Kiss the Stranger

I froze, completely unprepared. Asgail, too, looked down at me in surprise. Unexpectedly, we found ourselves vulnerably face-to-face. Neither /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ of us spoke; we didn’t even breathe, only stared. I felt the faint twitch of his firm back beneath my palm. My breath threatened to falter, and though I struggled to stay rational, the heat of his body pressed so close it overwhelmed me. His normal warmth felt hotter now. And I, too, felt a sudden flush. Was it simply because I was a wanton omega? Or was it because—even if Kamar no longer remembered me—I still loved him? Or perhaps… perhaps.
I didn’t know.
Despair washed over me as I blinked slowly. I saw Asgail’s brows twitch. Keeping my gaze fixed, I opened my mouth—and a soft sigh escaped me just as I heard him swallow. Then, without warning, he kissed me.
I didn’t stiffen in shock. Instead, I closed my eyes instinctively. Asgail leaned over me and settled his weight atop my prone body. His mass pressed down across me, momentarily stealing my breath, yet the very pressure comforted me. I hadn’t felt the firm press of such a large body against mine in so long.
Kamar.
If I kept my eyes closed, I could stay in this dream. This was Kamar—my Kamar, returned to me. The kiss, the warmth, the weight: I was certain they were right, just as they had been countless times before.
My trembling hand hesitated before drifting to his shoulder. Asgail caught my arm and pulled it to his neck. In that startled embrace, I felt his lips curve as if in a smile. Then his full weight shifted onto me.
“Ugh….”
A soft moan slipped out. But he deepened the kiss, their lips meshing hungrily. Teeth clicked, and his thick tongue swirled in my mouth as I gasped for air, hugging him tightly. His coarse tongue wound around mine, mingling our saliva. I swallowed hastily.
“Hah….”
Asgail’s ragged breath whispered in my ear. He moved his hips as he continued kissing. When his engorged length pressed against me, shame blossomed into undeniable arousal. My heated nipples brushed his chest, jutting sharply. Memories of his fingers teasing my nipples undid me.
Carefully, I shifted beneath him and brushed my own modest length against his. Asgail stilled. I flinched, bracing for his scorn—his usual condemnation of a lewd omega—but then I heard a zipper.
He tugged my pants and underwear down in one swift motion. Before I could react, he lifted my exposed thigh and unzipped himself, freeing his erection. It stood rigid, brushing against his abdomen. I swallowed again, but there was no time to hesitate. He wrapped my leg around his waist and began thrusting.
The brutal friction stunned me, and I opened my eyes wide.
“Ah, hah, ah… ah!”
An involuntary cry burst from me. I pressed my shoulders against his as he slammed into me faster. His thrusts drove me sliding up the bed until Asgail gripped my arm to hold me in place, growling a curse.

“Damn it…!”
With one arm under my armpit and the other pinning my thigh, he drove into me without restraint. I was trapped beneath his weight, utterly helpless.
But I wasn’t afraid—or repulsed. Like him, I clung to him as if possessed. Every sense focused on the hard thrusts of his manhood against me, the heat scorching through me. His entire body moved against mine in heavy, relentless thrusts.
Hah… hah…
Asgail’s breaths mixed with guttural groans in my ear. Feeling his excitement, I grew even more aroused. I hugged his neck with all my strength, pressing my body flush against his. Each thrust drove me to cry out, but I felt no fear.
“Ah, hah, ah, so… good….”
The words slipped out before I could stop them. My belly churned, and my core throbbed uncontrollably. I wanted to grind against him, but trapped under his immense weight, all I could do was writhe and press into him.
I’m going to come… I’m going to come now.
Some distant part of my mind urged me onward. I had to say it, speak it before it was too late.
“Inside me… please, Ka—”
No sooner had I forced out the plea than warmth flooded my belly. Asgail tensed for a moment, then relaxed. I blinked, dazed, as his ragged breathing filled the room. I scarcely knew what I’d said. Then the weight crushing me lifted—Asgail pulled himself free.
He looked down at me, that same dazed expression. Was my face as blank? I thought so, until he kissed me again. This time the kiss was slow, gentle, a soft suck at my lips. As he rose, my arms slipped free, and he guided them back to his shoulders. Obediently, I held him, letting him pull my arms around his neck.
His hand slid down my side and along my waist before moving to my hip—but his true aim was more discreet.
“Uhn….”
A finger found the narrow opening between my buttocks and stroked gently. A moan escaped me. I lifted my eyelids and looked at him through haze. I saw him draw his finger away from his lips, moist with my arousal. Only one thought crossed my mind:
This time, he really will enter me.
My belly fluttered at the thought. I felt my lower half growing wet. My body was preparing to receive him.
I am an omega.
The one he despises so much.
Panic seized me. He would mock me again. Call me a filthy omega, disgusted that I dripped and spread myself so freely.
I’m an omega… because I’m an omega.
What should I do?
I clasped my hands over my mouth as tears welled. My breath caught in ragged sobs. Asgail frowned down at me.
“Why? Is something wrong?”
His voice—slightly sharper than usual—wavered with concern. I shook my head but couldn’t speak. I just thought: I exist to give my body whenever he wants it. That’s my purpose, and he only needs me for that.
He could never truly want me.
Tears blurred my vision, so I squeezed my eyes shut. They spilled over. I had been told not to cry, yet here I was.
“Uhn, hngh, ugh….”
I tried to stifle my sobs behind my hands, when I felt a warm hand on my forehead.
“How many times have I told you not to cry?”
I was startled by his low voice, then surprised by its calmness. Warm breath brushed my hand covering my mouth, and then his lips pressed a kiss to its back. The fading warmth coaxed my trembling eyelids open. His eyes met mine—no longer vacant as upon waking, but inscrutable. He raised a hand. I flinched. He hesitated, then gently removed my hand from my mouth. He did the same with my other hand, exposing my face. He studied me, then spoke.
“You look even uglier when you cry.”
His muttered remark made my heart plummet. I stammered an apology—but before I could finish, his lips pressed over mine in a brusque kiss, as if to silence me. Thick tongue probed inside, gently stroking and chiding me. Bewildered, I curled beneath him, closing my eyes and accepting the kiss. His tongue slipped deeper, lips meshing once more. Each breath from him felt like life itself rushing into me. I lifted a hand to his cheek, drawing him down, and he embraced me. Once again, we were pressed fully together, and I felt his arousal anew.
This time… maybe…
A secret hope fluttered in my chest, and I exhaled a shaky breath. I’d stopped crying without realizing it. His finger found my damp opening. My own juices pooled around it.
“Hah….”
Asgail exhaled deeply and straightened. He was going to enter me. I spread my legs willingly, awaiting him. The kiss returned, and at last I felt him at my entrance.
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