“Beg for it,” he said, looming above her. Stroking his cock as she shuddered and went still. “Beg me to stuff you full of this knot, little slut.”
A drop of drool spilled over her lips, ebon eyes rolling in her skull as her glands flexed around nothing. Forcing her to stop, head hanging low. Sweat glistening on her low back, her nape. Dripping from the tips of reddened, inflamed nipples.
The Alpha smiled, cruel and ravenous. “Look at you,” he rattled, pressing his every available advantage. “Desperate for this knot. Don’t worry, Omega. I’m going to mount you.” He knelt behind her, taking his cock by the root. “You’re going to take my seed deep as you can,” he cooed, slapping his palm down on her left cheek. Squeezing a handful of ripe flesh, he pulled her petals apart even when they clung and stuck. “And then,” he said, sweeping his prick through the mess of slick and cum, “you’re going to milk my knot for more.”
Burbling, she pushed back. Tried to take his helm inside to ease the ache, even as she whispered, “Nooo.”
“Oh,yesss,” he replied, balls aching. Pulsing with every frantic flutter of his heart. It was a primal demand to seat himself deep as he could go in her spoiled walls and rut until his muscles gave out. Until he erased the other males paltry attempts to take what was his. An instinct screaming for him to force his sperm through the barrier guarding her womb, just so he could watch her belly grow round with his young.
A litter of hybrid kits to grow his army.
But this runaway harem slave needed more than a simple breeding. She wouldn’t tumble into desperate, blind love around his knot like an untried virgin. The state of herBiqueaglands told him there’d be no manipulating her with hormones, for he knew better than most what it took to turn a Hathorian female into a prince’s breeder.
The sheer amount of abuse and neglect.
A female like this wouldn’t know to be grateful for a gentle approach—she’d condemn it.
No, what this defiant creature needed was anewmaster.
The Alpha wrapped his hand in her thick, black locks and wrenched her head back. Sending her into a submissive state with little more than a flick of his wrist.
“I’m going to breed you, Omega,” he whispered, lips tracing her ear. The slur slipping off his tongue with cruel ease, his prick weeping pearly tears of eager joy. “You’re going to spend the rest of your life producing soldiers for my army.”
A ragged sob burst from her lips. Wet with spittle, edged with helpless desperation. “P-please, Ha—”
But he was the one who needed, so he clapped a palm over her mound. Right hand snaking around her hips and between her legs, he plugged her weeping cunt with his three thickest fingers. Spread her labia and traced her opening. He worked her, then, playing in the mess his brothers had left, teasing her glands as she cried and lurched.
She moaned, gushing over his fingers. Surrendering her weight, her breath whistling and cold against his palm.
Sensing victory, he grinned. Eager to sink into the wet heat between her thighs at last, he shoved her back to hands and knees. Positioning her so that he might see where her tail had been, the elegant, twisting ink that traced her spine and marked her lineage. All so he could run the blunt edge of his nails over the scar and watch her come undone.
In an instant, pretty mewling became guttural. Shivering muscles began to spasm, and the few words she had left devolved into an untethered wail of denial.
But the Alpha wasn’t finished. Had scarcely even begun.
He dipped his cock into her heated channel, groaning when she began to clamp down. Compressing his knob in a silken fist.
“Such a tight cunt, Omega,” he crooned, mocking as he made another fist in tangled, wet hair as he began to burrow deeper. Fighting herBiqueaglands for every millimeter gained. “And here I thought Micah had ruined you for all of us.”
She hiccupped, but said nothing more.
Kneading her hips, twisting her neck to keep her helpless beneath him, the Alpha sank inside. Enjoying every stolen inch. The press of glands swollen to ludicrous proportions gave her the grip of an innocent—gushing slick and cum, the welcoming passage of a seasoned whore.
“Ugh,” he spat and slapped her ass to make her clench around him. “Perfect little breeder. Take it.”
But before he sank his knot where she needed it, he withdrew. Sluicing through the tight ring just inside, he teased her to the edge of madness. Worked her pussy until he’d purged her depths of any hint of another male, the mushroom-flare of his cock scraping her clean until her glands expressed a rush of fresh slick.
“Mmmphh,” she grunted, cheeks red. Eyes black and rimmed in white. “Pllluhh—”
That was all it took to make the breeder cum. To make her to spray his thighs with milky fluid too thin to be mistaken for semen.
She only sobbed harder, thrashing as he tormented her with the tapered edge of his knot. Rubbing at the front wall of her cunt, he withheld the shuddering impact of hips on flesh. Reveling in the thrill of debasing the feisty thing as she whined beneath him.
“Beg,” he said again, pinning her with left hand, wrenching her head back with the right. “Beg for this knot or suffer without it. I get to cum either way.”
Instead of obeying his command, a midnight black glare rolled to meet his working eye. And she scowled, showing the smooth line of blunted teeth.
When she snarled defiance, the Alpha fell in love.
