Chapter Three
SAHEIME
Thirty minutes later, Brooke emerged from the bathroom looking better than when I’d retrieved her. After she was finished throwing up, she’d taken another shower. The towel was wrapped around her hair and she was wearing my shirt.
“Feeling better?” I asked.
“For now. I can tell it’s not done.” She looked at me with a weird expression that I couldn’t read.
“Yes?” I asked.
“Trying to figure out how we went from being strangers to you tongue fucking me in the air.”
“Do you always use such vulgar language?” I asked her.
“Yeah. I say what I need to.” She shrugged. “That bother you?”
“Just not appropriate for a queen.” I said simply.
“Good thing I’m just a little ol’ Omega then.” She scoffed.
“Maybe.” I cleared my throat. “Can I look at your body?”
“You’ve seen enough of me.” Brooke stepped back as if I was going to hurt her.
“No, I’m looking for a mark.”
“What kind of mark? What did you do to me?”
My shaft began to ache and I sighed. Her heat was blooming again.
“We don’t have much time after your shower. I need to check you.”
“I’m fine. I don’t have any marks.”
“This one you wouldn’t be able to see. Only I can.”
Brooke snorted. “Does that line work with all the girls? Your face has already been in my crotch, and from the way my body is becoming more aware of yours, you’ll probably be inside me too.
Do we have to make this any more awkward by letting you pull out a magnifying glass to search for clues to something only you can see? Let’s be real.”
“No,” I gritted, fighting for control because I could easily scent her arousal. It was coming back with a vengeance. “I need to see if you’re my mate.”
“Mate?!” But then a wave hit her so hard her knees buckled.
I caught her easily enough, and brought her back to my table.
“You’re going to fuck me this time aren’t you? You’ll have to. I couldn’t smell you like I can now. It’s like my body wants to imprint on yours.” Brooke was pulling at the shirt that she was wearing like it was irritating her skin.
“The oral stuff was just to get you to clear your head. We both know what’s going to happen, Brooke.”
“No! I don’t…” her hips bucked off the table and her legs parted sending a call that I couldn’t ignore.
All that training for control went out the window as I began removing the rest of my clothes. I needed inside her now.
“What in the world is that?!” Brooke said as she looked between my legs.
I looked down, wondering what she meant. I knew human men had penises.
“I don’t understand.”
“Why is it covered in flowers?” She asked.
“They’re not real. Just raised skin to help mating.”
“No, your junk is covered in moonflowers. I’m not putting that inside me. What if you sprout seeds and leave them inside me?”
I smirked. “That’s exactly what mating is. My seed inside your garden, wildflower.”
“That’s not…” She doubled over in pain, gripping her stomach. “Fuck!”
My shaft began dripping, ready to sooth her.
“This is not happening…”
“It definitely is…” I slipped my fingers between her legs and stroked her clit. “And now because I’m offended, you’re going to beg me, little one.” I sighed in content, because there was no fighting it for either of us. “Beg me to put my floral covered shaft inside you.”
“And you call it a shaft?” She groaned. “That’s almost as bad as penis. They sound clinical and innocent.”
“Are you not innocent?” I asked her, concern lacing her features.
“A virgin? Yes. But that’s a given. You’re not. The way you tongue fucked me already told me what I needed to know.”
“I’ve practiced on fruits to become more skilled. Classes back home teach us the anatomy and how it all works. Simulations prepare men for their mates. We don’t explore other bodies before that. Especially someone of my candor.”
“Candor? What are you a fucking king? Prince?”
“We call it something different, but for the sake of time, yes.”
I spread her legs wider so I could watch her body prepare for me. Slick was everywhere, making it nice and lubricated for me.
“I’ll explain the way my anatomy works.” I said inching forward.
“Cock, dick, even erection. Not shaft or penis. Please don’t make me regret this.”
“What do you prefer, wildflower? I’ll tell you whatever you need to hear to get you off.”
She swallowed. “Dick…”
“Where would you like my dick, little one, hmm?”
“Inside my pussy.”
“I like cunt.” I used my shaft to stroke her clitoris.
“That sounds dirty.” She gasped at the contact.
“Much like dick, hmm?”
“Point… proved…” She was panting.
“Well, when my more dick slides into your cunt, the moonflowers raise to press into your walls to fill you. Feel?” I inched inside her and her eyes widened. “Did I forget to warn you about the vibration? It’s how those flowers fill your dripping cunt fully.”
“They’re going to make me explode!” She shouted.
“No,” I groaned, arching inside her. “They’ve attached to you like a suction cup. So when we move, I rocked inside her and her moans immediately followed. “There’s a tighter seal. It prevents my mate from breaking free during a rut.
“Your eyes…”
“Yeah… I feel them.”
“They’re silver, and bright.” Brooke closed her eyes. “You feel so good.”
“No, wildflower, you feel good.”
I leaned over, angled her head upward so I could kiss her full mouth. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I slid my hands into her wild curls. I moved back and forth inside her, angling my strokes downward where she seemed to favor.
Her canal was so warm and wet, welcoming me with every stroke. Slick made it difficult to not come prematurely. Like oil, it made the experience slippery. I glided inside her as if she was made just for me. And I thought it to be true, but only that mark could confirm it.
The sound of our rut echoed off the walls, permeated the air, and pulled me further into the act.
She was beautiful as she laid there and took everything I gave her.
Her face contorted as pleasure assaulted her.
She was so caught up that her moans and cries were silent huffs of air escaping her mouth.
“You were made to take all of me, wildflower.” I said.
“What?” She said. “I can’t understand you.”
“You feel so good, almost as good as you taste.” I continued. “I can’t wait to see you take my seed. You’ll do that for me, yes?”
“Saheime… English, please.”
“Say… yes.” I groaned out.
“Yes! Please!”
“You want more? For me to lose control inside you? I could let go and show you exactly what you do to me.” I said.
“English!”
“Say… yes…” I growled. I gripped her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck.
“Yes…” she whispered, before swallowing.
“That’s it…” I said in English. “Keep pleasing me.”
“Oh, yes!”
“Mmm… Take. More.”
“Yes!”
My movements sped up, and I used my free hand to grip her hip, pulling her into each stroke.
She went from dripping to showering me in her essence.
Her eyes were closed and she accepted everything that I gave her.
No matter how brutal I was. It’s like the friction made her submit to me, offering whatever I wanted.
I took the opportunity to remove her shirt. Then I pulled each of her nipples into my mouth, nipping the tips of them before switching. Her moans grew louder and I continued.
“Saheime! Please don’t stop.”
“See, I said you'd beg.” I said before opening my mouth wide to pull as much of her breast as I could inside. Then I sucked.
“Please!”
Her body milked me, pulling me into a haze of lust. I needed her almost as much as she needed me. I held her close, still feasting on her breasts. Her cries were encouraging, her canal weeped slick filled tears, and my canines burned, needing to bite her.
This wasn’t any ordinary person. This was the Omega that I was supposed to be with forever. No matter what I wanted to think, all of the biological markers had already declared her to be my one.
But where was her mating mark?
Now wasn’t the time to look, not that I would if I could. I was too busy enjoying Brooke.
Brooke dug her nails into my shoulders as she started coming, I hissed, unable to deny how much I loved her marking me.
Then she began riding me from underneath, trying to reach her climax on her own.
She took more of me into her, accepting all of me, and continued on.
She tilted her hips angling me where it felt best. Brooke pulled me as close to her as I could and she bit down on my chest as she came.
I roared loudly, following her own orgasm with mine. I tried to stay upright, because my mouth began moving. It was something ancient and true. It came out in Elvish dialect. My vow to Brooke:
“Before the stars, I knew you.
Before time, I sought you.
Before my first breath, my soul reached for yours.
Take my heart, for it has never belonged to another.
Take my strength, that it may shelter you.
Take my name, that you will never stand alone.
Where you are, I am home.
Where you endure, I endure.
When this life is ash, I will find you again.
You are my beginning.
You are my forever.”
“As you are mine.” Brooke said.
“You can understand me?” I asked, looking down at her.
“I don’t know how, though.” She looked up at me, but this time she didn’t question my words to her. “So it’s true? We’re mates?”
“I couldn’t rut with anyone other than my mate, wildflower. It’s the way my biology is wired.”
I tried to stand and realized that we were stuck together.
“My knot.” I motioned between us.
“I can still feel you coming inside me.” Brooke smiled up at me.
“Now will you let me see if I can find the mark?” I asked her.
Brooke nodded and I tried my best to look over her body.
“Why aren’t you marked?” I mumbled as I continued looking. I started checking weird places like her underarms and behind her knee.
“Ouch!” Brooke said when I lifted her leg and tried to push it back so I can see. “I’m not that flexible where my legs go behind my head.”
“Sorry.” I sighed. I was confused, because where in the hell was it?
We waited patiently for my knot to go down. When it did, I stood and picked Brooke up. She was covered with her sweat, mine, her slick, and my cum.
“You don’t have to do all this.” Brooke said.
“I want to.” I did, but also genetics kept telling me to take care of her too. What other way is there to be a good mate?
I ran water in the tub, making sure it wasn’t too hot or too cold.
“I feel like I’ve taken seven million baths tonight.” She chuckled.
“Not quite that many.” I smiled, looking down at her. “Now, let me wash you.”
I lathered up the wash cloth and set to washing her body. I even massaged her feet after cleaning them.
“How tall are you?” Brooke asked me.
“7’11”.” I said easily.
“If I were to judge your height, the way your ears are pointed and curl on the end, the moonflowers on your dick, and the flawless skin that you have underneath your tattoos, I’d say that you’re an Elf.”
“You’d be correct.”
“An Elf that tattoos.” She snorted. “That’s new. You also said you’re a king?”
“Partially. My father is the king, but he can’t step down until his son is mated.”
“So if we mate–”
“When. When we mate.” I corrected, trying not to show my offense. “Mark or not, you’re my mate, Brooke. I’ve helped Ω11 rescue dozens of Omegas and I’ve never been affected by any of them. Don’t you think this is telling enough?” I asked.
“You have a point. It’s not a coincidence that I’ve never been attracted to any other male, but…”
“But… go on, wildflower. Tell me what you see.” I prompted her.
“Your blonde hair is perfectly golden, even the wisps that have broken free from your ponytail. I’ve never thought men with longer hair were sexy. But on you…”
I raised my eyebrow.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way. Plus, you have tattoos all over. Your chest, arms, back, up the column of your neck.” She held her breath and then groaned out the air that she was holding.
“Wildflower, do I make you hot?” She couldn’t lie because she was perfuming the air again.
“All over…” she panted. “Your arms are so big.” She rubbed her hands over my shoulders and down my arms. “The way you carry me like I weigh nothing.”
“You’re so petite. How else would I carry you?”
“I’m a thick girl, what do you mean petite?”
“I’m over two feet taller than you. Yes, you have more curves than Elvish women, and you’re much shorter than them, too. However, you’re not heavy.”
“Not even when I was…” she touched my lips and let her fingers linger. “Here?”
“Especially not then. I loved you bouncing on my face.”
“Saheime…”
“Yes, wildflower?”
“You’re hard.” She looked down at my erection.
“Your heat is calling me, again.” I ran the wash cloth over her nipples. “We should finish quickly before it’s too late.”
Brooke nodded hurriedly.
I washed her shoulders and moved to her back–
“Isn’t that the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen?” I sat back to admire her mark. “Its incredible.”
“What?” Brooke looked over her shoulder at me.
“I’ve found your mating mark.”
“What is it?” She asked, almost nervous.
“Let’s just say that there’s no doubt in my mind that you were meant to be my queen.”
I shook my head, understanding now why my father was so moved whenever he saw my mother’s mark. It was his to admire alone since no one else could see it, not even my mother. She could see his though. They were like two pieces of a puzzle, not complete without the other.
Now it made me curious about my own. With human eyes, Brooke wouldn’t be able to see it.
She’d have to wait until she was able to go to the Elven realm.
That posed a different problem that we hadn’t spoken about.
Would she want to leave everything in her world for mine?
I was told by Ω11 that she had performed at the venue that I’d taken her from.
Was she famous? Thoughts swirled in my mind at the same time that her scent became so heady that eventually everything rational vacated my head. It was time to service my queen.