Chapter 7 Tristan
The longer I sit alone on this bed, the more bothered I feel. My skin feels too tight and the air is too cold and the robe feels wrong. My stomach is cramping and there's too much heat in my core for how cold my extremities are.
This bed is wrong. It's too tall and too open.
I drag all the blankets and pillows off onto the floor and create a sort of nest. What the Hell is wrong with me?
I feel a little less wrong curled up in the chaos of blankets and pillows on the floor.
I close the study I was reading about Thallan alphas and search for omega studies.
My symptoms are consistent with going into heat?
It didn't feel like this last time. How do I make it stop?
Oh, there are rut suppressants for alphas but no one's developed something like that for omegas.
That's unfair. I wonder if those are the pills I see Varn'lac taking every day.
Not important right now. Not what I'm looking for.
How do I make these 'heat' symptoms stop?
Nesting helps. Well duh, I figured that one out. Knotting. Oh. That explains why I didn't feel like this the first time. Varn'lac fucked and knotted me very quickly. Ugh, why did he have to be worried about breaking me now?
I don't know how long I stayed curled up in the blankets on the floor, but I can hear Varn'lac's footsteps approaching now.
"Tristan?" He walks into the room. He's not wearing his lab coat anymore, just his black pants.
His blue-grey skin is shimmering in this light, every muscle on his body standing out.
His four yellow eyes lock onto me where I am curled up on the floor.
I glower at him. It's his fault that I feel like this. Why does he have to look like some underworld god in this light?
His eyes widen. "Oh, you're in heat."
"Fuck off." I pull one of the blankets over my head. There's so much more slick running down my leg since he walked into the room.
A cold, slimy tentacle winds up my leg and presses into my hole without hesitation or any of the usual teasing.
Another tentacle winds around my waist and I'm pulled out from under the blanket.
I'm on my hands and knees in my makeshift nest and facing away from Varn'lac.
His tentacle inside me keeps writhing and pushing in deeper. The heat in my core is only building.
One of Varn'lac's hands braces near mine and the other reaches around to press against my abdomen.
He leans over me, pressing his cold, damp skin to mine.
I lean back against him. "You shouldn't be so rude, little omega, especially when your body is begging to be bred. " His voice is low and raspy in my ear.
"Fuck you. You did this to me." My voice is shaking. The tentacle around my waist discharges a mild shock. My mind goes completely blank for a moment.
"Didn't you say you would have agreed to becoming an omega, anyway?" His teeth graze my shoulder. Fuck I want him to bite me. I want him to hurt me and fuck me until I can't think or move.
"Fuck off. You still did this to me." I try to shoot him an annoyed look, but I don't think I manage it. I need him to knot me too badly.
"You're not very convincing." He sinks his teeth into the soft spot between my neck and shoulder.
"Ngh!" Heat tears through my whole body, way more intense than before. I bite back the sudden urge to beg him to hurt me more.
He laughs and leans away from me and I hear him removing his pants.
His hands grip my hips tightly and I can feel the heads of both his cocks pressing near my hole.
He gives a final thrust with the tentacle before pulling it out of me.
I don't have time to acknowledge that empty feeling before he slams both oversized cock into me.
It's so sudden I can't even make a sound. My elbows buckle. I can see the bulge in my stomach on this angle. Fuck, I still can't believe how much body stretches and gives in to this. I can feel every ridge and bump and barb inside me. It's already sending me over the edge.
A feral growl escapes Varn'lac as he leans over me again. "Your body is so compliant, my little omega." More tentacles wrap around my chest, arms and legs. They're intermittently discharging mild shocks, making my head spin and my body tremble. The rushes of slick are getting more frequent.
"Please, please, fuck me," I moan.
He laughs his deep feral laugh and thrusts hard and fast into me.
I can only barely hear the moans and whines tearing their way out of my throat as the heat in my core fills my entire body.
"You really do want me to break you, don't you?
" He punctuates his question with shock from his tentacle over my chest and the barbs of his upper cock scraping inside me.
I can't stop the flood of slick or the climax as it hits me hard again.
"Yes, fuck yes. Break me. Hurt me." I can barely believe the words leaving my mouth, but they're what I want. No, it's more than that. I need him to break me.
"You might regret that." He sinks his teeth into that soft spot again, his hands and tentacles all tightening around me. His thrusts are harder and his cocks are going deeper. They're slamming and scraping against everything in me. It's so much, and so good. I can hardly breathe.
"Oh fuck yes! Fill me, knot me!" I can't control the words tumbling out of my mouth. I need his knot, need to feel his cum fill me.
He growls a more feral sound than I've ever heard from him before. His bite gets harder, more painful, and it's sending me over the edge again. My vision blurs as his knot expands inside me and he releases so much cum inside me.
He's still biting my shoulder but his grip there has relaxed a little. I can tell he's breathing almost as hard as I am. It's somewhat satisfying to know that he gets as worked up and carried away as I do.
"You drive all sense from me, little omega," he mutters, finally letting go of my shoulder.
"Glad it's not just me." I smirk at him over my shoulder. The bite mark is bleeding a little.
"You're not too badly injured?" He runs his fingers over my body. He's checking for injuries, but it's just stoking the fire in my core. I grind back against him.
"Honestly, you could have been a bit rougher."
He takes a shuddering breath, visibly trying to regain his composure. "I'd like to keep you around for a while longer, and not kill you this way. At least not yet."
I roll my eyes. "You underestimate how much I can handle."
"And you underestimate how dangerous it is to push me." His eyes narrow at me.
"You keep saying that, but I haven't seen any real evidence of it." I grind back against him again.