Page 7 of The Sad Omega

"Such a good omega," praised my alpha, his fingers leaving that special spot. He gave a last couple of pumps and then withdrew his fingers. I whimpered, missing the feeling of fullness. Talius rubbed calming circles on my back and ass with the heel of his hand as I zoned out, boneless over his thighs.

I came to with something hard prodding into my side. When I lifted my head, blinking, still dazed, I saw what it was. With a flash of guilt, I realized my alpha was still waiting for me to take care of him. The head of his cock was swollen and purple, and precum dribbled from the slit. I licked my lips. As a very good omega, it was my job to do something about this.

Before I could move, Talius shimmied up the bed, pulling me with him.

"Your turn now. Get me off. Ride my cock like I know you want to."

His filthy words brought my dick back to life, and I scrambled to obey him, climbing on top of him. Squatting over him, I slowly lowered myself onto his cock, while he held it steady with one hand. The other reached up to tweak one of my nipples, and I squealed, caught by surprise.

I took the last part of him, sinking down until my ass rested against his balls. Looking down at the virile handsome man spread out before me, all fierce features and firm muscles, I felt proud. This was my alpha. He wanted me. And he trusted me to take care of his needs. I was his omega, his mate, I was his to my very soul.

He didn't wait for me. Talius thrust his hips up, driving his cock higher inside me, and I collapsed onto my knees and rode him hard.

Flesh slapped against flesh, sweat beaded my forehead and splattered onto his chest, grunts and groans filled the room.

"Faster, harder," demanded Talius, skin flushed red, glistening with my sweat and his own.

I put my hands against his shoulders and thrust back as hard and as fast as I was able. My breaths were harsh and gasping as I slid up and down his cock, my head growing light-headed with exertion until there was only the sound of my skin on his, the roaring of the blood in my head, the stretching in my anus as Talius' knot began to form and Talius' hoarse bellow as he spilled inside me.

I slumped down onto Talius' chest, exhausted but smiling to myself.

We shared a few moments of stillness, lying there still joined, minds drifting in the emotional and physical intimacy of knotting.

"How was that?" Talius asked gently, his fingers tenderly running through my hair. "Feeling okay?"

Sometime during the lovemaking, we'd slipped back into our normal dynamic.

"Mmm... I'm fine," I assured him, wriggling against him, feeling his knot tugging inside me as I did so, sending little zings of pleasure shooting through me. "Better than fine. That was fun."

"Not too rough?"

"You know it's not. I love it. Might have some trouble sitting down later, but... all good."

Talius' arm came around me, holding me close. A soft kiss landed on the top of my head.

I gave a tired, satisfied yawn.

It was the yawn of a very good omega.

???

The next day, Isca and I texted each other a few times. Ostensibly to organize our day on Thursday, but mainly just to keep in touch. I hoped it would make him feel a little less sad if he was in contact with a friend during the day.

On Thursday, we met at 10am outside the supermarket. I didn’t see the blue van drop him off and I suspected he might have gotten dropped off further away because he was embarrassed about his companions. When we met up, his eyes werewide and bright and he was bouncing around on the soles of his feet as though an outing with a friend was a really big deal for him.

Realising we had to make this look like more than just a social event, I asked him, “Okay, so what shops do you need to be able to find?”

“Well, farm machinery, hardware, a mechanic, doctor, chemist, farmwear, a liquor store, council, post office, and if there’s a timber yard, then that too,” he listed them off as if he’d rehearsed it. “That should take us most of the day, shouldn’t it?”

I chuckled. “Sure. But you forgot the most important one.”

“What’s that?”

“The bakery! And,” I emphasized, “that just happens to also be a café.”

Isca grinned. He looked the happiest I’d seen him so far, almost light-hearted, and it looked good on him.

“Let’s take the car and do all the ones we have to drive to. Then we can come back and walk around town for the rest.”