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"Wow, you have really sexy nipples. I've always liked the puffy nipples on pregnant omegas. You're perfect!" And then I closed my mouth on his nipple.

Yep, I’ve fucked a few pregnant omegas in the past, who were bored with their alpha husbands and quite intrigued by the possibility of sex with a purple alpha. Not that I was proud of it, but hey, at least I could appreciate their pillowy soft bodies, and Damien was a nice example of such sweet roundness. Tom was all chiseled and lean, and I realized where my true preference lay: softness and curves.

My tongue was circling his nipples. "Gosh, you really taste like candy fudge, gonna devour you…"

Damien let out a quiet moan when I enclosed my mouth around his left areola and sucked it in; his body trembled—I knew he absolutely loved it. The sounds he was making changed—becoming deeper, louder, more guttural, and primal.

At one point, he even made a quiet sound in the AO mating language that meant ‘Continue, it feels good’. Since those sounds were partly involuntary, I took it as a huge compliment and encouragement to keep sucking and licking his nipples, which were now hard as pebbles. My other hand sweetly tortured his right nub, and I could feel him trembling under me, arching his spine, making louder and louder hot huffs.

Suddenly, he actually lowered his bound hands and wrapped them around my neck, which almost made me ecstatic, but he quickly corrected himself and threw his arms back behind his head. Yeah, the whole home invasion scenario was still on… Too bad, it would feel more like making love, but I guess that wasn't what he wanted.

Damien's body was incredibly warm, his skin as smooth as velvet, and I took such pleasure in this that my rock-hard dick throbbed almost constantly, pressing into his calf.

Maybe I could mention it? I lifted myself up, popping his nipple out of my mouth, and mumbled, "Do you feel how hard I am for you?" I rubbed my cock against his leg to prove it even more, "I want you so much, and your beautiful, soft body!"

But there was more on the list I should praise. Of course, my night vision didn’t allow me to see colors, so I added, "What a pity I can’t see your freckles. I love that delicate sprinkle across the shoulders, where the sun kissed the skin in the summer, leaving these traces behind…" As I said it, I was half-expecting a wave of debilitating cringe to wash over me, but it never came. Somehow, that awkward sweet talk felt right in the moment.

And… Damien actually responded. Very quietly, more like a shy whisper, "I have freckles on my shoulders and arms."

Why did I feel so giddy hearing him respond? It gave me the confidence to embrace the newly discovered poetic side of myself even more.

"Mmm… that’s great! For me, freckles are like small reminders of warm sunny days, the sunlight trapped forever on your skin. I could kiss them too, but well, your hands are tied now."

Strangely elated and invigorated by this little interaction, which seemed more like cute lover talk—something beyond this strange scenario—I slid my mouth down to his belly. It was tender, soft, slightly bulging, like a pleasant silken cushion. I took my time with his pretty belly button and then sucked lightly on his love handles, humming at how fluffy and lovely they were! His dick pulsed intensely under my arm, hot and rock hard, pre-cum dripping constantly.

Damien liked it—and it made me swoon. He let out a constant purr, his breath hitching, his pulse racing.

It was time for the main course.

My mouth found his penis, and indeed it was just as he had described it—on the smaller side, but a well-formed pretty one, and sooo hard, it might as well have a real bone inside.

"Nice, shapely dick!" I mumbled, and once again, I was being honest. I actually liked it; it was always a hardship for me to dick-shame people in all those scenarios, so finally, for once, I could be true to myself.

I took it deep into my mouth, all the way to the end, pressing it against the back of my throat, and Damien moaned loudly and shamelessly. Then…

…unexpectedly, a sweet and milky liquid spilled into my mouth.

The omega let out a stifled gasp, and I realized that he had come. That fast? Pretty shocking. I certainly wasn’t a master of blowjobs—maybe decent—but to have such an immediate effect? Damien obviously appreciated my foreplay more than I ever dreamed of, and it felt like a small miracle.

"You taste like whipped cream!" I mumbled, a little surprised because it was considered a sign of… something very specific. But since it felt simply impossible, I slid my lips down without paying any more attention to the subject. My eyes landed on his smoothly shaved pink testicles and I gently sucked one and then another into my mouth, trying to simultaneously mumble incoherent praises under my breath about how round and perfectly creamy-pink they were, and how very pleasant they felt in my mouth. It probably sounded comical, but that was very much my goal.

And… indeed, I heard his quiet, melodious giggle. Damien found it amusing—another reason for me to preen a bit. Sure, I hadn’t followed his home-invader scenario to a T, but that hadn’t ruined his mood, and it was a win.

Encouraged, I continued to kiss and lick over his balls, moving lower to his perineum. Damien visibly enjoyed my efforts, panting loudly, and his dick didn't even bend a little. It stood proudly, pointing to the ceiling. And then I just had to see… the place. It was time.

So, I grabbed his hips and flipped him onto his stomach in one swift motion.

Damien let out a muffled squeal that resonated in my nervous system, making me almost feral.

And that was the moment that made me freeze.

Something very unusual caught my attention. But the view was still monochromatic, dammit, and I needed to be sure!

So, I raised myself slightly and reached toward the nightstand, where I saw a small lamp, right next to his glasses. I pressed the button, and the room was flooded with a soft golden light, bringing Damien's body out of the grayness into the vibrancy.

Blinking, I focused my sight. Of course, before I investigated this strange discovery, I couldn't ignore the very impressive sight in front of me. His solid butt was as plump, soft, and smooth as I had imagined. And I've always loved big, juicy butts. It's been a long time since I've seen such a springy, bulging, and round behind on an omega. Perfection!

And then I finally had to face the other thing—there was no way to miss it now… who he really was.

Damien wasn’t your typical omega. He belonged to another subspecies—my subspecies to be exact—just a different subgender.

They were called rose omegas.

Similar to purple alphas, their counterparts—rose omegas had a high percentage of alien DNA, and it showed in their bodies—though not as obviously as it did with purples.

Damien’s intimate entrance was unique, like rose petals softly closed, but now slowly opening, revealing the pink, wet inside as my eyes focused on it.

Wow. I swallowed hard, truly amazed.

His rosy pucker wasn’t the only sign of his heritage. After all, some omegas had a somewhat similar look to their entrances while during their heats—vividly pink and slightly protruding, but there was more to it with Damien.

Around his opening and running up along his spine was a pink line, shaped a bit like the stem of a thorny rose. Like a real stem, it wasn’t perfectly straight but curved gently, bending around his vertebrae and forming little thorn-like protrusions (though they were flat like tattoos, not actual bumpy thorns). The closest thing I could compare it to was a pink lightning bolt etched into his skin, like a streak cutting through a stormy sky. This pink "stem"—or lightning bolt, depending on how you saw it—continued up to his shoulder blades, where it spread out into hundreds of thin lines, disappearing like branches of lightning (or roots, if you prefer), sinking into his skin and fading away.

From what I’d read, not every rose omega had the same lines. The patterns could vary—some covered the entire back like winding vines, others had sharper contours, and some had smoother, wavy lines. It seemed to be unique to each individual, like frost patterns on glass—never the same, always one of a kind.

Yes, I stared. I’d never been with a rose omega before, even though I knew that only among them could I find my perfect mate. But of course, meeting a rose omega didn’t mean he’d automatically be my match. They were rare, but not that rare, making up around 1.5% of all omegas—a percentage similar to purple alphas. Still, there were thousands of them out there, especially in big cities. Meeting my fated mate among them would be like finding a needle in a haystack.

There was a prolonged silence in the room as I attentively studied his body. Damien tilted his head forcefully to the side so he could look back at me and gauge my reaction. Our eyes met, and for a moment, we just stared at each other, my breathing halted.

Should I even react at all? He hadn’t mentioned it in his script, so he probably wanted me to continue like nothing had happened, right? I had already changed enough of his scenario, so making it worse by commenting on his rose omega nature would just be insolent. I was pretty sure he didn’t want to be fetishized or for it to become the focal point of our meeting, for the same reason I hated when my purple nature was the big thing.

Swallowing hard, I pulled myself out of the shock and decided to play along with the home invasion story, making sure not to give him any more hints that this was quite a surprise for me. In fact, I resolved to ignore it completely, treating him like any other omega.

"Fuck! You have an awesome ass, oh man, I guess it should be me paying you for this service, not you—paying me! That's a little unfair, a butt like that is a godly asset!"

And… yes, here I came full circle again, violating his scenario script even more.

Damien specifically had expressed in his list of expectations that he didn’t want off-scenario conversations, it wasn’t like with the ‘dog-man’, who didn’t mind. His scenario was meant to feel real: a real assault.

However, the funny thing was… at that point, I didn't even care. I knew he wanted to hear compliments more than anything—possibly because he was insecure about himself, self-conscious about his looks. To make those praises convincing, they had to be genuine, real-life observations. I had this feeling he’d know if I was lying, just like I could sense, in this strange way, what he thought of the situation.

The nervousness mixed with excitement filled him—it was so thick, so palpable that it seemed to hang in the air around me, like a mental mist enveloping the room.

But he also wanted me to proceed, so with sincere passion, I placed my hands on his buttocks, wiggling and squeezing both of his plump cheeks. I began to play with them, patting, kneading, and still murmuring cringeworthy praises: "What a glorious ass! I'm going to cover it with hickeys and suck on those succulent, juicy globes!"

And again, I wasn't lying—I was mesmerized by his sweet roundness, enamored with it. I leaned in, nibbling on his satin skin with my mouth, sucking, and lightly biting. "My fudgy-pudgy omega…" I babbled nonsensically.

Damien made really cute sounds, similar to the grunting of an excited bunny or the squeaking of a little squirrel; it was adorable. And then I parted his buttocks again and just had to say something nice about what lay between them too.

"Well, I guess you don't believe me when I pay you sincere compliments, but again—I don't have to make it up. You have a beautiful little hole, and it is already so wet for me. I'm going to take good care of it."

Excited, I lowered myself and gently ran my tongue over it, discovering its pleasantly sweet taste. Damien shuddered and let out a whimper. I couldn't help myself, although I usually didn't like rimming, this time around I really didn't have to break myself to do it. My tongue started sliding around his petaled entrance, licking his sweet, delicious slick.

A purr of satisfaction escaped my lips, for it was not only pleasurable for him, but for me as well. My arousal skyrocketed and my dick was so hard it almost hurt. I wanted nothing more than to thrust into that tiny hole, but… I had to prepare it well first, that's what he expected. And, not to be too modest, that's exactly what was needed here, as I had been called a ‘monster' for more than one reason. So, I really got down to business, first licking him for a while with my tongue sliding in with swirling motions, playing with his little folds, while Damien moaned and groaned loudly. I even slipped my hand under his hips, and he was still hard, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.

"Your cute cock is demanding to be satisfied again! It makes me very happy to give this sweetie some joy!" I made another comment of masterclass cringe level, but I just knew what would be awkward for another omega—was very welcomed by praise-hungry Damien.

How could I even sense him so well? It was almost like telepathy.

Concentrating even more, I went back to swirling my tongue down his tight hole, but after a while I decided to also slide my finger there, starting with one that was inserted shallowly, carefully. The lube bag was close by, but I didn't need it; he was so wet, his slick trickling down his perineum. I licked it greedily from time to time, savoring the delicious taste. It was really strange—I had never found the flavor of omega's slick to be particularly mouthwatering. It was tolerable for me, but well, not as yummy as Damien’s!

My next move was to gently massage the opening with one finger, slowly sliding it in and out. After a while, I added a second. When he moaned slightly, I immediately slowed down and withdrew my digits, then went back to penetrating him with only one. I didn't want to rush anything; every minute was important. Only when I was sure he was ready for the second finger did I slide it in again slowly, muttering under my breath, "You're so tight, I can't wait to get inside you!"

Even though I had a hard (very hard! ) time waiting, I couldn't let him down by sloppily following his instructions regarding penetration. He wanted to be diligently prepared and treated well, and I was going to give him that. So I took a lot of time with slow massaging and circular motions, stretching, scissoring, and lightly rubbing his prostate before I moved on to inserting a third finger.

"I'll add the third," I muttered warningly, so he would be ready. He groaned deafeningly when I did it. So, I left the third finger inside for a while, but didn't move it, letting him get used to such a significant presence. After all, I was 7'2", and my hands weren’t exactly small. But since he really needed to be spread wide for me, it was a good thing. Meanwhile, I kissed his plump, pillowy buttocks, and my second hand reached down to his dick again to begin stroking it gently, giving additional stimulation.

Damien was taking deep breaths; it was obvious that he was trying hard to fully relax, and after a while he actually succeeded. My patience was really more than I ever had with any other omega, but he deserved it, so he was going to get it. In a way, it was also a mental preparation, and even though I was only obligated to spend about an hour here, I was willing to stay as much time as he needed. After a few minutes, I was able to slide my fingers in deeper and also move them slightly from side to side, stretching his entrance even more.

Finally, the moment I was waiting for came. Damien was nicely open, relaxed, and so very wet. His pucker glistened, looking downright inviting. The pink petals were parted, swollen, and slippery; so delicious.

My poor dick, already stiff beyond the point of pain, was about to finally experience some pleasure. I took out a condom, tore open the package, and put it on.

Then, I leaned over Damien’s head, gently kissed his cheek, and whispered in his ear, "You know you can say no at any time, right? I will stop. You don’t have to explain anything. Whenever you need me to stop, just say it."

Yep, not much of a home invader scenario anymore, but what was strange—I could feel my energy adjusting to his. Damien wanted this; he didn’t want to be treated like a real victim anymore, despite hiring a company to do so. He was grateful for the change in script… how odd that I even knew it.

Finally, I settled between his legs, then leaned over and pressed my dick against his entrance. I waited for a while, just for him, so he was fully mentally ready and aware of what was going to happen.

But Damien didn’t say anything; the safe word didn’t appear. So I knew he wanted me to continue. In any other case, it would be so damn unprofessional—no employee of Dark Dreams should behave carefully like that, potentially destroying a client’s wild, non-consensual fantasy scenario. But my principles were more important, and so was my reading of his mood. It was the right thing to do, to give him all the options to back out. Only after that, did I start to go deeper into him, very, very slowly. At that exact moment, feeling me pushing, he suddenly turned his head and twisted it so he could see my dick!

I stopped right away, letting him take it in. I was still almost completely clothed, my mask on, with only my eyes and lips showing. I pulled down my pants a bit, but not much more was visible. Except for one thing. I didn’t have my gloves on, nor the usual skin-colored thin cover patch I used over the purple lines on my hands.

His eyes fixed on my dick, his pupils dilated, and then they shifted to my hands, where the purple lines were visible. As before, I let him have his moment, taking in these signs that revealed my subspecies.

We were both the same kind; two sides of the same coin.

Damien didn't seem surprised by my purple-pink lines; Ragu had to let him know who was coming to see him. In no-penetration scenarios, it didn't have to be disclosed, but in the case of a planned intercourse—it was company policy. Clients couldn’t be put in situations where they discovered that a ‘monster’ had come into their beds. And we were considered along those lines, for sure. Purple alphas with monster dicks and monster bodies that could turn into something no one really wanted to see. Some customers might object to having us… up their asses.

But since Damien was a rose omega, his body was designed to handle me, which put me at ease.

Finally, his ogling was over. He turned his head to the side and rested it on the pillow, a clear signal for me to continue.

Again, my dick pressed against his entrance.

"Gosh, you're so tight, like a virgin," I murmured, inching in as he panted—his breath short and raspy. "I hope that's not the case, though. You deserve more than just being fucked by some weird guy you paid for!" I burst out, further ruining his scenario.

After a six-month streak of perfect scores and glowing reviews, I had failed miserably on this one. I was pretty sure I deserved a one-star-out-of-five review. But I wasn’t myself today. Damien melted my brain—something inside me flared up as I marveled at him, at his body, his energy. He was so delicious, warm, and exciting.

He looked like… mine.

Dammit, I didn’t want to do this anymore for this fucking company—taking gigs like Johansson’s over and over. It’s not that I didn’t know what I was signing up for before, but now it hit me twice as hard.

The whole depression thing, the numbness, the emptiness. I dreamed of having someone like Damien to come home to after work. I didn’t want to meet strangers anonymously and screw people with kinks that didn’t align with mine—not even close. I wanted to… make love, however boring that sounded. Under my purple exterior, I was just a vanilla, simple guy. The problem was, people assumed I was something different, and that was, in a way, my tragedy.

Feeling somewhat desperate and almost sad, I plunged deeper and deeper into him with every inch. But my body wasn’t unhappy at all, like it had a mind of its own. Damien felt just too perfect; his hot velvety channel—a place to be.

Even though I had a condom, I quickly realized that things were getting out of control—I was about to explode—and I never had trouble with premature ejaculation before! But now, I had to stop, taking a few deep breaths. And a few more… However, my excitement wasn’t going anywhere; it was growing wild! Ah, that cute, round ass that was taking me in—I was so miserably doomed to fail with my fleeting strength.

Desperately clutching his buttocks with my fingers, I groaned, "Fuck, I'm about to come, I can't help it…" My voice sounded helpless.