CHAPTER 8: The King Punishment!
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The king stared at Omega's face, its beauty marred by scars. Even her hand, now clasped in his, bore visible marks of conflict. He shook his head in disbelief, wondering why she persisted in battle despite the pain it inflicted upon her.
Despite Omega's smaller stature, he couldn't ignore that her adversaries were Alphas. Did she not perceive herself as inferior?
Despite his efforts to resist, the king could not ignore her alluring beauty. His gaze was drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
"Ugh! Damn it!" With a sudden surge of anger, the king violently pushed Omega away.
A wave of disgust washed over him as he recalled the reason for her presence in his room. He trembled in anger, recalling the reason for her presence: she was merely a substitute for his true betrothed, whom he despised.
"Hmm." Omega felt a faint sense of relief as she perceived the warmth of the king's body radiating against hers, yet it was insufficient to quell the fiery longing within her. "Please, Your Majesty," she whispered weakly, her plea directed towards the king who had thus far resisted the allure of her pheromones.
The king's fists clenched tightly, and he found it impossible to resist closing his eyes and inhaling the intoxicating fragrance that emanated from Omega.
Since his coronation, the king had been able to control his reactions to the pheromones of other omegas. However, the captivating scent that surrounded this particular Omega overwhelmed his senses, igniting an intense desire to relieve the growing heat that consumed his body.
Unaware of the danger she faced, Omega reached up and gently caressed the king's neck. In response, forceful motion, the king seized her neck, drawing their faces dangerously close.
The king's kiss to Ysha was forceful, but she remained indifferent.
Ysha reciprocated the king's passionate advances, ignoring the wounds inflicted by the rogues. She relished the king's caresses, the warmth from his hands soothing her body.
"My...Majesty," Ysha murmured weakly as he released her lips.
Spotting an overturned bed, the king effortlessly flipped it over and lay down.
With a violent motion, he pushed Ysha onto the unmade bed. Despite the scattered objects, their shared passion intensified.
The king leaned over Ysha and kissed her again, his tongue exploring her mouth with desperate longing. His search was intense, as if he sought something only she could provide.
"Uhmmm..." Ysha responded, her voice barely a whisper, as she yielded to the searing intensity of the king's kiss.
"f**k, you are so f*****g sweet " the king groaned, his hunger consuming him as he inhaled Omega's alluring pheromones.
His lips traced over Ysha's face, savoring the sweet taste of her skin. Though stained with blood, its sweetness overwhelmed his senses.
This was not the king's usual behavior, for he found the sweaty, pungent scent of his other Omegas unappealing. Yet, Ysha's fragrance held an irresistible allure that left him craving more.
With the omega in his grasp, the king discovered that this solitary omega differed vastly from the others who remained secluded within the palace chambers.
His desire for her consumed him, compelling him to touch her body with abandon. Beneath his touch, Ysha's body radiated heat, fueling his violent passion and eliciting satisfying moans from her.
"Um... Y-your Majesty," Ysha whispered, her voice a mere murmur as she reveled in the ecstasy of his kisses.
The king's exploration of omega's body was relentless. He left marks on her ear, her neck, her shoulder with each pass of his lips. Finally, his gaze rested upon her breast, its size neither excessive nor diminutive, fitting perfectly within his palm.
With a deep breath, he drew her in, his sucking and biting sensations sending a strange tingle coursing through her body, provoking a soft cry.
Pain and pleasure. Omega has mixed feelings at the hands of the King.
Omega's cheeks burned with embarrassment as she struggled to make sense of the peculiar sensations coursing through her body. The King's lips sucking her n*****s, while his other hand caressed her skin with a rough yet gentle touch.
"More, Your Majesty. Hmmm..," Omega moaned in a whisper, her voice thick with desire. The heat of her body surged, fueled by the King Zarim pheromones. Her senses dulled, leaving her lost in a world of pleasure.
A sharp pain pierced Omega's breast as the King licked one of the wounds she had sustained in her battle with the Rogues. Yet, the pain quickly subsided as the King's pheromones filled the air, transforming the agony into a peculiar thrill. Electricity seemed to pulse through her veins, igniting a fire within her.
As the king explored her body, his fingers gently grazed her thighs, encountering the soft and delicate texture of her femininity.
"Hmmm." The king inhaled her alluring pheromones once more, a surge of desire coursing through him to possess the Omega before him.
Lowering his gaze, the king focused on her slender stomach and petite waist. Gripping her hips, he lifted her slightly, revealing the damp and rosy jewel between her legs.
Without hesitation, the king took Ysha ruthlessly, his fully erect manhood entering her with a sudden and piercing thrust.
"Ahhhh!" Ysha cried out at the unexpected and violent thrust. "Your Majesty," Omega's voice trailed off into a low groan as Ysha let out a cry of pain.
The king sudden penetration ignited a searing pain that coursed through her body. This was her first time being intimate with anyone.
The king's massive size left Omega unprepared, staining the bedsheets with her blood.
"Damn, this is too tight," the king muttered, thrusting relentlessly.
"Y-your Majesty, ahhh," Omega sobbed, her pain unbearable. "It's so deep. It hurts."
Her spine arched unnaturally as the king's massive size filled her completely. She felt as if her body was being torn apart. The king's savage movements only intensified her pain, his hips slamming against hers with brutal force.
Tears, sweat, cold, saliva—that mixture coated Ysha's face.
Ysha screamed in pain as he cried. Though the king had claimed him, reducing his body heat, But to Ysha's mind, this was not just a claim but a punishment from the king.
A punishment for deceiving the king.
"Stop... Please, Your Majesty," He cried and begged the king to stop. As the king's violent possession continued, the heat in Ysha's body decreased, but the pain remained.
"Stop... Please." Ysha pleaded, but the king ignored her pain.
"Damnit, it's so tight," the king groaned, relishing his possession. His immense size surged violently within Ysha, filling her completely with fueling the king's desire.
As Ysha's strength waned, she was pulled into darkness and lost consciousness in the middle of the king's possession.
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