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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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?