"A pretty little unmated omega like you? Oh, don't worry, we know exactly how to deal with you, you little bitch."
It's the first time Olivia's been caught.
It was bound to happen, eventually. A self-taught little hacker brat, an orphan left to fend for herself, running with Los Muertos as a child to keep herself alive, trying now to make some sort of life for herself - damned, ultimately, less by her limited technology and more by her own hubris, built up over years of running circles round everyone she's ever targeted.
This time, though, her target outsmarted her. Sick of her shit, they'd tricked her, they'd seen her, they'd found her, and now, well. She belongs to them - at least, until she's good and ready to give away.
So good and ready they get her.
Forcefully they trigger her heat, taking her off her blockers and giving her something else to kickstart it when she isn't supposed to be due for another heat for at least a month, then keep her tied up and desperate and unsatisfied until she's damn near mindless. And when she's at the height of her heat, when she's so fucking mindless and sensitive, so deep in her heat that the discomfort is causing her pain, making her cry and leave dark tearstains down her cheeks? Only then do they dress her up in the skimpiest little lingerie set they can find with fishnet thigh highs and stiletto heels, and take her to the drop point:
The Junker Queen's front door.
It's a message, how they've left her. The mess between her legs is her own, a warm, wet, dripping mess she can't control anymore, leaving her little panties soaked through, and goddamnit, how she drools around the ball of the gag keeping her mouth filled. And even with all the markings they've left on her body, crude, horrible messages in permanent marker ("PROPERTY OF JUNKER QUEEN", "USE ME", "WARM COCKSLEEVE"), it's obvious that she hasn't been fucked or given any of the attention she needs. Fresh and unclaimed in her heat, allowed only to try humping an available leg like a goddamn animal then denied before she can get any sort of real relief, any scent of an Alpha on her skin from the touch required to manhandle her, tie her up like a pretty little present for the Alpha they're indebted to. Two birds one stone, putting this little bitch in her place, and giving the Junker Queen recompense for a deal gone bad. From what Olivia catches from her captors, her understanding is this: the Queen'll use her however she sees fit, maybe share her with her gang, mate and breed her before she dumps her out into the street when she's done, if they're lucky, ensuring a harder life for the little brat.
Mostly, she's never felt so out of her goddamn mind before.
Driven by one thing, her desires amplified by what they've done to her, all Olivia can think about is finding an Alpha to mount her. She needs it, fuck does she need it, an Alpha to spread her open and take her, breed her like a good little cumslut, her world spinning so fast and pounding so loud she hardly registers where she even is, that there's banging and yelling and the roar of the car's engine as they speed away. That she's been well and fully abandoned now, laying on the cold, hard ground outside someone's door, whining as she pushes herself up on shaking arms.
She can taste it, like a sixth damn sense, that there was trouble, about to turn up. Something was happening and it prickled on her skin, across the back of her neck. Her head turned, snapping to scent the air as she picked up the warmth on it, and then the other. Alphas, those fucking Chopper wannabes judging by the shitty cologne, and -
She groaned, her fingers latching onto her desk where she sat pushing paperwork for a bit of low-level embezzlement. Groaned, pushed her chair back as she felt it run down her spine.
Yeah, there was something wrong.
There was an Omega in heat. Not just a little bit.
And they'd just dropped her into Junker territory like a lamb to the fucking slaughter. How many times had she told the other gangs? Junkers don't block. Junkers don't suppress, they were bigger, meaner, rougher for a fucking reason and she wouldn't be fucking responsible of their precious little omegas got bred and mated if they came too close because they were curious for a taste of the rougher stuff.
Then she caught a deeper breath, and she felt her eyes blow wide, her lungs fill with it, and fuck she was harder than she had been in months, all of a sudden as she stalked down the halls of the pristine, polished Queenslander house.
No, no that wasn't an ordinary Omega. Omega that far gone should already be mounted or locked up by now. She should be dripping Alpha seed and bred so full. So thick and sweet and heady to Dez's senses she could have ripped the hinges off the doors. No, not another. Hers. Should be under her. That Alpha's rut blurs in her mind, taking her before she knew what was happening. Clogging up her thoughts to nothing but feral instinct.
It's only a Beta that is about to open the door, no threat to her. But no, no, no, no, and her snarl and roar of utter protection to step away from that door, step away from her omega is deafening. Shuddering through the whole house that would send the rest of them scattering almost immediately. This was her territory, and she had long since established her dominance. The beta ran, with all good sense, she heard the feet pound of the other staff and her enforcers get the hell out of there. That is an echoing call of the next most important thing: to tell that omega that alpha was coming for them. That painful aroused heat, by now, would be satisfied and soon.
Doesn't bother to take the stairs, just throws herself over the balustrade to land heavily, her perfect-cut white suit straining with her exertion, before she grabs that door and this time, does tear it off its hinges to get at what is hers.
Every one of her senses is on fire. Sensitive, she's so fucking sensitive that it's hard for her to focus on any one thing, but-
Alpha. It hits her like a fucking freight train: the scent of an Alpha, stronger than the scent of anyone else here. Entrenched in an entire sea of scents and yet a single one stands out among them all, even out here, even on the doorstep - and oh, that roar. Thunderous and snarling and- oh, god, it makes her fucking wet. Spikes in her a deep pang of longing, of primal fucking desire so strong that it has her whining in response to the call, the sad little cry of an omega in distress, as she shivers and breathes in, deep as it is shaking.
It registers, then, that the noises she's making right now are muffled by the gag still in her mouth. It's making the sound of her crying harder to hear, strangling the desperate way she calls for her Alpha in return, and her frustration bubbles up and pushes past her pain, her fear, her wild mind gone more feral than it's ever been before, and with shaking hands she reaches up to tug at the leather strap of the damn gag looped tight around her head.
She doesn't get it off, though, before the door she's been dumped at gets fucking ripped off the hinges.
What Odessa finds:
A mess, a goddamn fucking mess of an omega. Sitting up now she's on her knees, so feverish by now her skin is flushed, the outdoor lights reflecting in the sheen of her skin from the sweat even in the dark of night, and she's shaking, arms up as she tries desperately to get the gag undone, Olivia's a meal, a present (she even has a bow, tied around her neck as though she's a goddamn puppy), marked up with all those messages and the black of her makeup, tearstained down her cheeks so far that the lines curve under her jaw - and, notably, not a mating mark to be seen.
She's a goddamn fucking mess, who forgets everything else in the world when she locks eyes with the Alpha who rips open the door for her. Even welled up with tears, the look in those bright purple eyes is intense. A moment of determination, of clarity, almost, in the midst of the whirlwind she's caught in - before she dissolves into Odessa completely, pretty nails clawing at the crisp white of her pants as instantly she scrambles in close and promptly nuzzles right in against her Alpha's cock, the quick, heavy puffs of air that escape from around her gag and out through her nose hot against her, even through the fabric. Babbles (or tries to, more like) incoherently around her restrictions, all thoughts besides alphaalphaalphaALPHA lost from her mind, obvious that there's nothing else in the damn world that she needs now more than a hard cock and a tight fucking knot to go with it.
The door clatters to the ground when she tosses it. All power and fury, flexing, twisting, as she felt the start of a rut begin in her chest. Why was her omega outside?
The thought is a cacophony, fuck, she hated this shit, sometimes. Could see why city Alphas preferred to drown themselves in blockers, smother their senses, to the overwhelming pounding in her head. In her limbs. That answers even the muffled cries and the distress mingled with -
- Her head spun. Fuck, fuck, fuck, no omega had ever smelted like this. Like pure fucking sex, sweet and cloying, warm spices and rich burning earth. Could feel it from beginning to end, as she stood over the little prone figure, so much smaller than her. Dressed up, half-naked in the street, dragging her scent in the breeze for every other Alpha in a ten-mile fucking radius to know about. Not that they'd dare. Not when she booms a snarl again and reaches for the omega that is turning up into her leg, nuzzling into her cock that's so hard right now she isn't sure she's got any blood left in the rest of her.
And definitely nothing running to her brain, or she might ask the question that matters most: who would dare leave an omega in this state at the Junker Queen's door and think they'd get away with it?
But there isn't any sensible thought. There is nothing in her mind that the hot, sweet set of curves and limbs rubbing up against her showing how good she is. She's so good, she wants to croak, she's so good, the slick she's made, the way she wants to open her mouth for her alpha, she can tell, offer every part. Every way she can please her Alpha. But the gag stops her.
Odessa snatches for her, mindless, fisting in her hair without an edge of kindness, only need. Pulling her up to her feet, and getting an arm around her legs instead. One grunt and she's hauling her little body up Odessa's far more considerable one, bridal carrying her, pulling her into her chest as she turns and marches back inside. Doesn't even know where to take her, she hasn't set up for an omega, not properly.
She doesn't care. She is going to take her where she's safe, and she can nest, and she can spread herself so pretty for her Alpha and - fuck, the last choked sane thought swallows up the rest: mark her, mark her and knot her and breed her sweet cunt so full.
A lifetime of being on blockers and suppressants, on everything else that comes with city life, and the experience now of being without them? Of being tortured with her own heat, her instincts set loose and burning through her body in a way she's never experienced in her damn life, ever?
It's unbearable. It's damn near unbearable.
Her skin burns so hot that she feels feverish against Odessa's touch, the gag keeps her from mewling, from begging, from showing her tongue and pressing to the cock that strains against those pants, hands shaking so bad she hardly remembers how the fuck to get a belt undone, she's overwhelmed and out of her damn mind, and the only anchor she has to the world right now is Odessa.
Odessa, who could mate her right here, right where they fucking stand if she wanted to, and Olivia would take it. Because just as Odessa hasn't prepared for an omega, neither has Olivia had time to nest for an Alpha (her Alpha) - leaving her without a nest, without a place to go, a place that belongs to her like a mating omega needs. It should be a terrifying thought (it will be, once her head is clear), and yet: Alpha will keep her safe. It's the only thing that Olivia can think. That where ever Alpha chooses, that's where it's safe, her Alpha, the one who ripped a door clean off the hinges just to get to her, she'll keep her safe - that's what the heat tells her, overriding the reasonable, sharp little mind underneath.
So when she's pulled up she goes, easy and without a fight. Claws her way up, even, and it's obvious when she's up on her feet that she's unsteady on them, either unused to the precarious height of her heels or too dizzy and light headed to remember how to balance. So she clings to Odessa as though she's everything she needs, physically, mentally, mewling through pain that has nothing to do with being pulled by her hair. Which does also mean that it's just as well that Odessa grips her legs and lifts her up into her arms because Sombra's already hers, arms wrapped about her shoulders and claws scratching at the perfect suit her Alpha's in, crying, crying for her still even now.
The only thing that is holding back the rush of violence that threatens to consume, to brutally rip apart everyone that has seen her Omega this was, was the cause of it. The cries, the mewling, and the hot, clinging body that ensnared every thought she has. Someone had hurt her omega, dressed her up like a toy to fuck.
And she was going to.
But that wasn't for them to do. A furious snarl booms again as she kicks open the doors in her way, beta servants scurrying ahead of her to get everyone out of her path. Taking her omega up the central stair case, and down the long corridor.
It wasn't an omegas nest, but it was the master bedroom, her bedroom, thick with her scent, and soft things an omega would need to make ready for breeding and kits. Someone had wisely made sure it was open and bolted as Odessa stormed down past the other rooms of the house. Single minded focus to get there and -
Finally at last, kick the door shut behind her.
Odessa stalks over to the bed, and tosses the little omega onto the bed with a soft thump and scatter of pillows. Watching her bounce and sprawl as she landed, how it filled the air with her scent.
Odessa tilted her head back and inhaled deeply, picking up how it mingled and the rightness of that combination.
Then she tipped back down, and felt for the first time in a long time, an Alpha's reassuring rumble to echo the Omega's purrs thrum in her chest deep and guttural as she advanced on her, toward the edge of the bed.
The intention clear, by the next morning, this omega would be hers and only hers.
Their scents register, in the back of her mind, as they scurry out of her Alpha's way. But otherwise? It hardly matters that others are here, too. She doesn't fucking want anyone else, for starters, and she doesn't care right now who knows the state she's in, doesn't give a shit about a single one of them when she has Odessa right here, holding her, letting her nose and nuzzle into her neck as she cries for her.
And when she at last gets thrown onto a bed that scents heavy of her Alpha, instantly the horrible little omega brain tells her: nest nest nest.
She scrambles to reposition herself, knocking pillows every which way and messing up the sheets underneath her and - oh, she breathes out deep and slow for a moment there, when she hears that rumble. Pauses even, brief as it is, and peers up at Alpha through a mess of pink and purple hair, a haphazard curtain over part of her face, flipped over to one side and sticking to her skin with sweat. A sweet, sticky mess - too upset still to answer the call with an omega's purr, but obvious all the same that she's responding to it by virtue of her pause, the only way she can manage right now.
The moment passes quickly, though.
It lasts only a second, before she's whining and, god help her, shamelessly rolling over for Odessa. Rolling right onto her back and reaching down to try getting her stupid little panties off, only to get her claws caught up in the fabric so badly that, in frustration, the little omega rips her own damn underwear apart just to give Alpha her cunt right fucking now, so when she opens her legs for her it's easy to make a damn display of herself, spreading open her pretty pink cunt, dripping slick and demanding attention after being ignored so for so fucking long, warm and wet and messy already as she mewls for Alpha again, babbles words so rapid fire and muffled that they're indecipherable.
She's reaching for her belt before she's even aware of it. Yanking it with a pull one way, and the flick to get it open and off. The heavy gold belt on her hip clanking as she gets it undone, pushes her pants open and down her hips. Her mind fog at the sight before her.
She doesn't bother to get her clothes off, she doesn't bother to even undo half of it.
Her cock is in her hand and it's thick and hard, the knot formed in the sheer anticipation alone. Look at that cunt. A pretty, dripping, unfilled cunt that was spread open in readiness for her Alpha. Gagged, muffled cries pathetic, drool on her chin and her tits straining with every breath. She strokes herself to smear the precum, her scent in the air. Make her omega cry for her for what was about to happen. A response to that sweet tang of slick omega pussy, to reassure her as much as drive her mad.
Her knee hits the bed. Another pleased rumble to tell her how good she is, that Alpha is pleased with the slick she's made, her pretty cunt, her begging choked cries. So good for Alpha. Let her see how ready she was for cock and breeding, like a good omega. Her other knee follows, kneeling between her omegas thigh. A deeper growl follows it. She'll stay like that, with her legs up and open, and her fingers opening her pussy up like an offering, and she expects her to stay like that.
And it had an immediate and with no restraints, reward. Thick Alpha cock, hard and throbbed, knot pulsingly hot to catch her when it's time, full and ready to pump every bit of come into her. Grabbing around her omegas thighs to anchor herself as she kneels between her spread legs, and plunges in to the edge of her knot in one stroke. A visceral act of claiming. Stretching out that sweet needy pussy in one shove, feeling at once the slick wet heat the grips her like a vice and she tilts her head back and snarls in triumph. Feeling her strain, learn to accommodate her for the first time, she hadn't had something this big, she was sure, feeling that almost too tight clench and then shift of a in heat omega.
Odessa's snarl deepens in utter rightness. A joyous, nasty sort of sound as she pulls back, and slams in again. Making her littler body jolt forcefully as she trains her cunt to take her Alpha deep as she should be. Rewards her, deep and hard with as much cock as she could take. Giving her at last the reward she deserved. Filled at last, Alpha had found her, and the deep threatening sounds were as much to make her squeeze her cock, spurt squirts of slick to keep her able to take this and more.
But to announce it loudly for everyone who even thought otherwise: she was claimed, and Odessa had no intention of letting anyone else dare test her.
Being denied for so long, God, it's embarrassing (would be, if she had the mind to be) that the touch of her own fingers against her cunt when she reaches down to present herself, open and pretty in the basest of ways, gives her both a shred of relief and building madness, mind and body both torn between needing attention and feeling too sensitive to receive it.
If Odessa wants her to cry, she gets it.
If Odessa wants her to keep holding herself open for her, she gets that too.
Independent and unruly in her life outside the chaos of her very being right now, her easy submission, too, would grate on her. Olivia likes things her way, likes to dig her claws into a partner and purr for them, tease them and giggle and sway her pretty hips dramatically - and yet here she is, debased. There's a tremble in her thighs as she holds herself spread for Alpha and she pants so hard her chest heaves, the thin fabric of her little bra giving away the bump and curves of pierced nipples underneath (skull rings, she'll find), all while watching, hazily, through half lidded eyes as Alpha gets her cock out of her pants, wraps those fingers round the girth of it and oh, oh fuck, she wants, it's bigger than anything she's ever fucking taken (she'll fit, pleasepleaseplease, she has to fucking fit-) and already she's crying when the bed dips under the weight of her Alpha, before she's even inside her-
And when she is, oh, dios, when she fucks herself inside so rough, trusting her desperate little omega to take her, Olivia cries, loud and wild in spite of her gag, loud enough that the sound echoes in the room, through the walls, to everyone else nearby who could have doubted for even a second that she could belong to anyone else.
It's obvious, by the time Odessa's ramming into her a second time, that her wild screaming is because, holy fuck, having a knot forced up against her tight, needy cunt right now is both painful enough to make her cry, and pleasurably relieving enough to make her come, right then and there, tight and sloppy and noisily wet as she's fucked into again, shaking uncontrollably as she rides through her orgasm still, head thrown back into the sheets now as she drools more around her gag with her noise, fucked the entire way through and begging for more, knuckles white from how tightly she grips onto her Alpha's jacket, desperate for something to just fucking hold onto as she's rocked so hard.
A mess, she's a hot fucking mess in every way.
And oh, how well that sweet little cunt of hers does, squirting enough slick, speared as she is on her Alpha's cock and clenching down tight as though she never wants to be empty ever again, that it coats Odessa perfectly and drip, drip, drips off them both onto the sheets below, making sure that Olivia can, in fact, take everything her Alpha fucking wants her to.
A rut is heaven and hell, mingled freely. Choking, cloying, demanding. Not that she hadn't been told. But you can told what it's like going to space, too, ain't mean much to the real thing.
Ain't being knot deep in your omega that is coming just because you're inside of her. Ain't hearing pathetic desperate wails, rolling back eyes and the hot clench of a cunt desperately somehow trying to get more.
More she gets, the snarl in her throat as she doesn't care to let her come down from that high, feeling how the orgasm makes that tight fit shift, her little body arching and pulsing, then relaxing. And fuck, she knows how big she is, ain't bragging so much as not being a dickhead to her partners. Knows and never wants to damage them by a heavier desire.
But in the face of a rut, she slams into her with so little mercy. Holding her by her thighs to keep her pinned, shifting her weight to hold her omega in place right where Odessa wanted, to rut her. Rut her like a animal, or something meaner, lower, crueller. Her hips snap, twitching forward as she begins to pound her. Smacking between her thighs like a jack hammer. Her slender body was made for her, made to take her Alpha so good, like this, just like this. Perfect fit on her cock, tits that bounce and strain under her bra, screaming for more, choking on a gag.
So more Odessa gives her more. Jerking her to the knot each time without ramming it in yet, feeling her own release building in her belly, she groans at how close and yet no where near done she felt.
Oh, oh, oh, so many things Olivia's never felt before.
Never been so lost in a heat before, never so enraptured with an Alpha, any Alpha's, cock, never felt herself so wildly blissed out and overstimulated that she can't stop crying, wanting more in spite of herself, never taken a partner this size, never been claimed so roughly, so deeply, and she's certainly never been so fucking desperate that simply having an Alpha inside her is enough to make her come.
Heaven and hell, she's right there with her.
This would be much more difficult for her if she weren't making so much damn slick. Impossible if she weren't in heat at all, would have needed help, but now? Oh, she's damn dripping around her Alpha's cock, coating her completely as the sweet, wet heat of her cunt gets used and she gets used to Odessa, adjusting to her new owner still even as already she comes for her, moaning her little omega cries from behind her gag the entire time.
Begs, too, fuck how she begs for a knot. A jumbled up mess somewhere between Spanish and wordless noises from behind the gag, just as she's stuck between coming and not, dizzy and lightheaded, trembling and scrambling for purchase against Odessa's skin, nails scratching at the suit and exposed skin alike. Her legs shake and she loses a stiletto, the shoe clattering to the floor with the intensity in which Odessa fucks her omega into the bed, such a desperate, wiggly little thing that at some point a poorly fitted bra strap slips from her shoulder, the jolt and rub of her body against the bed as she's railed so wildly into it knocking things loose, fabric slipping just enough for at least one of her pretty pierced tits, the skull ring a personal touch in the midst of the outfit she'd been forced into against her will, to slip out, exposed as her breasts bounce with every wild, untamed rut into her, the force of it shaking the entirety of her little body.
It's fine. She'd rather be naked anyway.
Naked and free of the nasty messages written on her body, smeared now from sweat, even as her mind races with filthy thoughts, of wanting to be knotted and bred and fucked again, and again, and again until this fucking feeling eases, until she damn well passes out covered in the Alpha seed that isn't already inside her. Wants to be her pretty little thing, reason's gone out the fucking window and Olivia just wants to be Alpha's good little broodmare, knows she's safe, safe now with Alpha, whining (is she coming again? Did she ever stop?) so wild and sweet for her as she tries to lift her hips, offer herself deeper as if Odessa isn't already fucking railing her.
Some small, reasonable, and muffled voice of reason that sounds suspiciously like one of Meri's sighs, wanted to remind her that this was a lot for an omega, any omega, let alone one this small. To slow down, give her time, ease her up and over into taking more.
But it didn't have a hope of being heard over the sound of their fucking, wet smacks of their bodies together, that slap her hips into her backside and thighs as she keeps her legs bent up. The sight of that perfectly tight little hole stretching out so full around her, coating her cock with each of the chaining releases that did all the talking needed between them. She was learning to take her Alpha, show her appreciation like she should, by coming all over her cock, clenching on her tight to show her how she was going to take all that Alpha seed.
Her eyes drift up, to the taught curve of her belly, where she could see her monster of a dick pistoning inside of her, some feral proof that rumbled in Odessa's chest. Good, good, she'll carry all their kits, so pretty. Swell her with them, keep her bred and on her back.
To her tits, the one bouncing freely with Odessa's punishing pace. She groaned, couldn't fucking help it, seeing that skull like the cherry on the cake. Some utter proof, this omega was hers. The skull, Odessa's own calling card, like the cherry on the cake. But so much better than any slice, no, her omega is perfect. A messy, needy slut, gagged and still screaming out her releases, tits bouncy, thighs trembly, a fuckdoll just for Odessa. Only for Odessa. Always for Odessa. To fuck and mark and breed.
She can't take it anymore, it seizes sharp in her lower back with a snarl, deep and loud, as she grabs Sombra by both hips. She'd like to pretend, maybe, that she thought the omega was ready, but it was beyond that. Odessa had to be all of the way inside her, show her how the only Alpha that would ever be good enough for her again, would feel. Ramming her knot in hard, tight, pushing her limit, feeling her strain to take the solid press of it.
Then she's in her, knotting her snug and tight and the release hits her with her own deafening shout, booming in her lungs, as she floods her cunt at long last. Holding her body flush, forcing her still, with an Alpha's ordering rumble that says at once good pretty omega and stay still, stay still and take it, take it all. It left her sweat-slicked in her far too hot for this suit, a tremor in her limbs but an iron grip on her thighs to make sure, the feral roar of the rut called, that it took. That she has to stay in place, to make sure each load of come pulsed as deeply into her as it could.
Legs pressed and held open, even with how Odessa takes control of her so completely, oh, how freely she's offered herself up. Given her prettiest gift an omega can give an Alpha, a pretty fertile pussy, pink and dripping and now stuffed full, so fucking full that Olivia can barely focus on anything else.
She's never felt like this before. Like she's caught, still, in some endless orgasmic haze, coming so hard she sees fucking stars and her eyes, half lidded as they are, roll back as she whines, the noise a strangled one, as the feeling wracks her body. As Odessa takes ownership of it, of her, fucking her so rough and so deep and so completely that she knows she'll never be satisfied with any other Alpha ever again. Never felt so stuffed full, never-
Fuck, fuckfuckfuck, fuck, her Alpha rams her knot inside and it damn near breaks something in her. She's coming again, hard and obvious, for one, her screams louder than any of the noises she's made before - clear, to everyone inside the damn house, that if there were any doubt she was being claimed by their leader up until now, well, that question is gone from their minds. Obvious, that her sweet dripping cunt is stuffed full whether she can handle it or not, knotted tight on a massive Alpha cock that threatens to break her, brings her right up to that edge and- makes Meri sigh again in the distance, for sure. Because all she can do now is just take it. Take Odessa, take her cock and accept now that she's hers, let her pump her full, let her fuck her kits into her belly, make Olivia her cute little omega breeding stock, then keep her as a good little cocksleeve to be used freely by Odessa, only Odessa, whenever Odessa wants.
When at last Olivia comes to, Jesus fucking Christ, she'll be embarrassed.
But for now, it's easy. Doesn't even nod her head, the submission clear all the same from the way she whines in response to the order to stay fucking still. The way she does, in fact, stay still right where she's told, trembling but still, fucked so deep she doesn't know if she's ever been this filled before. Barely feels conscious, truly, as she comes and comes, her grip on that jacket loosening up as she loses her strength, lays exactly where her Alpha wants her.
Now that furious, devouring beast roars from inside of her. She's ours, make her ours. Loud and snarling and unrepentant, it beats at every one of her senses, that guttural pull in her instincts. That tenous snap where she watches her Omega arch, her eyes roll back, her pussy get so tight as she milks her for every drop that is pulsing in hot spurts again and again, pumping it into her and made to keep it deep, with her knot.
Then she drops, dolll like, spent, satiated, she nows, an Alpha's rumble in her throat. A sweet, sticky hazy that tremours in both their limbs of the rightness. Her pretty omega, spent, knees bent up, head lulled back, gagged and screaming, tears smearing her mascara down her tracks. Finally where she should be. Utterly given up to her Alpha, to do whatever her Alpha wants as long as she's still got something stretching her pussy out.
Hers, it snarls and the growl rumbles in her throat. She doesn't have to use strength to get what she wants, her omega won't fight her. Her omega is a pretty little fuck doll, mewling and sweet, fucked until her pretty little head emptied of anything else that belong to her Alpha. Like it should be. Now, and Odessa bends over her, one hand slipping behind her head, lifting it up to turn it to the side, exposing the crook of where neck met shoulder. The thud of her glands with the heat below the surface, ready to be taken.
Mine, mine, mine, hers, ours, omega, make her ours, only ours. She feels that sharp ache of her incisors when they lengthen in response, and then she doesn't think anymore. She bends over her, arching her Omega up into her body - and sinks them into her shoulder with a vicious growl. Marking her, claiming her, while she's so lost in her pleasure this will only add to the rightness of it. A promise. Hers, now, no one else's ever again. Her perfect, pretty mate. The other hand still tight on her hip, keeping her impaled on her cock, still coming inside of her as her teeth mark her. Mine, and the rumble is so low, so deep, it is only for her Omega to hear.
No one's ever pushed her this hard, this far, no one's ever come close. So Olivia, quick and clever and resilient yet reduced now to her base instincts so completely, gives in so, so easy. Shakes still, the tremble in her legs long since creeping into the rest of her, makes her weak and compliant (as if she'd even put up a fight to begin with), Odessa's energy, her ferocity, her knot so tight in her cunt that she's crying with how fucking full she feels...
Doll like. She is doll like, clinging to lucidity as loosely as she is her jacket now, limbs tired and limp and eyes hardly open, panting hot and quick around her gag that fails to stop the drip of saliva from her mouth - not that it matters, the fucking mess of tears, drool, sweat, and makeup she is. So no, there's no fight in her when Odessa slips her arm around her, pulls her hot little body up into hers and, yes, yesyesyes, so confidently sinks those teeth into her skin, deep into the scent gland she knows is there, the spot Alphas mark to lay claim to an omega, leaving behind their scent, their mark to show this one is mated. Marked, bred, and mated, a claim as much as it is a warning to other Alphas who may sniff around this pretty little thing: fuck off, this one's taken.
(And is there any claim stronger, more threatening than that of the Junker Queen's?)
The moaning mewl that comes out of her then is- oh, it's pretty. Desperate like the rest of her sounds, sure, and it isn't an omega's purr, not really, but it's something else that's sweet, something deep and primal, the weak sort of sound an exhausted omega makes when her Alpha pins her down during breeding. Submitting to it, as if the way her hot, wet little cunt pulses on her knot, milking her Alpha for every goddamn drop, making sure she's seeded good and deep until she's so full it shows, isn't making that obvious enough for her already.
It's a lot. Even for her it's a lot.
But there's a moment of sweetness in the depravity, too. Through the base instincts that pound in both of their beings to breed, Olivia finds something in her, even as her grasp on consciousness slips, something that encourages her to bump her nose against the side of Odessa's side as she marks her. A little bump, a nuzzle, some sort of acceptance, asking her to take care of her even as-
Yeah, there she goes, even as she passes out. Needs time, needs a moment, overwhelmed, overstimmed, still fucking coming when she slips under, whines going soft and quiet as she's held.
It's simplicity itself, when she finally raises her head from the bite. To turn back to that nuzzle and respond with a rumble and answer in return, as she feels her drift in her arms. Sweetly docile, finally sated, her greedy and cute little omega.
Someone had done this, and when she comes too, out of this rut, Odessa would ask those questions.
But for now, Odessa's fingers fumble around the back of her head to find that latch. Unhooking the belt loop of the gag that muffled her Omega's cries. Tugging it loose from her lips, she takes a look at her, carding her hair out of her face, using her thumb to brush the eye-liner streak tears from her cheeks. The just touching her, her features, her fluttering pulse under her fingertips on her throat. The mark she had left.
Her omega. Pretty, desperate and mewling. All hers.
Somewhere in the quiet where she finally caught her breath, she felt her knot begun to ease. Quicker, than usual, is a grumble that how was omega supposed to get bred of she didn't keep her full? Already she could feel leak free around it, and there is a satisfying yet frustrated groan when she can pull out at last, and the gush of white sticky come that she has to pull up to just watch, leaking out of her Omega's well fucked cunt. Stretched out so perfectly. Pounded until she took every inch. Now? Perfectly owned, perfectly used, shaped for her Alpha and her Alpha only.
It's with that Odessa realises she's still fucking hard. Hell, if there wasn't a cunt she'd just ruined spurting the proof in front of her, she might wonder if she'd come at all. The rut, answers instinct, and that's simple too. Her omega needed her cock, needed it buried in deep and fucking her full. Of course she's still hard. A rumble follows to keep her Omega reassured and docile as she scoops her up to move her up the bed while she doses.
Rolls her half on her side, half face down, so she can breathe, and doesn't have to support herself until she wakes properly from her blackout. Cradles over her, both arms either side of her head where she hide her easily under her far bigger frame.
Then sheathed herself fully again with one grunt, adjusts her weight so she could better reach her omega, nuzzle her hair, and pulls back to do it again. The satisfied roll down her spine as she fucks all that come back so she wouldn't waste it, that obscene sound of her wet pussy welcoming her back in, and under it her rumble. With each jerk that she rocks with into Olivia's hips, she rumbles the same wordless promise for her to wake back up too: So good for Alpha, Alpha's right here, not going anywhere. She won't let it hurt anymore.
The rush comes and takes her, and the last thing she really remembers before she's out is the way Odessa nuzzles her back. Drifts off, then, to the rumbles from her Alpha, a low sound, comforting - a promise, one that tells her it's okay, she's earned her break.
The rest? It's gone. The best she gets is background noise in the haze of her mind, in a way. She doesn't register the gag at last being undone and pulled from her face, leaving angry red marks against her skin where the leather of the straps, too tight, had rubbed her raw and sore. The gentle touches to her face, the wiping away of the mess her tears left behind, the unsticking of wild hair from her face, the way a thumb brushes over her new mark, fresh and red and proud, the feeling of that knot loosing and slipping out of her, the sticky warmth of her Alpha's seed dripping down her thighs and pooling underneath her, all of it's lost to her blackout.
Even being moved, that's gone too.
All she knows is slipping away in her Alpha's arms. And then, when at last she begins to come to, it's with a soft little moan, not words - after Odessa's already pressed her still hard cock back inside her, after she's already started rocking into her so sweetly. Wakes up, then, to being nearly face down and fucked again, so much sweeter this time, rocking into her while she rumbles at her, nuzzles the mess of her hair, tells her the way only an Alpha to their omega can, safe now, sweet one, safe with Alpha, let her breed you, let her take care of you and your kits.
So she stretches out a little, letting Odessa continue. Happy to let her continue, really, still far from escaping her heat, shifts only to make herself more comfortable, make it easier for her Alpha to get a good angle, fucking her deep as Olivia lifts her head, eyelids heavy still, as she nuzzles her again and-
Purrs. Purrs for her at last, that sweet, content little sound only a happy omega makes. From her now it's a sleepy sound, too, still only half awake as slowly she comes to, slowly, slowly stretching her limbs and curving her body, lifting her hips up a little more as Alpha keeps fucking her, breeding her like she deserves, and it's a hazy, sticky half dream as finally the edge of her pain and frustration seems to ease. Still in her fishnet thigh highs (although one is down by her knee by now), her bra half off, and the one remaining stiletto long since lost in the midst of everything (which she seems happier and more comfortable for, by the way her toes curl and wiggle as her body moves with the press of Odessa's hips), she's a pretty little thing and hot fucking mess combined.
Still out of it, too, but fuck does she still want.
Over and around her, Odessa curls protectively. Realising as she did so, just how little her omega truly was. So fragile, delicate and warm. Tucked in little and perfect in against her as Odessa shamelessly nuzzles into her hair, breathing her in with a satisfied sigh, as she lets her Omega rest. The slower, and smoother now twitch of her hips that barely hitches, her little omega so good at taking her already she could rut properly now, keep pistoning her hips and be welcomed fully each stroke.
To be rewarded with what was the proof she was doing her duty. That soft, sweet purr that answers when her omega finally comes too. That shift she feels rather than sees, when her little body squirms. The the call she rumbles back too. Just as content. Dipping her head to burrow against her little frame. Nuzzling and nipping, she encourages her and preens her. When she gets that first proper push back, she adjusts the omega better, rolling her with one tug and a nip of command go her shoulder to get her onto her stomach.
Strange, how she didn't need to speak, knows by animal nature she'll be understood in her request: On your belly, hips up, Alpha isn't done with your cunt yet.
She might have taken offense to being thought of as fragile if Odessa had vocalized the idea. The huffy sort of offense, anyway, the kind that would have her rolling her eyes and teasing her Alpha for being so fussy over her so easily, tell her of course she seems small when she's being compared to a giant Alpha woman like the Junker Queen.
But she's also not quite back yet, still driven by instinct - so maybe it's just as well Odessa shows her possessive nature wordlessly instead. Because this? This she understands, innately, instinctively, finds it easy now too to communicate with their noises, to respond to Alpha only the way her omega can, purring softly as she's nuzzled and so sweetly fucked even now, even after Alpha's already knotted her, her comfort answered with reassuring, sweet rumbles back that manage, somehow, not only to keep her docile but to keep her cunt warm and wet too because, oh, how sweetly she moans when she feels the warmth of pleasure spike again low in her belly and make her clench on her Alpha again.
Her eyes slip closed at some point, and she doesn't fight how her Alpha manhandles her into position, bites at her neck between the sweetness to direct her. Cozy now, she's a sleepy, hazy little mess - yet oh, how she needs so much more before she's done.
At least the pain seems to have subsided now. She's tender still, naturally, but being rough fucked and knotted into a blackout seems to have done her some good, taken away the edge, the sharpness of her pain, the fear and desperation so obviously displayed now eased, helping her be good, so, so good for Alpha. Making her happy, purring still as she shifts the way Alpha wants, burrowing into the sheets (nesty little thing) and curving her back as she stretches and offers up her cunt so freely, lifts her hips up for Odessa to hold any way she wants.
The shift is palpable as her Omega opens up lax and languid below her. That vicious demand taken off, where she was denied, to the satisfied fuck-drunk haze where she didn't have to fight for what she needed. The prideful creature that lived in Odessa's chest rumbled near constantly in victory. It's not often that she gets to savour something that wasn't violent, then the win afterwards. That pitching high was indescribable, viciously alive. But this?
Fuck, this was something else. Just as euphoric, just as intoxicating and she couldn't pick apart the beginning and end of it. Just the satisfied, guttural groan of appreciation when her omega lifted her hips so Odessa could slip balls deep and hold there, that rumble again, dragging it out instinctively to make her clench, make her squirt slick and tighten so perfectly on her cock. A greedy perfect cunt swallowing down every inch and pulsing for it that fogs every thought and sense she has, drowns out all the world beyond this little room. That sweet little omega purrs that soothe down her spine and tighten in her chest.
She knows she's demanding, possessive, and consuming - but this was another thing entirely, turns her into something else entirely. That she is eager to knot her, again, that she somehow can want this omega, want everything for her, feverishly mouthing and nipping and kissing every bit of skin she can reach to tell her how good she is, perfect. But a lifetime of calculating, watching, plotting and considering, that she uses her little body so selfishly. Can't stand the idea of pulling out of her, holding back, easing up her deep thrusts and how she growls when she realises the effect it has. The pulse, that delicious tightening of her pussy and the slick that squirts around her cock as she impales her each time. Doesn't speed up or slow down, her omega is languid and shakey, so Odessa takes her as she wants.
Her release when it comes is to be savoured just as possessively, some awful truth to the words written crudely over her body. Hers, hers and hers alone, property of the Junker Queen, her personal warm cocksleeve. But it's pride, not contempt. Nuzzling her again in bouts, her smile pressed into her skin between her ragged, pleased pants of breathe. What other Omega could get pounded into the bed, pass out, and wake up lifting their hips for their Alpha still? Only her, and now, only ever her.
The purring becomes peppered with soft little moans and little puffs of air from her panting as Alpha rocks into her, rhythmic, pleasing, comforting. But when Odessa takes the offer and holds her, presses deep down inside her, down to the hilt - then, her moaning is much, much clearer. A pretty sound and, now that she can make it freely without restraint, an appreciative one too, shamelessly obvious in her pleasure as she takes her Alpha's cock and affections both, hips up and face down into the bed.
It isn't long before Olivia's little body shakes with the push of her Alpha, pleasure and the promise of release creeping up on her again so vividly, so obvious as she huffs again into the sheets and whines, begins again her whine for a knot. Blissed out and hazy as she is (wouldn't be able to walk now if she tried, not with how weak her limbs are), still she wants that knot again.
Recovering from being pounded so fucking hard before isn't easy, it seems, with how languid she is, even in her desire. Sleepy, sweet and sticky and sleepy, Olivia's determined still to be a good little omega who gets everything she deserves, blissed out so deeply that all she can think of now is Alpha. Being kissed by Alpha, bred by Alpha, absolutely savoring the way they've slowed down now from before, how Odessa keeps a deep, slow rut into her pretty, wet mess of a cunt, stretched to a perfect fit and spurting slick for her still, Alpha rocking against her body and kissing her neck so well that it's soothing. Lulls her, makes her feel safe...
Safe. Safe, because for the first time since- dios, she doesn't remember when.
It's enough to bring her back to another high, the feeling a crescendo of pleasure, a little burst of energy as again, fuck, again she's worked to her release and she cries under her Alpha again. The pretty little thing she is, overwhelmed but happy now she's free to make her noises, moan out her orgasm, moan out the first distinct word she's managed she the moment they met: "Alfa."
The translation is easy enough to miss that she's thinking in Spanish.
Either way, it's obvious after the cry, the shake and the way she clenches down again on her Alpha's thick cock, fucked deep into her pussy and making her come again and again, that she's slipping away again. Energy waning, her body relaxes as her panting eases - less of a blackout this time and more... drifting off during a particularly good backrub.
(Just, well, it's her tight little pussy being rubbed good instead, now isn't it?)
That first one, that still human bit of them both, when the rest barely registers, that with both halves, the omega under her recognises her, wants her, submits to her. Odessa braces herself, curving over her omega's little body, warm and welcoming for her so readily now.
She'll be gone again in a second, she can feel it, feel how she's milking her hot and tight for dear life, but exhausted and spent that they don't have that explosive cry that comes with them she was learning to wait for. More gloriously overwhelmed that she wasn't fighting for or against them, just letting them roll through her in the surety her Alpha would keep her sated.
So utterly, utterly in sync.
Her hand shifts to Sombra's throat, not to grip, but to make her lift her face up at last, as she easily meets her halfway - and at last, kisses her. Sweet and biting, tongue between her lips, groaning into her mouth as those satisfying releases coax her knot to form, and is slower, this time, when she pushes it back in. Shivering, hot and groaning in satisfaction into her mouth at lodging herself deep again. Pulsing, wet and seeming to beg her even when she couldn't speak, with how tightly her pounded cunt could still clench.
Eyes half closed, groaning happily into her Omega's mouth, she feels the twitch in her body, like taking a blow but without the pain, how it winds her sharp, when she jerks, then again, and starts to come all over again. Hot spurts that feel over-sensitive and yet she hitches herself in deep, and floods her pussy more Alpha come all over again.
"Good girl," she rumbles, best as she can form words at all, they scratch rough and harsh on her throat. "Good omega, rest. Alpha's going to breed your pretty little cunt so full, you're going to look so good, filled with my kits."
By the time that hand curves around her throat to direct her, Olivia has her face half pressed into the sheets beneath her, smearing her ruined make up, the sweat, the tears, every part of her mess into the fabric, leaving behind the artwork of her pleasure and pain on the canvas of Odessa's bed - Olivia's nest. But she doesn't resist the wordless order, lifts her face and tips her head, follows Odessa's guidance as though she's a woman blinded, sleepy eyes already closed when at last, at last she's kissed.
She doesn't need to see. She feels Odessa so distinctly, so powerfully now that there's nothing else she needs, just Alpha.
Only Alpha.
Whining, she's whining beneath the kisses because she can't fucking help it, the overwhelming way she's overtaken by the feeling of being filled again, the very sound of Odessa's groan running right down Olivia's spine and spiking in her cunt, making her shiver and mewl, tighten and drip even more as she pulses on Alpha's cock, the last shreds of her strength as she fades. Kisses her back hot and sloppy, so out of it she hardly thinks to bite much back and oh, ohohoh, the way Odessa rumbles at her now, the way she praises her, fawns over her, preens her like the pretty little thing she is, oh, how naturally it soothes her. Keeps her noises peppered with purrs, softness even in the bit of crying she does then, and even as she drifts away her sleepy little rambles and jumbled and sweet and-
Spanish. Every word that tumbles out now is Spanish.
She understands what Odessa's said to her, of course. But her bilingual brain is sluggish, doesn't quite react right, so when she responds, the words that tumble out past her pretty, lipstick-smeared lips now are in her mother tongue, babbling to Alpha that of course she's a good good girl, that she wants Alpha, she has Alpha, she loves her attention, her cock, her kisses, her knot, wants to carry to her kits, so fucking bad she wants to carry her kits, gimme gimme gimme.
It's a small mercy, that the exact filth she babbles get lost between language. But with the way they sound? The way she sounds? Well, it isn't hard to get the idea.
She doesn't need to know what she means, to know what she's saying. Those sweet cries of an omega in heat she's heard from other mated pairs around her enough times in her life to know the tone, if not the language. Begging and pretty, open and full, taking her knot so fucking good, so tight and pulsing. Her omega, viciously, triumphantly, was such a perfect little thing. Her little cunt so good to fuck, took her so well, pulsed to milk every drop of come. So clearly exhausted from the state she was in long before Odessa had found her, and yet, she kept her hips up, letting her Alpha keep at her rut.
What can she do but reward her? Odessa releases from her kiss, and guides her as she needs. Her omega was so clearly beyond thought, her own care. Why Omegas needed Alphas in these moments to do their damn job. Odessa cups her jaw, turning her head instead to rest against the pillow more comfortably. Cards the damp strands of hair back from her face, where they clung to her features with the tears and sweat to stop it irritating her face. Away from her neck and shoulders too while she was at it.
Then her hands smooth up, across her her shoulders and back to press her down, let her rest without straining, pinning her in place. The rumble is back, as immediately in encouragement, as praise, so good, so perfect. No more struggling, fighting for what she needs. Alpha will keep her full and keep her safe. Keep their nest safe for their future kits. Pretty little omega didn't have to worry about a thing but being bred. Rumbling, rumbling, quiet as an engine's hum, felt rather than heard.
Her hands grip at her hips then, to keep them anchored in place, keeping her little body in place. The rut not done, not even a little as she begins to feel herself ease up once more. Cock still hard, fuck she doesn't know when this will end, she's never been this fucking hard in her life. But eased off enough that she can work free and groan all over again in satisfaction of the white sticky flood that pops like a champagne bottle from her, after taking so much. Pooling underneath her as it spurts out of that stretched little hole. Pulsing, flushed and swollen from the pounding she gave her, and taking it so well as she stretched to fit her Alpha. Pink and full, and all that white tacky mess such a perfect addition.
Her thrusts then aren't even about fucking her for more then. She just can't help it, both hands taking a grip of that spankable backside with a sigh and spreads her out further as she shallowly thrusts her tip in and out just to admire the sight. Watch more come spurt out and around it, so full she can't keep it all in, how that abused little hole so readily take her and stretch to fit so easily now, even after her knots.
She never wants to be anywhere else again. What a fucking heavenly sight. The rut so sure, so loud, this is the only place she ever wants to bury her cock again. So she does, again. Her omega was a pretty exhausted cock sleeve, meant for her and her alone, and over sensitive now, it takes nothing at all for the next knot to form, and just as readily, burrow it deep and come again. A hiss on her lips where it's almost too much, so soon, yet she's knotting her and coming anyway.
Another load to breed her, mark her, reward her. So much in her already, the two rounds before make messy spurts and are splattering with each heavy slow thrust as she fucks her. Her body curving as she hangs in with grit teeth, over the Omega's body, forehead between her shoulder blades in how it lays her just as low.
Fuck, she's never letter her go. Never as long as she drew breath.
It's a feat that she stays up as long as she does. Eyelids so heavy that even when they flutter she never makes it far, always drifts right back into closed eyes as her limbs shake still, holding her up despite feeling like jelly - stubborn little thing, forcing herself to withstand, greedy in her desire to have every fucking second of this moment that she can.
So stubbornly, she stays up. Stubbornly, she likes the kisses, the attention Alpha showers her in now, stubbornly fights her exhaustion, the fluttering in and out of focus, of consciousness-
Until finally, Odessa settles her back down. Gives her permission to let go, promises without a single word that it's safe for her now. The only thought left in her now: relax, pretty thing, Alpha's got you, let her take care of you. Even Olivia, fiercely independent as she is, lays now at the beck and call of her nature as an omega, primal, exposed so raw she feels feral and out of her mind yet soothed so, so naturally by her Alpha, her mate. Another moment passes, and slowly she sinks into the bedding. And after that? She's out. Alpha's cock sheathed deep inside her and she's out, hardly conscious, unwound so completely that her limbs have given out on her. But in the fluttering moments where she does come back up for air-
Oh, oh, it feels so fucking good. Like floating through a dream, one so realistic she swears she can feel the stretch of her cunt around a thick, hard cock, comforting her, lulling her deep, deep, deep into a beautiful, hazy submission, happy to be so thoroughly used by an Alpha who knows how to satisfy her damn omega. She feels the sticky warmth of Alpha's come and her slick between her legs and without thinking she whines when she feels it leak from her, as if losing any of her Alpha's seed distresses her, as if she hasn't fucking stuffed her full already, as if she couldn't possibly have bred her properly yet so they better make absolutely sure not to waste a drop. Lets (begs) Alpha to keep going, even as her awareness fades in and out as Odessa keeps fucking her, keeps answering the call to rut her pretty new mate, keeps her little cunt stretched out to the perfect fit for her.
Babble, babble, babble... babble that drifts away quick when she feels the forehead of her Alpha against her back, the warmth of her breath a comfort, the rumbles a lullaby as much as it is a mating call. It's enough to give her one more sweet, draining release of her own. One more spurt of her slick, one more hazy, shaking orgasm that knocks her fucking out.
The rumble in her throat never ceases, that ache of care that holds her as much as the feral pull. To keep her new mate lulled and content, keep her unspoken promise to be her Alpha, do what she should. Keep her full of kits, keep her nest safe, and never let her get into the state she found her in, ever again.
Or will, after she gets her damn mind back, but it seems to have left her. Even when it made no damn sense, the demands of instinct that strained even her endurance, and common sense - truly. Two, three, ten knots, who knows, her senses blur, that really, it shouldn't be a question. There was so much come leaking out of her omega, it pooled now between her thighs as Odessa's cock kept spearing into her, fucking it back in as much as each thrust made it spurt and leak more.
Perhaps that's what does it, perhaps it's the over stimulation, or the exhaustion of that many chained knots, that she feels her own body ease off for the time being.
She shifts, lowering her weight to curl protectively over her new mates body where she exhaustedly out cold from her worn out state - even though, her body still responds to her Alpha. Odessa's arm braced above her head, and the other hand moved to curve under her mates belly to help keep the angle she needed - and groaned almost shocked to feel that press of her own thrusts into that little cunt. How the fuck was such a little bundle of curves taking her so good?
Another knot, just as intense, as determined, as the last however many began to form, but could already feel how it was different, her body wracked with that drive. Her omega was good and claimed now. Marked her and claimed her, and answered that heat with her own rut until she was now spurting more come than her body could keep, and growled and hungry, the beast in her crowed. Taken over her in the last throws before her own exhaustion took her.
Perhaps it's best, she was asleep, so Odessa's lack of care in those last unforgiving thrusts made her slam her hips down with proper force, all in that last effort, of one mindless intention, if this was the knot she was going to bind her for hours with, than she had to be as deep as she could, make sure it flooded her womb directly, nothing else, she felt the growl in her throat of bared teeth and hazy determination, would do. So she does, one and then two, slamming her down into the bed, as she shoves her knot back in and snarls with that last triumph.
Utter, utter triumph where her knot takes hold now, properly, swollen inside of her, that she can feel how she's pulsing, one hot spurt after another, like all the rounds before it. Only this time she will be trapped inside of her for hours - and she fucking roars with that simple perfect truth. Head thrown back, laughing in a bark and savours it.
- and collapses to the side, just as fast, when the weakened groan of everything it took to finally feel she could ease up on doing her duty. Breathing harshly, she gathers her new mate up to her arms, and feels just as quickly her own tiredness catch up. Not so easy, of course, when she still was riding out the last of her orgasm, and that perfect feeling of being trapped in her omega.
And like only an Omega could do, it lulls her immediately. Savagery into sleep, just as quickly. Because what could sleep be better than when you had a knot trapped in a slutty little omega you were finishing breeding? Both arms wrapped around her to tuck her into her chest, and even enough present thought to bring up the blanket to drape over them both, so her omega would have the comfort of her nest soft on her skin.
For once in a very long time, Odessa breathed out, and just let herself go to sleep. The rest? Could sort itself out when she woke up.
So much of what Odessa does after her little omega slips under, how easily she uses her, is lost.
But she won't be angry about it. Sore, perhaps, an ache (the good kind) that permeates her body, that follows along soon after consciousness comes back to her, that settles in when at last she opens her eyes, hours later. Not that she has any real idea how long she's been out - an hour, more, a day? All she knows is the haze, a blur of being taken by an Alpha in her wildness, taken to her bed (nest, new nest, her nest) and spread open wide, sweat and tears and heaving chests mixed in with how she pants, how she cries when she's speared on a cock thicker than anything she's ever taken before, locked on her knot and used, again and again and again.
Her breath hitches in her throat as she awakens, remembering everything that led to her being here all.
She shifts, and realizes - she's still sticky. Awareness of her body trickles back in, and she realizes that she's still a fucking mess everywhere, but especially between her legs where- fuck, she's still on Odessa's cock, even with her knot having since eased enough to loosen, to let more of her seed leak, slowly, out of that well bred little cunt around the thick of her cock. In deep she breathes, breathing in the scent of them both, of her Alpha and her valiant attempts to keep her new bitch bred, as Sombra struggles to regain any sort of sense in the midst of everything.
With Alphs still sleeping, she does manage to slowly ease herself up, detangle herself from the loosened limbs that hold her and any of the blankets pulled up around them, suddenly much too hot for snuggles. Eases herself off of Odessa's cock in the process, and-
And without thinking, whines softly when she feels her Alpha's come drip out of her quick.
Whatever sense that may have been coming back to her is thrown out the goddamn window, and her enduring heat clicks back into place, taking control of her again. She's never been this thoroughly fucked through her heat and still needed more like this before, never so fucking desperate that a knotted nap merely took the edge off. Because even with how fucking mad she'd been driven, how she'd been forced into such a state, how every fibre of her being screamed for an Alpha to mount her like a good little slut of a broodmare - oh, how easily heat comes back to her now. How easily her pussy drips with come and slick, as she whines and purrs and stretches, breathing out as she lets it settle in, needy yet much more comfortable in her heat now than before.
It's enough that when she reaches a hand down between her legs and touches herself, it's with a little tremble and a hitch in her purring that oh, oh, oh, that feels nice. Fingers run through the folds of her sticky little cunt, coated instantly in the mixture of Alpha's come and her own slick, massaging her abused cunt, playing with the mess, familiar with her own body until she's- fucking, goddamnit-
Rolling over onto her back, her legs bump against her rumbling Alpha and she spreads them open wide and cries, increasingly louder as she rubs herself, still needy, still very fucking obviously firmly in heat. Wants Alpha again, so, so fucking badly, but gets caught up for now with fucking herself on her own fingers, hardly even registering that she's damn near knuckle deep in her pretty pink cunt, head thrown back against the messed up sheets as she writhes, making herself more and more desperate by simply the obscene sound of it, the wetness in which her cunt, after what Odessa had done, easily takes in her fingers.
It's not enough anymore. Yet when she finally forms words: they're Spanish again, of course. Begging babble - what else?
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( cw: kidnapping, dubcon, animal instincts, feral filthy rough sex, u know, us things )
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She can taste it, like a sixth damn sense, that there was trouble, about to turn up. Something was happening and it prickled on her skin, across the back of her neck. Her head turned, snapping to scent the air as she picked up the warmth on it, and then the other. Alphas, those fucking Chopper wannabes judging by the shitty cologne, and -
She groaned, her fingers latching onto her desk where she sat pushing paperwork for a bit of low-level embezzlement. Groaned, pushed her chair back as she felt it run down her spine.
Yeah, there was something wrong.
There was an Omega in heat. Not just a little bit.
And they'd just dropped her into Junker territory like a lamb to the fucking slaughter. How many times had she told the other gangs? Junkers don't block. Junkers don't suppress, they were bigger, meaner, rougher for a fucking reason and she wouldn't be fucking responsible of their precious little omegas got bred and mated if they came too close because they were curious for a taste of the rougher stuff.
Then she caught a deeper breath, and she felt her eyes blow wide, her lungs fill with it, and fuck she was harder than she had been in months, all of a sudden as she stalked down the halls of the pristine, polished Queenslander house.
No, no that wasn't an ordinary Omega. Omega that far gone should already be mounted or locked up by now. She should be dripping Alpha seed and bred so full. So thick and sweet and heady to Dez's senses she could have ripped the hinges off the doors. No, not another. Hers. Should be under her. That Alpha's rut blurs in her mind, taking her before she knew what was happening. Clogging up her thoughts to nothing but feral instinct.
It's only a Beta that is about to open the door, no threat to her. But no, no, no, no, and her snarl and roar of utter protection to step away from that door, step away from her omega is deafening. Shuddering through the whole house that would send the rest of them scattering almost immediately. This was her territory, and she had long since established her dominance. The beta ran, with all good sense, she heard the feet pound of the other staff and her enforcers get the hell out of there. That is an echoing call of the next most important thing: to tell that omega that alpha was coming for them. That painful aroused heat, by now, would be satisfied and soon.
Doesn't bother to take the stairs, just throws herself over the balustrade to land heavily, her perfect-cut white suit straining with her exertion, before she grabs that door and this time, does tear it off its hinges to get at what is hers.
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Alpha. It hits her like a fucking freight train: the scent of an Alpha, stronger than the scent of anyone else here. Entrenched in an entire sea of scents and yet a single one stands out among them all, even out here, even on the doorstep - and oh, that roar. Thunderous and snarling and- oh, god, it makes her fucking wet. Spikes in her a deep pang of longing, of primal fucking desire so strong that it has her whining in response to the call, the sad little cry of an omega in distress, as she shivers and breathes in, deep as it is shaking.
It registers, then, that the noises she's making right now are muffled by the gag still in her mouth. It's making the sound of her crying harder to hear, strangling the desperate way she calls for her Alpha in return, and her frustration bubbles up and pushes past her pain, her fear, her wild mind gone more feral than it's ever been before, and with shaking hands she reaches up to tug at the leather strap of the damn gag looped tight around her head.
She doesn't get it off, though, before the door she's been dumped at gets fucking ripped off the hinges.
What Odessa finds:
A mess, a goddamn fucking mess of an omega. Sitting up now she's on her knees, so feverish by now her skin is flushed, the outdoor lights reflecting in the sheen of her skin from the sweat even in the dark of night, and she's shaking, arms up as she tries desperately to get the gag undone, Olivia's a meal, a present (she even has a bow, tied around her neck as though she's a goddamn puppy), marked up with all those messages and the black of her makeup, tearstained down her cheeks so far that the lines curve under her jaw - and, notably, not a mating mark to be seen.
She's a goddamn fucking mess, who forgets everything else in the world when she locks eyes with the Alpha who rips open the door for her. Even welled up with tears, the look in those bright purple eyes is intense. A moment of determination, of clarity, almost, in the midst of the whirlwind she's caught in - before she dissolves into Odessa completely, pretty nails clawing at the crisp white of her pants as instantly she scrambles in close and promptly nuzzles right in against her Alpha's cock, the quick, heavy puffs of air that escape from around her gag and out through her nose hot against her, even through the fabric. Babbles (or tries to, more like) incoherently around her restrictions, all thoughts besides alphaalphaalphaALPHA lost from her mind, obvious that there's nothing else in the damn world that she needs now more than a hard cock and a tight fucking knot to go with it.
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The thought is a cacophony, fuck, she hated this shit, sometimes. Could see why city Alphas preferred to drown themselves in blockers, smother their senses, to the overwhelming pounding in her head. In her limbs. That answers even the muffled cries and the distress mingled with -
- Her head spun. Fuck, fuck, fuck, no omega had ever smelted like this. Like pure fucking sex, sweet and cloying, warm spices and rich burning earth. Could feel it from beginning to end, as she stood over the little prone figure, so much smaller than her. Dressed up, half-naked in the street, dragging her scent in the breeze for every other Alpha in a ten-mile fucking radius to know about. Not that they'd dare. Not when she booms a snarl again and reaches for the omega that is turning up into her leg, nuzzling into her cock that's so hard right now she isn't sure she's got any blood left in the rest of her.
And definitely nothing running to her brain, or she might ask the question that matters most: who would dare leave an omega in this state at the Junker Queen's door and think they'd get away with it?
But there isn't any sensible thought. There is nothing in her mind that the hot, sweet set of curves and limbs rubbing up against her showing how good she is. She's so good, she wants to croak, she's so good, the slick she's made, the way she wants to open her mouth for her alpha, she can tell, offer every part. Every way she can please her Alpha. But the gag stops her.
Odessa snatches for her, mindless, fisting in her hair without an edge of kindness, only need. Pulling her up to her feet, and getting an arm around her legs instead. One grunt and she's hauling her little body up Odessa's far more considerable one, bridal carrying her, pulling her into her chest as she turns and marches back inside. Doesn't even know where to take her, she hasn't set up for an omega, not properly.
She doesn't care. She is going to take her where she's safe, and she can nest, and she can spread herself so pretty for her Alpha and - fuck, the last choked sane thought swallows up the rest: mark her, mark her and knot her and breed her sweet cunt so full.
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It's unbearable. It's damn near unbearable.
Her skin burns so hot that she feels feverish against Odessa's touch, the gag keeps her from mewling, from begging, from showing her tongue and pressing to the cock that strains against those pants, hands shaking so bad she hardly remembers how the fuck to get a belt undone, she's overwhelmed and out of her damn mind, and the only anchor she has to the world right now is Odessa.
Odessa, who could mate her right here, right where they fucking stand if she wanted to, and Olivia would take it. Because just as Odessa hasn't prepared for an omega, neither has Olivia had time to nest for an Alpha (her Alpha) - leaving her without a nest, without a place to go, a place that belongs to her like a mating omega needs. It should be a terrifying thought (it will be, once her head is clear), and yet: Alpha will keep her safe. It's the only thing that Olivia can think. That where ever Alpha chooses, that's where it's safe, her Alpha, the one who ripped a door clean off the hinges just to get to her, she'll keep her safe - that's what the heat tells her, overriding the reasonable, sharp little mind underneath.
So when she's pulled up she goes, easy and without a fight. Claws her way up, even, and it's obvious when she's up on her feet that she's unsteady on them, either unused to the precarious height of her heels or too dizzy and light headed to remember how to balance. So she clings to Odessa as though she's everything she needs, physically, mentally, mewling through pain that has nothing to do with being pulled by her hair. Which does also mean that it's just as well that Odessa grips her legs and lifts her up into her arms because Sombra's already hers, arms wrapped about her shoulders and claws scratching at the perfect suit her Alpha's in, crying, crying for her still even now.
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And she was going to.
But that wasn't for them to do. A furious snarl booms again as she kicks open the doors in her way, beta servants scurrying ahead of her to get everyone out of her path. Taking her omega up the central stair case, and down the long corridor.
It wasn't an omegas nest, but it was the master bedroom, her bedroom, thick with her scent, and soft things an omega would need to make ready for breeding and kits. Someone had wisely made sure it was open and bolted as Odessa stormed down past the other rooms of the house. Single minded focus to get there and -
Finally at last, kick the door shut behind her.
Odessa stalks over to the bed, and tosses the little omega onto the bed with a soft thump and scatter of pillows. Watching her bounce and sprawl as she landed, how it filled the air with her scent.
Odessa tilted her head back and inhaled deeply, picking up how it mingled and the rightness of that combination.
Then she tipped back down, and felt for the first time in a long time, an Alpha's reassuring rumble to echo the Omega's purrs thrum in her chest deep and guttural as she advanced on her, toward the edge of the bed.
The intention clear, by the next morning, this omega would be hers and only hers.
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And when she at last gets thrown onto a bed that scents heavy of her Alpha, instantly the horrible little omega brain tells her: nest nest nest.
She scrambles to reposition herself, knocking pillows every which way and messing up the sheets underneath her and - oh, she breathes out deep and slow for a moment there, when she hears that rumble. Pauses even, brief as it is, and peers up at Alpha through a mess of pink and purple hair, a haphazard curtain over part of her face, flipped over to one side and sticking to her skin with sweat. A sweet, sticky mess - too upset still to answer the call with an omega's purr, but obvious all the same that she's responding to it by virtue of her pause, the only way she can manage right now.
The moment passes quickly, though.
It lasts only a second, before she's whining and, god help her, shamelessly rolling over for Odessa. Rolling right onto her back and reaching down to try getting her stupid little panties off, only to get her claws caught up in the fabric so badly that, in frustration, the little omega rips her own damn underwear apart just to give Alpha her cunt right fucking now, so when she opens her legs for her it's easy to make a damn display of herself, spreading open her pretty pink cunt, dripping slick and demanding attention after being ignored so for so fucking long, warm and wet and messy already as she mewls for Alpha again, babbles words so rapid fire and muffled that they're indecipherable.
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She doesn't bother to get her clothes off, she doesn't bother to even undo half of it.
Her cock is in her hand and it's thick and hard, the knot formed in the sheer anticipation alone. Look at that cunt. A pretty, dripping, unfilled cunt that was spread open in readiness for her Alpha. Gagged, muffled cries pathetic, drool on her chin and her tits straining with every breath. She strokes herself to smear the precum, her scent in the air. Make her omega cry for her for what was about to happen. A response to that sweet tang of slick omega pussy, to reassure her as much as drive her mad.
Her knee hits the bed. Another pleased rumble to tell her how good she is, that Alpha is pleased with the slick she's made, her pretty cunt, her begging choked cries. So good for Alpha. Let her see how ready she was for cock and breeding, like a good omega. Her other knee follows, kneeling between her omegas thigh. A deeper growl follows it. She'll stay like that, with her legs up and open, and her fingers opening her pussy up like an offering, and she expects her to stay like that.
And it had an immediate and with no restraints, reward. Thick Alpha cock, hard and throbbed, knot pulsingly hot to catch her when it's time, full and ready to pump every bit of come into her. Grabbing around her omegas thighs to anchor herself as she kneels between her spread legs, and plunges in to the edge of her knot in one stroke. A visceral act of claiming. Stretching out that sweet needy pussy in one shove, feeling at once the slick wet heat the grips her like a vice and she tilts her head back and snarls in triumph. Feeling her strain, learn to accommodate her for the first time, she hadn't had something this big, she was sure, feeling that almost too tight clench and then shift of a in heat omega.
Odessa's snarl deepens in utter rightness. A joyous, nasty sort of sound as she pulls back, and slams in again. Making her littler body jolt forcefully as she trains her cunt to take her Alpha deep as she should be. Rewards her, deep and hard with as much cock as she could take. Giving her at last the reward she deserved. Filled at last, Alpha had found her, and the deep threatening sounds were as much to make her squeeze her cock, spurt squirts of slick to keep her able to take this and more.
But to announce it loudly for everyone who even thought otherwise: she was claimed, and Odessa had no intention of letting anyone else dare test her.
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If Odessa wants her to cry, she gets it.
If Odessa wants her to keep holding herself open for her, she gets that too.
Independent and unruly in her life outside the chaos of her very being right now, her easy submission, too, would grate on her. Olivia likes things her way, likes to dig her claws into a partner and purr for them, tease them and giggle and sway her pretty hips dramatically - and yet here she is, debased. There's a tremble in her thighs as she holds herself spread for Alpha and she pants so hard her chest heaves, the thin fabric of her little bra giving away the bump and curves of pierced nipples underneath (skull rings, she'll find), all while watching, hazily, through half lidded eyes as Alpha gets her cock out of her pants, wraps those fingers round the girth of it and oh, oh fuck, she wants, it's bigger than anything she's ever fucking taken (she'll fit, pleasepleaseplease, she has to fucking fit-) and already she's crying when the bed dips under the weight of her Alpha, before she's even inside her-
And when she is, oh, dios, when she fucks herself inside so rough, trusting her desperate little omega to take her, Olivia cries, loud and wild in spite of her gag, loud enough that the sound echoes in the room, through the walls, to everyone else nearby who could have doubted for even a second that she could belong to anyone else.
It's obvious, by the time Odessa's ramming into her a second time, that her wild screaming is because, holy fuck, having a knot forced up against her tight, needy cunt right now is both painful enough to make her cry, and pleasurably relieving enough to make her come, right then and there, tight and sloppy and noisily wet as she's fucked into again, shaking uncontrollably as she rides through her orgasm still, head thrown back into the sheets now as she drools more around her gag with her noise, fucked the entire way through and begging for more, knuckles white from how tightly she grips onto her Alpha's jacket, desperate for something to just fucking hold onto as she's rocked so hard.
A mess, she's a hot fucking mess in every way.
And oh, how well that sweet little cunt of hers does, squirting enough slick, speared as she is on her Alpha's cock and clenching down tight as though she never wants to be empty ever again, that it coats Odessa perfectly and drip, drip, drips off them both onto the sheets below, making sure that Olivia can, in fact, take everything her Alpha fucking wants her to.
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Ain't being knot deep in your omega that is coming just because you're inside of her. Ain't hearing pathetic desperate wails, rolling back eyes and the hot clench of a cunt desperately somehow trying to get more.
More she gets, the snarl in her throat as she doesn't care to let her come down from that high, feeling how the orgasm makes that tight fit shift, her little body arching and pulsing, then relaxing. And fuck, she knows how big she is, ain't bragging so much as not being a dickhead to her partners. Knows and never wants to damage them by a heavier desire.
But in the face of a rut, she slams into her with so little mercy. Holding her by her thighs to keep her pinned, shifting her weight to hold her omega in place right where Odessa wanted, to rut her. Rut her like a animal, or something meaner, lower, crueller. Her hips snap, twitching forward as she begins to pound her. Smacking between her thighs like a jack hammer. Her slender body was made for her, made to take her Alpha so good, like this, just like this. Perfect fit on her cock, tits that bounce and strain under her bra, screaming for more, choking on a gag.
So more Odessa gives her more. Jerking her to the knot each time without ramming it in yet, feeling her own release building in her belly, she groans at how close and yet no where near done she felt.
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Never been so lost in a heat before, never so enraptured with an Alpha, any Alpha's, cock, never felt herself so wildly blissed out and overstimulated that she can't stop crying, wanting more in spite of herself, never taken a partner this size, never been claimed so roughly, so deeply, and she's certainly never been so fucking desperate that simply having an Alpha inside her is enough to make her come.
Heaven and hell, she's right there with her.
This would be much more difficult for her if she weren't making so much damn slick. Impossible if she weren't in heat at all, would have needed help, but now? Oh, she's damn dripping around her Alpha's cock, coating her completely as the sweet, wet heat of her cunt gets used and she gets used to Odessa, adjusting to her new owner still even as already she comes for her, moaning her little omega cries from behind her gag the entire time.
Begs, too, fuck how she begs for a knot. A jumbled up mess somewhere between Spanish and wordless noises from behind the gag, just as she's stuck between coming and not, dizzy and lightheaded, trembling and scrambling for purchase against Odessa's skin, nails scratching at the suit and exposed skin alike. Her legs shake and she loses a stiletto, the shoe clattering to the floor with the intensity in which Odessa fucks her omega into the bed, such a desperate, wiggly little thing that at some point a poorly fitted bra strap slips from her shoulder, the jolt and rub of her body against the bed as she's railed so wildly into it knocking things loose, fabric slipping just enough for at least one of her pretty pierced tits, the skull ring a personal touch in the midst of the outfit she'd been forced into against her will, to slip out, exposed as her breasts bounce with every wild, untamed rut into her, the force of it shaking the entirety of her little body.
It's fine. She'd rather be naked anyway.
Naked and free of the nasty messages written on her body, smeared now from sweat, even as her mind races with filthy thoughts, of wanting to be knotted and bred and fucked again, and again, and again until this fucking feeling eases, until she damn well passes out covered in the Alpha seed that isn't already inside her. Wants to be her pretty little thing, reason's gone out the fucking window and Olivia just wants to be Alpha's good little broodmare, knows she's safe, safe now with Alpha, whining (is she coming again? Did she ever stop?) so wild and sweet for her as she tries to lift her hips, offer herself deeper as if Odessa isn't already fucking railing her.
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But it didn't have a hope of being heard over the sound of their fucking, wet smacks of their bodies together, that slap her hips into her backside and thighs as she keeps her legs bent up. The sight of that perfectly tight little hole stretching out so full around her, coating her cock with each of the chaining releases that did all the talking needed between them. She was learning to take her Alpha, show her appreciation like she should, by coming all over her cock, clenching on her tight to show her how she was going to take all that Alpha seed.
Her eyes drift up, to the taught curve of her belly, where she could see her monster of a dick pistoning inside of her, some feral proof that rumbled in Odessa's chest. Good, good, she'll carry all their kits, so pretty. Swell her with them, keep her bred and on her back.
To her tits, the one bouncing freely with Odessa's punishing pace. She groaned, couldn't fucking help it, seeing that skull like the cherry on the cake. Some utter proof, this omega was hers. The skull, Odessa's own calling card, like the cherry on the cake. But so much better than any slice, no, her omega is perfect. A messy, needy slut, gagged and still screaming out her releases, tits bouncy, thighs trembly, a fuckdoll just for Odessa. Only for Odessa. Always for Odessa. To fuck and mark and breed.
She can't take it anymore, it seizes sharp in her lower back with a snarl, deep and loud, as she grabs Sombra by both hips. She'd like to pretend, maybe, that she thought the omega was ready, but it was beyond that. Odessa had to be all of the way inside her, show her how the only Alpha that would ever be good enough for her again, would feel. Ramming her knot in hard, tight, pushing her limit, feeling her strain to take the solid press of it.
Then she's in her, knotting her snug and tight and the release hits her with her own deafening shout, booming in her lungs, as she floods her cunt at long last. Holding her body flush, forcing her still, with an Alpha's ordering rumble that says at once good pretty omega and stay still, stay still and take it, take it all. It left her sweat-slicked in her far too hot for this suit, a tremor in her limbs but an iron grip on her thighs to make sure, the feral roar of the rut called, that it took. That she has to stay in place, to make sure each load of come pulsed as deeply into her as it could.
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She's never felt like this before. Like she's caught, still, in some endless orgasmic haze, coming so hard she sees fucking stars and her eyes, half lidded as they are, roll back as she whines, the noise a strangled one, as the feeling wracks her body. As Odessa takes ownership of it, of her, fucking her so rough and so deep and so completely that she knows she'll never be satisfied with any other Alpha ever again. Never felt so stuffed full, never-
Fuck, fuckfuckfuck, fuck, her Alpha rams her knot inside and it damn near breaks something in her. She's coming again, hard and obvious, for one, her screams louder than any of the noises she's made before - clear, to everyone inside the damn house, that if there were any doubt she was being claimed by their leader up until now, well, that question is gone from their minds. Obvious, that her sweet dripping cunt is stuffed full whether she can handle it or not, knotted tight on a massive Alpha cock that threatens to break her, brings her right up to that edge and- makes Meri sigh again in the distance, for sure. Because all she can do now is just take it. Take Odessa, take her cock and accept now that she's hers, let her pump her full, let her fuck her kits into her belly, make Olivia her cute little omega breeding stock, then keep her as a good little cocksleeve to be used freely by Odessa, only Odessa, whenever Odessa wants.
When at last Olivia comes to, Jesus fucking Christ, she'll be embarrassed.
But for now, it's easy. Doesn't even nod her head, the submission clear all the same from the way she whines in response to the order to stay fucking still. The way she does, in fact, stay still right where she's told, trembling but still, fucked so deep she doesn't know if she's ever been this filled before. Barely feels conscious, truly, as she comes and comes, her grip on that jacket loosening up as she loses her strength, lays exactly where her Alpha wants her.
Hers. Clearly, undisputedly, hers.
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Then she drops, dolll like, spent, satiated, she nows, an Alpha's rumble in her throat. A sweet, sticky hazy that tremours in both their limbs of the rightness. Her pretty omega, spent, knees bent up, head lulled back, gagged and screaming, tears smearing her mascara down her tracks. Finally where she should be. Utterly given up to her Alpha, to do whatever her Alpha wants as long as she's still got something stretching her pussy out.
Hers, it snarls and the growl rumbles in her throat. She doesn't have to use strength to get what she wants, her omega won't fight her. Her omega is a pretty little fuck doll, mewling and sweet, fucked until her pretty little head emptied of anything else that belong to her Alpha. Like it should be. Now, and Odessa bends over her, one hand slipping behind her head, lifting it up to turn it to the side, exposing the crook of where neck met shoulder. The thud of her glands with the heat below the surface, ready to be taken.
Mine, mine, mine, hers, ours, omega, make her ours, only ours. She feels that sharp ache of her incisors when they lengthen in response, and then she doesn't think anymore. She bends over her, arching her Omega up into her body - and sinks them into her shoulder with a vicious growl. Marking her, claiming her, while she's so lost in her pleasure this will only add to the rightness of it. A promise. Hers, now, no one else's ever again. Her perfect, pretty mate. The other hand still tight on her hip, keeping her impaled on her cock, still coming inside of her as her teeth mark her. Mine, and the rumble is so low, so deep, it is only for her Omega to hear.
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Doll like. She is doll like, clinging to lucidity as loosely as she is her jacket now, limbs tired and limp and eyes hardly open, panting hot and quick around her gag that fails to stop the drip of saliva from her mouth - not that it matters, the fucking mess of tears, drool, sweat, and makeup she is. So no, there's no fight in her when Odessa slips her arm around her, pulls her hot little body up into hers and, yes, yesyesyes, so confidently sinks those teeth into her skin, deep into the scent gland she knows is there, the spot Alphas mark to lay claim to an omega, leaving behind their scent, their mark to show this one is mated. Marked, bred, and mated, a claim as much as it is a warning to other Alphas who may sniff around this pretty little thing: fuck off, this one's taken.
(And is there any claim stronger, more threatening than that of the Junker Queen's?)
The moaning mewl that comes out of her then is- oh, it's pretty. Desperate like the rest of her sounds, sure, and it isn't an omega's purr, not really, but it's something else that's sweet, something deep and primal, the weak sort of sound an exhausted omega makes when her Alpha pins her down during breeding. Submitting to it, as if the way her hot, wet little cunt pulses on her knot, milking her Alpha for every goddamn drop, making sure she's seeded good and deep until she's so full it shows, isn't making that obvious enough for her already.
It's a lot. Even for her it's a lot.
But there's a moment of sweetness in the depravity, too. Through the base instincts that pound in both of their beings to breed, Olivia finds something in her, even as her grasp on consciousness slips, something that encourages her to bump her nose against the side of Odessa's side as she marks her. A little bump, a nuzzle, some sort of acceptance, asking her to take care of her even as-
Yeah, there she goes, even as she passes out. Needs time, needs a moment, overwhelmed, overstimmed, still fucking coming when she slips under, whines going soft and quiet as she's held.
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Someone had done this, and when she comes too, out of this rut, Odessa would ask those questions.
But for now, Odessa's fingers fumble around the back of her head to find that latch. Unhooking the belt loop of the gag that muffled her Omega's cries. Tugging it loose from her lips, she takes a look at her, carding her hair out of her face, using her thumb to brush the eye-liner streak tears from her cheeks. The just touching her, her features, her fluttering pulse under her fingertips on her throat. The mark she had left.
Her omega. Pretty, desperate and mewling. All hers.
Somewhere in the quiet where she finally caught her breath, she felt her knot begun to ease. Quicker, than usual, is a grumble that how was omega supposed to get bred of she didn't keep her full? Already she could feel leak free around it, and there is a satisfying yet frustrated groan when she can pull out at last, and the gush of white sticky come that she has to pull up to just watch, leaking out of her Omega's well fucked cunt. Stretched out so perfectly. Pounded until she took every inch. Now? Perfectly owned, perfectly used, shaped for her Alpha and her Alpha only.
It's with that Odessa realises she's still fucking hard. Hell, if there wasn't a cunt she'd just ruined spurting the proof in front of her, she might wonder if she'd come at all. The rut, answers instinct, and that's simple too. Her omega needed her cock, needed it buried in deep and fucking her full. Of course she's still hard. A rumble follows to keep her Omega reassured and docile as she scoops her up to move her up the bed while she doses.
Rolls her half on her side, half face down, so she can breathe, and doesn't have to support herself until she wakes properly from her blackout. Cradles over her, both arms either side of her head where she hide her easily under her far bigger frame.
Then sheathed herself fully again with one grunt, adjusts her weight so she could better reach her omega, nuzzle her hair, and pulls back to do it again. The satisfied roll down her spine as she fucks all that come back so she wouldn't waste it, that obscene sound of her wet pussy welcoming her back in, and under it her rumble. With each jerk that she rocks with into Olivia's hips, she rumbles the same wordless promise for her to wake back up too: So good for Alpha, Alpha's right here, not going anywhere. She won't let it hurt anymore.
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The rest? It's gone. The best she gets is background noise in the haze of her mind, in a way. She doesn't register the gag at last being undone and pulled from her face, leaving angry red marks against her skin where the leather of the straps, too tight, had rubbed her raw and sore. The gentle touches to her face, the wiping away of the mess her tears left behind, the unsticking of wild hair from her face, the way a thumb brushes over her new mark, fresh and red and proud, the feeling of that knot loosing and slipping out of her, the sticky warmth of her Alpha's seed dripping down her thighs and pooling underneath her, all of it's lost to her blackout.
Even being moved, that's gone too.
All she knows is slipping away in her Alpha's arms. And then, when at last she begins to come to, it's with a soft little moan, not words - after Odessa's already pressed her still hard cock back inside her, after she's already started rocking into her so sweetly. Wakes up, then, to being nearly face down and fucked again, so much sweeter this time, rocking into her while she rumbles at her, nuzzles the mess of her hair, tells her the way only an Alpha to their omega can, safe now, sweet one, safe with Alpha, let her breed you, let her take care of you and your kits.
So she stretches out a little, letting Odessa continue. Happy to let her continue, really, still far from escaping her heat, shifts only to make herself more comfortable, make it easier for her Alpha to get a good angle, fucking her deep as Olivia lifts her head, eyelids heavy still, as she nuzzles her again and-
Purrs. Purrs for her at last, that sweet, content little sound only a happy omega makes. From her now it's a sleepy sound, too, still only half awake as slowly she comes to, slowly, slowly stretching her limbs and curving her body, lifting her hips up a little more as Alpha keeps fucking her, breeding her like she deserves, and it's a hazy, sticky half dream as finally the edge of her pain and frustration seems to ease. Still in her fishnet thigh highs (although one is down by her knee by now), her bra half off, and the one remaining stiletto long since lost in the midst of everything (which she seems happier and more comfortable for, by the way her toes curl and wiggle as her body moves with the press of Odessa's hips), she's a pretty little thing and hot fucking mess combined.
Still out of it, too, but fuck does she still want.
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To be rewarded with what was the proof she was doing her duty. That soft, sweet purr that answers when her omega finally comes too. That shift she feels rather than sees, when her little body squirms. The the call she rumbles back too. Just as content. Dipping her head to burrow against her little frame. Nuzzling and nipping, she encourages her and preens her. When she gets that first proper push back, she adjusts the omega better, rolling her with one tug and a nip of command go her shoulder to get her onto her stomach.
Strange, how she didn't need to speak, knows by animal nature she'll be understood in her request: On your belly, hips up, Alpha isn't done with your cunt yet.
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But she's also not quite back yet, still driven by instinct - so maybe it's just as well Odessa shows her possessive nature wordlessly instead. Because this? This she understands, innately, instinctively, finds it easy now too to communicate with their noises, to respond to Alpha only the way her omega can, purring softly as she's nuzzled and so sweetly fucked even now, even after Alpha's already knotted her, her comfort answered with reassuring, sweet rumbles back that manage, somehow, not only to keep her docile but to keep her cunt warm and wet too because, oh, how sweetly she moans when she feels the warmth of pleasure spike again low in her belly and make her clench on her Alpha again.
Her eyes slip closed at some point, and she doesn't fight how her Alpha manhandles her into position, bites at her neck between the sweetness to direct her. Cozy now, she's a sleepy, hazy little mess - yet oh, how she needs so much more before she's done.
At least the pain seems to have subsided now. She's tender still, naturally, but being rough fucked and knotted into a blackout seems to have done her some good, taken away the edge, the sharpness of her pain, the fear and desperation so obviously displayed now eased, helping her be good, so, so good for Alpha. Making her happy, purring still as she shifts the way Alpha wants, burrowing into the sheets (nesty little thing) and curving her back as she stretches and offers up her cunt so freely, lifts her hips up for Odessa to hold any way she wants.
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Fuck, this was something else. Just as euphoric, just as intoxicating and she couldn't pick apart the beginning and end of it. Just the satisfied, guttural groan of appreciation when her omega lifted her hips so Odessa could slip balls deep and hold there, that rumble again, dragging it out instinctively to make her clench, make her squirt slick and tighten so perfectly on her cock. A greedy perfect cunt swallowing down every inch and pulsing for it that fogs every thought and sense she has, drowns out all the world beyond this little room. That sweet little omega purrs that soothe down her spine and tighten in her chest.
She knows she's demanding, possessive, and consuming - but this was another thing entirely, turns her into something else entirely. That she is eager to knot her, again, that she somehow can want this omega, want everything for her, feverishly mouthing and nipping and kissing every bit of skin she can reach to tell her how good she is, perfect. But a lifetime of calculating, watching, plotting and considering, that she uses her little body so selfishly. Can't stand the idea of pulling out of her, holding back, easing up her deep thrusts and how she growls when she realises the effect it has. The pulse, that delicious tightening of her pussy and the slick that squirts around her cock as she impales her each time. Doesn't speed up or slow down, her omega is languid and shakey, so Odessa takes her as she wants.
Her release when it comes is to be savoured just as possessively, some awful truth to the words written crudely over her body. Hers, hers and hers alone, property of the Junker Queen, her personal warm cocksleeve. But it's pride, not contempt. Nuzzling her again in bouts, her smile pressed into her skin between her ragged, pleased pants of breathe. What other Omega could get pounded into the bed, pass out, and wake up lifting their hips for their Alpha still? Only her, and now, only ever her.
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It isn't long before Olivia's little body shakes with the push of her Alpha, pleasure and the promise of release creeping up on her again so vividly, so obvious as she huffs again into the sheets and whines, begins again her whine for a knot. Blissed out and hazy as she is (wouldn't be able to walk now if she tried, not with how weak her limbs are), still she wants that knot again.
Recovering from being pounded so fucking hard before isn't easy, it seems, with how languid she is, even in her desire. Sleepy, sweet and sticky and sleepy, Olivia's determined still to be a good little omega who gets everything she deserves, blissed out so deeply that all she can think of now is Alpha. Being kissed by Alpha, bred by Alpha, absolutely savoring the way they've slowed down now from before, how Odessa keeps a deep, slow rut into her pretty, wet mess of a cunt, stretched to a perfect fit and spurting slick for her still, Alpha rocking against her body and kissing her neck so well that it's soothing. Lulls her, makes her feel safe...
Safe. Safe, because for the first time since- dios, she doesn't remember when.
It's enough to bring her back to another high, the feeling a crescendo of pleasure, a little burst of energy as again, fuck, again she's worked to her release and she cries under her Alpha again. The pretty little thing she is, overwhelmed but happy now she's free to make her noises, moan out her orgasm, moan out the first distinct word she's managed she the moment they met: "Alfa."
The translation is easy enough to miss that she's thinking in Spanish.
Either way, it's obvious after the cry, the shake and the way she clenches down again on her Alpha's thick cock, fucked deep into her pussy and making her come again and again, that she's slipping away again. Energy waning, her body relaxes as her panting eases - less of a blackout this time and more... drifting off during a particularly good backrub.
(Just, well, it's her tight little pussy being rubbed good instead, now isn't it?)
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She'll be gone again in a second, she can feel it, feel how she's milking her hot and tight for dear life, but exhausted and spent that they don't have that explosive cry that comes with them she was learning to wait for. More gloriously overwhelmed that she wasn't fighting for or against them, just letting them roll through her in the surety her Alpha would keep her sated.
So utterly, utterly in sync.
Her hand shifts to Sombra's throat, not to grip, but to make her lift her face up at last, as she easily meets her halfway - and at last, kisses her. Sweet and biting, tongue between her lips, groaning into her mouth as those satisfying releases coax her knot to form, and is slower, this time, when she pushes it back in. Shivering, hot and groaning in satisfaction into her mouth at lodging herself deep again. Pulsing, wet and seeming to beg her even when she couldn't speak, with how tightly her pounded cunt could still clench.
Eyes half closed, groaning happily into her Omega's mouth, she feels the twitch in her body, like taking a blow but without the pain, how it winds her sharp, when she jerks, then again, and starts to come all over again. Hot spurts that feel over-sensitive and yet she hitches herself in deep, and floods her pussy more Alpha come all over again.
"Good girl," she rumbles, best as she can form words at all, they scratch rough and harsh on her throat. "Good omega, rest. Alpha's going to breed your pretty little cunt so full, you're going to look so good, filled with my kits."
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She doesn't need to see. She feels Odessa so distinctly, so powerfully now that there's nothing else she needs, just Alpha.
Only Alpha.
Whining, she's whining beneath the kisses because she can't fucking help it, the overwhelming way she's overtaken by the feeling of being filled again, the very sound of Odessa's groan running right down Olivia's spine and spiking in her cunt, making her shiver and mewl, tighten and drip even more as she pulses on Alpha's cock, the last shreds of her strength as she fades. Kisses her back hot and sloppy, so out of it she hardly thinks to bite much back and oh, ohohoh, the way Odessa rumbles at her now, the way she praises her, fawns over her, preens her like the pretty little thing she is, oh, how naturally it soothes her. Keeps her noises peppered with purrs, softness even in the bit of crying she does then, and even as she drifts away her sleepy little rambles and jumbled and sweet and-
Spanish. Every word that tumbles out now is Spanish.
She understands what Odessa's said to her, of course. But her bilingual brain is sluggish, doesn't quite react right, so when she responds, the words that tumble out past her pretty, lipstick-smeared lips now are in her mother tongue, babbling to Alpha that of course she's a good good girl, that she wants Alpha, she has Alpha, she loves her attention, her cock, her kisses, her knot, wants to carry to her kits, so fucking bad she wants to carry her kits, gimme gimme gimme.
It's a small mercy, that the exact filth she babbles get lost between language. But with the way they sound? The way she sounds? Well, it isn't hard to get the idea.
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What can she do but reward her? Odessa releases from her kiss, and guides her as she needs. Her omega was so clearly beyond thought, her own care. Why Omegas needed Alphas in these moments to do their damn job. Odessa cups her jaw, turning her head instead to rest against the pillow more comfortably. Cards the damp strands of hair back from her face, where they clung to her features with the tears and sweat to stop it irritating her face. Away from her neck and shoulders too while she was at it.
Then her hands smooth up, across her her shoulders and back to press her down, let her rest without straining, pinning her in place. The rumble is back, as immediately in encouragement, as praise, so good, so perfect. No more struggling, fighting for what she needs. Alpha will keep her full and keep her safe. Keep their nest safe for their future kits. Pretty little omega didn't have to worry about a thing but being bred. Rumbling, rumbling, quiet as an engine's hum, felt rather than heard.
Her hands grip at her hips then, to keep them anchored in place, keeping her little body in place. The rut not done, not even a little as she begins to feel herself ease up once more. Cock still hard, fuck she doesn't know when this will end, she's never been this fucking hard in her life. But eased off enough that she can work free and groan all over again in satisfaction of the white sticky flood that pops like a champagne bottle from her, after taking so much. Pooling underneath her as it spurts out of that stretched little hole. Pulsing, flushed and swollen from the pounding she gave her, and taking it so well as she stretched to fit her Alpha. Pink and full, and all that white tacky mess such a perfect addition.
Her thrusts then aren't even about fucking her for more then. She just can't help it, both hands taking a grip of that spankable backside with a sigh and spreads her out further as she shallowly thrusts her tip in and out just to admire the sight. Watch more come spurt out and around it, so full she can't keep it all in, how that abused little hole so readily take her and stretch to fit so easily now, even after her knots.
She never wants to be anywhere else again. What a fucking heavenly sight. The rut so sure, so loud, this is the only place she ever wants to bury her cock again. So she does, again. Her omega was a pretty exhausted cock sleeve, meant for her and her alone, and over sensitive now, it takes nothing at all for the next knot to form, and just as readily, burrow it deep and come again. A hiss on her lips where it's almost too much, so soon, yet she's knotting her and coming anyway.
Another load to breed her, mark her, reward her. So much in her already, the two rounds before make messy spurts and are splattering with each heavy slow thrust as she fucks her. Her body curving as she hangs in with grit teeth, over the Omega's body, forehead between her shoulder blades in how it lays her just as low.
Fuck, she's never letter her go. Never as long as she drew breath.
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So stubbornly, she stays up. Stubbornly, she likes the kisses, the attention Alpha showers her in now, stubbornly fights her exhaustion, the fluttering in and out of focus, of consciousness-
Until finally, Odessa settles her back down. Gives her permission to let go, promises without a single word that it's safe for her now. The only thought left in her now: relax, pretty thing, Alpha's got you, let her take care of you. Even Olivia, fiercely independent as she is, lays now at the beck and call of her nature as an omega, primal, exposed so raw she feels feral and out of her mind yet soothed so, so naturally by her Alpha, her mate. Another moment passes, and slowly she sinks into the bedding. And after that? She's out. Alpha's cock sheathed deep inside her and she's out, hardly conscious, unwound so completely that her limbs have given out on her. But in the fluttering moments where she does come back up for air-
Oh, oh, it feels so fucking good. Like floating through a dream, one so realistic she swears she can feel the stretch of her cunt around a thick, hard cock, comforting her, lulling her deep, deep, deep into a beautiful, hazy submission, happy to be so thoroughly used by an Alpha who knows how to satisfy her damn omega. She feels the sticky warmth of Alpha's come and her slick between her legs and without thinking she whines when she feels it leak from her, as if losing any of her Alpha's seed distresses her, as if she hasn't fucking stuffed her full already, as if she couldn't possibly have bred her properly yet so they better make absolutely sure not to waste a drop. Lets (begs) Alpha to keep going, even as her awareness fades in and out as Odessa keeps fucking her, keeps answering the call to rut her pretty new mate, keeps her little cunt stretched out to the perfect fit for her.
Babble, babble, babble... babble that drifts away quick when she feels the forehead of her Alpha against her back, the warmth of her breath a comfort, the rumbles a lullaby as much as it is a mating call. It's enough to give her one more sweet, draining release of her own. One more spurt of her slick, one more hazy, shaking orgasm that knocks her fucking out.
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Or will, after she gets her damn mind back, but it seems to have left her. Even when it made no damn sense, the demands of instinct that strained even her endurance, and common sense - truly. Two, three, ten knots, who knows, her senses blur, that really, it shouldn't be a question. There was so much come leaking out of her omega, it pooled now between her thighs as Odessa's cock kept spearing into her, fucking it back in as much as each thrust made it spurt and leak more.
Perhaps that's what does it, perhaps it's the over stimulation, or the exhaustion of that many chained knots, that she feels her own body ease off for the time being.
She shifts, lowering her weight to curl protectively over her new mates body where she exhaustedly out cold from her worn out state - even though, her body still responds to her Alpha. Odessa's arm braced above her head, and the other hand moved to curve under her mates belly to help keep the angle she needed - and groaned almost shocked to feel that press of her own thrusts into that little cunt. How the fuck was such a little bundle of curves taking her so good?
Another knot, just as intense, as determined, as the last however many began to form, but could already feel how it was different, her body wracked with that drive. Her omega was good and claimed now. Marked her and claimed her, and answered that heat with her own rut until she was now spurting more come than her body could keep, and growled and hungry, the beast in her crowed. Taken over her in the last throws before her own exhaustion took her.
Perhaps it's best, she was asleep, so Odessa's lack of care in those last unforgiving thrusts made her slam her hips down with proper force, all in that last effort, of one mindless intention, if this was the knot she was going to bind her for hours with, than she had to be as deep as she could, make sure it flooded her womb directly, nothing else, she felt the growl in her throat of bared teeth and hazy determination, would do. So she does, one and then two, slamming her down into the bed, as she shoves her knot back in and snarls with that last triumph.
Utter, utter triumph where her knot takes hold now, properly, swollen inside of her, that she can feel how she's pulsing, one hot spurt after another, like all the rounds before it. Only this time she will be trapped inside of her for hours - and she fucking roars with that simple perfect truth. Head thrown back, laughing in a bark and savours it.
- and collapses to the side, just as fast, when the weakened groan of everything it took to finally feel she could ease up on doing her duty. Breathing harshly, she gathers her new mate up to her arms, and feels just as quickly her own tiredness catch up. Not so easy, of course, when she still was riding out the last of her orgasm, and that perfect feeling of being trapped in her omega.
And like only an Omega could do, it lulls her immediately. Savagery into sleep, just as quickly. Because what could sleep be better than when you had a knot trapped in a slutty little omega you were finishing breeding? Both arms wrapped around her to tuck her into her chest, and even enough present thought to bring up the blanket to drape over them both, so her omega would have the comfort of her nest soft on her skin.
For once in a very long time, Odessa breathed out, and just let herself go to sleep. The rest? Could sort itself out when she woke up.
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But she won't be angry about it. Sore, perhaps, an ache (the good kind) that permeates her body, that follows along soon after consciousness comes back to her, that settles in when at last she opens her eyes, hours later. Not that she has any real idea how long she's been out - an hour, more, a day? All she knows is the haze, a blur of being taken by an Alpha in her wildness, taken to her bed (nest, new nest, her nest) and spread open wide, sweat and tears and heaving chests mixed in with how she pants, how she cries when she's speared on a cock thicker than anything she's ever taken before, locked on her knot and used, again and again and again.
Her breath hitches in her throat as she awakens, remembering everything that led to her being here all.
She shifts, and realizes - she's still sticky. Awareness of her body trickles back in, and she realizes that she's still a fucking mess everywhere, but especially between her legs where- fuck, she's still on Odessa's cock, even with her knot having since eased enough to loosen, to let more of her seed leak, slowly, out of that well bred little cunt around the thick of her cock. In deep she breathes, breathing in the scent of them both, of her Alpha and her valiant attempts to keep her new bitch bred, as Sombra struggles to regain any sort of sense in the midst of everything.
With Alphs still sleeping, she does manage to slowly ease herself up, detangle herself from the loosened limbs that hold her and any of the blankets pulled up around them, suddenly much too hot for snuggles. Eases herself off of Odessa's cock in the process, and-
And without thinking, whines softly when she feels her Alpha's come drip out of her quick.
Whatever sense that may have been coming back to her is thrown out the goddamn window, and her enduring heat clicks back into place, taking control of her again. She's never been this thoroughly fucked through her heat and still needed more like this before, never so fucking desperate that a knotted nap merely took the edge off. Because even with how fucking mad she'd been driven, how she'd been forced into such a state, how every fibre of her being screamed for an Alpha to mount her like a good little slut of a broodmare - oh, how easily heat comes back to her now. How easily her pussy drips with come and slick, as she whines and purrs and stretches, breathing out as she lets it settle in, needy yet much more comfortable in her heat now than before.
It's enough that when she reaches a hand down between her legs and touches herself, it's with a little tremble and a hitch in her purring that oh, oh, oh, that feels nice. Fingers run through the folds of her sticky little cunt, coated instantly in the mixture of Alpha's come and her own slick, massaging her abused cunt, playing with the mess, familiar with her own body until she's- fucking, goddamnit-
Rolling over onto her back, her legs bump against her rumbling Alpha and she spreads them open wide and cries, increasingly louder as she rubs herself, still needy, still very fucking obviously firmly in heat. Wants Alpha again, so, so fucking badly, but gets caught up for now with fucking herself on her own fingers, hardly even registering that she's damn near knuckle deep in her pretty pink cunt, head thrown back against the messed up sheets as she writhes, making herself more and more desperate by simply the obscene sound of it, the wetness in which her cunt, after what Odessa had done, easily takes in her fingers.
It's not enough anymore. Yet when she finally forms words: they're Spanish again, of course. Begging babble - what else?