Chapter 90: Chapter 90
Dron had to be the strongest alpha in all the land.
It was honestly the only explanation he could come up with for not ripping the rest of Tempest’s clothes off and giving her exactly what she was begging for.
The only thing stopping him was the fact that he knew that if he took her now, as she was asking for when her heat was over, she would be disappointed in him. She might even think that he took advantage of her.
That’s not how he wanted to be seen in her eyes.
Still being in this room with her and having her grinding and touching on him in this way was nothing but torture to him.
He was a fool to think that he would be able to get through this without partaking in her body just a little bit.
Just a little bit.
Dron smirked down at Tempest, but she only scowled at him.
"Are you laughing at me?" She asked.
"Never." Dron answered right away.
It was the truth. He wasn’t laughing at her, he was simply remembering the deal that they made the last time that they talked about this. He might not be able to get through to her while she was deep in her heat, but he could still help her. They’d agreed that he could do other things to her in order to help her.
"Do you trust me, Tempest?" Dron tilted his head as he questioned her.
"Yes." She answered breathlessly and wiggled her body a little more as if she were ready for whatever it was that Dron was about to do to her.
"Good. We will not mate."
"What! No! I trust you. I want to. I want it now!" Tempest yanked her wrist away from Dron and physically struck him in the arm.
It didn’t hurt, instead it felt more like a little animal bouncing off against his skin. Still he recognized that she was trying to hurt him. Trying to get him to change his mind.
"I know what you want now. But I also know what you are going to want after all this is over. You won’t be happy if we go through with this. There are other things that we can do. We talked about it."
"I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re supposed to be an alpha. Supposed to know what to do with me. Maybe they were all wrong. Maybe you truly are broken." As soon as the words popped out of Tempest’s mouth, her eyes went wide, and she smacked her free hand over her mouth. Tears popped in her eyes but they didn’t fall down her cheeks. She shook her head fast from side to side.
Dron hissed and growled down at Tempest.
"I didn’t mean that. I don’t know why I said that. I’m sorry. Oh god. I’m sorry Dron. I don’t think that way."
Dron wasn’t hurt by what she said. He knew that it was just her primal instincts trying to push forward. She was agitated, and not getting what she wanted, of course she would lash out.
"Shh, my temptation, let me show you that I know what to do with a sweet omega like you." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck.
He sucked and licked the soft skin.
Tempest groaned and calmed a little. Her hips were still moving on their own, but at least she wasn’t trying to harm him anymore.
Instead of keeping his body away from her he pressed down hard against her. He wanted her to feel all that he had for her. Wanted her to feel how much he wanted her. She wasn’t alone in this. He was hurting for her too. He just had to be strong enough for the both of them. He could do that for her. He had to do that for her.
"Please... Dron. More." Tempest whimpered as he slowly made his way down from her neck to her collarbone. She moaned loudly when he began to grind his hips in time with her own.
They were quickly getting to the point of no return. Dron knew he just had to keep a hold on himself. As long as he didn’t give all the way in, he could enjoy the little bit that she was willing to give to him.
He quickly pulled the shirt that she had on off. In fact he was moving so fast that he ripped the fabric. He didn’t care. He would buy her more clothes.
She gasped and opened up more for him. Dron could smell the slick nearly leaking through her underpants. It was intoxicating.
Dron slid down Tempest’s body a little more until he was eye level with her breast. He slowly licked up the heavy mound. He continued until he made his way up to the nipple where he sucked it into his mouth.
Tempest moaned loudly, and her back bowed up off the bed. Dron pressed a hand to her midsection and pushed her back flat. He needed to be able to get to every part of her.. He was controlling this process. At least that was what he was telling himself.
"Yes, Dron. Oh... yes." She moaned. Tempest’s breath was wiggling all over the place and Dron had to use a little more force to keep her still.
He continued to suck and lick at her nipples. Switching back and forth between one and the other.
He bit down softly and then heard the most astonishing sound. Tempest gasped and her body stiffened.
Dron lifted slightly, not taking his mouth off her nipple as he watched her break apart.
She screamed loud and her legs scissored under him. No matter how much he tried to keep her still, he just couldn’t. Then he felt the wetness growing under him. When he pulled his hand down he realized that she was bascially pooling slick under her body.
All of his instincts were telling him to just finish the job. She was more than ready for him. Honestly, it was push and pull inside of him at that moment.
He stood still as the last of Tempest’s orgasm ripped through her.
"Oh that feels so much better. Thank you." Tempest groaned softly.
Dron chuckled. "If you think I’m through with you, you’re mistaken."
Tempest laughed softly, but didn’t question Dron.
He repeated the entire process, pushing Tempest’s body into not one, not two, but three more orgasms. Tempest screamed through each and every one. By the time Dron had finished bringing her to orgasm simply by sucking on her nipples, Tempest was no longer able to vocalize words. She grunted and moaned. Sighed and groaned.
It was like music to Dron’s ears.
Still he wasn’t done with her. It was like he was crazed when it came to bringing her pleasure.
"I need more." Dron grumbled against her skin. It wasn’t to ask for permission it was just to let her know that she wasn’t done with him.
There was a worried whimper from Tempest. Dron wasn’t worried. He knew what she could do. Had faith that she would last.
He may not be able to bring himself to completion just from what he was doing to Tempest but this was the best he’d ever felt with any omega. All the while he hadn’t even touched himself.
"More, Tempest. Give me more." Dron ordered.. He wanted to wring out every ounce of pleasure from Tempest.
He slowly pulled his fingers down and roughly pushed Tempest’s thighs apart. She still had on her underwear. That wouldn’t do.
He ripped them off in a second. Another gush of slick dripped from between her legs.
"Dron..." There was a tremor of worry in Tempest’s voice. Now that she’d come a few times he could tell that she was coming back to herself mentally. Her brain was no longer a fog. Dron on the other hand was still very much lost in his instincts.
"Trust me Tempest. I’ll stop. I promise I’ll stop." He wanted to get closer to her. He couldn’t fully penetrate her with his shaft but maybe he could use his fingers. Perhaps that would be enough for him.
He slowly rubbed his hand up and down along the sensitive nub between her legs. The omega’s that are native from Ustea didn’t have what the Earthlings called a clitoris. There pleasure center was deep inside of her. Dron had only learned about the earth woman’s female anatomy from the text that he read when trying to learn more about his mate.
It was a useful reproductive organ in his opinion.
"Dron, I can’t. Oh lord, help me. I can’t come again." Tempest tried to wiggle away but Dron held her firm. Maybe a little too firm. If he wasn’t careful, he would bruise her delicate skin. He took a deep breath, and softened his hold without stopping his movement on her clitoris.
She was hyperventalating.
In that moment, Dron’s wrist device beeped, letting him know that someone was trying to reach him. He ignored it. He already knew who it was. Gerax must still be montitoring Tempest’s vital signs.
She wasn’t in danger; she was in euphoric bliss.
Tempest wailed a deep, feral cry as her body pulsed with another orgasm.
Instead of staying on her clit, he moved just one finger lower. He tried to push his pointer finger inside of her. But no matter how wet she was for him she was still too tight. The tissue that protected her purity was still intact, but there was a small hole there. He could get in deeper. He switched to his ring finger. It was smaller.
He dove inside slowly, careful not to hurt her. Careful not to tear her.
"Shit, Dron, yes!" Tempest bucked against his hand as he pumped in and out of her. The motion revved Dron up. He wanted to be inside of her and not just his hand. He wanted his primary shaft to fill her up. Wanted to be banging deep inside of her but he would have to deal with just this.
He was appreciative for even this little bit.
Two more orgasms later. Tears fell from Tempest’s eyes.
"Omega, talk to me. Are you hurt? Tell me." He stopped his movements. He worried that he’d gone too far. Worried that in his excessive need for her that he’d done something she didn’t like.
"It’s so much. Perfect. I love it. I love you." Tempest whispered. Her eyes were closed and her body was lax.
The words hit Dron like a boulder. He was speechless.
Dron pulled his finger from inside of her. And wiped down his face. The scent closer to him caused his mind to go blank.
Oh, Moon Goddess, her slick smelled absolutely divine. Edible.
Dron slowly stuck his finger in his mouth. He licked the slick off his finger and his heart nearly popped out of his chest.
He thought he was addicted to her smell but her taste... her taste was out of this world. Dron licked his finger again, trying to suck the very essence of Tempest out of every last one of his pores.
There wasn’t enough. He needed more.
"Tempest... Please... I need..." Dron couldn’t verbalize what he wanted. He hoped that she understood his desire.
Tempest whimpered but she wasn’t pushing him away. He hoped that she was still on board for what he was about to do.
He pushed down on the bed, licking quickly down her abdomen, dipping the tip of his tongue into her belly button, causing her to giggle a little.
Dron didn’t spend much time there. He was on a mission.
He spread Tempest’s legs further apart, ignoring the massive supply of slick he was now laying in.
Dron’s need for her was too intense; he couldn’t take it as slow as he wanted. He darted his tongue out and licked her slit. The taste was like the best meal he’d ever eaten. He just couldn’t get enough.
He licked and sucked at Tempest cunt until all of her moans and gasps nearly melted into themselves. He’d lost count of how many times she’d come.
Lost all track of time as he continued to feast on her. Dron felt like he would be able to taste her for the rest of his life and still never get enough.
It wasn’t until her body had gone completely lax and he stopped hearing the sweet sounds that she was making that he realized that she’d passed out, probably from exhaustion.
Tempest was no longer in pain from her heat. She was satiated at least for now.
Dron knew an omega’s heat could last at least a week. That meant he would have at least a few more days to be able to share in this experience with Tempest.
He could taste her over and over again.
Dron couldn’t wait to do all of this again.
