She’d traded the safety of the pack for this. An endless amount of this.
Unless…
Still panting, the Feral made no attempt to withdraw from her saturated cunt, still gliding through the mess they’d made, he took languorous strokes. Pausing only to let the head of his dick play at her gates. Because, though it should have been impossible, he knew. Knew she was becoming more fertile with every passing moment. Knew it was only a matter of time before it was the head of his knob that would breach the last of her defenses and seed her womb.
Renegade allowed it, for there was—admittedly—very little she could do to stop it. Not now, when her aching, hungry pussy begged for more. Pleaded for another taste of the first male who’d truly had her submission, for that was a male worthy of being named sire.
She licked his lips, purring that dainty Omega purr as she teased the growl into silence. Yipping and soothing the giant Feral buried within. Taking his attention away from the howls and calls of the approaching males, she turned his gaze back. Where it should be—squarely on her.
“Again,” she rasped, and began to ride him anew. Mashing that monstrous bulge at the weeping gate of slick, stretched cunt that still couldn’t take a knot like that. Not without first letting it bloom within her, hooking behind her pelvic floor even as it gushed and spewed. Until it filled her belly and spawned the illusion of a womb ripe with kits. Bulging with an ocean of his sperm.
The Feral tried again, fingers bloodless in his effort as he tried to pierce her cervix with force alone. Ignoring ancient decree that couldn’t be broken, even by him.
But Renegade didn’t mind. Felt the approach of her neglected pack, and rode him all the harder. Waiting for that one perfect moment. For those golden Feral eyes to roll back as his knot grew tight and hard. Compact. Readying to spray her insides with frothed cream.
No, she merely bowed her head as she was pounded from below. Lips and tongue licking at his barrel chest. The dips and valleys of his shoulders as they flexed and bunched. Mewling as he worked her slight frame on his meat, heels set in the dirt. Rutting. Truly rutting. And all the while Renegade gave kisses and ignored minor hurts, licked what she wanted to bite. Suckled at his earlobe and sent shivers cascading through his massive frame, until he grunted. Until his lids fluttered and his chest expanded on a snarl.
He didn’t bother to take her with him this time. Rutting her for his pleasure, and his alone, the Feral planted himself deep as she could take. Hips jerking, cock twitching and kicking, he gave her another liberal serving of seed.
And then she struck.
Sinking her teeth into the meat of his neck, Renegade marked the Feral Alpha as hers. Claimed what should have been culled, and felt her cervix give, just a little. Felt the tip of his knob sink a little deeper, even as he roared. Even as he shifted to bury one of those meaty paws in her mane and tried to haul her off. To break a claiming mark before it was set.
But Renegade persisted. Taking torrents of salty cum, she set her mark nice and deep. And no matter what came next, knew the safety of being the first to claim each and every one of her males.
Nothing less could appease the Queen beyond the Krust.
Orgasm drawing to an end, the Feral regained whatever sense he possessed, and set thick thumb between her teeth once more. Broke her hold on his tattered flesh and tore her off his shoulder. With a mighty chuff, he stood, keeping her dangling before him. Golden eyes blazing unspoken fury, he shook her with a pelvis-deep howl.
“Alpha, please!” she whined, clinging to his wrists with bloodless fingers. “Take your due! Don’t—”
Heedless of her pleas, he spun her. Set her face-down in the dirt, and collared her throat with left hand. His dick with the right. Squeezed hard enough to ensure submission, and ground her cheek into the dirt. Careless. Selfish.
Delicious.
Renegade presented, phantom tail rising high in her mind. Flagging the Feral toward the messy goal nestled between her cheeks.
But of course, the Feral needed no subtle body language to take from the Omega female. He merely squashed his monster knot in a mercilessly tight fist, and guided himself into seeded quim.
“Unngh,” Renegade grunted, sending her knees to part further still. Accommodating the Feral Alpha she’d marked as hers.
When his tip nudged that final gate, she stopped breathing. Eyes going wide, she stared at the base of the tree she’d sprayed with slick. Mindless. Unconcerned with the yips and hollers of pack rushing ever-closer. Knowing what they’d find upon entering that soiled clearing—wanting them to see her take that insane girth for no other reason than she could.
And they were hers.
“More,” she gasped, trying to push back. To see him through that untouched cavern, where no other had laid a claim.
He snarled at her back and clenched his fist, silencing her by cutting off her airway. Doing the work by himself, as if she was little more than a sleeve for his dribbling dick. Kneading at his knot as he reached her limit, the Feral Alpha stretched her pussy. Milking that which had no business fitting in so tight a passage, he made her take the narrowest end of a knot swollen impossibly large. Fucking her in tiny spurts.
With a grunt, Renegade felt her cunt give way. Felt his tip drilling at a gate no other had passed, even as he forced her to take his knot. The Feral crushed his swollen flesh so it might fit into a pussy already stretched to capacity. Securing every millimeter gained with a determined press of hips to cheeks. Losing nothing. Taking everything.
And still, at their backs, the pack howled. The demand for Renegade’s submission a thing of debased insanity that did nothing but send tension to coil at the base of her spine. Making her clit tingle as she disobeyed. Drunk on the knowledge that each of her males would seek to punish. Would take it out on her poor abused slit until she was so filled with sperm that her Canicule would never rise again.
“Please, Alpha! More! Give me more! I want your knot to—unngh—stretch me. Ruin me, you graceless brute! Make that pussy yours!”
With a cruel chuff, the Feral refused her every plea. Denied her screams for more and her demands for leniency. He merely pressed on. Spearing her on that thick shaft until her cervix, too, submitted.
With a pop! she felt clear through to the top of her skull, the Feral made that last cavern his. Shoved his flared mushroom head through the tight ring of muscle and secured his place in her womb. Marked forever as the first to seed the Queen beyond the Krust, he forced the last, thickest part of his knot past her stretched lips. Breath hot and heavy against her ear. Settling inside her buttered cunt as deep as she could take.
Impaled so deep she could taste the salty spray as if she were rolling a mouthful over her palette, Renegade gaped. Drooling into the dirt. Taking each of his micro-thrusts with a gutted purr, the Omega couldn’t tell if she was cumming. Couldn’t tell if the tremor rocking her guts was the beginning of a powerful orgasm or something else. Something… new.
The Feral didn’t care. Not with his tip rocking through that tight ring and his girthy base plugging her hole. Not with his knob compressed and stimulated in the way only an Omega could provide. But not just any Omega.
Mate.
She knew he was cumming before she felt the heat spilling into her belly. Could feel it through the muscles flexing and twitching against her rump, in the damp breath coming ragged at her nape, and the fingers leaving marks on every inch of her skin. What she didn’t know, was that she too, had started to cum.
It was an orgasm with the power to instigate change. Change so deep and fundamental, the Omega female couldn’t process what the quaking, lurching muscles within the cradle of her hips were doing until she’d already spiraled into depravity.
But when the Feral clawed at her tail nub, Renegade’s mind splintered.
Cawing a gargled scream, she felt her cervix draw back. Felt her organs shift within her abdomen until there was room for the Alpha to pound her i
nto the dirt. Hips slapping all the way through her screams, her vision went white, then black. Very, very black, though indeed, it was sprinkled with a rainbow of stars more luminous than any she’d seen before.
He didn’t relent, even though she felt his balls descend against her thigh. Released from the primal torture of Canicule only moments after he’d been submitted. His chuff was cruel—saw her orgasm redoubled. Saw her pulsing, milking internal muscles work overtime for his pleasure. Trying to drain and placate the Feral who’d yet to return the gifts she’d given.
“P-Please… unghh… Please…” she mewled, eyes rolling back.
Again, he silenced her, though this time, it was with that broken Feral purr. This time he was calm as he filled her, for knotted and stuffed, Renegade hadn’t a choice but to breathe through her breeding. Could do nothing but convulse and twitch around his dick and accept his sperm even as it made her belly bulge with churning cream.
His tongue rasped against her nape. Licking at the bumps marking the top of her spine, even as the Feral continued to soothe with his broken purr. Continued to pump his load into her womb and torment her tail nub with the edge of his thumbnail. But when he set his teeth over the spot he’d licked clean? It didn’t matter that she could hear the brush giving way to her pack. Didn’t matter that she was almost surely pregnant with a Feral litter of kits and possibly infected with the Trax.
All that mattered were the teeth leaving the claiming scar of her chosen mate.
Chapter 11
“Omega!” Silver bellowed, hackles raised. Flanked by his pack in order of rank. His Alpha twin, Balkazar, bristled a half-step behind, to his right. Pack Betas fanning out, leaving the little Omega male to lurk in the shadows. Half-seen. “Gods, no! Come here, Omega!”
Sheath still fluttering around a bloated Feral dick, Renegade could barely muster the strength to lift her head. To react to her Alpha, or acknowledge the punishment she’d earned beneath the pumping hips of another.
“Sit.”
The command was laced with the strength of that impossible chuff. Accented with the click of teeth snapping shut and imbued with the sort of inherent power that made Renegade quake around spurting meat. She mewled, turning glassy eyes toward her pack, trying to find who’d issued such an order while she was impaled and unable to comply.
But none of the six males who’d already had their shot at her womb had spoken. Not the two Alphas, who paced at the edge of the clearing. Not the Betas, who’d lost their menacing glares as they considered the united pair before them, heads tilted to the side. And certainly not the little Omega male, who instead of finding some place to attack from the shadows, was now seated at Silver’s feet. Pupils massive in the half-light. Leather pant-front tented with his delicate bulge as he gazed at Renegade’s mounting. Enraptured.
It was the Feral Alpha breeding her before an audience who’d spoken.
“Sit!” he snarled again, and two of the three Betas dropped. Panting and kneading at their pricks. Leaving only the Alpha twins and Micha—the scarred, dark-skinned male who’d thought to stretch Renegade’s anus in a bid to help her adjust before his Alphas might abuse tissue so delicate. It didn’t matter now. Nothing mattered but the Feral Alpha infected with Trax who somehow, incredibly, had retained his ability to speak.
“Alpha?” Renegade trilled, glancing over her shoulder at the male she’d named Sire.
He chuffed and set his teeth at her nape once more. Fucking another aggressive load into her guts without taking his eyes off Silver. Claiming his territory before the other males in the way of the ancients.
“She’s ours,” Micha whined, nostrils flared as he inhaled the scent of slick and sperm. As his hand drifted unconsciously lower. To tug at the cock she’d taken down her throat and ridden to completion only the day prior.
The Feral released his claim on the back of her neck, threw back his head, and bellowed challenge. Hips driving Renegade into the earth, knot sealing his seed in place, he bred her before the pack. Knowing they wouldn’t attack until the knot subsided, for fear of turning their Omega female inside out.
“Mine,” the Feral rumbled, voice so deep it rattled Renegade’s bones. Made her slick gush and flow as he continued his assault on her cervix. “MINE!”
“Yes,” Renegade mewled, and shifted her hands back. Setting dirty fingers to spread her ass, she gave to the Feral. Let him pummel and abuse her thirsty hole and begged for more. Demanding he, “Fuck that Omega pussy, Alpha! Fuck me in front of my pack! Let them see your seed spill over when I can’t take anymore! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!! Don’t stop!!!”
Snarling, the Feral lifted her rump, leaving her face-down in the dirt with her top two nipples chafing at the detritus. Legs dangling over his forearms as he fucked into her wildly. Pumping into her saturated walls at his chosen pace. Hips snapping forward, only to be stopped by the roof of her womb. Retreating only until his knot bulged behind her pelvic floor, trapped within, before starting all over again. Pounding submission into the Omega female who’d never known such a thing.
Changing her nature to suit his needs.
Infecting her.
When next he came, it was with a roar and lashing tail. Scrambling at the earth, he let his weight fall into her. Let gravity pump her full of potent Alpha cream as his weight crushed the air from her lungs.
For her part, Renegade didn’t speak. Couldn’t do much of anything except gasp and twitch as her Feral mate bred her. Claimed her and the litter of kits he’d sent to incubate in her cradle. Caught in an endless loop of orgasm and filthy, filthy bareback fucking.
That seemed to be the trigger that finally saw the Alpha twins react. Silver answered the challenge, launching himself across the clearing with a snarl and what remained of his pack—those two who had not submitted merely by way of hearing the command spoken with true authority.
Still buried, the Feral reared back, caught Silver about the throat, and launched him back.
It wasn’t so easy to catch Balkazar and Micha. Not while buried in clenched Omega pussy.
They struck with force enough to dislodge the Feral’s mushroom helm from her cervix, but—thankfully—didn’t dislodge his knot. Merely sent delicate, flexible tissue to strain and bulge. Trying to contain the torrent of sperm she’d been given, even though she knew he needed to vacate. Knew he couldn’t battle the other males and remain in her cunt. Not without tearing her apart.
To save herself, Renegade bore down. Sent the powerful, overwrought muscles lining her vaginal sheath to compress the biggest knot she’d ever taken.
All it took was a little. A tiny push, and the Feral Alpha wrenched free. Turning to fight for breeding rights and pure dominance, leaving the soiled female to clutch at the hole he’d vacated. Trying to stop the flood of semen from gushing free with both hands clasped over her mound. Palms cupped to catch the overflow.
She could scarcely focus on the clashing male flesh. Lost interest in the bunch and press of Alpha males fighting and snapping at each other. Over her. No, Renegade was lost in the flutter of persistent after-shocks, limbs twitching.
After all, the Canicule had been satisfied—at least for today.
Chapter 12
The Feral Alpha roared, spraying the pair of lesser Alphas before him with spittle. Theirs were the teeth responsible for marking his female before he’d caught her scent. Who’d been unable to tame her wildling spirit and had allowed her to roam where true monsters hunted.
That he’d caught her wasn’t the surprise—she’d been his the moment she’d gone into heat beyond the Krust. No matter how many males she’d taken, or how untamed. His. The surprise came when she’d made demands of him. An Omega female. Taking the power from his massive hands. Setting her teeth to his shoulder as she milked his knot for everything she was worth.
And she was worth quite a lot, out here in the beyond.
Enough to kill for, certainly.
The Feral’s vo
ice splintered an instant before he charged. Barreling into the more dominant of the challengers before him. The one with a ruined eye, whose hackles were raised and whose pupils still bore the blown-out mark of a male drunk on Canicule. Given that the Feral outweighed his opponent by at least half, it wasn’t a fair fight. And that suited him just fine. He had the usurper by the scruff of his neck—teeth snapping and limbs lashing—before the other male could land a single strike.
Keeping the struggling male well away from his exposed cock and balls, the Feral heaved him up, only to send him crashing down. Slamming him into the earth a scant few centimeters from his female’s still twitching little body.
That sight—an Omega like her, trying to plug that perfect, seeded quim to stop his jism from spewing forth—distracted the Feral. Just for a moment. Just long enough for the remaining two males to mount their attack.
And mount him, they did.
Wrapping one burly arm about his throat, the dark-skinned Beta male took his back. Trying to choke the Feral Alpha into submission while the second, the one with blue eyes, freed his brother from a humiliating submission before his ragged pack.
Howling his rage, the Feral reared back, letting his considerable weight fall to the forest floor. Abandoning the one-eyed Alpha, he chose instead to crush that ferocious Beta into the earth, even as the lesser male writhed and bucked beneath his weight.
Formidable, this one. This Beta covered in scars. Fearless, in spite of the overwhelming odds in challenging a Feral Alpha. The only one of the lot—besides the saturated little Omega who’d dared to call herself mate—to earn the gift the Feral had to give. And so it was that the dark skinned Beta was the first male marked by the Feral Alpha infected with Trax. Rolling, the Feral flipped the Beta forward, over his shoulders to land with a thump in the grass. Winded.
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