Page 5 of Omega and the Beast

Callista

The bed was soft, the sheets silky against her skin.

She purred, curling into the little nest she’d made for herself.

Something nuzzled against her thigh, and she parted her legs, moaning softly as a soft tongue began to lick her swollen folds.

Her body clenched, and slick slid from her opening, an offering of ambrosia to the supplicant worshiping between her legs.

A purr vibrated through her. Not her own. A low voice, male.

The cramps that normally accompanied her heat were beginning again. She could feel them, but at a distance. Hazy. As though they couldn’t quite touch her.

“Please…” She opened her eyes and realized it wasn’t a dream. She really was lying on a soft bed, not her own. This one had silky sheets, and above her was a dark red canopy.

Looking down her body, past the swells of her breasts tipped with hard, pink nipples, she saw a male between her thighs. Yellow eyes stared up at her from beneath a fringe of reddish blond hair. The same color eyes as the Beast, his hair the same color.

But he was a male , not a beast. The short snout was gone, replaced by a straight nose and mobile lips that he licked as he lifted his head, staring at her.

The sun was coming in through a huge window to their side.

As he moved, the light on his eyes changed, and she realized his eyes were not actually yellow, but amber. They were brighter in the sunlight.

“You,” she whispered.

His purr stopped.

“Hello.” A smile moved on his lips. “This is not normally the way I introduce myself, but?—”

He was cut off as she cried out. Without his purr, without his cock, a cramp twisted her insides.

Immediately, he began to rumble again.

She took a deep, shuddering breath as the cramp eased.

Then his head dove back down between her legs, his mouth and tongue doing magical things that pushed back the pain even more.

Callista moaned, reaching down for him, her fingers tangling in his hair as he feasted on her aching flesh.

She wasn’t sure exactly what he was doing. All she knew was how it felt.

Was he the Beast?

She didn’t know.

The only thing that remained completely the same was how his touch, his purr, eased her. Mostly. As good as his mouth felt, even as she cried out in climax, her pleasure pulsing through her, it wasn’t quite enough. She needed something inside her. Needed to be taken, filled. Craved it.

“Please… more!” It was the only thing she could think of to say and even that brought embarrassed heat to her face.

How could she say such a thing to a stranger? Her sinful Omega nature was coming through again, and there was nothing she could do about it. At least he didn’t seem to think there was anything wrong with it. Or her.

He rose up over her, still rumbling with that growling purr. Broad shoulders, muscled chest… in many ways his body was similar to the Beast’s, but instead of fur, he had curls of dark auburn hair across his chest and below his naval, down to his erect cock. It looked just as big as the Beast’s had.

Taking her by the hips, he pulled her toward him, his eyes glowing with lust as she squeaked in surprise. The new position tilted her bottom up toward him. His strength was as great as the Beast’s as he positioned her, the tip of his cock began to push into her.

Suspicion stirred in her mind, but… no… it couldn’t be…

It didn’t matter who — or what — he was as he thrust into her.

The needs of her body rose and her heat billowed outward as hot slick gushed from between her thighs while he sank into her.

He groaned with pleasure when her back arched, pushing her breasts upward, her body clenching around him as he filled her.

It felt so good. So right.

“More.” She wasn’t pleading this time — she was demanding.

She ached. She hungered.

She needed more of him.

And he gave it to her.

Gripping her hips tightly, he pounded into her, hard enough to move her on the bed, shaking the heavy wooden frame with his thrusts.

Callista’s muscles tightened, her legs closing around him as he moved.

Of their own accord, her hands slid to her breasts, squeezing them, trying to ease some of the ache she felt there as well.

Her nipples throbbed, and she pinched them, gasping as the pain and pleasure sliced through her.

“Do that again,” he demanded, his golden glowing gaze fixed on her breasts where her hands were.

She pinched her nipples again, moaning, her muscles shuddering as he moved inside her, thrusting deeper, harder.

Callista whimpered as his body rubbed against hers, the musky scent of her slick and his arousal combining to saturate the nest he was mounting her in. She was utterly wanton, a mass of need and sensual pleasure, caught in the throes of her Omega nature, yet unable to rise above it.

This was what she had been denying herself all this time. This was what her body had needed. It didn’t feel unnatural or wrong.

It felt so, so right.

“More!”

She pinched her nipples harder, twisting the little buds as he leaned into his thrusts.

His groin rubbing against her swollen nub and sending bursts of pleasure shooting through her.

Her need swelled as her thighs tightened around him, trying to hold him inside her as she began to writhe in rapture.

He growled, the sound resonating within her, sending another wave of pleasure through her.

She cried out when he grabbed her wrists, pinning them down on either side of her head as he began an assault of thrusts between her thighs.

Pinned in place, Callista screamed as her climax reached a crescendo, crashing over her and sweeping away any rational thought.

Something pushed at her, stretching her open, the same way the Beast had.

Her body ached, squeezing, shuddering, yet craving the hot fullness.

Her pleasure grew as he pushed into her, the thick bulge opening her.

She cried out again as it locked in place inside her, his roar of triumph ringing in her ears as he pumped his seed inside her.

Collapsing atop her, he groaned, his grip on her wrists loosening, then releasing so he could move his arm to brace his head next to hers. She shuddered, clenching, feeling him inside her, a little wave of pleasure running through her as fluid gushed within her.

It still wasn’t enough.

As soon as her pleasure crested, it subsided only long enough for her to take a few breaths before it began to rise again.

She reached up, dragging her nails over his shoulders, her heels digging into the backs of his thighs, as a new wave of need assaulted her senses.

Her insides squeezed him, clenching as her arousal flowed through her again.

“Oh… no…” She shuddered. “I can’t… I feel…”

“Shh, I’ve got you.” He moved inside her, both of them groaning at the sensation. “I’ve got you.”

Apparently, what he meant by that was he was there to bring her to pleasure over and over… and over again. She moaned and writhed beneath him, before him, and atop him, bouncing and grinding on him as she worked herself to another glorious climax.

When she thirsted, when she hungered, he fed her the fluid leaking from his cock, which satisfied her in a way water and food never had… and it aroused her, too.

There was a joy in giving in, in letting her true nature rule her actions, without thought for the future, without fear of repercussions.

The day went on, an entire day of pleasure.

Of depravity. When he slid his fingers into her bottom while she moved atop him, she nearly exploded from the sinful sensation, the extra feeling of fullness.

And when he whispered that he planned to ‘fuck’ her there, she climaxed at the very idea, clenching and squeezing his knot inside her pussy while his fingers continued to invade her bottom.

Finally, she couldn’t take anymore, and she went limp, curled up in the nest with his body around hers. The sun was hanging lower in the sky. That was the only rational thought she had before she fell asleep.

When she woke several hours later, it was to the howl of the Beast.