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After the fight
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Tw// DDDNE (dead dove do not eat); father daughter incest, reader is in her 20ās, virgin reader, dubcon
with soft!dark Bucky who courted you all nicely and appropriately for weeks, only stealing kisses and a few ass squeezes. But then he takes you on that super romantic trip to an Italian villa and doll youāre going to be so good to him now
yeah, just sit in his lap with no panties, heāll be gentle as works your tight, virgin hole open with his big, fat cock
shh, shh, weep prettily as he slowly sinks in to the hilt
Your head gets dizzy as the scent of citrus and bergamot mixes with the growing, heady smell of your arousal.
Youāre so wet; Buckyās fingers and cock, and most of all his dirty mouth have turned you into a dripping mess. It sticks to your thighs, Buckyās too as he rocks you against his pelvis in a steadily increasing pace.
Discomfort is still there, pulsing with a stinging cruelty as Buckyās cock stretches you. But his mouth on your nipple feels so good, his hands skimming up your back and over your hips, beneath the delicate fabric of your pretty summer dress.
And that fullness in your core starts feeling kinda good, too.
Bucky cooes as you sniffle, kissing your tears-streaked cheek. His thumb brushes your sensitive nub and you squeak as a shudder ripples through your body.
It makes you clench around him; sore, velvety walls clinging to the brutal girth spearing into you faster.Ā
Warning: 18+, Smut themes (lol), Prompt: Innocence (not my fault reader is a virgin okay?), discussions of sex, stripping, Pet names (kitten, honey), a lot of touching and kissing but they didn't do it (not yet), a sudden stop - (I wanted it to proceed but my smut muse left me QAQ)
Summary: Ari loves you, no matter what. What?! It's not like you have been hiding something from him, right?
W/C: 2.7k (can't believe i still didn't get them to fuck)
A/N: the second entry to for this amazing event organized by @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420 <3
It was supposed to be a fun date.
You watched a TikTok video about couples and friends picking out their favorite fabrics, and making a soft fuzzy blanket for each of them.
The tutorial was simple: Picking out two pieces of fabric, cutting them in half, and intertwining the edges with the other cut piece of fabric.
And the process was fun.
You and Ari spent some time in the mall, comparing fabrics before picking out your favorite, and headed home to make the blankets.
The outcome was wonderful. Soft and furry. A combination of your favorites. Not to mention, you can also leave the blankets at his place. And hence, the perfect excuse to visit his place more often.
You stumbled while stepping on the edge of the blanket accidentally when you were hugging each other, wrapped around in your blankets. You ended up knocking him onto the couch, which was the beginning of a slow and gentle make-out session.
But as you entangle further into each other, you can feel that this has become more than just making out. Your blankets have fallen to the ground, long forgotten by now.
"I've never had an orgasm before." You retreat from his eager lips, shuddering from the intimacy, and breathe. From the proximity of his cock digging into your clothed cunt even with your own cotton underwear still intact.
He is fucking massive. His cock is so damn hard and fucking massive.
"Hmm." He replies softly, his arms around you tighter, "Promise I'll make you feel good, kitten."
It's not about feeling good... you groan at yourself for sugarcoating the fact.
Avoiding his eyes, focusing on his reddened lips, the soft lips contrasting his whiskers, so skilled and gentle, you want to glue to his lips and kiss him for the rest of eternity.
Your hesitation to push further has him stop in his tracks and think.
And of course, he repeats what you say just to be certain.
"You've never come?" Quirking his eyebrows, he instantly feels sorry, and somewhat shocked for you, while knowing the answer already, "Not with yourself or your toys? Jesus." He mutters the exclamation, cradling your jaw with his large palm, "God, you ex-es are assholes."
Your previous relationships, as you have shared with Ari, are nothing you would qualify as "nice". Your first boyfriend from your teenage years broke up with you after you were both in college, and your second is a total douche.
-the reason why he is a douche, that you didn't share. Your second boyfriend was from college, Mason, started to chat with you in a bar. You shared the same interests but he wanted to have sex with you as soon as you said yes to "being his girlfriend". Needless to say, you weren't ready. And after asking three times, he broke up with you.
"I'm..." It's hard to say that word out loud, "I don't have any toys." You whisper. "And I've tried by myself. But ... it just never worked out."
"Is it the stress?" Ari asks, roaming his hand between your shoulder blades, "Are you nervous about coming?"
"I dunno." You sound slightly frustrated, shaking your head, "Never found the right spot, I guess."
Ari has a smirk plastered on his lips by now, "that sounds like a challenge." Toying with the elastic band of your cotton panties, his fingers ghost your lower back, "You'd tell me if anything makes you uncomfortable, right? So that I wouldn't hurt you?"
You nod to his words. But you are still nervous.
As he is about to pull your panties and your skirt down your thighs, and resume kissing again, you know you have to come clean. To tell him why you are tense about everything and anything.
"When I mean that I've never had an orgasm..." you pant as he trails a line of kisses down your throat.
"Yes?" His hands kneading your ass, pressing your waist to have you grind on his bulge. But he stops when he hears you, looking into your eyes again.
"I mean that..." You gulp nervously, "I've never had sex before."
The clogs in his head fall into place.
Never did you ever have sex before.
You.
Sex.
Never.
With zero experience on this subject.
Chris, what had he done? Thinking that he'd make you come, no doubt; he was rushing to prove himself, while you -
"You're a virgin." He blurts out on instinct, "You never had sex?" How can someone as beautiful and witty as you never have men throwing themselves at you? How is it possible that you are not cherished and loved as you should?
You thought he was going to judge you or leave you like another douche which you met at a friend's party two years ago, who got up from the bed and left as soon as you confessed because "Virgins are too clingy and attached".
"Yeah." You let out a shaky exhale. Your hand is still entangled with the base of his hair from the make-out session just now, and your heart beats like crazy, jumping out of your rib cage, not knowing how he would react.
"Fuck, baby." Ari takes over your lips with an open-mouthed kiss, "Fuck."
Swallowing your moans, Ari holds you with his arms so tight that you think you might suffocate.
āFuck, my pretty little thing.ā He kisses your arm, your shoulder, all the way to your neck, before locking his gaze with yours, "I'm going to treat you right. I'm going to have you cum on my tongue and my fingers, before I even consider splitting your pussy open with my cock. I'm going to have you cum so many times that your mind wouldn't think straight. Gonna take my time with you, kitten. Savor this virgin pussy. Tell you everything there is to know about, until you can cum on your own. And fuck, I'm going to ruin you. I'm going to take your innocence and get you high on orgasms. Get your pussy dripping for me. And you'll fuckin' love it, kitten, in fact," He smirks, pecking your lips before his thumb frees your lower lip from your teeth, "I'm going to make sure that you do."
Stripping feels like a tease.
His fingers delicate-light on your breasts. His knuckles would retreat as soon as they touch your body. He is unbuttoning your emerald green shirt, but the smile ghosting his face suggests otherwise. Ari's fingertip peeks into your shirt as the middle button pops open, traveling oh-so-close to your cleavage before drawing an invisible line down to the beginning of your stomach.
"Fucking precious." He mutters under his breath. His hand spreads over your back, holding you in place, while he presses his lips to the spot of skin your half-buttoned shirt reveals.
He is stripping you, but why is this getting you all riled up?
" 's not fair." You whine at his scorching lips, having you burning from your heart to the bottom of your stomach.
"What's not fair, hmm?" Ari asks in amusement, working your shirt buttons single-handedly, keeping his kisses on your skin, nibbling your collarbone.
Your whine turns into a high-pitched moan when you want to explain. When Ari slants his mouth over your nipple.
He didn't bother removing your shirt - which is now fully unbuttoned but still covering most of your skin in mere seconds - or unclasping your bra. He simply hooks his finger below the middle of your bra, and pulls. So that your breasts emerge from the edge of the bra, where he takes a nipple between his lips.
You try your best to give a sentence instead of lewd moans, "Not fair that... Ah - I'm the only one that-mmph, that's hot and bothered."
Ari chuckles. Your nipple slips out of his mouth with his shaky vibrations. Chuckles turn into laughs. Pushing his hair behind his ears, and when his laughter finally subdues, Ari confesses, "As much as I like to tear you apart and make you scream on my cock to show you that me being 'hot and bothered' right now, I'm preparing you, kitten. First orgasm is going to be intense, and I want you fully relaxed to enjoy it." He adds almost teasingly, "Not all sex is going to be like movies where they jump each other's bones and fuck."
"Oh." You mutter in embarrassment, because that's early what you've been thinking. Sex, or foreplay for now, with Ari, is nothing like what you have seen in the movies. And porn certainly didn't help since most of the time, fuck is all they do.
Blood rushes to your face as you feel bad about yourself for not knowing anything about sex.
"Hey. Look at me." He whispers after planting a kiss on your jaw, "I'm here to help, alright? I'm going to teach you about this. In a fun way." Ari smiles as he meets your hesitant eyes, "I'm here to make you feel safe. That you won't be afraid to ask. Though no promises on the 'ask' part, your pretty mouth might be occupied for some time."
That you might know something of. About the "occupied" part.
"You mean giving head?" You raise your question more boldly this time, but your cheeks are still heated as this is the first time you actually discuss sex with your partner, which is about to happen to you.
"No." Ari shakes his head, still amused, "What I mean was you will be busy moaning and crying out my name. But we would get to that, giving head, to see how far you can take me down your throat, or your gag reflex."
"My gag reflex is annoying." You sigh, not sure how this would pan out, "I'd hurl even if I'm brushing my teeth.
"That would be another discussion we would have before trying oral." Ari announces, moving your attention away from the fear of gagging on his cock, and onto your body, "And I think we need a little ground rules." He steals a kiss on top of your cleavage, "It's the traffic light system. When I'm asking you if you are okay, you can answer in color, or you can tell me your color if you feel uncomfortable."
"My color?"
"It's the same as traffic lights. Green means go, means you're okay, perfectly fine. Yellow is pause. I will have to further check on you, if my actions were too intense, or if you feel like you are on the edge of breaking, or uncomfortable in any way. Red means full stop. I will be stopping whenever you say 'red'. But you don't have to worry about the difference between yellow and red. If you don't feel like continuing after I check with you or you prefer to stop fully after a yellow break, that's also okay. What's important is you tell me how you feel so I can stop before hurting you."
"But you're not going to hurt me." You purse your lips together and ask, "I trust you that you won't ā¦ ?"
"I know, kitten. Thank you for that." Ari squeezes your thigh, "The color system is just a precaution. You might be yellow or red if I pushed you too hard. Or your orgasm is hard and rough so I have to check whether you're okay for another round."
"Another round?" You can't help but stray from the main topic for a little bit. Your eyes widened, curious, "How many orgasms can a person have in a row?"
"My record was four. After the fourth, it gets too sensitive for me to continue." Ari answers your question patiently, "But everyone is different and every time is different. You might be having an intense orgasm that gets you overstimulated. Or it hasn't been too much stimulation that you feel like you can have another round."
You nod to confirm that you understand.
āNo more questions? Good.ā Ari pinches your chin with his thumb and index finger, and pulls your shirt down with his other hand, āTheory session is over. Time for practice.ā
How he manages to unclasp your bra single-handedly, you have absolutely no idea. Your mind is occupied with his beard chafing your breasts, with his soft lips mapping every inch of your body. And the fabric falls onto the floor, just like the blankets.
āIs it okay if I take your skirt off?ā He pants into your skin, his blue eyes swirling waves of endless lust, pulling you in, coaxing you to say āyesā.
You whine as his palm weighs your tits. The strange yet delightful sensation of being touched by him meddles with your brain from speaking coherent sentences.
ā āMmphā doesnāt count, kitten.ā Ari tilts your chin so you can see him directly in the eyes, āI need a yes before going further, baby.ā He presses another kiss to the valley of your breasts, before huffing out a small laugh, āWe agreed on that.ā
āYes.ā You choke out, āYes please.ā
His eyes darken per your permission, or that could be your brain misinterpreting your visual signals because it seems like not a single brain cell remains after what he did to your body. Tugging the skirt down your knees, he helps you step out of it and sit on his lap again.
āCan you, um ā¦ take it off?ā You whisper by his lips, clutching his flannel as if your life depended on it.
āWhat is it, baby?ā He asks you gently, trailing kisses along your wrist.
āYour clothes.ā The rush of blood begins to take over your cheeks, you can practically feel your face burning, āI want to feel you.ā
He could have his heart carved out for you with your whimpering voice pleading. His heart melts into a gooey puddle, bubbling for all the love he has harbored deep down. ā ācourse, kitten.ā
The clothing that clung to his body a second ago joins the rest of yours on the floor.
You let out a small gasp at his chest. You know heās big but damn, you werenāt aware of how big he actually is with the hindrance of his shirts and flannels. The huge biceps - you have seen and felt those before, but they are less attention-capturing than his chest and six pecs, and a few dark inks scattered over his torso. The most prominent one stares right back at your face. A huge eagle spreading its wings over his right chest.Ā
In your old-fashioned and probably outdated opinion, tattoos were for bad boys, the type of person who would trick you into having sex and doing drugs and dye their hair in the most bizarre colors on this planet. Definitely a bad influence, most certainly could create a dent in your perfect GPA scores, or so you have been told in the early years of your life.Ā
Ari, however, is nothing like what your parents described as a typical ābad boyā. He has a standard nine-to-five job, volunteers at the animal shelter on weekends, and is the most chivalrous man you have ever met. You would never link him to tattoos.
Until now.
A smug grin creeps on his lips. Unknowingly, you have voiced your thoughts out loud.
āAw, bad boy, huh?ā He coos and muses at your choice of words and coaxes another kiss from your lips, taking your hand and placing it on his chest, āCute.ā
āYouāre -ā You practically squeal from the contact of his skin and your palm, āwarm.āĀ
He laughs, his thumb caressing your throat, tracing the movement of the muscles as you swallow nervously.
ā ācourse Iām warm, honey. Iām not a vampire.ā
He guides your hand to feel his skin, the pumping of his heart, and the astonishing softness of his pecs, which surprises you a little when he tightens his muscles so that they become hard all of a sudden. He allows you to venture onto his back, throwing out casually, very casually that he plans on having another tattoo on his back.
āBad enough for your liking?ā With a mischievous glimmer in his eyes, Ari slowly mouthes his way down your body to the point just above your mound.
A mumbling noise is all that your language system has been able to produce so far.
āLook at me, kitten.ā He instructs with his low, throaty voice. It could be the lighting, but his eyes turn darker than before, āI want you to watch me while I ruin you.ā
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I don't know if I'm more š„ŗ or š„µ at Ari in this. He's so fucking hot and the way he patiently treats her makes him even hotter.
idk, rough and primal is super hot, but there's something extra spicy in the "teaching" aspect and drawing all that pleasure out š« you just know she's gonna be a braindead mess before he even slides his cock inside š„“
Randomly self-attacking myself with a thot on waking up that first day in Apex Alpha Steve's house (now also your cage).
It's like waking in the heart of the forest. Because you are, in fact, deep in the woods. The house is mostly glass, so you're constantly reminded of the wilderness.
The interior is dark wood and accents of cream that catches light. The bed is huge, but you'd rather not think for what purposes.
You're still sore, sticky (despite Steve cleaning you up earlier; he just filled you so much it keeps leaking out), naked between the layers of soft cotton and faux fur.
Steve moves the moment you stir. A predator who mercilessly granted you hours of sleep, but won't hold off his hunger.
He rips the sheets away and spreads you open, despite your protests. He loves them, those pitiful, soft sounds make him even harder. As does the fact you try to push him away, but are too scared of him to actually fight him.
He feasts on your ripe taste, forcing a string of climaxes out of you before he hooks your ankles over his shoulders and folds you into mating press.
He fills you in a single, savage thrust.
The best worst part is how he mocks and praises your body's responses when he simply stays buried deep inside of you and spills filthy promises of fucking you full.
"Little fox," he smiles cruelly, "you cry big protests, and yet your sweet cunt keeps clenching and weeping for the brutal breeding."
summary: You milked the job at Inferno for more than the paycheck offered and you were satisfied with that. But when the shiny opportunity presents itself to you on a platter, how could you not reach for that forbidden golden card? Though, this time, it's truly a bite bigger than you can chew...
warnings: dark!Steve; A/B/O; secret society; semi-dystopian; non-con manipulated into cnc; primal kink; chase kink; rough sex; fear kink; manhandling; biting; bruising; struggle kink; breeding kink; size kink; light exhibitionism (forced); Steve is un-fucking-hinged!; dirty talk; mention of knotting, but no actual knotting; mention of killing;
word count: 9.6k
Author's Note: Another of the Apex Alphas from the Inferno universe. I've been working on it for months (very very slowly), but finally the Kinky Monster Cocktober presented itself as a perfect opportunity to let that Alpha finally catch me š¤ Special thanks to @stargazingfangirl18 for being possibly the most feral for Inferno Alphasš
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A small, annoyed huff left your lips when you felt your shorts roll up on your right asscheek. At this point you didnāt stop to readjust it, the damn thing would keep riding up anyway.Ā
Who knew, with the crowds tonight it could even bring you a few bonuses.Ā
The two tables you were assigned to service were occupied by the more prominent batch of the forsaken metropolia. Ones that could afford to pay for individual service on the second level of Inferno and, potentially, advance their night into a higher level for more lewd fun. Types that thought themselves to be influential and important, but were merely separated by a ribbon sash from the broken hoards on the first level.Ā
The bigger sharks were on levels from four to eight; those who came here not to posture or boost their ego, but simply for sating their twisted desires. It was no secrecy what happened on higher levels, though you still suspected you were given a brief summary of the depraved acts happening there.
A small part of you occasionally wondered how it would be to enter those levels, but the dark itch snuffed out quickly under the more pragmatic needs.Ā
Your pretty green card was all you needed. You told Astoria as much when she proposed to promote you to blue. Playing the part, you fed her lies about being too shy and too uncoordinated to dance for leering Betas and Alphas.Ā
The truth was: it would be harder to hoard information for later use.
On upper levels, patrons watched, drank and fucked. They rarely talked among themselves, unless it was to share filthy ideas of what to do with an Omega that caught their eye.Ā
However, on the second level, they met to talk business, to share gossip, to sell information. Scraps you plucked from their mouths without them paying attention.Ā
Those were the bites that fed you and your group. A stolen crate of medication from a shipment in the docks, which brought your lot money to last for nearly two months. Smooth breaking and entering the house of an officiant that left for vacation. Offering a few sets of hands to a contractor that looked for ācheap hireā - yeah, it was cheap, but for you it was still a nice boost of cash. Avoiding police raids.Ā
All thanks to spending long nights carrying drinks and snacks for the stupid wannabes.Ā
You didnāt feel an ounce of remorse. The world you were born into and grew up in was merciless toward Omegas. None of these assholes around you cared for an Omega, why should you care for their careers or lives.Ā
Centuries ago, supposedly, Alphas had an instinct to provide and care. Omegas to nurture and support. As civilization collapsed into a heap of jaded degenerates, none of the designations remained what it once was. Power still decided whoās on top of the food chain, but needs other than simple survival went extinct. No heats, no ruts, no need to nest. Most of the pregnancies were unplanned, since even those Alphas desiring to fuck an Omega to the ground lacked the ancestorās primal need to breed.Ā
Which was all good, in your opinion. Less obstacles on Omegaās path to survival.
What would even be the point of bringing a child to this world if youād be unable to protect it. Unable to provide comfort and safety. What point, if for years you were the strong one and not a single fucker around you seemed to reflect a ghost of legendary Alphas.Ā
Your own father, as much as you loved him, was a poor excuse of a provider for the family. Always shaking like a leaf, always keeping his head down, stickler for the rules that brought him nothing but poverty and disrespect. He had more of that emotional caring, at least, but unfortunately it didnāt feed mouths.Ā
It didnāt save your mother when she got sick.
You were barely eleven then, but it was you who tried to break into an apothecary. Of course you got caught. If it wasnāt for an officerās exhaustion - he wasnāt merciful, he was just tired and didnāt feel like doing all the paperwork after his shift - youād be sentenced. He scared you to death with threats, then let you go.Ā
Your father did nothing. Didnāt try to steal, didnāt seek alliances, didnāt try any shady work.Ā
You loved your father, but you lost your respect for him.Ā
Perhaps it was a cruel assessment, but the times were even more cruel. So by the time you were thirteen, you already joined a small group of street smart teenagers. You looked out for each other - within limits of reason. It served to work together and you were loyal, but to a point.
After all, this world demanded everyone to look out for themselves.
So you put on your sweet smile, recognizing the two of the patrons that became your regulars over the past months. With new guests you had to figure out what type of waitress they preferred - a shy one, or a flirtatious one. With regulars putting up a mask was much easier.Ā
āYour drinks, gentlemen.ā You greeted politely, stopping right next to the one who self-proclaimed himself the leader.Ā
Pete Brenner. The Quadrant Overwatcher.Ā
A transfigured version of what used to be a district attorney position, reduced to a smaller part of the metropolis. With power to bully locals living in his quadrant, but in reality holding no power whatsoever in the grand scheme of things. He sure hoped to become The District Overwatcher.
āNicely topped off, sweetcheeks.ā Brenner voiced his approval as if you even cared for it.
āIād never let anyone scam you here, Mr Brenner,ā you replied, with just a pinch of coy flirtation that tickled his ego, but wouldnāt put a target on you.Ā
His mouth opened, but neither dismissal nor a repulsive offer came out. His gaze flicked over your shoulder and his whole demeanor shifted. He straightened, his face going serious. With a wave of two of his fingers he dismissed you.Ā
Which youād happily do, but as you turned, an enormous shadow fell over you. A step before you grew an imposing, dark figure. It seemed your eyes had to go up and up to reach the face of the newcomer. When they did, your insides quivered in instinctive terror.
Former designation traits may have died out, but the fear was the basis of survival so it remained the most accurately functioning instinct.Ā
And it screamed at you to play dead.
Donāt run, because that beast could follow.
Gone were the days when men wearing suits were considered charming gentlemen. This man might be depicted by the controlled media as the paragon of law and propriety, but those values were warped and deformed. The reality was that he decided what law was and how it was executed. And he didnāt care for honor or justice.Ā
Steve Rogers.Ā
Beside the tv screen, you havenāt seen him once in person, despite working at the Inferno for two years now.Ā
Men like Rogers didnāt roam the clubās floors, especially the lowest levels. Even as one of the four owners of the place. Perhaps he visited the top levels on occasions, who knew what depraved cravings a predator like him had.Ā
In person, especially barely at an armās length from you, he was more intimidating than in the media.Ā
Long legs, with thighs stretching the fabric of his suit pants. He had his hands in his pockets, but somehow you knew they were big and lethal. Wide chest spanning out to the broadest shoulders youāve ever seen. A tendon in his neck twitched as he tilted his head marginally. His jaw was perfectly clean shaven, chiseled sharp. Cold, blue eyes stared down at you - assessing and dismissing at the same time.
āBring another round of drinks,ā his order came in a surprisingly drawled, bored tone, āfor the upcoming toast.āĀ
āY-yes, Mr Rogers.ā You dropped your gaze, scurrying past him in long hops.Ā
There were dumb fishes to fillet here, but you werenāt suicidal to play any games with that shark. He was bigger than a shark. More dangerous, too. A fucking creature from the depths.Ā
You took ten calming breaths before you forced yourself to walk back to their box. Tray perfectly balanced in your hands, you maneuvered between other tables. You forced yourself to focus on the filled glasses, not daring to lift your gaze up to anyone. Especially, since the towering executioner was still standing at the table.Ā
As his voice flowed, however, you couldnāt help picking up the precious fragments of information that had the power to change your life forever.Ā
āBring it tomorrow before the night opening. Through Astoriaās office. The elevator will be waiting for you.āĀ
The elevator.Ā
The private one that was code locked and no one beside the four owners had access to it. The only one that led to the highest level, the last circle of hell. Accessible via only one golden keycard.Ā
Though no one was ever known to enter it, Omegas had their suspicions about it. Considering only the owners had access to the elevator that led to the ninth level, they assumed it was a private entertainment for the top Alphas. For special guests, or maybe for the owners themselves.Ā
While you understood that assumption, you saw inconsistencies.Ā
No one was ever invited there. Even if an Omega had signed in blood a non-disclosure agreement, someone wouldāve noticed and gossiped. All the time you worked at Inferno, not a single Omega was rumored to have been given the golden card.Ā
For a while, you suspected it was Astoriaās card, which she displayed as a mark of her high position over all of you. With her intellect and control over the Omegas at Inferno, she could be granted the bonus of accessing the highest level. Of course she flatly denied it when you asked her one time. Even gave you that cold stare, warning you away from it. You wouldnāt expect someone as sharp as her to simply admit to it.Ā
If it was Astoriaās key card then it held the potential of opening a treasure chest. A whole fucking cave of treasure.Ā
Astoria had connections, supplies, wealth, which you could only dream of. Surely, if you scooped a tiny bit of it she wouldnāt mind, right? You werenāt a dumb amateur to steal something major that would instantly put an axe to your neck. Youād be clever about it, finding innocuous threads that donāt make a difference for Astoria but greatly improve your living standards.
With excitement bubbling in your chest, you quickly slid drinks around the table, swiftly snatching back any empty glasses from the prior round. You were about to retreat into the shadows of your duties, but you paused to glance at the biggest Alpha you had a chance to meet.
āAnything for you, Mr Rogers?ā You brought an extra drink of the same booze, but he didnāt reach for it. Probably deeming it a piss poor substitute for the real expensive shit he got served in whatever dark level he roamed around.Ā
When his eyes snapped to you, breath hitched in your lungs. In the dimmed lights of the club his irises glowed iridescent blue, beautiful and terrifying.Ā
Some unknown part of your brain tingled with awareness, urging you to stare into his eyes while gracefully dropping down to your knees. It was different from the petrified reaction of crumbling at an abusive Alphaās feet and begging for mercy. It was an impulse that felt strange, yet so natural.Ā
You fought against following it. You dropped your gaze, cutting off the mesmerizing connection with the Alphaās eyes.Ā
āNo, thank you.ā There was no actual charm in Rogersā voice, but the polite words - while clipped - were a rarity, as unique as shiny gems in the grime of the sewers.Ā
With a quick nod, you turned on your heel and walked away. Inwardly, you thought that Brenner and his entourage may toast whatever opportunity heās been given, but yours was greater compared to his. For him it was merely a step. If all went well, for you it would be a leap.Ā
Continuing with your shift, you formed a plan stone by little stone, until you had a whole path carved in your mind to start on the next day.Ā
Coming two hours before the gates to hell opened wasnāt suspicious if you had a waitressing position. Omegas on the first and second floor, like you, often came earlier to help the bartenders. You frequently came early to gather any juicy scoop on who might be coming that night and was worth snooping around. The guards merely glanced at the green keycard you waved.Ā
Years on the streets have taught you to be aware of your surroundings, to notice shifts and changes, as well to recognize returning faces. It took you a split of a second to notice Astoria leave her office and head toward the patronsā elevator, on her routine duty of checking every floor from the highest to lowest, before the night started.Ā
Her office door was automatically locked, opened with a keycard or a pin code. But you bravely marched forward, certain that this special evening it was supposed to stay open for Brenner to slip in and use the private elevator. Besides, if anything went wrong, you could always claim you were looking for Astoria herself.Ā
Blood pumped in your veins with a rush of adrenaline, a spike between excited and reasonable fear.
The door slid open with ease and it felt like a new chapter of your life rolling out a tattered red carpet for you. The glass box taking up the space of one wall lured with its colorful contents - the few keycards for various levels.Ā
But the one calling out for you was the one at the top.Ā
A single nugget of gold you itched to snatch, like an obsessed dragon hungry for the treasure and mindless of the alarm bells warning you of terrible curses awaiting.Ā
You hesitated only a heartbeat, then carefully opened the glass case. You had to strain on your tiptoes to brush your fingertips against the golden keycard. When it finally landed in your hands, you clutched it to your chest like the most precious finding. Its size and weight didnāt differ from the green keycard you had, yet something about it felt heavy.
As if it strung along a sense of dread.Ā
For the first time, you doubted if you should proceed. You shook that off. Even if the ninth floor didnāt store treasures, you were too curious to pass on that opportunity. To peek into the mysterious floor at least once.Ā
You quickly padded toward the shiny door of the private elevator. Your reflection was a shadowy silhouette, half the size of the surprisingly massive door. There was a panel on the side, but the digital numbers which usually had to glow were now dark and muted. Only one square at the bottom illuminated neon yellow.Ā
Bracing for potential blare of alarm, you took a deep breath and pressed it with the pad of your finger.Ā
No sirens resounded, only a quiet swish of door opening. You jumped inside immediately. You gasped as the elevator closed, engulfing you in semi-darkness. There were no buttons inside to choose a floor, which you found weird since the private elevator shaft went through all the floors. How did it know where to go or where to stop?Ā
It only occurred to you at that moment that you had no idea if the elevator would take you back up.
You clutched the golden keycard in your hand, with a rapidly quickening heartbeat waiting for the plummet into the lowest circle. Earlier bravado and hunger for benefits dimmed as the light filling the space seemed to hue from pale yellow to red.Ā
When the elevator finally stopped and the door smoothly slid open, flickers of yellow and orange greeted you in the otherwise dark space. Not a sound, but eerie silence awaited on the other side.Ā
Your eyebrows drew in a frown as you warily stepped out of the elevator. You expected a floor as spacious as all the others, but instead it appeared to be a circular chamber with walls made of stone. More than a contrast to the glass and steel of the whole Inferno building. The marble floor was cold beneath your bare feet, unlike the heated floors of the upper levels.Ā
There were no nooks, nor shelves along the tall walls. Only a grand, iron chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and a round, wooden table beneath it. With four chairs. Each adorned with a detailed carving of an animal crest.Ā
Your attention, however, was drawn to the massive double door on the other side of the chamber. Carved into stone walls like a passage to an ancient world; buried, forgotten, and full of mysteries.Ā
The door was open wide, but beside the few inches of stone flooring right behind the threshold, you couldnāt see what was inside. The darkness there seemed too thick. Sconce lights along the wall casted merely a smudge of light.
You glanced around as your feet carried you past the table. There was no one inside. Only your heartbeat filled the space.Ā
Yet you felt eyes following your every move.
Twisting your head back and side, you couldnāt find a flicker of light that would betray a camera catching your trespassing. But the feeling didnāt ease, prickling at the nape of your neck with conviction that a predator lurked somewhere here.Ā
Swallowing a sudden lump in your throat, you stopped in front of the monstrous door, tilting your head back to read the sign carved above it.
Lasciate ogni speranza, voi chāentrate.
You had no idea what that meant, but you didnāt need to know latin to suspect it was a vow of something terrible. Any reasonable person would pivot on their heel and leave. You couldnāt back down. You didnāt want to be a coward. Didnāt want to miss the opportunity that for so many Omegas would be life-changing.Ā
You stepped into the dark corridor. It looked endless. Spots of light were reaching just into a point, but as you neared it, they continued to appear further. It took you a moment to realize they werenāt reacting to movement, they were constantly lit, but the corridor itself wasnāt straight. It curved and curved.Ā
A spiral.Ā
Probably curling around the central chamber, wider and wider circles each pass.Ā
You werenāt far into it when the hair on your arms and the back of your neck stood to attention. The smallest gust of wind tickled somewhere between your ankles, alerting you of a movement behind you.Ā
Heart pounding in your chest, you slowly turned around. And screamed.Ā
A monster prowled forward, its huge silhouette emerging from the darkness and brushing between the blotches of light from the sconces.Ā
Its animalistic face glinted steel, sharp teeth out in the open ready to maul your flesh.Ā
But then it came further into the light and you noticed the human shape of the rest of its body. Massive, still so much bigger, but definitely human. Wearing heavy, combat boots and black pants similar to those worn by Strike teams. His upper body was bare. Displayed like a sculpture of exaggerated perfection that bloomed from smooth waist into broad strokes of chest and shoulders. His arms seemed built of cords and curves, even as they stayed slack at his sides, not flexing in strain.Ā
As your gaze traveled upward, along his neck and the curve of his jaw, you realized the monstrous face you first noticed was in fact a metal mask. Depicting a wolf.Ā
It covered the manās face; protruding snout and sharp teeth hiding his mouth in shadows. His eyes appeared dark, but with the mask on and the shadows filling the corridor it was impossible to say if that was their real color, or if it was a deceit.Ā
āLittle, cunning fox.ā His voice carried smoothly, its deep timbre resembling an actual growl.Ā
You couldnāt tell which aspect of him betrayed it, but you felt it deep in your guts that this was an Alpha.Ā
And not an ordinary one.Ā
Markers of scents, as well pheromonal reactions have been extinct for decades, if not a century, so it wasnāt your sense picking up on it. Not every Alpha was built like a monument, either. Yet you felt it, to the very fiber of your being.Ā
Not one to be spiritual, or seek grains of truths in legends, but you wouldnāt be surprised if he turned out to be some ancient Alpha monster who slept in these underground ruins for centuries. Awoke now to devour fresh prey.Ā
āI- ā words were stuck in your throat, fighting for space with your heart that wanted to escape, but you managed to blurt out - āIām sorry!ā
āDonāt be. Youāre exactly where youāre supposed to be.āĀ
You shook your head, frowning, as you tried to understand his implication. It wasnāt a place you were ever supposed to find. After all, you snuck in here after cheating the odds, thanks to an overheard conversation. That golden card wasnāt gifted to you.Ā
The Wolf lifted his arms, brushing the walls of the corridor with his fingers. Fuck, youād be unable to pass him on either side, heād catch you easily with how his whole frame filled the space.Ā
āSo clever and resourceful. So determined. So-ā though you couldnāt see it, somehow you knew his mouth curved into a wicked grin - āhungry for thrill.āĀ
āNo, Iām not. Iām just trying to survive.ā For years, since youāve been a teenager, it was all about surviving in the cold, careless world.Ā
āAnd youāre doing it impressively.ā He gave a solemn nod. āQuick-witted. Though your company was rather annoying.ā
āIām here alone!ā You quickly supplied.
You suspected he meant the crew youāve been working with for years. A band of street raised teenagers who grew into shifty adults, using each other not as support but a means to an end. As long as most of you survived, it worked for everybody. You had no foolish ideas about what it was. Still, you wouldnāt so easily hand them over. After some pain, maybe, but not so fast.Ā
āYouāre here with me.ā There was something in the Alpha's suddenly cold snap that sent familiar shivers down your spine.Ā
āOut there, however,ā he continued, āyou shared your scrappy talents with an ungrateful batch. Despite being the main source of your bandās intel they wouldnāt hesitate to profit off of you. That pitiful self-proclaimed leader, Mason, was scheming to get a deal on you.ā
Your fingers clenched into fists, edges of the golden keycard cutting into your skin. A part of you wanted to deny this accusation, out of pure spite. But you never claimed to trust anyone with your life, including the people with whom you often conspired to steal a crumb. Still, it hurt for some reason, to hear that the same people planned on curating your doom.Ā
āFound himself a hungry buyer. Pete Brenner.ā The Wolf spat that name with disdain.Ā
Heart lurched to your throat, squeezing there along with a shocked gasp. Was that why you were here? But it was Brenner who had been instructed to come via the private elevator, they couldnāt know you would-
āBrenner was too lazy to orchestrate your relocation, he needed Mason to lead you right into him in his district. Thinking youād be sweetly lured.ā You couldnāt see clearly, but you were sure he just rolled his eyes.Ā
āHow do you know all of that?ā And why are you telling me all of this?Ā
The Wolfās head tilted to the side. His fingertips caressed the stone walls as he took a step towards you. A step you instinctively met with your own small step back.Ā
āI know everything.ā He chuckled darkly. āEverything that happens in this city. Every broken rule. Every resistance. Every connection.āĀ
He slowly prowled forward and you shuffled backwards, your blood filling with heating adrenaline that was about to reach a boiling point.Ā
āI know youāre not the kind to be lured sweetly. All those years fighting to stay afloat in the murky waters that you absorbed the darkness. Sniffing out goodies, stealing information, dancing in the shadows.ā With each sentence he came forward. Still slow, seemingly unbothered by your retreating form. āYou may hate it, like all do, but you grew to enjoy the chase. And I want to teach you-ā
ā -to enjoy being hunted.āĀ
Scream stuck in your own head, or maybe it was the wheezing sound of your blood drowning your insides. You moved faster than ever before, turning around and bolting further down the corridor.Ā
You had no idea where it led, what other dangers awaited at the end, if there even was an end!, but you had to run. Far away from the monster you knew would give chase.Ā
Perhaps, it went against logic. If he wanted to hunt you, shouldnāt you provide him with the complete opposite? But your brain appeared to malfunction, too terrified to form up witty plans and outsmart the Alpha. It pulsed with one thought now - run!Ā
Terror fueled your moves, but there were other flickers heating up beneath your skin. Youāve run plenty of times in your life, but none of your escapes stirred fizzy bubbles popping in your veins with drunk endorphins.Ā
Raw cry ripped out of your lungs when a heavy arm wrapped around your middle, shoving you against the wall in a sharp move. Those bubbles spiraled in a burst, making you fight against the warm mass pressing you against the hard stone, but also stiffening your nipples.Ā
āNo! Let me go!ā Your hands slapped against his chest and arms, legs kicking outward, trying to yank you from the cage of his presence.Ā
Swiftly, he trapped your wrists above your head. His hips pressed into you, immobilizing your legs. A whimper escaped your lips when you saw, and felt, how truly big and overpowering he was. Dark eyes stared at you from behind the creepy wolf mask. The snout and teeth of it still obscured fine details of his face, but up close you saw the sinister curve of his lips.Ā
āOh, I will,ā his promise didnāt bring you any relief; rather vowed a worse fate. āAfter all, weāre just getting started.āĀ
āWhat do you want?!ā You jerked in his hold, but he didnāt allow you much movement.
āWhat we both want, little fox.ā He leaned closer. Cold metal of his mask brushed your cheek as he moved to whisper in your ear - āTo fuck you raw.ā
The world stilled. Your heart stuttered its pace. Your eyes widened as you stared at the nameless, masked Alpha holding you in his clutches with the cruel confidence of a heartless executioner. However, your blood didnāt run cold, like it probably would if he laid the fate you expected at first - your death.Ā
As he revealed his hunger, a wave of heat swallowed you under.
āI donāt want it! I donāt-ā you cried your protests, once again squirming against his hold.Ā
He laughed. A short bark of astoundingly soft, deep sound.Ā
The Alpha pressed closer against you, causing your boobs to squish against his broad chest. He undoubtedly could feel the poke of your stiffened nipples. So imposing. So damn scary. You were a step away from pissing yourself from fear. Or was it some other kind of wetnessā¦Ā
āDonāt you?ā He teased, rolling his hips against your lower belly.Ā
You squeaked, shaking your head.Ā
Slightly leaning back, he looked down at you. His irises, still shadowed, glinted something menacing. He gripped one of your wrists in one of his hands and lowered your arm. Then brought it to his torso. He made you splay your fingers over his pectoral, made you feel the pleasant warmth of his skin and the muscle straining beneath it.Ā
Slowly, he guided your fingers down his naked chest; forcing you to trail the ridges of carved muscles. Down, and down, and down, where the golden trail of short hair under his belly button darkened as it led underneath the waistband of his pants.
Your breast swelled, even as your mind fought to make yourself nauseous at the thought of being made to cup his bulge.Ā
But he didnāt force you to touch it. Instead, he moved your hand to your own belly. Fingers uncurled from around your wrist and his whole palm covered yours. So fucking bigger than your own.Ā
He pressed his fingers on top of yours, then slid them beneath the waistband of your shorts. Pushed them deeper, until they covered your heated pussy. You tried to stop your gasp as he forced one of your digits (along with his own) to spread your cut.Ā
He made you rub your tingling clit; short swipes over the already slick button.Ā
Then he yanked your hands out, bringing your glistening fingers up into the faint light. Shame and dread stirred tears in your eyes. You really didnāt want to respond to that beast of a man, why was your body betraying you?Ā
A zap of current snapped from your chest down to your clit when the Alpha flicked his tongue against your wet fingertip then suckled on it.Ā
āDonāt worry,ā he nipped your finger, āI still want you to keep repeating how much you donāt want it.āĀ
You couldnāt help the quiver that rocked your body. He was getting off on you fighting him.Ā
āAw, no need for that face, my sweet fox.ā He cooed. āI wonāt just break you for my amusement. Iām not a poor excuse of an Alpha like Brenner.ā
āNo. Youāre not meant to be used and tossed out. Youāre meant to be owned.ā He swiped his hand over your head in a gentle caress. āWhich is why I broke twenty bones in Brennerās body before I gutted him.ā
āIf you run far enough you might find him. I could-ā his lips curved in a wicked grin- āfuck you next to his body.āĀ
āThatās disgusting!ā You blurted out, making a face, not sure if you were more repulsed by the gruesome murder he just depicted, or the idea of being fucked next to a corpse.Ā
āThatās the law of nature.ā His tone switched to a cold, unyielding harshness that terrified you. His hand, which stroked you just a moment ago, now curled around the front of your neck.
āThe bigger predator kills the smaller one-ā he pressed against you again, crushing you into the wall- āThen rightfully takes the Omegaās tight cunt and breeds her full.āĀ
Feeling of dread poured over you with a heavy mass, but within that clogging weight pulsed something hot; sizzling in the synapses that seemed to awake in the unused parts of your brain.Ā
The Wolf didnāt choke you, but you didnāt dare to shake your head in response to his words. Only your eyes brimmed with salty tears as you stared up into the cold mask.Ā
āNow run, little fox. I want to execute my fucking law.āĀ
His fingers spasmed lightly around your neck, for a flicker of a moment before he was releasing you from his grip completely. He took a step back.Ā
It wasnāt freedom nor mercy. It was an appetizer to a monsterās feast. Yet you couldnāt make yourself stay in place, or drop down to plead for mercy. Somehow you knew it wouldnāt come. Not in the form you hoped for.Ā
You started forward, begging the darkness to swallow you. The corridor kept stretching and stretching further, neverending. Sconces of light thinned, turning the spiral labyrinth scarier, though at the same time it fed you false hope of getting so lost in the shadows that the Alpha wouldnāt find you.Ā
Blood rushed through your veins, filling your head with crashing waves. Through it, the echo of your heart sang a staccato of trepidation. With a growing, melodic thrum that struck your body like it was a violin - plucking at strain chords, and each tremble reverberated straight to your pussy.
You didnāt want to comprehend why your body responded to scary violence. Your focus was on escaping, not on what the Alpha would do to you once he caught you.Ā
But there was no light at the end of that tunnel, only the prospect of a beast pinning you down and ravishing you in a most primal way.Ā
Another inner chord struck, vibrating with an aroused hum that rippled through your whole body.Ā
The harder you tried to run, the more excitement bubbled. When you heard heavy footsteps behind you, your core pulsed. As you feared being fucked against your will, your cunt primed itself for the painful pleasure.Ā
It was madness.
It was wild.Ā
And when the massive body of the Alpha collided with yours the sound that left your throat wasnāt a shrill scream, but something more guttural. Animalistic.Ā
He didnāt shield you from the harsh ground; your hands and knees scraped against the cold stones as he pushed you down. One hand gripped the fabric of your top, the other yanked at your shorts. There was no teasing, no gently built threat, but a hungry determination.Ā
āNo!ā You tried to kick back at him, but your bare foot made no impression on the steel muscles in his thick thigh.Ā
Fabric of your top ripped at the seams, useless scraps falling down. Graze of cold steel along your bare back was followed by a warm, wet swipe of tongue. Soft lips brushed your skin, only to bruise it with a nip of sharp teeth a second later.Ā
He didnāt explore your body like a passionate lover might, but rather devoured - greedy and insatiable.Ā
A large palm cupped one of your breasts. A nearly tender swipe of a thumb over your nipple, then a squeeze, a pinch. It skated the edge of pain, yet your other breast felt abandoned and cold. Some part of you was looking to snarl if he wouldnāt deliver attention there.Ā
Shocked by that thought, and the magnitude of inadequate reaction of your body, you attempted to scramble forward.Ā
He grabbed your hips, yanking you back. Your ass slammed right into his pelvis, the hardness of his cock against your asscheek froze you. Though it wasnāt only terror. There wasā¦ curiosity.
Which snapped when the Alpha pulled your shorts down your thighs.Ā
There was nothing slow in his movements. Each grip and rip were hungry and sharp. A continuation of the chase, even as he had you splayed beneath him.Ā
A stinging slap that made you cry out. Hands spreading your thighs wider. A knee forced between them, trapping the fabric of your bottoms to the ground.Ā
āFucking primed for me.ā He groaned in delight, swiping between your wet folds with brutal fingers.Ā
āDo you like it like that, little fox?ā Two of his fingers stretched your hole; his other hand clamping on one of your shoulders and holding you in place.Ā
āDo you like being my prey?ā Cruel words brushed along your skin, following the cool touch of the wolf maskās snout. āBeing chased and caught. Forced to the ground. Powerless against me.āĀ
He kissed the back of your neck. Then bit it. Without breaking skin, but he put enough force into it to undoubtedly leave a mark. The maskās metal canines scraped your skin, as well.Ā
āAbout to get fucked-ā his fingers drove into you mercilessly; your slick sprinkling onto his hand.Ā
āDonāt- donāt- donāt-ā you chanted pleadings with a teary voice, yet your hips kept eagerly rocking back against his hand.Ā Ā
āIām going to split that tight cunt on my fat cock.ā He growled; tightening his grip on your shoulder, he pressed your chest down to the ground. āI will make you take every fucking inch, keep you on it even if you sob itās too much.āĀ
His fingers withdrew with a squelching sound; flickers of embarrassment fell flat compared to the flames of frustrated need that trickled down your inner thigh.Ā
The sound of a zipper being undone made you shiver. You shook your head frantically, tears wetting your eyelashes. Alphaās hand moved from your shoulder to the back of your head. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, close to the roots.Ā Ā
āIām going to fuck you right here.ā You felt the press of velvet hot, tapered tip against your hole. āOn the ground, in the dirt. Rough and raw. Until your body burns through the pain and pleasure, until you're a numb ruin that feels nothing but the slosh of my cum filling you.ā
Fingers digging into the meat of your hip, he pushed in. A single stroke that buried him to the hilt before your loud cry at the intrusion ceased into a whimper.Ā
Maybe it was a mercy that he didnāt toy with you, didnāt make you suffer prolonged slide, feeding you inch by inch of that big - too big - cock. Just a savage thrust that conquered your cunt.Ā
It burned, yet your pussy fluttered around his girth, rolling out a welcoming flood.Ā
However, as he started to withdraw, the stretch of him against your walls seemed to grow. Not along his whole length, but close to the base that somehow resisted against the tight rim of your opening.Ā
Your cunt clenched as a long whine strung out of your throat.Ā
āStop! Ah! Stop, wait!ā You struggled, attempting to crawl away from the new, maddening sensation. But you couldnāt move, the Alphaās strength outmatching yours by a ton.Ā
āFeeling that?ā His vicious chuckle tickled the shell of your ear. āThatās my little surprise for you, Omega.āĀ
He surged into you again, quieting your distress with fullness then renewing it with that wide impossible pressure.Ā
āOur ancestors had knots. Additional girth designed to inflate at the climax and hold Omega in place on the Alphaās cock, keeping her nicely stretched and plugged so all that virile cum would fill her to the brim.ā
It couldnāt be. It was impossible! Those traits devolved and ceased to exist. There were no rumors even of anyone for the past century to have any suspicion of an Alpha with a knot.Ā
The potential of it, weaved with the cruelly sinful voice of the monstrous Alpha filling your pussy, shot a star-bright impulse that speared into some hidden, latent part of your brain. Fear of being ripped, after all your body wasnāt equipped to take it (or so you thought), spiked in your blood.Ā
But then the haze clouded at the edge of your vision. Heat unfurled further, pulsing low in your core. Your pussy spasmed, somehow eager to be stretched beyond what she could take.Ā
āOh, do you like that idea, my needy fox?ā He rocked slowly in and out, shallow barely-there movement that kept widening your hole.Ā
āPity itās just an echo of the past.ā He sighed. āA bonus from strong genes that formed a latent knot at my base. Wish it could fully expand.āĀ
His fingers dug harder into your hip, holding you in place as he began withdrawing fully. Slowly.Ā
āYouād scream so prettily when it stretched you.ā His voice deepened, turning hungrier and darker as you keened, struggling to stand the stretch. āYou would come so fucking hard on it. Cream all over the knot. Wet yourself and me.āĀ
Tears splattered the stone under your face, a tinge of saltiness from your terror and an abundance of sweetness from the insane pleasure that had no right to accompany that situation.Ā
Yet it did. It kept increasing, too.Ā
āAs you will now.ā The Wolf gritted, pulling the fattest part out then plunging back in.
āAhhh!ā Your toes curled, vision blurring completely - be it from the tears or the abrupt burst of pleasure that crushed your body.Ā
Orgasms like that shouldnāt be possible. It felt like something beyond the norm of sensations a body was able to stand. Intense. Continuous. Rooted in awareness of being helpless and overpowered.Ā
Ringing in your ears that erupted with your climax slowly quieted down, even as your body still twitched from the aftershocks. Soon your consciousness was back to registering the dark quiet of the hellās corridor, filled with marks of your shame - the slap of skin against skin, the sticky wet response of your pussy welcoming predatorās cock, your little choked cries. Ah ah ah ah.
āFuck, thatās it!ā The Alpha grunted above you.Ā
His mask hit the side of your head as he rutted into you. Harder. Deeper. The hand in your hair gave another harsh tug as his hot breath sang a humid chant against your skin.Ā Ā
āI knew youād respond so well. All that fight and fear making your pussy cling to my cock. So needy for me, isnāt it?ā You wanted to shake your head in denial, but your walls contracted in submissive confirmation.Ā
It should be repulsive. In sync with the remnants of the fight that spurred you to attempt escaping at all cost. Yet each thrust of his thick cock, each filthy word and low grunt of his depraved pleasure, fed something desperate inside of you.
An emptiness you never noticed.Ā
Which awoke with the rush of terror and adrenaline, stirring instincts about which you only read in old books. And a part of you realized the need to fight him, to claw your way out of this hell, wasnāt for a voice of reason, but to please the Alpha further. To tune into his game and willingly turn yourself into prey he gets to break.Ā Ā
āThatās what youāre made for, Omega. To take your Alphaās cock and cum. Anywhere. Anytime.ā He moved the hand from your hair to grip your other hip, firmly holding you in place as his pace grew savage.Ā
āYeah, keep taking it!ā He snarled, snapping his hips harder.
The crown of his cock lodged so deep it threatened to kiss your cervix. Despite the risk of pain, you grew impossibly wetter. Or maybe it was his girth, stretching your snug walls. Perhaps a twisted composition of everything, including the helplessness of being pinned to the ground and taken against your will.Ā
āFuck! Fuck, I hope it takes.ā His rumbly groan had your body tensing.Ā
This time you shook your head, whimpering a scared No. You reached forward, clawing at the stones beneath you in a futile attempt to somehow move away from him. He didnāt allow it. With a bruising grip he yanked you back onto his cock with a force that burst stars under your eyelids.Ā
āOh yes, little fox. Iām going to breed you.ā His tone bore not a tinge of cruel amusement, but a dark delight, as if it was his biggest dream coming true.Ā Ā
A bunch of particles in your mind ignited with that, like a beacon responding to a call youāve been waiting for your whole life.Ā
It sprinkled warm contentment along with the rush of extreme panic over the finality of your fate. You realized there was never a chance of changing it, no matter how fast and far you ran. Falling prey to this Alpha had been decided the second you stepped into the deepest circle of Inferno. Maybe even earlier.
Despite muttering broken objections, your moans grew louder with each thrust of his cock. A burst of euphoria and demand for more ruin, urging the Alpha with keening and the arch of your back.
āIām going to fill your cunt with my cum over and over,ā he growled, growing frantic in his pace, ā-day after day, and watch you grow round with it.āĀ
āAnd it will take. But fuck I hope it takes right now!ā Most of his weight draped over you, pinning you to the ground and rendering you breathless. The filth spilling from his mouth in a primal rumble made your cunt flutter.Ā
āHope that I knock you up when youāre still fighting it, when you cry how you donāt want it, while your pussy milks me greedily and your womb opens up for my seed.āĀ
If heat and trebling were wrecking your body up to this point, his last words caused an eruption. A climax that snapped through you with blinding force. And it continued to spread in waves.
āDo you want that, Omega? Want your Alpha to breed you?ā He rutted into you in short jerks, keeping his cock balls deep and twitching right at the threshold.Ā
āPlease, please, pleaseā¦ā your hoarse voice bounced against the stone floor as your pussy clenched and gushed.
Your orgasm boiled, refusing to cease. Painful pleasure behind it coming not from your overstimulated cunt, but as if something else deep inside you awoke with relish at the thought of being bred by the monster.Ā
The Wolf responded with a roar. His hands bruised your hips as he slammed into you for the final time.Ā
Hot spill filled your pulsing cunt. An overabundance that strained the walls of your core.
He buried his face in your hair; heavy breath puffing in hot, wet gusts against your temple. His voice seemed to break for a second, turning from a shout to a purring moan. It almost felt comforting to have his warm weight blanketing you and his sounds of contentment praising your submission.Ā
When he moved off your body a while later, shivers followed in his wake. Along with an embarrassing gush of fluids dripping out of your used pussy.Ā
You dropped down and curled on your side, still breathing hard. Your heart was hammering in your chest, your head felt dizzy. Tingling sensation buzzed in so many spots on your skin where he bit, scratched and gripped you.Ā
āAbsolute perfection.ā The Alpha hummed, watching your broken form splayed on the ground before him.Ā
He was kneeling up; his pants unzipped and pushed down just under his ass. His thick cock was reddened and glistening with your juices and streaks of his own cum. Glancing at it, you couldnāt help the whimper escaping your lips.Ā
You felt how big it was, how that engorged base stretched you beyond limit, but seeing it brought a new spike of heated fear.Ā
Because he made it clear that youād be taking it many more times.Ā
āThatās how I want you in my bed.ā His gaze roamed over your body. āA boneless mess full of my seed.ā
You whined when he rolled you onto your back and pushed your knees apart.Ā
You slapped your hands against his chest, lacking strength but still trying to somehow push him away. With a grunt he settled on top of you. His waist fit between your spread thighs. Wet cock rubbing against your belly.Ā
āYeah!ā Lips curving into a smile, he encouraged you: āKeep fighting!ā
Each slap, each scratch of your nails, each squirm, they seemed to turn him on. You hated him for it, yet couldnāt stop yourself from giving him exactly what he wanted.
Exactly what some twisted part of you enjoyed, as well.Ā
On your next hit you managed to square on the side of his face, knocking off the monstrous metal mask off his face. It fell to the ground right next to you and you saw his face for the first time.Ā
You froze, staring up at him. Your fists rested against his broad chest, suddenly depleted of energy to continue your fight.Ā
Out of all the terrible images your mind could conjure of the Alpha behind the mask, you never expected it to be him.Ā
With blue eyes so striking they could slice you open like scalpel. They were darker now, irises swallowed by blown wide pupils full of hunger. Stern lines and menacing cold of his usual expression softened with flush and glow. Strands of dark golden hair fell across his forehead in a disarray.
āM-Mr Rogers?ā You gasped.
āItās Alpha, for you,ā his chuckle was soft, almost affectionate. āOr Steve, if youāre feeling exceptionally devoted.āĀ
With a coo, he gripped your wrists in his hand and forced your arms above your head. He readjusted his position, pulling one of your knees to your chest and rolling his hips until his cock was nudging at your soaked opening.Ā
āNgh! Too much!ā You strained beneath him, terrified of the mindblowing pleasure he could rip out of you in that most painful way.Ā
āBut thatās how you like it, sweet fox.ā Steve countered. āYou like it when thereās more. More treasures to steal or trade. More challenges. Isnāt that why you stole that golden card? Because you craved what more it could lead to?ā
āI didnāt know-ā your voice hitched when he inched deeper.
āYou knew it wasnāt yours to take. It wasnāt given to you. Neither was the information about the elevator being left open.ā Steve slowly pushed in, relishing in the resistance of your pussy, as if he hadnāt ruined it mere minutes before.Ā
āYou dared to do it. You took it for yourself. As I am taking you for myself.āĀ
A wave of embarrassment swallowed you and Steve grinned, most pleased, when the wet squelch of your cunt filled the air.Ā
āBut Iāll let you in on a secret,ā his grin turned dark, a reflection of the ruthless wolf cast in the mask. āI set it all up for you. I hoped you wouldnāt be able to resist. Butā¦ if you didnāt steal the card and step into my trap yourself, Iād still take you.āĀ
āI told you, I know everything about what happens in the city.ā He reminded you. āI knew about your group causing trouble for a while. Their demise has been signed for weeks now. As was your fate to cream all over my cock and bear me children.āĀ
He punctuated the last part with a snarl, bottoming out.
A lightning zapped down your spine, arching you toward your tormentor with possessed worship.Ā
You werenāt used to such wild fucking, and the previous raw orgasms left you so sensitive. Each greedy thrust elicited a whimper. But it was followed by a moan as sparks reignited low in your belly, threatening to rapidly bring you to another climax.Ā
āYou sound so sweet when you struggle to take me.ā Steve grunted, licking a stripe of your skin salty with sweat and dirt.Ā
He sucked on a spot on your throat, then mouthed along your collarbone where he mauled your skin into another mark. His tongue wrote wet sins over your breasts as he kept fucking into you with deep strokes.Ā
The hand from under your knee moved to your face, gripping your jaw between his fingers. Your lips were parted on strings of gasps, but his hold forced them open wider.Ā
Your eyes widened when a dab of spit landed on your tongue. Instead of disgust, however, your body shuddered in complete surrender, rolling your eyes to the back of your skull.Ā
Then Steveās lips were staking the claim of your mouth. Feral and dominating. His own growly moan vibrated along your tongue. He swallowed your cries that grew when you sensed his pace picking up and realized he was about to come and fill you again.Ā
āIām so close, Omega,ā Steve panted against your lips. āGonna fill you. You want that, donāt you? Want your Alphaās cum deep in your tight cunt.āĀ
He slid his hand between your bodies, kneading and pinching in his way southward. When his fingers circled your swollen clit you bucked wildly, knees drawing up, toes curling.Ā
āThatās it, come for your Alpha. Soak up all that cum. Be a good breeding bitch and take it!āĀ
You surrendered with a hoarse cry. Your muscles shook with strain, so many spots skating the edge of a painful cramp. With how hard your walls clenched around Steveās cock it was a shocking miracle he was able to spear deeper. You felt him throb; a pulsating sensation teasing your overworked pussy.Ā
Pleasure and exhaustion rendered you boneless. You went lax beneath the bulk of the monster that defiled you, letting his warmth coat you as he kept his body like a shield over you.Ā
The abundance of his seed made your abdomen feel inflated. The excess of it seeped out of you in a thin trickle, the Alphaās cock still locking most of it inside of you.Ā
You hummed as he nosed along your cheek and down your neck. With your gaze blurry, you stared at the dimmed light casted by the sconces, wondering if that was your future now. To be lost in an ancient maze, warmed only by the unhinged affection of a savage Alpha.Ā
When sometimes later your worn body was lifted into strong arms, you didnāt even flinch. For the moment there was no fight in you left as the onslaught has left you exhausted. You pressed your cheek to his shoulder, keeping your own fingers interlaced and resting on your chest.Ā
Then he set the scary wolf mask in your lap. Hollow eyes stared up at you, provoking you to whimper in fear and search the Alphaās comforting warmth. Despite knowing he was the one wearing the mask, equalling him as terrifying and cruel, somehow it made all the difference when Steveās eyes were peering at you from beneath that mask.
A flicker of life rejuvenated the last working particles of your brain when a brighter light appeared on your way.Ā
Steve was taking you back to the circular chamber of the ninth floor.Ā
It appeared much warmer and less intimidating after hours spent in the depths of shadows in the terrifying labyrinth. Though it remained the bottom of hell, with no route to escape. You doubted Steve would put you in the elevator and allowed you to return to your previous life.
Not with his clear intention to impregnate you.Ā
As Steve stepped onto the marble floor the light from the huge iron chandelier revealed not only the marks of Alphaās insatiable hunger on your skin, but also three intimidating silhouettes.Ā
Monsters of Steveās kin. Wearing masks similar to the one nestled in your lap. A lion, a bull, and a serpent.
Each oozed horror of a different kind. Their dark power shifted the atmosphere.
Icy terror gripped your chest. Was he going to let them-
āI stake claim.ā Steveās voice cut through your panicking thoughts with a sharp, cold cut.Ā
It was a declaration of unchangeable law. A vow of ownership set into the very foundation of the metropolis. It weaved itself into your bones, as well.Ā
A doom for you, but you pitied anyone who ever dared taking you away from Steveās grasp. Though neither of the other monsters appeared angered by his selfish possessiveness. Their lack of interest in you was a relief.Ā
āWhat bond do you choose?ā Asked the one wearing a bullās mask.
Being so tired and aching, you couldnāt comprehend what they meant. When Steve put you down on your feet, your muscles refused to cooperate and your body nearly folded down in exhaustion. Steve held you up, wrapping one of his arms around your middle.Ā
He didnāt care that his mask dropped to the floor, the wolfās empty gaze staring up at you in the Alphaās clutches. Steve grabbed a fistful of your hair with his other hand, tilting your head to the side.Ā
āI choose a traditional one.ā His possessive growl caressed the skin of your neck.Ā Ā
āA bite.ā
He didnāt give you a second to prepare for the dark intention of his words. Pain burst in your neck where Steve sank his teeth in, piercing through your skin and drawing a flow of blood.Ā
Your body jerked in his hold, feet scraping against the smooth marble. Your high pitched shriek rolled into a broken sob, that soon dissipated into a lifeless moan. Consciousness escaped you as fast as your blood dripped down your naked chest.Ā Ā
As the heavy fog engulfed you, a trice repeated āClaim witnessedā jingled in the back of your head.Ā
Then it was darkness. Your body shut down, granting you blissful unawareness.
When you blinked away the haze - much much later - marble and stone were gone, replaced by a soft gray glow of early morning that peered through the dark trunks of thick trees. You were in the back of a car that drove through the forests. Far outside of the city.
Though you sensed the Alphaās presence right beside you, you chose to stare out the tinted window at the view so foreign and wild. Youāve never stepped further than the outskirts of the city.Ā
Then again, you never had savage, filthy sex either. Never came so hard, much less from fear and being overpowered.Ā
Your sore body was wrapped in a soft suit jacket. Steveās undoubtedly. It was big enough to cover your ass and for the sleeves to reach your knuckles. You slipped your fingers beneath the collar, feeling around the spot burning with dull pain.Ā
Where he bit you.
Soft dressing covered the wound. It seemed it wasnāt bleeding anymore, which meant you were out for quite a while.Ā
āFitting,ā you croaked out, āthat a wolf lives in the forest.ā
You sensed his gaze on you, evoking that deep-core shiver you couldnāt differentiate anymore between trepidation and exhilaration. But you didnāt turn to him yet. You didnāt have the courage to look into his blue eyes and see the reflection of your own ruin.Ā
His large, warm hand rested just above your ankle; thumb rubbing your skin in slow motion.
āFitting for a fox, too,ā came his reply. āEspecially when you start nesting.ā
āIām not nesting.ā Despite being unable to raise your voice - your throat scraped raw from all the sounds he drew from you all night - you snapped at him quietly.Ā
His caress on your calf paused. His fingers tightened, squeezing your limb in a warning.
The vibration of Ariās low chuckle freezes you in place momentarily.Ā
You thought he was deep in sleep. Sated after hours of using and filling your body. Partially, if you were being honest with yourself, your own brain was shut off enough that you didnāt even consider he might wake up and catch you in the act.
An act that, now that you are back to full consciousness, is foreign to you.Ā
Resting against Ariās warm, solid body, something in you awoke with a need to track. You canāt even say exactly what you were investigating, but your own body followed a ghost of an instinct.Ā
You leaned more into him, face buried into the crook of his neck as your nose rubbed against his neck. It was as if you were in a trance, needing to take in all of the scent and sate yourself with it similar to the way Ariās cum placated the burning demands of your womb.Ā
Scenting. The term comes to you suddenly.Ā
Ages ago, when the designations were still in full capacity of their traits and instincts, people supposedly smelled in specific ways. Nuzzling into someoneās neck or wrist in chase of that scent was either an invitation to sex, or a way to soothe yourself. It especially worked between Alphas and Omegas.Ā
But there are no scents anymore; nothing beyond perfume, anyway. Ari doesnāt smell of anything special. Just remnants of sweat, transference of your own body wash, and his typical scent. You didnāt see his bottle of cologne - not that you were looking for it - but whatever he used had distinctive ozone notes.Ā
And you definitely wouldnāt be seeking comfort in the Alpha who took you so brutally, reshaping your future to his desires.Ā
āTake your fill, Snowdrop,ā Ari hums, treading his fingers through your hair and pushing your head back into the crook of his neck.Ā
summary: You only wanted to go one level deeper into the circles of Inferno. Just one step to secure yourself a stable life. But you're unexpectedly thrown into the lowest level. The pit of hell itself. Where a beast awaits.
warnings: dark!Ari; A/B/O; secret society; semi-dystopian; heavy dub-con; coercion; entrapment; power imbalance; breeding kink; virginity kink; rough sex; dacryphilia; branding; light exhibitionism (forced); degradation; very light blood kink (in reference to virginal blood); oral (m receiving); forced deep throating; dirty talk; no knotting
word count: 7k
Author's Note: I gave you some options in the polls and the results were... meh? Lol, I mean I always love Alpha Ari and breeding is forever my on brand kink, but honestly it was just a little disappointing, because I already have alpha Ari with a breeding kink. So I had to come up with something new. Something interesting. And it steered me toward really dark waters š«¢ What you should be aware of, is that I made it a different kind of Alpha/Beta/Omega universe. I made it semi-dystopian, where the dynamics and physiological details usually associated with the omegaverse are extinct. Or are they...? š
As I was writing it, thoughts of making it into a series and introducing more dark Alphas appeared. So it's officially the first installment in the universe called Inferno. Aaand I may have already decided on who the other animals are and how depraved they will be š
Special shout out and thanks to @buckets-and-trees for dancing with me around the fire of secret society trope and to @stargazingfangirl18 for whoreheartedly supporting the most unhinged list of warnings
Ari Levinson Masterlist
Main Masterlist
Heart pattering, you looked at the glass case filled with rows of colorful cards. Most were gone already, but the one you waited for at the moment was still there. And was about to end up in your hand.Ā
Magenta.Ā
While colours used to be rather indifferent to you, being accepted into Inferno taught you to crave certain shades. Not for their pretty looks, but because each was a key.
Inferno was officially named a private club, but was in fact the only place Omegas were able to earn exorbitant sums of money. Well, not exorbitant if seen from the Alphas point of view, but considering how the crumbled society worked it was the best an Omega could make in the broken world.Ā
Different kinds of service were expected of Omegas at each level of the Inferno. The first circle of the so-called hell was for simple waitressing and it paid the lowest. If an Omega was accepted by the Inferno, they started at that level and had to prove themselves to be allowed into another floor.Ā
For the past eight months you rolled your hips in the third circle where Omegas were dancing on platforms and in cages, while the Alphas carried their business meetings, or leered at them without being allowed to touch.Ā
You were about to exchange your blue key card for the magenta one, descending into another level where the dances would be private, with some touching allowed. It meant the standard paycheck would be higher, plus the tips you might earn from any Alpha who asked for a dance from you. And those tips wouldnāt be in money only, but also certain passes or favors that were incredibly valuable in the cold, harsh world.Ā
Days of cushioned lives that Omegas led once upon a time were long forgotten. They sounded like fairytales when compared to the harsh reality of the past century. Omegas were at the bottom of the food chain now. Not even coveted as much by the Alphas as they used to be. Very few were swooped up and mated, most going through their lives scrambling to stay afloat and perhaps meet a nice, hardworking beta to form a relationship with.Ā
As you waited for Astoria (the woman who was possibly the most powerful Omega in the city, since she was the one managing Inferno and the Omegas working in it), your eyes scanned the colourful cards behind a reinforced glass case.Ā
Magenta was your goal from the very first time you were explained the rules of this place. For now, any colour assigned to deeper levers was too scary, because they meant less control over what happened to you. For example, the red that was appointed for the fifth level meant limited sexual acts.Ā
You didnāt want that. Even if the paycheck would make your life so much more comfortable.Ā
As much as you recoiled from the prospect of deeper circles of hell, you couldnāt help your gaze zeroing in on the single golden keycard. It was displayed in that glass cage at the very top, purposely making the lowest circle of hell appear as the highest advance.Ā
Neither the introduction to the club rules, nor the rumour mill among the Omegas gave away what happened on that level.Ā
Since from levels six to eight Omegas were giving their bodies for all sorts of sexual play, each more debauched and scary, you couldnāt even imagine what happened in the darkest pit. It was too terrifying to even think about.Ā
āItās best you not consider earning it.ā Astoriaās smooth, tinkling voice startled your attention away from the glass cage.Ā
The look she gave you wasnāt a reprimand, but rather a warning. From one Omega to another.Ā
While Astoria was a strict employer, a stickler for rules, she truly looked out for the Omegas. When you were developing a cold two months ago, she slipped you a package of meds which you wouldnāt be able to get yourself.
āHas anyone ever gotten it?ā You asked, nodding toward the golden card.Ā
āNo.ā Astoria shook her head, then paused. āThoughā¦ There was an incident a year ago.ā
āAn incident?ā Youāve been working at the Inferno for about a year and a half and you havenāt heard of any incident. They had to keep it secret, if there wasnāt even the briefest rumour about it.
āSomeone stole it.ā Astoriaās voice lowered into a hush. āReckless girl was too curious for her own good. She wanted to seeā¦ā
Your stomach tightened in dread. The complete unknown was more terrifying than if you had an inkling on what couldāve happened to her down there.Ā
The golden card glimmered enticingly, undoubtedly luring many of the Omegas (especially those who already worked the lowest levels and their boundaries were partially blurred), but your interest in it disappeared immediately.Ā
āWhat happened to her?ā You asked, nervously picking at the fringes of your white, short dress.Ā
Astoria opened her mouth, but before she could say anything another voice interrupted.
āShe bore the consequences of her actions.ā
It was a male voice. Deep, low and smooth in a way that felt like a thick drop of something sweet, like honey, slowly sliding down your body. It licked you with its timbre from your sternum to the valley below your belly button.Ā
As pleasant as it was, it also scared you with its dangerous potency.
Beside you, Astoria straightened like a string in a violin, her earlier open softness disappearing behind a well practiced mask of professionalism. And obedience, which you never saw in her posture at any other time.Ā
The man who walked in wasnāt only an Alpha. No, Astoria dealt with those without flinching. But there were Alphas and then there were Alphas.Ā
The true apex predators.Ā
There were very few of them, but they were rumored to be able to dominate other Alphas without much effort, as if they were meager Betas.Ā
āIād say that her curiosity served Rogers well.ā He added with a dark sort of amusement.
Your instincts shook in alarm. Any Alpha insinuating an Omega served them well was repulsive, but when it came from a predator like this one it evoked thoughts of complete ruin, of being forever broken.Ā
āMr Levinson.ā Astoria politely bowed her head.Ā
You knew you should drop your gaze down, too, but couldnāt help yourself but look at the Alpha that strode in.Ā
His big, beefy body was fitting for an Alpha of his power. Everything about him looked thick and imposing, even with the seemingly relaxed stance he presented. Golden rings glinted on his fingers as he combed them through his lush hair. As he swiped his hand over his beard, you saw a glimpse of a bleeding sun tattoo on the back of his hand, ink dripping onto his knuckles.Ā
When he moved forward, you tensed in fear, finally tilting your chin down and staring at the floor.Ā
Levinson. It finally ringed in your head with recognition.Ā
One of the four men owning the Inferno.Ā
Perhaps, it was more fitting to name them the four horsemen, considering they created this hell.Ā
āWhatās in store for this sweet Snowdrop, Astoria?ā Ari asked, circling your shivering form.Ā
You didnāt dare to ask if the unexpected petname came from your white dress, or because he deemed you so fragile and crushable.Ā
āSheās worked blue level for the past eight months.ā Astoriaās voice was back to her unwavering, professional tone. Detached from any protectiveness or sympathy she mightāve felt for you. āSheās been promoted to magenta, supposed to start tonight.ā
Levinson hummed behind you. Though he didnāt lean over, nor touched you, a jolt of unwanted caress slid down your spine. If that Alpha chose to really touch you, not only you wouldnāt be able to fight him off, but your body would give in at the snap of his fingers; thatās how powerful his Alpha aura was to your Omega hindbrain.Ā
Slowly, Ari circled you again. His gaze swiped over every inch of you, mapping out your curves, each dip and roll.Ā
When he tucked a finger beneath your chin a hot jolt started your heart into a frenzy. The merest touch, but it filled you with terror. He tilted your chin up, forcing your head to lift and give him a full, unobscured view of your face.Ā
āNo.ā He said unexpectedly, releasing you.Ā
Taking a step back, he turned to Astoria and declared: āShe stays on the blue level.āĀ
Without waiting for any counterargument, he walked out of the office. He knew there would be no arguing. Astoria wouldnāt plead for you. Hell, you wouldnāt plead for yourself.Ā
Well, inside of you there was this fussy, outraged voice demanding you be given the opportunity, but you also knew that clashing with this Alpha would be like scratching at a wall. If he didnāt find you annoying to the point of breaking your neck, heād be at least completely unbothered. Merciless.Ā
Heartless.Ā
Astoria muttered a quiet sorry, which you welcomed with a small, sad smile. Clutching your blue keycard in your hand, you returned to your former level, telling yourself it was at least something you knew well and felt comfortable with. Besides, you were still employed. That was a big win every day.Ā
By the time you returned to your home in the early morning hours, you felt calm and content. Yes, there was still the lingering disappointment at being denied promotion, but you anchored yourself to the stability you still had.Ā
As you walked into your apartment building, you reminded yourself it was the blue level at the Inferno that allowed you to move out of the shitty, very dangerous block you used to live in and into this place. Which still was on the poorer side, but at least the entrance doors were locked and the intendant living on the ground floor was a very sweet, protective Beta who looked out for his tenants.Ā
You paused, after walking into your small apartment and closing the door. Something felt slightly shifted, as if a streak of something not quite familiar lingered in the air.Ā
You gulped, clutching your keyes between your fingers as you moved further inside.Ā
Nothing was moved, not even an inch. There was no one lurking inside as you turned on the lights. Even a few tiny leaves that dropped from your fern were drying on the same spot on the floor.Ā
You shook your head, accepting that your exhaustion and the unexpected interaction with the most powerful Alpha have simply made you more jumpy.Ā
Besides, you told yourself as you started taking off your clothes, Jake - the Beta intendant - wouldnāt let anyone break in. He was a sweetheart, but he once kicked the ass of a piece of shit wet cat Alpha who came drunk to harass his ex-girlfriend.
Placated by self-reassurance, you continued your usual routine. Snack, shower, sleep.Ā
For the next few weeks your life continued the same. At some point you even stopped longingly thinking of the magenta level, though it still popped occasionally into your mind when your knee acted up and reminded you that a doctorās appointment or physiotherapy would be wonderful, if you could afford it.
Nothing suggested your life was about to change. Not in a big way.Ā
Until the evening two guards intercepted you at the employees entrance to the Inferno to relay the request that you go into Astoriaās office. Which in itself wouldnāt be much alarming, if they didnāt insist you give them your blue keycard.Ā
Were you being fired?
With your heart in your throat, you stepped into the office. Into an empty office. Astoria wasnāt inside. However, there was an envelope on her desk propped against a vase with a single white flower, with your name written on the back of the stationary.Ā
Inside was a simple direction to get into the private elevator.Ā
Surely, you wouldnāt be given permission and code to that elevator, if she wanted to fire you. Inferno had three elevators to take participants to each level - one was for employees, you included, a second one for the patrons, and the third one was for Astoria and possibly the four owners.Ā
With trembling fingers, you hit the provided code on the lock and walked into the elevator. The door slid shut behind you silently. Ominous semi-darkness engulfed you. Inside, there were no buttons, no panel to control where the elevator went, no way to stop it, or open it yourself.
There was, however, another envelope with your name on it attached to the wall.Ā
When you opened it and looked inside, your knees nearly gave away.Ā
The golden keycard glinted at you.
That one mysterious card, which you learned two months ago was best to never be given. To never desire it.Ā
āOh God!ā You cried quietly, dropping it onto the floor and huddling in the corner of the small space.Ā
The elevator was still going down. It felt like being dragged to the literal pit of hell.Ā
When it finally stopped and the door slid open, you stayed plastered with your back to the elevator wall. Perhaps, if you pretended you werenāt there, if you didnāt step outside, youād be taken back upstairs.Ā
But the elevator remained open. Soft, dimmed light of the bottom floor didnāt feel inviting at all. Not to you.Ā
Long minutes passed and nothing happened. The elevator didnāt close, but also no one barged in to drag you outside. Restlessness increased, pumped by your growing nervousness and fear. You were scared of the rage that could greet you the longer you stayed hidden. And you became more convinced that the elevator wouldnāt be your return to safety.Ā
Maybe that floor would provide you a different route of escape?
After all, each level had three elevator shafts - private, for guests, and for employees.Ā
Swallowing nervously, you tried to remember at what angle the other two elevators should be once you entered the floor. If you ran fast towards one of them, you could get yourself to the ground floor and run the fuck outside.Ā
Your steps were hesitant as you shuffled to the exit and took first glimpses inside the lowest level of the Inferno. What you saw made your heart drop.
It wasnāt a grand, wide space like it was with all the other levels.Ā
It was a round chamber, with marble floor, stone walls reaching high to an intricate ceiling from which dropped a huge iron chandelier. There was a large round table in the middle of the chamber. Four chairs stood at it like four points on a compass, directing north, south, east and west.
Each chair had a different crest carved on it.Ā
Lion. Wolf. Bull. Serpent.
No other elevator shafts were visible. Only a closed double door above which a sign ominously warned:
Lasciate ogni speranza, voi chāentrate.
Abandon all hope, you who enter.
Though you thought your own hope to have evaporated as the elevator descended, the last remnants of it died this very moment. As you stared at the chamber with no visible escape route and the famous words of final doom.Ā
āDonāt worry, Snowdrop. You wonāt be pushed through that door.āĀ
Your head turned to the side, only now noticing the familiar, imposing silhouette of the Alpha. Ari Levinson was leaning against the wall right next to the elevator, with his arms crossed over his chest and his head tilted to the side as he watched you tether on the edge of the floor.Ā
āThe darkness behind it is not in my tastes,ā he explained casually, like he was talking about not being a fan of whiskey compared to red wine.Ā
āWh- why am I here?ā You asked, twisting your fingers in front of you and eyeing him warily.Ā
āI didnāt apply for the golden card!ā You rushed to express.
āNo one does.ā Ari shrugged. āOr, well, those who apply donāt ever get it. Only one person before got it, as you know, but that was because she dared to steal it.ā
āSo why?ā You feared hearing horrifying promises of spilled blood in slow, painful murder.Ā
āBecause you lured the beast.ā His eyes ignited with dark hunger and you felt the lick of it between your thighs.Ā
Ari moved and you took an instant step back, slamming your back against the edge of the elevator door frame. But he wasn't prowling your way. Instead, he lazily walked towards one of the chairs.Ā
The one with the lion crest.
He draped his forearms against the backrest of the chair, intertwining his inked fingers in a loose grip. That's when you noticed the golden glint of his rings, from which one presented a lion's head.
āFour beasts rule this world.ā His words could be a fascinating tale, if he wasn't speaking the dark, ugly truth of what laid beneath your reality.
āIn Inferno we provide the opportunity for some to sate their desires, but we don't participate. Meetings in this chamber aren't focused on our personal lust, but on deciding whose blood to spill and which power to snatch.ā
āHowever-ā he paused to lick his lips and you couldn't help but chase that micromovement. āEach of us has cravings that we know would demand satiating at one point. Hence the golden card. It was never going to be earned. It's decided individually by each of us when to play that card, because it's a game that won't be repeated.ā
āWon't be repeated?ā You echoed, trembling as the terrifying vision of death loomed over you.
āMeaning, my innocent Snowdrop, that once one of us gets someone down here they never return to their previous life.āĀ
Tears welled in your eyes, your breath choking on a sob. Your life wasnāt grand, but you still liked it. You wanted it to continue, despite the hardships you endured.
āIt means you're mine now.ā Ari's voice deepened into a hungry growl. āYour virginity is mine to take and your womb mine to fill with seed.ā
His words tipped your world on its axis. A hot wave of shame that his crude words evoked dropped into ice cold dread as you realized the fate he spun for you.
He wasn't going to murder you. But he was about to break you and bind you to him forever.Ā
āNo!ā You shook your head, clenching your hands into fists.Ā
Ari wasn't bothered by your reaction, like he knew it didnāt matter because he'd get what he wanted anyway.
āIf it's your poor attempt to lie to me about your innocent state, I'll remind you I have free access to your medical file.ā He sent you a knowing look.
Inferno provided Omegas with an annual check up that included gynecological examination. It wasn't because they cared for Omegas, it was to provide clients with the best quality entertainment. If Omega's results turned out bad, they were dropped immediately and left to fend for themselves.Ā
āIf you're fighting the inevitable,ā a dangerous smirk curved his lips, āI could give you a good, scary chase and fight. But, honestly, that's not my taste.āĀ
Slowly, Ari straightened to his full height. He rolled his shoulders and clenched his fingers around the corners of the sturdy, carved chair.
āI want you to give yourself to me. You're going to splay yourself on that table and welcome my fat cock into your tight, virgin cunt.ā
Another spike of heat unfurled in your belly and chest, shocking and scaring you more than the Alpha's words did.Ā
Was his Alpha power influencing you so much, or was there a part of you that wanted his brutal promise to become reality?
āYou wanted to get onto magenta level because it pays better.ā Ari pointed out. āIt's also why a golden card is a mad dream for many. āCause they imagine the paycheck and comfort it could provide for them and their families.ā
āBut there won't be a one time pay for this. No more paychecks anymore. Instead, you'll have all the care and comforts daily. You'll have that knee of yours checked. Regular physio. Stocked fridge, nice clothes, your sister and her Beta husband's molded apartment dried.ā
āAll of that for being my good Omega, taking my cock and bearing me children.āĀ
Your core filled with heat as your mind bent under the weight of filthy images. Trying to shake it away didnāt work. Your usual numbness to Alphaās presence and your own basic instincts was frayed at the edges, crumbling the more time you stood there trapped with the Alpha.Ā
What he promised for the doom couldnāt be overlooked, either. If not for your own health, then for your sister. They had a baby who was constantly sick, because of the moldy walls and malfunctioning heat. Levinson had near limitless resources, so fixing someoneās apartment would for him be like spending pocket change.
Unrushed, he moved from behind the chair to stand next to the table. He tapped his fingertips against the painted wooden surface.Ā
And waited, watching you with all the patience in the world.Ā
āItāll happen, Snowdrop.ā He said it with no malice, but there was an unyielding force behind it. As calm and soft he appeared to treat you, his darkness wouldnāt recede. No mercy awaited.
āAnd yes, it will hurt your virgin pussy when I split it on my dick.ā You didnāt take your eyes off his face, so you didnāt see how his cock twitched in his pants at the mere thought of breaking you. āBut if you make me go there for you and take what I already declared mine, it will hurt more. So be a good Omega and come here.ā
You never liked pain. All your struggles, while you dealt with them, never honed you into someone immune to suffering. No, you were still very human and fragile, and if there were ways to limit your pain, you were going to take it.Ā
So despite sniffling on another sob, you shuffled your feet forward. Tiny step after another. Ari didnāt rush you. Quite the opposite, watching you walk to him heightened his hunger. It was like a foreplay increasing his arousal close to the tipping point.Ā
ā āAtta girl,ā he praised when your toes touched his boots.Ā
Then big, strong hands were gripping your hips and hoisting you onto the table. One gasp of surprise transformed into a yelp when Ari gripped the fabric of your dress and ripped it apart with his bare hands. Your bra followed. Then your underwear.Ā
You were bared to him completely. Breath quickened and body trembling as he towered over you.Ā
āLie back.ā Ari ordered.
Your heart pounded in your chest, echo of it resounded in your ears and fingertips, pulsing wilder and wilder. The table beneath you didnāt feel that bad, but it was the Alpha in front of you, devouring you with his gaze that promised bad things happening.Ā
Bad, scary things, yet still some deep, primitive part of you roused at the prospect. There was an ache low in your belly, making your pussy walls clench as you watched Ari loom over you.Ā
A jolt made your body spasm when his fingers brushed your naked skin. A tender brush over your knees teasing upwards, along your thighs, over your belly, across your breasts. He skimmed them down again and back up, rousing your body into response beyond your control.Ā
āSpread your legs.ā He growled another command, landing a slap to your thigh when you didnāt comply immediately.Ā
It was so humiliating. Baring your most intimate part to a ruthless Alpha.Ā
āSuch a pretty pussy,ā he splayed his hands on the inside of your thighs and rubbed his thumbs along the outline of your folds. āItās going to look even prettier hugging my dick.āĀ
He didnāt outright stimulate your folds or clit, just teased the nerves around. Then his palms smoother upwards, fingers spread wide over the curve of your belly.
āYouāll be so full of me. Grow round with our children.āĀ
As he looked at your naked body in dark victory and hunger, you trembled at the image of his face glowing in malicious triumph when he stared at your pregnant form.Ā
Reduced to the object of an Alphaās wicked desire, yet some deeply hidden satisfaction, almost rusted like a forgotten, ancient treasure, stirred from the shadows.Ā
Through the past century the designations have crumbled from the once admirable and coveted. As the world turned cold, jaded and brutal, certain traits started disappearing. Like the DNA of the people itself had receded, instead of evolving. Though, perhaps, it was an evolution towards the harsh reality you now lived in.Ā
Legends of Alphasā instinct to protect and provide seemed laughable, since you hadnāt met a single Alpha who would even be kind. There were no alluring scents, unless someone soaked themselves in perfume. Ruts and heats have devolved - which was praised as something that rooted out primal behaviors, but on the other hand seemed to turn everyone unresponsive.Ā
You didnāt need to worry about going into an unexpected heat, or having to splurge on suppressants, but you never felt desired. Nor felt a craving so deep it messed with your own mind.
However, as you laid spread on the table like a sacrifice for the lion, a lick of something heady and scorching hot stirred the latent Omega inside of you.Ā
As terrifying Ariās plan for your future sounded, a part of you snuggled into that prospect as if it was a safe cushion in the most luxurious bed.Ā
āSuck.ā Ari tapped your lips with two of his fingers.
Your mouth opened instantly and his digits slid in, pressing against your tongue. Your pupils widened when a shot of intense pleasure zapped through your body and hardened your nipples as Ariās purred, pleased that you started sucking instinctively.
āSuch a good Omega.ā He praised. āKeep sucking. You better get them really wet, since itās going to be the only prep that you get before I give you my cock.āĀ
With his whole frame being so massive, you could only imagine how proportionate his dick was going to be. It would be a struggle if you were dripping, but with just a brief preparation he was going to tear you.Ā
āDonāt worry, Snowdrop.ā Ari chuckled darkly, slipping his fingers out of your mouth and pressing them against your clit. āI canāt wait to turn you into a soaked mess with my mouth and fingers, but for our first time I want those sweet whines and cries as you stretch painfully around every inch.āĀ
Circling your clit a few times, to heighten the first stirring of fire, Ari used his other hand to unbuckle his belt and lower the zipper in his pants. He thrust a single digit into your channel, groaning obscenely at the tight resistance.Ā
āYouāre going to feel so fucking good.ā He growled, pumping his finger in and out of your pussy a few times.
He withdrew much too soon. You were wet, but definitely not enough for that first slide of cock to be easy. Which Ari evidently loved. His grin was predatory when he pressed the head of his dick at your opening and you couldnāt suppress the sharp whimper at the first inch opening you wide.Ā
Bracing one hand on your hip, Ari reached his other arm to curl his ringed fingers around the front of your neck.Ā
Then he began sliding in.Ā
A firm, languid stroke; merciless against the physical resistance of your inner walls.Ā
You tensed as the pain increased. It was confusing, too, because you expected excruciating pain. Instead, it was a new kind of suffering that ignited overwhelming, heavy pleasure. Nothing similar to the light, bubbly pleasure you felt when touching yourself. No, this was powerful and scary, but made you crave more.Ā
Still, tears welled in your eyes as Ari broke into you and rooted himself deeply. Your mouth opened on a helpless cry.
His gaze was hungrily focused on your face, delighted in the shimmer of your tears. But then, as he slowly withdrew, his eyes flicked down to where his cock was easing out of your pussy.Ā
āFucking perfect.ā He groaned in pleasure at the sight of dark pink smears - your virginal blood mixed with strings of your wetness.
āYour sweet cunt got a first taste of the cock that owns her now.ā He pushed back in. āNo one else will ever fuck it, or fill it. Only your Alpha.ā
āSay it!ā The hand on your throat tightened and he snapped his hips into you in a harsh thrust, causing your body to jerk.
āO-ā you gasped, tears trickling from the corners of your eyes as pain and pleasure flared low in your belly- āOnly you!āĀ
More tears flew with the next rough thrusts, but they began drying as sensations blurred into something intense and unrecognizable. Ariās cock was splitting you with each slide, your pussy unable to adjust fully to his size, yet it was becoming addictive. A part of you hoped it would never end, chanting prayers for more torment. More pleasure. More dominance.Ā
For his cum.
Your pupils blew wide as your pussy clenched around Ariās cock when that thought unexpectedly echoed in your head.Ā
āThatās it, Snowdrop.ā Ari grunted, fucking you ruthlessly. āShow me how greedy that cunt is for my cock and seed.ā
Ariās sharp bark of laugh resounded at your pitiful whimper when you spasmed around his dick again. Shaking your head side to side (as much as Ariās grip on your throat allowed), you scratched your fingers against the table. You shouldnāt be feeling like this! There should only be fear and disgust, not a warm fluttering of something soft and vulnerable beneath the primal arousal.Ā
Was Levinsonās Alpha power truly so apex that it drew out a response from a stagnant, latent particle of your Omega designation?Ā
On a particular rough thrust, Ari pressed against a spot that had stars bursting under your eyelids. Your body tensed and arched then suddenly the coil was snapping and you were coming with a hoarse cry.Ā
He fucked you through it, his pace never easing. The hand on your hip moved to splay low on your abdomen, thumb wedging between your folds to torment your clit. The zap of stimulation was borderline painful as you were still quivering in the remnants of climax and it brought more tears. It was too much!
You shook your head. Your fingertips barely reached Ariās abdomen, your touch more of a caress to him then your attempted fight against the onslaught.Ā
āFuck!ā Ari groaned, moving his hand away from your clit. But only to use his hands to reposition your legs - placing both of your ankles on his shoulders as he bore more weight onto you.
His fat cock seemed to plunge even deeper and an unexpectedly lewd moan spilled out of your mouth.Ā
āYour pretty tears turn me on as much as your virgin blood staining my cock.āĀ
Ari swiped a streak off your temple before wedging his hand between your tightly pressed thighs, again aiming for your swollen clit. His low chuckle at your hitched cry when he started rubbing it anew transformed into grunts of pleasure when your pussy clenched around him so hard he could barely move.Ā
You thought he was unrestrained before, but your bodyās reaction provoked the truly primal, unhinged side of the Alpha.
He snarled, teeth bared, as his hips snapped into you so hard you felt the jolt of it reverberate up your ribs. The table in the chamber was exceptionally sturdy, but it moved as the animal ravaged you.Ā
The growl he let out when he reached his own peak seemed to sink into your very bones, binding your cells to him on some incomprehensible level.Ā
And when the hot flood of cum filled you, a deepest, darkest particle in your brain ignited with a thousand lights.Ā
It was a new sensation. Not because you were a virgin who was never fucked and filled. As much as that filthy side had you embarrassingly turned on, that feeling regarded something else. As if there was a second entity beneath your skin and it was finally stirred awake.Ā
For over a century it was believed that designations have regressed so much there was nothing left of the former reactions, or even former physical traits like knots, yet you sensed (and feared) that somehow this Alpha has broken through the iceberg of latency and found the ruins of ancient civilization; stirring some curses to life.Ā
Your breath was ragged, each gulp intermixed with tiny gasps and whimpers as you felt Ariās cock throb inside of you, spilling more and more. You never thought that a man could cum so much. It felt endless. And the longer it lasted the more it had your core tingling with need for more.Ā
Slowly, Ari eased your legs down. They hung limply over the edge of the table, bracketing Ariās hips that were still pressed against you. Your arms dropped down, too. One onto the table, the other across your belly, a mere inch above where Ariās hand was still resting on your lower abdomen.Ā
His hand on your throat loosened its grip. He swept his fingers through the remnants of the tears drying on your face, then down across your body.
āI stake claim.ā Ariās voice resounded firm and unyielding, sending a chill down your spine.Ā
His blue eyes were on you. His face slightly flushed, a vein in his neck protruding and pulsing from the pleasant strain. But his words sounded like they were directed at somebody else, not just at you.
Long seconds passed before you sensed the change in the air. A gentle current, as if a draft got in. You tensed, head turning to the side as you felt another presence in the chamber.Ā
Ari pressed his hand over your sternum and pushed you down when you made a move to get up. He pressed on your belly with his other hand, as well. Which not only served to keep you in place, but also reminded you that his softening dick was still inside you and his cum was overfilling your pussy.Ā
Your heart rate increased as you watched three silhouettes emerge from who the fuck knows where. Big, intimidating, undoubtedly Alphas.Ā
Probably the other three horsemen. Owners of hell itself.Ā
They were wearing dark silver masks. Each depicting an animal. Each matching the crests carved into the chairs at the table. A wolf. A bull. A serpent.
They took their places at the table and looked down at you. Then, as if you werenāt interesting, they lifted their heads to look at Ari.Ā
āWhat bond do you choose?ā Asked the wolf.Ā
His voice was as cold as it was smooth; like a chill one might feel when walking into the woods late in the evening - comforted by it, but sensing impending danger creeping in to strike.Ā Ā
āA brand,ā came Ariās swift reply. āMy crest.ā
They all gave their nods. Then the bull moved closer to where Ari stood between your spread legs. A flicker of blue flame from a lighter made you whimper in fear, but none of them reacted. The bull held the lighter in his tattooed hand, his wrist encompassed in a thick leather bracelet. Ari lifted one of his hands, closed it into a fist, and brought it to the flame.
They were heating up his ring with the lionās head.Ā
His crest.Ā
āNo,ā a weak sound left your lips when you understood the intention.Ā
There was no fight left in you. Besides, you had no chances against Ari alone, much less against four Alphas.Ā
āShh.ā Ari cooed, keeping the hand on your chest in place and rocking his hips into you gently. āYouāre already mine, Snowdrop. This will merely be a short sting. Just like your virgin cunt breaking on my cock.āĀ
His blue eyes returned to yours, holding your gaze as he pressed the hot ring to your abdomen. You cried out in pain as it seared your skin, burning a permanent brand on the belly that was marked from the inside with his seed.Ā
āClaim witnessed.āĀ
It was repeated three times, by three different voices, but it barely reached your consciousness as your mind fumbled with processing pain and sinking in unfamiliar contentment.Ā
Ari kept touching you, stroking your sides and your thighs softly as he continued to coo. There was an additional vibration to his tone every few shushing words, comforting in a way that had your body truly relaxing despite the terror it was just put through.Ā
Once you settled down, only looking up at Ari with tear-brimmed eyes, he leaned down. And kissed you.Ā
It wasnāt as soothing as the last few touches and sounds, but brand nearly as hot as the ring burned into your skin.Ā
He straightened, staring down at you as conqueror at the empire he just crushed and obtained. His gaze traveled down your body to where his mark scorched over your mound, then lower, to where your bodies were joined.Ā
Slowly, he pulled out and watched as your glistening pussy gaped and pulsed. A heartbeat later his cum trickled out. Dark hunger was still alight in his eyes. Perhaps, it would never leave. Not when it came to you and owning your body.Ā
You trembled, covering your face with your hands as you felt the mess leak out of you. You saw the sticky combination of your juices, his spend and your blood coating Ariās cock, and couldnāt comprehend why that unnerving part of you was thrilled about the sight. It made no sense and warred with the appalled and terrified part of your brain.Ā
āDonāt worry, Snowdrop.ā Ari sounded amused as he watched you. āI donāt mind the mess. Iāll fuck you so often and thorough that my seed takes no matter how much of my cum leaks out of your poor, little cunt.āĀ
He gripped your wrists and forced your hands away from your face, then placed them on his shoulders. He felt warm and secure under your trembling fingers.Ā
You hated how he anchored you while being the one to break you.Ā
Ari lifted you off the table and set you onto your feet to the floor. His hold remained on your waist for long enough moment that you didnāt topple down on your weakened legs.Ā
Yet, as soon as he was sure you wouldnāt drop down, he guided you onto your knees himself. Making you kneel in the sticky mess that dropped from between your thighs onto the marble floor.Ā
A hand slid into your hair, tangling it in a tight grip. He tilted your head back.Ā
āClean your Alphaās cock, Omega.ā He ordered. āOpen your pretty mouth and taste us.āĀ
You tried to keep your lips pressed, refusing to do something so lewd. There was a flash of displeasure at your defiance and you expected Ari to force your jaw open, or to pinch your nose closed so you had to gulp for breath.Ā
Perhaps he would do that, if your mouth didnāt open on its own volition when he tapped the head of his cock against your lips. Musky saltiness smeared on your bottom lip, somehow provoking an instant reaction beyond your control. It was that new part of you, unearthed by the brutal Alpha.Ā
She made you open eagerly, tonguing the underside of Ariās thick cock as he pushed into your mouth.Ā
āGood girl, Snowdrop.ā He praised, rubbing against your tongue in shallow thrusts. āGet it clean of all the mess you made. Do you like how your Alpha tastes?ā
He wasnāt really waiting for your reply, but he enjoyed the garbled sound you made as you tried to deny it and he pushed deep in your throat, cutting off your denial.Ā
He held you there, staring down at you struggling and choking. He delighted in the tears reappearing in your eyes.Ā
āSwallow around it.ā He was merciless. āOh, I know itās hard and scary, but be a good girl and swallow down my cock. Close that little throat around it, so I can come down it like I did your pussy.āĀ
Tears poured down your cheeks as you finally managed to swallow and it caused your throat to constrict so tight you nearly blacked out.Ā
Ari grunted loudly in pleasure.Ā
With his free hand he tugged one of your hands that was resting against his thigh and guided it under his cock. He made you cup his heavy balls, forced your fingers to tighten and massage them.
Spurts of thick, salty warmth trickled down your throat. You panicked, fearing youāre going to choke to death as you hurriedly gulped it down.Ā
āFuuuuck.ā Ari was watching you with his own lips parted and glistening with saliva. āIād love to fuck your sweet mouth for hours, teach you how to suck and tongue, but having you just simply choke and cry on my cock might be my new favorite version of a blowjob.ā
When he finally let you go, after making sure the very last spurt went down your throat, you were coughing and wheezing. Your hands clutched Ariās thighs as you slumped forward, resting your head against his leg and breathing heavily.Ā
Naked, filthy and broken, you rested at his feet. Leaning into him like he was your lifeline.Ā
Ari caressed the top of your head then stepped away for a moment. You fell forward, bracing yourself on your hands on the marble floor. A few seconds later something very soft, very warm, and surprisingly heavy, was draped over your naked form.Ā
In your peripheral you saw a glimpse of white with streaks of silver.Ā
Ari covered you with it, then effortlessly picked you up into his arms. Defenseless, exhausted and confused, you simply sank into his embrace. Resting your cheek against his chest, you glanced at the softness wrapped around you. A white fur.Ā
You didn't mean for this to happen. It just did. Ben has been inside of you for hours now. Originally, you had told your dad you were hanging out with Ben just for old times sake. Just like you did when you were little. But now look at you. So filled with him, so needy for him. It was borderline pathetic.
He grips your hips, starting up his thrusts again.
"That's a good doll... Good doll..." He huskily whispers in your ear, the wet sound of him pounding into your cum filled hole, along with your moans and his groans filling the room of your apartment.
Again, you didn't mean for this to happen. Watching TV one moment, then making out the next, and now he's deep inside of you. What were you supposed to do? You've always had a crush on him. He's hot, he knows it. But he's also a dick.
His arms bring your legs up higher, thrusting deeper into you. You moan loudly.
"Ben! Oh fuck!"
"That's it, doll... So good f'me..."
You can feel yourself getting closer and closer once again as he drives his cock into you deeper.
This was better than any fuck you've ever had in your life. You don't want it to end. Don't want it to be the last time you ever feel so full, so perfect, so wonderful. You're high off of his cock and his words. It's perfect. This is perfect.
He can tell you're close, and that causes a cocky grin to form on his lips.
"There it is..." He groans.
With one final thrust, you both cum. A gasp coming from both of you.
He pants, falling on top of you, and you hold him close. Needing him close after what you two just did.
Warning! This is between fully consenting adults! This includes Fauxcest, no one is actually related.
Someone request something similar to this but now I can't find it.
Big brother that finds your toys and snitches on you. Dad is in shock! He knows you're technically a big girl you can do whatever you want. He can't fathom the idea of his little girl doing such dirty things! Well... technically be can...he's spent hours fisting his cock to the thought...just he can't admit that...
So he's calling both of you now for a family meeting. Big brother gets in trouble for snooping through your things and you get in trouble for having such a dirty toys. Dad asks all sorts of questions, he especially questions if you've dared bring other men into his house!
He will not allow his precious girl let some lowlife enjoying her pretty cunt. So he has to be at least a little relieved that you have toys for your needs. Then he starts asking if you even know how to properly use them. How do you know how to use them? Have you been watching dirty videos too? Try to defend yourself all you want because you're a big girl but at the end of the day your dad's little girl and big brothers little sister.
Toys are confiscated. If you wanna play with that pretty cunt you need to ask for permission. You need the permission of Dad or Big Brother. You go a decent amount of time without your toys. You can make it work until one day you just can't handle it anymore!
Walking into Dad's bedroom, tugging on your bottom lip, and avoiding eye contact. Asking him for your toys all shy. Dad is so proud you finally asked! Of course he says yes but when he grabs them he doesn't let you take them. He makes you lay in the middle of the bed and calls over big brother. They tell you to take your panties off and spread your legs. When you refuse they explain this is the only way you are allowed to use your toys.
Soon enough Dad is holding the vibrator to your clit while big brother is fucking you with the dildo. Each on either side of you as they talk and praise you. They figure out quickly exactly what you like and tease you for it. Taunting you for being so wet too. They bring you to multiple orgasms but don't stop until you are too tired and dumb to do anything. Both are proud of you and themselves for this idea.
thinkin about older bf! soldier boy purposely babying you despite your age ā.ą³ąæ*:ļ½„
warnings: MAJOR infantilization, petnames, afab reader, gross/perv ben, daddy kink, spanking, light dom/sub, fem-pronouns, fingering mention, crying, brat-calling (just once at the end).
a/n: so excited to share my second piece! woo!! i think this is an official reveal of my perverted tendencies. any feedback + asks would be greatly appreciated <3
older bf! soldier boy looooves to act like you are simply too young to understand anything he says, so he dumbs it down into terms he thinks you can understand.
whenever ben retells glory stories from his days as the golden boy of vought, he turns to you, pets your hair, and coos ādonāt worry baby iām gonna say it in little girl terms too,ā regardless of the devotees crowded around him. you nod your flushed face as your wide, doe eyes look up and patiently wait for his explanation: āwhen daddy was younger, he used to kill all the bad men in the world to protect all the pretty girls like you! split emā apart with the same fingers i use to stuff your cunny.ā
older bf! soldier boy constantly doubts your ability to act like a functioning adult. he just chalks it up to how much younger you are than him and that you're just a girl!
whether it be ordering at a restaurant, picking an outfit to wear on date night, or even answering a question during an interview with your partner, benās āguidanceā transgresses helpful and borders domineering. faltering for even a moment causes his sharp eyes to wrinkle in the corner, a demeaning smirk to slip onto his lips, and a large hand to snake up your back until the rough pads of his fingers can stroke the nape of your neck. condescendingly, ben will sneer: āaww thats alright honey; you donāt gotta get it, youāre just a little girl. let daddy handle all the thinkinā, all i need you to do is keep being pretty for your old man.ā
older bf! soldier boy who is overly protective over everything!! no matter what you do, he is there ready to step in and āhelpā his darling girl.
as youāre cutting up vegetables for dinner, swaying your hips to the ambient music floating throughout the kitchen, ben is quick to jump off of the couch and cage you between his corded arms, pressing himself into your back. His hands envelope yours, shifting the knife into his palms, ādolly, you know youāre too little to play with knives, you shouldāve asked daddy to help!ā heās even worse while watching movies; shielding your eyes during the dirty scenes in a movie despite his hand being in your panties and fingers curling inside you!
and if you bring any of this up, he treats all of your complaints and fights like a temper tantrum!
ben crosses his broad arms, tightens his lips, and looks down at you(r chest) while shaking his head in chastisement. āsugar, i donāt like this tone youāre takinā with me, you gotta respect your daddy.ā and if you find it in yourself to continue to protest, heāll thrust you over his knee and unclasp his leather belt with one hand and peeling off your damp, lacy panties with the other. āyouāve really done it now, little girl. now iām gonna have to spank all that brat out tillā my good girl comes back.ā he growls, his calloused hands cupping your cheek while his thumb sweeps away your salty tears.
a/n: ew im kinda gross... thank you for reading! likes, reblogs, and asks are SO appreciated. i had so much fun sharing this with you <3
Warning! This is between Consenting adults! This post includes Fauxcest, no one is actually related.
Reverse cowgirl with Dad as he talks and drinks with Uncle casually. Getting spanked every time I slow down or him meanly fucking up into me. Uncle strokes his cock as he watches and waits for his turn with his niece. Dad pushing me off and sending me over with shaky legs to uncle. Uncle cooing at me softly but sinking me down completely on his cock. Gasping and shaking because I can never get used to them. Getting passed between them throughout the night until they are both a little too tipsy.
They are done stroking their cocks as the other uses me. Uncle is laying me on the couch and fucking me. Pushing my knees back to my chest while Dad is kneeling by my face and pushing his cock down my throat. I have to lay there and take it. Uncle moaning loudly as he cums in my hole. Slowly pulling out as he does and painting my tummy too. While dad makes me swallow all of his cum. Both older men panting and looking at me proudly.
I'm tired and messy as I lay there exposed. Uncle bringing his big hand back to my cunt and tapping it a couple times making me jolt. Praising me telling me I did such a good job while dad says I should be used to it by now.
Mermaid girl that gets to go on land every once in a while but it's rare. She enjoys her time exploring and discovering new things. Until a pirate comes along, he can recognize what she truly is from a mile away. Corners and pins her down with his sword, what is a tricky thing like you doing out of water? Her eyes widen and she's a stuttering mess. I just wanted to look around! I won't cause any trouble! She's trying to defend herself but he scuffs.
Her being out of water is very dangerous for her. She doesn't have the upper hand and if anyone found out she'd be dead. You merfolk, always think you know everything...all you are is trouble. The pirate says but he looks her in the eyes. He can see how naive she truly is. So he takes advantage of that, I'll show you around...show you what it's like to be human. Really?! She lights up but then looks at him curiously. What's the catch? No catch...just need to let me teach you everything.
He takes her everywhere, to all the stands, steals for her, and she enjoys her day. Spoiled little mermaid, he shakes his head like he isn't the one doing it. You're oddly nice for a pirate, and you're oddly naive for a mermaid. Am not! Are to! Stupid and silly bickering until they are both making their way back to the docks. They stumble upon a dark alley, moans are heard. Is that normal for humans? The pirate glances at the indecent humans and nods. Going at it like animals... pretty normal I'd say. Then why haven't we done it? Excuse me little mermaid? The pirate looks at her, and she huffs.
You said we'd do everything humans do, that you'd teach me. You want me to teach you that? Yes! He laughs and shakes his head, I don't think you know what you are asking for. Yes I do! No you don't! Every second you show me how naive you are, you are lucky you aren't fish bait. You said everything! Fine! He yanks her into another alley way. Humans get treated like that when they whore themselves out. Whore? Whore! He is pulling the layers of her dress up, uncovering the pretty scales that cover the side of her hips. Her cunt bare to the world, no panties all day? He laughs and runs his fingers through her slits, she gasps at the feeling.
Humans feel like that when touched there? She moans softly as he rubs her clit. They do...when it's done right, he glances at her face. Feels good doesn't it? She nods, it does...really good. So pretty, my little mermaid was hiding her pretty scales and her pretty cunt. However whores don't get treated so nicely, he stops rubbing her clit and she whines. Hey... You wanted whore treatment so that's what you are going to get. You could've waited to get to the docks...take you on my boat. He says all this while undoing his pants. But nooo, mergirl needed it right now. Her eyes widen when he frees his cock, that's...where... She looks at him.
He strokes his hard cock, this goes inside you. Don't act so dumb, mermaids don't fuck? He grabs her leg and pulls it up. Over his shoulder as he lines up with her hole. Dragging the tip through her slits, getting them nice and wet. We mate but this isn't- this is a type of mating for humans. What? She says shocked but then gasps when he suddenly pushes in. She whimpers and digs her sharp nails into his shoulders. He groans at how tight she is and at her grip. I can't mate with a pirate! She whines as he starts to fuck her. You asked for this pretty mermaid, he grabs her other leg and holds her against the wall. Yeah but I didn't- she cuts herself off with a moan.
Just take it, take my pirate cock. He grunts as he keeps fucking her. I should keep you, he huffs and looks her in the eye. As the night gets darker her mermaid features become more obvious. Scales on the side of her face, eyes shifting, teeth and nails getting sharper. You can't! But her cunt tightens around him. But I can, you're on land! I have the upper hand here, with each other he pulls out and suddenly slams back in. She moans loudly at each thrust and he smirks. My biggest treasure yet, my pretty little mermaid. Feels good...too good! She panics and hits his shoulder. Easy! Let it out, you're going to cum. I'm gonna cum... She lets out a loud moan as she does.
She's shaking against him, that's so fun. She smiles in a haze, mermaid mating...isn't like this. The pirate smirks all smug before letting her down, pulling and turning her. Just the beginning mergirl, he pushes in from behind. Grabbing her long hair in his hand and fucking her from behind. She can barely hold herself up, she just got used to having legs now they are shaking again. Do...do human pirates only do this? She gasps when he pulls her hair, no. But I don't share, he growls. You're my little mermaid, understood? She moans, yes! Good, he lets go over her hair and grabs her hips. They are oddly sensitive because of the scales that cover them.
Fuck, I'm gonna cum in this mermaid cunt. He moans loudly, please! She whines, that means I'll breed it. Her eyes widen, breed? Like when mates- yes, you dumb mermaid! She whines, please breed me then! The pirate's eyes widen but he lets out a moan, fine...I'll breed my mermaid. Really make you mine, he's slamming into her repeatedly. I'm going to cum, she whimpers. Cum with me, loud moans are heard from the alley as they both cum. Both panting, you are never leaving my sight. He grabs her face from behind and makes her look at him. You are my mermaid now, my treasure.
She didn't know how she'd be able to escape him. She didn't know if she'd ever be able to go back home, back into the ocean. She didn't know if she even wanted to go back...not when her human body feels so good. Not when all she can think is with her human cunt instead of her right mind.
