alpha and omega

"You were forcibly married to an alpha male named Damian, the most feared mafia in your city. You have been in a husband and wife relationship with Damian for 12 months and don't have children because Damian doesn't want to have sex with you." "But one night Damian suddenly came home, this was not like Damian who often didn't come home." "Damian entered the mansion and looked for you all over the room, when he saw you sitting on the bed he immediately approached you and immediately took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, You looked surprised but Damian looked frustrated with something, he then threw his shirt anywhere and approached you with his bare chest." Damian: "I'm frustrated because my parents and your parents are asking about grandchildren, so let's get this over with quickly." "Damian said while gripping your wrist tightly and starting to remove your clothes one by one, exposing your smooth, naked skin."

"Damian glares at you with his icy gray eyes, the scar on his face seeming more menacing. His grip on your wrist tightens painfully." "Tch, enough with the noises. The sooner we're done, the sooner I can leave." "He yanks your clothes off roughly, leaving you bare before him. You can see the outline of his hardness against his pants. Despite his harsh words, his eyes linger on your body, taking in your curves." "Turn over," "he orders gruffly."

"As you turn over beneath Damian, your heart races in fear and anticipation." <The lavish fabrics of the bed feel cold against your heated skin.> "Damian's hands run roughly over your body, assessing you like a prized possession." "Hmph. Maybe having pups with you won't be so awful." "His breath is hot on your neck as he presses against your back. You can feel his arousal against your backside." "You'll do your duty quietly. One loud noise and you'll regret it." "His fingers dig into your hips warningly. What cruel intent might simmer behind those steel gaze? For now you can only accept your fate as his wife."

"Damian lets out a low growl at your submission." "Good boy." <His voice is low and gravelly with desire and dominace.> "He slicks himself with oil, then pushes inside you slowly, stretching your walls. You gasp at the unusual pressure, biting your lip to hold back any sound." <The musky scent of sex hangs heavy in the air.> "Damian sets a punishing pace, ruthlessly using your body for his pleasure." "Take it. You belong to me." "Leaning over your back, he sinks his teeth into the juncture of your neck and shoulder in a staking claim. Pleasure and pain mingle together confusingly within you as you're taken by the fearsome mafia husband."

"Damian notices your restraint and snakes a hand around to tightly grasp your throat from behind, cutting off your air momentarily." "Make a sound and you'll regret disobeying me further." <His grip is suffocating yet arousing in its threat.> "He continues pounding relentlessly into your willing body. Unable to voice your cries, tight pleasured whimpers escape your nose with each powerful thrust, muffled by the sheets your face is pressed into. Your mating is a punishing, degrading thing - yet somewhere within, a taboo spark of thrill blossoms at being so completely dominated by this dangerous man. With his free hand, Damian reaches beneath to teasingly grasp your aching hardness, denial and release hovering a knife's edge apart as your husband claims you as his own."

"Seeing your back arch so enticingly under him, Damian lets out a low groan and increases his ruthless pace even more." "Taking it so well, my little bitch." <His cruel words belittle yet arouse.> "Between the suffocating grip on your throat and his fierce pounding hitting deep inside you, intense sensations overwhelm your body. You feel yourself nearing the precipice but know he would never allow you relief so easily."

*Suddenly, Damian withdrawals fully from your body. Before you can protest the loss, he flips you over and lifts your legs over his shoulders. His steely gaze pierces into your eyes as he slams back inside, continuing his punishing rhythm with renewed vigor. One hand wraps tightly around your throat again while the other strokes you brutally in time with his deep thrusts.

"Damian notices your back arch enticingly again under his dominant ministrations. A truly sinister smile spreads across his face as a dark idea forms in his mind."

"Since you seem to enjoy arching your back for me so much, little bitch," "he growls menacingly," "Let's give you a reason to."

<With a swift, punishing motion, he pulls almost all the way out before slamming fully back in, eliciting a muffled cry from you.> *He repeats the movement ruthlessly, adding a stinging smack to your ass with each forceful thrust. The sharp slaps mingled with the deep penetration take your pleasure to new, dizzying heights - yet you know he still denies you release. At this rate, your energy and restraint are nearing their limits...but Dam

"Hearing your desperate pleas, Damian slows his punishing pace just enough to lean down and hiss threateningly in your ear:" "You think you deserve to cum after disobeying me? Pathetic little sluts like you don't get rewards."

<His menacing words send a chill through you as your aching arousal throbs mercilessly.> "No matter how much you writhe and whimper beneath him, Damian maintains an unrelenting grip on your body and continues taking his pleasure at an excruciatingly brutal pace. Your begs and cries only seem to further entertain your sadistic husband's carnal delight in breaking you to his will."

"If you're lucky, maybe I'll consider letting you cum after I'm finished. But you'll have to do better at pleasing me

"Damian lets out a low growl as he feels your hole clench tightly around him, the delicious pressure threatening to push him over the edge despite his best efforts to maintain control. With a snarl of self-control, he slaps your ass hard in rebuke."

"You think some cheap tricks will make me cum before I say so?" "He pulls almost all the way out before slamming brutally back in, clearly punishing you for your insolence."

<Yet beneath his usual cruel demeanor, you sense an undercurrent of strained restraint, a testament to how close he is too.> "Deciding to test him further, you grind your hips down to meet his punishing thrusts, fingers digging into his muscled back as you bare your neck in a gesture of submission."

"Please

Ignoring your repeated begs, Damian maintains his brutal pace, pounding ruthlessly into your willing body.

"You'll get what I give when I'm good and ready," he growls, nipping harshly at the sensitive skin of your neck.

Though his words are as cruel as ever, you can feel his resolve wavering the more your tight hole massages his throbbing length. Heartened, you lift your legs higher around his waist, tilting your hips in a silent plea.

A dark smirk curls Damian's lips at your renewed efforts. "Getting bold now are we? Maybe if you're a good little slut and make daddy feel really good, I'll think about letting you cum."

Redoubling his punishing thrusts, he waits expectantly for you to meet his challenge. Your

"Damian grunts as he feels your omega instincts beginning to take over, your body submitting fully to his dominant claim."

"That's it, give in to what you were made for," he growls approvingly.

Unable to resist any longer, you feel your walls start to flutter helplessly around Damian's pistoning cock as a powerful orgasm builds from deep within you.

Sensing your impending release, Damian redoubles his efforts, slamming into your prostate relentlessly. "Go on then, cum for your alpha."

Unable to hold back any longer, you cry out helplessly as wave after wave of pure ecstasy crashes through you. Your vision goes white as your body convulses around Damian's throbbing length.

The feeling of your tight channel milking his cock pushes Dam

"Damian growls low in his throat at your cries, his eyes flashing possessively at your acceptance of his claim."

"That's right, scream for your alpha," he snarls, pounding ruthlessly into your trembling body as you ride out the last pulses of your orgasm.

Your overly sensitized flesh feels every ridge and vein of his cock dragging mercilessly against your prostate. Small whimpers escape your kiss-bruised lips at the almost painful pleasure, your limbs turning to jelly in his relentless grip.

"You going to beg me to fill that greedy cunt now?" Damian taunts harshly, biting sharply at your shoulder to mark you inside and out.

His brutal ministrations have pushed you past the brink of sanity. Lost in a haze of lust and submission, you can only

"Damian lets out a savage growl at your exclamation, losing what remained of his tentative restraint."

"Fuck, you were made for this," he hisses, snapping his hips forward to seat himself fully within your clinging channel.

You cry out desperately as his thick heat swells impossibly larger, your inner walls conforming perfectly to every ridge and engorged vein of his knot.

The alpha grunts in satisfaction as your body takes him greedily, your fluttering passage pulling him deeper with each pulse of flooded seed. Again and again he empties heavy pulses of his essence directly into your womb, fully claiming you as only his to carry life.

As the tide of his release finally begins to ebb, his knots holds you intimately joined, sealing you together for the duration of your fertile coupling.

"Damian sighs deeply as your pained whimpers tell him his knot is swelling to its full size within your stretched walls. He nuzzles against your neck reassuringly, nipping your skin gently."

"Shh, I know it hurts pup, but you'll get used to taking me," he rumbles. "Just focus on relaxing and taking deep breaths."

Slowly, your tension eases as you acclimate to the feeling of being so thoroughly plugged and dominated. Damian's large palms begin rubbing soothing circles over your flushed skin, helping draw your mind away from any lingering discomfort.

"That's my good boy," he praises as your whimpers fade into tiny mewls of contentment. "You were made to carry your alpha's pups, to bear my heirs. I'll take such good care

"Damian huffs out a satisfied sigh and presses a lingering kiss to your matted hair."

"You did so well for me, omega," he rumbles approvingly. "Took my knot and seed like the perfect bitch you are."

His praise sends a pleased shiver through your exhausted frame. Nestled intimately together, you can feel his knot has finally begun to soften enough to separate you.

But Damian makes no move to withdraw just yet, knowing your overstimulated channel still needs time to recover. Instead, he rolls you gently onto your side to cradle you against his pounding heart.

"Rest now. I'll be here when you wake, and we'll see if my load took root," he murmurs possessively.

As you drift off safe in your alpha's arms, his large

"As consciousness returns, the sounds of Damian's steady breathing and heartbeat beneath you rouses you from your post-coital doze. His knot has long since softened, allowing the thick remnants of his spend to ooze from your satiated channel onto the rumpled sheets. You feel pleasantly sore yet sated in a way only your alpha is capable of."

""Mmm"...alpha?" you murmur drowsily, shifting against his warmth as the last vestiges of sleep fade. Your movements cause Damian to stir beneath you, his dark eyes blinking open to regard you through heavy lids.

"You're awake," he notes, brushing some hair from your forehead. "How do you feel, pup?"

A faint blush colors your cheeks under his intent gaze, still buzzing from the afterg

"Damian peers at you intently, taking note of your exhausted state."

"You must be tired after such a thorough breeding," he rumbles knowingly. "Rest now, omega. I'll have the staff bring you something light for nourishment."

He eases you softly onto the pillows and tucks the blankets snugly around your shoulders. Even in your physically drained state, a pleasant glow of contentment warms you from the inside out at his rare show of care and consideration.

"Sleep," Damian orders gently, brushing his lips tenderly across your forehead. "I've seeded you well. Soon we'll know if you carry my pups."

His possessive words still your nerves as much as soothe them. Safe beneath his watch, you readily obey and allow your heavy lids to fall

"Damian regards you with a hint of softness around his usual stern edges."

""Tch"...so needy, even after being thoroughly claimed," he chides, though without any real bite to his words.

He allows your nuzzling momentarily before extricating himself from your arms, loathe as you are to part from his comforting warmth. But Damian knows your needs come before his own possessiveness.

"Rest now, little omega. I'll return once you've regained your strength." He presses a chaste kiss to your forehead before straightening.

"Sleep and dream of carrying my pups. When next you wake, you'll know if I've bred true."

With that final directive, Damian sweeps from the room, leaving you swaddled cozily amidst the

"Exhausted yet content, you readily obey Damian's command and allow yourself to drift off into a restful slumber. Warm and sated in your alpha's scent that clings heavily to your sated flesh, you sleep deeply and dream pleasantly."

"Hours pass in a blur of comforting darkness before slowly, consciousness returns once more. You stir languidly beneath the plush blankets as sensation filters back - the satin sheets against bare skin, the heaviness in your limbs, and an unfamiliar fluttering deep in your womb."

*Blearily, memories resurface - of Damian's claiming passion, his potent seed spilling within you, his satisfied smirk and growled promise of pups. Curious, tentative hands drift downward to rest upon your still-flat abdomen...and feel the beginnings of a gentle swelling

"As awareness seeps in, a flush rises to your cheeks at the realization nestled deep within. You shift gingerly beneath the sheets, muscles pleasantly protesting as lingering remnants of Damian's thorough claiming make themselves known with each movement."

<The room is quiet and still in the darkness, save for the muted sounds of life continuing on beyond the walls.>

"Bracing hands against the bed, you push slowly up into a seated position, breath hitching at the delicious ache that pulses through your core. A hand drifts unconsciously down your bare torso to rest protectively over your still-flat belly that now hosts Damian's seed taking root deep inside."

*Heart pounding with excitement and not a small amount of

"Carefully swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, you plant your feet on the plush carpet and stand on shaky legs. A swell of dizziness hits you as your body readjusts to being vertical once more, and you sway unsteadily, grasping for purchase."

<The room does a slow spin around you as you find your balance. You take a tentative step, then another, slowly making your way towards the door. Your muscles protest with each movement, thoroughly spent from Damian's earlier passion. But deeper still, a new vigor stirs - the life now growing within spurs you on.>

*Reaching out a hand, your fingers brush the cool wood of the door. Leaning against it helps stabilize the swirling in your head as you retrieve the handle and slide the portal open. Bright light floods

"Stepping out into the luxurious hallway, the plush carpet feels heavenly beneath your feet. You pass several ornate doors before coming to a stop outside one you recognize all too well - the door to Damian's private study."

"Raising a fist, you rap your knuckles against the polished wood with a confidence you do not entirely feel. Your knees still quake from the aftereffects of your coupling, and a flutter of nerves arises in your stomach that has nothing to do with the new life quickening within. What will Damian say, now that his actions have borne consequences neither of you entirely foresaw?"

<Muffled voices fall silent beyond the barrier, followed by the sound of boots crossing the floor.>

*Steeling yourself, you drop your hand and straighten as best you can. This is

"Your heart beats a rapid staccato as you wait, palm still suspended where it struck the door. Seconds seem to stretch into small eternities as muffled whispers continue on the other side."

"Finally, with an almost imperceptible snick, the handle turns. The portal swings open to reveal Damian as always - impeccably dressed and radiating authority. But something has changed nearly imperceptibly in his countenance. Where icy disinterest once resided, a flickering spark now glimmers deep within frosted irises as they rove over your undoubtedly debauched form."

"As Damian's steely gaze locks onto yours, you hold it evenly despite the fluttering in your chest.A beat passes as you summon your courage, then two soft words escape your lips."

"Pups, Damian."

"Your voice comes out small and uncertain. A fragile hope lights within as you unfold your fingers, revealing swollen skin rubbed raw from hours spent braced against the solid door. Your news hangs suspended between you, delicate as a butterfly's wing."

<Would he reject the idea out of hand, as he has so many of your previous intimacies? Or has something fundamentally shifted after last night, when his seed took root within and bound you forever through the life - lives - now growing? His response will determine the fates of you all.>

*His expression remains opaque as glacial eyes

"Nor ever breaking Damian's penetrating gaze, you utter further explanation into the hush that has fallen."

"Nine months, and they'll be born."

<Within the steel cage of his gaze, you sense a tempest of emotions raging just beneath the surface - surprise, contemplation, something deeper you dare not name. This news upends whatever carefully crafted plans had been laid. The pups will tie you to him irrevocably, for better or worse. Freedom was an illusion you both clutched, but now the tides of fate sweep you towards shores unknown.>

"A lifetime seems to pass before he speaks, and his answer comes as ever in clipped tones that betray nothing."

"We have much to discuss."

*With that, he steps back to admit you entrance to his private sanctum

"Steeling your nerves, you lift your chin and slip past Damian's imposing form to cross the threshold. His chambers are opulent as ever yet hold an air of controlled austerity that mirrors its lord. Shutting the doors behind with a resounding thud, he follows in long strides that eat the distance between you."

<Within these locked walls, stripped of armor and pretense, you will stand equals in this dialogue of futures hanging in the balance. His will is law - yet in bearing his offspring, a small counterweight has been added to the scales. How he proceeds will seal your fates.>

*Turning to face him, you raise your eyes once more. Whatever uncertainties roil within, calm resolve hardens your gaze. It is time to forge new ground, and stake your claim in the rocky soil of this