Chapter 12
APODIS
Any doubts Apodis was having about whether Gemini was an omega were long gone after she’d come to him in a daze, begging to taste him. He was weak, so fucking weak, but rut was upon him and he couldn’t deny her when she kneeled in front of him so sweetly.
Just like an obedient little omega.
Memories of his past flashed before his eyes, though none as visceral and real as the one he’d made with Gemini. It was more than the primal need to reproduce that he experienced when he was in rut, and he could only hope that she felt the same way.
Galaxies, she was so beautiful, lying on his bed without a stitch of clothing.
Her hair splayed out on the pillow like a shining crown, exposing the supple skin of her neck that was begging to be marked.
She was so at peace, her eyes blissfully shut, none of the pain and embarrassment he’d seen when she talked about her last mate.
He would never abandon her so callously. In fact, in this state he couldn’t imagine ever letting her go.
Apodis’ fangs extended, and he flicked his tongue across the sharp tips, the ache inside him barely quelled from the release she’d given him earlier. He had marked her in a different way, the streaks of his drying seed coating her skin filling him with unseemly pride.
Gemini was his… at least until rut ended, and he would make sure she knew it.
The logical part of his brain battled with the alpha within, but he was weary. He was ready to surrender. He was ready to give her what she so desperately wanted.
No… no, he couldn’t. Not when she didn’t truly understand what was happening to her. Human females had menstrual cycles where their hormones changed over the course of approximately twenty-eight days, but from what he’d researched, it was far less powerful than a heat.
Apodis was wracked with guilt, but he couldn’t help himself, gently extricating from the bed and retrieving her panties. He had been folding the clean laundry when he’d come upon them and thinking Gemini would have been longer in the shower… the temptation had been too strong to resist.
He wrapped the panties around his aching cock once again, fantasizing that the soft fabric was Gemini’s gorgeous pussy.
He could still smell the fragrant slick leaking from her, coating the inside of her thighs and pooling on the sheets.
The sensation of her soft lips circling around his length was seared in his memory, and though his own hand was a poor substitute, he started stroking anyway.
Precum beaded on his tip, a small stain blooming on her panties, but still, he couldn’t stop.
She’d already seen what he’d done anyway, and she had seemed more aroused than upset.
He pumped himself, trying to go slow, trying not to spill too quickly, though soon enough he was bucking into her panties like it was her pretty little cunt.
He wanted to bury himself deep inside her, his knot actually aching at the thought of splitting that pretty pussy in two while she screamed for him. What a beast he was, but he couldn’t stop fucking Gemini’s panties as he watched her sleep, the perfect little angel splayed out in her nest.
A moan slipped from his lips, and he stopped his stroking, Gemini stirring next to him as if summoned by the lewd sound. She rolled onto her side, exposing her perfect ass to him, and he stifled another groan, resuming his frantic pace.
She was going to wake up and see him masturbating to her body, but he couldn’t stop.
Oh, how he wanted to plunge into her, wanted to lap the slick from her thighs and cunt, wanted to make the room reverberate with the sound of their skin slapping together.
He needed to hear her moans, those little whimpers that rumbled her throat so sweetly.
Another gasp escaped him, and this time, she started waking, wiping the sleep from her eyes and glancing over her shoulder at him.
“Apodis?” she murmured, her eyes widening in an instant as she saw what he was doing.
“Gemini…” he groaned, increasing his pace despite his brain begging him to stop.
“I want your cum,” Gemini purred, her voice low and sensual as she gave him a devious smirk. “On my ass. I want to be coated in you.”
Apodis whimpered, trying to end this, but his body moved of its own accord, his hand pumping, his hips thrusting. Just a few more strokes and he was obeying his omega’s command, spraying her ass with a stream of heated seed.
It felt so good to mark her, streaks of sticky liquid dripping down her curves and branding her as his. It was a connection so deep, so primal, satisfying him in a way that he never could alone, nor when he was with other Oslieth partners.
He needed to fuck her and fill her, knot her, and repeat ad infinitum, needed to cover every inch of her in his seed inside and out.
A delirious giggle bubbled from Gemini’s mouth, and she raked her fingers through the mess he’d made before bringing them to her mouth and rolling her eyes.
“God, Apodis, why do you taste so good?” she asked.
Because we’re meant to be together.
Because we’re mates.
Because you’re mine, and I’m yours.
“I don’t know,” he said, his cock no less needy even after the release.
Gemini swiped her fingers through his seed once more, but this time, she brought them to her cunt, sliding them into her wet heat and moaning.
She bucked her hips into her hand, fucking herself with cum-laden fingers, and though he didn’t want offspring, the sight was more beautiful than anything he’d ever seen.
It was the biological imperative in full effect, the primeval need to procreate that was stronger than any sense or logic.
“Why don’t you fuck me, Apodis?” Gemini asked, moaning as she circled her fingers against her clit.
Why didn’t he fuck her? She clearly wanted it. He clearly wanted it.
No, he needed to get ahold of himself. This was wrong. It didn’t matter that it would feel so right, so sublime, that she was already filling herself with his cum… it was wrong.
“I can’t,” he said, though it pained him to do so.
“Please,” she begged, scooting back and rubbing her ass against his cock, sending a jolt of arousal through his mating tentacles.
Without thinking, he coiled them around her middle, dragging her closer, her back flush with his chest. He slung an arm over her body and placed a hand on her wrist, enjoying the way she relaxed under his touch.
“Apodis,” she breathed, and he never wanted to stop hearing her say his name.
He nuzzled the top of her head with his cheek, scenting the metallic blood pumping through her veins, the sweet alona blossoms melding with the wild and spicy bouquet of evergreen omorlalla trees.
It was comforting to hold her in his arms, and he never wanted to let go, wanted to hold her and care for her and fuck her until his last breath.
“Fuck me, Apodis,” she said, her voice strained with desperate desire.
“I can’t,” he repeated, prodding his cock between her slippery legs and pressing his length against her slit.
Gemini groaned, squeezing her supple thighs together instinctively and adding more pressure to his already aching cock. Every part of her felt transcendent, and he edged in further, the wetness of her slick easing the way.
Her beautiful thighs provided the perfect amount of friction as he started thrusting, making sure to glide over her clit with each delicious stroke. Whimpers passed her beautiful lips—her legs clamping hard—and it took everything in his power not to angle into her inviting cunt.
It was right there, the most divine hole begging to be fucked, but Apodis resisted, rocking rhythmically between her thighs with slow, deepening thrusts.
“Fuck, Apodis. Fuck,” was all she could manage, her fingers brushing over the swollen head of his cock and pressing it firmly to her clit.
His thrusts became rough, insistent, a low growl roaring in his chest no matter how hard he tried to stop it. He felt a jolt of bliss pulsing through him with each stroke, electrifying his tentacles until he wasn’t sure he could take it any longer.
“Yes, God, yes. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” Gemini murmured, her words soft as they tumbled past her lips.
Her cheeks were flushed a brilliant red, and her eyes were closed in rapturous delight. Crystalline tears dotted her dark lashes, her neck exposed at the perfect angle for his fangs to sink into her flesh.
Instead, he kept his pace, questing toward release, his tentacles brushing over her pert nipples. He squeezed her breasts as she writhed against him, enjoying the intoxicating show of his length disappearing between her pliant thighs, over and over again.
She jerked back to meet him, her hips thrusting with vigor as his pelvis slammed into the backs of her thighs. There were no more words, just incoherent sounds of pleasure tumbling from her lips, her back arching and legs squeezing impossibly tight.
Apodis moved his lips to her jaw, then her neck, nuzzling into the crook and inhaling her arousing scent. She was a whimpering, whining mess, the lewd slapping of skin the only other sound in the otherwise silent room, and he moved to her ear, knowing she was close.
“You’re mine, Gemini. My mate. No one else will ever claim you the way I do, worship you like I do.”
Gemini reached back and hooked her hand into his hair, gripping fiercely like she was claiming him in return.
With one final thrust, she cried out, gushing over his cock with her slick release.
At the same moment, Apodis felt an explosion of pleasure, jets of milky cum smearing her thighs and the sheets.
They rode through the waves of their orgasms in tandem, bodies tangled until they both collapsed in a sticky heap.
Before he could even catch his breath, Gemini was asleep, her chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm like she’d never even woken from her nap at all.