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It was dark down there.
A single light bulb dangling in the air of a dimly lit basement, its lights flickering like a cliché horror movie from the 60s.
In the middle of the basement, lay a naked omega on a breeding bench. A light sheen of sweat dampened her skin, her breathing harsh, occasional moans left her lips as her body trembled with need. She was bent over her waist in a kneeling position, a metal collar around her neck, leather cuffs around her wrists, latex straps across her back. More leather straps wrapped around her knees, forcing them wide open. The bonds were holding her in place, waiting to be bred, to be claimed, to be fucked.
The omega bit her lower lip as fresh waves of hot stabbing pain hit her abdomen again.
She was in heat. Helplessly so.
Metal door swung open behind her with a loud crack. She cringed and whimpered at the sudden light, a long silhouette entered her vision. Her face burned at how lewd she must have appeared to the person behind her, with her dripping wetness full on display and no way to hide.
“Well, well, well... What do we have here?”
Resounding footsteps approached the hogtied omega, circling her. An alpha. Her alpha came. Toriko took in the thick arousal in the air and smiled, “Someone is excited.”
Sorawo grunted but didn’t answer her.
Unamused by the lack of response, Toriko ran her fingers along the flank of her omega, brushing the small of her back, drawing lazy patterns on the cute butt cheeks, the skin pebbling with goosebumps. The basement, while cool almost to the point of chilly, had done nothing to soothe the overflowing heat of the ready-to-mate omega. Toriko licked her lips in anticipation.
Her omega.
Her mate.
Hers.
Her alpha instincts howled to claim this ripe piece of omega meat. Soon, very soon.
“It must hurt so bad to be in heat, ” Toriko’s palm stroked against the heated flesh, feeling her up, “Especially such an intense one. You forgot your suppressants again, didn’t you? Tsk, naughty girl. " She slapped her ass, hard.
“Haa…! I-It’s none of your bu-business.” Sorawo gasped at the hit, barely bit back a moan. “Just gimme some and I’m good to go.”
“Who needs a useless suppressant when you could have a prime rutting alpha to fulfill your needs, hmm?” Toriko slapped her ass again, this time Sorawo could do nothing to suppress the moan. “You want me, I can smell it.”
“Get me off this bench…! Argghhh!!!” Sorawo’s defiance was cut off by a cold palm cupping her sex, rubbing, scratching, and spreading her wetness all over her folds, pinching her throbbing clit in between. She whined in embarrassment as she felt a new gush of juice soaking Toriko's palm
“See? I haven't even started touching you, yet you are already dripping all over for me. ”
“N-NO! I’m in heat! Of course I’m wet!”
“Are you saying you’ll get wet for any alpha? What a naughty slut.”
“I-I’m not a slu-”
“Yes, you are, don’t try to deny it, Sorawo. But from now on you’ll be my slut, you only spread your legs for me,” Toriko bit her lips and groaned, one hand stroking the tenting hardness in her pants, the other caressing the smooth skin of Sorawo’s inner thighs, tracing the outskirt of her sacred garden. “After I claim you as mine.”
Sorawo opened her mouth to say something when a single, cold finger slipped into her scorching heat depths, and the only thing that came out was a moan.
The cold hand- Toriko's left hand, the one used to open gates to the otherside, now opening the secret gate between her legs.
“You are purring like a dynamo, Sorawo. You love it. You love what I’m doing to you, and what I’m about to do…” The cold thumb flicked her clit, Sorawo yelped and spasmed at the wonderful sensation. Her hips bucked into her alpha touch, shamelessly begging for more.
“Plea- please…” She swallowed a moan before recollecting her overloaded mind again. “Please…”
“My dear, what do you need? Who are you pleading to?”
“Alpha…! I need you, please, alpha…!”
“And where do you need me, Sorawo? Stop humping my fingers and answer me.” The alpha’s fingers left her aching clit, leaving the hungry omega thrust into empty air. A desperate sob left her lips as she realized her alpha was no longer touching her, there was nothing for her to hump, to release her pent-up need.
“Answer me, Omega.”
Despite knowing Toriko was only a foot away from her, her primal side still cried out in alarm as her alpha shifted away from her.
No, stay. Touch me. Take me.
Another wave of crippling pain shot through her lower belly, Sorawo grimaced.
It hurts, I need my Alpha, need Alpha...Alpha…
She couldn't feel her Alpha, couldn't reach her Alpha. Her Alpha was a foot behind her. Watching, waiting, demanding her submission. The emptiness in her core ached to be filled but she was tied down to a degrading breeding bench, under her alpha's mercy, her control.
Toriko's in control. Sorawo realized. Toriko controls her. Her every breath, every heartbeat, every moan, every orgasm, every drop of nectar that dripped into the puddle pooling beneath her hips- were all for Toriko, her alpha.
Her life is not complete without her alpha.
It was terrifying how much she loves this woman. How she couldn’t imagine life without this insanely beautiful son of a bit-
"Please, Alpha, I need you inside....!" Sorawo choked a sob, finally submitting to her primal need. “I need your knot, please… It hurts without you,” sweat gleaming on every inch of her aroused and overheated body, she pushed her hips up as much as she could. "Please, Toriko..."
Toriko purred at the sight. "So beautiful, begging for my knot." Trousers dropped down beside Sorawo’s puddle of love juice, Toriko lined up to satisfy her omega as the first act of mercy. Clever fingers found their way into Sorawo's juice-slickened folds, spreading them open for her leaking shaft. She then slapped her meat on Sorawo’s buttocks, resulting in an embarrassingly loud crack, jolting a surprised yelp from her Omega.
So tight, so ripe, so perfect. Smells so amazing too.
Toriko leaned down, stuck out her tongue and sampled her omega’s juice, savoring the mellow of Sorawo’s neediness.
“You taste like cherry pie.”
A cherry for me to pop.
Blushing, Sorawo let out a squeak. She didn’t expect Toriko to lick her. And certainly wasn’t expecting a comment about her taste. She squirmed in her bonds as an unbearable wave of euphoria washed over her senses. The scorching feeling in her stomach intensified tenfold. If a simple lick already feel so good, she doubted she would survive being fucked .
Toriko was going to fuck her. Sorawo gasped. Realization began to dawn on her. It was one thing to beg for her Alpha's knot with her heat-muddled mind, but another to actually take it into her virgin depths. The thought made her breathe increasingly ragged.
“I’ve- I’ve never…! ” Sorawo had never taken anything other than Toriko’s fingers. Toriko is so big, she had seen and felt the enormous piece of meat when they took baths together. And the harsh, heavy slap she just received still stung. Sorawo could already see the shaft split her open in only one go. She whimpered in half fear and half excitement.
“I know,” Toriko sauntered over Sorawo’s front, grabbing a fistful of her hair and jerking her head up, rubbing the side of her Omega’s face with her rod of steel. “I know I’m your first.” Sorawo turned dark crimson and nuzzled the pulsing hot shaft on her left cheek. It’s bigger than I remembered…
“Lube it up babe, or I’m going in dry-” Toriko stopped in mid-sentence, realizing the omega’s natural lubricant had already got the job done. “Actually, I’ll use your mouth later, when I’m done with your other mouth.”
The omega whined as the hot throbbing meat left her once again. She was so close to getting it. Why did Toriko tease her so cruelly without giving any sort of satisfaction? Couldn’t she at least gag her so there’s one less hole to stuff-
“Ah! Alpha! Alphaaa…Hnng!”
“My, look at those hungry lips…Oh! They are sucking me in, such a good girl, Sorawo, you are a very good girl for your Alpha.”
Sorawo wailed. The omega’s mind was too muddled with pleasure that she couldn’t form a coherent reply. Every inch of her skin tingled as Toriko hammered into her virginal depths, stretching her, molding her insides into the shape of her alpha. The sudden insertion caught Sorawo by surprise and left her breathless as she felt how wonderful it was, to have Toriko's length pulse within her thin walls.
Toriko couldn’t get enough of her. She rocked and rocked her hips steadily, feeding more and more of her meat to the hungry mouth that was drooling for it until their pelvis touched. All the while listening to Sorawo’s choked screams of satisfaction.
“All in.”
It was so different from the fingers. So deep. Sorawo threw her head back. The moan that escaped her lips only made her wish she were wearing a gag to muffle her depraved cries.
Only a moment later did Toriko start thrusting. She dug her fingers deep into the soft flesh of Sorawo's waist and pulled her hips back before plunging in fast, powerful repetitions. Delightful grunts of pleasure rolled off her lips as she reveled in the tightness of her mate.
Sorawo clutched her leather cuffs attached to the bench, attempting to cling to reality. Deep guttural moans escaped her unhindered. Her eyes glazed over as she moaned her mate’s name like a prayer. “Ah..! Toriko, Toriko…!”
"Take it, take what you deserve and take it like a good girl…!"
Toriko continued to pound into her. Sweat started to form on her forehead, her eyes were wild with passion for the first time being inside her mate. The first of many. The base of her shaft tightened up at the sheer thought and she let out a dominant growl.
“Argh…! Sorawo!”
"Ah...!"
There it is, Toriko's knot, my alpha's knot, mine, mine, minemineminemine-
Sorawo could feel the beginning of Toriko's knot forming at her entrance, stretching it to its limits. It's big, too big. Enormous.
"Shh…Relax…!"
I'll split, she'll split me open. And I'll love every second of it.
“Almost there…!”
Tears gleamed in her eyes, Sorawo howled as Toriko's knot breached her virgin tight opening. The first full thrust enticed a sharp jolt of ecstatic, sinful pleasure through her heated body. Her orgasm ripped through her entire being as she twitched and spasmed under Toriko’s relentless poundings. Her inner walls clenched tight around Toriko’s meat with each powerful thrust, milking it, squeezing it until load after load of hot spunk splattered her walls white. There was a tremendous volume, but the newly formed knot prevented their juice from leaking.
“Hnngg!! I love you, Sorawo…!” Toriko snarled, breathless yet barely paused. Catching her breath, she humped her hips, keeping in mind to push in as deep as possible while still knotted inside. The Sorawo was a wheezing mess by the time Toriko found a rhythm within her.
"I'm gonna fill you up with my pups…." Toriko growled, hammering faster and faster into her rightful place. "Hnnn…!! Fill you up so full you can’t walk for days...!"
Sorawo registered none of it. She was too busy screaming her joy to the world. Tears and saliva ran down her face as she was fucked so roughly that her whole form slammed on the bench each time she was impaled. "Ah! Ngh…! Tori…!"
Somewhere along their debauchery, Toriko stripped herself bare. Sorawo could feel Toriko’s soft breasts and hardened nipples pressing her back. Her warm breath against her nape, sharp teeth grazed her scent glands. Sorawo shuddered, her breathing labored. She's going to be marked .
Toriko’s firm, possessive, translucent left hand ran up and down her abdomen, feeling the slight bulge every time she breached her over and over again before grabbing a full breast for leverage and plunging all the way in.
“NnnggAAHH!!”
Sorawo arched her back and howled at how good it felt.
“Cum for me, Sorawo.” She commanded. “Cum for your alpha now.”
"Toriko…!"
Toriko came, the first jet joined the pool of depraved joy deep inside her mate.
Teeth sunk into Sorawo's neck at the same time, marking her as Toriko’s forever. “Mine.” She growled, continuing to pump her mate full of cum. “My omega.” Her fingers found Sorawo’s sensitive clit and gave it a wicked twist. The Omega let out a choked cry. “My mate.”
“Y-yes…! Yours…! I’m yours! ”
“Ngh! Cum!”
Sorawo exploded. Eyes rolled back, mouth opened in a silent scream, her vision went white as Toriko’s bite and initial orgasm triggered her own. She jerked as another orgasm tore her apart, spraying clear, colorless liquid that made a mess on her Alpha’s legs. Toriko kept licking and kissing the bite wound, paying no mind to the ruined jeans in the puddle of love juice.
“You are so beautiful when you cum for me, Sorawo…”
Too lost in ecstasy, Sorawo didn’t notice she was freed from the bench into Toriko’s arms until a pair of cold fingers pinched her nipple. Eyes glassy, head lolled to the side, her weak gasp was swallowed by Toriko’s hungry lips. A warm tongue swept over her lips and they parted, too dazed to kiss back properly.
Stand and Carry position. Sorawo realized as their brief kiss ended. She’d always fantasized about being carried like this. Fucking or not.
Sorawo all but slumped against her alpha, moaning and trembling as the afterglow of pleasure rocked over her body in lingering waves. Bodies heaving and soaked in sweat, their mixed juice dripped on the basement floor as the knot softened with each passing minute.
Toriko planted a kiss on her shoulder before pulling a chair and guiding Sorawo over her lap. Once again licking the still bleeding mark while getting herself comfortable in her mate's welcoming depth.
“You are mine now… forever and ever. I’ll never let you go.” Toriko husked, pressing her mate tight against her rumbling chest. Sorawo purred in response.
“... You promise?”
“Of course, till death do us apart.”
“... I don’t really… understand your idioms, or cliche phrases, or whatever that is…” Wrapping her arms and legs tightly around her alpha, Sorawo buried her face into Toriko’s shoulder, kissing where the neck meets the collar bone. Her scent glands. Smells so yummy. “But if I ever died before you do… I’d find you, haunt you and never leave you alone, so we could be together again.”
“...Oh.”
Well, that’s kinda… hardcore.
But whatever . She’s only being Sorawo , and that’s part of the messy bundle Toriko found herself fallen in love with. Awkwardness and all.
“Your way of being romantic is ingenious, I love you so much.” Toriko shuddered as Sorawo’s teeth grazed across her bare skin. It felt good to have her scent glands nipped. “Mmm… My little piranha is teething, so cute.”
Sorawo purred and nipped Toriko’s scent glands, pretty much tempted to mark her alpha as well. She smells so good…so edible, like a mixture of flowers and freshly baked goods… “Hmm… You smell like pizza…”
And Toriko laughed at her poor choice of words. She doesn't smell like pizza at all.
… She doesn’t, right?
Shaking the doubt away, Toriko focused on the joy of having her sensitive glands licked instead.
“Toriko… May I bite my pizza?”
It was simply impossible to deny her mate’s plea.
“Bite me, Sorawo.”
Her fangs sank in. Toriko threw her head back. The alpha’s hips slammed up in response as if there was a reflex arc between her dick and her glands. She pulled until only the tip remained before slamming back in again and again until the knot was complete. Once again rendering her mate a babbling mess.
“Mmmpff…! Ahhhaa, ah, ah…!”
“Ngh…! Sorawo!”
Sorawo spread her legs wider, allowing her mate better and easier access. The new angle allowed her to explore even more of the secret land she had yet to uncover. She struggled to keep her focus as tears of joy rolled down her cheeks. So good . Her alpha hammering her cervix almost made her feel like she was going insane.
"Look at me." Toriko grabbed her chin and tilted her head up, meeting the glassy eyes of the woman she had fallen in love with. They showed nothing but lust, bliss, submission, but most of all-
Devotion.
“I love you too, Sorawo.”
Flushed with sweat and panting in passion, indigo eyes locked into heterochromatic ones, drawing closer and closer with every thrust until their lips met amid their animalistic coupling.
So hot.
Sorawo’s arms curled behind her mate’s neck while Toriko’s hands were everywhere, stroking her shoulder blades, caressing her waist, kneading her asscheeks, paying extra attention to her soft globes of flesh. Maybe a bit too much attention, really, because-
Toriko slapped her ass with a loud smack.
“MMPHFF??!! T- Toriko?!”
“Oh, sorry, couldn’t resist.” The Alpha delivered more slaps to the irresistible ass, rejoicing in the pleasure of her Omega squeezing her knot so deliciously good every time she slapped her. Perhaps Sorawo was correct, that she truly has a thing for DV. And poor masochistic Sorafish was the willing receiving end of her violence, judging from the joyful cries she emitted.
“Ah! Y-you are makin’ me- AH!”
Sorawo’s cheeks were beginning to redden from the impact. She whimpered and moaned every time Toriko landed a hit, her limbs instinctively locked around Toriko's body, pressing impossibly closer until she couldn't distinguish which part of her anatomy ended and Toriko’s began. The only thing that mattered was the gratifying sensation of mating with her love.
Delightful clappings of flesh smacking against flesh filled the basement, each time drawing them closer to the peak. It didn't take long before Toriko coaxed a shuddering orgasm from her Omega's body. Her pace remained brutal. Sorawo's brows knitted together and her breaths came in short and rapid succession as she was fucked through her orgasm. She was so sensitive, so raw… her body begged to rest, yet her desire still burns.
“S-slow down…!”
“But you want more… I can’t feel it. ”
“But I…! I-aaAAHH!!”
“Ngh! Just say yes…!”
“Y-yes…more…!” Sorawo hissed, both from the pleasure of having her inner walls scraping every inch of Toriko’s hardness; the harsh occasional slaps on her cheeks; the pain of Toriko’s unrelenting hold on her hips; the overstimulated clit rubbing against her Alpha’s knot; the unknown spot that made her see stars while gyrating on her Alpha’s rod-
Oh no, another toy for Toriko.
“I felt you grinding on this spot for quite a while…!” Toriko grunted. Picking up her pace, she thrust fast and deep against the newfound pleasure button. Lewd noises spilled from Sorawo’s lips with each movement, filling the basement with the sound of her cries. Too much, Too much!
Toriko angled her every thrust against the spot, forcing choked sobs and lustful whimpers to spill out her lips.
“So good…! I’m gonna…! Cum-ah!”
“GAH... hah, hghh--!”
"Cum with me!"
“AAAHHH!!!”
They peaked in sync. The Alpha and Omega became one together, in more sense than one.
Sorawo was crying, trembling and slack against her alpha's shoulder, unsteady arms pawing weakly onto Toriko's back, seeking and demanding every inch of her alpha as they rode out the orgasm together.
She was so exhausted, out of breath, and beaded with sweat. Sorawo could barely keep her eyes open. Brushing away the tears, Toriko cupped her cheeks and pressed their foreheads together. Seeing through layers after layers of exhaustion in her dampened eyes until she finally found the raw, primal, unending lust behind.
Right. Her mate was in heat. A true Alpha is an Alpha who could satisfy their mate. So Toriko mustered up what’s left of her strength, and started to piston again.
“Sorawo! So…ah! ”
“T-Toriko…! Tori…! AAHnng…!”
“You are so tight…! I love you so much…!”
“Aaahh!! …I-lov-”
“For god’s sake! Can’t you two at least shut the door?! What is the point of making my basement soundproof when you two are fucking like rabbits with the door open?!”
The basement suddenly went deathly still.
Standing at the basement's door, Kozakura eyed the naked animals in heat with a dubious glare.
In their current position, Toriko was facing Kozakura with Sorawo straddling her over her lap, legs spread. Nothing left to the imagination.
Sorawo buried her face into Toriko’s shoulder, her only saving grace who was still throbbing inside of her. Too embarrassed to be seen and heard by Kozakura the whole fucking time. Literally.
For a second or two, there was only silence.
This is so weird.
“Oh, sorry Kozakura.”
That's it? That's all you're going to say, Toriko?
“... Oh damn yeah you are sorry. I bet Sorawo-chan’s ass is more sorry than you would ever be.”
How Sorawo wished she were deaf and never heard what Kozakura said. Her ass did feel sorry from the slaps. And it didn't help when Toriko gave her sore ass a possessive squeeze in front of Kozakura's knowing eyes. She heard a scoff from behind and curled impossibly smaller against her mate. "Shh… it's okay. Your ass is mine anyway, so this is my sorry ass."
Toriko… you fucking pervert.
“Just… close the damn door next time.” Kozakura, on the other hand, decided she hadn't heard that. “And try not to break the bench, I have to bring it back to the DS lab next week.”
“Okay, we got it. Have a nice day!”
Yeah, get out and drink your cola or something… we're seriously a bit tied up here…
“Shut up, I’m not finished yet. ” Kozakura huffed, pointing at the kitchen, “There’s a cake in the fridge in case you’re up to it… though I highly doubt you guys would want it. You two already smell like KFC. Gosh, I need a ventilator here…”
The door then slammed shut, leaving the still-locked couple in silence.
“Sorawo, we, er- I don't smell like KFC or pizza, right?”
A momentary pause followed. And Sorawo, who had relaxed enough since the door slammed shut, took in the scent of her alpha once again.
“I dunno, you smell so tasty…”
"Oh come on…"
"Nah."
"Sorawo~"
"Can I bite you again? I haven’t had breakfast this morning…"
“Sorawo! Please tell me I don’t smell like fast food!”
All Sorawo did was bite her shoulder with a nom.