Does a Disabled Omega Have to Be Forcibly Loved Too? (NPH) - Chapter 6: Reality

Chapter 6: Reality

Arnold’s hand tightened around the Omega’s waist. While he thrust in hard, he also gripped her waist and pressed it downward.

“Uh… no…” The Omega began to struggle weakly again.

Arnold’s ears echoed with the voice of the instructor from the Alpha lust management course.

“If you fail to restrain yourself and use pheromones to force an Omega into heat, you must absolutely not forcibly open the Omega’s reproductive cavity. You have to wait until the Omega opens it willingly during arousal.

“If you force open the reproductive cavity for marking, it could not only damage the Omega’s reproductive cavity but also create a conditioned fear response toward you in the Omega.”

But this was just a dream, after all.

Arnold’s movements didn’t stop. Instead, they grew even fiercer.

The Omega’s voice took on a crying tone. “Don’t… it won’t fit…”

Only then did Arnold notice how pleasant the Omega’s voice was.

It was a soft, unaffected voice, rare even among Omegas.

Especially now, that voice carried pitiful whimpers, like it was soaked in some clear, sweet water with a faint bitter aftertaste.

This voice was so beautiful that it fueled Arnold’s lust even more.

His teeth itched again. His tongue pressed against his sharp canines, but that slight sensation, far from pain, wasn’t enough to bring back his reason.

“It will fit.” Arnold’s other hand gently stroked upward from the Omega’s lower back, as if offering some silent comfort.

The soft, fluffy skirt bunched up around the Omega’s slender waist, revealing a pair of subtle dimples and a slightly raised spine in the middle.

This dream was rich in detail. Before this, Arnold had never thought he had a preference for dimples.

Above the piled-up skirt were her hands, bound by the jacket. Further up was her neck, still bearing his bite mark.

The gland, injected with pheromones, was slightly red and swollen. The bite mark had seeped a little bl00d, now dried into two red dots.

It looked like a vampire’s brand.

Arnold resisted the urge to bite again. He gripped that slender neck with his hand and thrust in harder.

“Uh…”

Dinah couldn’t help wanting to pull away.

Her heat hadn’t subsided, but the Alpha went in so deep, aiming clearly to force open her reproductive cavity. The spot being relentlessly pounded felt sore, numb, and electrified.

But an Omega in heat, no matter how roughly treated, kept producing wet fluids, allowing the Alpha to thrust in deeply and heavily again and again.

The fluids, churned into white foam, slowly dripped down. Arnold gripped the Omega’s waist, like a male beast in rut driven only by the need to mate, tirelessly repeating the thrusting motion.

Her pvssy had been slapped red. Finally, a small opening appeared in the depths of her reproductive cavity.

The Omega kept crying and gasping as she struggled. At first, she pleaded for mercy, but later, she only let out broken moans in time with his movements.

After dozens more deep, heavy thrusts, the Omega’s body jolted. Her spine arched unconsciously, and her pvssy, gripping his c0ck, convulsed violently.

Warm fluids poured down, her pvssy suddenly tightened, and Arnold’s entire spine tingled. Before his mind caught up, thick semen shot into the slightly open reproductive cavity.

The Omega, filled with his seed, still trembled slightly. Arnold worked to calm his racing heartbeat.

This was the first time he experienced the addictive allure of s3x. From his fingertips to his brain, it felt like melting into honeyed pleasure.

Yet this couldn’t even be considered a true marking.

Arnold’s body still basked in unprecedented bliss, but as his reason returned, his mood grew subtly complex.

Reason told him it was normal for an Alpha’s first time with an Omega to be short, but emotionally, he struggled to accept it.

But this dream was so logical that it even captured the refractory period after ejaculation.

His c0ck, not yet fully soft after release, remained lodged between her swollen, bl00d-red pvssy lips. Her pvssy, still in the afterglow of climax, pulsed around his c0ck as if sucking it.

The contrast of dark and light colors, along with the size difference, stirred an Alpha’s lust just as much. Especially at the point where their s3x organs met, smeared with white, sticky fluid—perhaps mixed with the semen he had just shot inside.

Arnold’s gaze lingered there for several seconds before moving upward.

The Omega, slumped over the sofa’s backrest, wore the same black dress and suit jacket he remembered. But back then, he had only glanced briefly and shouldn’t have noticed that the black dress was a halter design.

This dream felt so real that it gave him a subtle sense of unease, as if it wasn’t a dream he had imagined himself, but a memory of something that had truly happened.