RAGNAR #2
But my mind wins and I try to be gentle, I restrain myself, keep my movements slow and careful.
I turn him toward the window so he can lean on it, and I wrap my fingers around his erection.
He exhales when I stroke him, enjoying how thick and solid his dick is.
I’ve never been with someone like this before.
But then again, I’ve never slept with an alpha.
I’ve always gone for omegas and betas. So this is new for me in a way…
and that adds a whole other kind of heat.
His tip is swollen and sensitive. I circle my fingers around it, and Sun gasps again.
At the same time, my other hand slides back between his cheeks, my fingers inching into his hole.
Why does this guy turn me on so much?
It doesn’t make sense. Knowing what he’s been through, suspecting Anzo assaults him daily, should be enough to cool me down. But I just can’t stop. It’s too strong. Am I a horrible person?
My fingers massage his prostate now and Sun begins to make soft, sweet noises, similar to the typical sounds of an aroused omega, but I don't question it, I think it's cute, to be honest, and I doubt it's something he does consciously.
Sun starts rocking his hips back against me, restless and eager.
This time, I’m ready. Against my better judgment, I took a condom with me today, and it’s the right size. I tear open the packet, roll it on, and press against his tight pink entrance, stretching his petals, making him whimper. He got tight again, after yesterday, holding me like a vice now.
It’s scorching hot inside him. Narrow. Gripping. Incredible.
The fingers of my second hand keep skimming over his shaft in a delicate, tingling movement, then up his abdomen, tracing the shape of his abs, then…
up to his chest. I draw slow circles around his nipples, and he shivers, letting out these soft, shaky breaths.
His thick cock twitches in my hand, dripping pre-cum onto the floor.
Seeing red, I push deeper through his rim, finally sinking into him fully, his passage squeezing me, my vision blurring.
I do it this time too, my hand searches for the outline of my cock, pressing up against the inside of his stomach, creating a bump on his abdomen.
No denying, I love that feeling under my fingers.
I start to move right away, deep thrusts, but steady pace.
With each push, I feel the impact of my dick through the wall of his abdominal muscles.
I love fucking so deep, as it feels like breeding during heat.
Alphas’ and betas’ uterine entrance is tiny and firmly closed, located high, since their uterus is underdeveloped, but with the length of my dick, I’m actually able to reach it, to touch the small area in Sun’s passage that feels a bit different.
When I angle my dick just right, I can hit it with every move, even from the first thrust. Wanting to maximize his pleasure, I decide to go for it, not being bothered that it requires a bit more precise work.
Sun reacts quite intensely, gasping in shock.
Probably nobody’s ever done it to him before; it requires at least a ten-inch dick or a knot during heat, and it’s something Sun has never experienced, being an alpha himself.
Now, as I target it, he squirms, pants, moans, and produces a constant stream of cum, jetting from his dick in tiny eruptions every few movements.
With all of my nervous system, I sense how beautifully orgasmic his state becomes, as this immense satisfaction spreads through my own body, as my gorgeous lover gives himself to me, sharing the stimuli. God, he’s breathtaking.
"Fuck, you're breeding me!" he moans out.
I smirk, happy that I could give him some new experiences, but it also means my own pleasure skyrockets, and soon I need to stop, before it overloads. So I open my eyes for a sec, and then I squeeze my eyes shut again.
Seeing his wounded back cools me down, allowing me to draw it out a bit. And I just want to lose myself in his heat a bit longer, in how tight he is, how hot.
Sun’s micro-orgasms get more frequent, and in barely two minutes of steady, deep breeding, he makes a strangled sound and his dick finally ejects the main load.
He curses under his breath, apparently overwhelmed by the intensity of it.
I manage to hold off a bit longer, but it’s not easy while I’m riding every tiny wave of sensation coming from him, as if I were a participant in his blissful experience.
Every little shiver shooting from him reflects in my cock and disperses into my whole body.
When I get close again, I do the same thing. Open my eyes. Look. Remind myself of his fate, cool down, and then go back to fucking.
Another ten minutes pass like that. Sun seems absolutely in love with breeding sex: squirming, purring, whimpering.
Since it’s rare for betas and alphas to experience this kind of legendary intensity, he clearly tries to revel in every sensation, stretching out the ecstasy as long as he can.
He keeps groaning, and relishing a myriad of tiny orgasms…
It’s not until Sun comes with full power for a second time that I finally let myself dive into bliss too.
And it is a fall, full-on free fall. I empty myself into him—well, into the condom—shot after shot.
Fuck. It’s so good! What a relief. I don’t remember ever feeling this wonderful with anyone else. Why do we have such amazing chemistry?
Eventually, I pull out, slide off the condom, and hold it up in front of his face for some reason, so he can see. It’s so heavy and full, it looks like I hid a tennis ball inside. Don’t ask me why I do it. It’s just my thing.
Then I stash it in the plastic bag I brought just for this. Yeah. I guess I was subconsciously planning to fuck.
I step back, watching him closely.
And just like last time, Sun starts trembling.
Then he breaks! Starts sobbing.
Fuck, not again! Not again!
He’s still facing away, bent over, leaning on the window frame. I’m standing behind him, feeling a strange wave of anxiety. Not something I experience often.
If we were in a relationship, I would hold him, hug him. Stroke his hair, I think. That would be a ‘relationship’ thing to do, right?
But that’s not what this is. There’s no room for that here. It would only hurt more, make things so much worse.
So, I clench my jaw, wrestling with my own emotions.
Then I say, "I’m sorry I keep repeating it, but I can’t promise to save you, Sun."
"I know," he chokes out, wiping his nose and finally standing upright.
His beautiful face turns to me, still streaked with tear tracks. On the right side, I notice a red mark I somehow missed before, a slap from Anzo, the bastard.
"Hang in there, Sun. Maybe a miracle will happen," I whisper, hoping it will cheer him up a bit, but the next moment, he says something that makes my heart skip.
Sun exhales slowly and…
"You know, before Anzo’s present husband, Summer, his brother Moon lived here.
Summer claims Moon has certain… abilities.
He told Summer… that he shouldn’t kill Anzo.
If he did, the paths that lead to happiness for many people would be cut off…
" He trails off, then zips up his pants and walks over to the gazebo window.
Staring out, he adds, "If Anzo… being alive somehow benefits so many people, then maybe I just have to endure this? And quietly hope that I’m part of that prophecy too?" He lifts his eyes to me, searching for some sign that his belief isn’t foolish.
My chest tightens. Something wedges itself in my throat. What could I even say to him? That things were bad with Moon before I left for the army?
I used to come home from my bike rides and find Moon gone.
Our parents would be frantic, calling hospitals and shelters.
He’d come back after a few days, half-conscious, high, filthy.
What he did or where he went, we preferred not to ask.
But when the visions came again, flooding in, overwhelming, that’s when he’d spiral into madness.
He’d thrash around on the bed, sobbing, tugging at his hair. Then he’d bolt, looking for a fix. Over and over again.
While I was deployed, our parents found him a job at an animal shelter, and it saved his life. Being around abandoned, sick, often neglected animals gave him something to hold onto. He still used, but less. In a safer environment.
And then he met Anzo… and our lives shifted onto a whole new track. One heading straight toward catastrophe.
Should I trust Moon’s prophecies? I want to. I know he’s a rose omega, which means he’s predisposed to supernatural gifts. But can he control them?
I’ve read up on it. Abilities like his usually fall into two categories: spontaneous and trainable. The first kind flares up in moments of emotion, trauma, pain, or stress… The second kind develops over years, slowly and with discipline. You can train it, harness it.
Moon, in my opinion, had the first type. His visions came in bursts—random, chaotic, triggered by distress or in strange trance states. He couldn’t control them. He barely even understood them. At least at the time he lived with us.
But Sun doesn’t know that. And maybe that’s for the best? Because it gives him something he badly needs: hope.
I hesitate, then say carefully, "Yeah… there are people like that. If Moon had a feeling, then maybe this really will end well. Somehow," I whisper it, desperate to offer him something, even if I don’t have much optimism myself.
Sun presses his lips together and falls silent for a moment.