The Vampire's Last Omega

Who is This Alpha?

Teru's eyes rolled to the back of his head.

His moaning purrs were sporadic.

The sound of faps with every thrust was loud.

His cock stiffened, desperate to come with every pulsing thrust. If only Kieran would allow him to stroke himself, but he was given the order not to. How cruel!

Every push into his hole gushed fresh trickles of slick, dampening the grass under them.

The scent of their need made him drunk. Sweat. Slick. Pheromones. The only one missing was cum because neither hadn't yet.

The buzzing hurt his ears.

Kieran had Teru's left leg over his shoulder. He pressed himself between his wide-open legs, gripping Teru's ankle to keep it from falling off. His cock changed tempo often. It would be slow, head rubbing around the omega's twitching bud before sliding to the hilt. Slide out in one slippery movement. This made Teru annoyed because it was meant to tease him.

He growled in frustration.

Kieran heard it.

The speed changed, stuffing Teru hard enough that his body rocked violently.

"Too rough," he whimpered, reaching up towards Kieran's face.

The alpha snarled at it, fangs showing. The wildness resembled a roaring lion. Teru was taken aback, retreating his arm. Kieran took his other hand and wrapped it around Teru's throat. It was tight enough that he couldn't utter a sound, not even a moan. He breathed fine, but it was concerning. Kieran would never go this far during sex without permission and clear discussions about this sort of play.

Fingers dug into his skin. Would he bruise?

Whenever Kieran made him submit in bed, it was through the traditional way: hand pressing on his nape, marking, release of intense pheromones, exposing teeth, demanding the omega to show his belly up, and so on. These were the things Teru was okay with. They were actions he permitted Kieran to inflict on him, natural between their genders to show dominance in the relationship.

That was what Teru intended when going along with the 'challenge' that Kieran accused him of; keep it within their boundaries.

So, choking was too much without warning...

Kieran stopped and made him roll over on his knees, cock still inside; the ultimate submissive position. That 'spot' was poked, prostate dangerously threatening to make him release something that wasn't cum.

Just because he was affected by this fake heat, that was a line Teru wasn't comfortable crossing because it was embarrassing.

"Wait, too deep-OOMPF," he grumbled with a mouthful of dirt as Kieran pushed his face into the ground, still squeezing his throat. Now, it was difficult to breathe. The squelches of cock using his inner walls grew louder.

"Ugh!" Teru groaned.

Yes, this satisfied the aching need. The buzzing died down. The hot sensation slowly extinguished. His sixth sense cried for him to walk away because he was worth more. More than being treated like a sexy toy.

Teru glanced back, frozen when he saw Kieran's void expression. There was no empathy. No anger. No love. No soul. Just a body in automatic motion, hips aggressively pumping into his swollen hole.

Who the fuck is this person?! Who is this alpha?

He squirmed when Kieran leaned down, breeding going faster. The subtle shift rubbed the alpha's tip against his prostate again, making him shudder a silent scream. His mouth opened, no sound. It felt like an orgasm, but he didn't come.