Page 63 of Shared Omega

The omega answers with a moan. She comes up gasping and switches to the Farlander boy, giving his cock a turn, and he pants lustily, guiding her short-haired head with his hand.

“So ripe,” I mumble again.

I lean down and press my face in between those two tender mounds of flesh, inhaling deeply. The mixed smells of her sweat, cunt, and ass fills my nostrils and my lungs like a drug.

“I need to taste you,” I groan.

This is so wrong. This is no ordinary omega that I’m sniffing. She is an Outsider. My sworn enemy. Yet I find myself powerless to resist her. Never before have I smelled an omega’s heat that was this strong.

“Yes,” the omega gasps wetly as her mouth switches cocks again. “Do it, Kane. Eat me. Eat my pussy and ass.”

The plaintive tone of her voice pushes me over the edge. With a deep, involuntary roar, I shred her panties. I pause just long enough to press the ripped cloth to my face. It is saturated with days upon days of her scent, and it sends another pulse of blood into my dick. I swear if I get any harder, my cock will burst.

I cast the reeking cloth aside and plant my face hard against her backside and start licking, drinking her wet arousal straight from its wellspring.

Up front, the omega moans through a mouthful of cock.

I lick her up and down with long, hard strokes, running the flat of my tongue all over her pussy and crack and puckered anus until her entire backside is one wet mess of my saliva and her own dripping slick.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good,” she cries before switching back to the Farlander’s dick again.

Keeping her ass pried apart, I focus in on her wet slit. My tongue tip separates her folds. I tease at her tight entrance, and when I push my tongue inside, I realize that it’s going to be far too tight for my cock.

These stupid Alphas have done a terrible job of breaking this omega in.

Fuck it. I’ll show the bastards how it’s done then.

Giving her spread ass one last long lick, I raise myself up, and walk forward on my knees until my hard cock is prodding her ass. Gripping my shaft, I lever it up and down, working my helmet against her pussy and crack, slathering it with my spit and her arousal fluid.

“Is this what you need, little omega?” I growl. “A real Alpha cock?”

The other two Alphas tense up and snarl at my taunt, but the omega calms them again, quickly jumping her head back and forth between their dicks.

I press my cockhead against her puckered asshole and circle it, making her moan some more. Then I rub it down her spit-slick taint and along the groove of her parting. I work it up and down, spreading my sticky precum onto her slit.

“Is this what you need?” I purr.

“Mm-hm!”

The omega hums her assent with her lips wrapped around the Farlander’s shaft. I glance at the dog. He gives me a hateful glare, clearly unhappy about sharing his omega.

He is possessive and protective of her. I can admire that in a way. She is no doubt a special omega.

But she’s an Outsider too, I remind myself. She is tainted with their evil technology and their deceptive ways.

Still, perhaps I can enjoy her just this once.

I need to be careful though.

I mustn’t lose control.

The omega tosses her head back and cries out as I stroke the head of my dick over her tender, erect clit, which is well lubricated with a mixture of many different slippery fluids. I thrust my hips, grinding my cock against her little bud until she is shivering with pleasure.

But when I work my finger between her petals to check her entrance, I find she is still much too constricted.

“Open up, little omega,” I purr. “Open for your Alpha.”

I stroke her clitoris even more roughly, and she starts to climax, gushing hot fluid onto my pelvis and balls. She sobs with pleasure as she brushes her cheeks against the other Alphas’ cocks like a cat, smearing her own saliva onto her face.