A/N: Lemony snickets to follow. This is a short chappie. NSFW. I repeat: NOT SAFE FOR WORK!

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Chapter 6

Viktor and I have sex over and over, in various ways over the course of three days. Sometimes, he would use a large toy. Sometimes, gloved hands. Other times, he would choose a vibrator. On occasion he would simply pump my length to orgasm. In between sessions, he'd make me drink more water.

By dawn of the fourth day, the last tendrils of my heat began to fade. Enough that I found the ice water to be too cold, and my ass too sore for any further stimulus there. I was content to just being fondled, but even that was becoming too much for my sensitive body.

The kisses to my neck still feel nice, bordering between ticklish and arousing—though slowly treading more into the arousing territory—as he continiues to nuzzle and nip the bond mark.

Instinctively I sigh against the contact, my head tilting to allow him the space needed should he wish to re-claim me. He doesn't bite down, instead choosing to place open-mouthed kisses against the skin. My sighs turn to moans as a result, and when he rumbles a little growl of approval I can't help but whine in turn.

My eyes flutter open as I realize what is going on. My heat may be fizzling out, but it was clear that Viktor's rut was far from over. Through what's left of my heat-induced haze I remember that he's a high level Alpha; that his ruts always outlasted my heats. The result of my being a mid-level omega meant our cycles never quite matched up.

"Wait, Vit..haa..." I whimper as he starts to grind against my sore abused backside. I know without needing a mirror that there a purpling bruises all over my body. But despite all this, his ministrations are bringing life to my previously limp cock. Already I feel the slick starting to form just from this.

Wordlessly he guides me from my spooning position on my side, to my hands and knees. "Mine," I hear him growl from somewhere behind me. It's when I feel the heat of his mouth between my cheeks that I know precisely where he is. I don't turn around to see him, or even to retort. I can't, my mind turning to mush and all retaliation dying on my lips as my eyes roll shut. A low groan pulls from me as I drop my chest to the bed, now resting my weight onto my forearms to give him better access. It's so lewd, all of it; his face down there, tongue dipping in and out. I don't need the prep, my hole already so loose from all the abuse he delivered over the course of almost a week. But god above does the foreplay feel amazing.

He grips my cheeks and further spreads them for better access. The sensation coupled with the wet sounds of saliva and slick are enough to make me painfully hard, precum making a line from the tip of my cock to the messy bed linens below. "Vityaaaa," I whine again. "Need...inside...now..."

He obliges, and with a single hard thrust I achieve what must have been the millionth orgasm of the day. Viktor doesn't stop, only growling in approval before deciding to wreck my body. There is nothing sweet or sensual about this, but I don't mind. I love it, crave it. I reach for a pillow with which to bury my face into, wishing to stifle my moans so that our poor neighbors might be spared. But Viktor wants none of that, grabbing a fistful of my hair and tugging so that my face is free and back impossibly arched.

"Don't you dare," he rumbles into my ear. "I want to hear every. Sound. You. Make. Be a good omega for me and yell for me. Let them know you belong to me."

It doesn't help that with every enunciation, Viktor makes sure to time his thrusts so that it hits my prostate just right. I have no choice but to obey the inevitable. I do scream his name, my fists balled into the sheets and my mouth open. I don't think I'm even speaking English anymore, but a mix of that and Japanese. Maybe all Japanese. I can't tell. I've lost track. I can't think. All my thoughts, all my senses are filled with Viktor and nothing else.

Eventually I can't hold myself up anymore, Viktor having fucked my right onto my belly. MY mouth is permanently kept open. Am...am I crying?

I am!

He doesn't stop. His thrusts are hard and fast, the squelch of slick loud between us. I can only imagine how wet our thighs are from it all. I orgasm again, making a mess between my belly and the bed.

He's still not finished.

Viktor is holding me by the hips and still going strong, my screams now a hoarse cry of bliss. I'm blabbering nonsense now, too far gone to be able to form coherent thoughts. Has it been five minutes, or five centuries? I can't remember. I can't bring myself to care. I want more and yet want no more. I'm confused.

I love it.

When he finally does cum, he bends over and bites on my bond-mark, hard enough to break skin this time. He re-claims me, and it hurts so good that I cum for a third time in succession. Not too long afterward do I feel him shove himself to the hilt within me, do I realize he's knotted me. Really knotted me. He's no small man on a regular fuck session, and this is no regular knot. This is one meant for breeding.

The pressure hurts, but it feels so good that my mouth stays open but no sounds come out, my mind going blank and my throat too raw for anything beyond a whisper to be heard. My cock twitches once, twice, a dry orgasm but just as powerful nonetheless.

I know his knot won't fade for another twenty, thirty minutes. And even in his Alpha-mindset, I know Viktor knows this too. He rolls us over so that I'm more comfortably spooned against him, his teeth still clamped firm on my neck. And when he finally releases it, I fall into a blissful, dreamless sleep.


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