The stretch is different from this angle—deeper, more intense. His cock is so thick it feels like he’s splitting me in half, those mineral ridges catching on my swollen walls with every inch. He hits the end of me with the first thrust, his heavy balls slapping against my clit, every impossible inch of him buried inside my too-small body.
And underneath the overwhelming sensation, underneath the pleasure that borders on pain—there’s relief.
I don’t have to fight this. Don’t have to resist. I can justtakeit, let him use me, let the pleasure wash away everything I was holding onto. My body knows what to do even when my mind is screaming. My body just… surrenders.
It feels so good to stop fighting.
“This is what you needed,” he growls, setting a brutal pace. Each thrust drives me forward into the furs, his massive frame blanketing mine, making me feel tiny and helpless andsafe. “Needed to be full of my cock. Needed to be bred like a good little omega.”
I can’t respond. Can’t do anything except take what he gives me—each thrust driving the air from my lungs, each impact sending sparks of pleasure radiating from my core. My hands fist in the bedding. My toes curl. My pussy clenches around him with every stroke, greedy and desperate and so far beyond shame I can’t even remember what it felt like.
“Touch yourself,” he commands. “Rub that pretty clit while I fuck you.”
My hand moves before I consciously decide to obey. I find my clit—swollen, slippery with his seed and my arousal—and the first touch makes me clench so hard around him that he groans. Through the bond, I feel his spike of pleasure, feel how good my pussy feels wrapped around his cock.
“That’s it.” His fingers dig into my hips hard enough to bruise, holding me in place while he pounds into me. “Make yourself come on my cock. Show me how much you love being fucked.”
I rub my clit in frantic circles while he takes me from behind. The pleasure builds impossibly fast—I’m still sensitive from the last orgasm, still stretched and aching and flooded with his cum.His cock is so thick I feel every thrust in my throat, feel those ridges dragging against my swollen walls like they’re designed to drive me insane.
“Please,” I gasp into the furs. “Please, can I—”
“Ask properly.”
“Please, Alpha.” The words come out desperate, broken, and I don’t even care anymore. “Please let me come. Please, I need it, I’ll do anything—”
“Come.”
The orgasm slams into me like a wave. My vision whites out. My whole body seizes around him—pussy clamping down on his impossible girth, inner muscles milking his cock in rhythmic pulses, wetness gushing around his shaft. I’m screaming something—his name, maybe, or just wordless sounds of pleasure that tear from my throat without permission.
He doesn’t stop fucking me.
He drives me through the orgasm and into another one, his cock relentless, his fingers replacing mine on my clit when my hand goes slack. I come again—or maybe I never stopped coming, maybe it’s all one endless wave of pleasure that won’t let me go. Tears stream down my face. My throat goes raw from screaming. And still he doesn’t stop.
Then his hand fists in my hair and pulls my head back.
The grip is firm, commanding, arching my spine and changing the angle of his thrusts. He’s so deep now—impossibly deep, hitting places inside me that make my vision blur. His other arm wraps around my waist, lifting me until my back is pressed against his chest, until I’m suspended in his grip with his cock buried to the hilt.
“One more,” he growls against my ear. “Give me one more, omega.”
I don’t think I can. I don’t think my body has anything left—I’m wrung out, destroyed, so overstimulated that even his breath on my skin makes me shudder. But his hand releases my hair and slides down to find my clit again, and his cock is hitting something deep inside me that makes my entire body clench, and I feel it building despite everything—
I shatter.
This orgasm is different. Deeper. I feel it in my bones, in my blood, in some primal part of me that’s being remade with every pulse of pleasure. My pussy clamps down so hard it almost hurts, and I feel him follow me over the edge through the bond—feel his release crashing through him as his cock jerks inside me, feel the hot flood of his seed pumping into my already-full cunt.
“Good girl,” he groans as he comes, and I feel his knot swelling inside me again—that thick pressure at the base of his cock, stretching me impossibly wider, locking us together. The praise hits me alongside his pleasure through the bond, doubling the sensation until I can’t tell which of us is feeling what. “Such a good girl. Taking my cock, taking my knot.Mine.”
His seed floods into me in hot pulses, trapped inside by the knot, filling me until I feel the pressure deep in my belly. I collapse forward into the furs, completely destroyed, his cock still buried inside me, his knot sealing everything in.
He stays buried inside me, his cock softening slightly but not withdrawing. His seed leaks out around his shaft, a hot trickle down my thighs that should disgust me but just makes me feel claimed. My whole body is trembling. I can’t think, can’t move, can barely remember my own name.
But I remember his.
And somewhere in the wreckage of my mind, a small voice whispers that maybe that’s all that matters anymore.
The heat doesn’t give me time to think.
Every time I start to surface—start to feel like myself again, start to remember why I should be fighting this—another wave crashes through me and I’m drowning again. Drowning in need, in pleasure, in the desperate ache to be filled.
