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.
