Mitaka whimpers softly and looks up at the man. He didn’t look very frightening compared to his last master. He was afraid of most people after him though. Mitaka nods quickly and closes his eyes tightly, expecting to get hit.
“If you….hah!- say that kind of s-s-st-stuff to me, I’ll lose my mind!” Techie gasps, and fucks up eagerly into him until he hits that sweetest spot inside his omega, and every little clench drives him further into a frenzy. He mouthes at the perfect spot to claim him, the very edge of his tooth scraping over the sensitive skin there. Though tempted, Techie resists.
Mitaka mewls loudly and tilts his head back as the tooth. “W-want you to k-knot me…” he whines and licks over his lips. “W-want you to claim me…” he begs, sounding almost pained.
“I can’t, Dopheld, I can’t claim you,” Techie insists, though his voice wavers from the effort of restraining himself. Knotting is another matter entirely; his knot pops and blooms within the omega, anchoring them together. His eyes roll back into his head from the intense pleasure.
“I’m…I’m not alpha enough to deserve you,” Techie confesses all at once in a rush of air, as his thighs quiver. He’s close already, so close.
TechieHux 