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Blackport wedges his fingers in between the tight gap between us and strokes me, ramping it up until I fear I can no longer take any more. Tears stream from my eyes, but not from sadness. Relief bursts forth like a dam as my core clenches around the massive bulge, triggering one last release.

With a heavy groan, I slump forward, depleted for now. Before he lets me lie down on his chest, the duke has the wherewithal to pull over a bit of sheet and cover the bloody mess, allowing me to sleep. When my eyes close, they feel far too heavy to open again as blissful respite overtakes me.

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Pleasure explodes through my body. Fragmented images pound into my brain as Blackport uses his tongue to bring me to another release. But that’s not what I want. I need him inside me, thick and hot, filling me to the brim and sending me hurtling over the edge.

Spreading my legs open even further, I tug on his hair, desperate to convey my need. I cannot speak. Words seem to escape me. They’re fathomless, worthless. All I can do is communicate with sounds and moans. But still, he doesn’t give me what I need.

In the haze of lust, I can see his face as it hovers over me. His eyes are pitch black, like some demon sent to devour me. Am I dreaming again? But as if fingers pinch the delicate skin between my thighs, I know it’s all too real. A gurgling cry erupts from my lips, but it’s not in agony.

No. Everything he does to me, every bit of pain he provides, only serves to give me even greater pleasure. Without saying a word, he jostles a dark bottle in front of my face. I cannot even guess as to its contents. Soon, however, he uncorks it and tips it over onto my chest.

It’s a lubricant of some sort. That much I can tell. There’s no scent, only sensation. He rubs it into my skin, kneading the sore muscles until I melt underneath his ministrations. Though it’s not as rough as I crave, it still quiets the mind, keeping me fully under his spell.

He continues down my arms and to my thighs until he turns me over and massages my back. I arch into him as he digs his knuckles into my backside, purring like a kitten who found a patch of sun on a dreary, cold day. When he spreads me open, I don’t fight him. However, as he drips the lubricant over my back hole, I freeze.

“Be my good girl,” he murmurs, running his finger along the puckered flesh. “I told you I’m going to claim every hole you possess. Your arse is the last one.” He slips the tip of his thumb past the tight ring, and I cannot help the wanton moan which drips from my lips just as decadently as my arousal drips from my thighs.

He eases it out, only to drive in a bit deeper, stretching me open a bit more. There’s a burn and a slight sting, but it’s nothing I’m unable to handle. So far, I’ve felt much worse and found the most exquisite release afterward.

Over and over, he eases in and out, lulling me with the sparks of sensation until I’m used to them. Only then does he pull out and fill me even more. I can no longer tell if it’s one finger, two, or more. Everything muddles together until I can barely breathe.

I dig my fingers into the nest, a whine wheezing through my lips. With a throaty purr, Blackport leans down and plants kisses down my spine, waiting until my body relaxes before pushing in again.

“That’s my good girl,” he groans, stretching out the edges with his thick knuckles. “I know you can take it. You’ve already taken so much, love. Let me in. Just breathe for me. I’m going to make you feel so damned good.”

Burying my face in the nest, I force myself to relax. It takes a few moments, but I can feel him sink in further.

“That’s it.” His voice is thick with need, decadent. “I’m going to fuck your arse with my cock,” he breathes against my skin, his voice hoarse as the sound skitters up my spine. “You’re going to take me, all of me, even my knot, aren’t you? Say you’ll do this for me.”

Desperation laces his tone, answering a need deep within me. He craves this just as much as I crave him. Unable to speak, I merely nod. Again, those drops from the lubricant drip against my upturned bottom. A thrill of anticipation makes my nerves stand on end.

The blunt tip of his member prods my entrance. It’s far bigger than his fingers. How am I going to take all of him? Before panic can truly take hold, he purrs, the sound sliding over me, much like the lubricant. It settles me, allowing me to breathe as he eases his way in.

The fit is tight, far more than when he took my mouth or my pussy, as he calls it. We both groan in unison as he pushes forward, stretching me open with his massive girth. He invades me, impales me, and owns me completely.

Millimeter by millimeter, inch by inch, he slides in. “That’s it, love. Good girl,” he groans. Every few moments, he pauses, allowing me time to accommodate him. “You’re doing so well for me. Show me how good you can take my cock and my knot. Show me just how badly you want it.”

A low moan hums in my throat as I drink in his words, using them as a balm on my poor abused opening. Still, he purrs as he coaxes me to let him in. It’s a slow process, but eventually, his entire shaft fills my bottom.

The crisp hairs at the base of his stomach tickle my skin, distracting me from the intense burning ring. His fingers dig into my bottom cheeks as he holds himself still. Unable to keep my body from reacting, I clench around him.

I’m full, so very, very full, and yet, I’m so empty at the same time. But from what I’ve seen, there’s only one shaft on him. There’s no way he can fill both holes as I need him too. Another soft whine stutters from my lips, and he runs his hand down my back as if to soothe me.

“What is wrong, omega?” he rasps out. “Please do not ask me to stop. I cannot. I will fuck this arsehole until I’m depleted. Are we clear?”

“I- More,” I cry. “I’m so very empty.”

His hands still on my body before a dark chuckle rumbles from his chest. “I will see to your needs, omega.” Easing out, he turns me on my back and smiles down at me. “I will stuff you so full, you cannot move.” He growls for me, sending shivers of need down my body until I nearly weep from the sensations.

CHAPTER 32

ROBERT

My omega looks stunning as she lies back in her nest, her body stretched out and pliant, ready and waiting for me. Bringing up her thighs, I spread her out, teasing her back entrance with my tip. Once she’s squirming again, desperate for my cock, I pull away, leaving her wanting as I slide off the bed.

“Do not move an inch,” I growl. “If you want me to pleasure that little arsehole of yours while stuffing your cunt with my fingers, you will be patient and still.”