Dron couldn’t believe what was about to happen.

Every second that passed, he waited for Tempest to change her mind. But every time she opened her mouth to speak, it was to encourage him to touch her more.

His entire body shook with anticipation as he took his time making it to the back room. He worried that he might drop her. Not because she weighed too much, but because he was so nervous.

He’d been trained on how to mate. He’d fantasized about it. Dreamed about it. But he didn’t know how things would go when it really came down to it.

On top of that, it wasn’t as if she were a typical omega. What if his physical body wasn’t actually a match for her? He knew about the tight ring of tissue inside her core. The hymen, he learned. Dron wondered if it would hurt when he tried to push through that. When he only put the tip in that first time, it didn’t seem like it would hurt, but Dron wasn’t foolish enough to think he’d be able to stop at just the tip this time.

He wanted all of her, and based on what she said, she was willing to give him exactly what he wanted.

"Dron, please." Tempest begged and tried to pull Dron on top of her as he finally managed to lay her in the bed. What he really wanted was to do exactly as she asked. He wanted to rip the rest of her clothes off and just slam into her, but he knew better. He had to take his time. She was drenched in slick, but he wanted to ensure that she was more than ready for him. He had to make this as easy for her as possible. After all, he’d like to do it again, and he knew the only way he’d get the chance to mate with her more than once was if she enjoyed herself the first time.

Quickly, his mind ran through all the different things he needed to make sure that everything went to plan. He didn’t want to be interrupted, so he quickly took his wrist device off and did the same for Tempest.

"What are you doing?" she asked as he deftly unclipped the device.

"We won’t be needing those." He smirked down at Tempest, who only moaned softly and let him continue.

Next, he pressed a soft kiss to the side of her mouth and slid off the bed. He walked over to the door and made sure that it was secure. Squab had a habit of nudging doors open. That wouldn’t be happening today.

As Dron started to walk back to the bed, he had a thought about something he received back in the marriage chamber. The salve that was supposed to help Tempest when it was time to mate. It was like a lubricant. He didn’t know if he would need it, but he wanted to make sure he had it just in case.

He quickly rushed to his closet and got the small jar out.

"Dron, what are you doing? Please don’t make me wait."

Dron all but threw himself back on the bed, trying to get close to Tempest. He placed the salve on the side table and steadied himself.

It was time.

He couldn’t believe it.

This was really going to happen.

Dron took a long, steadying breath, trying to calm the storm raging inside him. His heart hammered so violently against his ribs that he was sure Tempest could hear it. Every instinct screamed at him to claim what was already his, but another part of him desperately wanted to make this perfect for her. She deserved that much. She deserved patience. She deserved tenderness. She deserved to remember this night with happiness instead of pain.

His gaze slowly wandered over her as she lay beneath him. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair fanned wildly across the bedding, and her beautiful eyes remained locked on him as if there were no one else in the universe. There wasn’t fear in them anymore. Only trust. Complete and unwavering trust.

The realization nearly brought him to his knees.

No one had ever looked at Dron that way before.

No one had ever willingly placed themselves so completely in his care.

He silently vowed that no matter what happened next, he would spend the rest of his life proving that her trust had been well placed.

Dron gently curved his hand under her neck, tilting her head slightly so he could kiss her deeply. He was so grateful to Tempest for showing him this wonderful activity. Kissing lit him up in every way possible. The closeness was something that he couldn’t describe, but he was thoroughly addicted to it.

Tempest wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close. There was no hesitation, no judgment, nothing but desire and need.

Dron inhaled deeply. The smell of Tempest’s slick was driving him insane. He wanted another taste.

This time he didn’t stop himself from ripping her bottoms off. He reached down and pulled the thin garments from her body. She gasped and then giggled slightly.

Dron pressed kiss after kiss on Tempest’s skin until he made his way down between her legs.

"Dron, I don’t need that. I want to feel you. Inside of me... Please." She begged him again. He realized that he had told her that she never needed to beg him, but he couldn’t deny the thrill he got every time she did.

"I’m here, Tempest. You will have me, all of me. I promise you." He whispered, barely lifting his mouth away from what he wanted to taste.

Slowly, he darted his tongue out and licked through the wetness along her lower lips. It tasted just as wonderful as before. Soon, all hope of moving slowly vanished from his mind as he feasted on her like a starving man. She moaned and groaned, her legs jerking and pressing against the soft fabric of the bed. At one point, Tempest lowered her hands and threaded her fingers through Dron’s hair. She squeezed and tugged hard as she came, slick gushing out and down Dron’s throat. He drank down every drop. It tasted marvelous.

"You’re ready for me. Goddess above, please be ready for me." Dron muttered more to himself than to Tempest. He wanted to get her more prepared, but he was too far gone. He could see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing but Tempest writhing underneath him. He’d pushed his will to the limit. He had to take her then.

In haste, Dron snatched off all of his clothing and crawled up Tempest’s body.

He looked down and realized that both his sexual organs were engorged. Nearly painfully so.

For a moment, he worried that he wouldn’t be able to reach completion. He never had before. He worried this would be just another bout of torture for him where Tempest left him in the bed in agony after she got what she wanted from him.

Dron pushed the thoughts from his mind.

Tempest loved him.

She was the one who initiated this.

She wouldn’t do that to him.

He prayed.

Dron grabbed hold of his primary cock and gently pressed the large crown against her opening. The slick felt wonderful against the sensitive area, so he rubbed it back and forth through the liquid.

Tempest moaned louder, and she grabbed hold of him tighter.

"Yes! Yes. More." She panted.

He had nothing to say. All he could do was growl in response. His primal alpha instincts had all but taken over. It was different than when he would be ready for battle. Dron was still aware of what he was doing to Tempest and was trying with all he had to make sure that he didn’t hurt her.

"I’m close. Don’t stop," Tempest whispered, and Dron was surprised that she was so close to release even though he hadn’t even entered her body yet. Still, she’d made the request, so he obliged.

He continued just sliding his member back and forth until Tempest released a wail that signified her orgasm. He’d heard it many times before.

The excitement took over.

Dron pulled back slightly while angling his secondary organ down. It was slightly uncomfortable, but he’d deal.

He pressed the crown of his primary organ against her opening again, but this time, instead of just sliding it against her folds, he tried to push forward.

He felt her body straining to open up to just that little bit of him, but she didn’t tell him to stop, so he didn’t.

He pushed a little further. His breathing came in tight pants as he tried to grow accustomed to the intensely pleasurable feeling of her tight walls clamping down around him.

He gulped hard and tried again to push in farther.

It was then that the tight ring of muscle he’d felt before stopped him.

Tempest flinched in pain as he tried to push past it.

He was hurting her.

He groaned in frustration. His arms shook as he forced himself to be still.

"Tempest," he spoke through clenched teeth. "I don’t think we are going to be able to do this. Your insides aren’t made for me. I’ll hurt you if I go any further."

Tempest gulped hard. "I know. I’m ready. You have to push through it. Just don’t let me go. I’m not scared. I want this." She nodded up at him.

Dron was speechless.

She truly trusted him.

Now he just had to trust himself.