Aurelia
Morning dawns. Stretching my arms overhead, a pang of ache in my shoulder muscles brings me attention to my very entangled position. Our night of passion comes to life. I realize that both of my legs are still curled tightly around Elian, his form warm against my side and his personal space clamped to my presence.
My arms wrap firmly around his body and I lean down to kiss his neck, inhaling his scent, we have been cuddled next to each other all night. I settle my nose closer against him, breathing in his whole being, and I wiggle against him. but my knot which still binds me to him tightly does not allow me to grind into him as I want. Just a small level of movement from me compels his body to wake up.
Elian stirs and looks up at me, his eyes fluttering. I wish him good morning and begin to let him go, when I realize that I'm still squeezed together with him. I whisper "I'm sorry, Elian" . Curious and slightly confused by our position, he stays still and furrows his eyebrows. I can feel his desire manifest, as he moves willingly against me, grumbling, "My alpha."
I wrap my arms around Elian for a tighter embrace. Without warning, I slowly and firmly put my weight against my hips, pushing my knot joined firmly to him, wanting him to know that I had not gone anywhere. "Is that how you want it?" My voice is a low growl, and I push my hips against him again. "You know I did this deliberately. Look." And with that hard knelt of hips "This is not the only way I can connect with you."
I let my control of what i can capture over his body piece by piece. Elian responds to the pleasure, well aware of the desire that imparts. I growl lowly in his ear, "You know that the more social pregnancy is beneficial for omegas." I shift over him, the heat between us rising, "The more nurturing the pregnancy will be." I whisper.
I roll back slightly, allowing my half-hard cock to drag against the crack of Elian's ass, teasing his hole and the knot with my swollen tip. My breath is hot against his ear, words quiet but intense. "You know that I want you too much, my little Omega." I easily guide Elian toward his sides, making sure his hole is now framed ironically by my scented stalk I peak over his face with the smile.
Elian grins before laughing and there's love sparkling under his eyes, "You're crazy, you know that?" Elian teases, his body leaning against me. I laugh, the sound warm and indulgent, going as I push on his unsteady mound. I press my lips against his and push my tongue against him, filling his mouth with my tongue. My hands press on his neck, my kisses pushing over him.
He purrs against me and melts under my touch, letting me take control. Kneeling over him at the edge of the bed with his legs thrown over my shoulders. I bite the pads of his heeled toes, then bite and then nuzzle my head on his ankle. I can feel him shudder as my lips move sloppily and the body sweetens. I want to taste every part of him like how I've never done it in the past nights and days.
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Penelope trails off on our short jog as she's working up a sweat, pulling her arm over her face as she stumbles. I brush past her and run up to her. I hand her a bottle of water between her fingertips and watch her down it without even stopping to breathe. She's very athletic, but her body tires quickly. I keep going till Penelope catches up to me, a heard expression on her face.
I raise an eyebrow at Penelope's inquiry, putting my hands in the pockets of my gym leggings, nonchalant and easy. "Why should there be anything to tell you about him?" My grin becomes squeezed and carefully poised, "... Try not to kill yourself at the gym. I prefer you breathing, you know?" Penelope rolls her eyes at me as we head back up the apartment building. I can feel every grilled pound of mine clinging to me.
As I enter the apartment, I let my scarf slip its bounds from my neck and toss it inside my closet bag, a large square that can hold anything from spin classes to yoga pants. I start to loosen my ponytail as Penelope sits down in the middle of my living room, one of her legs sticking out over the edge of the couch. "You're going to get married, right? After all, there are no omegas, and he's the only omega alive."
With the way Penelope covers the fact that she's curious like an amateur can hardly camouflage herself, I can't help laughing between my breaths as I exhale for the last time after our jog. "I don't want a wedding" I said. "I just want him." When I say the next part, it's not with any worry or anxiety. Better just put it all out there, hm? "And I want him to have my child."
Penelope looks at me calmly, unsure of how to prove me wrong. "This is the 21st century" she says. "Why are you so worried about your future?" I walk over to the couch and sit across from Penelope, leaning in closer to make sure I'm the center of her attention. "I don't think about my future, and I don't think about anyone else's future except Elian's."
"You're pretty into him, aren't you?" Penelope tilts her head thoughtfully and then chimes in "Surely it hasn't gotten that far yet has it?" I interlock my fingers together and lean forward, "I can't stop thinking about him daily." I stare into her eyes, and don't hide my steady resolve. "He's going to be with me" and my nose flares, "forever" I end with a growl. Penelope bites her lip.
"You're going to invite me to your wedding, right?" I don't rush to think about the question, I lean lazily against the back of the couch and absorb Penelope deeply into my gaze.
I'm quiet at the pressure Penelope has slammed on me. My knuckles crack open with how tightly my fists grip my own wrist, my love on the vivid lucidity of Elian. I can feel a weight push me down, my gaze to those hands, harsh and incredibly disturbed. "Yes" I affirm coldly. "But don't ever bring it up again."
"Don't bring what up again?" Penelope asks me, pulling me away from a deep sense of warmth-keeping her at a distance. "The part where we're trying to figure out why the hell you suddenly want this to happen at all?" She's holding on to my arm, but I only flick her wrist away from me. "If he's really the last of his kind" She says, "You don't want to keep him safe?"
"Yes, I'm going to keep him safe, Penelope. Happy now." My lips draw into a thin line. "Now please" I smile fervently, my fangs starting to show, "I think it's time for you to leave."
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I fill up the bathtub and sink underwater in the moment I feel the warmth upon my skin. My hands roam silently underwater, until a body lands gracefully in my arms. His nose twitching against his breath, his legs dangling in the water as I raise his upper body against mine. His entire body is small in my arms, I can feel it against my chest. His back the perfect silhouette against my naked chest.
His skin goosebumps as I sink my teeth upon his neck, a longing that is unquenchable and everlasting. I can feel them forming a smile, each brush of our skin crackling in unbreathable heat. I take a quick drink and settle my doting lips back to his neck. He has the richest flavor I've ever had the pleasure of trying, like floral nectar and dark chocolate, all mixed into a fragility I want to take away from him.
A breath escapes his mouth, a moan whispering down. "Aurelia..." Elian murmurs my name, purrs it in truth. His back warms under my hands, my every touch slick and ringing with power, but his words echo as they slap me hard in the needful. "... when are we going to get married?" I pause above him, his frown seeking attention, his hands responsible to become everything I want. A weeping sunlight begins to form. Hot. Greedy.
Elian sits in my lap, his body supported by my rod, which we both know is about to get harder. I hold his head with one hand and wipe across his cold skin as I push with my other arm under his legs. "Soon, my omega. Then no one will come near you anymore." I watch Elian's eyes in confusion. "Really? I thought..." He hesitates, then asks "Does it even really matter if we do?"
"Hey" I murmured in his ear, my jaw snapping in irritation. Elian visibly shivered as I continued, and the growl pressed him to my chest. "This is very important, Elian" I admitted to myself. "The other Alphas will leave you alone and you will be mine forever! What's mine is mine and no one else will touch you as long as I breathe. Okay?"
"I hate the others!" Elian whispers suddenly, hot and bothered. My hands tighten around his waist, his body now smelling powerfully aroused. Aroused to be possessed. "All I want is you, my Alpha!" My cock twitched, Elian's words sending a shot of heat straight to the base of my spine.
He looks at me from under his lashes, lips quirking softly as he deliberately drags his hole over the tip of my ready cock, his lips slightly parted and his legs undoing their gentle grip on my waist. Elian doesn't break eye contact, his arousal heating up like a fever that he can't control.
He slowly rocks his hips, his soft eye against my light, skin closer together as he moves, clinging to each touch, each inches he gains over my cock. Elian lifts up his forehead, it softly presses through my skin, the most enticing peach whisper away from my own.. like a gasping sigh of our shared body...