Page 18 of Knotty New Year

“No. Please don’t stop,” I managed to squeak out.

He kissed my temple, murmuring, “Such a good girl, you’ve earned a reward.” He picked up his pace and fucked me with three fingers, stretching me wide and making my pussy clench helplessly in another near-painful orgasm as he promised dark, depraved deeds, whispering in my ear how many times he was going to fuck me, and where. “Everywhere is mine tonight, sweet girl. I’m going to lay you down now, and then I’ll work my fat cock into that sweet, tight cunt.” He pressed my hands over my head to hold onto a velvet pillow. “Don’t let go,” he warned, then stood to strip his own clothing away.

My mouth went dry at the muscles on his torso, the Adonis belt that led down to a proud, angry cock that was easily twice as thick as any beta’s I’d ever encountered. Much thicker than the toy I’d bought online for my heats. The knot at the base was terrifyingly large, nearly the size of a fucking grapefruit.

“That’s not going to fit,” I whispered, moving my legs together. Maybe I could ride this mini-heat out with just my own hands. But he kneeled between my legs, pressing them wide, and jacked his swollen erection until hot droplets of pre-cum fell onto my mound.

“You’ll take it, baby girl. You’ll work so hard for me, won’t you? Work to get that beautiful cunt to open up for me? And when you can’t get any more in, I’ll help you. I’ll show you what it means to take your alpha’s knot.”

A sudden burst of rage welled up in me, and I made that horrifying growling sound again. But this time, I meant it. “You’ve knottedother omegas?” I accused. I knew some alphas didn’t think it was any big thing to take a willing omega, even help a friend through a heat. But the idea thatthisman, my alpha, had done this to some other omega before me…

“Shhh,” he murmured, stroking my hair as he balanced on his elbows over me, his sweet pine and ozone smell calming me almost as much as his purr. “Not for many years, and never like this. You’re all I can see, all I can smell. All I can remember.” He set the swollen head of his cock to my opening and pushed in slightly, back and forth, rubbing the slick over him with one hand, while he stared down into my eyes, leaning in for a long, passionate kiss. Then he drew back up and started thrusting deeper.

It burned at first, the stretch barely on this side of pleasurable even though he didn’t have his full length inside me yet, and I was still a little scared at the thought of that huge, hard knot battering its way into my body. But he reached down with those clever fingers and started winding my clit up again, working it expertly and humming that purr as he stretched me wide.

“You feel so good, little omega. Smell like custard and berries. I want to stop and suck all that sweet cream out of you, eat what’s mine. But first, I’m going to feel you come all around my cock, find out how hard you’ll grip me when I—”

His words tipped me over the edge into another orgasm, and he took that moment to thrust the rest of his cock, all except the knot, into me. The combination of intense pressure and unbearable pleasure almost made me black out.

“Touch me now, princess. Touch anything you like now,” he purred as he fucked me through that orgasm and began the climb to another one. I scraped my nails down his back, and he began thrusting harder, his knot hammering against my too-small opening each time.

“It’s… going to… hurt,” I gasped, fighting the orgasm that I knew was coming. I could see in the way he held himself that he was getting close to his own orgasm. He would take that moment, when I came, to split me wide. And a part of me wanted it,neededit. I ached inside, burned like someone had set a fire that only he could quench.

“Shush, princess. I’m going to make it so good for you. I’m going to rub your slick all over my knot, and slide it into you so gently… Don’t worry, I wouldn’t hurt you for anything. Trust me. Open to me. I will take such good care of you. I’ll keep you safe, my love.”

For some reason, it was that gravelly vow, that he would protect me, which sent me over the edge. I felt my pussy start to flutter in the beginning of what felt like a tsunami of pleasure cresting on the horizon. Felt something give—a band of muscle I hadn’t realized had been tight, now loosening a fraction. And then his fingers were everywhere, his teeth scraping the side of my neck.

I threw my head back, exposing my throat. “Claim me, Alpha!” I shouted as I began to come.

“Take this knot, sweet girl,” he commanded, still purring, and beginning to thrust even harder. My pussy expanded even more as I was swept into a vortex of sensation. I could feel every inch of that bulging flesh as it pressed inside me, re-shaping and filling me so intensely I wasn’t sure if I could breathe. Was it pleasure, or pain, or both? I screamed out my climax as he pushed the last of the massive knot into me, and I felt it swell, growing impossibly larger. Locking us together.

A burning heat began as he started pouring his cum inside me, bathing my walls with his release. “My perfect little omega,” he growled in my ear. “Soft and sweet. Gonna fill this hot pussy with my seed, fuck you so deep, knot you so long. Breed your tight little cunt until your belly’s full.” His wicked promises triggered another orgasm; my walls tightened around his knot, like a fist squeezing him. “That’s right, milk me dry, baby girl. You’d better milk it as much as you can, because when I’m done, and you’re dripping with my cum, I’m going to flip you over on your front, and I’m going to see how tight that sweet, hot ass of yours is.”

He chuckled darkly in my ear when I gasped. He wanted to fuck my ass? How? “I… I never…”

“Never had a cock in that tight hole, sweet girl? I’m sure you’ve never had a knot there. I’m going to stretch you so wide, push those soft legs open, lick you everywhere.”

I’d never heard anyone talk this way during sex. I’d never even dreamed the things he was suggesting were possible. But I could hear the promise in his words. I knew he was going to wreck me, take me in every way he could. I came again, and again, as his burning hot seed filled me.

He would own me. And I would welcome it.

I felt his hand move over my stomach, cool against my feverish skin as I descended from another shuddering climax. “Look at that beautiful bulge,” he said, scraping my lower abdomen with his fingertips. I peered down blurrily. It was slightly distended. My god, how much had he emptied into me? “So full, aren’t you? Full of my seed.”

Then I felt his knot growing slightly smaller. He thrust a few more times, then slipped out, moving down so that his face was hovering over my pussy. I felt his hands moving around my swollen lips. “What–what are you doing?”

“Pushing it back in, sweetheart,” he said, like I’d asked a silly question. When he was satisfied he’d worked enough back into me, he set his knuckles at my entrance—to keep the liquid inside me, I assumed—and pressed his tongue to my engorged clit.

“Wait—” I began, but he sucked it into his mouth and began torturing the bundle of nerves, growling and nibbling, forcing me to come again. It was too much. I writhed on the slick-soaked nest, and felt his knuckles slipping deeper inside me.

“Shush, princess. Hold still. Your poor little pussy already had my knot. I don’t think you want my fist in there tonight.” His laughter was dark. “I’ll have to stretch this tight little cunt for a while before we can try that. But when I do, you’ll beg me for it.” He sucked my clit again, and I squealed as I felt another knuckle pushing into me.

I had never thought of myself as very sexual, not even after I’d perfumed. I’d never had forbidden fantasies. But this alpha was uncovering a treasure chest full of wickedness. I wanted him to do everything he’d threatened, and more. I wanted to serve him, suck him. Be his good girl, no matter what that meant.

“Claim me, Alpha,” I begged, as another orgasm began to barrel toward me. “Bite me.”

His fingers still working in and out of my fluttering cunt, he slid upward, his hot skin burning mine as he brought his face to my neck. I felt his short beard and then his teeth against my throat, the sharp points of his canines suddenly sharper. I came, waiting for the bond to form, for the connection between us to create that bridge of love I’d read about in so many novels.

But then he was pulling away. Standing, staring down at me with eyes that glinted with what couldn’t have been tears as he said, “I won’t, princess. I can’t.”

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