It was already difficult for the knees to support their own weight. As Asha got closer, so did her pheromones. At this moment, he finally confirmed that the smell of grass was probably just perfume, and Asha's own pheromones smelled like milk.
A milky alpha.
It's kind of funny, but 329 doesn't have time to laugh, just like he doesn't have time to think about whether the people on the ground are dead or alive, how dangerous the people around him are, and how badly they can hurt him. He was escorted back to the rental house by Yasha, and he barely persisted until he entered the door. As soon as the door was closed, he began to kiss her. Asha opened her eyes wide, as if taken aback, and responded immediately after a moment. While kissing, she unbuttoned 329's pants. The jeans were pulled up to her knees, and the panties inside were soaked.
His panties were a little stuck, like glue. The water-absorbent fabric was torn to the ankles along with the jeans, and hung on the shoes, unable to step off for a while, 329 didn't bother to care. He undressed, lay on the bed and said "fuck me".
Asha did and 329 moaned as he was inserted, pushing hard against the cock. The empty body cavity was finally filled, and the milk-scented pheromones surrounded him, soothing the passion and leaving him wanting more. His thighs were trembling, and his lower body was too weak to hold on. Asha turned him over and laid him on his back on the bed.
"So you can be hard." The alpha panted, holding his penis.
329 was drenched and terribly hard at the same time, his cock was sticking hard against his belly. If the girl found out about this, then he would probably be unlucky later on, that would be something later, and 329 didn't want to worry about it.
In fact, Yasha didn't have time to care about this.
The man was completely different from usual, he was flushed all over, gasping for breath, spitting out white mist and moaning. Sweat covered his whole body, and his muscle lines undulated on his shiny skin, like a strong fish, which made people dizzy. Her omega was writhing beneath her, begging for more, deeper, harder. The dark chocolate-flavored pheromones, she thought, must be bonbons, so intoxicating.
He was always docile and cold, and Yasha was like a half-knowledgeable eater, thinking that "forbearance" was the most delicious. Now that his legs were clamped around Yasha's waist, and he was shaking his buttocks, Yasha realized that "waving the waves" also made her mouth water. The way he bites his lip is cute, and the way he screams and begs is exciting; the way he endures the pain is great, and the way he loses control of pleasure is so cute—as expected, he is the standard, he is the standard .
329's voice is not sweet, the hoarse feeling is always a bit depressing, and it seems to be crying. Yasha thinks it is very sexy. His lower body sucked Asha's penis, and he made a patient nasal sound, and moaned dissatisfied when the penis was withdrawn. Yasha bowed her head to lick his nipple, and he bounced like an electric shock, puffing out his chest to meet her bite and thrust. The congested flesh was as hard as a small piece of cartilage, and tasted a faint salty taste. The pheromones of the omega surrounded her, making people crazy.
She swirled around the genital cavity again, this time the opening was not closed tightly, sucking her in a refusal. Yasha felt itchy in her heart, she asked, "Shall I go in?" 329 nodded wildly, and kept saying "yes", "please", "please", "fuck me".
She increased her strength and pushed into the opening. The fleshy ring inside was softer than last time, and it was extremely comfortable to dry. Asha was dizzy and knotted all of a sudden, while Omega convulsed under the strong stimulation, like a jammed tape, choking up any sound. She saw his mouth was open, the pink tongue was trembling in it, the saliva was flowing down uncontrollably, and the Adam's apple was rolling, which really made people worry that he would not be able to catch his breath.
Yasha pushed him lightly and said, "Breathe, don't hold it in." 329 still didn't move, as if he didn't hear. Yasha pushed him again, panting: "Scream!"
His lips moved, as if he heard it. The man licked his lips, and began to bark intermittently: "Deeper, fuck me to death... Ah... I'm a fucked bitch, a bitch who can fuck anyone... Low animals... I don't deserve it... Please... Please... "
He finally made a sound, but he was still shaking, and his moans seemed choked. 329 didn't grab the sheet this time, and at some point, he blocked his eyes with the back of his hand. When Yasha pulled his arm away, she saw that he was really crying.
He may have been crying for a while, and the tears and sweat were mixed together, and he couldn't tell clearly. Asha pulled his hand away, he opened his eyes, didn't look at Asha, didn't look at anything, just opened his eyes. There was indeed desire in those gray-blue eyes, but there was something else, and Asha recognized them, eyes so desperate that they resigned themselves to their fate.
She was terrified, if it wasn't for the fact that Alpha's knot faded away, she might have been frightened and softened. "What's the matter?" Yasha said, "Are you okay, did I hurt you? What's wrong?"
—The standard answer is, it's so comfortable, your XX is so good, I was so happy that I cried.
In fact, 329 can't imagine what it feels like to be so happy that he cried, anyway, he has never tasted it. Although the estrus period is crazy, it can't be called refreshing, it's just indulgence, like jumping from a high place.
If the passion is uncontrollable, then accept it, what else can I do. Green eyes, red hair, the color blocks are circling, the language is circling, floating like catkins, sticking to the body, getting into the lungs, lingering. Laughter, sneer, laugh, mock. We don't fuck him it's torture, horny jackal, ass up, yeah that's it, hahahahaha! Look at this look! They are crazy to let an omega ride on their heads. Who would have thought that he could still put on that face? Legs spread, you have to work harder to get fucked! Inferior animals, you deserve...
He is crying, of course he can cry, scream, and beg at this time, because omega is this kind of thing, because he has already lost his dignity, his ugliness has been exposed, and he is not short of a few tears. Yell louder, get on your knees, shake your ass, lie down in the mud and they won't keep stomping on you. Acknowledge that you are a dog and they will stop stripping you of the human part. Nobody cared, they didn't care about him, and he didn't care about them, a part of him suspended above this absurd drama, watching himself howl and weep and beg. He didn't expose any weaknesses, it was just a body sunk in hormones and senses, an inferior animal. He is nothing, no expectations, no disappointments. It's all gone with the surgery, so it's okay, he's not here, no one can continue to trample on his soul, you can't hurt something that doesn't exist.
But Asha caught him.
She pulled his hand away, looked straight into his eyes, and said in a panic, "Is it okay" and "What's the matter", as if this little physiological reaction was worth caring about. The answer was a beat too late, and the best opportunity was missed, and now 329 couldn't tell that face that he was fucked too well. It was a beautiful young girl's face, even though it was covered with sweat, it was like a lily with dew. She was flushed and worried, trying to ask, comfort, and treat someone.
They talked, they ate together, she sat on the bed kicking her feet, she looked him in the eyes and talked, she took his arm, she sang softly to his tune. "I modified it myself!" she said. "I have four older siblings," she said. Then 329 told her about his parents. They almost know each other. 329's stomach began to convulse violently, and suddenly, he felt extremely nauseous.
The whine of shame and self-respect that I thought was dead was like a second murder. Tears flowed violently, and he raised his hands to cover his face again, this time no matter how Yasha broke, he would not let go. The funniest thing was that while he was choking, he was still passionate, the water was flowing in a mess, and he was still sucking underneath. Asha tried to figure out what was going on as the cock squeezed between them ejaculated as she moved around.
See, pleasure or pain, voluntary or involuntary, it will be so, it will be the same.
329 laughed hysterically during the orgasm, probably scaring the alpha enough, and she sounded even more uncertain. "Is it hard?" she said, "Uncomfortable? I won't push it in next time?... Would you like some water?" - No, it's comfortable, really, 329 hasn't had an orgasm during intercourse in a long time. He curled up and covered his face, hoping that the other person would let him go, stop asking, stop talking. He curled up, wanting to be alone, wanting to disappear.
"I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose... I won't enter the genital cavity next time, okay?" The girl said weakly, obviously not understanding what he was crying about. I can't blame her, even if 329 had to explain, he couldn't explain it himself.
Later, Yasha stopped talking, hugged his waist, and touched his back. The sobbing sound in the quiet room was as loud as a whip, and 329 tried to adjust his breathing, telling himself that everything would pass.
8. Night tour
Omega's estrus occurs once a quarter, and lasts for three days, during these three days, the heat comes and goes. If there is no alpha, the interval between climaxes is very short, enough to make people exhausted, but when alpha is involved, the situation will be much better.
Yasha lived in the rental house for two nights, and stayed with 329 almost throughout the estrus period. Sometimes she would go away for a while, but would come back every time 329 hit the heat. She connected an air mattress next to the folding bed in 329, which was the same height as the folding bed, and then spread a thick blanket to create a soft big bed. Asha is on top