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"Please do stop while you can. You don't want me being the one stopping you."
I said while the young omega practically climbed on me. His eyes clouded by pure lust. Honestly, I am tired of this. Despite hiding and blocking my pheromones, once in heat, they always somehow find out.
"I am both giving you advice and outright warning you, once I'm turned on you won't be able to stop me."
No matter how hard they try and how terribly they cry, I never hear them until the end. And I don't particularly like feeling like I raped someone when it's actually the opposite. It's not like I can push them away without hurting them while high on their pheromones.
"I see that you don't hear me now, so let's do it the mean way, please don't hate me too much"
A few words of warning before I release my own pheromones, a dominant S class alpha ones.
"Aaaaah~ Smells nice"
" ... "
Did he just lean closer?
"Why so cold? I'm so hot here" - ... did he just lick me? That's a first. - " Tastes nice, too"
(should I have a tas-)
"Stop testing my self-control" - I forcefully move my eyes from the sweat on his neck.
When did he unbutton my shirt? This is getting (dangerous) annoying - "you have been warned."
Staring coldly at the youth who's rubbing his scent on me, I slowly release my aura.
"Mmm. Are you mad? Why?" - His lust filled face turns into an adorable little pout -" 'm too ugly for you, eh"
Does this snarky little thing know no fear? Normally they start shivering when I hit them with murderous intent.
(How interesting.)
"Very well, but don't come complaining to me once you're sober. This one is on you" - I say as I switch our position to have him under me.
"..."
Wait, ugly?
"Pffft. Let's see how ugly you are" - slipping my hand under his shirt to - why did the clothes rip again? I didn't use THAT much strength. But oh well. Anyway, let's see.
"Cute"
"What?"
What? Did I just say that he's- blushing with his entire face. And ears. And neck.
"Very cute"
Why does he look so offended, suspicious even.
"Why the long face?" - trailing a line of kisses down his chest I ask.
(he tastes good too)
"S-stop making fun of me and just do your-
-!!!!! Aah~"
"My what?" Stopping just beneath his navel I ask as I carefully strip his trousers.
"What are you? An animal?!"
Look who's talking, I think as I throw away the scraps of fabric that used to be his pants. Looking down I can't help myself and-
"Very cute indeed"
Oh well, I do deserve this offended look.
"You basta- !!!! -aaaaH"
"Are you mad?" - I parrot his words - "Why?" My mouth leave his pink little cuteness as I slip my fingers inside him. - "Am I too inexperienced for you?"
"T-too much." pant "Too fast. Give me a -aaaaah~"
Guess I hit the spot. Hm.
"Won't you teach me? My cute little thing" I wonder when I can switch my fingers with something else.
But this is nice too. It's fun. His reactions (he's not scared) It's cute. His body (overcome with pleasure) tensing up under my touch. It's lovely. His voice (singing with wet moans instead of crying).