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Fingers tapped restlessly against soft sheets. Kiara laid naked on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with her cock resting hard on her lower abdomen. The wide open window blocked by blinds did its best to air out the stench of cum that permeated the room, but it was certainly a mission to do so when there were fleshlights and some dildos strewn throughout either still full or covered with it. Laundry would need to be dealt with soon if the overflowing hamper of soiled linen in the far corner was any indication. Alternatively, fresh ones could be brought to her if she’d ask, but she refused to actively draw Calliope closer to her rut room when this was something she could take care of herself. Besides, Kiara knew her control over instincts slipped when her mate was near—especially during either of their estrus cycles—and preferred keeping that control when possible.
At the moment, the alpha phoenix had a hard cock and wet vagina, while all she wanted to do was eat the lasagna that Calliope was making for dinner. She heaved a reluctant sigh and rolled off the bed to deal with her libido again.
Going to her sex toy drawer, Kiara grabbed a clear, caseless fleshlight out from it. There was a larger than normal pocket at the tip that stimulated a womb and helped prevent cum from overflowing as if it was knotted, and Kiara made sure most of the ones owned had the feature. Not even bothering to return to the bed, the phoenix braced an arm against the bureau after lubing up the toy and buried herself roughly into it. Cold silicone took her in, little bumps and grooves rubbing along her cock as she thrusted while the hand holding it gripped tightly to make the toy fit snug around her.
She closed her eyes and thought of Calliope. That gorgeous woman of a reaper who was hers and vice versa. All her curves. That little mole on her boob. The feeling of being clenched on when inside her. As soon as she started hearing noises her mate would make during sex in her mind, Kiara’s breath shuddered as she came, eyes flying open to watch as the toy filled with cum. It wasn’t until some had made its way from between her legs and slid down over the toy and touched her hand did she realize she was still staring awhile after having already finished. She blinked and pulled out.
Satisfied exhaustion washed over her in a wave. It was halfway through the week now, and Kiara stopped keeping track of the amount of times orgasms happened on the daily after the first. All she knew was this last one took from waking shortly after sunrise—all the while cursing the urges from not letting her sleep in—to late afternoon before she didn't feel like a small dog that wanted to hump everything in sight. She just wanted the week to be over already.
The toy was tossed uncaringly onto the floor where some others were; unbothered to clean it even though she knew her future self would hate her for adding another to the list. It just added to the problem for then, then. Watching for a moment, a bit of cum traveled from the filled pocket, through the shaft, and out of the opening. Kiara imagined she was looking down at Calliope. The cum wasn’t dripping out of a fleshlight, but from between the reaper’s thighs. There would either be a satisfied look on Calliope’s face or needy eyes and pleas for more depending on her mood.
Immediately, Kiara shook her head to try and knock the imagery away. She had only just finished dealing with herself and didn’t want to again so soon. One last trip to the bureau for a rag was made and used to clean herself up. It was thrown right into the hamper before she went back to the bed and laid down; the numerous activities catching up to her now that there was a moment of peace in the day, and the satisfaction still there made a grin be present on her face. A few materials placed along the head of the bed for safe keeping belonged to Calliope, and she grabbed a small throw pillow that had been custom made to reflect the reaper’s reaping outfit.
It was clutched tight against her chest as she curled up around it. She whined when the faint scent hit her, serving as a reminder that Calliope hadn’t been seen in person for days now, but also working to sooth her further rather than being a turn on at the moment. With a slight growl in her stomach, Kiara forced herself to ignore the everpresent, though suppressed for the meantime, need to mate and chose to sleep in order to pass the time quicker until lasagna.
It was hard to tell the time of day when the sun stayed up longer in the Summer and was still filtering in through the blinds even after she woke up after the nap. What she did know was there was a fresh scent of cum hitting her as her awareness of the world returned. A curse was muttered while she quickly checked the pillow still in her grasp, only to sigh in relief when nothing was found on it. The shifting around did make it clear, however, that the top of her inner thighs were wet and slid smoothly against the other, and checking near the area revealed still wet droplets on the sheets from her cock.
“...Really, already?”
With a frustrated huff, she ignored the mess her body had started to make and rolled over to grab her phone from the nightstand after returning the pillow to its rightful spot among the stash of other belongings. The immediate ache when Calliope’s name was seen on the lockscreen came at no surprise, and a hand moved down to take care of it, only to freeze just centimeters away as the message was read. The lasagna was done and waiting at the pick up spot.
Not even bothering to throw on clothes of any sort or wipe up at all, she sprung out of bed in a rush. A much louder growl from her stomach sounded when the door was pulled open and the meal came into view. It was waiting patiently for her on a small table placed on the other end of the hall. They had come up with this system a multitude of years ago that had been working well and that they were content with doing. If one of them needed something during these periods, the other would place it at the end of the hall to their room to avoid being drawn in by any pheromones that found their way through the cracks in the doorway.
With a spring in her step that might have been a mistake with gravity pulling on herself in multiple areas and not helping with her current state, Kiara happily made her way to accept the dinner while suppressing her pheromones as much as possible. She licked her lips as it neared, but ended up stuttering in her steps when her keen sense of smell picked up Calliope’s lingering scent, even if it was fainter than usual. Vagina clenching in a quick pulse because of it, she allowed herself the deep inhale she always did. Warmth blossomed in her chest that traveled downwards, and another greedy breath was taken that furthered it. However, she refused to let her mate’s efforts go to waste. It would have to wait to be dealt with until after dinner. The meal was approached and picked up to be brought back to the room.
At least that was the plan, until there was a choked intake of air taken from behind her. Her body instinctively stiffened with a rush of a thrill coursing through, wanting to pounce on the sound as there was only one other person in the house that could’ve been the source. Instead of acting on it, she exhaled slowly as the plate of food was calmly placed back down. Body remaining faced away while thighs were pressed tight together, Kiara looked back over her shoulder to confirm what she already knew.
Calliope was standing a few steps away, wearing a t-shirt three sizes too big and bulky, gray sweatpants. The preferred set of loungewear and pajamas. There was a slight sheen of wetness to her hair with some strands clinging around her shoulders. A stunned expression remained on her mate’s face as she stared at Kiara’s bare ass. Well then, it had been a few years since this situation had happened.
“Calli,” the name came out in an airy breath, as if Kiara had suddenly gotten her breath taken away. Her mind was using all its brain cells to think of how to best handle the moment. With her cock stiffening more from her mate being in her presence, fingers were pressed against the table in front of her to help keep herself focused as she continued, “I was just coming to get dinner. What are you doing here?”
She watched as Calliope blinked rapidly, forcing her gaze up to meet Kiara’s. “It’s been a few hours,” Calliope’s throat bobbed with a swallow, “and I was checking to see if you put the dishes back out for me.”
Shit. She was so focused on the fact the lasagna was waiting that she never even thought to check the time. If it was hours later, then Calliope really had no reason to think Kiara would be out of the room again, and the area would’ve aired out enough for Calliope to keep a grip on herself. “I ended up taking a nap and missed when you first sent your message.” A careful step deeper into the hall was taken; the goal being to head back without any escalation, but Calliope had other ideas.
The step was clearly tracked by red irises, and Kiara’s heart began beating faster when a similar one was taken to follow. “Do you,” Calliope started while taking another step forwards and forcing Kiara to try to keep the distance between them with another of her own, “have to go back alone?” Ever so slightly, her pupils started to become blown out as she stepped closer to where Kiara had been standing.
Kiara let out a shuddered breath when she noticed. Little crescent moons were forming on her palms as she clenched her hands now. She wanted Calliope to follow her, to let Kiara do whatever she pleased. She wanted her mate; the one she chose to be with for life—for eternity. She didn’t take a step when Calliope took more. Instead of keeping sight on her, Kiara turned her head to stare at the door at the end of the hall.
Immediately, hands were caressing her back. She held her breath as the heat that had been forced to simmer inside blossomed when the hands traveled over her ribs, one finding purchase on a breast to gently fondle while the other snaked its way down over her stomach. Her mate’s body pressed against hers, breasts pushing perked nipples into her back and cock pushing hard against her ass through the sweatpants. Calliope’s head came to a rest at the side of Kiara’s own, causing a shiver to race down her spine when she breathed hotly against the shell of her ear. Right as the tip of fingers touched the base of her own cock, a hand shot out to grab Calliope’s wrist and prevent her from going any farther.
Kiara took a shaky inhale as her nerves tingled, but unlike the skip in her step before, this was definitely a mistake. Calliope wasn’t even attempting to mask the pure lust now emanating from her, and the scent flooded Kiara all at once. Something deep within her was riled up further and clawed more voraciously at her psyche to be released, wanting Kiara to spin around and pin her mate onto the floor and claim her right there in the middle of the hall, to not let the other alpha be in control for even a moment. Her muscles itched with the heat of fire within them to act on the instinct.
“Alpha,” Calliope all but whined into her ear as she tickled the base of her cock with wiggling fingers, “take me with you.”
The frays in her willpower were starting to appear as if she were a twisted steel cable beginning to fail. The first strands that snapped loosened the grip on Calliope’s wrist. Her mate capitalized in an instant on the opportunity, fully grasping the base of her shaft that left more than enough space for another hand to join. A tug up was made and drew a sharp breath from Kiara. The next ones to go made her press back, grinding on Calliope’s cock and reaching behind to tangle a hand in pink hair. Kiara smelled the floral scented shampoo she loved in it as she tilted her head to the side to nose near her mate’s temple.
While her neck was being lavished with affection that would be leaving marks to see later, she remembered the reason behind keeping separated this time. “Are you—” Her breath hitched and thoughts swirled incoherently for a moment as a nipple was roughly played with at the same time another tug came. “Your work, caught up?”
“Late are done.” Her hand left Kiara’s cock with a parting squeeze that made her buck forwards. She was about to force her back to it with the hand still around the wrist, but let her continue when she realized Calliope was going even lower. Kiara’s legs parted without thought for the fingers. Disappointedly, they only stayed long enough to gather some cum smeared over her outer folds. Calliope added to her response, “Next due end of next week.”
That was good enough for her, and the answer snapped some more strands. Kiara could feel herself starting to fully give in to the building desires, to the aching between her legs in both senses. She could feel herself throbbing within Calliope’s now wet grasp on her cock that glided over it slowly, but frustratingly never made it all the way to the head. With the last core strands of cable still holding together, she managed through hot, heavy breathes, “W-word. What’s the—”
Calliope grazed the joint place of feather and scalp with teeth, causing Kiara to buckle at the knees for a moment, before the answer came with lips still on that spot, “Kikkeriki.”
And with that, the cable within snapped completely. Kiara began to turn around with a rumble at the back of her throat, but only managed to shift halfway before she was met with the movement. Calliope jumped onto her front, practically sitting on the top side of her cock as she wrapped her legs around Kiara’s waist. Caught off guard, the alpha palmed Calliope’s ass to keep her from falling off and fumbled forwards from the sudden top heaviness. Calliope harshly hit her back against the wall and, before Kiara had a chance to ask about her well-being even through her single track mindset at the moment, gripped the back of Kiara’s head to force her into a heated makeout.
A tongue was slipping past her lips and searching for her own the moment it could. Instead of fully reciprocating, she only partially paid attention to it. There were much more pressing matters to deal with in this position. One of the biggest were the sweatpants blocking her as she humped Calliope against the wall, rubbing against the unsatisfactory—amazingly comfortable to wear—material and feeling her folds underneath trying to caress her cock.
She said in a rush, “These have to go.”
“I have more.”
As she started to shift to take care of the problem, staring into blown out eyes that she was sure hers reflected, Calliope did it for her. The sweatpants weren’t taken off, but ripped open for a tear to be right where Kiara wanted and a bit more. She groaned when she realized Calliope had been going commando, letting her cock slide against slicked folds as soon as the pants were torn open. Calliope assisted in lining her cock up with her entrance, and Kiara pushed in the moment she could. Nails dug into her shoulder blades and moans were shared between their mouths as she went all the way with one thrust, her mate taking her easily.
The shirt was being a bother now, but Kiara just quickly pulled the excess to the side rather than dealing with it more permanently at the moment. Doing so freed Calliope’s cock from being trapped under it and let it stand firm in its erectness between their bodies. She had to ignore it for now, letting it smack her body with every thrust as her hands were busy feeling up Calliope’s toned ass and helping to keep her from sliding down the wall. Her face felt as though it was on fire as a burning sensation spread through her body. The fleshlights she’d been using for days now would never hold a candle when up against her mate. All the pent up desire she had woken up with had only been building since stepping out of her room, and it was quickly reaching the tipping point.
She tugged Calliope’s bottom lip between teeth when the peak arrived that drew out a mixed whine and moan. A step was taken forwards as she came, pressing their bodies as tight together as she could make them to ensure she was reaching the deepest parts of her mate. Her hips jerked with every spurt released. Calliope responded in kind as well, her own cock smearing precum across Kiara’s skin as it was rubbed and trapped completely between them.
A subtle relief bubbled in the back of her mind at finally being able to mate with her mate, but a larger portion craved—demanded—for more. Her cock hadn’t even softened much by the time the last of the orgasmic shocks ran their course. There were other things she wanted to do that wouldn’t be as comfortable for Calliope out in the hall. Even with how much she wanted to ruin her right there, her mate’s well-being was always a concern that would never falter.
With that in mind, she curtly said, “Hold on.”
“Wha—”
She backed away from the wall, forcing Calliope to lean forwards and hold on tightly to keep them from getting off balance again. Her mate gasped into the crook of her neck when gravity set in. Other than her own limbs, the only things keeping Calliope up were the hands Kiara had on her ass and the cock buried inside still, and Kiara wasn’t exactly trying to keep her off her cock. Instead, she let her steps do the work now, reveling in the light bites and sharp gasps her mate made with almost every step as she was bounced. Legs and arms flexed around Kiara so Calliope could lift herself up a bit, then relaxed to sink back down; all the while rubbing her own cock along Kiara’s abdomen.
While she walked, it was hard to fight off the thoughts of taking Calliope against the wall again, on the floor, or even just stopping and doing it right where she stood. Her fingers flexed to knead the ass in her palms, toes twitched with each drop Calliope did, bottom lip was bitten as her own pleasure grew. Only a few steps from the door, she was forced to stagger to a stop before she fell. Calliope had reached an orgasm, clenching and unclenching around her cock as she moaned Kiara’s name in ecstasy against a wet mark on her neck. Strands of cum landed on her stomach as her mate shuddered and twitched while wrapped around her.
Kiara kissed along the crown of Calliope’s head to give her some sort of attention through it. There were a few thin trails of their combined mess that she could feel beginning to travel down her thighs, but she could care less about them and the, more than likely, cleaning the floor would need later. The heat deep within was being stoked and growing more and more intense with each passing second. When the pulsing around her cock began to fade away into aftershocks, she quickly readjusted her hold and rushed towards the room. Her knees felt weak from the shifts made with the movement, and her own vagina twitched in want of what was resting on her stomach.
The door was violently thrown open, bouncing back off the wall and then slamming reshut from an unconscious kick back to close it. A beeline was made for the bed where Calliope’s upper body was placed to lay on. As soon as her back bounced on soft sheets, Kiara didn’t waste another moment. She bent over her, lips hungrily claiming whatever exposed skin they could reach around the shirt while hands shifted to hold hips still in a tight grasp, and began fucking her again. Every thrust was accompanied by a wet slap of their bodies connecting. Her skin felt as if it was on fire from having Calliope fully with her in her space and not just the stale scent on some belongings.
Calliope’s legs loosened their hold and spread wider, offering herself as if there was any deeper Kiara couldn’t already reach. Heels dug into the small of her back in their place. Nails found purchase on shoulder blades as she kept going. Whispers of “my alpha” and “fuck—Kiara—fuck” spurred her on. It wasn’t long before a familiar heat began creeping up her neck and to her face, the familiar tightening of muscles just before release came.
With a final thrust as deep as she could go, she filled her mate for the second time. The nails on her back raked downwards, leaving a slight sting in their wake. In turn, she gasped as her back reflexively arched away, rubbing her nipples on Calliope’s shirt. Kiara didn’t let up, though. Her nerves tingled as she started to pound her mate through the orgasm. Cum followed her cock with each pull out, making light spattering sounds as it hit the floor.
She lifted her upper body off Calliope to resituate them quickly. Hands were removed from their place in order to corral the legs still spread apart, pressing them down parallel to Calliope’s body as far as the reaper’s flexibility allowed them to comfortably go. “Fuck,” the curse tumbled past her lips from the change of position. “You’re so fuckin’ tight...” Her voice was lost as the same pace resumed, mouth hanging open as her overstimulated nerves sparked throughout her. The body underneath was pushed down into the bed with every snap of her hips.
Like this, Kiara was able to see Calliope’s less audible reactions. Instead of digging her nails into her back, Calliope’s hands were split off to different areas of the sheet to grip; one over her head and the other down by her ass. Her toes twitched in the air each time Kiara bottomed out. Hidden by that forsaken shirt, her breasts were otherwise freely moving in time with the thrusts as well. Perked nipples were pushing up and tenting the material. The shirt and the rest of the sweatpants were going to go after this.
Most important of all, Kiara could see Calliope watching her back through lidded eyes. Sure, they both enjoyed the occasional playful flirt with others, but at the end of the day, that’s all it ever was; playful. They would only truly have eyes for each other. Suddenly, her mate’s eyes widened a fraction, only to screw shut right after as her head tilted back against the sheets. The legs in her grasp pushed against their hold, and mouth was stuck open in a silent moan.
She’s not sure how or when she missed it, but the hand Calliope had above her head had slipped down between them to jerk herself off. Cum was in the process of being shot onto the shirt. It took a moment for Kiara to register that her cock was being pushed against on all sides. When she did, she followed right along and lost herself as well. A heavy exhale was made as she released again, hips stuttering in their efforts so soon after the last until they remained flushed against Calliope’s.
But, she wanted to keep going. Too soon. Way too soon for her to be spent yet. What good was that nap that ruined her chance at a glorious lasagna dinner, if not to have given her energy for this? Kiara began to pull out to start up in earnest once again, only for Calliope to gasp loudly in surprise from the action, hands flying to get a hold of her arms and attempt to pull her back in.
“St-stop.” Eyes wildly looking up into her own, Calliope pleaded in a soft voice from still coming down from her high. “Don’t pull it out.”
Brows furrowed, Kiara looked down at her confusedly for a moment, stuck on the added ‘it’ of the request instead of just ‘pull out’. Then she realized. So lost in the feelings of just wanting to continue to fuck her mate with all she had, Kiara hadn’t felt the growing tension at the base of her cock during the few moments of rest after that last one. A knot had begun to form while she was still buried inside, and she immediately drudged up her scraps of willpower to put a metaphorical clamp down on it to prevent it from getting larger.
It was straining against her to be allowed to grow in size; the alpha in her wanting to fully mate with her mate. But, there was something every part of herself agreed on, even if begrudgingly. It was much too soon for a lot of options to end for a few hours because they got stuck knotted together. That was something that could happen afterwards.
Kiara tried again with this knowledge in mind, going much slower than the first attempt. The knot that was there hadn’t grown enough for it to be a painful endeavor for either of them, but it was obvious by how impossibly tighter Calliope felt that her mate would feel something that hadn’t entered stretching her entrance as it left.
“No.” Calliope tightened her grip on Kiara’s arms and whined out, “Alpha, knot me.”
Her muscles laxed for a moment in agreement, losing the bit of ground she had and bottoming out again, expression turning soft at the words. But this time, Kiara didn’t want that. She didn’t want to wait the potential hours for the swell keeping them together to go down. Kiara wanted to do more now. She tried pulling out again, only to be stopped by her body responding on its own to another whine. A short rumble of a growl slipped out without thought, though whether it was towards herself or Calliope, she wasn’t sure. Regardless of which, she tried to pass it off as a clearing of her throat.
“Cawwi,” Kiara said sweetly, but even she could hear the slight edge in her voice. “Calli, let me do it.”
“I don’t want you to.”
There was a fire behind Calliope’s eyes as they held eye contact, fighting against Kiara’s own over their desires. Blown out pupils from before were starting to shift back to a more average size. A palpable shift in the air could be felt as their lust was forced to simmer during this time even in their scandalous position. The tickle in the back of her mind was returning. The one that didn’t want the other alpha to have an ounce of control over her. She gritted her teeth to prevent any words from spilling out that she’d regret after this moment passed. A bit of leeway was granted to the inner voice, however, and Kiara puffed her chest out and set her shoulders as she continued to stare down Calliope to seem a bit more intimidating.
Despite that, it was getting harder and harder to hold herself back from giving in to herself and Calliope to just knot her mate, as she was beginning to accept that she’d rather wait a few hours than keep up the disagreement. But after a few moments more, Calliope broke eye contact and looked off to the side. The increasingly tight grip she had going on Kiara’s arms softened to a loose hold. Kiara didn’t fully feel good about the exchange, but she would make it up to her.
“Thank you,” she said. The edge in her voice was no longer present, and her body relaxed. A nod was all she got in response. Thinking it’d help, she added, “I don’t want to knot you now.” When a clear frown formed on lips, Kiara rushed out a longer explanation, “It’s not that I don’t want to. I do, I really, really do. But I want to do it later, after we have some more... fun.”
Eyes glanced towards her, then away. They did it a couple times before staying on hers. “Okay... promise?”
“Promise.”
She pulled Calliope a little farther off the bed to avoid further messing up what they had to lay on. Her arms slackened bit by bit. Calliope’s legs were slowly released from her hold, eventually returning to a more comfortable spread eagle position. This time when she tried, there were no attempts to stop her. Her hands massaged Calliope’s thighs as her legs shifted around from the feeling. A wet suction sound was followed up by a splatter hitting the floor as the incomplete knot was pulled out with the rest of Kiara’s cock following. Cum from the two—maybe even partially three—orgasms rushing out with nothing there blocking it from doing so.
Wanting to take advantage of this moment of clarity, Kiara forced herself to not watch between her mate’s legs as she had with the fleshlight hours ago. She helped Calliope shift back towards the center of the bed, following along and laying right on top of her. The cum on the shirt felt cold against her stomach. Their cocks rubbed against each other before coming to a rest side by side. They could both feel the subtle throbbing in the other’s. Kiara could see the desire in Calliope’s eyes to continue, but wasn’t going against Kiara’s control of the pace.
The phoenix leaned on her elbows and cupped Calliope’s cheeks with both hands. Thumbs rubbed against cheekbones, and a smile formed on her face when she saw a slight uptick of lips. “Calli,” she whispered, lowering her head to place a kiss on her still clothed chest, “my Calli.”
A hand landed on her head and began carding through hair with long, fluid motions—something Calliope loved to do even though she often voiced her dislike of it. “I am your Mori.”
“I’ll fuck you,” she pawed at the shirt’s collar, both bringing it lower and wanting it gone, “and mate with you,” kisses were placed along the newly exposed skin, “and knot you.” Her hips bucked forwards for Calliope to feel the still there semi-knot, and she chuckled at the grin that spread across her mate’s face at what must have been caused by a brief mental image of it being in her. “But let’s do something for you first, and then right after I’ll do it.”
“You’ve been doing as much for me as you have for yourself. This is your week—well, half-week, now, so keep doing what you want.”
A surge spread through her at the words; to do exactly what Calliope had said and take her for herself over, and over, and over again. As much as she wanted to, Kiara still felt a small bead of guilt in her chest for denying what her mate obviously wanted. Besides, Calliope was right; there’d be many more opportunities, even beyond the rest of the week. She deserved at least a bit of a switch up... but Kiara doubted she’d be able to give up the reins any time soon.
One of her hands began to make their way off Calliope’s cheek. Fingers traced her jawline and then looped up to caress lips slowly, continuing down over her jugular. Kiara backed off her when a heavy breath was let out, a shiver running through at her touch. She sat up, purposely sliding herself right on Calliope’s cock while tracing her lips once again with her other hand. The shirt clung to her stomach from the cum covering both, peeling off bit by bit the farther she leaned back. A finger hung off her mate’s bottom lip, eyes locked with hers.
“Up,” she commanded, finger releasing the lip with the word. Calliope obeyed. She surged forwards in an attempt to claim Kiara’s lips, but was blocked from doing so by hands on her shoulders. Fingers danced along them. “Lift.”
Kiara could feel her own impatience matching Calliope’s. The cock she was sitting on was throbbing between her folds. She wanted to just tear the shirt away like how Calliope had made the hole in her sweatpants. But, unfortunately for her, Kiara knew this was one of Calliope’s more favored t-shirts, as it was a gift early on when the reaper’s body was created, and there was no replacing the sentimental value. The most it would need now would be a washing or two. So, she sat on her cock, subtly moving her hips, and waited.
Arms were lifted up, and the fire within grew as she rolled the shirt up slowly to avoid getting cum in pink hair. Bit by bit, more skin was shown. Breasts were freed, nipples stiffening impossibly more from being exposed. Kiara’s body jerked forwards, as if she was going to claim one with her mouth, but ultimately settled back. Get these clothes off.
Once the rolled up bunch was the entire shirt, Kiara lifted up onto her knees. The article cleared the rest in a rush, being lightly tossed off to the floor on the other side of the bed where she knew it was clean. A hand was splayed out over her mate’s now bare chest and forced her back down.
“Stay.”
Calliope dumbly nodded, chest heaving from heavy breaths taken between parted lips. Kiara shifted down the bed a bit to make it easier to remove the pants. There was a rim of wetness around the hole that made it a darker gray. Lips were slightly swollen from arousal and her cock passing them with a trail of her cum leading out, wetness coating the skin around them. Cock was glistening in the now setting sunlight from her own arousal having been spread on it. A visible twitch in it made hers respond in kind.
With much less grace than the shirt removal, Kiara pulled the ruined sweatpants down. Her mate jolted with a gasp as the waistband suddenly passed over her cock. The clothing was thrown with little care behind her just to get it out of the way. Calliope was finally bare in front of her.
She crawled her way over her. Slow, purposely strides of her arms pulled her along, body low enough to brush the other’s with each stride taken. Not once did they break eye contact, even when Kiara’s cock languidly slid over slicked folds and made Kiara’s eyes shutter from holding back the temptation of taking her again. The look on Calliope’s face showed a similar struggle going through her as well.
Eventually, she settled down. Nipples pushed against breasts and cocks were once again pressed between their bodies. Their foreheads connected, noses rubbed together, eyes locked onto each other. A hand came up and filtered through orange-cyan hair to cradle the base of her head. It caused a shiver to go through her from the proximity of fingers by the mate mark on the nape of her neck. Kiara surged forwards that short distance and roughly claimed her mate’s lips with her own.
Teeth clacked together from both of their impatience reaching a boil point. Half-lidded eyes kept contact as their tongues danced around the other’s in an attempt to explore their mouths. An arm came around her waist to try and pry her body off as the hips under her tried to move. Kiara didn’t give her any give, however, and kept still with her arms braced on either side against the bed to keep from touching her. Only when Calliope’s desperate attempts to claim her mouth relaxed, tongue receding back to mingle with the tip of her own, and eased the pressure on her waist, did Kiara finally move to give her what she really wanted.
A strand of saliva connected them for a moment before breaking as she pulled away. Adopting the same position as before, she sat back with a hand on the chest below. With the clothing now gone, there was a slight sheen to Calliope’s skin from the setting sunlight. Her mate’s lips were glossy and slightly puffy, eyes back to their fully blown status like how they were before their slight disagreement.
Kiara’s free hand traveled down skin softly, nails leaving feather light touches on Calliope’s stomach as she moved her hips to somewhat lube the cock below. She raised up onto her knees and palmed her mate’s cock. Spreading the cum around, she watched the minute movements throughout her mate’s body as she kept herself from bucking up into the hand. With that done, her body lowered a bit and hand aligned Calliope so she was pressed right against her.
That inner voice was back, urging her to switch the positions and take her more than willing mate. “Sorry, Calli, but this is all I’ll be able to give you.”
“I win—” Kiara sat down, taking Calliope in in one go and making her back arch slightly and words sound breathless. “—either way. You don’t have to do this.”
A soft moan was hummed at feeling the vein along Calliope’s underbelly rubbing all the right spots. “I want to.”
Hips gyrated carefully until she was sure she could really take it. Calliope’s hands fell to her thighs to hold, but made no further move to make Kiara do anything. She could see her muscles flexing every now and then, as if her mate wanted to move her hips and fuck her. Kiara made a mental note to properly praise her later. But, for now, she blew a simple kiss her way that made Calliope close her eyes, nod slightly while taking a deep breath, and then reopen them with an even more renewed hunger within.
Kiara smirked, knowing she got the message. Her hands brushed over the ones on her thighs, traveled over to her own cock and rubbed the length of it down onto Calliope’s abdomen to tease her with what she’d be getting again soon—happily noting that the knot had lessened during the interim—and then held onto her waist as she began to lift. An agonizingly slow, if the lip biting and fingers pressing into her thighs were any tell, drag until just the head was still in her was made. Before going back down quickly with a wet slap of skin connecting.
A leg twitched under her while Calliope’s head rolled to the side with a flush forming on her cheeks, an audible breath coming from parted lips. Kiara took a breath of her own as a tightness was already forming deep within. Instead of repeating the movement, she took a page from Calliope's book. A hand reached down between her mate’s legs to gather some cum and used it to lube her own cock. Her breath hitched as she started to jerk herself off, precum already beading at the tip.
Calliope’s hands tightened on her thighs as she watched her masturbate. Long, smooth strokes that went over her head and down to the start of the now miniscule knot, avoiding going over it as to not encourage that part of herself right now. Her other hand drifted to one of Calliope’s, tangling their fingers tight together. Then, she lifted again while simultaneously stoking up herself to match.
This time, she went down slower. Kiara teased at the inside of her bottom lip with teeth as she felt herself stretch to take Calliope in and the stroke on her cock. The tip still didn’t quite hit that right spot, so she repeated the process. It took a few angle changes, but it finally landed where she wanted. Back arching and a gasp escaping, she then rode her mate with a passion.
Her breasts felt heavy as they bounced on her chest with the up and down movements. This was supposed to be for Calliope, but she was certainly feeling it for herself as well. A few drops of cum had landed on Calliope’s stomach as a different knot was getting tighter and tighter within herself. The muscles in her legs were beginning to burn at the slight exercise they were going through. Her fingers that were tangled with Calliope’s felt as though they were going to be crushed with the force they were being held with, and she removed her hand from her cock to stop herself from finishing herself off.
Right on the edge, with that same hand she tapped onto one side of Calliope’s hips. Without a moment to waste, Calliope began to meet her halfway through the movements with wild, desperate thrusts up. Kiara felt breathless with the force she was now being fucked with. It only took a few seconds before the body under her seized up, the hands on her thighs begging for her to keep still while Calliope came with jerks of her hips.
Kiara was close. She was so close. Her cock felt as though it was throbbing almost in time with her rapid heartbeat as she felt the cock inside her throbbing with its releases. Inside. She needed to be in her mate now. As soon as Calliope’s taught muscles began to relax, hand releasing the death grip on her own, Kiara lifted off her cock completely. The cum followed on the way out, sliding down Calliope’s no longer erect cock as gravity took it and laid it on her thigh. But just because one part of her was spent, didn’t mean Kiara had to wait. Her legs felt a bit weak from the position she had been in, but she powered through the feeling and desperately went to claim Calliope’s mouth with a quick, sloppy makeout.
With a huskiness to her voice, she asked between lip smacks, “Doggy, please, move.” An affirmative hum into her mouth with a nod made her back off, shifting to the side to allow Calliope to move into the position. On her hands and knees with her ass slightly lower than her shoulders, breasts and cock hanging freely, she nodded to Kiara as if to say she was ready.
Kiara swiftly mounted her from behind. Once her cock was properly positioned, hips were taken with a rough hold of them. She buried herself deep without warning with a snap of her own hips. Calliope moaned loudly from the action, fingers and toes digging into sheets with just that single thrust as she had positioned herself perfectly for Kiara to not have to worry about adjusting. Kiara pulled out until just the head was left in, before repeating the movement with an added pull of Calliope’s hips to make them meet rougher, deeper. Again, and again, and again. She could see her mate’s body flexing in pleasure under her efforts.
Pants and grunts—possibly growls—from the alpha were accompanied by the smacking of hips to ass. Kiara couldn’t even make out any of Calliope’s own sounds over the rush of adrenaline coursing through her very being. Fuck her mate, fuck her. Mate with her. Knot her. Her hips stuttered with an orgasm that was continued through as if it wasn’t happening. She needed to breed her omega, her alpha—her everything.
Her body felt as if she were made of fire as another orgasm began to build. She watched as strands of pink hair fell to either side of Calliope’s neck with each forceful drag and hit of her body. Bit by bit the skin underneath was being uncovered. Kiara almost came when the hair had parted almost completely down the middle and showed the scar of the bite she left on the scent gland hidden there to form a mate mark. Her bite. Her bite and their bond. Everyone who got too close would know Calliope was hers and vice versa.
She could feel her knot growing in size. It was slowly but surely becoming harder to complete full thrusts. Though, this wasn’t exactly the best position to have to keep from being knotted in. Kiara pulled out, allowing herself some precious few moments to see her cum come out of her mate, and encouraged Calliope to move into a missionary position. As soon as she laid back, Kiara was already spreading her legs and getting between them to line herself up to re-enter.
Sweat coated her skin in a thin layer. Core was burning with desire. A hand clasped Calliope’s in a death grip before thrusting one last time, pushing the knot past her entrance just before she couldn’t hold it back anymore. Kiara’s build up fell over the edge with the feeling of the knot expanding and stretching Calliope to make it impossible for anything to escape as well as making it nearly impossible for them to be separated for some time. Her body tilted forwards with each spurt she could feel filling her mate to the brim.
Then, she saw stars as Calliope’s walls clenched around her cock. One second she was still hovering over her, and the next she was blinking awake with a nipple on the edge of her field of vision as her cheek was pressed against the flat of Calliope’s upper chest. Arms were wrapped around her in a tight, but not crushing, hug and bent legs were laid partially over her own; a big toe rubbing against her calf with slow movements. A chin was placed on her head, and she felt a slight rumble coming from under her and then registered that Calliope was humming.
Kiara stretched her arms out, causing a pause in the lovely sound and vibrations, only for them to return when her arms came back and hugged Calliope’s sides. “I’m not crushing you, am I?” She muttered, worried that any louder would break the serene spell she found herself in.
“No, you’re all good. I would’ve shifted us if you were.”
“Okay...” Kiara let the room sink into silence. Calliope began to hum again, and she let her continue for a while before interrupting her again, “Hey, Calli?” An inquisitive hum. “On a scale of one to ten, how confident are you in your abilities right now?”
She hummed in thought this time before answering her, “About a six. You were doing all the hard work.” A kiss was placed onto her head.
Kiara swiveled her head to look up at her. “I never ate dinner.” She pouted. “Can you get the lasagna?”
Calliope laughed, but stopped when the movements made them both remember the knot connecting them. “Yeah,” she cleared her throat, “yeah, I can grab it. One moment.”
It wasn’t long before the door opened up on its own. A plate floated in until it came to a rest near their heads where she could see the lasagna from before right how she had left it in the hall. The fork that had also been on the plate came to life, breaking off a small piece and offering it to her. She opened her mouth to take it, reheating it within before actually eating it. The humming had returned as she was continued to be fed by Calliope.
Now to regain her energy for round two.