Dron’s breath shuddered as he leaned down further.

She asked him not to let her go but to be with her as she went through this process. The fact that he was going to have to hurt her made his stomach turn, but at the same time, the fact that she trusted him to do this to her made him want to drop down to his knees and sacrifice himself to the great moon goddess. If he thought Tempest was a blessing before, he was absolutely sure of it now.

This shouldn’t be happening to someone like him. It shouldn’t be happening to any Alpha on this treacherous planet, but it was.

Dron pressed another kiss to Tempest’s soft, pillowlike lips. His heart beat like a war drum, faster and faster, as he continued to hold himself steady at her entrance.

He wasn’t sure how he should go about pushing through the tight ring that was holding him hostage.

He feared that if he went too slowly, he’d only prolong the pain she would be in, but if he went too fast, it would be too much too quickly, and Tempest would tell him to stop.

In the end he decided to move just enough at first to bring her back to the cusp of release and then bring the pain as swiftly as possible in hopes that she wouldn’t feel it.

Tempest hummed in a soft tone as Dron slowly tilted his hips back and forth. The very tip of his large primary sex organ was simply kissing her insides. The slick sound of her arousal filled the room with a soft, wet sound. Besides that, Dron couldn’t focus on anything else. The entire house could be on fire right now, and he wouldn’t have known what was going on.

Tempest scratched down her back as she writhed and moaned under him. "More, Dron. I can take more," she whispered, and Dron nodded before he dropped his head back down and took her lips once again.

Now he put a little more pressure behind his thrusts. He was still trembling, trying to keep himself in check, but the closer he got to his goal, the more difficult it became not to just ram inside of her.

"You are so perfect. I don’t deserve you, "Dron whispered.

"You do... I’m yours." Tempest answered right away, her eyes barely opened wide enough to see Dron.

A deep grumble rolled through his chest. To hear her say those words. She’s his. He instantly knew them to be true. Not so much in the fact that he possessed her. She was still her own woman but in the fact that she belonged to his soul. They were connected in a way that no one would ever be able to break. She was his to protect, to love, to share and cherish.

Dron pushed in a little more and Tempest squealed in pain for a second. Her body locking up and her muscles tensing. . Dron was right there. Pushing the tight ring , stretching it just to the point of tearing. If only he moved a little more. Just one more thrust. .

Dron lifted his face slightly so he could stare down into Tempest’s gaze. He wanted to see her as she gave herself to him. Wanted her to see just how grateful he was. Wanted her to feel the connection they were about to have.

"My temptation, I love you."

Tempest smiled, and a lonely tear popped from the corner of her eye. Dron wanted to cry himself; he was that overwhelmed with emotion for this woman. Instead, he leaned down and kissed the small drop of liquid away just as he thrusted hard one final time.

Tempest wailed and threw her head back as her body split open for him. He did as she asked and held her until he felt her limbs relax a little. He didn’t know how long the pain would last but it seemed as if it were a fleeting thing.

"Tell me," Dron ordered. He had to know that she was okay. Had to know that he hadn’t destroyed what was given to him.

"It’s good...I...okay." Her words were slurred and soft, but she didn’t seem upset. In fact, she tightened her grip on his back and shoulders, nearly forcing him to move even closer to her.

It was his approval. What he needed.

Dron pulled back slightly and thrust inside of Tempest again. This time the tight ring was gone, and he felt his cock slide in deeper. The feeling was exquisite. He’d had sex before, but it felt like he was discovering this feeling for the first time all over again. Maybe it was because he was having sex with someone he cared about. Someone he would give his entire existence for.

He pumped in and out of her again and again, going deeper but still not fully seated inside of her. He was trying to hold his composure.

Tempest scratched down his back hard enough that Dron arched upward and hissed in pain.

"Don’t hold back, Dron. I want all of you." Tempest narrowed her eyes at him. It was a challenge. One that Dron had been trying not to partake in. When Tempest lifted her leg and dropped her calf over his upper thigh, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He was in a frenzy.

Dron’s movement sped up, and he thrusted in and out of her. Each thrust going deeper and deeper than the last. He watched her face and the mask of pleasure that was washed over her.

"Dron, my god, you’re so deep." Tempest moaned and tightened her graps on him. Dron couldn’t voice what he was feeling. All he did was grunt in return.

She wasn’t lying, though.

He could feel the depth; his engorged shaft reached places no one had ever been. He wanted to appreciate it more but he was too overwhelmed. Every touch felt new to him.

He chanced a glance down and realized that even though he could feel the very back of Tempest’s insides he was still nearly halfway out of her. He needed to get deeper. He prayed that her body would accept him.

Dron tried to push forward and Tempest hissed in pain.

"It’s too tight... I don’t think... Oh I want to. Please." Tempest shook her head from side to side. A thin sheen of sweat on her forehead.

If she wanted more of him, he would find a way. Slowly he pulled out of her and she whimpered when she realized what he was doing.

"Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere. I just want... this will help." Dron reached over to the side table and grabbed the balm that he received in the marriage chamber. Quickly, Dron opened the jar and rubbed some of the balm against Tempest’s opening and then some on his shaft. It was a pleasant feeling.

"It’s okay?" Dron asked Tempest.

"Yes...perfect. Keep going." Tempest spoke.

Dron pressed the crown of his manhood against her opening again and pushed forward. She was still tight but she didn’t flinch away when he got deeper. The balm was doing what it was meant to do.

Dron could feel the final threads of his self control slipping out of his grasp. He slammed into Tempest hard. Harder than he should’ve.

Tempest screamed out and he waited for her to tell him to get off but instead she lifted up and kissed him feverishly.

The passion and desire engulfed Dron.

"Oh goddess." Dron muttered against her lips as he continued to kiss and thrust into her.

Faster and faster he moved. The pleasure was immeasurable.

"Please, My. Temptation. Come for me." Dron ordered. His voice was deep and gruff. His muscles ached from the tension coiled through his body. His hips tightened with a feeling he’d felt before but never to this extent.

His insides felt like they were boiling.

It was the most intense feeling.

Dron knew that he’d been to this point before, and that was usually when the omega forced him to stop. He never was able to bring himself to completion.

He just knew the second Tempest finished she’d make him stop. He was dreading it but wanted it desperately all at the same time.

"Dron, yes! I’m going to... oh god!" She screamed again, and her body arched off the bed hard.

Dron’s eyes crossed, and he squeezed his eyelids shut tightly.

Her inner walls clamped down on him, and pulsed. She was milking him.

"Tempest!" Dron bellowed. He knew he should slow down. It might be too much. Everything in him was preparing for all of this to be over.

She wasn’t stopping.

She didn’t push him off.

She pulled him closer.

Moon goddess above. This was going to happen.

Dron reached up and grabbed the wood of the headboard and squeezed. He had too much inside of him. Too much pent up energy. All he could do was move faster. Pound into her harder. Make her come again and again. He wanted this to last as long as possible.

For all he knew it would be the last time he’d ever feel this close to perfection.