Author's note: This is a continuation of Alpha Seeking Omega. You should read that one first to have more context for this, though I supposed it could stand alone. This story is set in an omegaverse involving shifters (like werewolves, but they can be any animal and shift at will -- not a huge part of the story, though). You can find more details via Google.
This story also contains non-consensual activity, humiliation, and mild waterspouts. If those aren't your thing, turn back now. If they are, hope you enjoy!
Chapter two
I smell the alphas before I see them, like someone's sprayed the sweetest perfume throughout the hallway. My pussy clenches and gets wet almost instantly. I've never had that reaction to Mr. Brown and I don't want to have it for a stranger, even if he is an alpha.
The meeting room is small, with a few chairs and a small platform with a tall bed on it, similar to the one I had just been on. Instead of an array of alphas like I'd envisioned, there are two -- an older man and a middle-aged woman who appear to be married if their rings are any indication. Both are dressed in clothes that even I can tell are expensive, though they aren't flashy.
The man's build is still somewhat powerful despite his age, but he's balding and has a slight belly. The woman is prettier in an oddly maternal way, though the way her eyes are roaming over my naked body is anything but that. Her hair is pulled into a tight bun and her body is soft and curvy. Despite my lack of physical attraction to either of them, their scents up close are heady.
"This is the omega," Mr. Brown says, motioning for me to stand in front of the padded table. "Feel free to inspect her, but no penetrating her pussy."
"No breaking her seal?" the man asks with a smirk, coming towards me.
He grips my jaw, turning my head from side to side before squeezing my jaw to make my mouth open. God, this is what we do for the horses we buy on the farm. As he inspects my face, the woman's soft hands skim over my body, pulling at my nipples and landing on my hips. That touch makes my pussy clench, slick dripping down my inner thigh. I press them together to hide it.
"Don't be foolish." The woman tuts and kicks my feet apart. The slick drips directly from my pussy to the floor, dripping loudly. "You can't hide from us, darling."
"Up on the table," the man says. Almost as if I've lost control of my body, I get up. "Heels up too, knees apart."
I continue to do as he says, even though my brain wants to resist. Is this how powerful Alphas are to unmedicated omegas? That my desire to obey them overrides my shame and embarrassment? The scent of my slick spreads through the room, and I look up at the ceiling.
"Wow, look at that," the man says to the woman, spreading my pussy lips. "That tight little hole."
"Will you even be able to fit?" The woman laughs, running her finger around my clit. I let out such a loud moan that I surprise myself. "Looks like we have a little slut here. I barely touched you, honey. You need to be fucked that badly?"
Instead of responding, I focus on a spot on the ceiling, digging deep into my brain to find my old self. My medicated self. The one who wouldn't dream of being in this situation, much less being intensely turned on by it.
The man and the woman talk as they poke and prod at me more, something about their guests and training and other girls. I try to block it out, but that only makes me feel every touch more intensely. Their fingers slide into my anus, bringing me dangerously close to orgasm before they stop. I bite back a whine and close my legs, still staring up above myself.
"I think she's the one," the man says to Mr. Brown. "She's just as advertised."
"Good." I can hear the relief in Mr. Brown's voice. "The agreed upon terms are still good?"
"They are," the woman says. I don't want to know what the terms are, so I'm glad she doesn't elaborate. "Now, shall we go home?"
"Not yet." I hear a belt buckle unclicking, the alpha male's. "I'd like to break her in first. I don't know if I'll be able to handle the long drive with this scent fogging my thoughts."
"Good idea." The woman's heels click on the floor as she steps around me.
I sit up on my elbows, looking between the three of them in confusion. Is he going to fuck me right here in front of his wife and Mr. Brown? I try to scramble backwards, but the female alpha pins me down by my shoulders.
"Where do you think you're going?" she asks with a laugh. "You need this. You'll crave it."
She sits on the cushioned bed behind me, my head falling into her lap. The position allows the scent of her alpha pheromones to overwhelm me, making me squirm with unwanted arousal. She slides her hands underneath my knees and pulls them back and open towards my chest so I'm spread open for this alpha whose name I don't even know.
I open one of my eyes and immediately regret it. The alpha's cock is gigantic, easily as thick as my wrist, his balls hanging heavily underneath. They were right to worry that it won't fit. Even with the slick that's rapidly pooling on the table below me, I flinch away from the pain that hasn't even come yet.
"Just relax," the woman says, her voice not at all soothing. "It'll only hurt at first."
I can't move in her vice grip, but I try. Mr. Brown rests a hand on one of my breasts as if to steady me and feel me up at the same time.
