and pushed down, impaling himself to the hilt. He threw his head back with a shout. He moved, fucking himself on the thick erection. He looked so joyous. So free. Rocking and circling his hips, bouncing up and down, he used the alpha’s body. More of his release splattered on the alpha’s chest, but the omega kept moving.
“He’s in heat,” Zana’s voice said. “Just like you’ll be soon. Will you ride my dick like that?”
Navid woke up with a moan. Overheated, he kicked the blanket off. He was wet between his ass cheeks, and he ached with emptiness. Without thinking, he grabbed his erection and stroked himself, eyes closed, trying to sink back into the fantasy. Except he couldn’t. The hollow ache in him grew oppressive. Once he thought of it, he couldn’t resist the temptation. Zana had told him to do it after all.
He rolled on the rumpled bedding and pulled the lowest drawer open. The dildo lay there on a clean folded towel, and Navid took it in his hand. Navid’s fingers didn’t meet; it was so thick. Slick gathered inside him as he weighed the toy in his hand.
For some reason, his mind drifted to Payam, his old tutor.
“In time, you’ll learn to draw enjoyment from your husband’s pleasure, but don’t ever succumb to lust when alone. Self-pleasuring equals speaking to the devil.”
Navid grinned. The memory seemed so absurd now. Poor Payam.
Closing his eyes, Navid visualized Zana’s face. The focused expression he wore when he was aroused. Navid lay on his back and spread his legs wide. Holding the toy tight, he found his slick opening with the tip and pushed. At first, his body resisted, but then the ring gave way, and the bulbous head slid in.
Navid cried out with the sudden fullness. It was so good. What a marvelous gift. He pumped a few times but then pulled it out. His ass protested, almost hurting with the emptiness after the brutal stretch of the dildo.
He fastened the suck-on base onto the hardwood floor by the bed. It looked so wrong. So huge. More slick gushed out of his hole at the sight of the toy sticking up from the floor. Unable to wait anymore, he straddled it. Carefully, he sat down, lower. And lower. Oh god. Yes. That’s better. He lifted himself up and sank down again, grabbing the edge of the bed for support. Soon, he was fucking himself with abandon. Cupping his shaft, he leaned back so the artificial cock teased the entrance to his womb. How could something so violent feel so good?
“Will you ride my dick like this?”
He bit his lower lip so he wouldn’t cry out too loudly. He wiggled on the toy, forcing it into his insides to the hilt, and a twinge of pain deep in his core made him gasp. Strangely, it was the sting that threw him over the edge, and he burst into orgasm on a silent cry. He caught his cum into his palm. Sitting down on the huge cock, he relished in the ache. The firm tip pressed right into the special spot, and it hurt so wonderfully. Navid licked his palm, imagining how Zana felt when he tasted him. His flesh fluttered a few more times around the thick hardness, and blissful calm settled in his gut.
He already planned how he’d tell Zana tomorrow about what he’d done at three in the morning. But he wouldn’t tell him about the dream. Or maybe…only if Zana asked.
“Navid, I’m holding my dick in my hand. I miss you so much. I want to fuck you.”
It was finally Saturday, and tomorrow evening, Zana would come home. Navid squeezed his eyes shut. “I miss you too.”
“Are you naked?”
“Yes.”
“Describe your body for me. Tell me how you feel.”
Navid was reluctant to speak, yet he knew Zana wanted to hear him. “I’m…hard,” he finally forced out. “My shaft is straining. It lies on my stomach. I’m leaning against the headboard, my legs spread.” The longer he spoke, the easier it got. “I feel hollow inside. I want you to come home now and fuck me.”
“Are you wet?”
Navid shuddered with a mix of shame and arousal. “Yes.”
“Put your finger inside and tell me.”
With a trembling hand, Navid reached down. His forearm pressed against his erection, and he sucked in a breath. His ring was loose. He dipped a finger inside, finding a flood of juices.
“I’m full of slick.”
“Lick it.”
Navid obeyed, sucking the finger into his mouth.
“Do you have the