Chapter 13 #2
"Preparing you," he says simply. "Learning your body. Finding every place that makes you scream with pleasure."
And they are learning. The vines map my skin with methodical thoroughness, cataloging every gasp and moan as they discover what makes me respond. When one finds the spot where my neck meets my shoulder, I arch desperately, and immediately three more converge on the area.
"Please," I beg as the sensations build. The pollen from the flowers is like an aphrodisiac, making every touch feel magnified. "I can't... it's too much..."
"You can take it," he says with absolute certainty. "Watch."
A vine trails down my stomach toward the place between my legs where I'm dripping with need. But instead of touching me there directly, it traces patterns around my inner thighs, coming so close to where I need it that I'm sobbing with frustration.
"Please touch me," I beg. "I need it so badly."
"Where?" he asks, though his golden eyes tell me he knows exactly where. "Tell me what you need, omega."
"My pussy," I gasp, the explicit word torn from me by desperation. "Please touch my pussy. I'm so empty, so wet for you."
"Such a good girl, asking for what you need." His voice is rough with barely controlled desire. "Let me give you exactly what you're begging for."
The vine between my legs finally makes contact, and I scream at the intensity of sensation. But this isn't a normal touch—the flower at the vine's tip releases something directly onto my clit that makes pleasure spike through me like lightning.
"What is that?" I sob as the sensation builds beyond anything I've ever felt.
"Concentrated fertility magic," he explains, his voice strained. "Designed to maximize omega pleasure during heat. Your body is going to respond in ways you never imagined possible."
He's right. The magic flowing from the flowers makes every nerve ending come alive, turning simple touches into almost unbearable pleasure. When another vine joins the first, sliding along my folds and coating them with more of the magical nectar, I think I might die from the intensity.
"I'm going to come," I gasp, my body already beginning to tighten. "Please, I'm going to—"
"Come for me," he commands, and the authority in his voice pushes me over the edge.
The orgasm crashes through me with devastating force, making me arch off the table as pleasure tears through my entire nervous system. But the magical nectar doesn't let it end—wave after wave of sensation crashes through me until I'm screaming his name and clawing at the table's surface.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, watching me fall apart. "Absolutely magnificent. But that was just the beginning."
Just the beginning? I can barely catch my breath, can barely think through the aftershocks still racing through me. But already I can feel my body building toward something even more intense.
The vines haven't stopped their exploration.
If anything, they've become more focused, more determined.
While I'm still trembling from the first orgasm, they begin working in perfect coordination.
One circles my clit with maddening precision while another trails along my entrance, teasing me with the promise of penetration.
"Please," I beg, spreading my thighs wider in shameless invitation. "I need something inside me. I need to be filled."
"Not yet," he says firmly, and the denial makes me whimper with frustration. "First, I want to taste you."
The words make me freeze. "Taste me?"
He notices my shock immediately, his golden eyes studying my face. "What's wrong, little omega?"
"Men don't..." I flush bright red, unable to finish the sentence. "In the human territories, men don't do that. It's considered... beneath them."
Something dark and possessive flashes in his eyes.
"Then human males are fools who don't deserve omega pleasure.
" His voice carries centuries of authority and absolute certainty.
"Most Fae alphas agree with your human territories—they consider using their mouths beneath them, a sign of submission to their omegas. "
"Then why—"
"Because the Vine Court is different," he explains, his hands stroking possessively along my thighs.
"We understand that feminine honey is the source of all fertility magic.
We drink from the well of omega pleasure because it enhances our power, makes our magic stronger.
What other courts see as submission, we recognize as the key to true dominance. "
The explanation makes my head spin with its implications. "You drink from...?"
"The nectar between your thighs," he says bluntly, making me flush even deeper. "Your slick, your release—it's liquid fertility magic, little omega. And I am going to worship it properly."
His words are shocking, explicit, but there's something in his tone that makes me understand this isn't just about pleasure. This is about magic, about power, about the very essence of what makes his court unique.
"I could make you come a dozen times with my mouth," he continues, "and you would still be the one begging and submitting. There is nothing submissive about controlling your pleasure so completely that you forget your own name."
Before I can respond, his mouth is between my legs, but the approach is nothing like I expected. Instead of immediate intensity, he begins with something that feels almost... ceremonial. His lips press gentle kisses to my inner thighs, his breath warm against my fevered skin.
"Let me show you what the Vine Court truly understands," he murmurs against my flesh.
The first touch of his tongue against my entrance makes me gasp—it's longer than any human tongue should be, thick and incredibly warm. He drags it slowly up my slit, collecting my slick with obvious appreciation, and I can feel every textured ridge along its surface.
"Perfect," he breathes against my clit, and I can hear genuine awe in his voice. "Pure fertility magic, concentrated and virgin-fresh. Do you feel that?"
I do feel something—a tingling that starts where his tongue touches me and spreads outward like warm honey. But more than that, I can feel how different he is. His tongue curves and flexes in ways that shouldn't be possible, finding spots along my folds that make me arch desperately.
When he pushes it inside me, I scream. It's thick enough that I feel stretched, long enough that it reaches places I didn't know existed. The way it moves is nothing like a finger—it curls and twists with its own intelligence, stroking my inner walls with perfect precision.
"Oh God," I gasp, my virgin channel clenching around the intrusion. "It's so deep, so thick..."
"Your essence is enhancing my power," he explains, his voice vibrating against my most sensitive flesh. The sensation makes me buck against his mouth. "Every drop of your arousal makes my fertility magic stronger."
He withdraws his tongue slowly, and I can feel every ridge dragging against my sensitive walls. The emptiness it leaves behind makes me whimper with loss. Then he focuses on my clit, using the tip to trace circles that make me writhe helplessly.
"This is why the Vine Court dominates through pleasure," he continues, punctuating his words with long licks that span from my entrance to my clit. "Because omega nectar is the source of all creation."
When he sucks my clit into his mouth, the sensation is indescribable. His lips create a seal around the sensitive bundle of nerves while his tongue continues its impossible movements, flicking and pressing in ways that make stars burst behind my eyelids.
The pressure builds quickly, but just as I'm about to tip over the edge, he pulls back. His tongue returns to my entrance, pushing inside again but deeper this time. I can feel it stretching my virgin walls, thick enough that there's a slight burn that only makes the pleasure more intense.
"Please," I sob, my hands fisting in the sheets beneath me. "Don't stop, it feels so good..."
But he does have mercy. His tongue begins moving in and out of me in a rhythm that makes me see stars, while his thumb finds my clit and circles it with perfect pressure.
The dual sensation is overwhelming—the fullness of his tongue inside me combined with the precise stimulation of my most sensitive spot.
When I come, it's with a scream that echoes through the laboratory. My virgin walls clamp down on his tongue, and I can feel it continuing to move inside me, prolonging the sensation until I'm sobbing with oversensitized bliss.
He withdraws his tongue slowly, and I can feel every ridge dragging against my sensitive walls. The emptiness it leaves behind makes me whimper with loss.
"Your essence is enhancing my power," he explains, his voice rough with arousal. "Every drop of your arousal makes my fertility magic stronger."
Then he focuses on my clit, using the tip of his tongue to trace circles that make me writhe helplessly.
"This is why the Vine Court dominates through pleasure," he continues between long licks that span from my entrance to my clit. "Because omega nectar is the source of all creation."
When he pushes his tongue inside me again, deeper this time, I can only gasp and moan in response. He can't speak with his tongue buried in me, but he doesn't need to - the way he moves it, curling and stroking with perfect precision, says everything.
His tongue works me with expert precision while the vines continue their assault on the rest of my body. They've found my nipples now, the flowers releasing their magical nectar directly onto the sensitive peaks while others trace patterns along my ribs and thighs.
It's sensory overload in the most perfect way. Every part of my body is being loved and worshipped simultaneously, and my omega nature revels in the complete attention from my alpha.
"I can't," I sob as another orgasm builds. "It's too much, I can't handle—"
"You can," he says against my pussy, then sucks my clit into his mouth with devastating pressure.