You’re under him, hips lifted off the mattress. Air can barely made it through your nostrils as your face is being pressed against the sticky soggy sheets and you wish you could tell him no—tell him to stop. Why go against nature? It was the right thing to do, but you couldn’t. Didn’t want to. Just the sting and stretch; that foreign feeling of his knot fighting against the tightness of your entrance had your insides churning as his smoldering skin scurried down your back. Fluids of all kinds mixed from the hours this ludicrous attempt was taking.

He could feel your walls spasming again and again, fluttering around his cock. He could tell you were trying hard. His rut caused him to inflate even more, opening your pretty hole as far as it could go. You’re beginning to unconsciously trash under him, accidentally pushing him even deeper and taking more of the engorged ring.

“Shou–should have… taken an omega…” you hoarsely stammered. Almost reaching your limit.

Your words stirred something dark and ominous inside him and with such an impulse growing, he took hold of your hips—harder; fingers digging into your sweaty skin. Thus making him grip it tighter than necessary. With his range ignited by your latest thoughts, he harshly shoved himself one last time. His knot completely swallowed by your aching hole as your mouth let out a silent scream. Legs trembling from the momentary burn while his arms surrounded your body and all his weight finally fell on you.