The Lycan King's Rejected Omega

36 — For Her

Thorian pulled her closer, his touch igniting a wildfire within her. Her eyes widened, feeling the bulge of his hardening c**k pressed against her thighs — of course, he swam naked. And he was hard for her.

His lips had melded with hers with a fervor that left her breathless. With each gentle press, he conveyed a longing that words couldn't capture. His hand trailed down her spine, sending shivers through her body, as if he was composing a melody with his fingertips on her.

His other hand cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. In response, her hands roamed across the expanse of his back, tracing the lines and contours of his defined muscle. Pressed against him, she could feel the rapid beat of his heart, matching the frantic rhythm of her own. Two hearts, beating for one another.

His tongue traced the outline of her lips, seeking entrance, and she parted them willingly, inviting him into her depths. As he entered, she met him eagerly, her own fingers now grazing the nape of his neck, trailing down his spine in a silent plea for more, more of him — as much as he could give her, she was ready to take it all.

She moaned softly, feeling the world around them fade into oblivion, leaving only the heat of his embrace. She could feel the hotness everywhere — from the f*****g crown on her head, between her thighs and at the soles of her feet, despite the fact that she was in chilly water.

Thorian's touch was firm yet tender, rough yet gentle, hot yet cold. He set her skin ablaze with a hunger she hadn't known before. It was as if his hands were orchestrating a masterpiece upon her. His fingers traced the curves of her body with reverence, with worship, with desire.

He could feel his c**k twitch as it lengthened in size, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He needed to be buried in her, here and now.

He pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily and his words coming out in ragged gasps, “Asmeria…” he trailed, his silver- eyes fixated on hers and from the familiar dilate in them — the one she recognized from five years ago when he bent her over against that banister, and took her virginity, she knew what he wanted to ask. “Do you want to—”

“Hell yes, Thorian.” she interjected immediately, closing the distance between them as she captured his lips once more. His hands found her waist, holding unto her as though she was an anchor. He simply could not get enough of her.

He broke the kiss again, this time his lips started to trail down Asmeria’s neck. His little kiss tingled, leaving a buzzy feeling in their trail and grating on her nerves in a good way. His hand left her waist, going underwater with a soft splash as he grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it off her head. He tossed the fabric aside, and it started to float around them.

He paused for a moment, swallowing nothing as he gazed at her body. It was perfect, as though sculpted by the finest hands. Her wet hair fell on her breasts, covering most of it…but he wanted to see her, all of her. Gently, he parted her hair aside, her length now falling on her back and he could behold her, the gorgeous moulds of skin; ample, generous and succulent. Her n*****s were perked up and hardened already, pleading and begging for his touch.

And he did as required of him.

He bit down on her n****e, causing her to gasp. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh.

She shut her eyes, throwing her head back, “Thorian…” she drawled, her knees starting to feel weak as her hands tightened in his hair, tugging on him.

He switched to Asmeria’s other n****e, giving it the same treatment. She could feel his c**k throbbing against her, pleading for its own touch. She reached down, stroking him gently.

Thorian groaned against her breasts, his hips bucking against Asmeria’s hands. He couldn't take much of it, not when she was driving him wild like that. He straightened, taking his mouth off her breasts and then he pulled her up, grabbing her ass as she straddled herself against him and threw her arms over his shoulder

He tilted his head, his lips meeting hers again in a soft kiss; this one wasn't rushed or hasty, it was intentional and as though he was taking the time to register every moment of it.

“Lean. Backwards. A bit.” he instructed, punctuating every word with a kiss. She did as he said, loosening her grasp on his shoulder, her body retracting and nearly touching the water. This way, there was a bit of a space between their crotches — and he took advantage of it, his hands immediately beginning to rub her c**t.

She gasped, arching her back even further as he slipped a finger inside her. She was already wet, and he started to finger her p***y in earnest.

Asmeria began to pant, “Oh, Thorian, that feels so good.”

Thorian continued to finger and didn't stop moving, and Asmeria felt herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. Her back ached and her legs were trembling from the position he had her in, but f**k, his fingers were hitting every spot. He enjoyed the different faces she made as the pleasure unnerved her, loosened her and how vulnerbale she was to his touch.

And then it hit — like a tidalravaging a city, and she cried out as her p***y clenched around Thorian’s fingers. He continued to f**k her with his fingers, drawing out ever last shudder of pleasure.

He pulled her close, her legs properly wrapped around his torso now as she gasped for breath.

“f**k, Thorian, that was amazing.”

“No, you’re amazing.” he said, and then his lips met with hers once more. He lifted her slightly with one hand and wwith another, he directed his c**k into her entrance.

She threw her head back, her lips agape as she broke the kiss and breathed, “Fuck.”

His hands were underneath her ass as he guided her movements towards him, her hips slapping against his and their eyes fixated on each other’s. His breathing slowed, his muscles relaxed as he got used to the knee-buckling feeling of his c**k burried in her. It was bliss, pure bliss.

“Asmeria…god…” he dralwed, pulling her back and forth as she made him rock him. They moved together, gazes locked, bodies in sync and slick with water.

She pushed further, her p***y swallowing more of his c**k as she wrapped her hand around his shoulders. She moaned as his c**k stretched her out, reaching heights she didn't even know existed and she shut her eyes, biting her lower lip at the bittersweet sensation of pain and pleasure.

“Faster, Thorian. Faster.”

Her wish was his command. He balanced his grip properly, one of his hands now moving to her waist as he increased the pace, starting to ram his c**k into her. Her eyes shut even more tightly as she moaned, whilst he f****d her hard and deep.

His c**k hit all the right spots and his thrusts became more urgent, her p***y clenching around him.

“Don’t stop…please…” she gasped, digging her nails into his back.

It became chaotic — their bodies no longer moving in rhythm, and their movements more erraric as their orgasms drew near. And after a few more thrusts, Asmeria came with a cry, her climax sending shockwaves through her body.

Thorian followed her over the edge, his c**k twitching inside her as he came. Slowly, he lowered her down, her feet touching the sand underneath once more, her body sore and aching. Yet, she still had a smile on her face.

“That was incredible.” she said.

“Of course, it was.” and with that, he captured her lips once more.

-:-

Asmeria stood before the mirror in her bedroom, the soft morning light filtered through the curtains and casted a warm glow over the room. A smile was plastered on her face as she anticipated the day ahead, a day with Thorian.

She admired herself in the mirror — she had taken the time to dress up for him. Her hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders, the blonde strands gleaming. Her hairdressers had taken an extra-time to carefully style her hair today, at her command.

Her eyes had on a touch eyeshadow, the subtle blue hues complementing the natural blue of her irises. She traced her lips with a rosy pink lipstick, a soft smile growing as she imagined Thorian's reaction to her appearance.

For her attire, she had chosen a flowing gown of deep azure blue, the rich fabric cascading elegantly around her form in soft folds. The neckline dipped modestly, hinting at the curves beneath without revealing too much, while the sleeves draped gracefully over her arms.

As the last button of her gown was fastened by the maid, Asmeria couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her chest. When the maid was done, she stepped away and with a final glance in the mirror, Asmeria smoothed down her gown and took a deep breath.

“Do you think he would like this?"

The maid smiled warmly at Asmeria and replied, "Absolutely, my Luna. You look breathtaking."

She returned the smile gratefully. "Alright," she said with a nod, "I shall join him for breakfast immediately."

With a graceful sweep of her gown, Asmeria descended the staircase. As she entered the dining hall, she noticed that breakfast had already been served, the table adorned with an array of delectable dishes. However, Thorian was conspicuously absent.

Furrowing her brow slightly, Asmeria took her seat at the table, his absence left her feeling perplexed.

Nevertheless, she pushed aside her concerns and began to eat, but unable to shake the nagging sense of unease that lingered at the back of her mind. She wondered why Thorian hadn't offered for her to sleep in his room, as she had anticipated after their night together. And now he was absent from breakfast.

Asmeria glanced up from her meal, her gaze scanning the room as she heard footsteps, but it wasn't Thorian — just one of the male servants. Sighing softly, she resigned herself to waiting for him to arrive, he would come soon.

More long moments passed and Thorian hadn’t still come to the table, but when she heard footsteps approaching again, she looked up — this time, it was him.

She smiled, “Hey, Good morn—”

The words got caught in her throat where he simply picked up one of the dishes placed in front of his chair, and without saying a word, he left the dinning table.

Asmeria’s heart sank.