worse.
"Please don't worry, I'm over fifteen years old, and having sex with me won't make you guilty." Yasha said empathetically.
She adjusted her watch and showed 329 her ID card. The date of birth on it was exactly fifteen, and today was the girl's birthday. Most of the documents have been processed for privacy, only revealing age and photo, the girl in the photo is smiling peacefully at 329.
Why? he wants to ask. who are you? Why are you here? Why should I agree
If you ask, maybe the other person will answer, say more words, and waste more time. 329 is exhausted.
He asked, "Now?"
"If it's convenient." Yasha gave him a big smile.
This is another well-bred phrase.
When talking to 329, Yasha had already stood up, leaving the bed free. 329 walked to his bed, lay down on his back, took off his pants, and took out the condom from under the pillow. It's ridiculous to say that the exiles need to work to support themselves, but for the omega among them, the government will distribute free condoms, claiming that this is humanistic care. In fact, it probably has the same meaning as free condoms in brothels, preventing the spread of sexually transmitted diseases.
Alpha took the cheap standard supplies, held them in his hands, and didn't start using them. 329 was hesitant to say something to make her use it, Yasha said, "Can you take off your clothes too? Or do you mind if I help you?"
329 was only wearing a vest, exposing his shoulders and a small part of his chest, but obviously Alpha still felt that he was wearing too much. He took off his vest and stuffed it under the pillow, hoping that the unexpected guest would not procrastinate as before when he was doing things.
His skin was exposed to the air, to the dim light. As an omega, it wasn't an exciting body, with many old injuries scattered everywhere, and stitches could even be seen in many places. Healed with primitive means, without the care of the therapeutic apparatus, they become disappointing scars, intertwined with new ones. The subcutaneous hemorrhage is more vivid on the pale skin, there are scrapes on his elbows, and there are large bruises on his knees, I hope that alpha doesn't like the back position.
Asha didn't ask him to turn and kneel, just procrastinating as usual.
She looked at 329, from head to toe, her eyes licked every inch of skin, her green eyes glistened under the light, like a wolf staring at meat in the night. The young alpha kept blinking, the scene in front of him was too exciting, so he had to slow down. The mouth stopped chattering, it opened slightly, and then closed again—the decent little girl swallowed hastily to keep from drooling.
When she licks her lips, she looks like a purebred cat, the kind of high-end pet whose net worth is more than tens of thousands of credits, eats more expensive than ninety percent, and eats elegantly and dignifiedly. This is somewhat funny. This alpha is obviously already aroused, her pupils are dilated, and her trousers are erected into a tent, but she is cute enough, and at the same time, she can still look innocent and fledgling while being aroused. A pampered hand was placed on 329's scarred chest, gently stroking the scar and nipple, the hand was too soft and the movements were too light, itching so much that 329 got goosebumps all over his body.
The feathery touch lasted only a moment, and after a brief probing, Asha leaned down. Her lips and tongue fell on 329's neck, repeatedly licked at the Adam's apple, and then slid all the way down. That mouth is as disorganized as her hands, sometimes licking, sometimes biting, gradually becoming eager and wanton, doing whatever comes to mind. She really enjoys him.
This is not annoying for some reason.
Maybe it's because Asha seems to be enjoying herself so much, she's eager and slow, like someone humming a song while preparing dinner, and the joy is contagious. Maybe it's because almost no one has looked into 329's eyes and talked to him well in the past year. If you don't count insults and orders in the workplace, then there is no one at all. Asha was eating him, gleeful and content, not to insult or torment or prove power, but lust, like a beast preying on hunger.
Of course, judging by the strength of her teeth, at best, a small animal with just teeth is biting your finger.
This may be another reason why 329 can't be angry. Yasha is too young, less than half his age, and also her size. She stood up straight and only reached 329's chest, with slender arms and legs, she could be easily picked up by 329 and turned around. Rather than saying that this alpha is pressing on 329's body, it's better to say that she is lying in his arms, not heavy, like a deer. Even when the fawn was about to fuck him, he didn't really feel like he was going to be violated.
Yasha had already unbuttoned her trousers, and her penis was against 329's lower abdomen, sliding back and forth, leaving a trail of water. Her breathing was long and heavy, and she tried to control the volume of her breathing by holding her breath, the more she held her breath, the louder her breathing became. The body she dreamed of was displayed in front of her, quietly opening up, like a fish that had been disembowelled, skinned and scaled, lying on a plate, just waiting to be tasted, leaving her without oxygen.
Her fingers squeezed into 329's body, the hole was moist, and her middle finger could be inserted to the bottom smoothly. This is inside him, and I'm touching his insides, she thought, trembling with excitement. Her fingers circled inside, the man in front of her remained motionless, his body cavity contracted a few times, sucking her fingers. Asha's scalp was numb, she drew out her fingers and leaned over to kiss him, Omega opened her mouth obediently, his mouth was as moist and soft as his lower body.
But he didn't get an erection.
Yasha's right hand has been gripping 329's penis, with gentle force and tender palm, logically speaking, there shouldn't be any mistakes. She looked at the other person's face with some trepidation, and 329 was also looking at her, the gray iris was like the morning fog on the glass window.
"Don't worry about it." He paused and said lightly, "Omega is like this."
Omega is like this, it is not so easy to arouse outside the estrous period. It is more difficult to make an omega that is not in estrus orgasm than to tease a beta. It requires patience, skill, and maybe a little affection.
329 has suffered many injuries, on his hands and feet, on his torso, and on sensitive parts. These experiences have made him very tolerant of pain, and he has become quite insensitive. It took a while for his nipples to stand up, and even after a few minutes of being covered, his cock was only half erect, as limp as a bathroom spout. He was wet, purely for the protection of his body, not aroused.
Most alphas don't care whether he rises, but a small number will care very much, not for his consideration, but for their own dignity. They think that they have excellent skills and big penises, and they deserve to make the omega orgasm again and again. It's an insult to the one being fucked if they don't behave well enough.
"Omegas don't get erections easily, don't worry about that." 329 said, "I'm soaked, come on!"
He didn't want that alpha to continue wasting time, if necessary, he would call, even though he doubted that he still had the energy to perform. It's a pity that male omegas also have penises, unlike female omegas, it's much easier to fake an orgasm.
Fortunately, the young alpha believed it.
She turned her attention away from 329's penis, put the condom on herself, and tried to lift 329's thigh - it was a bit of a struggle for her. This alpha was undersized, and obviously hadn't done any physical work. 329 felt that if he really put two legs on her shoulders, the weight would be enough to crush her down. Asha pouted in distress and fiddled with her watch again. vQv%[OKlBeVQey
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The watch flickered, a light curtain covered Yasha's hand, and 329's leg was easily lifted up, as if being supported by something. He knows this, XT-21 type, military stuff. This kind of "glove" allows children to lift a car, which is expensive and theoretically not in circulation. The consul's elite troops wore it to suppress the rebellion and wipe out mutant creatures. The little girl in front of him wore it to lift the omega's thigh.
329 felt ridiculous, and the little girl kissed his thigh and started fucking him.
Asha couldn't help but gasped.
The soft flesh pressed up from all directions, enveloping her, the taste was sweet, and the pleasure was as strong as a bullet piercing through. The omega's thigh sucked her hand, and the muscles tensed in her palm, making her want to take a bite. Yasha knelt between the man's legs, as if sitting in a special seat, and his entire body was unobstructed.
His muscular lines are beautiful, stronger than an ordinary omega, but not as rough as an alpha. Those scars are just right, like a forest ravaged by a hurricane, like a ruin swept by a war. His hair is like frosted gold, and his face is handsome, handsome, and perfect. Asha thinks that the word perfect is for him, and if he changes, the standard of perfection will also change. He was lying on the white-washed sheets, his hair was still dripping with water, fresh and delicious, like a misplaced feast from heaven.
Thanks for the treat.
Asha knocked him shaking, the man clutching the edge of the bed, the cot groaning beneath them. She reached out to touch the place where they were connected, and wiped the water upwards, making his belly shiny, like a gladiator oiled. The girl greedily stared at every wound, every fresh scar, it felt like pouring a bottle of carbonated drink on her heart, unable to tell whether she was in heartache or ecstasy. So beautiful, she thought.
"You are beautiful," she said.
The older man blinked, noncommittal.
He looked at Asha quietly, and