by H Q Kingsley
Omar grinned at me, and his teeth started to grow; all of him did. Fur sprouted from his body as it transformed in front of me. He let out a deep rumbling yell that turned into a growl as he bent down on all fours in full lion form.
I reached up to run my fingers through his fur, remember how soft he was. He bristled at my touch and then moved into me, curling around me in a sweet way that made me fill with warmth.
When he stepped back and stared up at me, I could almost hear him in my head, encouraging me to shift.
I nodded and took a deep breath, going to the place deep inside me where I’d buried my lion so long ago. I had to concentrate to find him, shifting was as second nature for me as Omar, and it took a few minutes before I found my center.
I cried when I found him. I always did. There was something about him, that other part of me, that moved me and scared me all at once.
Hi, I thought when I found him.
Hi, he said back.
And then I felt him take over. I cried out as my bones shifted, as my nails sharpened, and I flopped to the ground on my belly before scrambling up on wobbly paws.
I was exhausted already just from the shift, and I knew I wouldn’t last in my form very long. I blew heavy breaths from my nostrils, stirring up the dirt beneath me as I tried to calm myself.
Omar brushed up against me, helping me to gain balance. He circled me, sniffing me, and I snorted a tiny laughing roar as he licked at my face.
He even knew how to make my lion feel good.
He took off toward the woods, and I moved to follow him. My pace was much slower, even though I could tell he was holding back. I still couldn’t keep up. But the moment I started to feel discouraged, he turned around, barreling back to me and toppling me over as he tried to run too close to me.
He playfully pawed at me as I fumbled over onto my back, and I pawed back, rolling over to try and pin him. He was much too big, but he stumbled anyway as if I’d truly knocked him off balance.
He licked at me, and I licked back, enjoying being with him like that. After a few minutes, my body was too tired to hold my form and I slowly shifted back, feeling a little embarrassed that I was so weak.
Omar settled back into his human form and pulled me into his lap.
“Just rest for a moment, Peanut,” he said, letting me lay back on him as he stroked my hair.
He wasn’t quite himself. The gold ring around his eyes was still there and the way he held me, it was different, tighter.
He licked at the crook of my neck, sniffing me, and hardened beneath me. His lion still had hold of him. I could feel it, feel the difference in his need for me.
His hands roamed over my chest as his teeth nipped at my neck. How the hell was I supposed to relax with him doing that?
My body started responding, heat flooding as I felt his cock pulse against me.
“You smell so good, Peanut,” Omar growled as he ran his tongue along my shoulder. “Your lion puts out so much heat. Driving me fucking crazy.”
I turned in his arms, reaching up to pull him to me and kiss him.
He took my mouth in an instant, kissing me more aggressively than he ever had before. I knew that Omar always moved at half-speed with me, but his lion wasn’t nearly as careful. He licked so deeply into my mouth, I could feel his tongue in the back of my throat.
He let out a low growl into my mouth that made my whole body vibrate.
When I pulled back to look at him, his face was half-shifted, one of his hands was a paw, and he closed his eyes, letting out a grunt as he was stuck between the two halves of himself.
I didn’t care. I loved both parts of him. I wanted both parts of him, and I reached between his legs to let him know it.
I stroked him with both my hands, watching him as his eyes flashed down at me.
“I want you. Please,” I begged.
My heart raced in my chest as he growled and reached out for me, pulling me into him and holding me too hard. I could feel his fingers marking me, his too long nails cutting into my sides, but I liked it. I wanted it. I wanted every bit of evidence that he’d been on my body.
He licked at my lips as his hands moved down to cup my ass, spreading and kneading my cheeks.
I moaned in appreciation, sticking my tongue out to lick against his. Maybe I was feeling a little bit animalistic, too.
Omar’s fingers circled my hole, his nails retracting so he didn’t rip me apart as his dove them in without warning.
I sucked in a sharp breath, and Omar leaned forward to take it into his mouth, sucking every bit of air out of my lungs as he kissed me and fingered me hard and fast.
“So fucking warm and wet,” Omar growled and stuck a third finger in me before I’d fully adjusted to the first two.
His fingers were so thick, I felt stretched and full with just three of them inside me, but I wanted more, I wanted all of him.
“More,” I begged. “Daddy, please. More.”
Omar wrapped his free hand around my waist and shifted us, laying me onto my back in the grass as he hovered over me. He ran his thick tongue along my cock as he slipped a fourth finger into me.
I cried out as I came, shuddering when he kept licking me, sending sharp, electric bolts of pleasure up my spine every time his tongue reached the head of my cock.
“Mm, fuck. So good, Daddy. So good,” I panted, my ass already aching as his fingers moved inside of me, but it just made me wetter, made me more needy.
“Please. Need you,” I said, completely losing myself to him.
Omar’s eyes flashed, that same golden rim around them that told me he needed me the same way I needed him.
“I won’t be able to stop myself,” Omar said, his voice rough and heavy.
I nodded. “Need you,” I said again.
He leaned to kiss me as he retracted his fingers, and I whimpered into his mouth when he aligned his cock to replace them.
He pushed in easy enough, my slick making a slippery, loose path for him following his fingers. But then he hit that same wall, the wall we hadn’t yet made it past.
“Can’t stop,” he warned as he pushed past it, sinking into me in one burning, stretching motion that made me scream against his lips.
“Fuck! Ungh..” I squirmed under him, my fists curling and digging into the grass beneath me as I called out every curse word I knew.
Tears collected in my eyes, flowing down my face as I tried to adjust to the size of him. Something deep inside of my popped, and I wondered if he’d actually broken my insides.
He reached to brush away the tears flowing down my cheeks.
“Love you,” he said as he circled his hips, making me cry out again and dig my nails deeper into the grass. “Don’t want to stop.”
I nodded. I didn’t want to stop either even though my body was screaming at me to take a beat.
“Keep breathing,” Omar said, his breaths coming in rough and ragged, and I could tell he was fighting against his lion to give me time, to not savagely drill into me.
I nodded again, forcing myself to breath and relax, letting him in. I focused on him, feeling every inch of him stretching me, every pulsing vein inside of me as I pulled in long deep breaths.
I gasped when he rolled his hips again before pulling out of me and then pushing back in.
“Fuuuucckk!” It hurt more than I’d anticipated, more than I’d ever even imagined. I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to keep breathing as he pulled back again.
“Ugh!” More tears flowed down my cheeks as I twisted under him, but he kept going and I kept crying and cursing until something changed. Suddenly, there was something on the other side of the pain.
"Oh gods. Oh fuck!” I shouted as the burning, tearing feeling dulled and I just felt stretched and full, and it felt...good. "It feels...oh god, I'm so full."
"You're so good, Peanut" Omar praised, his voice strained but sounding just a little bit more like himself. "You feel so good."
My ass pulsed as he fuc
ked me, and a slow, unfamiliar kind of tingle formed in my stomach, flowing all the up and down my body as I arched and thrash and a pleasure I’d never felt before washed over me.
I vibrated with pleasure underneath Omar, but it lasted longer than coming. It was minutes and minutes of pure, heavenly bliss, and by the time I came down, Omar was covered in a sheen of sweat, his hips still moving into me as he grunted and groaned.
“So tight,” he growled. “You were fucking made for me, Peanut.”
I reached up, running my hands over his sweaty chest.
“Mark me,” I asked. “Please. Now. Mark me!”
Omar didn’t hesitate, his mouth quickly shifting as he dipped his head.
I cried out as his teeth sunk into me, a sharp pain traveling through my shoulder, followed by a soft warmth.
"You're mine," Omar growled as he released me from his bite. "You're all mine."
"Yours, Daddy," I nodded, gasping when he gripped my hips, angling me to pound harder into me. "Oh gods."
"That's it. Take it for me, Peanut. Take my cock like a good boy."
I cried out but took him, and more than that, I enjoyed him.
“Faster, Daddy. Mmm...Fuck. So good.”
Omar took every instruction, lifting me into his arms and wrapping them around me, completely immobolizing me as he drilled into me.
“I’m going to…”
Before he could say it, I knew.
“Yes, please, Daddy. Do it. Come inside me. Please.”
Omar’s hips jutted up, and I cried out as he swelled inside of me. The same pain of him entering me returning as he grew impossibly large inside of me.
I screamed, clawing at his chest and clutching his shoulders as he stretched me to the brink, and then, just like before, the pain dulled, followed by something else. Some incredible flutter inside me that made my toes curl.
I cried out as I came, harder and longer than I thought I could. I toppled over orgasm after orgasm, each lasting so long that I was sweating and crying and cumming deep, wet puddles beneath me in the grass.
I was exhausted, and I tried to get away, tried to pull back, but I was locked there, stuck in place in Omar’s arms, on his cock that was doing incredible things to my body.
Too incredible. His cock had stretched me, but now I could feel thick, hot jets of cum filling me so full I could almost feel it in my throat. I could taste every bit of him at the back of my mouth, and it made me lick my lips.
“Too full,” I said as Omar’s cum filled me like a balloon, his cock completely plugging me and making me hold every drop.
"Shh," Omar said, holding me and wiping at some of my tears. "You're okay. You're okay."
"Hurts, Daddy," I said, crying softly. "It's too much."
"I know. I know, Peanut,” he said tightly. “It's gonna be okay. You can take it."
I was stretched so wide, filled so full, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take it, and then suddenly, Omar’s swelling went down.
Cum spilled out of me in a sharp, harsh flush for a long moment before turning to a slow dripping. I’d be leaking Omar’s cum for days; I already knew that.
He pulled me into his arms, soothing and stroking me, kissing my mark and everywhere else he could reach.
"You're mine," he said. "I love you."
He collapsed into the grass, pulling me down with him, and I nuzzled, exhausted, onto his chest.
“I love you, too,” I said, closing my eyes for a moment.
“Are you okay?” Omar finally asked, and I could sense that his lion had retreated. I could actually feel the guilt starting to overwhelm him.
I opened my eyes. “I’m better than ever.”
17
Omar
I watched with a smile as Zyke soaked in another salt bath. I felt a little guilty about having lost myself with him. I’d promised myself we would take our time, that I would ease him into taking me a little bit more day-by-day, and then my lion had taken over. Its desperate need to claim Zyke had completely pushed down any rational thought I’d had about holding back.
And I’d hurt him. I could easily see that. There were fading bruises and scratches all across his skin, and I could feel him. I could feel his pain like a dull ache under my skin. I was connected to him now. I could feel him like a slow, perfect tingle in my bloodstream. But just like I could feel his pain, I could feel how little it mattered to him. How he leaned into the ache in his ass, happy for the reminder that I’d been there.
I love you. I thought it, but I knew he could hear it, or at least he could feel it. We were one.
Kiss, please.
The thought echoed in my head as Zyke’s lips pursed and he tilted his head up.
I grinned as I leaned down to kiss him, softly at first and then more deeply. I knew I couldn’t fuck him again so soon, but I sure could kiss the hell out of him.
I pulled back as I heard chanting outside of the building, and Zyke whined in disapproval.
“You hear that?” I said, standing up and leaving the bathroom to go to the window.
Zyke climbed out of the tub after me, wrapping himself in a towel but still dripping a trail of water across the floor as he followed me to the window.
I frowned down at the gathering of people in the street. They were angry. I could feel it crackling in the air. The same kind of anger that had laced the air in Belaria every day before a revolt.
“Step away from the window, Zyke,” I said as someone spotted him and a shout went up from the crowd.
But Zyke didn’t move. He kept staring down at them with a look of sheer determination on his face.
“They hate me. And they should. My family is torturing them.”
I shook my head. “I can feel you about to do something stupid.”
“I have to go down there. I have to talk to them,” he said, confirming what I’d suspected.
“They will kill you.”
Zyke shrugged. “That’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
“Well, I’m not.”
Zyke looked up at me. “I have to do this.” He reached out to touch my arm. “You know that I want to please you. I always want to do everything you say, but this time…” He met my eyes. “Please, don’t ask me not to go down there.”
I sighed. I could feel how important it was to him. How little I’d be able to stop him barring physically holding him back. And I couldn’t do that.
“Stay behind me at all times,” I said, and he nodded, running to the bedroom to put on clothes.
The moment we stepped outside, we were met with shouts of disapproval, and I tucked Zyke in closely behind me.
“You don’t belong here, Prince!”
“Get the fuck out of our town!”
I clenched my fists, ready to fight all of them if I had to.
Stay calm. I heard Zyke’s voice echo in my head and forced myself to calm down.
"It's not fair! We're hardworking people, and he just shows up and takes jobs from us and gets soldiers sent out to destroy our community!" A lanky woman in the crowd raised her fist as she shouted.
"What does he need the money for, anyway? We've all seen how they live up on the hill!" another man echoed her.
"They're trying to take everything we have. First they sent him, and now they're sending soldiers! He’ll be the death of us all"
"Go back to your palace!" someone shouted.
"Fuck off and leave us alone!" cried someone else.
"You've taken enough from us!"
Zyke looked taken aback for a quick moment before he recovered.
Carefully, Zyke stepped around me, despite my insistence that he stay behind me.
I kept a close eye on the crowd. I was willing to let Zyke do whatever he felt like he needed to do, but if anyone tried anything, I wouldn't hesitate to put them down.
"I'm sorry!" he said, and it was loud enough to get the shouting to calm down for a bit. Long enough for him to say his piece. "I'm sorry that you've been treated so b
adly. I'm sorry it seems like I'm just another part of the problem.”
He held up his hands. “I don't want you to have to live like this. No one should have to live like this, scrimping and saving and trying to do whatever it takes just to get by. Just to have food to put on the table. It's not fair. I know that. I’ve always known that. And I’ve tried to speak up for you, but I’m just a small prince. I’m so far down the line of succession that my voice, like yours, has never been heard.”
The crowd seemed to soften a little to him, and my chest tightened to see him speak like that. To see him command a crowd like that. He’d come so far.
“Nobody knows the depths of the royal family’s cruelty more than me. Yes, I may be a prince, but I’m sure you all know that I’ve never been treated like one. My whole life, the world has been cruel to me. I may have lived in that palace,” he said, pointing off into the distance, “But I was never a part of that family. What they stand for, I do not. I never want anyone to suffer at their hands, not me, not any of you. My father's rule has been nothing but inhumane, and just like you, I stand against him. I want better for all of us, but I don't have the power to make those changes. I'm sorry."
As he spoke, the crowd turned from being a mob into just a group of people. Some of them still looked pissed off, but they were all listening.
Zyke had stepped up and made them listen, and most of them were backing down, nodding along and looking ashamed for the way they had been yelling at him.
Shy and meek as Zyke could be, he was good with people. He had a way of making them listen. He couldn't intimidate people into doing what he wanted them to, so he had to use his brain and his kindness to make things happen.
I'd already known he had good ideas for how things should be run, but right then, I realized he would be an amazing leader. Someone who listened and who actually gave a shit about more than just having the nicest things and keeping their own treasury flush with cash.
"I promise, I'm not here to try and take more from you. I'm just trying to make a living, the same as you are. I stand with you. I want change. I demand change." Zyke continued. "And I’ll keep fighting for it as best as I can with what little power I have."