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“Canna,” I sighed. “You feel so good.”

She hummed her response, the vibration driving me crazy. I couldn’t take it anymore, and I ran my fingers through her thick, silky black hair. I marveled at the hints of blue and purple that were picked up in the light, feeling my release hurtling towards me like a train.

My balls tightened and I groaned, spilling myself into her mouth. She happily milked every last drop from my cock, pulling away with a smile as she swallowed.

Something in me clicked. I needed her, more than just for this moment. I suddenly couldn’t imagine not having her in my bed everynight, crying my name as my knot locked inside her sweet pussy.

I beckoned her with a finger. “Come, it’s my turn.”

She blushed again. “What do you mean?”

I laid back down. “I can’t move, I need you here,” I replied, pointing to my face.

Her eyes widened in shock and surprise, but then she nodded eagerly and shimmied out of her dress.

My breath hitched at the sight of her. Full, heavy breasts with dusky nipples begging to be sucked, and hips made for grabbing onto. Her perfect skin was marred by more scars, and she nervously covered the bigger ones with her hands.

“Don’t,” I ordered. She stopped moving towards me, her shoulders slumping in shame.

“Don’t cover yourself from me, Canna. You are so beautiful. I want to see every inch of you.”

She raised her eyes to mine, my cock coming back to life. “Really?” she asked, her voice small.

It killed me to think she was embarrassed of her body. Of her battle wounds.

She was tough. A warrior. She was surviving this hellhole.

But that all ended today. Because today, she was coming with me. And on me.

“Really,” I replied. “Now sit that beautiful pussy right on my face so I can lap up that slick straight from the tap.”

She laughed again, the sound making my teeth ache to claim her. To latch down on her lovely neck and mark her as mine.

Canna slowly crawled on top of me, making sure to avoid touching my wounds. Then she kneeled around my head, her hands holding onto the headboard behind me. Her smell enveloped me and I growled, grabbing her juicy ass and slamming her right into me. My tongue pierced through her tight pussy and we both moaned, her taste even sweeter than her smell.

“Ezra,” she whispered, now beginning to grind her hips across me. “Mmm, Ezra.”

I licked through her folds, finding her clit and sucking it between my teeth. She whined, the sound going straight to my cock. “Do you like that?” I asked.

She rubbed herself against me harder. “Don’t stop!”

I chuckled and continued, so happy she felt so at ease with me that she could order me around. I would gladly be her slave.

My hands ran up and down her hips and thighs as I ate herout, the pain in my chest gone as I lost myself in the pleasure of her pleasure. Was she a screamer? Did she like to come silently, with her mouth parted in a small little “oh?”

I needed to find out, soon.

One of her hands left the headboard and she grabbed her own breast, kneading and pinching as her climax hastened.

Oh, my sweet omega. She was a goddess.

I focused all my attention on her clit, and she threw her head back and yelled. “Yes, yes yes!”

Every second I wasn’t inside her was a waste, and I didn’t care about my injuries as I lifted her off me and slid under, flipping around and kneeling behind her. I entered her with a hard push, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm clench around my cock.

“Yes, Ezra!” she screamed. “Fuck me just like that!”

“I am yours to command, Canna.”