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This… should not be possible.
The Aeons were supposedly greater than the mortals that worshipped them. THEY were supposed to be above humanity, their base, instinctive natures. THEY weren’t supposed to have secondary genders!
And yet, the Aeon of Destruction before you – Nanook - was most assuredly an alpha.
‘No,’ You thought with growing horror, hesitating another sniff, your instincts rising to the forefront of your mind, ‘Not just an alpha. Alpha Prime.’
A shudder of pure terror rocked you to your core. The debris from the fleet of ships you’d joined the company of floated by you, still moving from Nanook’s devastating blow. You tried not to move and remained silent so you would not receive the Aeon’s attention.
But that was difficult to do when your alpha instincts reared their ugly head at the stench emanating from THEM. If you were stupid enough to hazard a guess, you would have thought THEY were in rut. That, certainly, was even more of an impossibility than Aeons having secondary genders – yet, your inner alpha snarled and bared its fangs at THEM nonetheless.
Why were you even able to smell them in the first place?! Your suit should only be filled with the filtered, stagnant oxygen from the ship’s tanks while you are drifting through open space. Gritting your teeth, you inhaled deeply and tried not to flinch when Nanook halted THEIR movements.
THEY were too close for comfort, close enough that if you stretched, you’d be able to touch THEM. Nanook’s presence felt overwhelming, shooting pure fear and adrenalin through your body as your muscles tensed with the urge to fight.
You couldn’t risk it. So far it seemed you had escaped THEIR gaze, and you would prefer to keep it that way. If your delirium was correct, and Nanook truly was in rut, then you were in even greater danger as a ‘competitor’ alpha. THEY could crush you easily, as THEY had done to the fleet you were part of.
Granted, your likely chance of survival, left adrift in space without any manner of communication to nearby planets or space stations, was low regardless. You would either die of hypothermia or asphyxiation, but at least there was a chance you could be saved. With Nanook? That chance became obsolete.
THEY were the Aeon of destruction, after all. It was no secret that Nanook despised ‘life’ in all its forms. If you were lucky, THEY would kill you quickly. You didn’t bother thinking of what could be worse at THEIR hands, nor did you entertain the ‘what if’ scenario of Nanook letting you live.
All you had to do… is remain completely still, like the corpses of your fellow crewmembers floating beside you. You kept your eyes on Nanook as THEY remained stationary, seeming to sniff and look around. However, it was getting increasingly harder for your instincts to remain suppressed, as the scent of rut became thicker – which you still believed to be a figment of your imagination.
Gulping down another breath, you can only hope that Nanook is unable to scent you. Your body continued to drift, unfortunately edging closer and closer to the Aeon as THEY seemed to search the debris with narrowed eyes. It would be fine, you thought in terror, if you could simply pass them by then that would increase your survival chances tenfold.
Somewhere in the universe, Aha must be toying with your fate as no sooner had the flicker of hope ignited in your chest before Nanook’s golden eyes landed on you.
You froze, feeling an overwhelming pressure surrounding you, the intensity of THEIR gaze leaving you gasping for breath. Despite your rational mind screaming at you to remain still, your chest heaves as a growl ricochets out of your throat. Behind your dark visor, you bare your big, sharp teeth – a threat display from one terrified alpha towards the Prime looming above you.
Nanook tilts THEIR head, expression unreadable. Shit. There was no way THEY didn’t notice you now. You couldn’t even bring yourself to try and escape – there was nothing you could push against to help you float away from THEM. Your hands clench into tight, frustrated fists at your side and you shudder with disgust when THEIR scent becomes… excited?
Blinking in confusion, your growling halts as Nanook cups you in one hand, cradling your smaller form with surprising gentility. You squirm as THEY lift you easily as if plucking fruit from a river’s stream, bringing you up to THEIR face. Dread consumes you, your legs kicking against Nanook’s palm while your hands grab the raised skin between THEIR thumb and forefinger to try and pull yourself free.
Carefully, THEY wrap THEIR fingers around your small, fragile form. Nanook’s eyes narrow thoughtfully before THEIR head dips and you yelp as THEIR nose presses against your torso.
‘What the fuck?!’ You gaped up at THEM, flinching as THEIR alpha pheromones become even stronger. Nanook slowly sniffs at you, THEIR lips pressed dangerously close to your crotch, and instinctively your scent turns bitter and acrid. THEY, however, seem unbothered by your angry and fearful response, pressing THEIR nose even closer.
You can see Nanook’s eyes slide shut, the vibrations of a deep growl ricocheting through your body. Embarrassingly, you feel your clit harden and your pussy begin to grow slick, your intense emotional reactions causing an aroused response.
This is dangerous. If you weren’t careful, if you didn’t manage to get away from the curiously scenting Aeon before THEY recognized your sub-gender status, you’d be dead. ‘Or bitched,’ Your mind unhelpfully supplies, which makes you growl and squirm again.
A sudden, deep rumble forces you still, your eyes widening with fear as Nanook parts THEIR lips to drag THEIR tongue over your front. Wet heat seeps through your suit from your pelvis to your chest, soaking you in Nanook’s deep and confusing scent. Your body reacts by pumping out your own, trying to prevent the other alpha’s from clinging to you.
To your surprise, THEY inhale deeply, golden eyes opening to stare down at you through a half-lidded glare. You shuddered when Nanook pulled back, thinking for a moment that THEY might have seemed disappointed, only to feel THEIR grip on you tighten, “O-ow, shit-!” You hiss, wriggling against Nanook’s fingers before light seems to envelop you both.
The universe spun and twisted nauseatingly as the distinctly familiar sensation of a warp enveloped you. Clutched within Nanook’s grip, you could only clench your eyes and jaw, trying to ignore how it felt as if you were twisted inside out. THEY made no sound or motion of comfort when you doubled over in pain, simply tightening THEIR grip upon you.
By the time with sensation snapped and disappeared, you’d lost consciousness, only coming to when your helmet was pulled from your head, “No!” You gasped, reaching up to grab and tug, only for a deep, devastating growl to halt you in your tracks.
‘Shit. Shit, shit, shit, you were screwed,’ The thought rushes through your mind as you let go of your helmet as if burned. It’s pulled off and tossed aside by large, hot hands, and not for the first time you are left confused when you come face to face with a smaller Nanook.
THEY are still large by human standards. THEY tower over you, bulky and intimidating. THEIR putrid rut scent fills your lungs, unfiltered, and you gag, a snarl making you pull your lips back to display your teeth once more, “Why did you bring me here? What is the purpose of this?” You dare to hiss, alpha instincts aggravated by the Aeon’s pheromones, body trying to scramble away from the source.
Unfortunately, Nanook would not let you go, grabbing your ankle and growling deeply, the rumbling sound forcing you still. Your panic rises as you notice that your suit was already mostly removed, leaving you in just your underwear, “L-let go of me!” You gasped, trying to kick away THEIR hand, too freaked out to think clearly.
THEY seemed upset, Nanook’s unknowable scent becoming even more unbearable as THEY flipped you onto your front, another hand moving to grab the back of your neck, ‘Be still,’ The silent command echoed through your brain, and your body tightened up, freezing beneath the Alpha command.
Your inner alpha howled and bayed in the back of your mind, revolting against the command but unable to do anything. The command of a Prime would always be stronger than the instincts of another sub-gender, forcing even the unruliest of them to obey. You trembled, nauseous and terrified as you realised the implications of Nanook’s actions, yet unable to do anything except remain prone for THEM.
Another rumbling growl from the Aeon was followed by THEIR thumb stroking the scent gland close to your neck, ‘Good. Behave,’ You grit your teeth, not understanding how these impressions were able to fill your mind, yet unable to combat them. Once Nanook was certain you wouldn’t move, THEY redirected their attention to removing the rest of your clothes.
A deep, pleased coo left THEIR throat when the bottoms of your suit were tugged down, exposing the thin scrap of silky fabric covering your pussy. You hissed as you felt Nanook lean in, THEIR breaths fanning over the dampness that clung to your labial sack and half-hard clit.
You nearly jumped out of your skin when Nanook’s lips pressed against the slick spot, THEIR tongue dragging over it, “S-stop!” You gasped, hips instinctively flinching away from the alpha Prime’s mouth, your pheromones pumping into the air to try and chase away THEIRS, “Please, let go of me, I-I don’t want to-“ ‘-to be bitched!’ You thought, biting your bottom lip and unable to complete your sentence.
Unfortunately, to Nanook, it didn’t matter what t matter what you wanted. The Aeon’s rut was the only thing at the forefront of THEIR mind. THEY had been searching, traversing the universe on THEIR regular route of destruction, trying to find something, someone to ease the need inside THEM.
The Aeons only experienced THEIR mating cycles once every few millennia, and unfortunately, you just so happened to have piqued Nanook’s interest. Were THEY not in rut, THEY would never have turned THEIR gaze to you. It was your scent, so deep yet soft, tantalizing yet wrong that drove the Alpha Prime to take you.
And now THEY had you. Nanook could smell the bitterness of your fear and rage, the deep, musky notes of an alpha, but THEY could also scent your arousal. ‘Wrong. Fix it,’ THEIR thoughts pressed upon you, and you shuddered, shaking your head as Nanook lapped at the curves of your pussy through your underwear.
Fuck, why did it feel so hot? Nanook’s molten-gold tongue felt as if it would burn you while THEY licked and sucked at your plump sac, your clit stiffening between them to full hardness. THEY ignored the throbbing length, focusing purely on your pussy, Nanook’s tongue dragging more and more insistently against it.
You shuddered, hips tilting back and forth as if you were unsure whether you wanted to push back to pull away. You should have been fighting back against this – should have risked Nanook’s ire and spared your dignity as an alpha. Nanook’s scent filled the room, cloying and disgustingly intense, overwhelming your own pitiful pheromones with laughable ease.
It was a battle of wills between your instincts and THEIRS. If you were in your rational mind, you would already know there was no way you’d come out of this with your current sub-gender intact. Already your pheromones were flagging with their intensity, becoming dominated by Nanook’s – the first step of bitching.
“Hngh, hahh, a-ah, f—fuuuuuuck~!” You groaned through gritted teeth, humiliation and arousal washing hotly through your body as THEIR teeth nipped at your underwear. Your clit twitched and drooled between your thighs, which were gradually becoming soaked in your arousal, “F-Fuck, Nanook… stop, nnh, stop-!”
You tried to release your own Alpha command, but your voice faltered into a whine. ‘Submit,’ The Aeon’s thoughts, nebulous and unspoken as THEY were, buzzed oppressively against your brain. You shook your head and growled, tears stinging your eyes, though you arched your hips higher when THEY growled.
Impatient and irritated with your pitiful struggle against the inevitable, Nanook bit down on your underwear, tearing off the fabric with a snarl. Already your scent was beginning to change, though too slowly for the Aeon’s liking. Flipping you onto your back, THEY grabbed your legs and bent you in half, forcing you into a submissive pose.
THEY needed to speed up the process of your bitching. That slight edge of sweetness that was beginning to infiltrate your scent was maddeningly delicious. Locking THEIR gaze on your face, Nanook leaned in and took your clit into THEIR mouth.
You arched with a sharp moan, squirming to try and pull free, your inner alpha screaming inside you. You didn’t dare meet Nanook’s gaze as THEIR hands pressed your legs down further, framing your head with your knees as THEY sucked your clit with hollowed cheeks. A shudder rippled down your spine as THEY easily swallowed your length, nuzzling into the cleft around the base of your clit.
Moaning, your hands tried to tug at Nanook’s hair, fear and desire mixing heavily in the pit of your gut as THEIR eyes remained on your face, “No, no, no, please, don’t, i-if you do that I won’t be able to reverse it!” You squealed in terror, already feeling THEIR teeth at the slight dip where your knot usually grew.
Although difficult, it was possible to reverse an alpha’s bitching into an omega if they still retained their ability to breed. If they still retained the potential to knot, with hormonal supplements, a bitching would fade, and the alpha would return to their natural sub-gender.
But Nanook had no intention of letting THEIR work go to waste, ‘Submit,’ THEIR thoughts pounded inside your head, eyes still staring up at you, glowing, golden, and so, so terrifying. Though you tugged at THEIR hair sharply, THEY sunk their teeth deep into your knot, severing the blood flow into those muscles.
The pain was indescribable. You screamed as you felt like something deep in the recesses of your body and mind was being torn apart, turned inside out and then stitched back together. Your body went through a rapid change, clit shrinking from the agony while your scent gland burned and oozed something thick that smelled vile.
You wanted to throw up. Writhing, you struggled against Nanook’s hold, but the Prime kept you pinned in place. THEY nursed on your smaller clit, suckling and licking at it to try and ease the pain you were experiencing. Bile burned in the back of your throat, and you choked on it, wailing and sobbing, wishing, praying that it would all just stop.
Your pussy felt as if it was on fire as more minute physical changes occurred far quicker than a human could withstand. True to their nature, Nanook’s ‘castration’ of your knot forced your bitching to hurry up, destroying the remnants of your previous sub-gender to make way for your new one. Your labia grew plumper but lost their inner testes in favour of re-activating the evolutionary failsafe that was your womb.
Nanook purred around your clit as THEY felt your hips widen subtly, THEIR gaze becoming half-lidded with arousal as your scent began to change. The fluid oozing from your glands was tenderly wiped away by several strands of THEIR arms, removing the disgusting, almost rotten-smelling puss.
The moment it was wiped away, your new scent began to peek through. Sweet, refreshing and perfectly suited for THEM. ‘Yes. Good. My omega.’ Nanook’s thoughts pressed into your mind and you sobbed, trembling through the last, throbbing echoes of pain echoing throughout your body. Slowly, it burned out of you, leaving you shaky and sensitive as an intricate mark spread beneath your navel, glittering with Nanook’s golden hue.
Parting THEIR lips, Nanook pushed THEIR tongue past your newly plumped labia and into your pussy, groaning at THEIR first taste of your slick. A gasp escaped you, your muscles locking tight as if expecting more pain, only for pleasure and heat to wash through you instead, “Oooooh fuck~!” You moaned, clutching Nanook’s hair tight to hold THEM in place.
Your entire body shuddered at the change, panting as a different burning began to rock through you. Newly bitched and surrounded by the increasingly arousing scent of a rutting Alpha Prime, your body was quickly being pushed into your first heat. Your brain grew foggier, new instincts purring at you to relax and submit to the Prime who’d forcefully transformed you into an omega.
THEIR mouth felt good. THEIR tongue reached deep, the size difference between your bodies no longer terrifying but exhilarating, “Ah, ah, oooooh, oh, hmngh, a-alphaaaaaaaaaa~!” You keened, the noise so different to what you were used to that it hurt your throat, head tipping back to expose your unmarked neck.
‘Good omega,’ THEIR approval made you shudder and ache to spread your legs, but THEY were holding you down. Nanook feasted from your cunt, dragging THEIR hot, thick tongue in and out of out, encouraging your body to produce more and more slick. You sobbed and chanted THEIR name, instincts going haywire with the need to present yourself to your alpha.
“Please, please,” You begged, head lulling from side to side, your thighs trembling as Nanook’s tongue seemed to press deeper, “Nanook, oh Aeons, Nanook, alpha, please,” You didn’t know what you were begging for, but you needed it. You needed THEIR weight, THEIR heat against you so badly it ached.
Your pussy fluttered around THEIR tongue needily, trying to drag it further inside you. Nanook rumbled deep in THEIR throat, relishing the taste of you, your sweet noises and your delicious, perfect scent. You were made by THEM for THEIR pleasure, to be fucked and bred on THEIR knot. Nanook was pleased – THEIR sense had never made THEM stray wrongly.
You wept when THEY nuzzled closer, THEIR nose rubbing against your clit as puffy breaths washed over it. It tingled, small and sensitive, still throbbing from Nanook’s painful bite, though now all that rushed through you was pleasure. It should frighten you, to have THEIR mouth so close to your clit once more, but you whined and tried to buck into THEIR mouth for more.
The scent of your heat thickened as your brain became fuzzier, every thought difficult to grasp aside from the whining voice begging to be mated and bred. Nanook continued to thrust THEIR tongue, working you up higher and higher to the edge of your first orgasm.
THEY wanted to taste it. THEY wanted to taste the fresh slick that only had your omegan fluids, fresh and untainted.
Hooking one large forearm at the bend of your knees and pushing down further, you choked out another ragged moan when THEY slid a long, thick finger alongside their tongue. It sank in like a knife through butter, filling but not enough, the stinging stretch of your pussy pulling slurred pleas for more, “Yes!” You mewled pathetically, eyes rolling back in pleasure when the finger rubbed against your g-spot.
Nanook drank your orgasm down as if parched, THEIR cock forming rapidly as their body reconstructed itself to a semi-complete state. THEY worked you through your release, huffing your scent as if drunk, massaging your g-spot till it threatened to be too much, making you whine and wriggle weakly beneath THEM.
It wasn’t enough. However, soaked and tempting it would be to slide THEIR cock into you at this point, you were much too tight. Growling, Nanook thrust a second finger into you, scissoring you open with quick, impatient movements, ‘Mine. Open for me, omega,’ The words filtered through your foggy brain and you shuddered, following THEIR command.
Your cunt pulsed in response and relaxed, allowing the Aeon to fuck a second and third finger into your pussy in quick succession. Though it stung, you didn’t dare disobey your alpha, tilting your head back submissively while moaning. All the while, THEIR tongue writhed inside you, stoking your desires until you were close to coming yet again.
“Yes, alpha, please, I need it, need more, please fill me, please, need your knot, n-need to be yours!” You wept, delirious, any hesitance about THEIR size and the consequences of taking the big, fat cock of an Aeon lost beneath the effects of your heat. All you thought of, all you wanted and needed, was to be a good omega and please THEM.
And if THEY wished to breed your newly omegan body to stake THEIR claim, who were you to deny THEM?
Hurtling quickly towards the peak of another orgasm, you are suddenly denied the pleasure of Nanook’s fingers and tongue, “Nooo, please, ‘m sorry alpha, ‘m sorry, please don’t leave me, need you, need you in me!” You cried out in a panic, hands scrambling to grab THEIR forearm as they slipped free from you.
Nanook growled at your panicked reaction, THEIR pheromones thickening in reassurance, pleased that you were already so desperate to be THEIRS, ‘Calm. Lay still,’ The thought presses down on you and you whine, but obey. With some rustling, Nanook looms above you once more, both of THEIR hands gripping your knees, hiking them up higher so your pelvis is tilted skyward.
You coo and reach between your legs for THEM and feel how THEY shudder when your smaller fingers trail the golden cracks marking THEIR skin. Nanook growls lowly, golden gaze staring down at your bent, needy form and slots the head of THEIR cock between your puffy folds, “Ah~! Yes, alpha, alpha, fill me, please, wanna be yours, just yours, alpha, feel so, so empty~!”
The mewling, slurred words made THEM rub against you, the full length of THEIR dick grinding along your dick till THEY kneeled properly. The head of Nanook’s cock rested against your belly, and deep in your mind a horrified, rational voice noted that THEY’D pierce your womb from how big they were.
There was no way you’d survive getting stuffed that full. Even if you did, you’d be ruined by other alphas. ‘I’m gonna die!’ The voice fearfully whispered, but the omegan instincts just purred with pleasure at how big and virile your alpha is, ‘I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, I’ll be ripped apart!’ The thoughts swirled through your brain even louder, and you shifted slightly beneath THEM in panic.
Nanook, however, was not going to let THEIR hard work go to waste. Leaning into your folded body, THEY nibbled lightly at the scent gland in the right crook of your shoulder. Your inner omega sang for THEM, encouraging you to submit, your head tilting back to grant Nanook better access.
THEY rumbled, pleased, and once more slid THEIR cock between your labia, prodding your opening with the leaking, fat head of THEIR cock. ‘Good omega. Relax. Let me in.’ You shuddered and mewled when THEY nipped and sucked your glands, Nanook’s teeth dangerously sharp.
And yet, your instincts were delighted, purring and encouraging you to lay back for your alpha. Unused to the new feelings and drowning in the throes of your heat, you whimpered, “Yes alpha, I’ll be good, be so good for you, pleasepleaseplease~!” THEY hummed and you felt the vibrations of THEIR voice, the sound so beautiful it brought tears to your eyes.
Was this what people meant when they spoke about rapturous delight? You didn’t know – and couldn’t think further on it once the Aeon began pressing into you. Whining sharply, you arched and tried to spread your legs, which Nanook allowed so that THEY could more easily slide into you.
THEIR cock pried you open with slow, hungry rolls of THEIR hips, the stretch unbearable and maddening. You pressed back into the mattress more firmly, laying as prone as possible for your alpha, babbling incoherently. ‘Submit,’ The Alpha Prime’s thoughts ricocheted through your mind and body, forcing your pussy to part wider, the head of THEIR dick piercing you.
‘Submit,’ The words repeated as Nanook slowly slid THEIR cock inch by inch inside you, pressing deeper, deeper, too deep, too much. You sobbed, tears spilling down your face as your hands claw at THEIR back, your nails scraping THEIR skin as THEIR cock pressed against your cervix, ‘Submit.’
“I-I can’t-!” You gasped wetly, which made Nanook growl and bite harder into your gland, the constant attention to the sensitive point causing you to twitch and tighten around them, “T-too big, too much, I can’t t-take it, can’t, alpha, p-please, help me!” You begged, wanting to obey, wanting to be good frightened and needy.
If you couldn’t give THEM what they needed, then what were you good for? You were created by THEM, forced to bear THEIR desire and need. Without THEM you were adrift, and you sobbed at the thought, clinging to Nanook desperately.
Nanook grunted and shifted THEIR position just slightly, baring down on you with THEIR full weight. Pulling out of the soft, welcoming wetness of your pussy, THEY used THEIR strength to thrust back in roughly. Your head fell back as pleasure and pain rocked through you, the head of THEIR cock battering your cervix, demanding your submission to make room for THEM.
Thrust after thrust, Nanook growled and rocked against you, trying to force THEIR full length inside you. Your voice became ragged as you begged and pleaded with THEM, whining that THEY were too much, that THEY would break you, ‘Then break. Submit. My omega,’ THEY pressed into you harder, harder, and you felt breathless from the onslaught of pleasure.
THEIR knot kissed your labia with each inward stroke, throbbing against your clit and growing thicker by the second. It would have alarmed you, if you weren’t already a drooling, moaning, mindless mess, begging for more. Nanook’s cock bullied the entrance to your womb, molten hot golden pre-cum already staining the tender and newly fertile space, making the brand beneath your navel glow ever brighter.
All the while, THEY marked your neck, biting and sucking at your scent gland, your hindbrain chanting ‘mate mate mate mate’ euphorically. Nanook could feel your body giving in, could feel you opening up to THEM the more pleasure you experienced, which made the Aeon double THEIR efforts.
Your pussy spread wider as THEIR knot began to thrust into you, THEIR pace brutal and cruel. Yet you felt nothing but bliss, the pain in your body being soothed by your alpha’s pheromones, THEIR scent filling your lungs, filling you and mixing with yours. It was intoxicating and with a small hitch of your hips, Nanook finally, finally pushed past the resistance of your cervix to slam home.
THEY roared, baring down on you with even more force, teeth sinking deep into your scent gland to bind your body and soul to THEM. You wailed as THEY bucked and thrust wildly, arrhythmically, before THEIR knot became too fat, forcing your body to accommodate with creaks and stinging pressure. Your hips felt as if they would give out, break beneath the strain of accepting the Aeon’s knot, and yet, you came nonetheless.
Screaming till your voice was hoarse, you clawed at Nanook’s back as your release crashed through you, body becoming impossibly tight around the protrusion of your alpha’s cock. THEY grunted around the mouthful of your should, rumbling pleasantly as your slick soaked THEIR cock, balls and upper thighs, knot throbbing deep in your body.
The milking, inviting flutters of your pussy made THEM sigh, ‘Mine. My mate. My omega,’ THEY hissed into your mind and you sobbed, nodding, crying ‘Yours, yours alpha, my alpha,’ Nanook’s hips grinding against you as THEIR seed flooded your vulnerable, unprotected womb.
It poured into you, causing even more strain with how much cum THEY had to pump inside you. Like a good omega, you took it all, accepting the Alpha Prime’s release with whimpering cries and pawing hands, your heat satiated for the moment. Pulling away from your shoulder, Nanook lapped at the bleeding wound, encouraging it to close, satisfied as THEY felt the bond throb to life in THEIR chest.
What a beautiful conquest, THEY couldn’t help but marvel, straightening to loom over your panting, sweat and cum slickened body. Your belly bulged with THEIR cock, plump and full of THEIR seed, THEIR mark shining brilliantly beneath your navel. Your expression was no longer drawn into a snarl, but blissed out and mindless, as you obediently took everything your alpha gave.
It wasn’t enough, Nanook realised, leaning in once more to also bite and claim your other scent gland, doubling THEIR claim over you. You gurgled softly and twitched around THEM, pulling THEIR knot impossibly deeper, ‘Good omega, sweet omega, mine,’ Nanook felt you preen and coo in agreement, the mating bond growing stronger and more intense with THEIR second bite.
Soon, THEY would flip you onto your hands and knees to fuck and breed you again, reclaiming and marking your body over and over for the duration of THEIR rut. It would last weeks before it waned, and you would be left thoroughly broken in and exhausted, yet fully satisfied with your heat.
As your eyes slid shut on the last day of THEIR rut, Nanook’s body pressed against yours from behind, you wondered what would become of you now. Surely the Aeon of destruction would have no desire or need to keep you around now you had satisfied and survived through THEIR rut.
Pondering your first lucid thought, you drifted off into a fitful sleep, your alpha wrapped around you tightly and possessively in the messy nest your instincts drove you to build. ‘Tomorrow,’ Your brain supplied sleepily, a rumbling purr crackling from your ruined throat when THEY stroked your full and bulging tummy.
‘I can worry about all of that tomorrow.’
The next time you woke up, you would find yourself in the Herta Station’s medical bay. Weak, tired and spent, you would notice that you were hooked to a display, several wires leading to sensors stuck all over your body. The beeping of machinery would be your only company, as you realised where you were, remembered what had happened to you, and allowed yourself to sink into despair.
It seemed… you were safe. ‘Abandoned,’ your new, inner omega thoughts wailed, and without anyone to witness or judge you, you broke down into tears.
You were bitched, bred, mated and alone. Already the mating bites on your scent glands burned as you wept, keening in panic and grief. The rapid beeping of your monitors has several doctors rushing into your room, but you hardly notice as you once again sink into the abyss of sleep.
Before you closed your eyes and lost consciousness, you felt THEIR presence, a flash of gold burning bright and fizzling into darkness.