Page 94 of Shared Omega

“Kane,” I whimper, “You’re so fucking big inside me.”

He answers with an animal growl and starts to move, first with slow gliding strokes, then faster and harder. My inner walls conform tightly around his shaft. I can feel every detail of his thrusting penis—every ridge, ripple and vein, not to mention that hard steel ring through his tip. My body jolts violently with each hard pump.

This shouldn’t feel good, but it does.

In fact, it feels amazing. A deep tension is welling in me, like the onset of my orgasm but targeted inside my ass.

My nails bite into the mossy carpet to steady myself.

“Submit, Outsider,” he snarls aggressively as he slams into me. “Take my cock, omega.”

I understand now what Kane is doing.

He’s hate-fucking me. He’s taking out all of his fury and aggression on my ass. He’s punishing me for being an Outsider.

He’s trying to hurt me with his cock.

The problem is that it’s not working. The problem is that it feels really good. Too good.

The darkness of the great hall fills with the melody of my uncontrollable moans rising and falling over the harsh drum beat of Kane’s tautly muscled pelvis pummeling against my backside.

That part does hurt. Each hard thrust seems to loosen every bone in my body, and I can already tell that my tush is going to be black and blue from the beating it’s taking tonight. But that pain only serves to accentuate the even greater pleasure I’m experiencing inside.

“Harder,” I moan, too far gone to be ashamed of what is happening to me. “Fuck me harder, Kane.”

I’m pleading and taunting at the same time. I shouldn’t be doing either one, but I can’t seem to help myself. My body needs this.

“Hurt me…break me…”

The Alpha responds to my pleas in force.

I feel every detail of his member sliding in and out of my forbidden hole. My channel conforms tightly around every vein and ripple of his shape.

He fucks me deep, his long cock plunging into the limitless depths of me.

The harder Kane slams into me, the more I whine and moan with pleasure. And the more I moan, the angrier Kane becomes, causing him to try and punish me even harder with his cock.

It is a vicious cycle. The cadence and the force of his thrusts increase to a frenzied level, causing a sensation of raw bliss to well up deep within my guts.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come,” I whine.

My voice jolts and stutters with the violence of Kane’s fucking. My fingers claw at the carpet of moss, ripping it up in strips.

This shouldn’t feel this good. My rear hole isn’t meant to be used this way. But somehow my new omega physiology has transformed my body so much that I can come in ways I never thought possible.

Kane, sensing my onrushing explosion of pleasure, holds back.

“Who is your Alpha?” Kane demands.

“You are,” I whimper, my sweat-slick cheek pressed against the ripped up pillow of moss.

“Who does your body belong to?”

I let out a desperate, needy sound, and my rectum clenches around him as if begging to be allowed its orgasmic release.

“You do.” I dart my eyes between Dog and Truk, who are standing now on either side. “All three of you.”

Kane rumbles with satisfaction behind me and buries himself deep in my bowels.