Page 13 of Primal Claim


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He reared back, taking a brutally tight grip on her hips and thundering inside her, slamming against her ass. She tensed, but managed to stay quiet.

Good girl.

Within moments, he worked up, faster and faster, growling as his hips snapped against her soft buttocks again and again. Each time the head of his cock battered her cervix deep inside, she tensed, occasionally mewling, but remarkably seeming to endure it quite well. Her pain tolerance must be sky-high.

In fact, as he plundered her cunt even more brutally, he began smacking her ass harshly, snarling at her to press her cunt back on his cock. She obeyed the command instantly, her thighs opening wider as moans slipped from her lips, though he couldn’t tell if they were from pleasure or pain.

“I’m… I’m going to… oh,God, I’m gonna come…!” she cried out breathlessly. “I’m going to—”

Her soul-deep moans, the pitch higher and higher, took her over then, her hips writhing and pushing back boldly at each heavy, punishing thrust into her. He bent over her, biting into her shoulder and holding tight as her pussy spasmed around him, her moans spiraling into a lost cry, her head flying back, the thick locks of her hair whipping against him.

“Come, Omega, come on my cock. Your Alpha’s cock.”

She cried out again, this time much louder. She pressed her hips back hard, impaling herself the deepest upon him yet. The sensation was too much, her cunt continuing to ripple and spasm along his entire length.

He reared up, gripping a shoulder in each of his hands, holding her cruelly tight.

“Fuck…fuck!” he snarled, his orgasm boiling up from deep within. He pounded into her over and over, at times lifting her feet from the floor as he staked her upon his length.

“Yes… yesss,” she hissed, her voice broken.

His cum poured forth as deep within her as he could possibly be, and he drove into her with a last frantic, violent burst of thrusts, his hips slapping audibly against her buttocks, sending them bounding.

And then he was lying over her back, tongue slowly licking the teeth marks he’d left in her shoulder, her pussy quivering, squeezing now and then. Her breathing was so frantic, it was as if she were sipping the air in desperate little gulps.

He loved it.

Sweat poured from her, and he licked that from her skin too, loving the salty taste of her. Her juices dripped from his balls beneath them, the scent of her so strong he could almost taste it on the air.

He gave her one last cruel slam of his hips, driving into her a final time, making her whimper. He then pulled his still erect cock from her sex, a flood of her juices and his thick seed splattering to the floor beneath her feet.

“Oh, fuck… there’s… so much…” She said it almost with a sense of awe. Her voice was soft and muffled against the door, almost inaudible.

He slapped her ass harshly, then squeezed her bottom cheek possessively, staring at the ongoing rush of his semen from the stretched open slot of her very wet, very reddened cunt. “This is what happens when you’re fucked by a real male, Omega. This is what it’s like to be taken properly by your Alpha.”

* * *

Chastity stirred on her bed, the sheets damp and sticking to her skin. She reached across the mattress, feeling for the Alpha (hestillhadn’t told her his name), eyes fluttering open when she realized she was alone.

“Um. Hello?” Her voice was hoarse and she couldn’t manage much volume, but she sat up and looked around. She couldn’t muster the energy to stand up and actually search around the condo for him, so she lay back down with a groan, wincing as the fabric of her sheets stuck to the stickiness coating her thighs.

How long had it been? Days, surely. She hadn’t exactly been keeping track since he had first taken her against the front door of her home. And, well, she hadn’t gone very long without his cock between their fucking sessions. It was how she had started tracking the time: the moments when his cock settled deep inside her, fucking her within an inch of her life—and the moments in between.

It seemed that her enhanced sexual energy was affecting him, too; he was hard almost constantly. Or maybe it was their hormones, syncing up? Even when he had just come deep inside her, his cock still hung heavy and thick between his legs, making her mouth water when it caught her eye. The tiny voice of propriety and shame in the back of her mind told her that she should be ashamed of her wantonness, but the heat had consumed her every thought and drowned out that voice with thoughts of cock, fucking, and her needy, dripping wet pussy.

God, where is he?

Her skin was starting to itch again; she needed him to touch her.

She squeezed one of her breasts, tugging on her nipple the way he had taken to doing. He seemed obsessed with her nipples, pinching and twisting them as often as he could get his hands on them. There had been a period of time early on where he had cradled her against his chest and played with her nipples until she was writhing under his touch, whimpering and begging in a broken whisper for him to fuck her.

The begging hadn’t encouraged him to fuck her; he only did that whenhedecided to, no matter how pretty her begging was. He had made that abundantly clear—but ithadamused him. The sadistic chuckle he affected already haunted her dreams, and she had started to wake with part of her hoping to hear the degrading sound of his soft laughter that went straight to her pussy.

Her other hand dipped between her legs, her hazy mind vaguely surprised when she encountered pubic hair that was slick with her juices. Admittedly, she hadn’t been paying much attention to her body outside of the Alpha sating the itch deep in her cunt with his cock, but surely her pussy couldn’t bethatwet. Could it?

A door slammed at the front of the condo before she could explore the issue further, and she snatched her hands away from her body before he saw her touching. He had caught her absentmindedly playing with one of her nipples while he had been in the bathroom one… evening? Day? And the disapproving expression on his handsome features had made her stomach twist. Many of her memories since the doctor’s office were hazy, but she vividly remembered him telling her that she was due for punishment once her heat was over.

Did that mean… was he going to stick around? She wasn’t going to be in heat forever; he had to know that she wasn’t going to be this simpering, dripping… sex bunny forever. Didn’t he?

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