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"Merry Christmas to me," Nemuri cooed, checking over every inch of her handiwork. She had to make sure her beautiful sub was secure, after all. Emi's mint green leather harness beautifully framed the busty woman, cupping and accentuating every curve in a way that made Nemuri's mouth water with excitement as she imagined all the things she’d do with the woman. From her broad shoulders and muscular arms, to her supple chest to her hips to her thighs to her soft, spankable ass, Emi looked like a present the older woman just couldn't wait to unwrap. The mint green matched beautifully with the dark purple leather cuffs, wrist to elbow, elbow to wrist behind her back. Gold chains connected these to her ankles, keeping the Alpha on her knees and humbled for her domme. A gold cage muzzle kept those devious teeth in check- teeth Nemuri knew all too well the woman was desperate to sink into her neck. A mint green leash that matched Emi's hair was hooked into a purple collar around her neck, always one not-so-gentle tug away from getting the woman's attention- not that Emi currently had any to spare on anything else. No need for a tag- the younger woman would respond to whatever her domme decided to call her. She was finished off with a beautiful red and gold bow- the best present she’d unwrap all year.
Once Nemuri was satisfied with her handiwork, she smirked and sat down at the edge of the bed, toying with the hem of her thigh highs. She made sure she had every ounce of Emi's attention before starting, spreading her legs and giving the woman a good look at her cunt. She ran her leather gloved hands up and down her body, feeling herself up and squeezing her own breasts and wrapping a hand around her throat, sighing as she squeezed before her hands slid back down, heading for her core.
Emi could do nothing but watch as Nemuri put on a show, fingering herself for the Alpha. No, even worse, Nemuri was acting as if she wasn't even there! She was sighing and moaning and whining so genuinely, her watery blue eyes fluttering behind impossibly long lashes. Emi wasn't a religious person, but the experience of getting to watch such a beautiful woman fuck herself in front of her like this was biblical. Heaven or hell? She still wasn't sure.
The purple leather of Nemuri’s gloves quickly grew shiny with the slick of her arousal. Her fingers spread her lips, teased her clit, and sunk deep into her humid heat before sliding out drenched with slick. Emi's senses were flooded with Nemuri's arousal. She could hear the way her slick cunt greedily swallowed her fingers. She could smell the pheromones coming off her in waves. She was swimming in Nemuri, and, even more frustratingly, she wasn't even allowed to touch her Omega! All she could do was sit and watch, her own clit throbbing in its arousal. Nemuri fingered herself faster, moaning louder and louder as she masturbated in front of her lover. She fucked herself so casually, so beautifully, she could get even the most level-headed Beta to snap and give in to their urges. Emi's heart hammered in her chest, soft whimpers coming from her throat as she all but begged to replace those beautiful fingers with her own. It wasn't fair!
"Fuck… I'm always in such a mood during your ruts, baby girl," the older woman sighed, her hips rolling to meet her fingers, taking them down to the knuckle again and again. She scissored her fingers, spread them, rolled them, curled them and wiggled them, appeasing that demanding pressure in her cunt with the friction it desired. She was making a mess of herself and the sheets underneath her, her cunt absolutely sopping with slick arousal. The whole show sent a shiver down Emi's spine, desperation forming a knot in her stomach that would only be cured with a taste of those precious lips.
"Nearly there, little one," Nemuri sighed, her thighs shuddering slightly as she changed the angle of her fingers. As much as Nemuri loved teasing Emi, she had her own limits too. The smaller woman's scent was intoxicating - the usual mint and honeysuckle were cranked up to eleven, and joined with the scent of burning hickory wood that flared up during her ruts. Nemuri purred deep in her chest as she imagined tying Emi to the bed, riding her sub's thigh and making an absolute mess of them both. Her purrs turned into an excited whine and she locked eyes with Emi, catching her soft, mint green gaze as she curled her fingers against her g-spot. She held that gaze, looking deep into Emi’s desperate, teary eyes. She didn’t look away for even a moment as she pushed herself over the edge, a toe-curling orgasm soaking her gloved hand, thighs and the sheets beneath her.
The orgasm nearly winded her, and she giggled softly as she came down from her high. Her eyes fluttered as she looked at the silly, desperate look on Emi's face and her gaze softened. "I bet you want to touch me so badly now, don't you, dear," Nemuri teased, lifting her leg and pressing her heeled boot against Emi's chest, threatening to push her over onto her back. She loved watching the shamefully embarrassed look on the Alpha's face when she was riled up like this. There was just something so delightfully erotic about watching the younger woman struggling to shake off the overwhelming instincts of her rut.
"M-Mommy… please," Emi begged, barely able to restrain a growl through her muzzle as she fought to keep her balance on her knees. She wanted nothing more than to sink her teeth into the lavender patches on Nemuri's inner thighs and pump the older woman full of her Alpha venom- but she had to resist! The patches on Nemuri’s skin were putting out enough pheromones to make Emi dizzy with lust, and if that weren't enough, her cunt was so slick with arousal she'd be dripping if she stood up. Even so, Nemuri was always in control during these sessions. Emi would only get the chance to fuck her Omega if she behaved, and that meant doing everything Nemuri wanted her to and nothing she didn’t.
"Say it again, baby girl," Nemuri commanded, sliding her foot down Emi's body to rest between her thighs before sharply tugging on her Alpha's leash. Emi lost her balance, her head landing in Nemuri's lap. The scent was so absolutely overwhelming that the younger woman broke, grinding her neglected cunt against the matching purple leather of her domme's boot, stealing a few moments of friction she so desperately needed while she tried to sink her teeth into Nemuri's thighs through her muzzle. She'd give her career and her dignity for a taste of that soft, creamy skin.
Nemuri tutted and grabbed Emi's hair, tugging her to an angle where she was forced to keep eye contact. Nemuri's eyes were so beautifully blue, just looking at them made her feel like she was swimming in a beautiful Okinawan lagoon. After a few moments Emi regained control, drowning those Alpha instincts down beneath the surface of her consciousness as she fought for lucidity. "Behave, pet. You're less fun when you're feral," Nemuri warned, keeping the grip on her hair as she waited for a response.
"Y-yes, ma'am… sorry, ma'am," Emi huffed, chewing at her bottom lip as she worked to keep her composure. She was practically sweating under the strain, arresting her instincts was a tougher battle than she'd ever fought as Ms. Joke. But she had to win- she had no choice. There was nothing more important than pleasing her domme. Especially not when all she wanted to do was rut her until neither of them had anything left to give each other.
"I know you're sorry," Nemuri said hollowly, ice cold eyes glaring into Emi's shimmering green. Emi knew she'd messed up, and her punishment could be another five minutes of torment, an ice bottle against her throbbing clit, even- "Open."
Emi whimpered, knowing what was coming. It was one of her lighter punishments, but one that ruined her to her core. She wanted to protest- beg for the sting of her whip or even be edged once or twice rather than be punished like this, but she knew better than to make Nemuri ask again. She opened her mouth, wide, tongue out. The softest whimpers slipped past her lips.
"Good girl." Emi would've thanked her domme for the praise had it not been for Nemuri's sadistic side. Almost immediately Nemuri spat into her open mouth before finally letting her grip on Emi's hair go. "Don't swallow." It was so degrading . Everything in Emi's body wanted to rebel against the disrespect! Her Alpha instincts surged forward, sending her into a- no! She regained her composure, choked whimpers were the only noises that could betray just how close she'd been to another punishment.
"There's my darling little pet… such a fighter. Mommy's so very proud of you," Nemuri cooed, gently stroking Emi's cheek. She knew just how hard her sub fought to keep herself in line. It was absolutely invigorating watching her struggle so much. Time for a little reward. Emphasis on little. Nemuri smirked and raised a finger. Emi knew the command by heart, not moving a muscle as Nemuri stood up from the bed and grabbed the crotchless leather shorts Emi hated with every fiber of her being. They didn't cover much, keeping the woman's spankable ass and delicious cunt on full display. But they did cover her thighs and those delicious swaths of lilac skin. It was almost frustrating enough to bring a tear to her eye. Her Omega was keeping those pheromone patches just out of reach.
At least Nemuri was back quickly, her foot returned between Emi's thighs and a playful smile on her face. The older woman hummed as she reached behind Emi's head, unbuckling the muzzle and placing it on the bed beside her. "You've soaked it, Pet. And look at your face… what a messy little brat," Nemuri cooed, grabbing a small hand towel to wipe off her chin. Emi did tend to make a mess, and she was forced to wait embarrassedly as Nemuri wiped off her neck and chest. Only when she was done did she finally pull away with a soft giggle. "Swallow, little one."
Emi swallowed quickly, the taste of Nemuri’s Omega venom mixed in with her saliva making her so horny her cunt clenched around nothing. It filled her senses and made tears come to her eyes. Still, she had rules to follow or else risk even further punishments. She opened her mouth, tongue out again. Thankfully, instead of spitting again, Nemuri filled her mouth with her gloved fingers. She pressed down on Emi's tongue, knowing the woman could taste her cunt on them. She cleaned off her slick-stained gloves on the woman’s tongue, humming to herself as if she were merely knitting a sweater before pulling her fingers away only when she was satisfied. The green haired woman licked them clean, so deep in subspace she hardly heard Nemuri's next question. "Want to taste more, little one?"
Emi blinked her glaze eyes a few times, slowly snapping back to her senses. She hesitated for a few moments before nodding. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to control herself if Nemuri asked her to eat her out. So close to her thighs, she'd only been able to successfully wrestle those feelings twice in her life. The older woman grabbed her chin, leaning down with a smug, devilish grin on her face. She pressed her lips against Emi and kissed her hard enough she saw stars. Her tongue explored every inch of her sub's mouth, and Emi gratefully sucked on it. The younger woman whined and moaned and bucked her hips, grinding her aching clit against her girlfriend's boot. She was wound so tightly around the other woman she thought she'd snap at any moment.
It was only when Nemuri pulled away that Emi realized what she'd done. Green venom dripped from her lips down her chin, the older woman having milked her Alpha with her expert tongue without her even knowing. "Mommy?" It was the softest whine yet, Emi biting her quivering bottom lip as she watched Nemuri's eyes flutter behind those long lashes. She was playing with fire- ingesting Alpha venom like that would send anyone into a violent, dangerous heat that’d last days! But Midnight knew what she was doing. Nemuri looked down at her sub, caressing her cheek with an absolutely possessive regard.
"Drop." It was her favorite command. It was music to Emi's ears. She could stop fighting. She could-
A warm glob of spit struck her in the face, mixed with Emi's own spit and venom. Nemuri didn't just want her to drop. She wanted her feral. She watched as her girlfriend's pupils dilated, the pitch black spots nearly swallowing the mint green rings around them entirely. Emi lunged forward, an Alpha starved for her Omega. The leash tugging at her collar held fast, keeping the woman inches from her goal.
"You can't hear me, can you, Pet?" Nemuri giggled as Emi's only response was a slobbery growl, cut short as she tried to lunge again, leather collar silencing her whines. "I love you so much, Emi," Nemuri sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of Emi's head before finally giving her some slack to her leash.
Emi dove forward, burying her face between Nemuri's thighs. There were no thoughts in her head. Barely anything a person not in this situation would call desires. There were needs, and nothing else. Emi needed to taste her. She needed Nemuri’s heat on her lips more than she'd needed anything in her life. She dragged her tongue along her folds, cleaning Nemuri's slick off her cunt and swimming in her taste. But she needed more! She kept licking, sucking, desperate for every drop of Nemuri she could swallow. She suckled at her cunt, drinking her down nearly as fast as Nemuri could handle.
"There's my baby girl. So hungry for Mommy. Eat up, little one," Nemuri cooed, carding her fingers through her hair and sighing as Emi had her fill. Even in these absolutely feral states, an Alpha always knew where their Omega needed them most. Emi's lips and tongue brought Nemuri orgasm after orgasm, an expert musician playing a jazz solo on their favorite instrument. Only when Emi's instincts directed her further down, causing her to desperately try to sink her teeth into the warm leather by her thighs did Nemuri giggle to herself and finally pull her lover away. She tugged the leash, bringing Emi's face down to the floor as she placed her foot on her shoulder, keeping her down and submissive. It took almost seven agonizing minutes as the green haired woman squirmed on the ground, hips bucking frantically for friction before Emi cleared her throat, a strangled "Mommy" coming from her lips to let Nemuri know she was lucid again. She'd been in deep.
"That's my strong girl. That's my baby doll. Look at you, back here with me. Mommy's proud," Nemuri praised her, but she knew no amount of praise would feed the hunger in Emi's soul. As much of a demanding domme as Nemuri was, she'd never deny a rutting Alpha. That was a crueler punishment than Emi would ever deserve.
"Clean your mess off my boot, Pet," Nemuri commanded. The leather was so wet it was shining, and the smell of Emi's arousal hung thick in the air. The woman was quick to oblige, finding a position where she could lean against her chest on the ground and free her face to press against the leather. She'd only soiled the instep of the boot, but she knew Nemuri wouldn't be happy until she cleaned off every inch of it. She started from the top, about a third of the way up her calf, and passed her tongue up and down the leather. Mildly sweet and earthy, Nemuri's boots always tasted brand new. She polished every inch of them before making her way to the instep, her own slick arousal adding extra flavor to the leather. Seafoam eyes gazed up into sky blue, the happy smile on Nemuri's face fueling her work. Only once her tongue had soaked every inch of the leather did the Omega finally purr, lifting the Alpha's chin to meet her gaze with her instep.
"My precious little Alpha," Nemuri sighed, looking down at her with loving eyes. She watched her for a while, looking over her red cheeks. Her hair clung to her face, her chest rising and falling with every excited breath. "Do you want your dick, Emi?"
The younger woman thought to herself for a moment before quickly nodding. She did. She wanted it so badly! She almost didn’t even care about the torture her domme would almost certainly put her through as the cost of wearing it.
"Let me help you up. Be a good girl for me just a little longer, yeah," Nemuri cooed, leaning down to press a kiss to Emi's forehead before using the leash to help her back to her knees. She got up and moved behind her, undoing the chains that connected her ankles to her wrists. Emi stretched as much as she could, her muscles only a little sore at having been forced into that position for so long. "How do you feel, puppy?"
"M'fine, Mommy," Emi said quickly, a happy smile on her face as she responded. Nemuri was always so careful, even during the most intense of scenes. She always made sure Emi was comfortable and not in any pain. After years of doing this, she’d learned her Alpha’s limits and exactly how far they could be pushed.
"Good girl. Stand for me," she said, helping the smaller woman to her feet. She walked Emi to the bed and let her sit down, peppering her with dozens of kisses that made the smaller woman giggle. "You're so pretty for me," Nemuri cooed, wiping sweat from Emi's face before pouring her a glass of water that she helped her drink. Once Nemuri was done fussing over her Alpha, she kissed her one last time before opening their chest. It was full of dozens of dildos and so many lengths of rope they’d both lost count. Clothespins, candles, cock-rings. Any dungeon mistress's dream. But what she was looking for was right in view. Emi's dick. Nemuri had spent a few thousand dollars on one for her lover. Molded out of dense silicone the same shade of green as her eyes, it was designed to perfectly transfer sensations as if it were flesh and blood. Seven inches long and thicker than Nemuri could comfortably wrap her fingers around, her girth remained consistent with a slight upwards curve until it ballooned into a knot roughly the size of an apple at its base. She slipped it into its harness before coming back to Emi, helping the woman step into the leather straps. It took a few moments before Emi hissed through her teeth, the link establishing itself and making her toes curl. It wasn’t just her clit throbbing any longer, but the technological marvel strapped to her crotch.
"There's my Alpha." Nemuri cooed, the dick resting comfortably in her hand while Emi got used to the sensation. Only when the younger woman finally stopped squirming under her touch did she know it was time to begin. "You want to touch me so badly, don't you," Nemuri asked again, the teasing smile making Emi grit her teeth. She was doing everything she could to keep herself from jumping on Nemuri and breeding her like the Omega she was. It’d be so easy! Just a simple bite to the neck- sinking her fangs into those soft lavender patches and pumping her full of her Alpha venom. She’d push her facedown onto her stomach and mount her from behind and rut into her over and over and over again until she was wet enough to take her knot. The idea of watching her knot slip inside Nemuri’s warm cunt, uniting them made her mouth water and-
“Here, Pup,” Nemuri said, yanking on her leash and knocking Emi back to the present. “No need to use that silly imagination of yours. Mommy’s right here,” she said, her voice stern but playful as she reprimanded her Puppy. She knew exactly what Emi had been thinking about.
“S-sorry,” Emi mumbled, her face red with embarrassment.
“No need to worry, baby girl. I’m just about to give you what you want. Get on the bed.” Emi knew better than to make her ask twice. She quickly crawled onto the bed, chewing at her lip as her dick twitched between her thighs in excitement. Nemuri was a strict domme that demanded a lot of her sub, but never cruel. She'd get to feel the humid warmth of her Omega's cunt soon. She just had to hold on.
Emi made herself comfortable on the bed, running her fingers through her hair to avoid the urge of reaching for her dick while Nemuri hummed nonchalantly by the chest, deciding on… something. When she was finally ready, she came back with a length of satin rope colored a deep plum. Emi whimpered, feeling herself twitch again.
“You’re so eager for me, Pet,” Nemuri teased, sitting in Emi’s lap and playfully smothering her with her breasts. Emi closed her eyes, mouth watering with excitement as she kissed and sucked at the soft skin. She just barely had the presence of mind to realize Nemuri was knotting the rope around her wrists, tying her to the headboard. Not that she particularly cared. When Nemuri was done, she kissed the top of Emi’s head before laying her down on the mattress. Only when Emi was finally restrained did Nemuri slide off the smaller woman, nibbling at the patches on her neck. Nemuri wasn’t the only one putting out enough pheromones to alert everyone in the neighborhood of what was happening, and she nuzzled into her neck, drinking them in until she was seeing stars. “You smell delicious,” Nemuri purred, wrapping her hand around Emi’s neck and gently squeezing down on the tender flesh.
“Th-thank you Mommy,” the Alpha mumbled, her eyes fluttering behind her lashes as she tried to keep her breathing steady. She couldn’t help but moan as the creeping, quiet feeling encroached at the edges of her consciousness. Nemuri was fantastic at placing just the right amount of pressure where it needed to be. From years of practice as Midnight or years of practice as her domme, Emi couldn’t be sure. Nemuri kept her hand around Emi’s throat as she climbed back into her lap, knees on either side of her hips as she teased the tip of her twitching dick with her dripping cunt. She was hot and soaked to her core, the earlier orgasms having done nothing to sate her appetite. Emi would be starting her rut tomorrow, and the pheromones she was putting out had kept Nemuri’s own cunt dripping and ready for her Alpha all day. She needed her.
She teased for just a little while longer, feeling Emi twitch and squirm underneath her as she soaked the silicone with her excited arousal. Emi was such an obedient pup, she whimpered and whined and sobbed at the stimulation, but didn’t buck her hips. Her training was coming along beautifully. “Good girl,” Nemuri sighed, before finally setting her weight down and taking Emi deep inside herself.
Emi moaned louder than she had all night. Her body shuddered at the overwhelming warmth of Nemuri’s cunt, her wrists tugging at their bindings against the headboard. She was practically rabid, holding on to her lucidity by a string. Nemuri's hands went from her throat to her chest, rolling already stiff nipples between her fingers as she hilted herself on Emi's dick.
"M-Mommy," Emi growled through gritted teeth, holding back even more agonizingly desperate sounds as she fought to be perfect for her domme.
"I know, little one. Just hold out a little longer, dear." It wasn't a request. It was a command wrapped in satin. One Emi could hardly hear over the wet sounds of Nemuri's cunt sliding up and down her shaft. For all of Nemuri's talents, rolling her hips was one she did so well she could make the gods cry. And Emi was both blessed and cursed to be under her without even the ability to hold onto her waist for the ride. Nemuri whined and moaned as she found her rhythm, music to Emi's ears that'd have any Alpha begging to rut. She chewed at her lip, a content smile on her face as her eyes glazed over with a lustful haze. She was losing herself to the pleasure. The thought made it even harder to concentrate.
Nemuri kept riding her sub, her greedy cunt swallowing every inch of the thick silicone. She knew exactly how her Alpha liked it, and milked her dick with an appetite beyond words. She was having nearly as much fun as the green haired woman beneath her. "You feel so fucking good for me, baby," she said excitedly, speeding up her pace. She fucked herself on the dick, bouncing over and over and over again as she chased her next orgasm.
It was torture for Emi. Not only did she have to keep a hold on her lucidity while her Omega got to ride her, she had to not cum the entire time. Nemuri was warm and wet and oh so tight around her, she was sure she'd burst from the strain of holding back her orgasm any moment! But she still grit her teeth and held on. Just a little longer. The reward would be worth it!
"I want you to knot me, baby," Nemuri purred, the pad of her thumb pushing past Emi's lips and pressing down on her tongue. Unable to even grit her teeth now, Emi couldn't contain her eager howls as Nemuri rode her. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Getting your big, fat knot in me? You're drooling, puppy," Nemuri teased, pressing down on her tongue and watching as mint green venom dripped down Emi's teeth. The sight of the venom made her moan- the intoxicating elixir so close to being inside her. She just had to test the limits of Emi's training one last time… then she could give herself up to her Alpha.
Nemuri was so turned on, Emi's knot and thighs were practically soaked with her arousal. The warm, delicious bulge would fit inside her so easily. She couldn't wait to slip it into her cunt, but still, she used every ounce of her will to restrain herself. It was all about the pacing, after all.
Slowly, gently, she rolled her hips, her lips spreading further as they hungrily opened up for Emi's knot. She brought herself down slowly, watching her sub's face as she went. Emi's cheeks were red, her eyes fluttered behind her lashes. She was sobbing with excitement, moaning through grit teeth. Right before Nemuri cleared the crest of the knot she stopped, rolling her hips to grind her dick against her g-spot but not lowering down any further. Emi whimpered, her sobs growing louder the longer she was denied. She was reaching the end of her rope! She couldn’t hold out any longer!
"Baby? Baby, don't cry… Mommy's here," Nemuri purred soothingly, brushing some hair out of Emi's face. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. Nemuri was strict but never cruel. She couldn't bear to see tears in Emi’s eyes for even a moment. She'd pushed her Alpha as far as she could go, and she'd done such a good job holding out this long. She'd earned her reward. Nemuri sat her weight down, a shiver running down her spine and a moan leaving her lips as Emi's knot slipped into her cunt. But the older woman wasn't done yet. No, the reward had to be worth the tears she'd made her sweet Alpha shed. She reached up and gently tugged on the rope, the knots around Emi's wrists coming undone in moments and freeing her arms. "Emi? Baby girl? Drop."
The Alpha hesitated for a moment, almost worried for her Omega. Drop? Unrestrained? While this wound up? Hours before her rut began? There'd be no telling what she would do to Nemuri in this state.
"You're precious when you hesitate," Nemuri chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to Emi's forehead. "Be a good girl and drop for Mommy." Who could ever deny their domme asking so nicely? Emi growled, her Alpha instincts finally allowed to claw themselves to the surface of her consciousness. She didn't need to fight them off any longer. Nemuri was her Omega… and she'd fuck her hard enough she'd never forget it. She rolled them both over, her knot slipping out of the taller woman's sopping cunt as she wrestled Nemuri onto her back. She then grabbed her thighs, lifting them up onto her shoulders, practically folding Nemuri in half. Sky blue eyes watered as Emi pushed into her, inch after breathless inch tearing a loud groan from her until the Omega was finally knotted again.
Instincts uninhibited, the knot swelled another couple inches in diameter, locking the two women together in a lover's embrace while Nemuri moaned as she felt herself stretched so far. Nemuri's cunt was so wet and hot and tight for her. Emi could feel every breath, every sigh, every heartbeat through the silicone dick. She'd be grateful if she wasn't so far removed from her own thoughts.
“‘Muri,” she growled, sinking her teeth into the side of the older woman’s neck. The venom was hardly even necessary- Nemuri was already so compliant and needy and wound up, her Alpha’s swollen knot filling her up while her dick fucked against her gspot. The venom poured into her blood, the added hormones making even the cool and gentle breeze in the room feel absolutely orgasmic. Nemuri’s thighs shook weakly as she came and came again. Her body was desperate to cum for her Alpha and she was more than happy to oblige.
They’d lost themselves in the heat of the moment. Grabbing, scratching, biting, shouting while they thrusted into each other. By the fourth orgasm, Nemuri had ended up facedown on the bed, clawing at the mattress beneath her while Emi dug her fingertips into her hips, pulling her down onto her dick and fucking up into her hard enough to make the whole bed shake. Nemuri’s long, raven hair was messy and tangled, some of it stuck to her face with sweat. Emi was ruining her. The girth of her dick, the pace of her thrusts, the potency of her venom… it was all so absolutely overwhelming. Nemuri was nothing but a set of holes to be bred by her Alpha, and Emi was even more fargone. Emi had her teeth sunk into Nemuri’s neck, fingers gripping at the older woman’s hair. She watched as her Omega’s hands shook, barely able to grip at the sheets beneath them any longer- she just didn’t have the energy for anything else but taking Emi’s dick. She could feel the way the taller woman’s body squished and stretched and shook for her. It was all so much!
Six orgasms down, Nemuri’s hoarse whimpering and babbling was all that was left of the domme’s will. She had nothing left to give. Nothing left to be taken from her. She’d given herself entirely up to Emi. The smaller woman drooled in excitement, fucking her roughly as she chased her next orgasm. There was so much cum on the sheets they’d never get the stains out. Oh well. Emi could feel her senses slipping away. As close as she’d been to her rut when they’d started, she hadn’t actually been there. Now it was quickly approaching. She knew she wouldn’t be able to think or speak once it started- she’d be every ounce of the feral Alpha she was meant to be. But… she had one more thing she wanted to do. She grit her teeth and paused the rhythm of her hips, stopping herself for a few moments. She wanted Nemuri back in her head enough to hear her.
“Mommy? You there,” she asked softly.
“Y-yes l-l-ove… M-Mommy’s he-here,” she stuttered through whimpered gasps. She was lucid, but only just barely. Between the pheromones and venom and knot, there was hardly any room for her consciousness to exist in.
“My Omega’s so good for me,” Emi purred, angling her hips to grind her knot against Nemuri’s g-spot, causing her to cum so hard her slick poured down her thighs. “Merry Christmas, ‘Muri.”