Page 36 of Sinadim

“Would my brave girl like that?” Sinadim cooed, releasing one tormented nipple so he might free his aching prick. “Would you like to take the war chief’s knot just to see if you can? I bet it’s grown massive with years of denial,” he hissed, sending his cock to glide between the cheeks of her ass, where it teased at her second, clenching hole tucked away beneath that crooked tail. “It can happen when Anhur males don’t have access to such high-quality pussy as this.”

He reached around her hip, found where she was held splayed apart—opened by her own fingers—and slipped inside.

The passage was easy, despite the way her glands worked to crush his fingers.

Snarling low in his chest, Balkazar couldn’t help but reach for the bulge distorting the front of his pants. Stroking his cock behind his laces, the other male made no effort to hide the bristling of his mane. “By the fucking Nine,” he snarled when Sinadim worked a third thick finger inside.

“I bet he could make you gape,” Sinadim drawled as slick spilled over his knuckles. “It could be our little secret,” he said, pumping her glistening flesh to a chorus of unmistakably lewd sounds. “That the cum sliding down your legs was that of a commoner, not your sworn prince.”

“M-My prince, I⁠—”

“It’s the highest taboo,” Sinadim pressed, circling her swollen clit with his thumb until it was drawn free of its hood. Exposed. “A crime worthy of death for an Anhur male to touch a harem Omega… in the Silver City.”

She shook her head—but her hips followed his hand and her eyes didn’t leave Balkazar’s fingers as the war chief began to fumble with his laces. “I—My loyalty is to⁠—”

“We’re not in the Silver City,” Sinadim whispered, pulling his fingers free so his cock could slide between her lips. The angry purple head peeking out at Balkazar as she was made to glaze the prince’s shaft in glossy slick. Denied the penetration she so desperately craved. “Are we? Out here, no one can hear you beg for⁠—”

“My prince,” one of the Razie said, hand pressed to his heart as he shattered the moment. “A storm builds in the east.”

Cheeks flushed, the war chief stood in a rush. Flustered. Scrambling to his feet, eyes downcast, he tucked himself away, clapped the sand from his thighs, and said, “We must prepare at once. Bind the tents together and hood the Walleri so the beast doesn’t suffocate beneath the sands. I’ll see to provisions as soon as we’re squared away. My prince”—he turned to offer a stiff bow—“enjoy your morning activities. Everything will be seen to while you take your repast.”

And then he was gone.

Something foreign flooded the prince, then. Something akin to… disappointment, despite the eager female writhing on his lap. Sliding a gooey little cunt along his length as she tried to catch his end and force him inside.

“Greedy girl,” Sinadim drawled, blazing green eyes fixed to the place Balkazar wasn’t. And, working to keep himself from her, he turned his attention to teasing her. Fucking the space between her thighs. He let the flare of his knob rub against her clit before he dragged that tiny bundle of nerves down the length of his shaft. As far as he could reach while straining behind her.

“My prince, please!” she gasped, arching and twisting in place. “I need to be filled, and I need your knot to seal me up and keep it all inside—so I don’t… so I don’t spill a drop. Put a litter in me, Prince Sinadim,” she rambled, frantic now. Taking him by the wrist, she guided his hand not to her sopping cunt, but to the empty cradle between her hips. “Pump me full of life so I might show you how eager this Omega is to be bred by Karahmet sperm.”

It was lewd.

Raunchy talk from a female he’d thought too traumatized to say such things with the confidence of a well-trained whore. A female he’d thought to be just as dainty and timid as she was broken.

Words he’d heard before, certainly. Commands he’d even obeyed in the past to great success and elevation of position.

But from her? Now? Here in the wastes with an audience?

They were words that spurred him to indulge. Knowing the Razie could hear every slap of skin, every carnal splatter. That the scent of breeding Omega would seep through the walls of his tent and make no secret of his actions.

Snarling, Sinadim flipped her. Face down, ass up, cunt glistening with want, he spread her thighs and forced her crooked tail to the side so he could see her without obstruction. Pressing her face down in the sparse bedding, he collected first one wrist, and then the other.

“Show me where you need a knot,” he said, guiding her hands to the taut globes of that pert ass. Sinking back to watch as she peeled herself apart for him, she spread gooey petals with both hands and made herself gape. Wide enough that he could see her glands where they’d grown inflamed and angry with the need to be forced docile.

“Here,” she said. “I need you right here. Deep. Deeper than Veli was ever able to go. I need your knot to make me hurt, so I can milk you dry.”

Sinadim pulled himself free of his laces. Giving his cock a lazy pump, from base to tip. Crushing his knot into submission with the other hand. “Come for me, my brave little slut,” he said. “Let me see how badly that pussy needs this knot.”

Keening high at the back of her throat, all traces of modesty fell away.

She grew desperate and wanton. Plunging her fingers inside to caress her swollen glands, she tried to express them herself. Tried to give herself relief that could only come from a knot, she worked three fingers deep inside, then set her free hand to knead at puffy, neglected nipples.

And Sinadim didn’t miss a thing. He watched, learning her likes and wants. Working himself into a lather as he prepared to glaze her cunt in ropes of pearly ownership.

When she came, it was with a quiet little mewl. Half relief, half torment because it wasn’t what she needed. Without a knot, her heat would only flare brighter. More intense. Driving her to distraction until she grew so desperate, her eyes would gleam black and empty as primal instinct consumed her primitive Hathorian brain.

Utterly pliant to his every whim.

Sinadim grinned. Shifting as if preparing to mount her, he set his tip to her opening and pumped his fist in an ever-quickening blur.