"Fuck," I shouted as I felt something wet penetrating my ass.

"God! Your delicious!" Said the man behind me, as he pushed his tongue inside my anus. I tried to block the feeling of his wet tongue inside me and the accompanying slurping sounds as he ate my ass.

I tried to focus on my surroundings.

I am not in my quarters or anywhere inside the pack house. Instead, I am in a room that can only be described as elegant and luxurious. Under me was a bed, the softest I had ever lain on. Everything here does not make sense.

What's going on? What am I doing here? I tried to look behind me, to see the man giving me this torturous pleasure, but I failed to see his face.

Who is he?

I should be afraid, but I am not. Instead, I felt a sense of familiarity and comfort. I even felt safe.

I am in a kneeling position with my face on the pillow and my hips raised in the air as the man behind me keeps on sucking my ass.

What's going on? What am I doing here? I tried to look behind me. Again, I failed to see his face.

"Who are y-" I tried to ask him, but all my words were cut off the moment his mouth moved to my core.

"Shittttt!" I moaned. I have never felt this way before. I need to release something.

"Fuck!" He shouted. "You're killing me!" He continued sucking me, worshipping me as if I were the most delicious meal in the world.

I am dripping. I wished that this pleasure would never end.

I had never thought that I was this lewd!

All of a Sudden, he released my hips. Was it over? But all these thoughts vanished when I felt something hard poking my core, spreading my wet folds.

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Shit! Is he gonna do it all the way? I have never done this before, but I heard the first time was always painful. Should I let him? Should I let this stranger get my first? I should be struggling to release myself from him. I should even be angry. But why am I letting him?

Who is he?

"I am now going in, love," the man behind me said, as he spread my legs wider, preparing to thrust into me.

"Wait!" I shouted as I opened my eyes. I stared at the familiar ceiling of my room. I looked around. Yup, I am definitely in my quarters, inside the packhouse.

It was just a dream... I told myself as disappointment crept into my veins. What a weird dream! I started to get up when I felt my soaked underwear.

"Shit. Did I really come from just a dream?" It was all new to me as I have never masturbated before. But I never heard anyone coming from just a wet dream.

I tried to think of the reasons why I was suddenly having those dreams, but the only reason I could think of was the kiss I shared with Alaric.

That kiss, that he obviously regretted.

I am pathetic.

"Now is not the time to think of him," I told myself. "I may be an omega, but I still have my pride."

There are still a few more hours before the sun rises and I cannot obviously sleep with wet underwear. I walked towards the bathroom, bringing a new set of underwear with me.

As I strip though, I remembered the familiar feeling of the man's tongue inside me, his hot breath against my core.

I want him.

I turned to face the mirror, all in my naked glory. I imagined him, kneeling before me, worshipping my core. Just like in my dream.

Suddenly, I felt the urge to touch myself. Using my fingers, I spread my still-wet folds.

Yup, I am wet.

Then, I closed my eyes and imagined the mysterious man from my dreams. Using my fingers, I started rubbing myself.

I was so wet that I could even hear lewd sounds coming from my vagina.

"Fuck!" I said, trying to contain my moans. This is my first time masturbating and it really feels good. I am feeling the urge to pee, but I didn't stop. I wanted more, but I didn't know what.

My hips are moving on their own, back and forth, trying to reach the feelings I had in my dreams.

"Fuck...."

Then it came. For a moment, everything turned white. I didn't hear anything. I know nothing except for these feelings of pleasure.

When my orgasm finally subsided, I noticed that I was already lying on the bathroom floor, legs spread, peeing. It felt good.

"Now I have to take a bath," I said as I get up and reached for the shower head.