Thirty-six nights after meeting the General #2
"Have you been touched before?" he asked.
His voice barely above a whisper, gravelly and slow.
To my horror, I almost moaned. I held it in.
It came as a surprise to me, how easily we crossed a line we had not crossed before.
I knew he treated me differently from the omegas at court, but I did not expect such a sudden advance from him.
"You know I haven't, my lord." My voice sounded too high, too soft. Not certain enough. Not sarcastic, or teasing. Just breathless and weak.
"Good." His lips moved from my ear to my throat, that was now caught in between his hand and his face.
When he kissed my neck, I moaned. I could no longer hold it in.
His furs fell from my shoulders. My hands were stuck somewhere on my chest, squished in between the two of us, in my uncertainty of what to do with my arms. I cursed my own lack of experience, and the way I responded to him.
The dynamic we naturally fell into. The way it felt right.
“Alpha!” He opened the top buttons of my tunic, and my mind went into overdrive.
He pulled the collar down, and traced a line of kisses down my then exposed shoulder.
Why I did not expect the tension between us to lead to this, I did not know.
But I knew that this was a powerful man, and I was a lowborn from the Empire.
“We can't.” I could not just give myself to him, not knowing what his intentions were. He grabbed my chin, always slowly, softly, restrained in a way I was not. The hand on my thigh caressed me.
“We can’t, or you don’t want to?” he asked.
“We just can’t.”
“Shh,” he whispered. “Let go.” And I almost succumbed to it. "Stop thinking.” And his lips touched mine for the first time. “Leave it up to alpha.” Another barely there kiss. “Let me take care of you.” And my mind went blank.
A more fervent kiss. Bordering on aggressive.
Still slow, but stronger. Nothing like the touches I felt before.
When I gasped, he took my open mouth as an invitation.
I felt his tongue move against mine. It was like he was trying to wholly consume me.
And I responded, somehow. I suppose I didn’t do so very skillfully.
And he kissed so passionately that I almost forgot who he was.
How we knew each other. His hand moved up my thigh, to almost touch a place that made me remember.
I pulled away from him a bit. His eyes were crimson. His breathing was ragged.
“But I’ve never-” And he kissed me again, as if it would make me submit easily. Maybe it would. This time, once more, tender. Slow and soft. He took my face in his hands. His thumb caressed my cheek.
“Don’t worry, omega,” he said. “I’ll take responsibility.
” He spoke as if this was a grave matter.
As if I was a noble omega, worried about my standing.
As if my honour was to be defended. As if I wasn’t just a young man from the shore, who visits the lower town markets each week.
And it felt nice to pretend I was someone else.
Maybe even to imagine what I could become.
I could never return home anyway. There was tentative anticipation, in the way I fantasized, in the way I wrapped my arms around his neck.
My responsiveness was met with enthusiasm.
Two large hands grabbing me underneath my thighs, hoisting me up.
Practically launching me onto his lap. It was as if he was not aware of his own strength.
As if he did not know he could pick me up and throw me around whichever way he wanted.
I hoped he could not see me getting aroused.
I was so preoccupied with my own need, with the shame I felt because of it, that it took me a while to register the intimacy of our position.
My backside on his thighs, his hardness in between them.
It pressing against me. He kissed my clavicle and grabbed my behind.
And I moaned. How dreadful. He loved it, I knew he did from the smirk on his face.
“Feels good?” he asked. My face felt hot with embarrassment.
I could only imagine the shade of red I must have been.
I buried my face in his neck to hide it.
I was shocked when he decided that was as good a time as any to bite my neck.
Nothing too painful, nothing too permanent.
But he sucked and nibbled like it was his right to leave me bruised and purple for everyone to see.
His canines were surprisingly long and sharp.
I should not have been surprised of course, he was part werewolf.
It felt good. It should not have felt good, but it truly did.
And I wanted more. I needed something, god knows what, and I felt myself press my backside against his hardness.
I thrusted against him like that for a while.
My front against his abdomen. I heard myself let out a whimper, then a whine, and then a moan that bordered on a scream.
I was close to release, from practically nothing. It was horrifying.
Axel did not seem to think it was horrifying. His hold on my hips got stronger. It got so intense that I feared it might bruise. I clung onto him, my hips moving like the waves of the ocean. The low growls and rumbles that came from him echoing from his chest to mine.
“You sound pretty.” he said. I had never felt like this before, it was nothing like a heat.
There was someone here that I was actually longing for.
I wanted him to do all sorts of indecent things to me.
In my abandon, I admitted to myself that I was incredibly aroused by how big the General felt, pressing against me.
I was so close, I felt it building, when I was forced to hold onto Axel for dear life.
He picked me up like I weighed nothing, with his hands around my thighs.
He sat me down on his desk. The wood was hard and uncomfortable, but I was too far gone to care.
There were sure to be important scrolls, perhaps even a book, somewhere beneath me, behind me.
He must not have minded. My tunic was fully opened.
My linen trousers were now riding low on my hips.
My hipbones were visible. If Axel pulled them down even more, I would be fully exposed.
It was indecent, inappropriate, and it was wholly unfair that the General was still fully dressed.
It was even worse that he prevented me from reaching climax.
My disdain must have shown on my face, because he smirked at me again.
Less mocking, though not fully without jest.
“You were going to come for me,” he said. I was mortified. I shook my head. As if he would believe me. He just laughed. “Patience.” It was a gentle command.
He pushed me onto my back, and there I was, splayed out on his desk, barely dressed.
He grabbed my legs and spread me open, positioning himself in between my thighs.
I half expected him to pull down my trousers and take me then and there.
But he never did fully expose me. Instead, he assaulted my chest. He sucked and bit and left marks all over me, like he had done on my neck.
He even licked my nipples, and it was all terribly humiliating. It felt so good.
“Alpha!” I moaned. He chuckled. He caressed me down there and I had never wanted to release so badly.
Separated by cloth, there was not enough friction, but there was enough to drive me mad with want.
I felt a sensation I had never felt outside of my heat, and even then, rarely.
A wetness from behind. Liquid trickling down.
A strong floral scent filled the room. I could see the exact moment he noticed it.
He stood still for a moment. He then held my legs up, and pushed them flush against my chest. I never even knew I could lie in that position, folded in half, with him hard against me, slick staining his trousers.
He thrust in a slow but steady rhythm, making me distressingly disappointed that we were still wearing clothes.
He stood behind his desk, in between my thighs, tall and broad and with firm hands on my hipbones.
His crimson eyes told me he was starting to lose control as well.
I could hear the sounds I was making, but I barely recognised my own voice.
I started to imagine what he would feel like inside me, just how big it would be.
Whether he could knot me like a full-blooded werewolf, whether I could handle that.
“You’re wet for me.” He bent down to kiss me again. The only feeling against my front was the fabric of my own linen trousers. And yet I could feel it coming up again. Closer and closer with each kiss, with each minute I felt him rutting against me.
“Good boy,” he said, and I couldn’t hold it anymore.
Without being touched, without any real friction, while he was holding on after minutes of it.
I moaned and my eyes rolled back. My mouth was open as I screamed alpha, or Axel, or both.
It was the best it ever felt. Glorious and shameful and so very humiliating.
I did not want to look at him. Confront him, to see what he thought of me now, whether he would make fun of me.
But I just heard him groan and he picked up his pace.
“You came for me,” he said. I let out a little whine out of embarrassment. I was spent and he rutted against me at an incredible pace, my head banging against a stack of books with each thrust. I was folded in half, with my legs up in the air. His clothed chest looming above me.