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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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?