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The man asked in a hoarse voice, struggling as if barely clinging to his sanity. His eyes were red-rimmed, and I pressed my lips to them, licking and soothing them with my tongue. The mix of his sweat and my tears tasted salty.
He lifted me by my hips, still seated on his thighs, and his cock, which had been resting at my hole, pushed inside. My body stiffened like I’d been electrocuted, and he pulled me down as he thrust his hips upward repeatedly. My limbs trembled like a frog skewered on a stick. My quivering lips couldn’t even form a moan, and the man roughly swallowed them, sucking hard.
A sharp ache spread through my groin. My ass was crushed beneath him, and his hot, thick cock relentlessly pounded inside me. Even as I struggled, I awkwardly moved my hips to match his rhythm. Each time, a low groan escaped his lips.
My arms, wrapped tightly around his shoulders, slipped from the sweat. I dug my fingers into his broad shoulders and clung to him. Heat was building where our groins ground together.
He laid me down on the bed, pressing his massive body over mine. Sandwiched between the mattress and his weight, I weakly twisted my hips. My body jerked with each upward thrust, and my body, held in his arms, trembled sporadically like it was having a seizure.
As if this act were the last of my life, I desperately clung to him—craving his lips, his touch, his embrace, his cock. My vision blurred, my sense of smell was overwhelmed by the thick musk, and the pleasure coursing through my body was almost painful.
His hot breaths and groans sounded like a beast enduring agony. I grabbed his face and kissed him, our tongues entwining. The cock thrusting inside me seemed to swell even more. The tightness was unbearable, and a similar groan escaped both of us.
Like a lost child, I clung to him, and he pinned my legs apart, driving deeper, his hips slamming into me with enough force to split me open. The *slap* of his balls against my ass echoed, the damp sac sticking and pulling away with each thrust, sending jolts of pain and pleasure through me.
“Come inside me, fill me up.”
I instinctively knew he was close. Wrapping my weak legs around his waist, I begged, stroking my own leaking cock with my hand.
“Not yet… just a little longer…”
He nipped at my earlobe, his voice strained. The rigid tip of his cock ground against my inner walls, and unable to resist the stimulation, I spilled thin, sticky fluid from my own cock.
“Haa, ugh… ah…”
My entire body tensed as I came, and the man stopped moving, his cock buried deep inside me. As I panted, I could feel him still hard within me. I clenched and released around him, lifting my tear-stained eyes to meet his.
“I need it. I want you… to come inside me.”
Coming myself wasn’t enough to quench this thirst. I wanted him to pound into me, to fill me with his hot cum. My instincts told me that only then would this craving be satisfied.
I traced my fingers along the stiff muscles of his neck, wanting to press my lips against his sweat-slicked skin. I needed to quench my thirst with his sweat, to cool the heat with his cum.
I lifted my trembling arms and pulled him closer. The man, who had paused for a moment, began moving again like a wild beast.
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∞ ∞ ∞
I was more coherent than the first day. The madness was fading faster, and though the heat inside me hadn’t disappeared, it had dulled enough that it wasn’t unbearable.
After his first release, we regained some composure. We were still connected, but at least we could talk.
“I’m exhausted.”
My voice was completely hoarse. I coughed slightly, whining, and the man clicked his tongue.
“That’s why you should’ve taken the suppressants. I told them to bring some, but you didn’t even take them?”
“I was asleep, so I don’t know if they came or not. I just fell asleep, but then it got bad again… When I opened my eyes, you were right there.”
“I did say you could sleep, but I didn’t expect you to stay glued here. Do you want something else?”
The man narrowed his eyes, looking down at me. His gaze was suspicious, but his hips were still moving, which made it almost comical.
“Don’t joke. The only thing I want from you is fucking. And you’re not exactly different, are you?”
He’d have to calm that hip movement first if he wanted to deny it. I deliberately tightened around his cock, and his neck flushed instantly.
“Feeling better now?”
He thrust his cock hard inside me, his voice almost threatening. I wanted to savor this moment a little longer, so I frantically shook my head.
“I didn’t know heat was this brutal. Omegas deserve medals. How do they go through this every month?”
“If you knew, you should’ve taken the suppressants. To just endure it and fall asleep—are you stubborn or stupid?”
I knew I was both stubborn and stupid, but hearing it from someone else hit differently. He sure had a way with words. I considered tightening around him again but decided against it, fearing the backlash, and instead tugged lightly at his hair.
“Yesterday, I didn’t know. I was completely out of it, and it wasn’t until morning that I came to my senses. After it was all over, I just felt… drained. But now, it’s painful *while* doing it, like I’m going to die, but I still want it, and it feels good, but it’s also agonizing. It’s an endless loop.”
My hole had gone slack, barely gripping his cock, but my inner walls were still greedily sucking and squirming on their own. Only today did I realize my lower half could move without my consent.
“Is it evening already? My dad’s really going to kill me.”
“Going home today doesn’t seem like a good idea. What kind of household lets their Omega run wild like this? Unless you’re not really their child, a normal family would’ve freaked out.”
“Our family isn’t normal, but I bet it would’ve been just as chaotic. Or maybe they’re just hiding it well.”
The latter seemed more likely. Father might be pretending everything was fine to keep Big Brother and Little Brother from finding out. Director Father probably didn’t care much about me, so he might not even know if I was home or not.
But why didn’t Director Father care about Cha Sukyung? Big Brother and Little Brother might dislike him for being a half-sibling, but Director Father should treat him the same—he’s still his son. Chairman Grandfather opposed the marriage, but Father went through with it anyway. There shouldn’t be any reason to treat Cha Sukyung coldly.
“You’re lost in thought again. Feeling that much better, huh?”
The man, sensing my distraction like a ghost, pulled one of my legs up and thrust deep into the gap. I nearly bit my tongue from the sudden movement and glared at him.
“Why that face? *I’m* the one being dragged into your heat. I’m the victim here.”
I couldn’t argue with that logic, but it still felt unfair. I didn’t *want* to be in an Omega’s body, and I didn’t *want* to go through heat. I didn’t particularly want to be with a man, and I sure as hell didn’t want to get hard or excited against my will.
This really… didn’t feel like *my* body. What if I lost control of it entirely? What if I slipped back into being Cha Sukyung and disappeared completely? The thought sent a wave of anxiety through me.
“Shh, don’t cry. I won’t be rough, okay?”
I didn’t know what my face looked like, but he whispered reassuringly and kissed my lips gently. As if to prove his words, his cock moved carefully, tenderly in and out.
“I… I’m hungry.”
My voice was nasally from holding back tears. I rubbed my cheek against his shoulder, and he let out a dry laugh.
“Now? You’re full of surprises.”
“What can I do? I haven’t eaten anything in 24 hours except for the few sips of water you gave me this morning. My body’s been working at maximum capacity. Has an Omega ever starved to death during heat?”
There had to be Omegas who went through heat without suppressants and with an Alpha, but how did they manage it for days? Did they take breaks when the pheromones calmed down to eat, wash, and handle other necessities? Did I miss that window and end up starving?
“Yeah, no.”
“Then I’ll be the first.”
At my whining, the man finally burst out laughing. His chest shook with laughter, and the cock buried inside me throbbed in response, making my inner walls vibrate.
“Don’t laugh. It feels weird down there.”
I pressed my palm against his lips in protest, and he playfully licked my hand.
“After this round, we’ll eat and clean up.”
“What if I want to do it again?”
“I’ll have them bring suppressants.”
“Then I’ll feel better?”
“The suppressants won’t kick in immediately, but you’ll gradually improve. Then you can go home. Until then, I’ll stay with you.”
He said it lightly, as if to cheer me up. I looked up at his smiling face and wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders.
“Are you always this gentle? Or are you only this nice to the people you fuck?”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
