The Contract Wife Tries to Leave - Chapter 80
His saliva, mingled with pheromones, had a sweet taste. It was fragrant and sugary, like a fruit wine—something he didn’t want to waste a single drop of. A fresh wave of arousal crept up from the tips of her toes to her head. Leonid pressed firmly against her from the inside, where his member was still nestled.
Johanna’s eyes widened in panic as she looked at him, frightened. His s***t, which had softened after climax, gradually swelled again, stretching her narrow walls once more. The c**k that now filled her was far more engorged than the first time.
“Ah, ugh, hngh, ahh…!”
The pressure below felt like she was being torn apart, and Johanna let out a pained moan. It was an overwhelming size and volume, almost enough to make her wonder if it was knotting. However, Leonid himself knew better than anyone that this wasn’t a knot.
“According to some researchers, alphas are more beast than man, even in their d***s.”
“Ugh, ngh, ahh…”
“Not entirely wrong…”
The alpha’s eyes glinted dangerously as he gazed down at the omega like a predator eyeing its prey. Warning bells rang frantically in Johanna’s mind. But in a state no better than a fish skewered on a spear, there was no way she could escape.
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Her voice was completely hoarse now, unable to make a sound. Her eyes ached with a stinging heat, probably from all the crying she’d done. Dawn was breaking outside, but Johanna was still caught in Leonid’s grip, endlessly being thrust up and down.
They had been at it all night, from dusk until dawn. Although the symptoms of her heat had somewhat lessened, the alpha’s arousal showed no signs of subsiding. It must have been due to the endless omega pheromones spilling out from her.
The pheromones that lured the alpha only grew thicker, filling the room with an almost suffocating intensity. Mixed with the potent scent of a hyper-dominant alpha, the air became heavy with a complex, indescribable fragrance.
Intoxicated by that scent to the point where her consciousness felt faint, Johanna finally let go of all rational thought. She swayed under his control, moaning. Her b******s and thighs, constantly rubbed without respite, had turned a deep red, and their joined area was a mess of sticky fluids.
He had climaxed over ten times already, and there was no room left inside her to contain any more. Thick, milky liquid kept seeping out of her, her insides repeatedly hitting new peaks of sensitivity. She no longer felt pain or discomfort, only waves of intense pleasure cresting over and over.
Her entrance and inner walls were stretched wide open, and she worried absurdly that they might never close again. At this point, it felt like his member had become a part of her.
Johanna blinked her dimming eyes, groaning softly, almost weakly. She was lying face down on the bed, her hips lifted high as he continued to pound into her.
“Haa…”
He let out a low sigh, pausing for a moment to catch his breath, before gripping her b******s tightly again and thrusting back inside. Each time their bodies collided, clear fluids and white s***n splattered in all directions. His thick s***t moved relentlessly in and out of her slick, now frictionless passage.
After a while, he pulled her waist closer, thrusting his s***t as deep as it could possibly go. His enlarged member spurted thick s***n that, no matter how much he released, never seemed to thin out. Satisfied with his release, he let out a low groan and continued moving a few more times before slowly pulling out. As soon as he withdrew, her entrance twitched and gaped, expelling a flood of accumulated fluids.
With her body limp and trembling occasionally from spasms, he turned her over onto her back. Johanna was half-asleep, caught in a haze between reality and unconsciousness. In that dreamy state, she felt a thick tongue entering her mouth. Instinctively, she entwined her tongue with his, eliciting a low chuckle that tickled the inside of her mouth.
Her memory cut off there. When she regained awareness, Johanna found herself lying alone in the bedroom, now bathed in the crimson glow of the evening sunset.
Her body was clean and dry, and the sheets, once soaked with fluids, were now fresh and crisp. It seemed the maids had washed her and tidied up the bed.
Unsurprisingly, Leonid was not in the room. She hadn’t expected him to stay by her side anyway, so there was no reason to feel disappointed. Johanna pushed thoughts of him out of her mind and slowly sat up.
“Ugh…”
Her entire body ached; there wasn’t a single part that didn’t hurt. After more than eight hours of intense physical activity, it was to be expected. And there was still a lingering fever. It seemed her heat cycle hadn’t fully ended yet.
The duration of a heat cycle varied for each omega. Some only suffered for a day, while others endured it for an entire week.
Hoping her heat would be brief, Johanna carefully stepped off the bed. But she hadn’t taken more than a few steps before her legs gave out, and she collapsed back down.
