So you did. #7
Need. Pure, desperate, unashamed need.
“Please,” she begs, reaching for me with trembling hands. “Please, Alpha, I need—”
“What do you need?”
“Your knot.” The words come out desperate, shameless, everything she’s been fighting against finally surrendered. “Please, I need your knot, need you to fill me, need—”
“Good girl.”
I slam back into her, and she screams—her cunt gripping me like a fist, her legs wrapping around my waist, her arms around my neck, her whole body clinging to me as I fuck her toward the edge again.
She’s beyond resistance now, beyond pride, beyond anything except the desperate need to be filled and claimed and bred.
I can feel my own release building—my balls drawing tight, the base of my cock beginning to swell.
Seven hundred years of taking lovers, and I’ve never wanted anything the way I want to knot this woman.
Want to feel her stretch around me, want to lock myself inside her, want to fill her with so much of my seed she can taste it.
“You’re going to take it all,” I growl, my thrusts growing harder, more erratic. “Every inch of my knot. Every drop of my cum. Going to fill you so full it leaks out of you for days.”
“Yes—” She’s beyond words now, beyond thought, just a creature of need and pleasure. “Yes, Alpha, please—”
The knot starts to expand.
I feel it swelling at the base of my cock—that thick bulge that will lock us together, that will seal my seed inside her where it belongs.
Her body registers it before her mind does—her cunt clenching reflexively around the growing intrusion, her walls stretching to accommodate something she’s never felt before.
Her eyes fly open, meeting mine with something like panic. “What—”
“My knot.” I push deeper, forcing the swelling bulge against her entrance. “Your body knows what it needs. Let it in, Hannah.”
“I can’t—it’s too big—”
“You can.” I grip her hips, holding her in place as I push harder. “You’ve taken everything else I’ve given you. You’ll take this too.”
Her body fights me for one exquisite moment—the tight ring of muscle at her entrance straining against the intrusion, refusing to yield. I feel her inner walls spasming, feel her cunt trying to push me out even as her legs pull me closer.
Then the knot pops past her entrance with a wet, obscene sound.
She screams.
I feel her cunt clamp down around the knot so hard I see stars—inner muscles seizing, gripping, trying desperately to process the intrusion.
The knot is fully inside her now, swelling to its full size, locking us together in the most intimate way possible.
She couldn’t push me out now if she tried.
We’re joined—bound—knotted together while I flood her with my seed.
“Take it,” I groan, my hips jerking as the first pulse of release hits me. “Take my knot, omega. Take everything I’m giving you.”
The orgasm crashes through me like nothing I’ve felt in seven centuries.
My cock jerks inside her, flooding her with the first hot pulse of cum.
The pleasure is savage, primal—I feel myself emptying into her in thick spurts, feel her cunt grip me tighter with each one, milking every drop from my aching balls.
My vision whites out at the edges. My whole body shudders with the force of it.
And still I keep coming.
The second pulse hits even harder, and I grind deeper, wanting to pump my seed as far into her as it will go.
I feel her womb opening to receive me—feel the way her body is designed to accept my cum, to hold it, to be bred.
The thought sends another wave of pleasure crashing through me, and I spill even more into her greedy cunt.
“Feel that?” I manage to growl against her ear, my hips still jerking with each pulse. “Feel me filling you up? Feel how much I’m giving you?”
She whimpers something incoherent, her pussy fluttering around my cock and knot, her body pulling my seed deeper with every clench.
I keep coming. Longer than I ever have before, pulse after pulse of hot cum flooding into her until I can feel it pooling inside her womb, feel the pressure of it with nowhere to go because my knot has her sealed tight.
Her belly is going to swell with it. She’s going to be dripping with me for days—going to smell like my seed, taste like it, feel it leaking out of her every time she moves.
The thought makes me spurt again, one final pulse that wrenches a groan from my chest.
Then the bond snaps into place.
It’s like a door opening in my mind—suddenly I can feel her. Not just her body wrapped around my cock, but her. Her exhaustion bleeding into my awareness. Her shattered resistance. Her desperate, unwilling satisfaction at finally being filled the way her body has been screaming for.
I feel the aftershocks of her orgasm rippling through the bond, feel the way her pleasure feeds into mine and amplifies it.
I feel her emotions tangled together—shame and relief and hatred and something that might be the beginning of surrender.
I feel her, in a way I’ve never felt another being in seven hundred years.
She’s crying. I feel the tears hot against my chest where she’s pressed her face, feel the sobs shaking her body even as her pussy continues to flutter weakly around my softening cock.
The knot holds us locked together, and I can feel my seed settling inside her—so much of it, filling her so completely that her belly feels slightly swollen against mine.
Mine. Every drop of it claiming her from the inside.
It’s done.
She’s mine.
I gather her closer, rolling us onto our sides while the knot keeps us joined.
Her whole body is trembling—fine tremors running through her muscles, the hiccupping rhythm of her sobs pressed against my chest. But even wrecked and crying and filled with my seed, she curls into me.
Seeking warmth. Seeking comfort. Seeking the male who just shattered everything she thought she was.
“Shh,” I murmur against her hair, stroking my hand down her spine. “You did so well. Such a good girl. My good girl.”
I feel her response to the praise before I hear it—feel her cunt clench weakly around my shaft, feel the shiver run down her spine, feel the involuntary whimper vibrate against my chest. Even now, even destroyed, her body responds to my approval like it’s been trained to.
Because it has. Because I trained it. And now she’s finally, completely mine.
“Rest now,” I tell her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “The knot will release in twenty minutes or so. And then we’ll go again.”
“Again?” Her voice is wrecked. Destroyed. Barely a whisper against my skin.
“Your heat will last three days.” I tilt her chin up with my finger, forcing her to meet my eyes.
She looks shattered—fucked out and tear-stained and utterly, completely claimed.
I can feel my seed inside her through the bond now, warm and thick, and my spent cock twitches at the thought of adding more.
“And I’m going to spend every moment of it inside you.
Going to fuck you until you can’t remember wanting anything else.
Until the only word you know is my name. ”
I press my palm flat against her lower belly, feeling the slight swell where my cum fills her.
“Going to keep you so full of my seed you can taste it,” I murmur, rubbing slow circles against that swollen curve. “Going to breed this pretty cunt until it takes.”
She makes a sound that might be a sob or might be a moan. Through the bond, I feel both—the despair of being claimed so thoroughly, and the treacherous pleasure of her body being given exactly what it needs.
She doesn’t know the difference anymore.
I don’t think she ever will again. Chapter 13: Hannah
I am drowning in him.
His cock is still buried inside me, the knot a thick pressure that pulses against places I didn’t know existed.
I’ve never felt so full—so stretched, so completely used.
His shaft is as thick as my forearm, and the ridges press into my swollen walls with every breath I take, every tiny shift of my body.
When I clench around him—and I can’t seem to stop clenching, my pussy fluttering in helpless aftershocks—the ridges drag against nerves I didn’t know I had, sending sparks of painful pleasure shooting through my core.
He’s wrapped around me completely. Eight feet of bronze muscle cradling my body like I’m something fragile, something precious.
My back is pressed against his massive chest, and I feel so small—my head barely reaches his collarbone, my entire frame swallowed by his.
One of his arms could wrap around me twice.
One of his hands could span my whole belly.
One of his hands is spanning my belly, pressing down on the slight swell where his seed fills me.
His seed is hot inside me. I feel each pulse as he continues to come—slow, lazy spurts that flood my womb with thick warmth. My belly feels distended with it, stretched taut, and when he presses his palm harder against the curve, a moan tears from my throat before I can stop it.
“Feel that?” His voice is a low rumble against my ear, vibrating through my body everywhere we touch. “Feel how full you are? How much of my seed is inside you?”
I do. God help me, I do. I feel it pooling deep in my core, feel the pressure of it with nowhere to go because his knot has me sealed tight.
My pussy clenches around him involuntarily—around that impossible thickness, those ridges that catch and drag—and the movement sends sparks shooting up my spine.
“Shh,” he murmurs against my hair. “You’re doing so well. Taking my knot so perfectly.”