Chapter 16 #5
I feel so… light, yet so fulfilled. It really is not a fuck; it’s a slow, sensual glide, merging two bodies, with an extra layer woven into this.
He pulls back until he's almost out, and then slides back in, the friction of his skin against my slick interior creating a searing heat. It’s a rhythmic, pulsing motion.
In, out, in, out…
Every time he pushes forward, I feel him hitting a spot deep inside that makes my vision go white. Still, he's careful, mindful of the stretch, treating my body like something sacred.
He watches my face through the whole thing, his eyes tracking every flicker of pleasure, every twitch of my lips.
There's an emotional weight to it, a sense of bonding that makes me feel… seen, appreciated, cherished like never before, when I was just a dirty secret, a side piece, ready to be dumped whenever a suitable omega would show up.
And I know, however premature it may sound, he’s not just taking me; he’s loving me through this act alone, and this is a first for me.
He drives in and backs out, the sound of our wet skin slapping together filling the sun-saturated air, sending waves of electricity through my spine.
The ‘lovemaking’ aspect of it is intoxicating; I want it to last, to bask in being precious, but as the minutes pass, the energy between us starts to shift. The slow glides become slightly faster, as the pressure of our blood is rising. The gentle eye contact turns into something primal.
Fenn loses that cautious restraint, his movements becoming more powerful, more urgent.
He grips my hips, driving into me with a raw passion, I'm lost in the friction, the heat, and the sheer size of him filling me up.
We're crashing into each other like the tide against the shore, a frantic, breathless scramble toward the edge.
Finally, the climb is done.
It's too much, too blissful…
Shivers, sparks racing through my nervous system, bliss, ecstasy, all of it, well up inside me like a rising, cresting wave.
My body tautens and shoots like a bow; the climax hits, and it's explosive. I cry out his name, my tunnel clenching and pulsing around his dick in rhythmic waves, while Fenn lets out a roar that vibrates through my entire frame, his body shuddering as he spills into me, and there’s…
an insane amount of cum. It immediately starts to pour out of my hole with every fading thrust.
Wow, I’ve never seen that much even in porn, a whole river of cum! He must be producing at full capacity.
Fenn doesn't pull away immediately, just collapses on top of me, though mindful of his weight, burying his face in the crook of my neck.
We lie there in the grass, tangled and dripping with sweat, our breaths syncing up as the world slowly comes back into focus.
I hold him tight, knowing something has changed between us today. Fenn and I have crossed an invisible line.
What lies ahead?
As my thoughts drift, lazy and disordered, something begins to press into my awareness. And I realize what it is.
There’s a small crack in the perfection of our first time.
Deep down, I think I was hoping we’d experience the First Orgasm the way fated mates do, the one where their separated souls finally come together in a spectacular burst of electrical discharges, a once-in-a-lifetime event.
But… it didn’t happen for us.
Still, I close my eyes and refuse to let go of the strange hope that’s been stubbornly growing inside me ever since the day I touched him in the hallway. Despite the ‘he’s a purple alpha’ impossibility.
For now, I calm myself by coming up with all sorts of explanations.
Maybe it was the blockers, which are known to weaken the First Orgasm. Or maybe it’s just a shifter thing. Perhaps monsters don’t experience it at all.
Who knows. I’m keeping an open mind. You never know what might happen. Right?
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I return to my room feeling strange. Wonderful, but filled with a nagging sense of unease, faint tremors running through my entire body. I really did it. I slept with him.
Now Rupert and I are no different.
We both tossed the whole Alpha Activation program out the window and are simply doing whatever we want…
My entire body is still humming with pleasure. My hole throbs faintly, still remembering that intense stretch.
Lost in heated thoughts, I open the door, step inside, and stop dead in my tracks.
Rupert is sitting on my bed, staring at the television, but the moment I enter, his gaze shifts to me with an odd, intense attentiveness.
I didn't prepare what I was going to tell him, after all, I've been gone for quite a while. Still, I decide not to justify myself. I want to head toward the bathroom, but… he suddenly jumps to his feet and grabs my arm.
"Wait…"
I freeze, barely tolerating his touch.
His eyes lock onto mine.
"You fucked him?"
I stiffen. Wow, I wasn't expecting that directness.
"We may be taking regular blockers, but that doesn't mean I can't smell slick and semen. And his pheromones all over you! Come on."
What the fuck?
A hundred different responses instantly race through my head. Should I explain myself? Should I apologize for something?
Hell no. No fucking way am I explaining myself, especially not to him.
"I can believe you'd know something about that. You're quite the connoisseur, aren't you? Especially when it comes to other people's cum."
Rupert's jaw tightens; he slightly tilts his upper body toward me, and his nostrils flare; his pupils grow bigger.
For the first time since we met, his energy changes. It turns aggressive, sharp, and intense.
"That's exactly why I never wanted to touch you. Because I knew there was a real piece of work hiding underneath all that pretty facade."
With a quick twist, he spins me around until my back is pressed against the wall.
I could easily break free, but for some reason, I wait to see what happens next, what Rupert will say, how he'll act… whether he'll dare become even more outrageous. Him, of all people!
Let's see how it goes.
He presses himself against me, and I feel his furious breath against my ear, his entire body pinned to mine while my cheek rests against the wall.
He is sniffing around my neck, and I realize that if Fenn’s pheromones are indeed covering me, he may have a certain reaction, but I decide to wait a bit longer.
"From the moment I walked into this room, I knew this was a mistake," he continues, still sniffing. "But maybe there's still something worth salvaging here. You see, as you've already pointed out, I have certain… specific needs when it comes to sex."
I almost laugh at his claim that there's ‘still something to salvage’, but then I feel him pulling something from his pocket.
Unfortunately, I react too late… disregarding the danger.
My arrogance and the belief that I could get out of any situation because I’m stronger, or at least faster than the average alpha, turn out to be my downfall.
I feel an object press against the strip of bare skin between my T-shirt and my pants, and a violent electric shock tears through my body…
My spine snaps tight like a bowstring, and I almost collapse to the ground before Rupert catches me.
With one short shove, he throws me toward the bed, and in the next jerk, he rips my pants off.
What the hell?!
To my frustration, the current is still vibrating in my muscles. All I can manage is a long, pathetic whimper, and that's it. The shock dose I took was seriously heavy.
A second later, I feel Rupert tying my hands with something, and then he drops down between my ass cheeks. It hasn't fully sunk in yet because my brain is still a bit fried from the taser.
"What—what are you do—ing…" I manage to stammer out desperately.
"I'm going to taste it. I've never licked a mutant's cum before."
What a creep! I let out another whining protest. My body hurts, but he ignores my squealing and presses his face between my ass cheeks, his tongue greedily licking around my hole.
It's too much. I finally manage to get a bit more control over my facial muscles.
"Leave—me—alo—alone, you fucking per—vert!" I choke out.
But Rupert is too busy with the eager slurping, thoroughly licking my hole.
I try to roll onto my side despite the muscle pain, but in this position, I can't escape his weight. My only option would be to shift into a cat, but that would expose me. I can't let that happen, especially since we're on bad terms. He'd probably rat me out to Dr. Lomax.
"Leave me alone! Get off me!" I growl, my voice finally working again.
But it's useless. I try to roll again, to jerk away, to kick, but I'm flat on my stomach and his arms are pinning me to the sheets, my thighs trapped between them.
"Tastes delicious," Rupert mumbles, making sounds like he's licking a tasty piece of cake. I don't want to look at it. I just pray he doesn't take it one step further.
Then he lifts himself up and his face lands next to my cheek, his entire body lying on top of mine. I can feel his throbbing erection against my ass, even through his pants.
"Don't do this, Rupert," I say. For the first time, there's a tremor of fear in my voice. I feel genuinely terrified, and I hate this weakness of mine.
"Your hole is pretty stretched out. He has to be crazy big. You could probably take two guys like me at once right now."
"I'm begging you, Rupert," I blurt out, even though I despise begging him. In reality, I want to kill him. "Please don't rape me… please don't!"
My words seem to put a little bit of sense back into him. He slows down.
"It’s his pheromones, Rupert! You can smell them on me, and you’re reacting to them. You need to—"
He lets out a snort and says,
"Listen, Marlow. Technically, you entered this program as a varia and I'm a vector. You signed the waivers, so your hole is mine. You agreed to be bred! But I'm not a monster. I'll just rub against you a bit. You can handle that, right?"
I feel his naked manhood, hard and hot, pressing against my thighs and sliding along my crack. He angles it down toward my perineum, avoiding the hole, and starts rubbing against my skin.