Hunting the Renegade Omega_A Reverse Harem Omegaverse Scifi Dark Romance

by M. D. Pentacles

  And dragging her between them, Renegade couldn’t help the rush of fluids that wet her thighs. For as they penetrated the sanctity of her most recent den, it was with a pair of roguish smirks.

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  It was dark in the Omega’s den. A cave she’d probably commandeered from some forest beast, and knowing what little he knew of the wild little female, Silver had to presume she’d eaten whomever she’d found inside. The thought of an Omega so fierce and defiant made Silver’s cock throb, and he stroked it. Watching his twin push her forward.

  Sticks and branches crackled under Balkazar’s foot.

  “Is this your nest?” Silver asked, lip curled.

  The Omega turned glassy black eyes back at him. Blinking acknowledgment.

  Kicking at the heap of sticks, leaves, moss, and other findings from the forest floor, he sneered. Turned his attention toward the entrance of her den and called for his brothers. “Micha! Wake the others and bring me your clothing. Our little bitch needs help building a proper nest.”

  The female hissed, the insult igniting her temper. Setting her hackles to bristle with midnight fur.

  Balkazar caught her around the middle before she could act on the fury burning in her eyes. Growling deep in his chest, the other Alpha snarled dominance and authority until their female began to mewl, trying to press her face against Balkazar’s collarbone and push him away all at once.

  “Submission doesn’t come easy to you, does it, Omega?” Silver asked, prowling toward them. Cock in fist, he thumbed that pearly drop beaded at his tip.

  Her response was little more than a flash of teeth and an instant of scathing eye contact.

  At that, Silver’s balls drew further into his pelvis, if that were possible. Oh, how he ached to see her humbled! Filled and soiled with their scent and twin claiming marks. Grinning, he touched his thumb to her bottom lip, pleased that she couldn’t help the flick of pink tongue. Couldn’t help but taste his salty offering. “Drink of the Canicule before I seed her again, brother,” Silver said, stripping off the remainder of his leathers. Watching Balkazar do as he was told, unnatural though it was. Watching his Alpha-twin submit to their newly minted mark and drop to his knees before their disheveled Omega.

  Groaning, Balkazar pressed lips to her cunt. Tongue flicking back, over frilled labia and toward her clenching asshole, the Alpha scooped up every drop of slick he could reach. Nose mashing against her prominent clit.

  Dainty hands settled on Balkazar’s shoulders, bracing as he shifted and sucked that little bean into the heat of his mouth.

  When he was naked at last, Silver paced around them. Content to watch until his Alpha twin palmed the globes of her ass. Spreading her for Silver’s viewing pleasure. And between her cheeks? That tightly puckered rosebud. With a snarl, Silver pressed his front to her back. Made room between her cheeks for his weeping dick and fucked the space his brother had widened for him. Gliding between her cheeks with nothing but bathing water and precum to ease the way, he marveled at the flash of his swollen knob peaking out above her tail-bone—just beneath the scar of her docked tail.

  “You did a devious thing, Omega,” Silver growled, gathering a fist full of her fine, black mane. Scraping at her tail stump with the edge of his thumbnail, he forced her head back even as her fingers tightened on Balkazar’s shoulders. Making her spine arch between them. “Letting our brothers knot you? Giving them a taste of what belongs to us? That deserves a response. But what should we do to teach our little breeder her place, I wonder? Spank her pussy until she cums? Keep her tied up and open for us? Even after her Canicule ends and she’s fat and lazy with sperm?”

  Balkazar pulled away from her snatch before the Omega could find completion, making her whine and reach for more. But he stood, ignoring her, and said, “Can’t say I’d mind having this Omega pussy on tap whenever I want it.”

  Silver grinned and spun the female. Gazing into her Canicule-blackened eyes for a few heated seconds before saying, “Seconded. But first—” he pushed her to her knees in the dirt beside her pathetic nest, “—you’ll take our cum down your throat.” He licked her lips, then fed her two of his fingers. Reaching past her gag-reflex even as he scented fresh slick in the still air. “You’ll take it in that pretty little pussy. And then you’ll take it in the ass,” he finished, her throat making a squelching hiccup around invasive fingers. “Anywhere our packmates touched, will be seeded properly. With Alpha cum. And what will you say after each load?”

  Little teeth flashed around his knuckles, her fury rekindled as she tried again to fight him—and Silver’s cock jumped. Spewing precum all over her belly and connecting them with ropey strings.

  “You’ll say ‘thank you,’” he said, stretching her larynx once, twice more before withdrawing.

  And then he began to purr.

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  Renegade couldn’t breathe! Not with Alpha dick down her throat, and another bobbing beside her cheek. Not with the rumbling tone of a dual Alpha purr pulling slick from her very core and chasing away all reason, for together, they forced her to embrace her Canicule.

  Fully. Absent reservation.

  The one-eyed beast stroked himself, watching as his quieter packbrother worked to find completion. Sharing her between them, load for load. Pinching her nose shut as his twin neared completion, the one-eyed Alpha forced her to take Blue to the very root. Mashing her nose against his dark, curly pubes, he held her there as Blue began to spray down her throat. Sending the first spurts directly into her gullet, before pulling back. Painting the back of her tongue in that heady flavor that tasted like more.

  She mewled, eyes rolling back, dark stars twinkling in her periphery as she took it all. Tongue wriggling where his sack should have hung, she swallowed each and every drop he had to offer. Luxuriating in the stretch and loss of total control.

  And when Blue pulled out, sending the last of his spend to splash across her cheek, she gasped. Grinning beneath a rope that landed across the bridge of her nose… making it dance. “More.”

  “Thirsty little bitch,” he rasped, stroking a knob that hadn’t lost even a fraction of its grandeur, in spite of spilling down her throat.

  Before either of them could mount her in earnest, the pack Betas and lone Omega male shuffled into the den. Eyes downcast, they stood naked and humbled. Trying to avoid punishment for their actions. Offering their leathers and underthings to the Alphas drunk on rut, dicks shining with residual slick, balls cinched tight by her cruel whims.

  Renegade licked her lips. Not giving them permission to approach her nest, despite the fact that she’d tasted each and every one of them.

  The one-eyed Alpha slapped her—gently, only enough to bring her attention back to him, but the slap landed. And that wouldn’t do. Snarling, she retreated on all fours, hackles fluffed as she crouched, backing toward her nest. A growl rumbling low in her cum-filled belly.

  “You think to fight us?” One-eye asked, tugging at his dick as he advanced. “Good. Nothing we like more than a good hunt.” And with that, he and Blue lunged. Together. Diving into her nest, they scattered the carefully laid bits and pieces all over the den.

  Outraged, Renegade did the only thing she could while faced with so much naked Alpha flesh—she waited. Doing little until One-eye captured her wrists and kicked her knees apart. Waited until he set his meat between her pussy lips and sank into her in one vicious thrust. Only then did she strike, for she knew what was coming. Knew what this band of ferals and miscreants intended to do, even better than they did. It was what all males wanted, in the Krust or beyond.

  Dominance. Ownership over an Omega bitch. Breeding rights.

  Renegade waited until the big male shuddered, struggling not to spill on the first mighty thrust. She waited until his mismatched eyes flicked shut, and his attention went to their audience before she lunged. Aiming straight for the spot already marked with his brother’s teeth, she placed a claiming mark just inside the larger ring already staining broken s
kin. For if hers was the first claim laid between them, hers would be the one with the strongest pull—if only between she and he. This Alpha wouldn’t have supreme dominance over her.

  Snarling, the Alpha jolted, bumping her cervix with his shock. And to his credit, he tried to break her hold without maiming himself or breaking her. Tried to stop his hips from pumping, slipping through her sodden folds he tried to bring her to heel. But against a Canicule like this one? He found himself helpless. An Alpha, dominated by a lowly Omega bitch in heat.

  Grinning against his jugular, Renegade worked her hips, milking the Alpha from below as his blood peppered her tongue. Pussy clenching around that thickest of girths, she fucked him. Knowing she was doing nothing but buying harsher punishment with every lewd shunt over his glistening length. Reveling in the perverse, for she was Renegade. Broken. Damned. Queen beyond the Krust.

  It wasn’t surprising that the Alpha couldn’t last. Wasn’t a shock when his purr splintered and he began to cum. What startled her was that he didn’t bury himself to the root. That he kept his knot outside of her folds and didn’t stretch her to keep his potent Alpha spend locked away, entreating her cervix to bloom and accept his tip. Accept his kits.

  Instead, she felt his knot expand against her asscheeks, felt him shudder above her as he sprayed her insides white. And then he pulled out, resisting when he should have been enslaved. When he should have submitted to the Canicule… to her… he painted her mound instead. Shuddering beneath pumping fist.

  It was his brother’s hands that pried her jaws apart. Blue’s fingers that broke the mating bite and allowed the one-eyed male to fall to the side. Far from spent, but not ready for more either. Dazed. Bitten twice in one night, he suffered the weight of being beholden to two mates.

  She knew that look. Knew that particular brand of indignant fury and knew who’d bear the brunt of it, but before Blue could take his turn—and some vengeance for his Alpha twin—she addressed the only male to wear her mark, and said again, “Name?” This time it was a command. This time, spoken with the voice of a Queen.

  Panting, he flicked his good eye over her face. And submitted. “Silver.”

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  “Silver,” she purred, dipping dainty fingers into the fluids pooling between her cheeks. Tasting him even before an audience of males thick and engorged with want. “Mmm, you taste good, Silver.”

  Neglected too long, Blue snarled, jealousy seeing his teeth bared and his hackles rise. Fingers tightened in her silky, black mane, and he pressed forward, forcing her to take his weight until her back met the remains of her nest. Prickling and jabbing. Uncomfortable, unpleasant as it was to admit that they’d been right.

  “And what’s your name, my Alpha?” Renegade cooed, emboldened now by the taste of Alpha blood and semen on her tongue. Knowing the show of submission would placate Blue long enough for her to do as she’d done to his twin. Stake a claim.

  Chest rumbling, he forced a breathy, “Balkazar,” through his teeth, hiking her thigh over his hip as he made space between her knees.

  She rewarded him with an Omega purr. Feminine, light and breezy, she purred a song of submission and deceit for this Alpha until his scowl eased and he dared to press a kiss to the corner of her lips. Devious, Renegade captured his mouth, kissing this Balkazar back… making him taste Silver’s spend still lingering on her palate as her tongue slipped into his mouth.

  With a grunt, Balkazar parted her folds. Pressed forward until he’d buried that Alpha cock to the root—then stopped. Trembling above her. Unable to break from their kiss, yet vibrating with a possessive need to dominate so fierce, she could feel it humming beneath her skin. Or rather… inside her. Pulsing and twitching.

  “Fuck me,” she breathed, lips moving against his, hips undulating. “Breed me, Alpha my Alpha.”

  His breath hitched. Bottom flexing until he pressed against that final gate, Balkazar speared against her cervix. The point of his Alpha cock trying to force it open. Force it to accept what he had to offer and seed that precious, rare womb.

  But they were a long way from that.

  “Leathers. In the nest. Now,” Silver commanded, standing to loom above the two in rut. Rubbing at the dainty claiming mark hiding within the other, he watched as Renegade lay beneath his brother. Eyebrows furrowed, and yet, there was no trace of the jealousy that blackened his brother’s mood. Even though it was Balkazar whose meat currently stretched her slit, Balkazar’s hips she’d hooked her heels around, and Balkazar she milked for more of that potent Alpha semen she needed so desperately. That the Canicule demanded she take.

  She could feel the primal urge to claim her depths for his own. Knew Balkazar wished to stain her very womb with his scent and chase the rest of his pack away, for there was some forgotten corner of her Canicule-addled mind that whispered, “I want that too.” Wanted him to lose control and fight for the exclusive right to breed her. To snarl when she begged and see only to his own satisfaction when it pleased him. To use her pussy as a place to leave his cum, even as he gathered more females. Adding to his pack until there was always a heated quim at his disposal.

  Renegade broke their kiss with a snarl of denial. Panting against his ear as a river of cummy slick flowed from around her stretched lips, to wet her puckered, readied asshole. Igniting that territorial rage as he plunged toward completion, she jabbed at the Alpha’s insecurities. “You think to breed me, Balkazar? You think to—” she grunted, clenching at his pole as the Betas approached her nest without permission, “—you think to send your knot to stretch my cunt and put a litter of kits in my belly? How?” she prodded, licking at the sweat dampening his thick jawline. “Your brother has already seeded me twice with Alpha sperm. And he wears my mark. His is the first claim. My claim.”

  Balkazar snarled, vibrating above and within her. Hips picking up an erratic, wild rhythm that saw his pelvis mash her clit and compress her chest. Forcing broken little squeals of mounting pleasure to tear free of her throat.

  “You can’t breed me, Alpha,” she continued, hiccuping when Konjo draped a pair of cum-stained leathers over her sprawled hair then lifted her head. Making a pillow that stank of seed and drove her straight into depravity. “Not until you bear my mark like he does!”

  Howling, Balkazar threw himself into his work. And, back arching, he plowed into her so deep, his rod bent. Spraying blast after blast toward her roof, he spilled. Shuddering as he fought not to knot her—incredible an effort though it was—the blue-eyed Alpha tilted his head, and gave her Silver’s bonding mark. Silently demanding the same treatment his twin had been given.

  The show of submission from an Alpha might as this one sent her spiraling over the edge. Sinking her teeth home, Renegade claimed her second Alpha. Surrounded by the pack, she took yet another salty load, cumming hard around Balkazar’s girth. Cumming all the harder when she felt him begin to lose the battle. Felt his knot as it twitched, beginning to stretch and expand within her. Unfurling not with the jerky fervor of the lesser males, but with a lazy, confident pulse. Alpha right down to the very root.

  “So good,” she mewled, eyes rolling back. Releasing her grip on her Alpha to gasp for breath and knead her teats. “More! Stretch me, Alpha! Please!”

  “As you wish, breeder,” Silver said—purring deep and cocky—and pulled his brother out of her cunt before his knot could fully balloon inside her. Wasting the last of that salty jizz as it splashed hot and sticky against her belly. Again staining the sparse hairs on her mound with ropes of pearly white.

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  Silver dragged their naughty Omega from her pathetic nest. Dragged her slender naked form against his chest and wrapped a hand about her throat. Forcing her to watch as his packbrothers built her a better nest. One that could endure their purposes here, given that she’d collected his entire pack, the shameless, hungry little cum-slut.

  Grinning against her cheek, Silver licked her. Shoulder to jaw. Thrilled by the flinch that subtle threat evoked in the fem
ale, he let his right hand wander. Calloused palms rasping against three of her six reddened nipples. And when she gasped, bucking against him, he cupped her mound. Ground the heel of his palm against her clit and sent long fingers to part folds drenched with slick and cum.

  “Please,” she whined, tucking her chin, trying to protect that space he ached to see his mark, even as she trembled. Riding and clenching at his fingers.

  “Mmm,” Silver returned, squeezing at her airway, forcing her to still at he pumped her tight sheath. “There’s the sound I’ve been waiting for. Begging. And here I thought we were going to have to show you what it means to be Omega. Obedient. Begging for Alpha cum to end the Canicule.” Growling just to feel the delicate female melt in his hands, Silver set his teeth to her shoulder. Pinching. Not hard enough to break skin… but enough to send a torrent of fresh slick pooling in his palm. Enough to make her whine and shake.

  Nudging her ankles apart, Silver rocked his hips. Rocked until his knob found her sodden folds and working fingers. He fucked that tight gap between her thighs, spearing through the frothy mess and bumping his knuckles on the other side.

  Balkazar stood, recovering, and set his lips to her jawline. Opposite from the side Silver had chosen, his Alpha-twin hummed low in his throat. “Are you afraid, Omega? Afraid you can’t handle all the males you’ve claimed? I wonder,” he whispered, tweaking each of her six nipples, “if you’ve bitten off more than this pretty little snatch can handle?” Balkazar growled, making her buck as his fingers claimed her middle left teat, denying her the comfort of his purr in place of a rumbling growl.

  Konjo’s deep rumbling voice interrupted them. “The nest is ready, my Alpha.”

  Silver tore his attention away from what would soon be his, turning it to his Betas and lone Omega male—all four kneeling naked at the rim of a proper nest. Hand still caging the Omega’s airway, he bared a toothy smirk against her skin. Scraping at the tender spot destined to be marred by his claim, he walked her forward. Making her ride his shaft with each step she took. But when he uttered a gravelly, “Lay down,” it wasn’t a command meant for her, but him.