SALT #6
And suddenly I feel his pelvis pressing flush against my ass. Eliano is fully inside me, finally bottoming out.
"Oh fuck," he murmurs in disbelief, his voice breaking. "You feel amazing, Salt. Like you were made for me."
Wow, I am so full!
It feels like some boundary has been crossed inside me, physically but also mentally, and I sense that the same thing is happening to Eliano. I hear his breathing becoming more ragged, louder, almost desperate.
"Oh my gosh. Oh wow, Salt…"
I start to feel it. Something deep inside me begins to spread, to force itself open.
"It’s a knot…" I gasp.
For a split second I want to beg him to pull out, and the next I want to beg him never to even think about it. Either way, it is already too late. I feel the massive bulb of his knot expanding about a third of the way into his length.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck… Comu potti succèdiri?!" (How could this happen?) Eliano mutters.
Everyone in ABO society knows that knotting between partners who have no emotional bond is almost impossible, so… The knot is proof that Eliano feels something for me. And disturbingly enough, it gives me far more pleasure than it should, way more than I am comfortable admitting.
There's, however, one other explanation. The True Mate thing. They can do it much more easily, even outside the heat… Nah, stop torturing yourself over it, Salt.
Pressing my forehead to the sheet, I pant, trying to regain some sense of control, trying to process everything and adjust to the massive pressure inside me. Joy tangles with shock.
I am also weirdly impressed that the condom holds, cheap and low-tier as it was. Turns out it is solid after all.
For a good minute we both breathe loudly and hoarsely. Because my head is hanging down, I feel like all the hot blood has rushed to it. I am dizzy, overheated, like my veins might explode.
"Start moving. Fuck me with the knot."
"Shit, are you sure? That could be intense…"
"Yes. I want to know what it feels like. Do it."
With very slow movements, Eliano starts to thrust, and I realize almost immediately that this is far more than I expected.
Far more… pleasure than I ever dared to hope for.
The knot is expanded right at the level of my prostate, which means every movement grinds against it intensely, and the added length of Eliano’s cock, stretched even further by the knot, lets him reach the sensitive, closed entrance of my womb and… massage it.
So now I am being stimulated in two wonderful places at once, and my vision literally goes white.
Within seconds, my body is wracked by an orgasm unlike anything I have ever experienced.
"Fuck! Breeding orgasm!"
Yeah, I actually blurt it out, because I have to share this revelation with him, so I push through the cringe. My entire body shakes like I am being hit by a powerful electric current, my spine arching into a deep curve as if molten lava were being poured along my vertebrae.
"Fuck me!" I cry. "Don’t you dare stop!"
Eliano keeps thrusting, and suddenly I understand what heat must feel like for omegas.
The ‘subtle’ beta heat part is moved to the side! Now I’m being hit with wild intensity, with these torrenting waves of orgasm crashing one after another.
My body races toward another climax, then barely two minutes later, another one.
"Damn!" I cry out, dissolving into a messy mix of screams, moans, broken AO calls, and desperate pleas, and to my horror, words like:
"Oh God, I love this, love you."
That one slips out without my consent, like my body hijacked my mouth and locked my brain out.
"Fuck me, keep fucking me," I beg, desperately hoping he didn’t catch my accidental confession, one I’m not even sure is real or just the way my emotions are spiraling right now, like a door cracking open between us onto something more.
Eliano keeps plowing me. He acts like he did not hear it, or maybe he just blames it on what a good fuck does to your head. Everyone has heard that confessions made right after an orgasm should not be taken too seriously.
I feel rivulets of sweat running down my chest, over my throat, onto my face. My hands are clenched tight in the sheets, trying to stabilize myself, but it barely helps when he keeps thrusting and my entire body is shaking and swaying in midair.
I have no idea how long it lasts. At some point I lose all sense of reality.
Everything blurs into one massive, ongoing orgasmic wave that keeps tearing through me.
Slowly, half-coherent, I realize it is ending, probably only when I feel the pulsing of his knot and understand that he is coming again. This time it is even more intense.
So I pant and gasp and let it roll over me…
In the end, I feel the knot begin to shrink, to ease.
It comes with a sense of near disappointment. I want to keep him, I want more, but maybe for a first knot it cannot last longer?
Eliano slowly collapses onto me.
His wet, sweaty body rests against my wet back, his damp cheek pressed to mine.
We must be disgusting, sticky with sweat and cum, but I do not care. I still pant, trying to regain balance in my body, trying to recover the old version of Salt who had no idea what sex, pleasure, or bliss even was.
Those damned two voices are back.
The old Salt’s voice yells at me from the edges of my mind, trying to pull me back to the state where my escape plan from the island was still my top priority, not falling apart in a cascade of breeding orgasms.
Yes. My plan. Remember it, Salt?
But the other Salt’s voice, the treacherous one who has been soaring through pink clouds for the last long minutes on waves of orgasms, is growing stronger inside me, and he is starting to demand that I do something unthinkable.
What?
Tell Eliano everything!
Pull him in. Ask for his help. Do it together.
I drift in and out for a while, falling asleep and waking again, Eliano still sprawled over me even though his knot has fully receded.
Eventually he rolls off to the side with a wet, obscene sound. Our bodies were literally stuck together.
And then I remember that in two days I have an appointment with Dr. Lee.
A sudden idea hits me.
"Turn the condom inside out and pour everything back into me."
"What?" Eliano sounds like a man dragged out of deep sleep and splashed with cold water.
"Exactly what I said. The doctor needs to find something during the exam."
"Wow," Eliano murmurs sleepily, his hand still resting on my wet back. "You think of everything."
I arch an eyebrow. "I have to, because I don’t feel like being raped by Drax."
It kind of stirs Eliano from his daze. He grits his teeth. "I’d kill him before I let him lay a hand on you."
Silence falls, and I bask in the warm glow that sentence gives me.
Dear Fate, I am a little pathetic, but his protectiveness does something indecent to me. It sparks a mix of rebellion and erotic bliss, something primal, that feeling of being valuable to someone. Wanted. Precious.
Eliano does not need any more convincing. He sits up and slides the condom off his cock.
Then I suddenly ask, "Was it your first knot?"
He makes a snorting sound. "You bet. I told you the truth. I never had sex before."
"How… was it?"
"Oh, such an awful experience."
With a sharp movement, I roll from my stomach onto my side and fix him with a hard stare.
Eliano bursts out laughing and gives me a loud smack on the ass. "Relax, baby. That was fucking amazing." He winks, and I stick my tongue out at him.
I flop back down onto my stomach again.
He gently parts my ass cheeks and spreads my opening a bit, and I feel a sudden warmth flood my channel.
It sends a shiver through me, strange and pleasant, as streams of seed slide deep into my body.
"How does my little star look now?" I mumble, heat blooming in my cheeks. "Probably not so pretty anymore…"
Eliano gives a sharp scoff. "You have to be kidding. It’s the embodiment of eroticism. I’m claiming it for myself. The way it opened like a flower is… my masterpiece."
It is a good thing he cannot see my face in this position, because I am grinning like an idiot into the pillow, my cheeks burning bright as peonies. Why do I want him to be in love with my little hole? It’s silly… still, it’s true. I do want it!
Eliano leans down and presses a soft kiss to my swollen, open folds.
Gosh, that feels good. So good, too good. I could keep it, like a memory stored in a special folder in my mind, where I hide my dearest keepsakes, and be able to return to this moment when the dark days come.
Then the thought crosses my mind that the sex would have been amazing without a condom. But I am not willing to risk that.
There’s still that odd chance that we might actually be True Mates. I can no longer rule it out, and if that’s the case, I’d have to abandon my plan. I couldn’t risk Eliano’s life for my revenge. I might be an asshole, but not that big of one.
Ehhh, something has changed in me.
A part of me still clings to the original plan, but… with a twist. The rebellious voice has already decided I am going to pull Eliano into it.