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“Vi?” Caitlyn asks one night while they’re basking in the afterglow. They’re covered in sweat and still a little breathless. She’s curled at Vi’s side, tracing the alpha’s abs in slow, long and indulgent drags of her fingers. Vi is nuzzling her, purring a low, lazy purr.
“Hm?” Vi makes the sound in her throat. She seems tired and spent, and what alpha wouldn’t be, after being ridden through two knots? Caitlyn’s been told by her omega friends that she has… quite the sexual appetite, but Caitlyn knows that Vi is just resting. The alpha has no trouble keeping up with her. Maybe other alphas would come up short, but Caitlyn has no interest in testing that theory any time soon, possibly ever. “Something on your mind, cupcake?” Vi asks when she takes too long to say anything, distracted by her thoughts and the strong scent of alpha that’s clinging to air like the sweat on Vi’s skin.
Caitlyn hums in acknowledgment. She presses a soft kiss on Vi’s lips, down Vi’s neck, and then she rests her head on the alpha’s chest, allowing herself a moment to enjoy the sound of Vi’s heartbeat and the rumble of Vi’s purr. “It’s just,” she starts, her hand sliding a little lower when she strokes down, “I’ve been wondering. Have you ever thought of how my mouth would feel on you?”
There’s a pause before Vi reacts. Caitlyn swears she can feel the alpha thinking, going through a mental checklist and finding no box unticked. “Feel where?” Vi finally asks, and it’s adorable how genuinely confused the alpha is.
Caitlyn opts against a verbal answer and instead drags her hand down all the way, grasping Vi’s soft cock. “Here,” she says for emphasis and with a sultry growl that ensures the alpha isn’t soft in her hand for long. She watches, in delight, as Vi’s cock hardens and lengthens in her hand, and what a beautiful sight it is. Caitlyn lifts her head off Vi’s chest, wanting to see the alpha’s face. “Is that a yes?” she asks, a teasing tone in her voice.
Vi, never lacking confidence and deserving every bit of it, laughs at her in an equally teasing way. “That’s from your hand,” the alpha says, and Caitlyn can’t argue with that. Vi has always been sensitive and very responsive to her touch.
Still, Caitlyn can’t help but pout a little. “So, no?” she asks, adjusting her grip on Vi’s cock and rhythmically squeezing the base to prompt the alpha to answer faster.
Vi rumbles out a soft growl and bucks a little off the bed. It’s something Caitlyn will never get tired of seeing, the way Vi’s already defined abs become even more prominent, the way the alpha’s muscular thighs flex and how her powerful hips lift. “Mmm,” the alpha moans in appreciation before answering her question. “Nope. Never thought of it.”
“Ever?” Caitlyn asks, tearing her hungry gaze from Vi’s cock to the alpha’s face.
“Nope,” Vi says again, and smirks at her in a way that clearly says you’re cute, cupcake. “I’m an alpha. I’m not rigged that way. I don’t know any alphas who think about getting their dicks sucked. You been talking to that weird alpha Jayce again?”
“Yes,” Caitlyn tells the truth. She’s never lied to Vi and she isn’t about to start. Jayce is currently in a happy, stable relationship with Viktor, an omega, and sometimes he talks to her about their sex life, usually when he’s had too much to drink. “He mentioned that he and Viktor have tried it and how he enjoyed it. It’s made me… curious,” she says, and she drops her gaze back to Vi’s cock, a bit of pre-cum leaking from the tip. She hasn’t missed a beat with jerking the alpha off, perfectly able to carry on a conversation while she does. It’s a multi-tasking talent that Vi is presently being appreciative of, expressly so. “Aren’t you?” she asks Vi about being curious. “Even a little?”
Vi takes a moment to respond, thinking about it and also enjoying the new pace Caitlyn’s hand has set. The alpha’s own hand, idly stroking the small of her back, now slides up her spine, long fingers splaying over the flesh and putting gentle pressure on its way back up and down. “Not even a little,” Vi eventually answers, taking a deep breath when Caitlyn’s scent becomes stronger in response to the touch. The alpha stares between her legs, and Caitlyn knows from experience that any longer and Vi would very well start drooling like a starved beast.
“We’re talking, handsome,” Caitlyn teases, but doesn’t shoo Vi’s wandering hand away, which has now made its way to her thigh. It’s tempting to just spread her legs and sit on the alpha’s face. Caitlyn would happily do it if they could continue their conversation that way.
Vi grunts when Caitlyn grips her cock harder to get her attention. “That’s not helping and you know it,” the alpha says, and Caitlyn confirms that she does know with a giggle. Vi forces herself to stop staring at Caitlyn’s cunt, but not before giving it one last hungry look that promises she will get what she wants later. “Biology, I guess,” Vi says as a follow-up to her response. “I’m an alpha - a normal alpha, not like Jayce. Omegas have sharp, pointy teeth. It’s hot, but not when I think about those sharp, pointy teeth anywhere near my dick.”
“My fangs?” Caitlyn asks, not expecting Vi’s answer. She regards the alpha with furrowed brows. Her hand stills but stays firmly wrapped around Vi’s cock. “You have fangs too, much bigger than mine,” she tells Vi, her tone almost accusing, “and you I’d go as far to say that I’m your favorite meal.”
Vi barks out a laugh, and Caitlyn would have been startled by the suddenness of it if not for her sheer confusion. “Yeeaaaah,” the alpha draws out the word, oozing with pride and not an ounce of shame. “But, you know, cupcake, that’s also biology,” Vi says in a way that has Caitlyn shuddering, with a deep voice and a little growl. “That, I’m rigged for. Omegas taste good to alphas. You taste so fucking good to me, and nature wants it that way. Unless…” Vi steals a glance at her cunt again. “Do you actually taste like cupcakes? It’s not just my alpha brain making me think that?”
“Fuck you,” Caitlyn hisses, smacking Vi’s hand on her thigh but not pushing it away. She also lets Vi pull her in, even if the alpha laughing again has her scowling.
Vi waggles her brows, hand sliding over to gently cup her ass. “You got your hand on my dick so you’re on your way. Wanna change it up, have a seat?” the alpha asks with a smirk. “Lucky for you, cupcake, I’m a two-seater. Just take your pick.”
Caitlyn rolls her eyes, but she knows there’s no hiding how charming she finds Vi, occasional crudeness and all. “We’re still talking,” she tells the alpha, and Vi smiles sweetly, the kind of smile that always made her soon.
“You’re really hung up on this, aren’t you? Ok. Come here,” Vi says, holding her hips and guiding her over. Not forcing. Never forcing. Vi has always been gentle with her and never makes her do anything she doesn’t want to. Caitlyn allows the alpha to guide her, reluctantly letting go of the still-hard cock in her hand. She’s made to straddle Vi’s abs, her third favorite seat, where she’s grinded out her fair share of orgasms while the alpha’s skillful fingers worked her clit.
“Comfy?” Vi asks, and it’s without a doubt because the alpha can smell how aroused she’s becoming, and soon the alpha will feel how wet she’s getting. “So, you were saying?”
“Mmm.” Caitlyn gets settled, moaning in her throat when her bare, wet cunt presses against Vi’s hard abs. She grips Vi’s arms, trusting the alpha to keep her steady and hold her height. “I was saying,” she starts to say, but ends up gasping when she feels Vi growling under her, the vibration feeling just right against her clit. Her cunt squeezes at nothing, and she’s tempted to slide down a little lower where she knows there’s a perfect cock just for her, hard and ready to slip right inside. “Bloody hell, is there any part of you that doesn’t feel good?” she says, letting out the purr she’s been holding back.
“Could say the same for you, cupcake,” Vi tells her, the alpha caressing what skin is within reach while keeping a hold of her hips. “What’s got you thinking about sucking me off?” Vi asks, and Caitlyn can’t help but think how sweet, despite the brash choice of words. This is important to her and Vi knows it. Why would she ever seek out other alphas when she’s already found the best of them?
Caitlyn waits until she can trust herself enough not to start grinding on Vi’s abs. However, there’s nothing she can do about soaking the alpha wet with her slick. Vi takes no issue with it. Vi likes it, in fact, and that’s no secret. “About that,” she says of the topic at hand, “who’s to say it’s not in my nature to want to taste you?”
Vi regards her quizzically. It’s cute how the alpha also tilts her head in question. “Is it?” Vi asks, and she imagines that the alpha would be looking down at her cock right now if she isn’t blocking the view. Again, though, not that Vi minds, and it’s proven when the alpha takes a long moment to look over her body appreciatively. “Have you always wanted to put my dick in your mouth?” is Vi’s second question, and the alpha is now staring at her cunt. “Cause when you became my girlfriend, all I could think about was lifting that enforcer skirt of yours and eating you dry in the middle of the street. Sometimes I don’t know what I’d like to do more - eat you out or fuck you. I’m not kidding, cupcake.”
Caitlyn laughs softly, charmed, and affectionately touches Vi’s chest. “I believe you, handsome, and you know I love your mouth,” she says, and likes the confident grin Vi flashes at her. “You make me feel so good, Vi. So, so good. Wouldn’t it be nice if I could make you feel good the same way? Do my fangs really scare you? I don’t feel that way about yours. I love when you nip my clit with them. I know you’d never hurt me. I know all you want is to have me cumming all over your face.”
Vi groans, clearly imagining it and wanting to do it. The alpha’s upper lip curls up while her, giving her a nice view of the very fangs she’s been gushing about. “Maybe it could be nice…” Vi says, tentative and distracted.
“It could be,” Caitlyn purrs out the words, her fingers dancing on Vi’s chest. She leans down to whisper in the alpha’s ear, “I’ll be gentle. Use only my lips and my tongue if that’s what you want.” She shifts to look Vi in the eye now, framing the alpha’s face in her hands. What she has to say next is more important than anything. “And only if you want to do this at all,” she tells Vi. “Don’t say yes just for my sake.”
Vi breaks eye contact, a rare show of shyness, or is that worry Caitlyn is seeing? Then she realizes - the alpha is nervous. Vi hasn’t been like this since before they became a couple. “Caitlyn,” Vi starts, and already that’s another sign of the alpha’s nerves, “are you getting bored with me?”
Caitlyn is completely unprepared for what Vi has just said. She’s been dreading an outright no, of Vi refusing to even try. But not this. “What makes you say that, Vi?” she asks while still holding the alpha’s face. She’s relieved when Vi meets her eyes, even when there’s still some hesitance.
“I just thought maybe it’s why you want to try something new,” Vi says, and looks away again, like an alpha who feels like she’s failed to do what’s expected of her. Like an alpha who feels she’s no good for the omega who’s chosen her. Vi’s eyes are big and scared and Caitlyn feels her heart break a little.
“Oh. Vi. No. Nonono, baby,” she murmurs, proceeding to pepper the alpha’s face with kisses. “That’s not it. That’s not it at all,” she tells Vi, laying her body flat against the alpha’s, not wanting even an inch to separate their skin right now. “You’re wonderful,” she says, kissing Vi’s brow scar. “You’re perfect,” she declares, kissing Vi’s lip scar. “Perfect,” she says, giving Vi a real, proper kiss, not stopping until Vi finally kisses her back.
Vi breaks the kiss, flushed and smiling like a goof. “Ok. I’m convinced,” the alpha says in that playful, confident tone Caitlyn adores. “So you’re really just… curious about it?”
“Mhmm,” Caitlyn hums, twirling a lock of Vi’s hair in her finger. “If it’s one more way to make you feel good, I’d love to try it. My alpha deserves nothing less,” she says, stroking Vi’s cheek. “But I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do, baby. You told me your instincts are telling you it’s not natural and I’m not disputing that. This is for you and there’s no point if you’re uncomfortable with it.”
“Lemme think,” Vi says, and they start to cuddle. Vi’s arms come around Caitlyn’s shoulders, making her purr at the sense of safety it gives her. As an omega, Vi’s obvious strength and powerful body assure her that this is an alpha capable of protecting her and their future pups. It makes her purr and Vi stays quiet a little longer, enjoying the peace between them. “Vander never talked to me about it,” goes on to say, “and he talked my damn ear off about omegas and consent - explicit consent!” Vi imitates Vander’s booming voice, making Caitlyn laugh. “Then he talked my damn ear off about every bad thing I shouldn’t do, and none of it was about letting my girlfriend go down on me if she wants to.”
Caitlyn feels a shot of excitement down her spine. She lifts herself just enough to be hovering over Vi. “Is that a yes?” she asks hopefully.
“Yeah, cupcake, let’s try it,” Vi says, giving her a winning smile. “But on one condition.”
“What?”
“Can we fuck first?” Vi asks, saying it through a rumble, her voice deep.
Caitlyn shivers at the tone. It’s raw and alpha, just like Vi. “Yes,” she gasps enthusiastically. “Hell yes.” She drags her hips down, moaning in pleasure at the feel of her cunt sliding against the alpha’s abs. She straddles Vi properly, the alpha’s cock cradled against her cunt. Vi has gone soft, no doubt from her little scare earlier, but it’s a problem that’s already starting to fix itself.
“Fuck, cupcake, you’re so wet,” Vi groans, both of them watching the alpha get hard again, cock nestled against her cunt. “Fuck,” Vi says again, growling now, an aroused, needy alpha. “That’s hot.”
“Mmm.” Caitlyn can’t help but agree, delighting at the feel of Vi’s stiffening cock sliding against her wet cunt. She shifts her hips a little, dragging her clit along the throbbing shaft of Vi’s cock. “That’s it. That’s a good alpha,” she coos at Vi, giving the alpha the praise she deserves for getting hard and ready on demand. “Good alpha. Good alpha. All set for me to ride,” she purrs, and the effect of it with her gushing approval has Vi trembling and panting, cock twitching in need of specific attention.
“Cait, please,” Vi whines, gripping her hips but not forcing her or demanding anything. A perfect gentleman. A perfect alpha. “I’ll be good. Anything you need,” Vi begs, and it’s beautiful. Anything.”
“I know,” Caitlyn hums, pleased. Vi likes this - no, Vi loves this as much as she does. Vi loves omegas strong, in control. Vi loves her. It’s never as clear to Caitlyn as it is in moments like this, when Vi looks at her with a promise of how she’ll be treated like a goddess, as she deserves.
She lifts her hips, stopping when she feels the tip of Vi’s cock catch. Vi is watching her intently, gasping the words, “You’re so fucking beautiful,” when she finally sinks. Vi slides inside her with ease, cock thoroughly soaked from her wet cunt.
Caitlyn closes her eyes and growls quietly in appreciation. Vi’s cock is a perfect fit inside her, a pleasant, familiar stretch, like it’s made just for her and only her. Like Vi is for her and only her.
The feeling is mutual, if Vi’s own growl is anything to go by. The alpha is staring where they’re joined, not an inch of her cock in sight, the whole long, thick length of it snug inside Caitlyn. Vi’s thumbs rub circles from her hips and then downwards, stopping under her belly button. “I’m the luckiest alpha in the world. That you’d even look at me twice, that you’d let me see you, touch you like this,” Vi rumbled, voice deep and raw and alpha in a way that Caitlyn only hears from Vi when they’re like this. “That I’m the only one who can be inside you,” Vi goes on, the words being growled out more than said.
“The only one who’s ever been,” Caitlyn says, punctuating the reminder with a squeeze of her cunt. Vi growls deeper, almost snarling, and Caitlyn is delighted to see the alpha’s fangs on display. Vi normally makes an effort to keep attention away from them, being already intimidating enough through presence and muscles. Caitlyn loves to see Vi like this, wild and exposed under her. “The only alpha who’ll ever be inside me,” she tells Vi, and she can’t stay still anymore, can’t stop her hips any more than she can stop her heart from spilling all over Vi. “I want no else. No other alpha. No one but you, Vi. Only you. My alpha, my Vi. Mine. Mine.” The more she speaks, the faster she rides Vi, more urgent. She anchors herself on Vi’s broad shoulders, her hips dropping quick and harsh against Vi’s, and not once does she let the alpha’s cock slip out of her completely. Vi belongs here, inside her, under her.
“Yours,” Vi says like she can read her mind, and maybe she can because Vi always knows what to say, what to do. Vi knows exactly what she needs. “Your mate, if you’ll have me,” the alpha starts, and Caitlyn silences Vi’s uncertainties with a bite on the neck, right where a mating mark would go. She doesn’t bite hard enough to break the skin, but it’s more than enough. Vi is a heaving, shuddering mess of an alpha under her, growling deep desires into her ear. “Your mate,” Vi says again, with none of the timidness from earlier. It’s confident. It’s possessive. “Sire of your pups,” the alpha says, holding her still when their hips meet.
Caitlyn doesn’t fight it, purring when she feels the alpha’s knot start to expand. Vi knows she loves that, feeling her alpha’s knot form fully inside her. She jogs her hips, grinding her clit on Vi’s open, waiting palm. It’s quickly replaced by Vi’s skillful fingers, the alpha matching the rhythm of her rocking hips.
Vi growls and surges up to latch onto her neck, and then, to fight the temptation to mate, the alpha rasps into her ear, “I’ll give you all the pups you want, Cait. A whole litter, just for you,” the alpha growls, warm mouth and wet tongue now on her breasts, all over them. “Beautiful pups who’ll be just like their beautiful mother.”
That does it. Caitlyn comes with a cry, cunt squeezing hard at the full, heavy knot inside her, demanding that Vi come with her. The alpha, ever the gentleman, obliges, moaning into her neck while fucking desperately into her cunt, as much as the knot allows. Vi’s cock gives a harsh throb, and soon, the alpha is coming with her, flooding her cunt and not a drop of it going to waste. She rides Vi as best she could, panting, “Yes, that’s it. That’s it,” into Vi’s ear with every throb of the alpha’s cock inside her. “Good alpha, give me all of it. All of it,” she coos, and, to her delight, that makes Vi come even harder.
“Damn, Cait,” Vi whines, and it’s one of the most adorable sounds Caitlyn’s ever heard. She holds Vi, one hand in the alpha’s hair and the other trying to find purchase on the alpha’s sweat slicked back. Vi is overstimulated, but Caitlyn’s cunt is still milking her cock, and the alpha is never one to disappoint, filling her while she rides into a second orgasm. Vi is just too cute, trembling and shaking under her.
Caitlyn bites down on Vi’s shoulder, breathing harshly against the alpha’s skin. She’s finally coming down from the high. Her nails have dragged down the alpha’s strong back, and she feels an absolute omega delight that she’s marked her beautiful alpha. She sighs and slumps against Vi, purring at how easily the alpha holds her weight. She gives Vi’s shoulder, bleeding from her bite, an appreciative kiss. “Mmm,” she hums, and takes her time cleaning the alpha’s fresh wound. “So strong,” she purrs out the words, and her cunt echoes her sentiments by squeezing around the hard cock still trapped inside her. “Have I ever mentioned how much I love your muscles?”
Vi laughs, shaky and breathy. “All the time,” the alpha says, shifting so they can kiss. They do, softly and lovingly. Caitlyn sighs in contentment and they get settled. It’ll be a while before Vi’s knot will let them separate.
Vi can’t keep the whine from escaping her throat when she feels Caitlyn start to dismount her. Her knot has finally gone down, and she knows that, while she’s Caitlyn’s favorite seat, they do have to separate sometime, but that doesn’t mean she won’t complain. Being inside Caitlyn is Vi’s favorite place to be. She’s addicted to the feel of the omega’s tight cunt hugging her cock and her knot, almost as much as she’s addicted to how Caitlyn tastes. There’s nothing quite like either of those. There’s nothing, no one quite like Caitlyn.
Caitlyn coos at her pouting and plays with her hair. “You’ll survive, handsome,” the omega says, teasing her, and Vi can’t even pretend to be offended. Caitlyn looks breathtaking, face flushed from her last orgasm, the look of an omega completely, thoroughly satisfied. It makes Vi puff her chest out in sheer alpha pride. There may be few things she’s good for, and if being able to make Caitlyn look like this is one of them, then she’s just fine with that.
Vi helps Caitlyn with the rest of the dismount, catching one of the omega’s breasts in her mouth when it’s within reach. Caitlyn laughs, an arm settling around her neck to help balance and lets her enjoy herself. Vi feels the omega’s beautiful breasts haven’t gotten the attention they deserved, and she’s more than willing to make up for it now. There’s nothing quite like having Caitlyn ride her through orgasm to another while she’s sucking on the omega’s nipples. Caitlyn sighs, encouraging her, and she switches to the omega’s other breast, growling when she feels the omega purr in approval.
“You’re going to get yourself hard again,” Caitlyn says, amused. Vi stops to look down between them, at the absolute mess they’ve both made. It’s flowing freely from Caitlyn’s beautiful cunt and down the omega’s thighs.
“Can’t help it,” Vi says with a grunt, almost alarmed at how quickly her cock is standing back up at attention. She feels torn. It’s hot, and she wants to clean Caitlyn’s cunt with her mouth. The omega always - always - tastes good, but she also feels a desperate alpha urge to plunge her cock back inside her omega and fill her right back up. Maybe this time with Caitlyn on her back, or on her hands and knees. Whatever Caitlyn wants, as long as the omega lets her back inside.
Caitlyn touches her cock with one hand and her chest with the other, a silent command to stay, and Vi obeys without protest. The omega handles her cock as well as she handles a rifle. Vi is happy to lie back and enjoy Caitlyn’s hand if that’s what the omega wants to do. It seems it is because Caitlyn starts to slowly jerk her cock. “Vi,” the omega says, hand stopping at the base of her cock, right where her knot would form. “Do you remember what we talked about?”
“Uh.” It takes Vi a bit. She gets stuck remembering how good it felt to be knot deep inside Caitlyn, to be trapped in the warm tightness of the omega’s cunt. That’s always distracting. Caitlyn gives her cock a little tug to get her attention. It does the opposite of helping her remember, but she does. “You still want to go down on me?” she asks Caitlyn, and the omega bites her lower lip before licking it. That’s also distracting.
“I do,” Caitlyn says, “but only if you want me to.”
Vi thinks about it. Caitlyn has made it clear - over and over has made it clear, that it’s up to her. It’s just something that’s never crossed Vi’s mind before. Ever. She’s always thought it’s an alpha thing. She doesn’t know any alpha who thinks about having an omega’s mouth anywhere near their dicks. That’s where their fangs are! a tiny voice in her head cries. You can’t make babies that way! it keeps crying, and Vi’s alpha instincts agree. Alphas are made to breed, to sire pups, and the longer her relationship with Caitlyn goes, the more serious it becomes, the more Vi can’t deny those instincts. Recently, she’s been considering acting on them, and seems like Caitlyn is too, since the omega’s been getting off to talking about pups and breeding. She really should talk to Caitlyn about it, but maybe not when the omega is about to suck her off for the first time.
Caitlyn likes to bite, the tiny voice reminds Vi. Caitlyn does like to bite. Vi often looks like she’s been attacked by a wildcat after she and Caitlyn fuck. She never minds it. Hell, she loves it. It’s hot. She loves that Caitlyn marks what’s hers and that Vi happens to be one of those things. Vi is happy to show them off, wears them like the trophies they are, and she likes it when Caitlyn bites her. She loves it.
But what if Caitlyn bites her dick? the stupid, tiny voice whines. No, Vi inwardly growls at the stupid voice. Caitlyn wouldn’t do that. Caitlyn wouldn’t hurt her. Caitlyn trusts her to be careful with her fangs, so why shouldn’t she trust Caitlyn back?
But would Caitlyn even like having her cock in her mouth? Would Caitlyn like how she tastes? What if she does? Caitlyn deserves a chance to find out. Vi loves eating the omega out. What if Caitlyn loves sucking her off just as much? And she likes Caitlyn’s hand on her cock. What if the omega’s mouth felt better? Besides, Vander never told her not to do it, so it can’t be bad.
“Yeah, cupcake, I want you to,” she tells Caitlyn, and she knows she’s made the right decision when the omega’s face lights up and how enthusiastically she kisses her.
“You can tell me to stop the moment you feel uncomfortable,” Caitlyn says, and eagerly slides down until she’s face to face - face to cock? It’s weird to see, but not weird enough that she wants to tell Caitlyn to stop before she could even start.
Then she feels Caitlyn’s breath on her cock and oh, that’s new. And not entirely unpleasant. Her cock, still in Caitlyn’s hand, twitches, and it catches the omega’s eye. Caitlyn silently asks for permission to keep going and Vi gives it with a soft grunt. Her cock is slick with their cum. She wonders how that would taste to Caitlyn. Whenever she eats the omega out after they fuck, all Vi tastes is the sweetness of Caitlyn’s cunt. Would it be the same for Caitlyn?
The omega looks like she’s thinking the same thing. Caitlyn is staring at her cock like it’s something new. It’s making Vi nervous and stopping her from making a joke about how her dick’s just been inside Caitlyn. She’s about to tell Caitlyn she doesn’t have to go through with it when the omega tongue swipes just under the tip of her cock, and oh. Vi’s always known how soft Caitlyn’s tongue is, but knowing that and feeling it on her cock are two entirely different things.
“Good?” Caitlyn asks, but Vi isn’t sure if the omega is asking her or herself. Caitlyn licks her lips and goes in for another taste, this time taking the tip of her cock in her mouth. It’s warm, not the searing, hungry kind of hot like Caitlyn’s cunt is, but it’s… pleasant.
“Yeah…” she answers Caitlyn’s question. She stares at the omega, at her soft lips resting around the tip of her cock. Caitlyn doesn’t look in pain or uncomfortable. She looks curious. She’s concentrating the same way she does when she’s trying to figure out a case, and Vi finds that so hot. It, more than anything, is what makes Vi want to buck her hips and follow Caitlyn’s mouth when the omega pulls away. She doesn’t do it, of course. She won’t, not without Caitlyn saying it’s okay. “How you doing, cupcake?” she asks the omega. “Like it? Hate it? Want to keep going? Want to stop?”
Caitlyn hums in thought, the same way she does when she’s considering possible leads. “I like that it makes you feel good,” the omega says. “It does, doesn’t it?” Caitlyn frowns, unsure. The omega can tell by pheromones that Vi likes it, but they’ve both agreed that it’s always better to be sure than it is to assume, even if their instincts turn out to be right.
“It feels good,” Vi says, and she can almost feel the relief rolling off of Caitlyn. “Different, but a good different,” she goes on, wanting to further reassure the omega. “I’m okay to keep going if you are.” It’s not lost on her that Caitlyn hasn’t mentioned how she tastes. Maybe it’s different for omegas, something they have to get used to? Vi isn’t sure. She remembers when she first went down on Caitlyn and how the omega had to stop her so they could actually have sex. Whenever her head is between Caitlyn’s thighs and her mouth is on the omega’s cunt, Vi feels like she could stay there forever.
Caitlyn takes another lick of her cock, and it feels nice. It feels even nicer when the omega wraps a hand around the base of her cock. Caitlyn looks her right in the eye, and Vi stares, not blinking, as the omega slowly takes the tip of her cock back in her mouth, a little deeper than last time. Vi feels Caitlyn’s fangs graze her cock, and oh, that’s kinda scary. And kinda… nice? Maybe even hot?
Then Caitlyn growls against her cock and holy shit. Her cock agrees, giving a harsh throb and freely leaking pre-cum on Caitlyn’s waiting tongue. That spurs Caitlyn on, the omega sucking the tip of her cock clean and then moving down to the rest of it. Caitlyn’s hand grips harder at the base of her cock, in the same tight, demanding rhythm her cunt would, and it gets Vi’s knot going. She’s gotten off to Caitlyn palming her knot before. It’s not as good as being inside the omega, but still good. Still very, very good. And now, with Caitlyn’s mouth? Holy. Shit.
Vi doesn’t realize that Caitlyn has grabbed her hand until her fingers are tangled in the omega’s hair. She opens her eyes and looks down to see Caitlyn, the omega’s lips wrapped around the tip of her cock. There’s a predatory look in Caitlyn’s eyes and it’s making Vi’s cock throb in need. She tugs at the fistful of hair in her hand and Caitlyn purrs in approval and takes her cock deeper.
“Fuck!” Vi gasps out. She’s squirming, panting desperately. Caitlyn’s mouth is halfway down her cock and the omega’s purring is doing things to her. It’s making her want to hump against Caitlyn’s mouth, to know how it’ll feel to have Caitlyn growling or purring around her cock while she’s all the way down the omega’s throat.
It takes all of Vi’s self-control and willpower, but she manages to keep her hips still. She’s a good alpha. She won’t just force her cock down Caitlyn’s throat without warning. Just half her cock seems to be all the omega can take, and Vi won’t push for more.
Caitlyn huffs around her cock, and, to Vi’s surprise, slips a hand under her ass and drags her up. She squeaks, an embarrassing, un-alpha-like sound, when her cock slides inside about an inch more inside the omega’s mouth. “Cupcake,” she whines, almost ripping up the sheets with her other hand. The one in Caitlyn’s hair just pulls gently. “Don’t want to… hurt you…” she breathes out, and she keeps gently pulling Caitlyn’s hair until the omega releases her cock.
Briefly, she’s worried that Caitlyn may be mad at her, but the omega instead smiles and says, “I know,” with a look in her eyes that also clearly say and that’s why I love you. Caitlyn rubs her cheek on her hand, letting out a purr of contentment. “We’ll just do this,” the omega says, squeezing her knot before kissing her way down to it, and it’s an honest to god miracle that Vi doesn’t empty her knot right then and there.
“Ohhh, shiiittt,” Vi groans out, and she feels like she’s melting into the bed when Caitlyn’s mouth is back on her cock. The omega’s hand is pumping the length of her cock that isn’t in her mouth, while her other hand keeps squeezing her knot.
They get into a rhythm, and Vi’s hips are bucking now, chasing either Caitlyn’s hand or mouth. Caitlyn is switching between sucking her cock and kissing it, saying, “That’s my good alpha. So hard. So big.” That bit she says while sneaking another kiss on her knot. “Won’t you cum for me?” the omega purrs out. “Cum right in my mouth?” she asks, and then takes what she can of her cock in her mouth and growls deeply.
Vi nods frantically, desperate to please her omega. She’ll do anything for Caitlyn. Anything. As long as Caitlyn keeps talking to her like this, keeps touching her like this. She’s probably saying all of this out loud and she doesn’t care. Her eyes are shut and she’s imagining that Caitlyn’s hand is her hot, tight cunt instead, demanding all her cum, every drop of it, to make pups with.
She feels Caitlyn’s fangs on her cock and she cums with a yelp. Caitlyn eagerly sucks on her cock, hands milking her knot. The omega moans against her cock, having that same dreamy expression she has after a really good fuck. It’s usually when she rides Vi that she gets that look. Caitlyn bites when she gets like that.
This time is no exception.
Vi’s bloodcurdling scream makes the neighbors call the enforcers to their place.
Outside the emergency room, Silco is pacing angrily. He’s worried, as any parent would be, about his alpha daughter getting injured in a place most unpleasant, in the hands of her own girlfriend, no less. Well, not hands, but he doesn’t want to think about that.
Vi is fine, he’s been told. Vi will be fine and will function normally once she heals. Still, Silco worries. Still, Silco is furious, particularly at his alpha mate, who is somehow managing to look small and unthreatening while he cowers on the bench that’s too small for his massive frame.
Silco marches over to his mate. Vander shrinks even more when he approaches. Good. He should. “You told me you talked to her,” he hisses at Vander. “I told you to give her a thorough talk about sex! This would have been avoided if you did!”
Vander’s voice comes out as a pathetic squeak when he tries to explain himself. “I didn’t think I had to tell her this, Sil!” he whines like a scolded pup, and normally, Silco finds that adorable, but now is not the time. “It’s not normal alpha behavior,” he says, and he does have a point. It’s not normal alpha behavior, nor is it normal omega behavior.
“It’s that damned topsider paramour of hers!” Silco screeches, and it also serves as a warning to bystanders to give him a wide berth. “I told you nothing good will ever come from this! I knew that Kiramman girl is some kind of sexual deviant. I knew it! You see the company she keeps? That Talis boy is a strange alpha and a bad influence. Those topsiders are so rich and so bored they’ve become depraved.”
“Cmon, Sil, Caitlyn’s not bad,” Vander gently protests, risking Silco’s ire, but the alpha always finds the topsider omega worth defending for some reason. “Caitlyn loves Vi, and Vi loves her. You know that. And you know she’ll never intentionally hurt Vi. I’m sure this was just an accident,” he tells Silco, wincing when his mate glares at him, all fury right back at him now. “An accident that’s my fault. I should have talked to Vi about everything. I’m sorry.”
Silco turns his nose up at the apology. “You certainly will be if this ends up costing us our first set of grandchildren,” he says with a hmph. It’s not true, but Vander doesn’t know that. Silco will tell him, after he’s suffered enough. Maybe once Vi heals.
He sighs thinking about it. This incident is going to leave an… interesting scar on their daughter. It’s a good thing, he supposes, that their daughter’s future mate finds scars very attractive.