with him and trust me to come for you.”
The moment had been ruined, her calm, her peace, her sense of pride in his praise, all spoiled with a few unwelcome words. “Don’t talk like that. I would euthanize myself first.”
The hand that came around her throat then… it was different than the way he had taken her neck the night before. It was dangerous, lethal, but careful as he rolled their bodies so she was beneath him, the Beta looming over her.
Limpid, feral eyes met hers. “Don’t. Even. Think. It.”
Tears pricked her eyes, the whites showing, as she whispered, “You’re scaring me.”
“Good.” There was the killer of millions.
Right there, naked, holding her down, his hand on her throat to remind her which of them held all the power.
“If you were to die, I will not be held responsible for what would follow. And it would be terrible, Brenya. I will do terrible things. Remember that.”