by Lizzy Bequin
While they are snarling and threatening each other, I manage somehow to drag myself to my feet. My legs are weak and quivery with lust. My skin is dripping sweat. I stumble toward the edge of the shelter of the overpass where the rain is pouring down.
Finally, the Alphas take notice, and their growling grows quiet.
“Sloane,” Dog calls. “Where are you going?”
He rushes toward me and Truk is right beside him.
As if in a dream, my bare feet carry me out into the rain. The fat drops of cool water splash on my skin, raising tendrils of steam off my hot flesh and refreshing my weak body, at least for a moment.
The rain wets my white tank top, plastering the thin material to my skin. My nipples were already poking through before, but now the fabric conforms to every contour like a thin layer of paint, and the pink of my nipples shines through. I may as well be topless.
Dog and Truk pause at the edge of the rain, two half-naked, heavily muscled brutes back-lit by the crackling campfire. I feel their eyes roving over my body like physical caresses. I sense their arousal straining at their shorts and loincloth. I smell the animal musk of their rut.
They want me, and that just turns me on even more. We’re caught in a vicious cycle of mutual arousal, all three of us getting hornier with each passing second.
“Dog…Truk…”
I look at the Alphas in turn, so different and yet so similar in their masculine dominance.
“Don’t fight over me.” My voice is weak; I feel faint with lust. “I need you. I need both of you.”
My hand touches the wet fabric stuck to my breasts and stinging nipples.
“I need you here.”
The fingers of my other hand pet the wet crotch of my tattered shorts, rubbing the tender, swollen sex beneath.
“And here.” My low voice mingles with the whispering rain.
The Alphas step forward, and the rain splashes off their broad shoulders. They press themselves against me, one on each side, and even just the touch of their skin against my body sends shivering waves of pleasure through me.
My legs wobble. I start to collapse. But the Alphas catch me, holding me upright between them.
“Need,” I whisper, unable to even make sentences anymore. “Need…”
“Okay,” Dog purrs. “We’ll do this together.”
He claims my mouth in a slow deep kiss that leaves me gasping. Then he turns me around and the next moment Truk’s lips are pressed to mine and his tongue is slipping inside, rolling against my own as I moan into his mouth.
They turn me like that, again and again, sharing my lips and my mouth in a dizzy dance of hot kisses.
Their hands begin to move over my body, clutching my hips, squeezing my breasts, pinching and rolling my erect nipples through the wet fabric.
I don’t resist. I simply can’t.
“Source, you taste good little one,” Truk purrs before lapping and sucking my neck.
The double attention is too much to handle. Two mouths kissing and nipping at my throat, my ears, my lips. Four rough, strong hands groping my needy body as I spin round and round in the splashing rain.
I surrender completely.
Someone’s fingers, I’m not even sure whose, slide between my thighs and stroke my sex through the fabric of my shorts. Other hands clutch my ass, kneading my cheeks and digging into my cleft.
“God, your scent,” Dog growls. “It’s so delicious.”
“I need to smell more,” Truk pants. “Let’s get these clothes off of you, little one.”
Massive hands clutch my wrists, raising my weak and helpless arms over my head. Thick, blunt fingers curl beneath the hem of my shirt, peeling the wet cloth up my body until it comes off. My naked breasts bounce free, sprinkled by the falling rain, nipples hard and screaming to be sucked.
Truk obliges them. He dips his head, suckling my erect nubs deep into his mouth and strumming them with his tongue tip.
Meanwhile, behind me, Dog drags my shorts down my quivering thighs, leaving me naked except for my white cotton thong panties. The rain mixes with my arousal fluid, running down my legs, and Dog laps it up, working his tongue up my inner thighs, moving closer and closer to my need.
I gasp as his hands peel my cheeks apart and he wedges his face into my recess, inhaling lustily, breathing in the scent from between my legs like a…well, like a dog.
“So fucking delicious.”
His voice is muffled. The breath and vibration of his words tickles me. I squirm even more, and feel more of that hot slick fluid flushing from my hole, making Dog groan even more loudly that before.
It’s so shameful, so wrong.
“Just relax,” Truk purrs, clutching me from the front. “Let yourself go. Give yourself over to it.”
His hand is massaging my front side, grinding against the crotch of my panties. The fabric is so wet and tight now that his fingers have no trouble finding the bud of my clit, which he works over relentlessly.
“Truk,” I whine. “Oh God, that feels so good.”
This is insane. I can’t believe what I’m doing now. I’m being pleasured by two Alphas while the sky douses our thirsty bodies with rain. We’re not supposed to be doing this. We’re supposed to be on a mission.
That’s when I remember my neural chip.
This is all being recorded.
Back at SynerGen, scientists are watching like voyeuristic perverts, studying every kiss, every touch, every desperate whimper and moan.
“No, we have to stop.”
I writhe in the Alphas’ grasp. But they hold me tightly, refusing to let me go.
“We can’t stop,” Truk says. “You need this, little one. You said so yourself. You need your Alpha’s help.”
He grips my neck and seizes my mouth in another dominating kiss while his fingers slip inside my panties to touch me skin on skin.
Behind, Dog slowly stands, trailing kisses up my spine. When he rises to full height, I feel something hard and hot prodding my behind, and I gasp against Truk’s lips.
Dog has taken his shorts off, and now his pulsing erection is pressed against me.
Up front, Truk has a similar idea. He breaks our kiss so he can unfasten his loincloth, letting the drenched fur flop to the ground. His hard cock springs free, craning upward toward the raining sky with arousal. I stare at it gape-mouthed while Dog squeezes my breasts and rocks his own impressive member along the cleft of my behind.
“It’s so long.” I weakly wrap my fingers around Truk’s shaft. “So thick…”
I lever Truk’s dick against me, rubbing his tip against my clit through my panties.
“So hard…”
I jerk him in my palm, thrilling at the way his smooth skin shifts over the iron-hard inner core of his erection. At the same time, I swivel my tush, brushing it against Dog’s equally hard cock behind.
“I want it,” breathe. “Put it inside me. Please…”
Truk’s fingers tease my panties aside as I guide his penis so his blunt cockhead delves between my folds, gliding along my slit until his tip rubs my tight hole.
“Oh!”
I wince at the tenderness of my swollen entrance.
Truk touches me there, the pad of his middle finger circling my hole, massaging it and coaxing it to open just enough for him to squeeze his fingertip inside.
“Oh fuck!” I yelp, bracing myself against Dog behind me.
Truk inches his finger inside, testing my soft membranes.
“She’s not ready yet,” Truk says. “Her entrance is too small, too tight. We will break her if we try to mate with her now.”
“I know,” Dog answers. “We will have to bring her pleasure in other ways.”
The Alphas lift me together and carry me back under the shelter of the broken overpass. They lay me down beside the fire on my back. Dog cradles my upper body in his lap while Truk positions himself between my legs, which fall open for him in surrender.
“I’ve never smelled a
n omega’s heat this strong,” Truk mutters.
“Then tend to it, Farlander.”
Truk casts Dog a brief glance of resentment, but immediately turns his attention back to my crotch. My panties are soaked through, and in the flickering light of the fire, my tuft of pubic hair is visible through the wet cloth.
Truk wastes no time. Grasping my thighs and spreading them even wider, he buries his face against my apex, crushing his lips against me, sucking and licking me through my panties.
“Please,” I whine. “I need it so bad. I need to come.”
My body writhes uncontrollably, but Dog holds me steady in his strong arms. He leans over me, drops of rainwater rolling from his face to splash on my breasts, which he massages roughly. He rolls my nipples, elevating my desire to even greater levels. His cock presses against my cheek. I turn my head, running my mouth along his shaft, humming as I savor his flavor.
“Does that taste good?” he purrs.
“Mm-hm,” I hum.
My tongue flickers out, licking that pure, clean rain from his hot smooth shaft.
Down below, Truk edges my panties aside again, giving him full access to everything. I should feel ashamed to be splayed and on full display for him like this, but my need is too great for me to care.
I throw my head back and howl as Truk begins to lick and suck my naked pussy. The blade of his tongue traces over my vulva. His plush lips suck and nibble my clit. I cry out and thrash in Dog’s lap.
“That’s it,” Dog purrs over me. “Come like a good omega.”
I feel pressure at my entrance again. Truk wriggles one finger inside, working it deep this time. He curls it with a beckoning motion, scratching that peculiar itch on my front wall and sending ripples of pleasure emanating out from my center to the very tips of my fingers and toes.
“Oh God, that feels so good,” I sob. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I toss my head back and forth, losing myself to the feverish lust. Dog’s strong hands clutch my face, holding me steady, forcing me to gaze up at him.
“I want to see.” His voice is rumbling and commanding, his fire-lit eyes latched to mine. “I want to see you come.”
My pussy swells with engorgement, tightening around Truk’s stroking finger. Slippery wetness pours out of me, trickling down my taint and pooling around my butt. My clit is so tight and tingly it feels like it could pop inside Truk’s constantly suckling mouth.
And all the while, I stare up into Dog’s face, eerie with jumping shadows from the fire, eyes glimmering like dark jewels.
“I want to see your pretty little face when you break.”
He won’t have to wait long. Truk has stoked the raging fire of my heat to a dangerous level, and every muscle in my body tightens in preparation for the onrushing explosion of my release.
I don’t know if I can withstand the pleasure that’s coming.
CHAPTER 16: KANE
The omega’s sounds of ecstasy split the night, her sharp voice cutting through the white noise of the rain. Her cries are shrill and desperate, easily mistaken for shouts of pain.
But I know better than that.
I perch on the ledge of the collapsed overpass, hunched and silent in the dark rain like one of the stone demons that haunt the ancient temples in our ruined city. From this vantage point, high on the other side of the narrow valley, I can easily spy on the Alphas as they toy with their little plaything.
But these are no ordinary inhabitants of the Zone. That much is clear from the omega’s close-cropped hair and the leather boots on her feet.
She is an Outsider, and so is one of the Alphas.
I hate Outsiders.
I kill Outsiders.
Nothing else brings me more pleasure. It is a shame that the treacherous creatures so rarely venture into the Zone. The opportunities for me to take my vengeance are so very rare.
But this opportunity is too good to pass up. Outsider blood will be spilled this night.
Crawling slowly, the sound of my movements masked by the rain, I move back from the edge of the broken freeway and make my descent down the slope of rubble that leads to the valley below—the valley where the Alphas are making their little omega squeal and moan with pleasure.
When I reach the bottom of the slope, I pause to look through the rain at the naked figures cavorting in the firelight.
They have changed positions now. The Outsider Alpha is sprawled on his back, and the omega, revived by her many climaxes, is now straddling his face, grinding her cunt against him hard as he laps her oozing slick like a thirsty dog. The omega’s moans are muffled by the other Alpha’s cock, which is sliding in and out of her mouth as she bobs her head.
That Alpha, the one enjoying the little omega’s mouth, is different. His heavy brow reveals him to be a Farlander.
I hate Farlanders too. Almost as much as Outsiders.
So I’ll kill them all then.
Still, I’m curious how this strange little pack came to be. Two Outsiders and a Farlander? It doesn’t make any sense.
I crawl through the darkness, advancing so I can get a better look. I crouch behind a boulder and watch as the trio continues.
The Farlander’s hands clutch the omega’s shaved head, and he rocks his hips, forcing her to take him deep. He tosses his head back and groans with pleasure as he sinks into her. The omega clutches at his thighs, but she doesn’t try to stop him, even she when starts to gag on the dick that is deep down her throat.
Lost in his enjoyment, the Farlander holds her head there, forcing her to take it until tears stream down her cheeks.
At last he lets her go, and she rears back, mouth wide and gulping air like a landed fish as thick ropes of saliva drip down her chin. She almost collapses backwards, but the Outsider Alpha—the one whose face she is using like a saddle—he grips her tightly, holding her steady.
She takes three deep, sobbing gasps, and then dives back in, sucking the Farlander’s cock even more aggressively than before.
Source, I’ve never seen an omega quite like this one.
I don’t just mean her shorn head. She has an aura of a warrior about her, and it shows in the way she fucks, like she’s trying to win a fight.
Then it hits me.
Her scent.
It is a raw, fleshy aroma that bypasses my thinking mind and speaks directly to my body on the most fundamental level. My cock instantly engorges with blood, standing fully erect and lifting the tanned leather of my loincloth. My balls throb with the desperate urge to pump their seed into her hole, fertilizing her omega womb.
Source, she smells good.
My mouth waters.
The muscles of my legs twitch involuntarily. My body wants to rush forward and claim her sweltering cunt right here and now. It takes every drop of my willpower to hold myself in place. I’m lucky that the patter of the rain masks the involuntary growl rolling in my chest.
I must be cautious.
I am no coward, but I am also no fool.
Normally, being outnumbered two-to-one wouldn’t give me pause. But these two Alphas appear stronger than average, and I am alone.
I’m always alone.
But I have a plan. Instead of attacking them head on right away, I will wait for them to sate their desires with the omega’s body. Then they will be much tamer.
When an Alpha spills his seed, it weakens him considerably. It dulls his senses and takes the edge off his ferocity.
These two will put up a hell of a fight to protect their omega. But once they’ve drained their balls inside her, at least the odds will be a little more even.
And from the looks of things, it won’t take much longer.
The omega deep-throats the Farlander again, her throat bulging with his girth. He smooths his hands over her short hair and purrs with satisfaction.
“By the Source, Sloane, you look so sexy like that.”
So, her name is Sloane. It is an ugly, Outsider name.
The omega moans a
round the thick meat filling her mouth.
“That’s right, take it,” the Farlander purrs. “Take my seed. Swallow it all, omega.”
The Farlander grunts, and the base of his cock swells with his knot. A moment later, omega squeals, and I know that the reason is the flood of semen that is spilling onto her tongue and sliding down her gullet.
At the same moment, she climaxes again, and her pussy gushes onto the Outsider Alpha’s face, practically drowning him with her slick. He grips her ass and laps her fluid, and his own stiff cock dribbles precum down its shaft.
It is a chain reaction of arousal.
And through it all, the air is filled with the sweet scent of horny omega cunt. My own stiff cock leaks a few drops of precum onto my leg where it is washed away by the rain.
But I must stay focused. Must keep my mind clear.
My revenge is all that matters.
I take advantage of their distraction to prowl closer, moving from one boulder to another.
The omega’s moans get louder, and her body spasms as she climaxes once again on the Alpha’s face. Unable to contain her bliss any longer, she draws herself off the Farlander’s cock, globs of seed churned with saliva dribbling down her chin and onto her chest.
The rain is abating.
Her scent is getting stronger the closer I approach.
I try not to inhale it, but the hot fleshy taste of it is already in my throat.
My plan, however, is proceeding nicely. The spent Farlander collapses back onto his haunches, reclining on his elbows as his cock drools the remainder of his pale load onto his thigh.
That’s one Alpha down, and one to go.
“More…” The omega’s voice is a ragged sob.
She throws herself forward and begins sucking the cock of the Alpha beneath her. Her perfect little ass is still wedged tightly onto his face. It’s a wonder the bastard hasn’t suffocated yet. However, the wet, raunchy sounds of sucking and lapping make it clear that he’s alive and well under there.
That and the throbbing red erection that the omega is sliding between her already seed-stained lips.
“So beautiful,” the Farlander groans as he watches, stroking his knotted cock to wring the last few dribbles of seed.
He cups the omega’s bobbing head, petting her short blond hair as she sucks his companion like her life depended on it. Her body is inflamed with lust, and the antidote is inside that pulsing member. The night fills with the squelching sounds of her mouth and the muffled purrs of the Alpha beneath her.
