Chapter 8 Varnlac
Is it his heat that's making him this masochistic? Or does he just like to push my buttons? He has no idea how easily I could go too far and genuinely hurt him or even kill him. My grip tightens on his hips. He's soft and pliable under me.
He presses back against me again. I can feel his hot insides pressing around my hemipenises. He's goading me. I know he is. But it's working. I told myself I wasn't going to break him. I don't want to hurt him in ways he won't enjoy, but he's really pushing his luck.
"I was hoping you'd fuck me unconscious so that I don't have to think about being in heat for a while." His insides get even tighter around me again. His skin feels like fire against mine, and the way he shudders at my tentacles is too cute.
I wrap my tentacles around him more tightly, sending one of them down his throat. He moans around it and grinds back against me. I hold his hips firmly against me. "Remember, you asked for this."
I shift to get a bit more leverage and thrust hard into him.
His body flexes to meet my thrusts and his moans are getting louder around my tentacle in his mouth.
The way he swirls his tongue around my tentacle, and sucks on it is always enticing, but now, with everything else, it makes me want to push him to his absolute limit.
I make the barbs on my upper hemipenis flare, and I coil and uncoil my lower hemipenis inside my little omega.
His insides tighten more around me, driving me to ram him even harder.
I feel the hot rush of slick inside him crash around my hemipenises.
His spasms are pulling me into him deeper, and I'm happy to oblige, leaning in hard.
I pull him up, pressing his back against my front, and remove my tentacle from his mouth. His eyes are slightly glazed over. He leans his head back against my chest. His breathing is erratic.
"Please," he mutters, those black eyes looking up at me. "Please keep going. It feels so good."
"You desperate little omega." I hold him tight against me and thrust up into him. I wrap a tentacle around his erect little penis, rubbing along and around it, and his body shakes.
I discharge a little electricity from the tentacles I have wrapped around his thighs and and chest. His body jerks and his insides squeeze around me. He ejaculates over my tentacle at the same time as a fresh rush of slick floods inside him.
"Fuck… oh fuck… yes…" His eyes flutter closed and his hands tighten around the tentacles wrapped around his arms.
I keep his hips pinned down against mine and thrust hard into his spasming insides, feeling the mix of his slick and my seed sloshing around. I slam in hard and release into him again.
"Mm… fuck…"
"We're not done," I growl. Holding him, I stand up and drop him onto the bed. I press down between his shoulders, pinning him to the mattress, and continue thrusting into him.
"Oh shit… mm… yes…" His moans and whines are getting less articulate and more desperate.
I lean in hard, extending my lower hemipenis, going in as deep as it can.
He screams something inaudible into the mattress.
His insides squeeze harder than before around me and his body is trembling beyond anything I've seen before.
I keep going, stirring up his insides harder than I ever have.
He wants me to break him, that's what I'm going to do.
"V-Varn'lac," he groans.
I lean down to speak into his ear. "This is what you asked for."
"Mm… Yes… Please… please bite me…" His voice has gotten so soft I almost miss the words. It's not what I was expecting. Maybe he was right about me underestimating what he can handle.
How can I resist when he begs like this? I sink my teeth into the soft spot of his shoulder on the opposite side from earlier. Some of his blood runs into my mouth. It's metallic. I run my tongue over the area, releasing some of the coagulating excretion from it to limit how much he'll bleed.
"Oh fuck. Oh yes…" His body bucks up into me.
I'm nearing my limit. I bite harder, releasing electricity into him from the tentacles around his chest, arms and thighs, and put every last bit of energy I have into stirring up his insides as roughly as I safely can.
He lets out a choked scream as his insides tighten around me and there's an intense hot rush of slick. I hold as deep inside him as I dare to push and release my seed again. I'm breathing hard when it finishes. It takes a moment for me to realize that Tristan's body has gone completely limp.
I feel for a pulse. There is one, and he is breathing, if a little more shallow than usual. Well, I didn't kill him. And I did rail him into unconsciousness like he asked. Of course, my knot is still swollen inside of him.
I pick him up and lay him on his side in the makeshift nest, with me lying behind him.
I hold him close and curl around him. For a makeshift nest this is surprisingly comfortable.
I could sleep like this, with my own little omega in my arms, my hemipenises buried in his tight heat.
I shouldn't though. I should wait for my knot to go down and pull it out and clean him up.
It takes longer than usual for my know to go down.
Nearly forty-five minutes. But Tristan stays asleep the whole time.
I clean up the mess. It's a lot, but I'm relieved to see there's no blood despite how I used the barbs on my upper hemipenis.
Maybe becoming an omega changes human physiology more than I first thought.
I'll have to read more of the early studies and run a few more tests… But not now.
I finish cleaning the mess and clean and bandage the bite marks on his shoulders.
I grab some fresh blankets to replace the soiled ones and wrap him in the fluffiest one.
I glance at the mattress. I'm exhausted now, and don't really want to re-dress the bed.
I curl around my swaddled omega, wrapping my arms and tentacles around him, and close my eyes.