Page 11 of Heat Clinic

Emily’s gaze grows unfocused as she moans and rubs herself against my hand. The warning sound chimes overhead through the speakers. It’s almost enough to drag her out of her heat haze until I rub circles around her clit and send her back down into bliss.

She doesn’t even notice when the alpha door unlocks and they wander in. It’s not until the first one steps up to her station and bends down to sniff her pussy that she stiffens with awareness. It’s a male with dark hair that dusts his knuckles. He sticks a finger straight into her cunt and pumps twice, then pulls it out with a wet sound and rubs his thumb against them to test how sticky her slick is. A taut webbing of slick forms between his thumb and finger, drooping from gravity until it breaks.

Her thighs tremble as he sniffs his hand, then licks it clean and purrs. We’re both quiet as he unzips his jeans and shoves them down, an impressive alpha cock flopping out. He pumps it twice, and that’s all he needs to get hard. A room full of needy, perfuming omegas means the alphas are in a constant, almost painful state of readiness as the urge to rut consumes them.

In ancient times, there would never be so many ripe omegas in one place. Any alpha who stumbled upon them would rut them ragged until a competitor came along, and then they’d fight for winner’s rights. It wasn’t over ‘til the omega had a claiming bite gnawed into them. We’re more civilized now, but some instincts are hard to overcome, even if we’ve learned how to control our baser urges. Mostly.

Emily leans up on her forearms as we both watch. The alpha’s cock drips with pheromone-soaked pre-cum, and he wastes no time notching himself to her entrance and sliding in to the hilt with one thrust as he bottoms out inside of her with a grunt of approval.

She yelps a little and fidgets as her body adjusts to the blunt intrusion of his broad cock and his rapid thrusting.

Fucking knot-for-brains alpha.

She whines, and the alpha purrs to soothe her omega distress signals. His purr is a rumbly sound that’s ill used and out of tune. I roll my eyes and rub her clit with firm circles. He doesn’t seem to mind my assistance in the matter as he fucks her with no thought for any pleasure but his own.

Her breasts bounce with the vigor of his thrusting, the leather straps of her stirrups creaking as he ruts her for a few more minutes, then comes with a grunt. He pushes his hips forward as his knot swells inside of her, locking them together. Her little belly bulges with the quantity of his emissions. He might be a lackluster fuck, but his volume is decent.

I don’t like that he’s not purring for her now that his enjoyment of the act is complete. It’s clear from her pinched brows that Emily’s found little pleasure in this joining. While they’re tied, I caress her clit and trace a fingertip over her stretched inner lips where the alpha’s knot has swollen and stoppered her up.

She twitches, her breathing growing deeper and faster as I circle faster, pressing harder until my hand cramps. Ignoring it, I keep going. She rocks, just a slight twitch of her hips that pulls on the alpha’s knot and makes her lips part in a silent sigh.

“Oh, fuck, yeah. Make her do that again,” the alpha rumbles. He grips her thighs in his large hands and rocks forward, his movements tugging on the knot swollen inside of her.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” I say. “You take that knot so well. What a good omega cunt, squeezing that knot. Getting stuffed with all that cum. Do you want to come on that knot, baby?”

Her eyes are squeezed shut tight, but she nods. My fingers move in a blur as I rub her clit with zero mercy until she’s twitching and whining. She comes with a moan, and so does the alpha as he rocks them together, a second, smaller load of cum stuffing her full.

I withdraw my fingers after one last fond stroke and clean them with my tongue, savoring the taste of her. After a minute of rest, he pulls free with a wet pop and cum and slick gush out of her, splatting her inner thighs before dripping onto the floor.

“Such a good girl, taking that knot and coming on it,” I reassure her.

She flops down and stares at the ceiling with unfocused eyes as the alpha stumbles away from her station, his cock already half hard again from the stimulation of the room. He heads left, and another quickly takes his place.

This one’s dick is longer and thinner, but he pauses to run his fingers over her slick pussy. He touches and explores her, purring for her while he ruts into his own hand until his cockhead drips pre-cum down his knuckles.

When she whines, he lines them up and presses forward. His thrusts build up to the pace of the first alpha, the wet slap of their skin joining the moans and cries and chirps and grunts of the other rutting couples in the room.

Her tits bounce until I capture one, squeezing it and pinching her rosy nipple between two fingers. Emily whimpers, and she must clench down hard on the alpha cock that’s working her because he purrs so loud and deep and good that it even affectsme.

She cries out as slick coats his dick, readying her for his knot as he pounds her through the opening of her cubby in their anonymous exchange of pleasure. There are no faces, no names, only relief for everyone involved. Her hands slap at the floor and the wall as she tries to hang on while the alpha ruts her with more skill and care than the first.

“There are straps,” I say, reminding her.

“Hnnng… What?”

I take her flailing hand and guide it to a strap, helping her anchor herself as she hangs onto one while this alpha fucks her dizzy. Her hand clenches the strap so tightly that her knuckles turn white, and then she comes. Her pink mouth falls open, and she makes a strangled sound.

The alpha fucks her through it, relentless, his hips battering against hers as he tries to rearrange her to fit him better. Deeper. Her belly bulges with each surge of his hips as he hits the mouth of her womb. And then they turn slower and deeper as he finds his own pleasure, his knot swelling just before he comes. His cock twitches as he pumps her full, all that good alpha seed pooling right where she needs it.

His purrs sooth her as he strokes up her thighs and rubs a hand over her belly where he’s nestled deep inside of her. With a gentle touch, he rubs himself through her skin, his cock jumping with each straggling spurt of seed trapped behind that wide, swollen knot.

She moans, her head lolling to the side as she rubs her cheek against my thigh and nuzzles me, her eyes sliding closed as her entire face relaxes.

“Good girl,” I say. “Such a good knot-milking omega. Did that feel good, baby?”

Emily nods and lies there in quiet contentment until the alpha’s purr fades and he pulls free of her and steps away. In his absence, she whines. I’ll make a note in her chart that she liked the second one. He might be worth approaching for group activities if he’s open to that.

“Sam,” she whispers as there’s a lull in the lineup, the alphas busy with other omegas for the moment.

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