So you did. #6
“My—” She chokes on the word. Even in heat, even desperate, she fights the humiliation of saying it out loud. “My pussy. Please, I need your cock in my pussy.”
“Good girl.”
The praise hits her like a physical blow—I see her cunt clench, see fresh wetness gush from her core, see her whole body shudder with the pleasure of my approval. Weeks of conditioning, weeks of teaching her to respond to those words, and she’s finally ready to receive the full reward.
I notch myself at her entrance, feeling her flutter against the head of my cock. So tight. So small. She’s a virgin—has never taken anything inside her, let alone something my size. She’s going to struggle to take me, and I’m going to savor every second of it.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes meet mine—gray and hazy with need, but still aware. Still her. I want her present for this. Want her to remember the exact moment I claimed her.
“This is going to hurt,” I tell her honestly. “You’re going to take it anyway. And by the time I’m done, you’re going to thank me for every inch.”
I push inside.
She screams.
Her virgin cunt resists for one agonizing moment—tight muscle clenching against the intrusion, her body instinctively fighting what it doesn’t understand. Then the head pops past her entrance, and I’m sliding into the tightest, hottest grip I’ve ever felt in seven centuries of taking lovers.
Her body fights me. Muscles clenching, walls spasming, every inch of her resisting even as her hips tilt up to take more.
But I don’t stop. I feed her inch after inch, watching her face contort as she struggles to accommodate my girth.
Her eyes are squeezed shut, tears leaking from the corners.
Her hands fist in the furs beneath her, knuckles white with strain.
“Too big,” she sobs. “You’re too big, I can’t—”
“You can.” I push deeper, and she wails as the first ridge drags across her inner walls. “Your body was made for this, Hannah. Made for me. Made to stretch around my cock and take everything I give you.”
The ridges are doing exactly what they’re designed to do—each one catching on her sensitive flesh, dragging sensation across nerve endings she didn’t know she had.
I feel her cunt flutter around me in confusion, her body unsure whether to register the sensation as pain or pleasure.
Both, probably. The line between them blurs when an omega takes her alpha’s cock for the first time.
“Feel that?” I roll my hips slowly, letting her experience the texture of my shaft. She whimpers, her inner walls clenching around the ridges. “Those are going to make you come so hard you forget your own name. Going to drag across that sweet spot inside you until you’re screaming for more.”
I push deeper. She takes another inch, then another, her body stretching impossibly to accommodate me. Tears stream down her cheeks. Her nails dig into the furs hard enough to tear them. And still I don’t stop.
Not until I bottom out—until every inch of my cock is buried inside her, until she’s so full she can feel me pressing against her cervix, until there’s no part of her that isn’t wrapped around me.
“There.” I hold still, letting her adjust, letting her feel how completely I fill her. She’s panting beneath me, her cunt spasming in little aftershocks, her whole body trembling with the effort of containing me. “You took all of me. Every inch. Such a good girl.”
She moans at the praise, her pussy clenching around my shaft in a reflexive squeeze that makes us both groan.
“You like that, don’t you?” I pull back slowly, letting her feel every ridge dragging against her sensitive walls, and she whimpers at the sensation—pleasure and overstimulation tangled together. “Like being told you’re good. Like knowing you please your Alpha.”
“I’m not—” She gasps as I push back in, the ridges catching on that spot inside her that makes her see stars. “I’m not your—”
“You are.” I set a rhythm—slow, deep thrusts that make her feel every inch, every ridge, every pulse of the silver veins in my cock.
“This cunt belongs to me now. This body belongs to me.” I angle my hips, finding that spot again, and she cries out as I hit it.
“You belong to me, Hannah. Every part of you. And I’m going to prove it. ”
“I hate you.” But her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper, her heels digging into my ass to urge me on.
“I know.” I thrust harder, and she screams. “Hate me while I fuck you. Hate me while I make you come. Hate me while your body learns that I’m the only one who can give it what it needs.”
The first orgasm builds slowly—I can feel it in the way her walls start to ripple around my cock, the way her breath comes in shorter and shorter gasps, the way her hips start meeting my thrusts with desperate urgency.
She doesn’t want to come. Doesn’t want to give me the satisfaction of watching her shatter on my cock.
I don’t give her a choice.
I slide my hand into her hair—fisting the sweat-damp strands at the base of her skull, pulling her head back to expose the long line of her throat. Not squeezing, not restricting—just holding her, controlling her, making her feel how completely she’s at my mercy.
“Come for me, Hannah.”
She shatters.
I feel it before I see it—her cunt clamping down on my cock so hard it nearly stops my thrust, inner muscles spasming in rhythmic waves that grip and release, grip and release.
The wet heat of her intensifies as she gushes around my shaft, soaking my balls, dripping onto the furs beneath us.
Her body bows beneath mine, back arching off the bed, and the scream that tears from her throat echoes off the stone walls.
I keep fucking her through it. Keep thrusting while her pussy milks my cock, while her body shakes and convulses, while she comes harder than she’s probably ever come in her life.
Her nails rake down my back—I feel the sting of broken skin, feel blood welling in the scratches she’s leaving—but I don’t stop.
I drag her pleasure out, thrust after thrust, until I feel her body tip from release into overstimulation, until I feel her trying to squirm away even as her hips keep grinding against mine.
“That’s one,” I growl against her ear, my hand still fisted in her hair. “You came so hard for me, little warrior. Squeezed my cock like you never want to let it go.”
She whimpers, her spent cunt clenching weakly around my shaft in response to my voice.
“Again.”
“I can’t—”
“You can.” I release her hair and pull out—she gasps at the loss, her pussy clenching around nothing—then flip her onto her stomach in one smooth motion. “On your knees. Present yourself to me.”
She’s too wrung out to resist—or maybe she doesn’t want to anymore.
Her body rearranges itself beneath me with shaky obedience, her spine curving as she raises her ass, her knees spreading wide on the furs.
The position puts her cunt on display—swollen and glistening, still fluttering from her orgasm, slick dripping down her inner thighs.
The position of complete submission. The position of an omega offering herself to her Alpha.
“Beautiful,” I murmur, running my hands over the curves of her ass, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. “Look at you. So desperate for more, even after coming that hard.”
“Please,” she whispers into the furs. “Please, I need—”
I grip her hips and drive into her from behind.
The angle is different—deeper—and I hit the end of her with the first thrust, my cock pressing against her cervix.
Her scream echoes off the stone walls, her hands fisting in the furs, her whole body jerking forward from the impact.
But my grip on her hips holds her in place, keeps her exactly where I want her as I pull back and slam in again.
“This is how I’m going to breed you,” I growl, fucking her with deep, possessive strokes. Each thrust drives a grunt from her lungs, each impact sending ripples through the flesh of her ass. “On your knees. Taking my cock. Begging for my seed.”
“Please—” The sob shakes through her body before I hear it, her inner walls spasming around me as she cries. “Please, it’s too much—”
“It’s not enough.” I reach around to find her clit—swollen and slick, so sensitive she nearly bucks me off when I touch it. I start rubbing in tight circles, matching the rhythm of my thrusts, and I feel her fall apart around me all over again.
The second orgasm hits her harder than the first.
Her cunt locks down on my cock so tight I can barely move, inner muscles seizing in rhythmic pulses that milk my shaft.
Her whole body goes rigid beneath me—every muscle clenched, her back bowed, her face buried in the furs to muffle her screams. And then I feel the hot gush of her release flooding around my cock—she’s squirting, her body pushed past its limits, soaking my thighs and the furs beneath us.
“Good girl,” I praise her, and the words hit her like another wave of pleasure—her cunt clenches tighter, her body shudders, a broken sob wracks through her. “Such a good omega. Taking my cock so well. Coming so hard for your Alpha.”
She collapses forward onto her elbows, tremors running through her spent muscles, her pussy fluttering around me in helpless aftershocks. I stay buried inside her, letting her feel how completely I fill her even in this position, letting her adjust to the reality of being claimed.
Then I pull out.
She whimpers at the loss—her cunt clenching around nothing, her hips tilting back as if trying to chase my cock. I flip her onto her back again, wanting to see her face for what comes next.
She’s ruined. Tears tracking down her cheeks, lips swollen from biting back screams, her whole body flushed and trembling.
Her eyes are glazed, unfocused, her mind lost somewhere between pleasure and exhaustion.
But when she sees me kneeling between her thighs, my cock still hard and glistening with her release, something sparks in those gray depths.