How To Train Your Human Omega: Cut Chapters

Firstly thank you for reading How to Train Your Human Omega. Hopefully if you are here you enjoyed the book. If you haven’t read it yet then these probably won’t make any sense. You can read it here.

These two chapters that were cut from the finished book and take place between chapter 26 & chapter 27, after their ‘datting’ experience when Arcay falls off the kraat, and before Clay lies in bed and watches Arcay working out.

They are spicy, so NSFW warming

I incorporated some of the text from these chapters into later scenes because I liked them (see tongue action and learning to kiss) and also so that the book makes sense without them, but this was how they were originally written. These are draft one chapters, so they have not been edited. Sorry for any errors.

~Arcay~

I jabbed awkwardly at the weeping wound on my back and cursed my own foolishness.

The ‘dating’ had been going so well. Clay had been relaxed, smiling and laughing. Seeing him like that had made me feel a strange but pleasant lightness in my chest. But then I had managed to reopen my injury while trying to show off and ruined everything.

As we had made our way back from the Kraat enclosure, I felt the wet warmth from the wound trickling between my shoulder blades. Now, checking my reflection, I could see that a small stream of blood oozed the full length of my back to soak into the clothing at my waist, staining them. I cursed again. Lendel would have something to say about that no doubt; he detested stains and untidiness. I would have to endure his stern looks and subtle accusations for days about my lack of care.

I sighed. It was such a trivial thing to ruin our time together. Merely a small amount of blood. I did not know why Clay insisted we return to my quarters. I would have been fine to continue.

I dragged the cloth over it, sending dull pain through my back. What was the word that Clay used when he was displeased? Fuck this injury, and Fuck that Kraat too.

I growled and dabbed at the wound harder, irritated at myself. The angle made it difficult to get my arm around to reach it properly, which only increased my frustration.

In the reflection, Clay appeared at my side still wearing the clothing from our dating. Even through my foul mood, I mentally reminded myself to thank Kesk for his choice. The garments flattered and displayed Clay’s body perfectly, framing his wide shoulders, the taper of his waist, and the length of his legs. The scent as he drew near tangled inside my chest, making me hum.

“You’re gonna make it worse doing that. Give it here,” Clay said.

I grunted and handed the rag over to him, jaw set. Apparently, I could not even tend to my own wounds correctly. “I told you I was fine; it is only a flesh wound.”

“Mm-hmm,” he hummed.

“There was no need for us to return.”

“Okay, I get it. You’re a big tough guy.”

He dragged the cloth over the wound in firm swipes, clearing the blood there first and then working his way down the length of my back. His touch grew gentler as he went, and my skin tingled. My muscles relaxed and my shoulders dropped under his attention, my irritation fading.

Once he was done, he retrieved the salve and applied it over the wound, covering it completely. The sting of healing skin lanced through my back for a moment and then it was gone.

“All done,” he said, and his hands left my back. “I couldn’t get all the dried blood off, so you’re a bit crusty still.”

“I will bathe,” I said. ‘Crusty’ was almost certainly not a quality that would appeal to him.

I made my way to the bathing room. Hot water pumped into the pool and soon the room was thick with steam. As it filled, I went back to Clay and told him to do what he wished in the meantime. The ‘dating’ had failed, and I could not help but feel morose. Clay went and flopped down onto the seat and started fiddling with the Kakers board still laid out from earlier.

I started to strip out of my soiled clothes. Perhaps I could lessen the stains myself, so Lendel would not see them. Either that or I could bleed over the whole thing and pretend it had always been that color. Anything to avoid his passive disappointment at another set of my finest clothing ruined. The way he tutted was like a spike being driven into my ear.

I looked up as I scooped my discarded clothing from the floor and realized Clay had been staring at me while I undressed. His eyes raked my naked body as I straightened again, and there was no mistaking the hunger they held. My own blood rushed through me, and I heated. I had not presented myself fully unclothed to him yet, and in my mood, it had slipped my mind. With bated breath I awaited his reaction, but he did not move, just continued sliding his fingers along the game pieces.

“I will be a moment,” I said.

“Ok.”

I turned towards the bathing room with my pulse speeding, hope and disappointment waring inside me.

I slipped into the pool; the steam swirled across the top of the water. The heat soothed my tense muscles, and I closed my eyes.

When I opened them again a figure stood amongst the steam.

I watched as Clay removed his clothes, moving slowly and deliberately, holding my eye. Moisture glistened on his skin, making the lines of his body shimmer as they were revealed. His shoulders, chest, his stomach and waist, until he was completely bare. I stared at his body, pale skin and curled hair. Heat gathering at my groin.

“I figured I could use a bath too, after all that dirt and animal drool,” he said.

-Clay-

The moment I saw him completely naked I knew I was fucked. Because how was I supposed to resist a body like that? I mean I’d seen the rest of him, but his cock, holy Mary mother of fuck, his cock was huge. Even flaccid it hung heavy between his thighs, dark purple, veined, and ridged like a monster dildo from a novelty sex shop.

I switched off my brain and let my body do the thinking. He was hot, he wanted me, and fuck it I wanted him too. And while I was stuck here, I might as well have some fun. It didn’t mean I had to let him claim me.

And besides, it was like he was a completely different guy. He’s been so nice recently, so cute, and so fucking hot. This was the guy who was hidden away underneath all that scowling and growling, and I was shocked to find that I actually liked him. A lot.

Plus, the poor asshole had only come once in his entire life. This was for his own good as much as mine really.

I moved through the water towards him, the ripples parting around me and the steam swirling in thick white curls. He didn’t move a muscle, just stood there with the water lapping around his waist, big and muscled and wet, like a statue to a heathen god. The only movement was a quick dart of his tongue, moistening his bottom lip. I wanted to take that lip between my teeth and bite down hard.

I ran my hand up his chest, over the slick mounds of muscle, and he shivered, his eyes wide and burning. Hooking my fingers around the back of his neck, I pulled him down to my level, then pressed my lips against his. I was expecting him to kiss me back, but instead he hissed a surprised breath through his nose, and his mouth remained hard and unyielding, like he didn’t know what a kiss was. I pulled back.

“You don’t want to kiss?” I asked, trying not to feel flattened. Had I read this all wrong? Was his stare of lust actually just bewilderment?

“What is a kiss?” He said.

I paused. Ok, so he actually didn’t know what a kiss was.

“Humans do it, it’s a way to show affection. And it feels nice. You guys don’t?”

He shook his head as his face turned a darker shade of purple. Holy shit, was he blushing? And again, I was shocked and incredibly aroused that he was a seven-foot virgin.

“Do you want me to show you how to do it?” I asked, and he nodded stiffly.

“Here, copy what I do,” I said as I pulled him down towards me again.

I pressed my lips against his. He was stiff and unsure, so I moved mine gently, showing him what to do. Slowly, bit by bit, his lips softened. I hummed in approval, then parted my lips and brushed my tongue against him. He stiffened again for a moment, and then followed my example, opening up and tentatively stroking his tongue across my bottom lip.

I murmured against him. “Mmm, good.”

I increased the pressure, opened my mouth wider, waited for him to do the same, and then dipped my tongue between his lips. He made a surprised noise that made my already stiffening dick jerk. I pressed harder and suddenly all the stiffness in Arcay melted, and he melted against me. In an instant, the kiss turned furious, messy, and hard. His hands groped either side of my head, then down my neck, onto my shoulder, back to my head again, like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to go, and I gripped him back, my hands just as restless on his hot skin with their need to be everywhere at once. I’ve been with plenty of guys, but somehow this felt like my first real kiss; two people discovering themselves and each other for the very first time. A pair of desperately horny teenagers around the back of the cruiser shed.

When we finally broke apart gasping, my lips were sore.

“That is a kiss?” He asked and raised his fingers to his lips.

I nodded. “Yeh,” I said breathlessly. “Pretty much.”

“I like kisses,” he said.

Then we went back in again. This time my hands had a distinct destination in mind, and he gasped into my mouth when they closed around the heat of his cock. My fingers could barely meet it was so wide. I slide my hand down its length, feeling each ridge nudge against my fingers, and imagined how they’d feel inside me. Shit, I wanted to find out so bad.

Realizing my hand felt oily, I pulled away from his mouth to look. It was slick with a golden honey like gel that repelled the water.

“What is that?”

“My slick,” he said. “You do not have it?”

“Your dick self lubes?” I said, half laughing. Well, that was handy. Of course, the god of sex would have a self-lubing dick.

I peered through the water at his pre-slickened length, and ran my hand along it again, and his breath caught. I fucking loved that noise.

With a growl, he gripped my face with both of his hands and kissed me again, pressing his tongue deep into my mouth. I jerked when it snaked all the way back to nudge at my throat, impossibly long, plundering my mouth.

Whoa! My hand tightened on his dick without meaning to and he quivered and groaned into my mouth as I clung on for dear life. His tongue filled me like I was deep-throating a prehensile cock, writhing and invading me, until he drew back, and I panted for air.

“Shit,” I rasped.

He held onto my shoulders as if I was going to faint, and to be honest after that I might, concern creasing his brow. “I apologize. Did I do the kissing wrong?”

“No, no. That was great.” My mind reeled as I inevitably pictured everything else he could do with that incredibly long flexible tongue.

“Your, uh, your tongue is really freakin’ long.”

He frowned. “It is no longer than it should be.”

I had to agree. Aldar were a damn lucky species. I could think of plenty of things his perfect tongue could be used for, plenty of things I’d be more than happy to introduce this seven-foot god of sexy virginity to. But none of them were things we could do in this pool without the risk of nearly drowning.

We got out of the pool and dried off in the full body hand drier thing, taking the opportunity to get close and do some more of that deep throat kissing, then we took it to the bedroom.

“Wait,” Arcay panted.

“What?!”

“I must make sure I understand what you want from me.” He stared into my eyes as I grimaced. I just wanted him to get on with it. “You do not wish to mate with me.”

“Fuck Arcay, I—”

I hesitated. The idea of marriage still weighed over me, huge and unintelligible, like a childhood PTSD nightmare. But my body ached for Arcay, I wanted nothing more than for him to fuck me senseless. I was so close to giving in that the smallest amount of pressure would snap me. All he had to do was push.

But he didn’t. This big stupid soft 7-foot puppy just nodded, and my heart ached.

“It is alright, I understand,” he said. And with those simple words, I fell even further. Shit.

Then a dirty smile spread across his face. “I wish to show you something.”

That wicked smile did things to me, made it hard to think straight. A lesser man would have crumbled under it. “What?” I breathed.

“I believe you will enjoy it.”

He pushed himself up, all long limbs and wide shoulders, and pressed his hand against the wall, and a small hidden compartment slid open. I took the opportunity to lift my head up to check out his tight ass. Mmm. Like a purple alien peach. I wanted to bite it. He picked up something and returned.

It was long, white, and curved, with a bulbous lump on one end that looked like it twisted around like I dial.

“What does that do?” I asked.

“It emits longitudinal seismic-z waves.” He hovered over me on the bed.

“Huh?” I said, eloquently.

“Let me show you.”

The tables had turned pretty quickly. He pushed my knees apart and I let them flop open, nervous but willing to go along with it. The thing looked… medical. What if it was something Aldar liked, but humans didn’t?

“It wont hurt will it?” I asked as he pressed the tip of it to the base of my balls. It felt like cold hard stone, and I gasped. Then there was a click, and I exploded.

Waves of buzzing pleasure pulsed into me, shooting along every nerve until it felt like my whole body was buzzing, radiating from the spot between my sack and hole.

“Arcay, fuck. Oh shit.”

“Do you enjoy that?” He asked.

“Fuck, yes. Yes,” I gasped.

He slid it down my taint until it was pressed against the entrance to my hole. All I could do was fist the bed sheet and moan long and low as my eyes rolled back in my head. It was like he was using a sonic screwdriver as a vibrator. I wasn’t aware of him over me until his tongue filled my mouth, plunging in to fill my throat. I gagged and swallowed around it, fingers twisting the sheets. He drove his tongue in and out. Fuck, it was like getting face fucked with a tongue. That was something I never knew I was into. I opened my throat as best as I could, but he drew back far too quickly.

“I enjoy kissing,” he said, his voice rough.

“Yeah I… enjoy it too,” I panted. Arcay had a unique way of kissing and I was really really glad I’d introduced him to the concept.

As he worked me with the space vibrator, he mouthed at my neck, then worked his way down my body until he was lapping at the crease of my thighs. The device moved up the shaft of my cock, trailing electrifying shocks up and down my length, and I whined.

He tongued down until he was licking around the entrance to my hole. I didn’t think I could take any more, but a second later he proved me wrong when he pushed the tip of his tongue into my hole.

“Ngh, oh f-fuck.”

He pointed his tongue and drove it inside me, slick and warm, and moving. I gasped at the sensation. I’d been rimmed before, but never like this. The length of his tongue forced its way into my hole, stretching me out around it as he sought out my prostate like a goddamn heat-seeking missile.

“Yes, fuck, that’s it… Fuck. I’m gonna—”

The tip of his tongue rubbed against my sweet spot and my toes curled. Between the vibrator and his tongue, I climaxed embarrassingly quickly. Every muscle in my body tensed and I shook as I came, my mouth hanging open as I made an embarrassingly high-pitched noise as the pleasure shot through me in almost agonizing waves. I spilled my load in great heaving thrusts up my stomach and onto the bed. The pulsing vibrator kept me going and going, and the tip of his tongue kneaded my prostrate until it felt like every last drop of cum had been milked out of me. I melted into the bed, my limbs liquid.

I think I spaced out for a moment because the next thing I was aware of was Arcay’s panting breath against my ass, his tongue still buried deep inside me, as he grunted and shot his load on the bed between his knees. I hadn’t even noticed he’d been jerking off at the same time.

He pulled his tongue out and dropped the vibrator, not even bothering to turn it off, and flopped down next to me. Then he gathered me up in his arms, not caring about the cum smeared across my body, and held me tight against him.