Free Web NovelChapter 11: The omega who Survived
Azriel
My eyes never left Seraphel’s face.
Even as I rammed my cock harder inside of Eiren’s wet, trembling hole, my gaze remained entirely fixed on him. I wanted to see the look on his face, but the problem was that the pathetic little human face was lowered, his gaze firmly fixed on the ground, completely oblivious to the power that he had on me.
Yet, he could not hide from me because I could hear the rhythmic frantic thumping of his heart echoing loudly in my ears, the desperate rush of his blood through his veins and his chaotic thoughts.
And I heard every single word clearly.
Oh goodness, his mind screamed in a wild loop of pure panic and shameless arousal. The prince of lust have such massive ungodly cock. I had felt it that night but I can’t believe i am seeing this right now. The way he is thrusting so ruthlessly... this is insane. Why am I thinking about this? Why I am getting affected?
A grin formed on my face because I could smell his arousal mixed with the scent of his white lotus.
Good, I was affecting him just like I wanted.
"Raise your head, human," I said slowly, my voice sounding in his head.
But he didn’t. He defied me, keeping his head down, and that defiance sparked a sudden, dangerous anger deep in my chest.
It sent a strange, unfamiliar chill straight down my spine. This was something that had never happened to me in all my immortal centuries. That sudden shock made me angrily pound harder into Eiren, my heavy brutal strokes making a wet, sloppy and utterly debauched sound that echoed through the room.
Eiren was screaming loudly beneath me, his voice cracking from the intensity of pleasure mixed with pain. freewebnσvel.cøm
There were multiple screams of ecstasy and agony echoing around the pleasure room from the other omegas but I didn’t care. I blocked them out entirely, pretending that it was I and Seraphel that were left in the room.
Malachi’s face was lowered to the ground because he knew not to stop my pleasure until I was satisfied.
Now back to the omega, I decided to try again.
"Raise your head, omega," I whispered directly into his mind, using the heavy, suffocating weight of my celestial voice on him.
And it worked this time as he slowly haltingly raised his head to face me.
My crimson eyes widened slightly as his deep dark ocean eyes stared intensely right back at me. They were the prettiest, most captivating eyes I had ever seen on a mortal.
And the exact moment his eyes locked onto mine, his internal thoughts grew even wilder, losing all semblance of control.
Damn, those crimson eyes are absolutely terrifying, but they are so intoxicatingly beautiful, Seraphel’s mind raved, his thoughts completely unhinged as he watched me and there were some words that sounded foreign but was enough to send chills through my body.
It should be impossible that an omega the lowest rank of the mortal, was able to get me feeling like this but I was satisfied by the way he talked about my cock in his thoughts and from the depravity, I finally came as I filled Eiren completely.
I lifted Eiren off my body gently, settling the dazed, weeping omega aside with an elegant careless tilt of my hand. Remaining entirely unbothered by my nakedness, I began to stroke my cock slowly watching with a dark sense of satisfaction Seraphel stared at it hungrily, his lips parting in desperate silent need.
Then I stood up and slowly began to descend down toward Malachi. In the blink of an eye I was in front of the omega and then I snapped my fingers.
The immediate lust faded into a cold, calculating curiosity because the real question finally surfaced in my mind.
How the hell was he alive? He was supposed to be dead. The omegas who served my violent ruts always ended up dead and their fragile bodies always ends up in the corpse pit.
Yet, he was here, standing right behind Malachi for a reason. And whatever that reason was, I knew it wouldn’t be good.
The snap of my fingers instantly changed the room and in a blink of an eye, the pleasure room dissolved, and we were now in my grand throne room.
As the prince of lust, I took immense pride in my material possessions, surrounding myself with the most exquisite, lavish things the world could offer.
My throne room was a masterpiece of elegance carved from solid obsidian and draped in heavy, midnight purple silks that shimmered with woven gold. Intricate crystal chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling, casting a warm seductive glow over the polished black marble floor that reflected the wealth of my kingdom.
Perfection. It feeds my eternal desire.
"So, tell me why?" I demanded slowly as I remained in front of Malachi.
We were the only ones in the throne and I wanted to hear how the omega had survived and why he was there.
"Why?" I repeated, rubbing a hand through my long silver that cascaded over my shoulders. "How are you here?" I asked.
Before Malachi could answer my question, I appeared directly in front of the human in the blink of an eye. I reached out, my long elegant fingers gripping his chin firmly, forcing his face up to meet mine.
"How did you find this omega Malachi?"
Malachi lowered his head as he spoke. "Your highness, I found this omega roaming the streets in a state of chaos, and he claimed that he served you during your rut."
"You are supposed to be dead. How are you alive and..." The words died in my throat.
I gasped softly as my eyes met the smooth skin of his neck.
There, burning brightly against his flesh was the glowing mark of a crimson flower, my own sacred celestial symbol.
I froze as the memories of my rut a week rushed back to me in a violent flash. I remembered marking him as I pounded relentlessly inside him but I had expected it to die with him and never expected that he would survive. "Who are you omega?" I breathed, my thumb brushing against the glowing flower.
The omega shook terribly in my grip, his internal thoughts suddenly tangling together all at once in a terrified mess that made it incredibly difficult to understand what his mind was trying to say.
I turned his face slightly, tightening my grip until those dark blue ocean eyes met mine once again, and that same unfamiliar chill rippled through my veins.
"Just what are you?" I murmured, completely fascinated. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
Seraphel remained there, trying to speak but no words came out of his mouth and I could barely hear anything.
"Malachi speak. Why have you brought this human to me?"
"Your highness," Malachi began, his head still lowered. "He claims that he is pregnant for you."
My eyes widened instantly. "Pre..." that’s impossible.
There was no way anyone could ever carry the child of lust let alone an omega, the lowest hierarchy.
"Is this true Seraphel?"
The omega’s head shot up and his eyes met mine widening hard in shock. "You...remember my name."
A grin appeared in my face as I heard his words. Small, soft just like him.
"Oh I remember a lot of things, omega," I whispered slowly into his ears, the words coming out elegantly. "I remember pounding into your hole, marking you, I remember your screams," I muttered, trailing my fingers down his small face and then met with his eyes yet again. "I had a crazy amount of pleasure that night," I whispered slowly nibbling on his ears and watched as he trembled under me then I grabbed a fistful of his hair and chuckled slowly. "But the one thing that I hate the most is liars," I said, then grabbed his throat, raising him up. "Tell me little omega, are you truly pregnant for me?"
