The Rise of the Omega Supreme

(POV: Lina)

“Forgive us, Supreme Alpha, please,” Melanie pleads as she and her group kneel before me, tears streaming down their faces. “Please.”

“Show them what happens to those who disrespect, humiliate, and hurt the Supreme Alpha. Show them that you neither forget nor forgive. Show them that you retaliate, Supreme.”

I look at them, kneeling and crying, and should feel happy, but I don’t. I look at them and only feel pity, even though I should watch them perish for everything they’ve done to me. But, I don’t want that. I’m not like that; I don’t enjoy vengeance, nor do I like holding grudges. I don’t want to seek revenge on them.

So why am I doing this?

“I forgive you!” I speak, and they look at me, smiling.

“Thank you, Supreme,” they all say together, rising and leaving my presence.

“You fool!” a man’s hand grabs me by the collar of my jacket. “Forgiveness is for the weak! And I didn’t make you weak, you failed project!”

***

“Ring, ring, ring, ring.”

I wake up sweaty and trembling, my fingers feeling cold, and something lodged in my throat causing a sensation of suffocation.

What was that? Does this dream hold any meaning?

As I place my feet on the icy floor, thermal shocks run through them, causing my spine to arch, and a shiver runs through my body. After getting used to it, I get out of bed and head towards the bathroom. As I turn the doorknob and open the door, a feeling of regret accompanies the shame, making me blush and lower my head. A laughter is heard, and in my total embarrassment, I try to close the door, but a hand prevents me, opening it again.

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“You shouldn’t leave the door open while taking a shower,” I say, looking at the ground. “Someone might accidentally walk in and see you like this. It’s embarrassing.”

“True!” he runs his hand over my chin and lifts it, our eyes meeting. “I believe you opened the door with the intention of taking a shower, right?”

“Yes, but I’ll wait for you to finish,” I try to turn around to leave, but my arm is held.

“No, shower with me.”

“I think it’s better not to…”

“Come on! I’ve already seen you naked three times. What’s there to be ashamed of now?” He holds my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Let’s go!”

I say nothing; he’s right. Why would I be ashamed now when he has already seen me naked before? With my head down, I go into the bathroom and close the door, although there is no one else in the house but me and Nicollas.

Nicollas gives me space, and since he is already undressed, he enters the shower and waits for me. I don’t know why, but I feel my face burning. Under his gaze, I slowly take off my nightgown. I’m not wearing anything underneath, and in this moment, I deeply regret it.

“Come on, Lina, the water will get cold,” his voice brings me back from my shameful thoughts.

I say nothing, still with my head down, and walk hesitantly towards the shower. As I enter, I look at Nicollas, and he smiles at me.

“Can you do me a favor?” he asks, smiling at me.

“What?” I raise one eyebrow.

“Bathe me,” he says, looking at me from head to toe. “I’m feeling lazy today.”

I don’t know what got into me, but I comply.

“Under one condition,” I raise my nose.

Nicollas raises his right eyebrow.

“What would that be?”

“Afterwards, it will be your turn to bathe me,” I extend my right hand. “Deal?”

“Deal!” he shakes my hand.

Nicollas smiles at me, and once again, I try my best not to swoon over that perfect smile.

He turns on the shower and steps in. I go to a small built-in cabinet on the wall and grab the liquid soap. He steps out from under the water, and I put some scented liquid soap in my hand, starting to spread it on his arms.

Muscular and strong.

Then I spread the soap on his warm and soft chest, which rises and falls calmly. Next, I move to his broad abdomen, full of defined abs, eight in total. When I bend down to spread the soap on his thighs, I don’t know what happened. I only feel his large hands pulling me by the shoulders and pinning me against the wall. Startled, a small moan escapes my mouth, making him smile. Without wasting any time, he captures my lips with desire and ferocity, his tongue seeks the entrance to my mouth, and I gladly grant it.

Our tongues dance… no! They war against each other in a battle with no winners, only sponsors of the pleasure that a kiss provides. My nervous hands traverse your robust and broad chest, virile and thick neck, silky and soft hair. I interlace my fingers, giving them gentle tugs, then I move my hands down to your chest and abdomen.

Nicolla’s hands do no different. One is fixed on my nape, and the other travels along my waist, belly, and back. As I bite down and suck on his lower lip. Nicollas’ hand, which was before on the back of my neck, moves to my buttocks along with his other hand. Both sink into my flesh and lift me up, causing me to wrap my legs around his hips.

He tries to turn off the shower, but I don’t let him.

“Let’s go to bed!” he says in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

“I’ve always had the fantasy of my first time being under a shower in a bathroom,” I nibble on his earlobe, and him shiver.

“Okay, your wish is my command, my she-wolf,” he bites my neck and sucks on it.

Nicollas presses my body even harder with his against the wall. Without warning, I begin to feel something forcing its way into my intimacy. My whole body fills with anticipation; I swallow dryly, feeling myself tense up.

When Nicollas breaks through my barrier and enters me, a pain takes over my body, causing my spine to arch. A long, anguished groan escapes my lips. It’s big and thick, I feel like it’s tearing me from the outside in. My intimacy burns. Unable to repress it, I let out another painful moan.

“Relax, I’ve only put in a third of my size.”

WHAT? I’m here, feeling all this pain, and he only inserted a third of his length? I might die like this. I hold my breath as I feel him sinking even deeper inside me, only resuming breathing when I sense him still.

“Is… is that… everything now?” I ask, fearing the answer.

“Yes, I’m just waiting for you to get used to my size,” he kisses my neck.

After a few, no, many minutes in that position, I finally feel him move. His thrusts are slow, but I still feel that I am being torn apart. Gradually, the pain subsides, being replaced by a pleasure before unknown to me. My moans fuel him, and he now thrusts faster and harder, making me writhe in ecstasy.

Our bodies collide, producing unmistakable noises that are impossible to ignore. It is very likely that my back will hurt later, because it keeps banging against the cold, damp bathroom wall. My moans are getting louder and louder, there is something tingling inside me. This makes me squeeze my legs even tighter around his hips.

“That’s it, my beautiful, feel the moment, let go with me,” he bites my earlobe, “Come, let’s come together.”

I don’t wait for him to say anything else. I let myself go and feel like I’m ascending to heaven. Hot jangles hit against my ulterior. Nicollas has also released himself inside me. I smile, this makes me feel even lighter.. Nicollas kisses my lips and bites my lower lip so hard that I taste my own blood. I do the same to him. The metallic taste in my mouth gives me a sense of pleasure… I can’t explain it.

While we savor each other’s blood, I feel a burning sensation in my right wrist… It burns… It burns a lot, but I feel so light that I don’t pay much attention to it, allowing myself to simply enjoy the pleasure. After a few moments savoring these divine sensations. I slide off your lap and almost fall to the floor because my legs are weak. I dare say they’re even weaker than jelly. Nicollas notices and carries me in his arms, bridal style, taking me to the bedroom. When we reach the bathroom door, I open it, and Nicollas, with me in his arms, passes through it.

Feeling the softness of the bed, I stretch myself, and Nicollas lies down beside me. I feel tired, but the desire to repeat what happened in the bathroom is stronger. Without saying a word, I sit on Nicollas’ lap, and he adjusts himself, also sitting on the bed. I look at his member, which I only now notice how it is, and in reaction, my eyes widen, unable to stop looking at it. It’s very big and thick, the veins protruding from it, as if they want to burst out. The head is large, round, and very pink.

Still with my eyes almost popping out, I wonder to myself: How did this fit inside me?

“Easy, my Luna, relax, the worst is over,” he whispers in my ear. Again, I shiver at the deep, husky sound of his voice filled with desire. “Now, it’s all about pleasure,” he adds, taking my lips and kissing me tenderly. Our tongues caressing each other very carefully.

How good it is to kiss; I will never tire of doing it! Without interrupting the kiss, with my right hand, I grasp his member and feel it hard and pulsating. Startled by this, I end up biting his lip hard, causing the kiss to break.

“Leave that to me!” he holds his own member with one of his hands and with the other, he holds my waist, positioning me so that his member slides inside me. “Now, it’s up to you.”

I hold onto his shoulder tightly and slide onto his member. When I feel that I’ve taken him completely inside me, I start riding on his lap, and our moans mingle. After many thrusts, I feel that tingling sensation again.

“N… NICOLLAS!” I scream and moan, releasing myself.

My legs go weak, and I stop what I was doing. Nicollas then takes control, lying me down on the bed and lying on top of me, intertwining his hand with mine on the bed. He moves fast and strong, making me jump with even more pleasurable moans, and when I’m close to releasing myself once again…

“Lina!” Nicollas moans my name, and we climax together.

Nicollas collapses on top of me. And, without withdrawing his member from me, he kisses my lips once more, softly and tenderly. But once more, I feel that burning sensation in my wrist. It bothers me, but not enough to interrupt this moment I’m living. When we break the kiss, Nicollas withdraws from me. Immediately I feel an emptiness where before he filled me.

Nicollas lies down beside me, and I nestle against his chest, which rises and falls with the rhythm of his breathing. I hear the sound of his heart racing, just like his breathing. I kiss his bare chest and finally surrender to exhaustion. I gradually close my eyelids, falling asleep, as I hear the sound of Nicollas’ heartbeat beneath me.