Transmigrated As A Feisty Omega
Chapter 129: Slightly erotic

Chapter 129: Slightly erotic

Storm

What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I feel the urge to kill all the men that slut spoke to? When I saw him with Theo’s bodyguard, I felt this urge in me to murder them in cold blood, to show him that I wouldn’t let any man touch him beside me.

I have never felt this way for someone, and that made me feel a bit odd. My heart felt like it was about to be ripped in two, and that’s not a feeling I want to experience.

That was why I came to this brothel, to fuck as many men as I could, to get my mind off the red-haired slut. But I was unable to feel anything for the men. Despite how naked the men kneeling in front of me were, I didn’t feel anything for them.

But the moment the damned slut stepped into the room, my dick stirred, eager to feel his touch. I’m just a goner, and I know that.

Pinning him against the wall was done to punish him, but right now, I’m doing the opposite by kissing him. He moaned under me, wrapping his hands around my waist and drawing me closer.

For a moment, I forgot about my jealousy and the men I saw him speaking with. I forgot that he’s a damned slut, who can’t keep his arse in his damned clothes!

I pressed him against the wall and kissed him, drawing out his pleasure as I tried to show him just how pissed I was with him. I felt this damned urge to rip his clothes off him and fuck him hard against the wall.

And before I could think of my actions, I turned him, forcing him to place both of his hands on the wall.

"Storm..." He wanted to protest, but it turned into a moan when I ripped the shorts he was putting on. I didn’t waste any time thinking of how he got to get another pair of clothes.

With him naked, I removed my wrapper and loincloth, positioning my dick on his arse button.

He shook his arse, arched his back and separated his thighs, providing me with access to his beautiful cute hole.

"You are mine, Omega," I wrapped my left hand around his neck, and pressed so hard that he gasped. "I won’t let you go to another man," I snarled into his left ear, slowly sliding my dick into his warm, wet hole.

"Fuck!" He cried out, arching his back some more as I slid into his arse so hard, he cried out.

I was like a madman, fucking him so hard, that his legs shook, but I didn’t stop. I was intent on teaching him a lesson, to let him know that he’s mine and will always be mine.

"Storm!" He screamed out as he orgasmed for the tenth time, while I was yet in my first.

"Seems like you love to be manhandled! A damned masochist!" With a growl, I turned him, and placed his back on the wall, causing him to wrap his legs around my body.

"Ride me, slut," I murmured, placing both hands on either side of his body, to keep him from getting scratches on his body.

I might hate how slutty he is, but there is no way I’m willing to let anything mar his skin. After all, he’s my slut.

His hazy eyes locked with mine for a moment before he started to move. As his hot wet arse slid repeatedly down my cock, and his little soft arse cheeks smacked against my balls, I felt my excitement begin to increase.

Having him take the lead by rocking his arse into my hard dick, aroused me more than anything else. It sent rippling pleasures through my body, causing me to groan.

"Fuck, I’m cuming!" I groaned, trying to give him a fair warning. It only took a rock of his arse to send me over the edge.

Brys didn’t stop and continued to bounce up and down on me, eager to drive me to the brink of pleasure. There is this expression on his face that shows he’s not ready to let me go until he has drawn out my orgasm.

I groaned heavily again, as his wet little arsehole plunged onto my firm dick repeatedly.

Keenly he carried on, and as his warm wet arsehole slid up and down my shaft, his fleshy rear bounced off my balls, and I could feel my excitement growing closer and closer.

Fuck.

With such a body like his and a face that can lead men to sin, it’s a wonder how he remained a virgin until I took him from his father.

It could be that the beast of a king, who didn’t have any qualms about taking other young boys, was eager to keep his son innocent until he gave him out as a tool for allegiance.

Thinking of other men touching my Brys, angered me. He’s mine, and I won’t let another touch him.

My stomach clenched as his arse contracted on my dick, trying to milk me dry.

"Fuck!"

He didn’t stop. Despite how tired he looked, he rapidly kept bouncing up and down on me, and as his hot wet arse lifted and dropped on my dick; his soft buttocks smacked against my balls, and I felt my excitement finally reach its peak.

"Fuck Brys!" I then cried as I exploded inside of him with no restraints at all. Fucking him and having him rock his arse on me isn’t the same.

With him taking the lead, it was too much for me.

"Storm!" He cried back excitedly, still bouncing hard on my spurting cock.

I gripped his warm arse cheeks tightly, filling him with my warm cum as he orgasmed, mixing our cum as he fell on my cheeks, heaving.

If only men could get pregnant, I would have loved to see his stomach round with pregnancy...

Once more, I thought of a future with a slut I didn’t intend to kill. I just wanted to fuck him hard and toss him to the side after I’m through with him.

*****

I took him back to our room after the fucking session we had in the brothel. Just like my plans when I came to the brothel, I got enough fuck, but it wasn’t with the sluts here, but with the same slut that made me wish to fuck other sluts.

Just like I did days ago, I watched him sleep, trying not to be mesmerized by the softness of his face.

I bathed him the moment we returned and dressed him with my wrapper before I placed him back on the bed.

He was spent from the fucking session we had, and I allowed him to sleep. I lay next to him and closed my eyes, placing both hands behind my head, to cushion it.

With my focus on the ceiling, I tried to think of the quest that would take place a week from today. As the crown prince, I will only succeed my father after I venture into the forest.

I discreetly peered down at the sleeping beautiful Omega next to me as I wondered what he would be up to when I left this place. Will he go to the other men when I’m gone? Will he forget all about me when he sleeps with the others?

If only I can take him with me. As an Omega, who doesn’t have the royal blood in his veins, the forest will reject him should he try to step in.

And there is no way I can keep him from leaving the room. Knowing how stubborn he is, he will likely jump out of the window and leave.

What the hell will I do to him to keep him from whoring his body out? I glared at the sleeping man, trying to think of what to do with him.

I would have loved to leave him with Ray, but I know I can’t trust my second in command. Even if he’s an Omega, there is no denying what he feels for my slut.

Brys stirred. He rubbed his hand on his eyes and sat up on the bed. His eyes went to me before they lowered to his clothed chest.

"You are awake," I rose from the bed and folded my arms.

"Why did you bring me here?" He stared down his body with his mouth upturned in a frown, looking like he was moments from punching me. And boy, must I confess, his punches and kicks don’t feel like that of an Omega.

Had I not fucked him, I would have thought he was an Alpha with the build of an Omega.

"Where else do you wish to go to? Don’t tell me you are eager to climb into other men’s beds?" I sneered at him, feeling a bit pissed at the thought that he might be eager to meet other men.

He winced at my words, "why do you always call me a slut?"

"Because you are one. You are a damned slut!"

"And you are a rapist, a sadist, and a killer!" He yelled, shocking me to my bones.