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You roll your shoulders, admiring your work. Five months, ten days and fifteen hours since your move to Westview. Since you left your cheating, lying ex. Since you built a new life for yourself. Finally, finally, all of your boxes unpacked, clothes put away, silverware in place. Here, you can be comfortable.

So much work. You decide to treat yourself.

Walking down the quiet streets of Westview, or maybe it’s Eastview by now, who knows where the city lines are drawn, you think back to your ex. She was tall, imposing, everything an alpha should be. You considered yourself lucky. It’s rare enough to find someone who presents nowadays, even rarer to find an unmated alpha, unheard of for her to be female too. That’s why you stayed so long. She’d never hurt you thankfully, you’d heard horror stories. She was just always so… detached. The first time she left you alone during a heat, you chalked it up to forgetfulness. The relationship was new, she didn’t know you that well. You brushed it off. The second time you found another excuse. Her work was important after all. The third time though...Well you hope she’s happy with the omega you saw her with on her story. Heat-riddled brain be damned, you packed your shit and left that moment.

You shake your head. No sense getting lost in the past. Not when the future ahead is so bright. Speaking of…You crane your neck to look at the sign. ‘Madame Calderu’s’ it reads. Fortune telling. Without thinking twice, you turn and enter the shop. A new lease on life calls for a reading, you think. Instantly, of course, you regret your decision as your senses are overwhelmed. Any non-magical folk might be overwhelmed by the scent of incense or floral teas, but you an omega, are overpowered by the scent of an alpha.

It’s strong and comforting at the same time. Jasmine and frankincense dance around your skull. Your body feels heavy and your head light. You can barely think as you stumble in, bracing yourself against the counter as your knees threaten to give out. This alpha is strong. Older and more powerful than your ex, but you can tell she (yes! She!) is kind. This scent of hers isn’t aggressive, it’s calming. You want nothing more than to stumble into her arms and live there, possibly forever if she allows. And then, she’s there, standing next to you, brows upturned in concern. All you can do is whimper and fight the urge to drop to your knees and present yourself to her, self control be damned.

She moves closer and you whine, you’re fairly certain she’s speaking but your omega brain is so foggy you can hardly hear her concern.

“Oh you poor thing” She circles a finger in the air, gold sparks dance along its path. A witch. Suddenly your mind is clearer, your legs less wobbly. You can focus on her kind brown eyes and curly grey hair.

“I’m so sorry sweet thing” She reaches out a hand, adorned with many rings to caress your face “Most of my customers are non-magic folk who come in here for a quick gimmick. My pheromones don’t affect them the same way, but you” She looks you up and down as you whimper, hoping she doesn’t notice how much you’re pressing your legs together “You’re quite affected, aren’t you?”

You nod, eagerly, still trying to slow your breathing. She offers you a seat and you practically collapse in it, offering up your name as she tells you hers.

“Lilia Calderu” she smiles gently

“You’re a witch?” you ask, hoping she can read your excitement

“And you’re a cat” she chuffs “I was never one for stereotypes, brooms and warts and all that” she waves a hand “but I could make an exception”

You lean closer, eyes wide “f-for?” you play off innocently. I mean sure you just got out of a relationship, but this woman is indescribably alluring.

“Have dinner with me?” she asks hopefully, scribbling an address on a piece of paper “I’d love to get to know you better in a place that smells less like…” she pauses “well, less like me”

You truly can’t think of anything you want less. This alpha’s scent is intoxicating and you want nothing more than to be around her forever actually, but you accept the invitation, skin tingling where her hands guided you steady up and out the door. Before you know it, you’re halfway down the street, staring at the paper. Her handwriting is neat, loopy and intentional. Your heart skips a bit, and so does your cunt.

Dinner moves too quickly, and not quickly enough for you. Luckily, you’d been smart enough to google the restaurant. Fancy shit. Fancier than you’d pick for yourself, but not snobbish. You wear something tastefully sexy. A sliver of thigh, a smattering of collarbone, and of course, an exposed neck. Your ex had never marked you. You really hope Lilia will someday.

She tells you about herself. What it means to be a witch, how she experiences time as a Diviner, and about her coven. Your ears perk up at that. Most witches present either as alphas or omegas, that you knew. But her coven is different. She’s hesitant to tell you.

“We’re an odd bunch” she looks nervous, her scent airs on the side of caution. “Only five, each of us practice a different craft.” She picks at the tablecloth. You find it cute “all alphas”

You grip the tablecloth. You’re sure your face is red. Five alphas? In one house?

“Are you” You trail off, not quite sure what to say or how to say it. ‘Dating each other’, comes to mind, as does ‘open to sharing.’ Luckily she comes to your rescue.

“We are...intimate with each other” she offers “you wouldn’t be pressured to engage if you” she searches for the least frightening way to say ‘join in’

“And if I wanted to?” you squeak out, face fully flushed at this point.

Her eyes survey you, searching your face for any sign of artifice. She finds none. You’re very interested in the idea of not one, but five female alphas giving you attention. Who wouldn’t be?

“One at a time” she chuckles “they can be...a lot”

You sure hope they are

“Of course” You trail your foot up her ankle “you have priority first”

You barely register the cold night air on your face as she whisks you into the backseat of a car. No driver, the wheel glows gold in the dark interior. You rattle off your address as her lips find yours. The open thigh slit of your dress pays off as her ring-adorned fingers travel up your legs, never quite getting close to where you need her. You whine pathetically as she grins against your mouth. Her scent is intoxicating, growing stronger. You never want to stop smelling it. The car ride is much too long, the walk up to your apartment even worse. When you finally reach your bed, she gently pushes you down. In the low light, her eyes glint dangerously.

“I can see that you’ll like this” she grins “but I still need to hear you ask for it, sweet girl” her magic dances and winds around her hands like golden ropes, coiling in her fists.

Oh fuck

You nod enthusiastically, adding on a “yes please” for good measure.

Lilia smiles, and caresses your face with a free hand. “Clothes off please”

You rush to undress, face flushing at Lilia’s amused chuckle. “Someone’s eager” you whine at her words, omega brain fully fogged over. She isn’t your alpha yet, but you need her desperately. Once you’re bare and vulnerable in front of her, you settle, panting impatiently. Lilia waves a finger in the air, wordlessly telling you to ‘turn around’ and you do, settling on your knees on the bed.

“If you feel any discomfort, let me know baby” She hums in your ear as she begins. Your arms are slipped through two loops as she crosses the magic twine across your chest. She pulls the gold threads down below your breasts and brings them around, looping them around your back and stomach. Once she’s satisfied with the slack, she ties off another knot. You whimper as her hands graze your inner thighs as she loops your leg. You can’t help but squirm as she works the rope through the harness on your chest.

“You’re doing so well sweet girl” She coos and you nearly melt. Lilia pulls your arms behind your back, wrapping them in knots you can’t see before moving down the other side of your body. When she’s satisfied with her work, you hear her step back. You whimper, feeling your clit pulse as your body begs to be used. You can’t squeeze your legs together, but you can feel your slick dripping down your thighs. You’re about to start begging when you feel Lilia’s hand on your back. She pushes you down on the mattress gently, coaxing your hips up. This is worse. You’re completely exposed and dripping, fully at your alpha’s mercy. Lilia only chuckles, sliding her hand down and over your ass, squeezing possessively. You press your hips back, chasing any form of stimulation and to your horror, she pulls her hand away. Just as you’re about to wail pathetically, she delivers a sharp smack to your cunt.

“Be patient”

You whine but obey, resisting the urge to wiggle your hips. Finally, finally , you feel the bed dip behind you. Panting in anticipation, you nearly fall apart when Lilia grabs your hips and pulls you against her. It takes every ounce of your self control not to come instantly when her cock rubs against your clit and settles beneath your stomach.

“Alpha, please” you beg. You know you sound pathetic and needy, but you are very much both of those things. You need her deep inside you, you need her knot, you need to carry her pups. Lilia eventually takes pity on you and pulls her hips back to line herself up with your weeping cunt. She presses herself in slowly, causing you to moan in relief.

“You feel so good around me” She punctuates each word with a stroke, hitting your cervix delightfully each time. Her cords bite pleasantly into your skin as she grips the back of your harness to pull you into her thrusts. You bury your face in the mattress, babbling incoherent nonsense. Begging for more, begging for it harder, begging for her knot.

L ilia pushes your hips forward, burying herself deeper. You keen, sobbing happily when one of Lilia’s hands finds your clit. You’re pretty sure you’re not even speaking words anymore as your omega brain eliminates any coherent thought you might have had. The only thing you’re certain of is how badly you need her to keep fucking you, to fill you.

“Are you close?” You barely register what Lilia asks. And she has to repeat herself, only understanding when she removes her hand from your clit. “Sweet girl, I asked if you’re close”

You nod your head vigorously. “I’m close” you pant out.

“Beg for it baby”

“Please, please, please alpha” you whimper, “please let me come”

Lilia chuckles, speeding up her thrusts “I don’t know” she sing-songs “It doesn’t sound like you want it enough”

You wail in frustration, pressing your hips further back into your alpha. “Please!” you’re almost in tears “Please alpha I need you”

She finally relents, rubbing circles over your clit once more “Good girl, come for me sweet thing”

And you do. You absolutely fall apart under her, clenching around her. A s you pant through the aftershocks, Lilia pulls out of you. You whine at the loss of her cock but are rewarded with another quick slap to the cunt. Her binds release your arms, but the body harness stays.

“Roll your shoulders out baby, we’re not done yet”

Oh thank god. You stretch and roll your arms, accepting the cup of water she gives you. You’re able to see her fully for the first time and holy shit is she gorgeous. You feel your face flush as you stare unabashedly. She smirks and pats your face appreciatively. Lilia sits on the edge of the bed and pats her lap, motioning you to straddle her. You do so enthusiastically, settling your knees on either side of her hips, front to front.

“Arms up, palms together behind your head” she orders, her alpha fully back in control. You obey, whimpering in anticipation as her magic loops itself around your hands once more.

Hands on your hips, Lilia settles you on her cock once more, sighing pleasantly at the way you feel around her. Your head drops forward as you pant, your weight pushing her up and into your cervix making you very, very stupid. You can barely talk or think as you open mouth pant, hips rocking slightly against hers. Lilia chuckles as she rubs your hip bone with her thumb. Her cords wrap around your harness, pulling you up. You protest, much to her amusement and she quickly brings you flush against her hips again. You moan happily as she ruts into you, using the cords to pull you onto her over and over.

You can feel her knot beginning to swell, pressing against your entrance with every thrust. You double down on your begging, arching your back forward. Lilia kisses up your chest, nipping at the tops of your breasts. She pulls you down further and further, stretching your cunt over her knot. Finally, you’re rewarded with her entire knot buried deep in you . You come hard around her, relishing as she spills into you filling you deliciously. You lean forward against her shoulder, panting happily. She rubs circles into your back as your arms are released. You sigh happily and cuddle in, nuzzling her neck.

“Oh sweet girl” she kisses the top of your head “You did so well for me”

L ilia, like the good alpha she is, gets you cleaned up and pampered once her knot can be safely removed from your wrecked pussy. She’s kind and gentle in the bath, taking special care where her gold ropes cut into your skin. Once the two of you are settled into your bed, you nuzzle in, any fears of seeming needy thrown out the window. But you want more. You want her to claim you, mark you. You want to meet her coven and let them have their way with you too. Lilia, either through divination or the change in your scent, picks up on this.

“Not enough?” She chuckles as you hide your flushed face

“No, you were perfect” you mumble happily “I was just thinking about your coven”

“Oh you are needy”

You groan and turn away. Lilia chases you, wrapping her arms around your back. “That’s a good thing, sweet girl. You’ll need it with the rest of them”

You gasp in happiness “so I can meet them”

Lilia sighs and then chuckles to herself “Yes. Start with Alice, she’s the least likely to scare you off.”

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Lilia left you that morning with a kiss to the cheek, a promise to pass on your number to Alice, and soft, wrapped present. You open it with a clear mind, smirking at the note.

“Alice has a thing for clothes. She can be a little shy, but she won’t be able to control herself if she sees you in these” – Lilia

You grin and admire the garments left behind. You’ve already formulated a plan without even meeting the other woman.

One week later, you stand outside the nightclub, nervously tapping your phone screen. From around the corner, you see her. Dressed in red and black, with hair to match, her sunshine demeanor contrasts her dark style. Alice approaches you, extending her hand.

“Good to meet you” her grin reaches her dark eyes and you find it infectious “Lilia’s told me all about you”

There’s a moment where you wonder how much detail the older witch went into, but with Alice’s orangey scent starting to invade your brain, you really can’t bring yourself to care.

The venue is packed. Lights flicker, music blares, and bodies move around each other. You can hardly make out individual people. Alice leads the way as you practically swim through the crowd. You’re holding onto her hand like a lifeline, trying not to get lost in this confusing labyrinth of people. Alice moves down and you realize too late that she’s taking you down a flight of stairs. You stumble and trip, but before you can eat concrete, you’re braced by her warm figure. She releases an apologetic scent, like oranges and clove and you melt into her arms.

More carefully this time, she leads you down the stairs. She scans the rows of people, trying to find a seat.

“looks like there’s only one seat left” She frowns, still scanning the area

“We only need one!” you laugh and pull her into the row, passing in front of people with as much grace as possible. When you reach the single seat, you coax her into it and before your confidence wears out, situate yourself directly in her lap. She squeaks adorably in surprise, freezing before slowly wrapping her arms around your waist.

You grin to yourself as she places her head on your shoulder, breath tickling your neck. God you want her to mark you too. Can omegas even have multiple mating marks? You hope to find out soon. You rock back involuntarily at the thought, squeezing your thighs together. Alice makes a strained noise behind you, and you almost apologize until you feel her hardening underneath you. Sitting on a girl’s boner is possibly one of the best feelings you think you’ll ever experience. In high school, you’d recoiled in disgust at the thought of sitting on a guy’s lap and feeling him beneath you, a fact your friends had teased you over. But when that same appendage belongs to a woman? You don’t think you’ll ever get enough.

Sitting down, you can finally get a look at what you’re here for. A cage match. Not just any cage match, of course. In the center of the circular amphitheater sits a spherical arena, suspended by, you guessed it, magic. Every competitor that enters the arena is, in some way, enhanced. They all have a way to heal themselves, they all have a special ability. It’s fascinating. Lilia had scrunched her face in disgust when you told her where Alice planned to take you, but you’d been ecstatic. Apparently, so is Alice.

You lean to the side, looking back to check on your date.

“Can you see okay with me here?”

“Yeah” She nods, face still a little flushed. You might feel bad for distracting her, but every time she shifts, the guilt leaves your body.

You hardly pay attention to the fights. Instead, you’re captivated by Alice’s enthusiasm. She points out different weaknesses you’d never be able to guess. It’s endearing to see her so excited. After a particularly engaging fight, she cheers, and you do alongside her. At some point, someone behind you makes a pass at you, and you’re more than delighted when Alice turns and snarls, scaring them off. You need her, ASAP.

With the fights over, you drag her to the dance floor so you can shamelessly grind on her more. She doesn’t stop you, nor do her hands leave your hips. Her black lipstick has mixed with your red, smeared across both your faces at this point. You don’t know what time it is, but you need more of her.

You lean up, speaking into her ear. “Do you smoke?”

She gives you a look like ‘of course I do’ and you laugh

“If I don’t have a slurpee and a blunt I fear I might die” You laugh “Wanna join me?”

Alice nods enthusiastically

You pull her out of the building, giggling like teenagers as you near your apartment. After a quick stop at the convenience store down the street, you find yourselves on your balcony. Just before you sit, you remember Lilia’s gifts.

“Oops” you look at your tin “I don’t have any pre-rolled. Care to do the work?”

Alice shrugs and holds her hand out “sure”

“I’m gonna change” You squeeze her shoulder before heading inside. Pulling open the drawer where you hid Lilia’s gifts, you change quickly before you have time to be embarrassed. The large sweater goes over your head easily, and the thigh-high socks fit perfect. The mini skirt barely covers your ass and leaves a strip of thigh exposed. You hope Lilia was right as you forgo underwear and pad back outside.

“Finished the-” Alice stops mid sentence as she looks at you. She’s genuinely frozen, you can see the gay panic in her brain. Poor Alice, you think to yourself, she doesn’t deserve this form of torture. Her servos are overheating, her central processing system offline. You hope she grabs you and takes you right here on the balcony. She doesn’t move. Is she even breathing?

“Thanks!” You chirp and plop down in her lap, facing her. Her hands are still, fingers outstretched. She’s looking at you like you’re made of glass and a single touch might shatter the illusion. You laugh and pluck the joint from her hand, sparking the lighter you tucked into one of your socks. This action alone makes her swallow dryly.

“Just letting you know now” you lick your lips “you have my full and enthusiastic consent to do whatever has you all riled up”

Poor sweet Alice almost collapses and takes you with her. That must have been what she was waiting for because she finally puts her hands on your thighs and kisses you deeply. She brings your hips closer to hers and you can feel her again. She’s hard and you can feel how thick she is through her pants.

Emboldened, or maybe intoxicated, you scoot back onto her thighs to palm at her bulge. Girl bulge is possibly one of god’s greatest gifts to earth, so as much as you want to keep going, you have a mission to accomplish. You toy with her zipper, looking directly at her. She nods quickly, and you keep going. You reach into her boxers and find her rock hard. She whines as you pull her length through her pants, stroking her a few times before standing slightly. Her hands pull at your sweater and you laugh.

“I’m not going anywhere handsome” You move forward, lining yourself up with her and sit down slowly. You both moan. You’re wet but she’s thick, bigger than anything you’d taken before. Joint forgotten, you roll your hips as she grabs your ass, pulling you closer. She leans forward, resting her head on your shoulder, whimpering. It’s adorable. You have an alpha under you, whimpering and clawing at your ass, trying to pull you closer. The power goes straight to your head. Or maybe your clit, they’re the same thing at this point. Too slowly for Alice’s liking, you move yourself up and down on her length, riding her. Alice’s mouth falls open, panting into your shoulder. Her whines spur you on as she paws the back of your sweater.

You quicken your pace and her hips snap up to meet yours. You can’t tell if she’s holding back or if she’s perfectly content to let you have control, but you love it. The stretch of her inside you is pleasant, familiar at this point, but you need more. Still riding her, you maneuver her face into your hands. She’s flushed, eyes glassy. Gods you almost come from the sight alone.

“Alpha” You whimper, watching her eyes snap to you, almost as if she remembers that she’s the one traditionally in a dominant role. “Bed?” You ask, giving her your biggest, most pleading eyes. Alice wastes no time. She wraps her arms around your waist and holds you in place as she stands, leading you inside, still connected. Joint forgotten, she makes her way to your bedroom, placing you gently on the bed. But she still doesn’t leave you

“Alice” You whisper, tugging at her pants.

“D-don’t wanna” She husks petulantly, as if pulling out of you is the greatest offense she’s ever been offered.

“Please?” You whine, sitting up to splay your hands across her abdomen. You lean in closer, lips almost touching “I want you to knot me, and I can’t have that with your pants in the way. Don’t you want to give me all of you?”

She grunts, still grappling with the decision before finally pulling out of you. “Keep the skirt on”

You bite back a laugh. Lilia was certainly right. Alice tugs her pants and boxers down in one go, stepping out of them. She steps forward and you place a hand on her chest.

“Gods know what we were up against in that club” You smirk and she rolls her eyes. Her shirt gets peeled off and your brain breaks at the sight of her abs. You’re desperate to grind against them, or run your tongue down them, or something. Instead, you lay back, spreading your legs for her. Alice wastes no time in pushing up your skirt and sheathing herself in your cunt, sighing in delight. Her hands grip your thighs as she starts to rut into you, slowly at first, speeding up when you beg for her to move faster. Even like this, you still feel in control. You can’t help but wish she had a collar and leash for you to pull.

P oor sweet Alice is so gentle, even as she splits you open. She fucks into you like she’s afraid you’ll break, like she’s holding herself back. Her soft grunts and pants with each stroke have you dizzy with arousal. You need more, you desperately want to see her lose control and fuck you like a madwoman.

S o, of course, you pull off your sweater. Alice’s hips stutter as she takes you in, face red. In one swift movement, she leans over, pushing your legs up so she can wrap her lips around a stiff nipple. You moan and tug at her hair, which only spurs her on. Lifting your hips, she pounds down into you at an increased pace. You tip your head back, with a pleased sigh, nails digging into Alice’s back. That’s all the encouragement she needed. The alpha pushes your legs up further into a mating press and continues a brutal pace. You’re so close, you can feel it building. You vaguely hear yourself begging to come, and Alice speeds up again. Her thick knot starts to push deliciously at your entrance and you find yourself desperate for her.

“Alice” You whine “please baby I need your knot” She grunts at that, trying to force herself in more

“Please baby, I need you to fill me!” That does it for her and she shoves her whole knot in. Your eyes roll back as your orgasm finally hits you. You pant heavily, clenching around her as her warm come fills you, kept safe by her swollen knot. Alice does her best to not collapse on you, holding herself up above your torso, muscles straining. You brush the hair from her face, kissing her cheekbones, nose and lips.

“So good, alpha” you whimper. And she melts under your touch.

H ours later, her knot is finally small enough for her to pull out. Her come spills out of your poor cunt, dripping down your thighs and over your socks. At the sight, she shudders and her cock twitches. A thick strand coats her happy trail as she squeezes her eyes shut in embarrassment. You, on the other hand, are absolutely delighted.

You like Alice, a lot.

You can’t wait to tease her more.

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You woke in the morning still cuddling Alice, her arms around you protectively. The morning peace is only broken by Alice’s phone chiming. She rolls over to check it and you, without trying, catch a glimpse of a thread with a person named ‘Jen.’ You think you remember Lilia mentioning a Jen, perhaps another member of the coven?

Alice seems to catch onto your train of thought and fills in the blanks. “Jen’s our potions witch, she and I are pretty close”

The flush on her face answers what ‘close’ means. You smile and press a kiss to her forehead. “I can’t wait to meet her” You reach for her phone, and snap a selfie of the two of you. Messy hair, sleepy faces, and hickies on full display. Before Alice can protest, you send the photo to Jen.

Her response is immediate.

Jen: Holy shit

Jen: you two are adorable

Jen: SHE’S adorable!

Jen: I need her phone number NOW

Jen: Before Agatha and Rio get to her

You laugh as Alice stares at her phone, wide-eyed.

“Wow, she never double texts”

“I’ll take that as a compliment”

Alice smiles and kisses you again, sleepily. She thinks for a moment, the gears turning behind her eyes.

“You know..” She starts “If you want to meet her now, she’ll be the only one in her office today.”

You lean forward, interested “go on…”

An hour later you’re walking into an intimidating office building. Jen owns the top seven floors, with her office being on the topmost. It’s clean, modern, brutalist. You’d never guess a witch works here. But maybe that’s why she does. As the elevator ascends, you try and calm your nerves.

True to Alice’s word, the office floor is empty. Open floor plan, no cubicles. Very modern. There’s so many visionboards scattered around. Straight ahead of you is a fancy door with a gold nameplate. It reads ‘Jennifer Kale – Founder, C.E.O’

Hot

You stroll in, drink in hand, trying to push down all of your nerves. Her scent hits you first, nearly sweeping you off your feet like Lilia’s had done. She’s a powerful alpha too. What have you gotten yourself into?

Sitting at the desk is a tall woman dressed in soft pinks. Her eyes are hooded as she watches you approach her desk like a cat watches a bird through a window. Her mouth curves into a genuine smile, reaching her eyes. You nearly drop to your knees then and there.

“Well, I’ve been sent a gift” Jen extends a hand, inviting you closer. You step behind her desk, into her space, placing her drink on a pink coaster. The back of her hand lightly caresses your arm and you nearly melt. Your eyes flutter closed as she takes you in, hand never quite leaving your arm.

“You know” She says with a teasing lilt “When Lilia came home smelling like you, it almost sent Agatha and I into an early rut”

You blush at the thought, that you of all people could have that effect on two alphas. “I do so badly want my turn with you” she continues “but I have some work to do” a sigh has you opening your eyes to plead with the businesswoman.

“I suppose if you’re good and quiet, you can keep me company until I have a free moment to give you what you want”

You nod, eagerly, and she grins wide.

“Sit” You miss her gesture to her lap and drop to the floor eagerly. Jen takes one look at you and laughs mirthfully. “Oh sweet girl, I meant on my lap, but if you’re comfortable down there I won’t stop you.”

You cover your flushed face in your hands, thoroughly embarrassed. Her hands gently pry yours away.

“Don’t hide from me, kitten” She pinches your chin lightly between her thumb and forefinger, caressing your jaw. “Sit tight while I finish up here”

You lay your head on her lap, nuzzling into her thigh. Her pheromones wash over you, the scent of peony and grapefruit fill the air. Your brain feels fuzzy and warm, especially as her nails lightly scratch your scalp. You sigh happily and press yourself closer, a purr working its way through your chest. It takes you by surprise. You haven’t purred in such a long time. Here, you feel safe, well protected and cared for. You could be a lap-cat. You could be a great lap-cat. You briefly wonder if Jen is hiring, any thoughts of what an HR nightmare that would be swiftly beaten away by your fuzzy omega brain.

As the sun is beginning to dip below the horizon outside of the long, floor-to-ceiling windows, Jen finally leans back in her chair. Still acting the picture of patience, you don’t move, instead eyeing her body language. One of her hands pets your hair back causing you to melt and nuzzle into her lap more. She simply chuckles and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You’ve been so good for me today”

Good god, that nearly killed you. You nod in agreement, you had been good for her.

“I have a new product I’d like to test out with you, if you’re okay with that” She cups your whole face, brushing your cheekbones with your thumbs

Y ou nod, eyes wide “wh-what kind?”

“A lotion candle. Perfectly safe for skin. Usually it’s for your hands, but I have a theory it might feel nice elsewhere”

You shudder pleasantly in response and nod eagerly. Jen smiles wide, coaxing you up to stand with her.

“The lab is just down the hall”

Jen’s lab is sterile, not unwelcoming, but certainly has a ‘mad scientist’ vibe. You shiver in anticipation as she leads you to a table covered in exam paper. You both slow in front of it and she gives your body a once-over before stroking your face with the back of her hand.

“Clothes off”

You’ve never moved faster in your life. Everything is swept off and folded neatly next to you as Jen continues to watch you, hungrily.

Jen walks purposefully to the sink. She washes her hands methodically, drying them before snapping on nitrile gloves. You shudder involuntarily and try not to shrink as she stalks back over to you. She takes your face gently into her hands and turns it side to side, inspecting every inch carefully. Her thumb rests on your lower lip, pulling it down to reveal your teeth. Jen swipes a finger along your gums, pulling your lips to the side as she continues her inspection. It’s humiliating, degrading, dehumanizing, and somehow because it’s her, so fucking hot. You whimper as she coaxes your jaw open, running her finger along your tongue. You start to panic slightly as her finger moves further back, Jen, on the other hand, seems delighted. Just before you choke, she pulls out, closing your jaw with a firm hand.

“Turn around, hands flat on the table. Feet apart” She orders and you rush to obey. You’re dripping down your thighs at this point, desperate to squeeze your legs together to get any kind of friction, but you don’t. You’re good. You stay in place.

Jen changes her gloves, leaving you with endless possibilities for the duration of the longest forty-five seconds of your life. When you feel her behind you, you practically collapse against her. Her scent is strong, similar to Alice and Lilia’s, but unique in its own right. You’d kill to carry her scent on you. Even if the majority of the population can’t smell it, the few who can will know who you belong to.

Your thoughts are completely broken as Jen strokes a finger up your thigh, stopping just before she reaches your soaked cunt. It takes all of the willpower you have in your foggy brain not to whine in protest.

Jen lays a hand on your lower back, gently pushing you forward so that your chest hits the table. She spreads your legs wider, gripping one of your glutes in a strong, gloved hand. Two of her fingers enter you slowly, making your eyes roll.

“Poor thing, fucked raw and sensitive. Alice really used you didn’t she?”

You whimper and clench around her fingers, enjoying the moment while remembering the previous nights’ events.

“You’ll feel so good around me”

You’re about ready to throw a fit when she removes her fingers, but the idea leaves your head when she pulls you by the hips back into a standing position. “You’ve been so good” you can hear her grin through her words “I’ll let you choose, would you like to lie on your stomach or your back?”

You think for a moment, hoping that the subtext of the question is, ‘how do you want me to rail you’ and decide quickly. “My stomach”

“Up you go then” Jen pats the medical paper and you clamber on the table eagerly, trying not to squirm as she preps her new product behind you.

“Now, outside of this scenario, you aren’t a test subject. These candles have been tested thoroughly. This is perfectly safe, but if at any point you feel this actually burning, I need you to call red, do you understand?” You nod

“Verbally please”

“Yes alpha”

“Good” You hear a match strike “let’s start then”

you didn’t know what to expect, but when the first drops of hot wax hit your skin you nearly come then and there. It stings so pleasantly, heat spreading from where the drops connect. Then, Jen’s cool hands smooth over the drops, working the lotion into your lower back. She moves the drops lower, heat stinging your butt and upper thighs. Once again she works the lotion in, thumbs teasing your cunt as she moves in circles. Over and over you’re treated to a sharp sting and a soft touch. It’s intoxicating. Your head spins as she moves you between pain and pleasure. You’re sure you’re soaking the bed beneath you.

When she snuffs out the candle you’re about ready to cry. You need her to touch you, to fuck you silly, anything. Every bit of you is sensitive and desperate for Jen’s touch. You don’t even know you’re whining until she chuckles

“That needy huh?”

You nod your head eagerly, all shame chased out by the incessant need in your lower abdomen. You’re only marginally aware of the way you’re bucking into the table softly, squirming to get any kind of friction on your clit. Jen only laughs at your antics.

“You’re lucky I find that cute, otherwise I might just get myself off on your thighs and leave you here.”

That does it for you. You arch your back slightly, pressing your forehead to the now wrinkled paper as you pant through your orgasm, brought on only by her teasing words.

“Wow” oh god her voice “that’s all it took?”

You nod pitifully, too embarrassed to turn and look at her. Her fingers dance along the inside of your thighs, smearing your slick around.

“Well, I was going to give you my knot for being so good earlier, but if you don’t want it…”

“No, please!” You sit up and whip around, all dignity lost. You’re practically pawing at the front of your shirt. Her scent is so much stronger up close and if you weren’t ready to cry with how much you need her, you might start to worry about her sending you into an early heat. “Please I want you so badly”

“How bad?” You can clearly see the teasing glint in her eye and the bulge in her pants. She wants this as badly as you, but she’s so much more in control.

You drop to your knees, pleading with the woman now towering above you. She isn’t intimidating so much as she is all-encompassing. You want nothing more than to worship her actually. You’re so turned on you could cry.

“S-so bad. Please alpha, please!” You know it’s a dirty trick, what alpha could resist? But you get what you want. Jen smiles and begins to unbuckle her belt.

“Then get back up and turn around, bend over the table”

You do so quickly, presenting yourself to her like a good omega. A perfect little omega for her to use however she likes.

Finally, you feel her hands on your hips. She pushes inside of you slowly and you moan contentedly. You’re still a little sore from Alice nearly splitting you in half so she’s gentle. She takes her time filling you until you feel her hips against yours. You sigh in relief. Agonizingly slow, she pulls back, leaving you empty and whining.

“Lilia said you were an impatient one”

You don’t even get a chance to be embarrassed about that before she pushes herself back into your needy cunt. Jen sets a slow pace, taking her time to drag her head across your g-spot with every thrust.

You’re sure you’re about to die when she speeds up, ring fingers digging into your hip bones. You can’t help the gasps and moans that fall from your mouth, even when she teases you about how desperate you are. You are desperate. Desperate for her, her knot, her pups. Why do these witches make you want to carry their litter so bad?

You can hardly bring yourself to care. You need them to breed you, you need Jen to breed you.

She laughs when you say that out loud, fucking into you faster, promising you’ll have what you want. You come again at that, clenching around her greedily. The sounds your slick makes are obscene. She’s close, you can feel her knot starting to catch. She reaches a hand up to tug on your hair as she brings you back, swollen knot breaching your poor cunt. Jen stills her hips, panting softly above you as warm seed fills you pleasantly.

She’s gentle with you, tracing circles into your back until her knot finally releases. You can hardly move. Luckily, Jen knows what you need.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” She caresses your face, helping you turn to face her. “This might feel weird”

In a flash of pink smoke, the two of you appear in a large bathroom. Judging by the amount of skincare on the counter, you can only assume it’s Jen’s.

“You’ll be safe in my room” she smiles

You soak in the tub with your not-yet alpha, relishing in how much she lets you pamper her. She deserves it, you think.

After toweling off and watching her go through a practiced, multi-step beauty regimen (“I don’t even need it, I just like the routine” she tells you), the two of you collapse in her soft bed. You sigh happily and nuzzle into Jen’s neck, drifting off to sleep surrounded by her scent.

The next morning, as the light filters through her sheer curtains, you’re awoken by something hard pressed against your ass. You snuggle in closer to Jen, breathing in her scent. She sighs happily and moves to kiss your neck, but she stops. Still half asleep, you hear her angrily whisper.

“Agatha! What the FUCK are you doing in my bed?”

Oh. Jen’s still in front of you.