FENN DRAX #3
We keep kissing the whole time. I tilt my head, once to the left, once to the right, finding pleasure in new angles, savoring every bit of him.
My other hand slides under his shirt, resting on his hip. I trace small circles on his skin, drawing little 's' shapes that wind their way up toward his ribs until I hit his tight, stiff nipples. I pinch one, while my other hand picks up the pace on his throbbing dick.
I know it, I can feel it almost in my own nervous system, that he’s getting close. His breath grows shorter, his skin hotter, his body locked in that specific tension that comes right before the explosion.
I slide my hand away from his nipple, circling his chest and tracing a line from his shoulder blade down his ribs.
My finger wanders along his spine in winding lines, going lower and lower toward his tailbone.
I feel Marlow lean forward into me, giving me access to the space between his ass cheeks.
And I follow the movement, the sweet plea, sliding one finger there with a very light touch, no pressure for now, just a lazy exploration of the pleasures to come.
I’ve never been with an alpha before, only betas and omegas.
My fingers probe the area with curiosity, unsure of what they’ll find.
The tissue is soft and delicate, more closed off than an omega's, similar to a beta's, but I also detect a hint of slick.
I let the moistened tip of my finger trace a few small circles around it.
Marlow lets out a hot gasp. Suddenly, he breaks the kiss and… falls back onto my bed!
For a second I freeze, but he's already arching his head back, his body sensually taut. I can't see his face, but his whole energy is sending a clear signal.
Following the motion, Marlow pulls his knees up and spreads them wide… a sweet gesture, so submissive, so reminiscent of an omega. He’s handing himself over to my sexual dominance completely willingly, like it’s only natural.
What I sense emanating from him, his entire sexual energy, is the opposite of the initiative typical of alphas; even this simple gesture, the way he offers himself to me, is a blatantly obvious plea for pleasure, and it makes my blood boil.
My other side is trying to fight again, whispering to me, Look at how he’s giving himself to you; take what he’s offering… But I ignore it and do my own thing.
Marlow’s crotch is completely exposed to me.
He's smoothly shaven, his solid manhood leaning over his flat lower abdomen, his well-formed balls drawn tight.
His hole is presented for my admiration, as if he wants me to stare, to study it.
The skin is pale pink and delicate, his entrance resembling closed lips.
I lean in and press a soft kiss right there, and Marlow lets out a sudden exhale.
"Lick me, make me come…" he murmurs.
His pleading turns me on even more, and I fully intend to do exactly that. With a gliding motion, I slide across his ring of muscle.
Marlow lets out a raspy moan. "Yes, yes, like that…"
My tongue swirls around his hole in gentle, sinuous motions, varying the pressure, gradually sliding into the hot depth.
I catch a very faint, sweet cherry taste to his slick. I hear it's rare for alphas to produce it, but Marlow clearly does. Maybe it's because of the therapies they undergo here?
I persistently massage his ring, which begins to swell and open slightly right before my eyes. It’s amazing how well I can feel him the whole time; his pleasure seems almost like my own. And so I build his bliss like a rising tide in the ocean, piling it higher and higher.
Marlow moans louder, shamelessly, his fingers clawing at the sheets.
"Please, yes, please," he whispers in a guttural voice.
I speed up my movements. My tongue slides, presses, pulses. Marlow’s hips lift slightly, almost pushing himself into my lips, nudging against me.
So I drive my tongue deep, and it's quite long; after all, I am a monster.
Marlow's moans grow louder, hot and frantic, his body jerking, his thighs tensing and straining.
"Please, please," he gasps… and I start to intensely tonguefuck him with fast, drilling motions. My tongue can serve almost as a medium-sized dick if I form it like this, so this works quite well.
His body arches into a taut bow, and then…
…I feel an echo of the shockwave in my own body.
Marlow is coming. A long, thick stream of cum shoots into the air in one, two, three… six massive spurts. Wow. I definitely wasn't expecting that much!
I feel a rush of joy, almost a sense of gratitude, that this beautiful man allowed me, a crude beast, to give him this moment of pleasure.
This is the point our eyes are finally about to meet, and a knot of tension grows inside me. I'm somewhat afraid of what I might find in his gaze.
I watch him take a deep breath. His chest rises and falls. From where I'm lying, I can only see him from below, his face turned toward the ceiling, his eyes fixed on the thin LED strips casting a warm golden glow.
Slowly, I rest my head on the inside of his thigh, still spread off to the side, my cheek pressed against his skin as I wait for Marlow's reaction.
At last, he slides a hand beneath his head and lifts it, angling his face toward me.
His cheeks are still flushed, rosy, his lips red, damp, and plump. He looks like sin made flesh. Finally, from beneath those long lashes, his crystal-clear minty eyes focus on me.
Silence stretches between us for a moment.
Then I quietly say, "Thank you… for letting me do this."
He's still breathing hard. His lips part as if he wants to answer, but I can see him hesitate, so I speak first.
"Would you… lie with me for a while? Just so I can hold you. I've never hugged anyone before. I want to know what it feels like."
Marlow blinks, clearly caught off guard, as though my words are almost impossible to believe. Then understanding flickers across his face. I guess it shouldn't be surprising that no one ever hugged the monster of Calsing.
"Of course," he whispers.
He lowers his legs, and I slide fully onto the bed. Moving closer, I ease in beside him and timidly wrap an arm around his waist, gently drawing him against me.
His dark-haired head comes to rest on my chest.
The scent of his cherry shampoo nearly makes me dizzy. With one hand, I softly stroke his back, slow and gentle, in soothing motions, my fingers eventually threading into his silky hair, and Marlow lets out a soft breath.
And then… he starts to purr! He can do it in his human form in a perfect way, and dear Fate… this feels incredible, putting me into an almost sweet, trance-like state where I drift into a calm, serene place and forget about the fucked-up world.
It’s as if something inside me is melting, finally coming undone. Holding this beautiful man in my arms, listening to his relaxing purr, is the best feeling I’ve had in years, maybe since I had to run away from my parents’ house surrounded by cherry orchards.
To my amazement, even the other side of me has gone quiet. Still. Peaceful.
Instead of demanding more, urging me toward sex, it seems soothed too. Even though I never came, even though my body is still burning with need, that wild, cruel, monstrous part of me has fallen strangely silent. Just being close to Marlow satisfies something inside it.
His fingertips rest against my bare chest. I can feel them making small, teasing movements. His breathing has calmed, though not completely.
"This is so nice… just lying here," I murmur, because I can't keep it to myself.
I think he knows what I feel.
Slowly, his hand slides down my side until it finds mine. Our fingers intertwine.
A shiver runs through me.
There's something unbearably tender about such a simple gesture, a sweet understanding between us. He hasn’t only given me his body for pleasure. But something more; gentleness, so rare in my world, the feeling of closeness with another being.
For a monster, it’s a wonderful gift.
Unfortunately, our moment of bliss is interrupted.
I hear the distant sound of footsteps heading toward my room.
"Shit, someone’s coming," I mutter.
Marlow bolts upright immediately, his eyes still slightly hazy from the blissful state we had been basking in.
"They can’t find me here! They’ll start asking questions about how I got in!" he blurts out. "I need thirty seconds to shift!"
"Okay. Go to the bathroom. There’s a vent cover in there. Lock the door, take it off, and try to get inside after you shift. And be as quiet as you possibly can."
"Got it."
I shove the nail clippers I used earlier to pry open the vent into his hand, and Marlow is already on his feet and running for the bathroom. He closes the door at the very last second because I hear the beep of the code lock.
The person entering the room is…
Dr. Lee.
Oh, wow. Rather unexpected.
Fortunately, he’s a beta, which means he can’t pick up the scents hanging in the air that might make somebody suspicious. Even if he noticed a trace of semen on the bed, well, nobody can exactly forbid me from masturbating and making a mess on my down comforter.
Also, there’s very little chance he’ll hear anything coming from the bathroom.
"What brings you to my humble room-cell, doctor?"
Dr. Lee rubs his chin before walking over to the table and taking a seat. His dark eyes bore into me.
"I’ve wanted to talk to you about something for a long time. As you remember, I previously worked at the Beta Activation facility on Calsing Island. We didn’t have much contact, but even back then I had questions I wanted to ask you, questions the warden flatly refused to answer."
I stiffen immediately.
It’s true. Dr. Lee worked at the same facility where all the events that eventually landed me in prison took place, under the supervision of the warden, Sidorov. Still, I only saw the doctor a handful of times, and never for more than a passing moment.
He studies me for a few seconds, as though analyzing my reaction.