Page 52 of Shared Omega

When I reach the bottom of the slope, I pause to look through the rain at the naked figures cavorting in the firelight.

They have changed positions now. The Outsider Alpha is sprawled on his back, and the omega, revived by her many climaxes, is now straddling his face, grinding her cunt against him hard as he laps her oozing slick like a thirsty dog. The omega’s moans are muffled by the other Alpha’s cock, which is sliding in and out of her mouth as she bobs her head.

That Alpha, the one enjoying the little omega’s mouth, is different. His heavy brow reveals him to be a Farlander.

I hate Farlanders too. Almost as much as Outsiders.

So I’ll kill them all then.

Still, I’m curious how this strange little pack came to be. Two Outsiders and a Farlander? It doesn’t make any sense.

I crawl through the darkness, advancing so I can get a better look. I crouch behind a boulder and watch as the trio continues.

The Farlander’s hands clutch the omega’s shaved head, and he rocks his hips, forcing her to take him deep. He tosses his head back and groans with pleasure as he sinks into her. The omega clutches at his thighs, but she doesn’t try to stop him, even she when starts to gag on the dick that is deep down her throat.

Lost in his enjoyment, the Farlander holds her head there, forcing her to take it until tears stream down her cheeks.

At last he lets her go, and she rears back, mouth wide and gulping air like a landed fish as thick ropes of saliva drip down her chin. She almost collapses backwards, but the Outsider Alpha—the one whose face she is using like a saddle—he grips her tightly, holding her steady.

She takes three deep, sobbing gasps, and then dives back in, sucking the Farlander’s cock even more aggressively than before.

Source, I’ve never seen an omega quite like this one.

I don’t just mean her shorn head. She has an aura of a warrior about her, and it shows in the way she fucks, like she’s trying to win a fight.

Then it hits me.

Her scent.

It is a raw, fleshy aroma that bypasses my thinking mind and speaks directly to my body on the most fundamental level. My cock instantly engorges with blood, standing fully erect and lifting the tanned leather of my loincloth. My balls throb with the desperate urge to pump their seed into her hole, fertilizing her omega womb.

Source, she smells good.

My mouth waters.

The muscles of my legs twitch involuntarily. My body wants to rush forward and claim her sweltering cunt right here and now. It takes every drop of my willpower to hold myself in place. I’m lucky that the patter of the rain masks the involuntary growl rolling in my chest.

I must be cautious.

I am no coward, but I am also no fool.

Normally, being outnumbered two-to-one wouldn’t give me pause. But these two Alphas appear stronger than average, and I am alone.

I’m always alone.

But I have a plan. Instead of attacking them head on right away, I will wait for them to sate their desires with the omega’s body. Then they will be much tamer.

When an Alpha spills his seed, it weakens him considerably. It dulls his senses and takes the edge off his ferocity.

These two will put up a hell of a fight to protect their omega. But once they’ve drained their balls inside her, at least the odds will be a little more even.

And from the looks of things, it won’t take much longer.

The omega deep-throats the Farlander again, her throat bulging with his girth. He smooths his hands over her short hair and purrs with satisfaction.

“By the Source, Sloane, you look so sexy like that.”

So, her name is Sloane. It is an ugly, Outsider name.