Page 56 of Breeding Clinic

I wish the light wasn’t so dim. That the corn maze wasn’t so dark. The tall stalks of closely-sown corn make the shadows long. It’s eerie.

While I can still see, I dig my thumbs into her pussy and spread her wide. Watch her pink hole tighten when she clenches. Her asshole puckers. One day we’ll fill that hole. Has she ever had a cock up there before? Or do we get to take that cute little hole’s virginity?

Her wet pink pussy glistens. Beckoning me. Her pheromones are thicker here. Sweet arousal pumps into the air, filling my sinuses and making me lose all reason. Like a siren’s call, I’m desperate to answer. I can smell that she’s pregnant. That the baby’s mine. And it satisfies some deep, primal desire in me that I’ve never had the likes of before. This need I have for her isn’t as simple as desire. It’s a craving. And I’m addicted.

“Are you joining or keeping watch?” I ask Matthew.

“Watching, of course.”

My filthy voyeur. He’s always watching. Waiting. Patient. More patient than me. But no less depraved once his engine’s been revved. I can’t wait until the day she stokes his flame so all four of us can burn together.

The wet sucking sounds that her mouth makes has my cock dripping. I undo my belt buckle and jeans, and hook my thumbs in my boxers, shoving it all down. My dick springs free, thick and ready. It points toward her pussy, defying gravity, as if it already knows where to go.

I fist the base of it and line us up. Notch my dripping head between her slick lips. Sink into her wet heat. Her back arches,pushing herself down on my cock. Taking me deeper. Over these last few weeks, she’s learned how to move with me. How to take me. Her pussy’s well trained now.

I sink all the way into her and let out a low, satisfied rumble. Gabriel meets my eyes from across her other end and I share the moment with him. Thrusting into her. Watching the way she bounces on his cock. Seeing the effect it has on him. The way his eyes flutter shut and his hands smooth over her. Gathering up the stray bits of hair that have fallen out of her messy bun so he can watch her suck his cock.

Matthew watches, his attention split between the sight we make, sprawled out fucking on the ground like animals, and the corn maze. Watching for trespassers. Protecting our impromptu nest, like a good beta should.

A purr breaks free from the tight reins of my control and I swallow it with an inhale of air. I tug Kat’s hips back to meet my thrust, fucking into her harder. Pushing her to take more of Gabriel’s perfect cock.

God, she undoes me. Makes me borderline feral. I want to hunt her in the woods one day. After she’s had our baby. When she’s near her heat, her body begging me for another. Chase her by sound and scent. Find her. Wrestle her to the ground. Rip her clothes off and rut her into the dirt. Fill her pussy with cum. Put another baby in her.

That primal, savage instinct wants to keep her like this. Fertile. Her body round and supple. Breasts swollen with milk. I can’t wait till she starts lactating. Can’t wait to lick droplets of sweet milk from her nipples while Gabriel licks her pussy and Matthew fucks her ass.

Her pussy clenches around my cock as if it hears my thoughts and answers. Hungry. Needy. Desperate for alpha pheromones. For a pussy full of cum. I’m going to seed her deep, then tug her panties back up. Let our mess soak herpanties and jeans, so she knows she’s ours with every squelching step Kat takes.

“Fuck,” Gabriel mutters softly, sucking in a breath. His grip in her hair tightens.

He has my sympathies. I know exactly what he’s feeling. Our omega’s good at sucking cock.

“Did we turn this way before?” a stranger asks.

“I don’t think so,” someone else answers. “Shine your light on the map again.”

Her pussy clenches tight on my cock. I fuck her faster, my balls slapping against her cunt. I don’t care who stumbles upon us right now. There’s no way in hell I’m stopping before I’ve drained my balls inside her.

The corn rustles and a footstep scrapes against a rock, sending it skittering. My heart flutters with fear. Anticipation. Arousal.

“That way’s all dead ends,” Matthew tells them.

“Oh, thanks,” the woman answers. “Babe, I want to go,” the woman complains. “This is boring. Get us out of here.”

“Let’s just walk through the rows of corn,” her boyfriend answers. “I want a beer before the beer tent closes.”

The corn rustles again. Our interlopers walk on, oblivious to our misdeeds. Her pussy flutters, squeezing my cock. Milking my balls. She comes, her moans a whimper around the cock in her mouth. Gabriel groans, low and throaty.

I can’t hold back anymore. Not with the filthy noises they make as they try to be quiet and fail.

My groin tightens and my knot swells. I pull her hips down and grind my cock inside her.

Kat pops off of Gabriel’s cock and twists to look over her shoulder. “Don’t knot me.”

It’s too late. I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to. And Idon’t. There’s nothing better in this world than an ass or pussy squeezing an alpha’s knot.

My cock pulses, jets of cum filling her tight channel. My knot swells, keeping all those pheromones locked in tight. Protecting her sweet, perfect pussy from any competitors. My breathing is hard and a soundless purr stutters in my chest. My teeth ache with the suppressed urge to bite her soft skin.

“Oops,” I say. My remorse is a lie. My instincts demand this. Her pussy full of my cum. Her belly round with my baby. Her neck scarred from my bite. I’ll settle for two out of three. For now.

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