The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra
Chapter 152: Not Done (M)

Chapter 152: Not Done (M)

R18+ Content ahead, please be warned.

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Arren was on all fours, his ass up in the air as a monstrous length thrust in and out of his insides. His hand gripped the mattress as he leaned his face on the bed, and his body moved up and down.

He was moaning and was already in a crying mess as he was fucked again from behind by Spade. Sometimes, the alpha would lean in and suck in the skin of his back, biting his shoulders, or even kissing his lips, and sucking his breath away.

It had been hours, and he was already tired, but Spade seemed to not get tired at all. His cock was still hard and pulsating inside of him, extremely alive.

They were now in one of the rooms on the first floor, and he was carried there and began the fucking once more. It was like the alpha had the intention to explore the villa and spread their love juices around, thereby marking the territory with their mixed scents.

Arren knew this would continue until daybreak, and Spade would not be conscious during his rut. Unlike the heat of the omegas, who had intervals when their consciousness returned before another hour for the heat to flare up again, ruts would continue until it subsided without stopping.

This was the reason ruts could really take a toll on their omega partners.

Fortunately, ruts only persist for a day, unlike omega heats, which could even last a week as the longest for extremely bad heat.

Arren’s legs were lifted by the alpha, and as he was being pounded by the alpha, they faced each other. His two legs were put together, and somehow in this position, Arren’s entrance became even tighter, enveloping both of them with pleasure.

The alpha bit and sucked on his legs, leaving marks on them as well. In fact, Arren had marks all over his body; he was thoroughly devoured as the red marks and bite bruises glistened on his skin.

Arren had his back and neck arched. Earlier, he could still respond with his hips to the thrust of the alpha, but now he was only being pounded without mercy.

It was even a wonder that he had not collapsed yet; he didn’t know that his strong will could also apply in bed. He shivered as he let out another release, and it was almost water at this point.

The alpha soon reached another peak as well. Arren’s hole was filled yet again as the cum gushed out from inside and dripped outside through his ass and then the bed.

"S-Spade..." This time, it was not a moan but an almost pleading voice. Damn, I know you’re so good in bed, please just rest for an hour, okay? He couldn’t help but grumble inside.

He couldn’t say them out loud because his throat had long become sore from sobbing and moaning like there was no tomorrow.

To his surprise, Spade seemed to know what he was thinking and also laid down beside Arren, wrapping his arms around the omega and kissing his nape. Since earlier, the alpha had been obsessed with his nape and had been kissing them but also occasionally teasing them with his tongue or teeth, but he never bit them.

His scent gland was on there, and once the alpha teeth bit on them, he would already have marked Arren. In these little things, Arren knew that even in this state, where the rut was the one who took over him, Spade still respected him with all his heart, with rut or not.

If Spade marked him, Arren couldn’t do anything about it since he would never overpower the alpha. Or not like he had objections to it, but still, this step was special that both of them needed to talk about.

For this reason, Arren was at ease all the time that he was being taken care of by the alpha, even with his rut. Only that he was being devoured, that was all.

He panted and looked at the alpha who was staring at him; his gaze was deep and dark still, which indicated that his rut had not subsided. Another indication of this was that his length was still hard and poking at him from behind.

Still, he seemed to know Arren’s thoughts and stopped, letting him rest. Arren turned around and faced Spade; they were both naked, with white liquid all over, but that hardly matters. He smiled at the alpha and leaned his body against him.

Arren couldn’t talk right now, and even if he did, Spade would not respond in his right mind anyway, so he only comfortably pressed his body against the alpha. Their lengths, which had a noticeable difference, were now facing each other.

Spade looked at it; his deep gaze almost hinted that he wanted to do something, but as he looked at the omega, who closed his eyes and seemed about to sleep, something was holding him back, and he could only suppress it. For some reason, at this moment, his desire was still satiated.

Being with his omega, he was already content.

They took an hour of nap, and as it was an hour before dawn, Arren was woken up by Spade kissing his neck and sucking the already marked skin. After seeing him wake up, the alpha started to release his beastly desire for the last time, this time it was far more intense since it was the last hour of the rut.

For yet another hour, Arren was pounded until he almost passed out. His legs were sore, and his ass became so numb that he knew he couldn’t sit normally the next day. Still, he was also in intense pleasure and gave his all to keep up with the alpha’s pace before another pleasure hit them together.

Spade burst fully inside; Arren almost convulsed because of it, and a few seconds later, as the alpha pulled out, a stream of white-filled liquid gushed out.

The rut was finally over.

Arren slept all the way through; he was only woken up as the bed moved. In his half-awake state, he saw the alpha staring at him. Spade sat in the bed, his hands brushing Arren’s hair.

"Sleep some more," Spade gently said; he was now conscious again.

He was still sleepy, but seeing the alpha awake, he couldn’t get himself to sleep again as he shook his head.

"What about you? Are you okay now?" He asked, a bit concerned. He didn’t know if ruts had like post-heats too.

Spade’s hands on Arren’s hair paused before he chuckled and continued.

"I’m fine, I should be the one saying that." He then caressed Arren’s cheek, both of them ignoring that they were still very much naked at this moment. "How are you feeling?" he inquired, worry evident in his voice.

Arren brushed his face against Spade’s hand coquettishly, looking extremely docile, and yet what came out of his lips was not that soft in the slightest.

"I was fucked all evening," he started, grinning lazily as his brow raised. "What do you think I’m feeling right now?"

At this, Spade was at a loss for words for a moment before he pinched Arren’s cheek, squinting his eyes. "I’m not done with you."