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This whole endeavor turned out to be a major catastrophe. It would have been over without the rubber. Unreal—the power of my arousal seemed almost out of this world. How could this chubby omega turn me on so damn much? Yes, he was incredibly tight, which had its effect. But still, there was some strange element to it. I usually needed to fuck a guy for at least a few minutes to cum, and now I was about to burst just from one push? Incredible, and a bit suspicious, especially knowing how it worked with… True Mates. They would cum immediately, at their first penetration. But this scenario was improbable. The first rose omega I ever fucked and that would be IT? Nah, stupid thought.

Finally, after a while, and after many deep breaths to calm myself, I managed to bottom out inside him and stayed there, wanting him to get used to my presence.

In the meantime, I stared. Fuck, it looked crazy—my massive dick was embedded in his ass, and it looked really wild. His petals were now stretched impossibly, tightly circling my base like a coiled pink rubber band. It seemed inconceivable that he could be comfortable with my dick so deep in his guts. His belly had to be extra bulging because of it!

Needing to check it, I lowered my hand and, on the way there, discovered that he was still rock hard! As soon as I lightly squeezed his dick, he… came again! Wow. Moist liquid oozed down my fingers, and Damien let out a raspy moan. I had a hard time believing it, feeling his cock pulsing under my grip… How could this be even possible? So fast? One movement of my hand? I was so puzzled that I forgot to check for a 'dick-bulge' on his belly.

One thing was for sure, I probably shouldn't try to solve it right now . I needed to start moving, and I did.

Only…

…to also orgasm immediately! Shivering and gasping loud, I cursed under my breath. My body was shaking, my dick was spurting, I was panting, completely out of control. Dammit! I just couldn’t hold back.

To hide my premature eruption, I continued to thrust, and curiously enough, had no problem with it, staying fully hard, despite usually being oversensitive right after. Damien's dick didn't get soft either. Maybe he took some kind of pill?

Now was the time to work. I withdrew almost all the way and then plunged into him slowly, feeling his slick flowing profusely over his thighs. Damn, he was really turned on. I’ve never had sex before where my partner came twice and was still hard, except during heat periods, of course.

In a daze, I continued to rock inside him, slow, but the stimuli were still cosmic. I realized that unfortunately, I wouldn’t be able to prove myself in this intercourse—my pleasure was rising like a rollercoaster car, madly fast, blinding me, making me shiver. Maybe two minutes after, I weakly groaned out, "Damn, you're too tight, I can't handle it—"

Moments later, I just gave up, exploding inside like a Yellowstone geyser, falling into ecstasy as a dazzling pink light spilled in front of my eyes…

How wonderful (and embarrassing) it was! Impossible to describe—my body was literally vibrating, my fingers were hooking into his buttocks, and I was muttering under my breath, some silly things about how breathtaking the heavenly tightness inside him was… no idea what else—probably his name, maybe a few embarrassing confessions, definitely riding that cringe train at full speed.

My failure was complete: straying from the scenario, having multiple premature ejaculation issues, talking unprofessional shit. But hell yeah, hitting the bottom never felt so good.

Damien fell flat on his stomach, trembling. Wait, did he… also? Again? I sank down on top of him, crushing him with my weight and muttering in his ear, "Sorry, but damn, it's been a long time since anyone turned me on like this. If you give me a moment, we'll continue because I'm still hard for you."

Damien didn’t answer, apparently he was dedicated to the script—such a strikingly opposite attitude to mine.

And then I noticed what else was happening—my knot started to grow! I groaned in shock, but I was in such a position that I couldn’t pull back fast enough. Within seconds, I found myself locked inside him.

Damien groaned loudly.

"Oh shit, oh shit, sorry, sorry!" I breathed out because I knew that knotting up customers was also not a part of the company policy! It was considered something too intimate, something that could only happen between close people, not during casual sex with a hired man. An absolute madness.

My face turned red with shame, but there was nothing I could do. My knot was firmly lodged inside, fully swollen, connecting us tightly.

"I'm sorry, Damien. This scenario didn’t go as I hoped. I don’t know what’s going on; I don’t think I’m up for the job. I’ll pay you back with my own money because I completely wrecked your script."

I was convinced there would be no answer, but I was very wrong. Unexpectedly, I heard his voice. It wasn’t a whisper this time, but a pleasant, gentle tenor with a low, silky timbre.

"Nothing bad’s happening. You don’t need to apologize. After all, this is uncontrollable, and it’s actually… a compliment." His face remained turned to the side, so I couldn't see his expression.

"Listen," I said, "the problem is that this is my first time having sex with a client. Before this, I only took commissions related to spanking, and toys. But I’m not cut out for this. I should stick to what I’m good at, so I will return the money to you."

A moment of silence passed, and then suddenly, he spoke again.

"To tell you the truth, I think you’re great. You made me believe this wasn’t scripted, that everything you said, you really meant."

I laughed quietly, pressing my lips to his neck.

"And you know," I murmured, "the funny thing is, everything I said was true. Every word. It’s all true—you really are so… sexy to me."

It was super weird, talking to him with my knot deeply submerged in him, without seeing his face, and he couldn’t see mine. I only knew that the scenario had crumbled into dust.

My knot didn’t want to deflate even a little. I made a few movements with my hips to check if I could maneuver at all, and Damien let out a quiet moan in response, probably feeling the head of my dick rubbing over his uterine entrance.

"If you want, I can continue. To tell you the truth, I damn well like it," I muttered, sounding like a horny student who just discovered sex.

"Okay, continue," he whispered quietly.

So I did just that. I began to thrust into him again, feeling the super-stretched condom heavily filled with my cum squelching inside, but I didn’t even pay attention to that. This time, I was lying on top of him, my head pressed against the side of his head. I could hear his breathing speeding up and quiet moans as I rhythmically plunged into him, massaging his prostate and the entrance to his uterus.

And it was a damn godly feeling. So godly that I started to feel unexpected tingling in my gums… as if my mating fangs were about to emerge—a rather rare occurrence outside of heat! Was my body priming to mark Damien? With quite an effort, I halted it, but it took a lot of my focus.

Unfortunately, my orgasm was quickly gathering momentum again, sneakily using the time while I struggled to stop myself from marking and mating… a total stranger . Kinda crazy.

Trying to focus on adding to his pleasure instead, I slipped one hand under Damien’s body, placing it on his hard nipples, and squeezed them lightly. He moaned, and I could feel his hips making gentle movements, coming out to meet me.

"Faster, a little faster," he whispered, and I obeyed him, knowing it would be my downfall.

Our bodies were now slapping, slamming, our groans filling the room. My mind was dizzy and enchanted by him. All I wanted was to stay there, to wallow in him, to sink myself in his energy, to be free from all my problems and just remain merged with Damien.

Maybe two minutes later, I felt him suddenly tighten, his passage squeezing my knot, pulsing, milking me. He groaned deafeningly, as he had reached his peak again. This pushed me toward my own climax, toward the inevitable rush of pleasure…

I really didn’t know if it had been seven minutes since my previous orgasm, and the knot was still on. I started to feel silly, like I was missing something obvious.

"Are you in heat?"

"No," he said quietly.

"Then why—" I stopped myself.

I couldn't bring myself to say it, to express the unbelievable. This other possibility, this improbable, miraculous, yet simple answer to everything. The idea I resisted so much… calling it unrealistic. But in truth, only one type of mateship had that kind of chemistry—overwhelming, constant, undeniable, like magic.

And yet, in our society, it was almost customary to deny such a possibility with all our might. They called it protecting yourself from disappointment .

Since childhood, we had heard it in schools and colleges: "Don’t let yourself be fooled by the elusive prospect of finding your ideal mate. Keep yourself in check, stay realistic." The programming kicked in hard now, and I rejected the idea once again.

But what about my powerful gut feeling? Should I really ignore it?

I lingered on the thought as minutes passed in silence, my intense brooding helping to dissolve my knot, so I slowly pulled my dick out.

There was nothing else to do here, we had a clear rule not to prolong our presence in clients' homes, to avoid making them feel uncomfortable.

At that very moment, when I was about to say something, the condom, which was filled beyond all reason, slipped off my dick, and a pretty gigantic puddle appeared on the sheet, just under his buttocks. Yyy… Yup. I conveniently ignored it because I had more important things to do, like, um, talking with Damien.

"Damien, I—I have to go now. I'm sorry this scenario turned out so strange. I'll ask the company to reimburse you—"

Then he said something that stopped me cold.

"It was my first time."

I froze, only blinking like an idiot, it just didn’t register.

"Wait. You mean your first time having sex?" I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

"Yes."

Words spilled out of my mouth before I could think better of it: "Gosh! Seriously? You hired a company for that? You could have any alpha you wanted!"

Damien let out a huff and muttered, "I thought one of your prerogatives was not to criticize your clients—or question our decisions?"

I cleared my throat. "Of course! I wasn’t trying to criticize. I was just… surprised. I don’t know why, but it upset me. You deserve so much more!"

"You don’t know what I deserve," he blurted out, his tone robotic, like he was trying to distance himself from the situation.

But it didn’t feel genuine. I could sense it—he wasn’t happy.

Was the reality of what happened sinking in for him too?

Instinctively, I moved to the side, rolling off his body. His bound hands, which had been above his head, came down, and I quickly untied him.

Then, without thinking, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close. It was pure instinct, and he didn’t protest—something that only strengthened my conviction that this situation was far from ideal for him. If I wasn’t criticizing him, he was doing it himself.

Damien lay quietly in my arms, his forehead resting against my chest, and I gently stroked his hair. It was such an unusual thing to do—completely inappropriate for an employee to show this kind of tenderness to a client. But I couldn’t stop. Something in me just knew he secretly wanted it, needed it. Almost… like we were true lovers, like we meant something more to each other.

His confession—that it was his first time—changed something in me. It seemed crucial to give him this moment, to acknowledge its significance. So, I pressed him tighter to me, stroking his hair gently. I couldn’t just get up and leave him like this. That would’ve been even more detrimental.

Strangest of all, I could almost hear his thoughts, clear as day. He wanted me to hold him—desperately.

Gradually, as long minutes passed, Damien started relaxing in my arms, calming down, finding comfort in my touch. He liked it—loved it, even. And he appreciated that I was giving him my private time, my tenderness. I had never experienced this kind of harmony with another person in my life.

But then the confusion bubbled up again, insistent and impossible to ignore. Only with the highest mateship could people share this kind of connection—this unshakable awareness of each other’s feelings.

After what felt like half an hour of lying together in silence, I realized I couldn’t prolong this any longer. "I’m sorry, Damien, but I have to go now," I whispered, gently moving away.

His hands, which had been resting lightly on my chest, fell to his sides. On a sudden impulse, I took one of them and placed a soft kiss on the back of it.

Then I sat up, and our eyes met. He looked into mine through the holes in my ski mask.

"Your eyes are almost fluorescent turquoise. Are you wearing contact lenses?" he murmured.

"No," I said softly. "This is my natural eye color."

Silence filled the room. It really was time to leave.

As I started to roll off the bed, I failed miserably at dodging the massive cum puddle, and my elbow plunged straight into it with a wet, obnoxious smack. However, I remained unfazed and kept my cool. Unfortunately, in my desperate attempt to avoid sinking further into the cum pool, I nudged the edge of his nest—messing up part of it.