13. Kaelen
KAELEN
She's magnificent in her desperation.
I watch Lady Rosalind stir against me, her body seeking relief from the heat building relentlessly in her system.
Her skin glows with a fine sheen of perspiration, flushed pink from throat to breasts, and the magical markings I've awakened in her pulse with soft light beneath her translucent skin.
Her auburn hair clings to her neck in damp tendrils, and her lips are parted as she breathes in quick, shallow pants.
The temporary respite I provided earlier has faded completely, and now her scent carries the sharp edge of an omega approaching the breaking point.
But not quite there yet.
"Kaelen?" she whispers, her voice thick with returning need, green eyes glazed with arousal that makes her pupils dilate until they're almost black.
"I'm here," I murmur, stroking her hair as she presses closer to me with unconscious desperation. My antlers respond to her distress, beginning their telltale glow as pheromones flood the air around us.
"It's getting worse again," she says, her breathing already growing shallow. "I feel like I'm burning from the inside out. Please, I need?—"
"I know what you need," I tell her, fighting every alpha instinct that screams at me to claim her immediately. Before the Sundering, I would have. Any Fae alpha would have taken what his omega needed without hesitation, consequences be damned.
But Oberon's words echo in my mind: willing submission creates deeper bonds than forced compliance.
"Let me check," I tell her, my hand sliding down her body with practiced gentleness. "I need to see how close you are."
She spreads her legs without hesitation, trusting me completely even in her desperate state. When my fingers reach her core, I hiss at what I find.
She's soaked, her body producing the slick that will ease claiming, but when I probe gently at her entrance, she's still too tight. Still not quite ready for my size and knot, despite all the preparation.
"Please," she whimpers as my exploration makes her arch against my hand, her back creating a perfect curve that showcases her soft, full breasts and widened hips, her thighs spread open and slick. "I need you inside me. I need something."
"I know," I soothe, fighting my own body's demands as her desperate need triggers every possessive instinct I possess. "But you're not ready for full claiming yet. Your body needs more time."
"Then give me something else," she begs, her hips moving against my hand in desperate little circles that dive my fingers further in. "Anything. I can't stand this emptiness."
The plea in her voice nearly breaks my control. My cock throbs painfully, demanding its own relief, but I force myself to focus on her needs first.
"I have an idea," I tell her roughly, my own arousal making my voice strained. "Something that will give us both relief without rushing what can't be rushed."
"Anything," she gasps, her pupils so dilated her green eyes look almost black. "Please."
I position her carefully, guiding her to straddle my thigh while I kneel behind her. This way I can control the pressure, the friction, give her body what it craves while maintaining the patience Oberon insisted was crucial.
"Like this," I murmur, my hands on her hips as I guide her to rock against my muscled thigh. "Take what you need."
She moans at the contact, her slick coating my skin in warm, silky wetness as she moves with increasingly desperate rhythm. The sensation of her heat against my leg makes my antlers flare brighter, magic pulsing through the air in waves that enhance every touch.
But it's not enough for either of us—I can see it in the tension of her shoulders, hear it in her frustrated whimpers.
"More," she pleads, her voice breaking. "I need more."
"I know," I growl, my own control hanging by a thread as I watch her writhe against me. "Let me give you more."
I slide my fingers inside her, two at first, then three as her body accommodates me eagerly.
She's so wet, so ready, and the sounds she makes as I work her—soft mewls and desperate gasps—drive my alpha instincts wild with need.
My cock is thick and heavy where it slides against her hot, smooth skin, pulsing and throbbing.
But her transformation has made other parts of her body sensitive too. My free hand trails up her spine, finding the spots where magical energy pools beneath her skin, and when I press there with gentle magic, she cries out in pleasure.
"Oh god," she gasps as golden light flows from my fingertips into her nervous system. "What was that?"
"Your body has new pleasure points," I explain, my voice rough with arousal as I work both her core and the magical nodes along her spine. "Everywhere my magic has touched you, everywhere you've been transformed."
I find another sensitive spot at the base of her neck, where her omega scent glands have developed, and when I stroke my tongue against her and nip at the skin, she convulses with pleasure so intense she nearly falls forward.
My cock throbs painfully, demanding its own relief, and her desperate movements against my thigh aren't giving her what she truly needs.
If I don't do something about my arousal I'll push her down and take her here and now, as my alpha instincts demand.
And the last thing I can afford is to lose the future of my court to my own impatience.
I'm six hundred years old—surely I can find a way to pleasure myself without fucking an unready omega.
"Your thighs," I rasp, an idea forming through the haze of arousal. "Press them together."
She follows my instruction immediately, and I groan as I slide my cock between the soft skin of her thighs, slick from her arousal making the glide perfect. The pressure is exquisite, almost like being inside her but without the risk of claiming her before she's ready.
"Oh god," she gasps as she feels my length sliding against her core with each thrust, my thorns brushing against her most sensitive spots. "That's... that's perfect."
It is perfect. The combination of my cock thrusting between her thighs, my fingers working inside her, and my magic stimulating her transformed nerve endings creates overwhelming sensations that have us both trembling.
"You feel so good," I groan against her neck, breathing in her intoxicating scent as my antlers blaze like golden torches. "So perfect. So desperate for me. Look how beautiful you are like this."
And she is beautiful—her skin glowing with magical markings, her body moving with omega grace, her face transformed by pleasure into something ethereal. Every transformation I've made has enhanced her natural beauty, turned her into something designed specifically for my desires.
She rocks back against me, taking my fingers deeper while pressing her thighs tighter around my cock, and the dual stimulation combined with the magic flowing between us makes me groan.
"Is this what you needed?" I ask, though I can already tell from her desperate movements and the way her magical markings pulse with increased light that it's helping. "My cock sliding between your thighs? My fingers deep inside your wet little pussy?"
"Yes," she sobs, her body trembling with approaching climax as I stimulate every sensitive spot I can reach. "But I still need more. I need you inside me properly."
"Soon," I promise, though my own control is fracturing with each thrust between her slick thighs. "When your body is truly ready."
I press my magic deeper into her transformed nerve endings, finding the nodes at her breasts where sensitivity has increased tenfold. When I touch there with golden light, she screams my name, her back arching in a perfect bow, her breasts bouncing with the movement.
The magical stimulation sends her over the edge, her body clenching around my fingers as she climaxes with a scream that echoes through the chamber.
Her inner walls grip my fingers with desperate strength while her thighs squeeze my cock, and the sensation drives me to my own release with devastating force.
I spill between her thighs with a roar, my seed mixing with her slick while golden light explodes from my antlers, filling the room with the scent of roses and raw magic.
We collapse together afterward, both breathing hard and temporarily sated. But even as we recover, I can smell that her heat continues building beneath the surface.
"That was incredible," she breathes, her voice still shaky. "But..."
"But it's not enough," I finish, recognizing the restless edge creeping back into her scent.
"No," she admits, already beginning to move against me again, making my slick and cum-covered cock half-harden again. "The ache is coming back. Stronger than before."
I gather her closer, fighting the urge to simply take what we both want. "Your heat is intensifying. Each release will provide less relief until only claiming can satisfy you completely."
"How many more times?" she asks, though she's already pressing closer, seeking contact.
"As many as it takes," I tell her, though I can feel my own restraint fracturing with each passing moment.
Soon, I will take her properly, my cock inside her slick omega channel, my thorns making her scream and my knot stretching her wide as I fill her with cum.
For now, though, I press my fingers inside her and rub my thumb against her clit in circles, sliding my cock through her slick-coated thighs and murmuring sweet nothings in her ear.
Within the hour, her need has returned with doubled intensity. This time, when I check her readiness, she's slightly more open but still not quite there.
"Please," she begs, her skin flushed and glowing with magical energy. "I can't think about anything else. I need you."
I position her differently this time, on her back with her legs spread wide so I can worship every inch of her transformed body. My mouth finds her throat first, kissing and sucking at the sensitive scent glands that make her writhe beneath me.