Runaway Omega
Chapter 125 - - 125 Servicing The Omegas (Part 3)

Chapter 125: Chapter - 125 Servicing The Omegas (Part 3)

Santiago’s Point Of View

"Are you comfortable enough, Synnahmen?" I asked, as he positioned himself into the water.

"Yes. It feels amazing, Master." He replied.

"Ack!... You don’t need to call me Master..." I sighed.

"But... you are my Master though, right?"

"No. I’m not your Master. I do not own you." I replied, confused.

He made it seem like it was entirely normal for him to call me master. However, it didn’t feel right.

"B-But... I want you to be my master! If you’re not my Master then anyone can claim me... I don’t want that..." He said, beginning to cry.

I was shocked beyond words. It hadn’t been my intention to make him cry. I just wanted him to know how awkward it would be for him to call me Master.

"Okay... Okay... You can call me Master. Just please... stop crying. I’m sorry..."

He quieted down and just whimpered softly. Then he put his head on my hand that I placed on the rim of the tub. It took him quite a while to calm down completely, so I just knew there was a deeper meaning behind his tears.

"Will you not join me, Master?" He murmured softly.

"I can. I just assumed you would like your space, so I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable... Do you want me to join you?"

"Yes, Please." He said, rubbing his face against my hand.

I heaved a tired sigh and began to undress. I couldn’t deny my attraction to the guy. I really did want to be considered special to him...

’But a Master, though?’

As I climbed into the tub, he slid over to me with a warm smile. I smiled back, and took my seat. He laced his arm in-between mine, and laid his head on my bicep.

"Syn... if we don’t wash up soon, the water will turn cold. Do you want me to help you get cleaned up?"

"You may do as you wish. I’m yours to command..."

"Yeah... We’re going to need to talk about that a bit later. For now, I want you to know that you have permission to utilize your free will. I won’t leave you, but I also won’t control you either. You may only do what you want to do. I will never make you do anything that you don’t wish to do."

"What... I... want to do? I don’t understand... I do not have a will outside of my Master’s..." He replied, gripping my arm tighter with a fearful look in his eyes.

It was so difficult trying to have a conversation with this guy. He seemed to have really gone through some serious physical and mental abuse. He just didn’t understand the concept of living for himself.

"It’s fine. I’ll explain it to you later. For now, your Master wants to bathe you. Is that okay?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir!" He said, positively beaming with happiness.

His thick pheromones flared incredibly hard. The sweet smell of milk and honey flooded my senses. I felt my body respond in earnest.

"Mmm... You smell so good Master..." He murmured.

"Sit still and let me clean you, try not to move too much." I said, placing him on my lap.

I quickly began to lather soap on a cloth, and washed him thoroughly. He seemed to like me washing his body a bit too much. By the time I was finished he was practically writhing and moaning in my lap.

"I’m going to wash your hair now, okay?" I asked.

"Hmm? What do you mean? What’s that feel like?" He asked, eyes shining.

"Sit right here and I’ll show you. Keep your head tilted back and your eyes closed. If it gets in your eyes, it will burn like hell." I said chuckling.

This guy was ridiculously amusing. He seemed to really like being pampered. It was incredibly adorable. He smiled and cooed the entire time that I washed his hair.

"Mmm... Master. I’ll let you wash my hair anytime. That was delightful!" He gushed, as I sat him on the bed and toweled him dry.

"Yeah. Sure thing, love." I chuckled.

I checked my phone and saw that Lahnsen and Tohrque had returned. So I sent them a message requesting robes, and some clothes.

"Ngh... Master. I’ve behaved myself during the bath... Hngh... Can I have my reward, now?" Synnahmen said, as he curled into himself atop the bed.

His pheromones were growing more dense by the minute. It was alluring, and suffocating at the same time.

"What reward would you like, Syn?"

"Your seed... I want you inside me Master... Please..." He begged.

"I have a very distinct taste when it comes to sex. So if I do give you this reward, it will be solely for your benefit... Understand?" I replied, taking him by the chin and staring into his eyes seriously.

"So... You won’t enjoy it?" He murmured, softly.

"I’m not saying I won’t enjoy it. I’m just saying, this time I’m only doing it for you. We’ll have to have a serious discussion later on when I want to fuck you, for me." I chuckled into his ear, before picking him up.

He wouldn’t understand until I showed him, but if I did it now it would no doubt scare him out of his mind. So to save me the hassle, I would agree to satiate his body first.

"Master? You’re a pervert, aren’t you?" He grimaced.

I was momentarily stunned by his question. Because well... he wasn’t wrong. And since he wasn’t wrong, I had no decent way of answering him.

"Why do you think that?" I asked, kissing his forehead and encasing him in my pheromones.

"Guys who can’t just have normal sex are all I’ve known. The doctors used to introduce people to me with "distinct tastes" often. What that meant for me, was that they would enjoy torturing my body as they screwed me..."

"Ah well... it’s no fun if you can’t enjoy it too. Those men only took pleasure in your pain. We are not the same. My pleasure derives from your pleasure." I chuckled, as I ran a finger down his spine.

"I still don’t get it... but you don’t seem gross... like those other guys... so I’ll trust you." He replied with a shudder.

"Yeah. I’ll show you later on. For now, let’s just get your pheromones under control." I said, sliding my middle finger inside of him.

"Hngh... Master... that’s definitely... not enough..."

"I know, I know. We have to go slowly however, so I don’t hurt you..." I replied adding a second finger.

"But it will take forever... Just enter me now. I can take it..." He groaned.

’Sweet Gods on high, what foul retribution is this!?’

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Synnahmen’s Point Of View

My body was on fire. And Santiago was just too damn calm. I had endured for as long as possible in the bath. I didn’t want him to get angry with me, and leave before he could help me. But my body developed a will of its own, when he talked about his preferences.

I thought he would be disgusted if I told him I had developed an unhealthy love of pain, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. Unfortunately for me, he was being meticulously gentle, when I didn’t need him to be. I understood he was concerned for me, but if he dragged this out any longer, my pheromones would turn him into a monster unwillingly.

"Ngh... Master... forgive me... but we are out of time..." I groaned, as I sat up and extracted his fingers from my body.

"Wha? What are you doing Syn?" He asked in surprise, when I rose up to straddle his lap.

"I’ve come to care about you... enough to not want you... to turn into a mindless monster... please allow me... to put you inside of me now." I said, placing my lips on his neck as I slowly pushed him inside of me.

"What... The... Fuck...! You’re so ridiculously tight Syn... you have to... stop... Or else, you’ll hurt yourself... UNGH!... Holy fucking Gods!"

He was gritting his teeth as he tried to stop my descent, but it was too late. The pure bliss I felt once he was completely inside of me, was nothing short of euphoria. I felt my pheromones explode out of proportion in an instant. Santiago’s cock was much bigger than I initially thought. And it seemed to be getting bigger.

"What the hell... is this... feeling?" Santiago asked, as he gripped my face in both hands.

"Mmm... M-My pheromones... are affecting you already... I’m really sorry... Master..." I groaned, trying to adjust to his growing size.

"Fuck! Why does this feel so damn incredible!?"

"AAAAHHH! W-Wait... Master, please don’t move yet!" I cried, gripping his shoulders.

He didn’t seem to hear me anymore. On top of that, his fire orange eyes seemed to separate in color. His left eye was turning a bright orange, while his right eye was turning an amber red color. It was the most terrifying thing I had ever seen in my short life.

"M-Master?" I murmured, timidly.

"Ngh... Forgive me Syn... I don’t think I can hold back anymore..." He groaned, before giving me a fierce and passionate kiss.

Then, his pheromones began to invade my every cell. I couldn’t breathe, and I couldn’t move. He looked so torn and so terrifying, all at the same time. It was endearing and frightening.

’I forgive you, My Master...’