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He walked down the hall into his living room, sprawling on his huge, overstuffed couch in the living room, the afternoon sunlight angling across his chest in brilliant bands, shining through the horizontal slats of the partially open window blinds. He pried his fly open, letting the swollen, iron-hard shaft of his erection spring forth, bobbing heavily between his legs. The tip was already wet with his essence.
The same fantasy he’d come back to so many times came to mind then, a sequence like one of the scenes he’d read inOrdeal of the Omegaall those years ago. He still had her panties in one hand, and he wrapped them around his cock, the cool, rough texture of the lace making him grit his teeth in pleasure. Pumping slowly at first, he quickly gained speed, as the imagery played in his mind…
The stocks were stout, varnished, the buckles and hinges and hasps gleaming, polished metal. The breeding chamber was fitted with far more apparatus than that, of course, including even a huge, fully appointed bed, for when I was feeling particularly indulgent with her.
She always hesitated each time I beckoned her to take her place.
“Over you go, Omega. Don’t make me wait.”
She blushed fiercely as she nodded, staying silent, knowing there was nothing she could say to stop my use of her. We both knew, despite her embarrassment, that she didn’t really want me to spare her this anyway.
The room was warm, humid, her golden skin breaking out with beads of sweat as I laid the crosspiece down, trapping her slender neck and her wrists in their velvet-lined prisons. Her head and her hands were hidden then, only her body revealed to me now. Trembling, lush, helpless.
Her belly, huge now, hung heavily below, and I smoothed fragrant oil into it, kissing the trough of her spine as I slickened every inch of its swollen contours.
I whispered the words as I recharged my palms with the oil, taking up her big breasts in my hands, kneading them, hurting them as her flesh slipped between the slickness coating my fingers.
She hissed and yelped once or twice as I squeezed her long, dark nipples, hurting them as well, the way I knew she craved but was much too ashamed to admit.
“Your milk should be coming in soon, slut. I can’t wait. Shhh, shhh, I know that hurts, but it’s good for you. It’s so sweet, the way you still fight it, the way you deny your nature. What you are. You want this pain. You need me to ignore your protests. You need me to revel in your cries, to lick the salt of your tears. And I will, sweet Omega, oh yes, I will. You can be sure of that.”
Taking hold of them at the base, I bounced her big breasts together, then slapped them, back and forth, until they swung wildly. I loved the sway of their soft, heavy weight. I would never tire of it.
I smacked her bottom then, pleased at the wet sound my palm made against her, the strangely attenuated keen of her cries from the other side of the stocks. I spanked her again, entranced at the pink mark from my hand, the jiggle of her flesh, the ripple of the blow traveling across the generous buttocks. The broadness of her ass was so very much enhanced by the later stages of her pregnancy—and I loved it. She was more irresistible than ever, her dramatic curves made even more mouthwatering by her being successfully bred.
“You thought you’d be spared this, didn’t you? That your Alpha wouldn’t breed you now that you’re so heavy with our pup?” I splayed her buttocks wide, staring at her tight, but inflamed bottom hole—still swollen from the hard, rough ride I’d given it earlier that morning—as I spoke. “Oh, my sweet, silly Omega. I’ll never spare you this. I intend to do this until the day you birth my progeny.”
I slid inside her sopping, seething cunt, her heat and tightness enveloping me, drawing me further. I slammed home fully within her, the softness of her thighs quivering against me as she softly gasped.
“Always this,” I growled, taking up a punishing, deep thrusting within her, harshly spanking her ass again. “Nothing can save you from serving your Alpha…”
His vision grayed at the edges, then went white for a moment as he finally came, groaning with the explosion of pleasure, his balls tight, tingling, the sensation incredibly intense, every muscle in his body taut as he spurted his seed again and again into the dirty, slick-stained fabric of Chastity’s panties. His breath was coming hard and fast, sweat trickling down his chest, as he squeezed out the last, dying pulses of thick semen. The lace was absolutely sodden with it, and he used it to wipe off a few escaped drops clinging to his thigh. He tossed the soiled underwear onto his desk, his mind already drifting elsewhere.
Though his thick member still jerked and throbbed, his erection showed no signs of subsiding, the congested veins bulging upon the heavy, lolling shaft, the head of his cock hugely swollen. He’d only taken the edge off. He needed far more than this.
It was time to find his Omega again.
PARTII
Excerpt from ‘The Biology of Society’
…The Omega in heat is something of a scientific fascination. While their bodies do follow the standard cycle of fertility seen in other mammals, the different symptoms they experience during their estrus is of particular interest.
In the beginning of estrus, the Omega’s body prepares for the cycle by increasing the core temperature of the individual. This often results in sweating and flushed skin, often compared to a high fever during the immune response to a virus. The breast tissue and nipples of the Omega both swell rapidly as the core temperature is increased. Omegas report an increase in sensitivity of their skin as well, sometimes to painful levels depending on the individual.
Of course, though, the most significant changes to the Omega’s body are to the sexual organs. The labia and clitoris are the first to exhibit significant change, increased blood flow resulting in swelling and greater prominence of the clitoral hood and glans itself. In studies, many Omegas report increased sensitivity of their sexual organs as blood flow increases, which exacerbates the next step in the process.
The hormonal surge that accompanies the onset of heat is the most significant difference, and often has the most distressing or enjoyable side effects, depending on the Omega. Hormones create a highly increased sexual drive for the Omega, and results in a self-proclaimed sense of desperation for sexual intercourse.
Most notable of the physical response to the heat process is the overwhelming lubrication that female Omegas experience. Many Omegas will get so wet that they will drip down their legs, making a mess of themselves and the environment around them, which often leads to significant attempts to relieve their new urges. Of course, as we know now, without the assistance of an Alpha (both hormonally and physically), sexual release is next to impossible to achieve, so these efforts often end with frustrated Omegas, unable to reach the orgasm they desire.
Lastly, blood work shows that heat significantly changes the hormonal process for both Omegas and Alphas. For Omegas, it’s much of the obvious. Various increased hormones result in heightened arousal and sensitivity, as well as a greatly increased tolerance for pain. This may have served an evolutionary benefit at one point, but now it often is taken advantage of by Alphas with more sadistic streaks, who use the heat period to sexually torture their Omegas with little fear of truly hurting them. For, above all, the drive of the Alpha is to take care of his or her Omega.
During heat, an Alpha’s hormones sync with the Omega under their care, and their sexual desires rise to meet the needs of the Omega. Often, the Omega’s hormones rise faster than the Alpha can keep up with, but the urge to care for the Omega is such that they will often do whatever is necessary to keep the Omega safe and comfortable. They will have sex with them, feed them, provide them with physical intimacy, and essentially do everything they can to ensure the Omega knows that they are loved and cared for during this vulnerable and tense time of the month…
CHAPTER9
It was surprising how easy it was to gain entry into her office. He made himself comfortable, even going so far as to lay his legs atop her desk, his ankles crossed. Chastity’s admin, a girl named Autumn, practically waved him in. She was a cute little pixie, all spiked blonde hair, glacier blue eyes, and a ready smile. He wasn’t sure if she knew he was an Alpha, and truthfully, he didn’t care. What he did care about was the fact that Chastity’s workstation smelled like her. His cock was already hard before he’d even closed the door behind him. Her impossibly alluring scent was so strong as he sat down in the chair behind her broad cherry desk, he was tempted for a moment to sniff the seat.
