Warning: Mature content
There are situations when you simply don't know what to say. Because no matter what words you will use, it will feel artificial and fake. Worse case scenario you will sound insincere. Opal caught herself gaping for a moment. Arien's mood was down the gutter. One question has spoiled the whole evening, and she asked it. That surely has been a very traumatic thing that nobody would like to recollect. Opal moved from the kitchen counter with a swirl of emotion in her head and guilt being the dominant one. She sat next to Arien and hugged him. Her pheromones surrounded them. They were comforting, the type an Omega uses to calm an Alpha down. Arien pulled her closer, she was now sitting on his lap as he inhaled her. She could feel his hot breath near her neck and his hand stroking her back. They were like this for a while when Opal decided to move, but Arien held her tightly.
"Thank you Opal, I needed that."
His lips were brushing her neck close to her sensitive glands. She could smell his pheromones. She suddenly felt good and warm in his arms. Her body responded without her will to the mixture of pheromones. She felt hot and heavy her mind became hazy. No, no no this should not happen. This situation has triggered her heat. She needs to take the herbs or the medicine.
"Arien – she gasped - I need my medicine. Now ..."
"Don't worry, I'll take care of you." Arien lifted her and in a princess carry brought her to her room. He laid her on the bed.
"Where's your medicine?" He asked gently.
"In the bag, on the chair." Opal was breathing heavily it hurt, her insides were twitching. The smell of an Alpha made her go crazy. Arien took out a pill and put it in her mouth than fetched some water from the bathroom for her to drink. Opal gulped the pill. It needed time to kick in. She knew that much but the instant presence of an Alpha was making her heat worse. She needed to be touched, right now. She slid her hands down between her legs in attempt to lessen her pain.
"It hurts." She mumbled. "Alpha please help me." Everything was blurred. She could only smell the pheromones getting thicker and stronger, just as her heat.
"You sure you want me to help you?" His voice was husky.
"Yes Alpha."
Arien placed his hand on her belly and Opal grabbed it leading him down her pants. There was no coming back for Arien. He felt the soft hair and the wetness between her legs. His long fingers were touching her most intimate place making the young Omega moan with desire. He slid one finger in.
"I need more, please Alpha. Give me more." She unbuttoned her pants and pulled it down giving Arien a better access to her pussy.
Arien's irises turned into a liquid silver at this lustful sight. He pushed two than three fingers in and kept thrusting watching her parted lips and hips arching for his touch. He wanted to kiss her to feel those lips on his, but he had to stay calm. Not yet, for now his fingers could feel the hot soft and wet cavern of her body clenching around them. The wet lustful sound they were making. It was amazing. Her heated face and those whimpers he could hear. That was all his. That was for him. His Omega needed him. He has to hold it in for a moment and make her come. He can't fill her up with his dick and his seed. Not yet. Opal came violently, her legs were shaking a bit and her lips panting for air. She calmed down slowly. Arien covered her with a blanket and watched her fall asleep.
He left her room and went straight to his bathroom. He could barely hold himself. Simon knew nothing. Opal was almost his. Arien was hard as fuck, he needed to rub one's out. Smelling his hand still covered with Opal's slick he began to masturbate. He came licking his fingers clean. Opal tasted so good.
In the morning Opal woke up early. She was well, kind of refreshed. She smiled to herself at this good feeling inside her and got up from bed. She was naked from waste down. In an instant it all came back to her. Fuck no! Arien! Oh my good, she forced him to finger her! No, no, no! Opal went straight to the shower. How is she going to face him?
She felt so ashamed. So embarrassed. Today she was supposed to start her work. Everything was so fucked up. Opal didn't feel like going out of her room. He will look at her with disgust. A filthy slutty Omega. He was angry when she wore that short dress now he will despise her for the rest of her life. She felt waves of heat and cold shivers. That was a panic attack. Stop it Opal, do not give in to that feeling. You acted like a horny slut, take the responsibility. Face it with the little dignity you had left. She left the bathroom. Took out the uniform she got yesterday and got dressed. She tighten her hair in a bun and put small silver earrings. A bit of make up, yes she looked presentable, just like uncle liked. Maybe he want scold her too much …
Opal was standing at the door for quite a wile gathering her courage to open it when she heard uncle's voice.
"Opal. Are you OK? Can I come in? We need to talk."