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Jacob Changes His Life (Racial TF)

Jacob Changes his Life (Racial TF, Beta → Alpha)

Chapter 1: The Gift of Transformation

Jacob Perkins was the kind of young man who blended into the background of life. At 22 years old, he was the epitome of unremarkable: thin, pale, and perpetually overshadowed by his more charismatic peers. He worked a quiet job at the Maplewood Public Library, where he spent his days lost in the pages of books, escaping the dull monotony of his existence.

Jacob’s life was predictable and uneventful. He lived alone in a small apartment, had a routine that rarely varied, and had long since given up on the dreams of excitement and adventure that had once filled his childhood imagination. Yet, despite his unassuming nature, Jacob harbored a deep, unspoken yearning for something more—something that would break the chains of his ordinary life.

One chilly autumn evening, as Jacob was closing up the library, a stranger walked in. The man was tall, with an air of mystery about him. He wore a long, dark coat and a hat that cast a shadow over his face. Jacob, always eager to help, approached the man.

“Can I help you find something?” Jacob asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

The stranger smiled, a knowing glint in his eye. “I believe you can, Jacob.”

Startled, Jacob frowned. “How do you know my name?”

The man’s smile widened. “I know many things, Jacob. I know the life you lead, the dreams you’ve buried. I also know you’re meant for more.”

Jacob felt a chill run down his spine. “What are you talking about?”

Without answering, the stranger reached into his coat and pulled out a small, ornate box. He handed it to Jacob. “This is for you. It’s a gift.”

Jacob took the box hesitantly. “What is it?”

“A catalyst for change,” the man said cryptically. “Open it when you’re ready to embrace your true potential.”

Before Jacob could ask any more questions, the stranger turned and walked out of the library, leaving Jacob standing there, confused and intrigued.

That night, in the solitude of his apartment, Jacob sat on his bed, staring at the box. It was intricately carved with symbols he didn’t recognize, and it seemed to hum with an otherworldly energy. Taking a deep breath, he opened it.

Inside the box was a small vial filled with a shimmering, amber liquid. Attached to the vial was a note, written in elegant, flowing script: “To unleash your inner strength, drink this and let the transformation begin.”

Jacob hesitated. It sounded absurd, like something out of a fantasy novel. But the stranger’s words echoed in his mind, and the allure of change was too strong to resist. With a mixture of fear and excitement, Jacob uncorked the vial and drank the liquid in one swift gulp.

For a moment, nothing happened. Jacob sat there, feeling foolish for believing in such nonsense. But then, a warmth began to spread through his body, starting at his core and radiating outward. His skin tingled, and he felt a strange energy coursing through his veins.

Over the next few days, Jacob noticed subtle changes. His appetite increased dramatically, and he found himself craving rich, hearty foods. His once-skinny frame began to fill out, muscles slowly emerging where there had been none before. He grew an inch taller, and his skin took on a healthy, sun-kissed glow.

As the weeks passed, the changes became more pronounced. Jacob’s muscles grew larger and more defined, but a thick layer of fat also began to accumulate, giving him a powerful, imposing presence. His hair darkened to a deep black and began to curl tightly against his scalp. His nose broadened, his lips thickened, and his skin darkened beyond a mere tan, taking on a rich, deep brown hue.

Jacob’s voice deepened, and he began to carry himself with a newfound confidence. People who had once ignored him now found themselves drawn to his presence. His coworkers at the library couldn’t believe the transformation, whispering in awe about the change in the once-unassuming young man.

But it wasn’t just his appearance that was changing. Jacob felt a surge of raw, primal power within him. He became more assertive, more entitled, and a growing sense of aggression and desire began to dominate his thoughts. He relished the attention he received, the way people now looked at him with a mix of awe and fear.

Jacob’s transformation was not something he had asked for, nor was it something he could control. It was as if some higher power had decided that he was meant for more, that bigger was better, and had gifted him this incredible change. The quiet, unassuming boy named Jacob was disappearing, replaced by someone new. Someone who demanded respect, who took what he wanted, who was ready to embrace his new identity and spread his influence far and wide.

As Jacob stood in front of the mirror, staring at his new reflection, he couldn’t help but smile. The journey was just beginning, and he was ready to embrace whatever came next.

Chapter 2: Awakening Power

Jacob awoke one morning to the sun streaming through his window, casting a golden glow over his transformed body. He stretched, feeling the weight and power of his new muscles and the thick layer of fat that added to his imposing presence. The bed creaked under his newfound mass as he swung his legs over the side and stood up, towering over his surroundings with a confidence he had never felt before.

His apartment, once a haven of solitude, now felt too small, too confining. He needed to be out in the world, to explore the boundaries of his new identity. The library, with its musty books and quiet corners, was no longer the sanctuary it had once been. He craved something more stimulating, something that matched the raw energy coursing through his veins.

Jacob dressed quickly, pulling on clothes that now clung tightly to his expanded frame. The once-loose jeans were snug around his thick thighs and rounded belly, and his shirt strained across his broad chest and shoulders. He looked in the mirror and saw not the shy, unassuming boy he had been, but a powerful, confident man ready to take on the world.

As he stepped outside, he felt the crisp autumn air invigorate him. His senses were heightened, every sound and smell more vivid than before. He walked down the street with a purpose, his strides longer and more assured. People turned to look at him as he passed, their eyes widening in surprise and admiration.

Jacob made his way to a nearby café, a place he had often frequented before his transformation. He ordered a large breakfast, his appetite ravenous. As he ate, he felt eyes on him—curious, admiring, envious. He reveled in the attention, the way people now seemed to hang on his every move.

As he finished his meal, a young woman approached him. She was petite and blonde, with bright blue eyes that sparkled with curiosity. “Excuse me,” she said, her voice hesitant. “I couldn’t help but notice you. Have we met before?”

Jacob smiled, a slow, confident grin that made the woman blush. “I don’t think so,” he replied, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. “I’m Jacob.”

“I’m Emily,” she said, extending a hand. “I’ve been coming to this café for years, but I’ve never seen you here before. You’re...different.”

Jacob chuckled. “You could say that. I’ve been through some changes lately.”

Emily’s eyes roamed over his muscular frame, her cheeks flushing. “I can see that. You look amazing.”

“Thank you,” Jacob said, his smile widening. “Would you like to join me?”

Emily nodded eagerly, taking a seat across from him. They talked for hours, Jacob’s new confidence and charisma drawing her in. He found himself enjoying the conversation, the way she laughed at his jokes and hung on his every word. For the first time in his life, he felt truly seen, truly admired.

As the sun began to set, Jacob walked Emily home. They stood on her doorstep, the air thick with anticipation. Emily looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. “Would you like to come in?” she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Jacob hesitated for a moment, feeling the surge of raw, primal power within him. He leaned down and kissed her, a deep, passionate kiss that left her breathless. “I’d love to,” he said, his voice a low growl.

They spent the night together, their bodies entwined in a dance of passion and desire. Jacob marveled at the strength and endurance of his new form, the way his muscles moved and flexed, the way his expanded pouch filled out his underwear, stretching to accommodate his new size. Emily’s hands roamed over his body, her touch igniting a fire within him.

As dawn broke, Jacob lay in bed, Emily asleep beside him. He felt a deep sense of satisfaction, a feeling of power and control that he had never known before. This transformation, this gift, was everything he had ever wanted and more. He was no longer the unassuming boy who blended into the background. He was a man, powerful and entitled, ready to embrace his new identity and spread his influence far and wide.

Jacob knew that this was only the beginning. There was so much more to explore, so much more to experience. As he looked down at Emily, a slow smile spread across his face. The journey was just beginning, and he was ready to take on whatever came next.

Chapter 3: Expanding Horizons

Jacob's life continued to transform in ways he had never imagined. The changes in his body and demeanor were just the beginning. He began to see the world through new eyes, no longer content with the small, insular life he had once led. His newfound confidence and physical presence demanded more—more experiences, more challenges, more opportunities to assert his dominance.

One day, as Jacob walked through the bustling streets of Maplewood, he noticed a sign for a local gym. He had never set foot in a gym before, but the idea intrigued him. His body was already changing, growing stronger and more powerful, but he wanted to push it further. He wanted to see just how far this transformation could go.

The gym was a hive of activity, filled with people lifting weights, running on treadmills, and engaging in intense workouts. Jacob felt a surge of excitement as he approached the front desk.

“Hey there,” he said to the receptionist, a muscular man with a friendly smile. “I’m interested in joining. Can you give me a tour?”

“Sure thing,” the receptionist said, his eyes widening slightly as he took in Jacob’s imposing figure. “My name’s Mike. Let me show you around.”

As Mike led Jacob through the gym, explaining the different machines and workout areas, Jacob couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. This was exactly what he needed—a place to channel his newfound energy and strength, to test the limits of his transformed body.

After the tour, Jacob signed up for a membership and immediately headed to the weight room. He started with the basics, lifting weights and working on his form. The effort felt exhilarating, his muscles responding eagerly to the challenge. He could feel himself growing stronger with each repetition, the powerful combination of muscle and fat giving him an almost supernatural strength.

Over the next few weeks, Jacob became a regular at the gym. His dedication and hard work paid off, his body continuing to transform at an astonishing rate. He grew taller and more muscular, his once-slender frame now a powerhouse of strength and size. His skin darkened further, his features becoming more pronounced and defined. The stares and whispers from others only fueled his determination.

One evening, after an intense workout, Jacob was approached by a group of men who had been watching him with interest. They were all heavily muscled, their confidence and camaraderie evident in their relaxed, easy manner.

“Hey, man,” one of them said, extending a hand. “I’m Marcus. We’ve been noticing you. You’re making some serious gains.”

Jacob shook his hand, feeling a sense of pride. “Thanks. I’ve been putting in a lot of work.”

“You can tell,” Marcus said with a grin. “We’re part of a bodybuilding club here. We push each other to be our best, to keep getting bigger and stronger. You should join us.”

Jacob felt a thrill of excitement at the invitation. This was exactly what he needed—a group of like-minded individuals who shared his drive and ambition. “I’d love to,” he said. “Count me in.”

Joining the bodybuilding club took Jacob’s transformation to a new level. The men were intense and focused, their workouts pushing him to his limits. They shared tips on nutrition, training routines, and supplements, all designed to maximize growth and strength. Jacob’s body responded eagerly, the combination of muscle and fat giving him an imposing, almost god-like physique.

As his body grew, so did his confidence. Jacob found himself becoming more aggressive, more entitled. He took what he wanted without hesitation, his newfound power giving him a sense of invincibility. His interactions with others became more assertive, more dominant. He relished the attention, the way people now looked at him with a mix of awe and fear.

One night, after a particularly grueling workout, Marcus invited Jacob to join him and a few others for a drink. They went to a nearby bar, their powerful presence commanding attention as they entered. People moved aside, giving them space, their eyes filled with curiosity and admiration.

As they sat at a table, enjoying their drinks and laughing together, Jacob felt a sense of camaraderie and belonging he had never known before. These men were like him—strong, confident, and unafraid to take what they wanted. They talked about their lives, their ambitions, and their conquests, their stories filled with a sense of entitlement and power.

Jacob found himself drawn to their lifestyle, their unapologetic embrace of their own strength and dominance. He listened eagerly, absorbing their wisdom and experiences. He wanted to be like them, to live a life of power and influence.

As the night wore on, Jacob noticed a group of women at a nearby table, their eyes on him and his friends. They were whispering and giggling, clearly interested. Marcus noticed too, a sly grin spreading across his face.

“Looks like we’ve got some admirers,” he said, nudging Jacob. “Why don’t you go over there and introduce yourself?”

Jacob felt a surge of confidence. He stood up, his imposing figure drawing the women’s attention immediately. He walked over to their table, his smile charming and confident.

“Good evening, ladies,” he said, his deep voice sending shivers down their spines. “Mind if I join you?”

The women blushed and giggled, clearly flattered by his attention. “Of course not,” one of them said, her eyes sparkling with interest. “I’m Sarah, and these are my friends Emily and Jessica.”

Jacob smiled, taking a seat. “Nice to meet you. I’m Jacob.”

They spent the rest of the evening talking and laughing, Jacob’s confidence and charm captivating the women. He felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing that his transformation had given him the power and presence he had always desired. As the night drew to a close, he exchanged numbers with Sarah, promising to call her soon.

Walking home, Jacob felt a sense of fulfillment and excitement. His life had changed in ways he had never imagined, and he was eager to see where this journey would take him next. He was no longer the unassuming boy who blended into the background. He was a powerful, confident man, ready to embrace whatever challenges and opportunities came his way.

The transformation was far from complete, and Jacob knew that there was still so much more to discover, so much more to experience. He was ready to push his limits, to explore the full extent of his newfound power and influence. The journey was just beginning, and Jacob was ready to take on the world.

Chapter 4: Embracing Desire

Jacob couldn't stop smiling as he walked home that night, his mind filled with thoughts of Sarah, Emily, and Jessica. He had gotten all three of their numbers, and the idea of being with them all at once sent a thrill through him. His transformation had given him not just the physical power but also the confidence to pursue his deepest desires. He wanted to experience everything his new body had to offer, to fulfill his role as a man in every way possible.

The next few days, Jacob continued his rigorous workouts and basked in the admiration of his friends and the gym members. His body continued to grow, muscles thickening, and his skin taking on an even deeper bronze hue. He felt invincible, ready to conquer any challenge and indulge in every pleasure.

One evening, as he was finishing up his workout, he decided to put his plan into motion. He sent a text to Sarah, Emily, and Jessica, inviting them to his apartment for dinner. He kept the message casual but confident, knowing that his newfound charm and magnetism would be enough to entice them.

To his delight, all three women agreed. He spent the next day preparing, cooking a delicious meal and setting the mood in his apartment. He wanted everything to be perfect for the evening ahead. As the sun began to set, he took one last look at himself in the mirror, admiring the transformation that had turned him into a powerful, confident man.

When the doorbell rang, Jacob felt a surge of excitement. He opened the door to find Sarah, Emily, and Jessica standing there, each looking stunning and clearly impressed by his appearance. He welcomed them in, his smile warm and inviting.

“Wow, Jacob, you look amazing,” Sarah said, her eyes roaming over his muscular frame.

“Thank you,” he replied, his voice deep and smooth. “You all look incredible too. Come in, make yourselves comfortable.”

They settled into the living room, chatting and laughing as Jacob served drinks and appetizers. The atmosphere was relaxed and flirtatious, the chemistry between them growing stronger with each passing moment. As they moved to the dining table for dinner, Jacob could feel the anticipation building.

Over the course of the meal, he found himself drawn to each of them, enjoying their company and the way they responded to him. He was no longer the shy, unassuming boy he had once been. He was in control, confident and assertive, ready to take what he wanted.

After dinner, they moved back to the living room, the conversation turning more intimate. Jacob could see the desire in their eyes, and he knew they were ready for more. He stood up, holding out his hands to Sarah and Emily.

“Why don’t we move this to the bedroom?” he suggested, his voice low and enticing.

Sarah and Emily exchanged glances, their faces flushed with excitement. Jessica stood up as well, her eyes fixed on Jacob. “I think that’s a great idea,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.

They followed Jacob to the bedroom, where he had already dimmed the lights and set the mood. As they entered the room, he turned to face them, his heart pounding with anticipation.

Jacob took a deep breath, feeling the raw, primal energy within him. He reached out, gently pulling Sarah, Emily, and Jessica into his arms. Their bodies pressed against his, their hands exploring the hard planes of his muscles and the soft warmth of his skin. He could feel their excitement, their desire, and it only fueled his own.

As they tumbled onto the bed, Jacob took his time, savoring every touch, every kiss. He reveled in the way they responded to him, their moans of pleasure filling the room. He felt a deep sense of satisfaction, knowing that he was fulfilling his role as a man, giving them pleasure while embracing his own desires.

The night was a blur of passion and ecstasy, Jacob moving between Sarah, Emily, and Jessica, their bodies entwined in a dance of desire. He felt more alive than ever, every touch and kiss igniting a fire within him. His newfound strength and confidence allowed him to take control, to dominate and please them in ways he had never imagined.

As the night wore on, Jacob lost himself in the pleasure, his senses overwhelmed by the feel of their bodies against his, their voices crying out in ecstasy. He felt a primal connection to them, a sense of fulfillment that went beyond mere physical pleasure. He was no longer just Jacob; he was a powerful, dominant man, fulfilling his duty and embracing his true nature.

When the sun finally began to rise, Jacob lay in bed, his arms wrapped around Sarah, Emily, and Jessica. They were exhausted but content, their bodies pressed close to his. He looked down at them, a slow smile spreading across his face. He had never felt so complete, so powerful.

The journey of his transformation was far from over, but Jacob knew that he was ready for whatever came next. He had embraced his desires, his power, and his true nature. He was no longer the unassuming boy who had once blended into the background. He was a man, ready to take on the world and fulfill his destiny.

As he drifted off to sleep, Jacob felt a deep sense of satisfaction and anticipation. The future was filled with endless possibilities, and he was ready to embrace them all. The journey had only just begun, and Jacob was eager to see where it would lead him next.

Chapter 5: Aftercare and Desire

As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, Jacob awoke to the warmth of Sarah, Emily, and Jessica nestled against him. The night had been an exploration of newfound power and pleasure, but now, as they stirred, he felt a deeper connection forming. The afterglow was as intoxicating as the passion that had consumed them hours before.

Jacob gently extricated himself from the tangle of limbs and quietly slipped out of bed. He headed to the kitchen, his mind already planning the perfect breakfast. He wanted to show them that his transformation wasn't just about physical changes and primal desires; it was also about caring for those who shared in his journey.

As he cooked, the aroma of bacon, eggs, and pancakes filled the apartment. One by one, the women emerged, drawn by the delicious scent. They looked at Jacob with a mix of admiration and gratitude, their eyes reflecting the bond they had formed.

“You didn’t have to do this,” Emily said, wrapping her arms around Jacob from behind.

Jacob turned, his broad chest brushing against her. “I wanted to. Last night was amazing, and I want to make sure you all know how much I appreciate it.”

They sat down to eat, the conversation light and filled with laughter. Jacob felt a sense of pride and fulfillment, knowing that he had not only satisfied his desires but also created a memorable experience for Sarah, Emily, and Jessica. They talked about everything and nothing, enjoying the easy camaraderie that had developed.

After breakfast, as they lounged in the living room, Jessica broke the comfortable silence. “You know, Jacob, last night was incredible. I never thought I’d be part of something like that, but it felt so right.”

Sarah and Emily nodded in agreement. “It was more than I ever imagined,” Sarah added. “I feel like we’ve all changed in some way.”

Jacob smiled, feeling a surge of satisfaction. “I’m glad you feel that way. I’ve changed a lot recently, and I think last night was just the beginning. I want more of these experiences, and I want to share them with you.”

Emily’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “You mean…you want to do this again?”

Jacob nodded, his expression serious. “Yes, I do. And not just once. I want this to be a regular part of our lives. I want to explore this connection we have and see where it takes us.”

The women exchanged glances, their excitement palpable. “I’m definitely up for it,” Jessica said, her voice filled with anticipation.

“Me too,” Sarah agreed. “I feel like there’s so much more we can experience together.”

Emily leaned in closer, her voice a low whisper. “And what about the other changes, Jacob? You’re getting bigger, darker, and more…intense. Do you want that to continue?”

Jacob felt a thrill at her words. “Yes, I do. I want to see how far this transformation can go. I want to become the best version of myself, and I want you to be part of that journey.”

The women’s eyes glowed with excitement and anticipation. “We’re with you, Jacob,” Emily said, her voice filled with determination. “We want to see where this journey takes us too.”

Over the next few weeks, Jacob’s transformation continued. His body grew larger and more muscular, his skin darkening to a rich, deep brown. His features became more pronounced, his presence more commanding. The workouts at the gym intensified, his strength and endurance reaching new heights. He became a force to be reckoned with, his power and confidence evident in every move he made.

Sarah, Emily, and Jessica were there every step of the way, their bond growing stronger with each shared experience. They embraced his transformation, their desire for him growing with each passing day. They loved the way his body felt against theirs, the way he took control and fulfilled their deepest desires.

The nights they spent together became more intense, more passionate. Jacob’s larger, darker body was a source of fascination and excitement for them. They reveled in the way his muscles rippled under their touch, the way his skin glowed with an almost otherworldly radiance. Each encounter left them craving more, their desire for him insatiable.

One night, as they lay in bed, exhausted but content, Sarah looked up at Jacob, her eyes filled with a mix of awe and desire. “Jacob, you’ve become so much more than I ever imagined. You’re powerful, confident, and absolutely irresistible. I can’t get enough of you.”

Jacob smiled, his hand gently caressing her cheek. “I feel the same way about all of you. You’ve been a part of this transformation, and I couldn’t have done it without your support and desire. I want to keep growing, to keep exploring this connection we have.”

Emily leaned in, her voice a soft whisper. “We want that too, Jacob. We want to be with you every step of the way, to experience everything this journey has to offer.”

Jessica nodded, her eyes shining with determination. “We’re all in, Jacob. Let’s see just how far this transformation can go.”

Jacob felt a surge of emotion, a deep sense of gratitude and love for the women who had become such an integral part of his life. He pulled them close, their bodies pressed against his, and whispered, “Thank you. For everything. Let’s continue this journey together, and see where it takes us.”

As they drifted off to sleep, Jacob knew that the future held endless possibilities. His transformation was far from complete, and he was eager to embrace every challenge and opportunity that came his way. With Sarah, Emily, and Jessica by his side, he felt unstoppable, ready to take on the world and fulfill his true potential. The journey had only just begun, and Jacob was ready to see just how far it could go.

Chapter 6: Marking Loyalty and Embracing Power

Jamar awoke one morning to the familiar warmth of Sarah, Emily, and Jessica nestled against him. His transformation had not only altered his body but had also created an unbreakable bond between him and the three women. Their desire for him was insatiable, and their loyalty unwavering. They had all agreed to take their commitment to the next level, marking their devotion to him in a way that was both intimate and public.

As they lay together, Jamar's hand gently caressed Sarah's smooth, curvaceous back. She stirred and looked up at him with a sleepy smile. "Good morning, Jamar," she whispered, her voice filled with affection.

"Good morning, beautiful," Jamar replied, his deep voice resonating with warmth.

Emily and Jessica soon joined in the morning greetings, their eyes filled with adoration. Jamar felt a surge of pride and satisfaction. These women were his, and they had willingly chosen to show their loyalty in a way that thrilled him.

Later that day, they all visited a local tattoo parlor. Jamar had suggested the idea of getting matching tattoos, a symbol of their connection and devotion. The Queen of Spades was a fitting choice, representing their dedication to him and their embrace of their new, passionate lives.

The tattoo artist, a burly man named Rico, welcomed them with a knowing smile. "So, you all ready for this?" he asked, his eyes flicking over the three women.

Jamar nodded, his powerful presence commanding the room. "Yes, we are."

One by one, Sarah, Emily, and Jessica took their turns in the chair, their excitement palpable. As the needles buzzed and the ink flowed, Jamar watched with a mixture of pride and anticipation. Each of them chose to have the Queen of Spades tattoo placed on their jiggling booties, a mark that would be both private and provocative.

When it was over, the girls stood together, admiring their new tattoos in the mirror. Jamar's heart swelled with pride. They had embraced their roles fully, their commitment to him evident in every glance and touch.

Back at his apartment, Jamar couldn't wait to fully appreciate the new marks of loyalty on his curvaceous girls. He guided them to the bedroom, where they eagerly showed off their new tattoos, their bodies moving with a sensual confidence that drove him wild.

Jamar took his time, savoring every moment with them. The tattoos were a constant reminder of their devotion, a symbol of their shared journey. As he moved between them, their hands exploring his muscular, bronzed body, he felt a deep sense of satisfaction and fulfillment.

The night was filled with passion and intensity, their cries of pleasure echoing through the apartment. Jamar's powerful, dominant presence was matched by their eagerness to please him, their curvaceous bodies responding to his every touch. He relished the way their booties jiggled with each movement, the Queen of Spades tattoos a constant reminder of their bond.

As the night drew to a close, they lay together, exhausted but content. Jamar held them close, his heart filled with a sense of pride and satisfaction. He needed all three of them, their loyalty and desire fueling his own strength and confidence.

"Thank you," Jamar whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "You mean everything to me."

Sarah, Emily, and Jessica snuggled closer, their bodies warm against his. "We love you, Jamar," Emily said softly. "We're yours, now and always."

Jamar smiled, feeling a deep sense of fulfillment. His transformation had brought him power, confidence, and a connection he had never imagined. With Sarah, Emily, and Jessica by his side, marked with their Queen of Spades tattoos, he felt invincible.

The future was bright, filled with endless possibilities. Jamar was ready to embrace every challenge and opportunity, knowing that he had the unwavering support and desire of his curvaceous, devoted girls. The journey was far from over, and he was eager to see just how far they could go together.

Chapter 7: Embracing Heritage and Brotherhood

Jamar's transformation continued to intensify. His skin, once a rich bronze, darkened to a deep, luscious chocolate. The change was not just superficial; it was as if his very essence was being rewritten. He felt a profound connection to a heritage he had never known, a powerful lineage that filled him with pride and strength.

His body thickened even more, muscles bulging and expanding, his presence becoming even more commanding. The most noticeable change was the increased presence between his legs, a tangible symbol of his newfound power and masculinity. Jamar felt invincible, ready to embrace every aspect of his new identity.

One evening, Jamar received a message from Marcus, one of his gym buddies. “Hey, bro. We’re heading out tonight. You in?”

Jamar smiled, feeling a surge of excitement. This would be his first night out with the brothers he had apparently grown up with, a group that had accepted him without question. He was eager to see where the night would take them.

He dressed in a form-fitting shirt that highlighted his muscular chest and broad shoulders, and a pair of jeans that hugged his thick thighs and rounded backside. His reflection in the mirror was almost unrecognizable—a powerful, confident, chocolate-skinned man ready to take on the world.

When he arrived at the club, the atmosphere was electric. The music pulsed through the air, and the crowd was a mix of excitement and anticipation. Jamar spotted Marcus and the rest of the guys near the bar, their presence commanding attention.

“Jamar! There he is!” Marcus called out, a wide grin on his face. “About time you joined us, brother.”

Jamar felt a swell of pride as he approached them, their acceptance and camaraderie filling him with a sense of belonging. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he said, clapping Marcus on the back.

They spent the night drinking, laughing, and enjoying each other's company. Jamar felt a deep connection to these men, their shared experiences and backgrounds creating a bond that transcended words. They introduced him to everyone, and soon Jamar found himself surrounded by new friends, all drawn to his powerful presence and confident demeanor.

As the night wore on, Jamar found himself on the dance floor, the rhythmic beats of the music guiding his movements. His body moved with a grace and power that drew the attention of everyone around him. Women flocked to him, their eyes filled with admiration and desire.

One woman, in particular, caught his eye. She was tall, with dark, flowing hair and curves that made his mouth water. She approached him with a confident smile, her eyes locked on his.

“Mind if I join you?” she asked, her voice smooth and sultry.

“Not at all,” Jamar replied, his deep voice resonating with warmth.

They danced together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. The connection between them was electric, the chemistry undeniable. Jamar felt a surge of desire, his new heritage and powerful presence making him bolder and more confident than ever.

After a while, they stepped off the dance floor to catch their breath. The woman introduced herself as Maya, and they quickly found a quiet corner to talk. They shared stories and laughed, the conversation flowing easily. Jamar felt a deep sense of attraction and connection to her, a feeling that was mutual.

As the night drew to a close, Marcus and the other guys gathered around Jamar. “We’re heading out, but it looks like you’ve got things covered here,” Marcus said with a wink.

Jamar laughed, feeling a surge of gratitude for his new brothers. “Yeah, I think I do. Thanks, guys.”

Maya smiled up at him, her eyes filled with anticipation. “So, Jamar, what do you say we get out of here and continue this somewhere more private?”

Jamar’s heart raced with excitement. “I’d like that.”

They left the club together, the night air cool and refreshing. As they walked, Jamar felt a sense of contentment and fulfillment. His transformation had brought him more than just physical changes; it had given him a new sense of identity, a new heritage, and a new family.

Back at his apartment, Jamar and Maya spent the night exploring each other, their bodies and souls entwined in a dance of passion and discovery. Jamar’s powerful, chocolate-skinned body moved with a confidence and grace that left Maya breathless. He felt a deep sense of pride and satisfaction, knowing that he was embracing every aspect of his new identity.

As the dawn broke, Jamar lay in bed, Maya curled up beside him. He felt a deep sense of fulfillment and anticipation for the future. His journey was far from over, and he was eager to see where it would lead him next. With his newfound heritage, his brothers, and his insatiable desire for life, Jamar was ready to take on the world and fulfill his true potential.

The transformation had brought him more than he had ever imagined, and Jamar knew that the future held endless possibilities. He was ready to embrace them all, confident in his power, his heritage, and his unwavering desire to live life to the fullest.

Chapter 8: Building a Legacy, Fulfilling Desires

Jamar awoke with a sense of profound purpose. His transformation had not only reshaped his body but also awakened a deep, primal drive within him. His chocolate skin had thickened, his muscles had grown even more powerful, and the presence between his legs had become a symbol of his virility and dominance. He knew that to be truly fulfilled, he needed to create a family—a large, thriving family with multiple wives who shared his intense desires and passion.

As he lay in bed, the warmth of Maya’s body against him, he felt a surge of anticipation. He had always known that his sexual drive was higher than anyone else’s, a constant, burning need that could only be satisfied by frequent, passionate nights with his queens. The idea of fathering many children, of building a legacy, was not just a desire but a necessity.

Jamar’s thoughts turned to Sarah, Emily, and Jessica. They had stood by him through every step of his transformation, their loyalty and love unwavering. They were more than just lovers; they were his queens, the women who would help him build his legacy. He knew that they shared his vision for the future, a future filled with children and the powerful bond of family.

He sent a message to them, asking them to come over later that day. He needed to discuss the next step in their journey together. As the day passed, Jamar prepared his apartment, making sure everything was perfect for the conversation ahead.

By the evening, Sarah, Emily, and Jessica had arrived, their smiles bright and their eyes filled with curiosity. They sensed that something significant was about to happen.

Jamar greeted them warmly, his powerful presence filling the room. “Thank you for coming,” he said, his deep voice resonating with warmth. “I have something important to discuss with you all.”

They sat down together in the living room, their attention fully on Jamar. He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. “We’ve been through so much together, and I couldn’t be more grateful for your support and love. I’ve been thinking a lot about the future, about what comes next for us.”

Sarah, always the boldest, leaned forward. “What is it, Jamar? What do you want to do?”

Jamar smiled, feeling a surge of pride and anticipation. “I want to start a family with you. I want us to have children, to continue this legacy we’ve built together. It’s time to make some babies, my queens.”

The room fell silent as the words hung in the air. Sarah, Emily, and Jessica exchanged glances, their eyes wide with surprise and excitement. Finally, Emily broke the silence. “You really mean it, Jamar? You want us to have your children?”

“Yes,” Jamar replied, his voice firm and confident. “I want us to build a future together, to raise a family. You been my queens, and now I want y’all to be the mothers of my children.”

Tears of joy filled Jessica’s eyes as she nodded. “I’ve always wanted a family, Jamar. And I can’t imagine anyone better to share that with than you.”

Sarah and Emily quickly echoed her sentiment, their faces alight with excitement. “We’re with you, Jamar,” Sarah said, her voice filled with determination. “We’ll do this together.”

Over the next few weeks, the anticipation grew. Jamar and his queens prepared for the next chapter of their lives, making plans and discussing their hopes and dreams for their future children. The bond between them deepened, their connection becoming even more intimate and powerful.

One evening, as they gathered in the bedroom, Jamar felt a surge of desire and purpose. He looked at Sarah, Emily, and Jessica, their eyes filled with love and anticipation. “We finna do this. Tonight, we make some babies,” he said, his voice a low growl of determination.

They moved together with a shared purpose, their bodies entwined in a dance of passion and creation. Jamar’s powerful presence and deep connection to his queens made the moment even more profound. He felt a surge of pride and satisfaction, knowing that he was fulfilling his role and embracing his destiny.

As the night wore on, the room was filled with the sounds of their love and desire, their connection deepening with every touch and kiss. Jamar’s powerful, chocolate-skinned body moved with a grace and strength that left his queens breathless, their bodies responding eagerly to his every move.

By the time the sun began to rise, Jamar knew that their journey had taken a significant step forward. He held his queens close, feeling a deep sense of fulfillment and anticipation for the future. They had embraced their roles fully, their commitment to him and their shared future unwavering.

The days that followed were filled with excitement and preparation. Sarah, Emily, and Jessica each discovered they were pregnant, their joy and anticipation growing with each passing day. Jamar felt a deep sense of pride and responsibility, knowing that he was about to become a father, to spread his legacy and create a family that would carry on his heritage.

Together, they faced the challenges and joys of impending parenthood, their bond growing stronger with each shared experience. Jamar’s powerful presence and unwavering support guided them through every step, his queens relying on his strength and love.

Jamar watched with pride as his queens’ bodies changed, their bellies swelling with new life. The anticipation and excitement grew, their shared dream of a family becoming a reality.

He knew that their journey was far from over. There were many challenges and joys ahead, but he was ready to face then all with his queens and children by his side. The future was filled with endless possibilities, and Jamar was eager to embrace them all, confident in his power, his heritage, and the unwavering love of his family.

Chapter 9: Building a Legacy, Fulfilling Desires

As the months passed, the changes in Jamar's queens became even more pronounced. Their pregnancies progressed, but it wasn't just their bellies that swelled. Their entire identities transformed, embracing a heritage that reflected their new reality. Sarah, Emily, and Jessica adopted new names: Samiya, Aaliyah, and LaToya, respectively. Their once pale skin darkened to a rich, deep ebony, their bodies becoming lush and voluptuous.

Jamar watched with pride and admiration as his queens turned into heavy, stunning black women as his strong black sons grew inside them. Their thighs thickened, their booties grew round and jiggly, and their bodies became softer and more inviting. The tattoos they had once proudly displayed on their pale skin began to fade, blending into their new, darker complexions. They were becoming his little dark chocolate kisses, and Jamar couldn't have been more pleased.

The changes were not just physical. Samiya, Aaliyah, and LaToya embraced their new identities with a confidence and sensuality that left Jamar in awe. They sashayed and twerked with a grace and power that matched their new soft bodies, their every wiggle a testament to their strength and beauty. Their laughter filled the house, a symphony of joy and anticipation for the new lives they were bringing into the world.

Jamar himself was not immune to the changes. His improvements continued, his body growing even larger and more powerful. His skin darkened to an even deeper shade of chocolate, and his muscles swelled with strength. But it was the layer of fat that truly defined his new form, giving him the presence of a massive, powerful patriarch. He was a force to be reckoned with, a symbol of virility and dominance.

The nights they spent all four together were filled with passion and intensity. Jamar's powerful, dark-skinned body moved with a confidence and grace that left his queens breathless. They reveled in the feel of his massive form against theirs, their bodies responding eagerly to his every touch. The anticipation of becoming mothers, of bringing Jamar's children into the world, only heightened their desire.

As Samiya, Aaliyah, and LaToya's pregnancies advanced, their bodies continued to swell. Their bellies grew round and heavy with life, their breasts becoming quite large and more tender. Their thighs and booties thickened even more, their once slim forms now permanently lush and voluptuous. They were the epitome of fertility and sensuality, their transformations a testament to Jamar's power and virility.

One evening, as they lay together in bed, Jamar looked at his queens with a deep sense of pride and fulfillment. "Y'all are so beautiful," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "My little dark chocolate kisses, carryin' our children. I couldn't be more proud."

Samiya smiled, her dark eyes shining with love. "We couldn't do this without you, Jamar. You've given us so much, and we want to give you everything in return."

Aaliyah and LaToya nodded in agreement, their faces glowing with happiness. "We in this together," Aaliyah said softly. "We a family, and we gonna raise these babies with all the love and strength we got."

Jamar felt a surge of emotion as he held them close. They were more than just his lovers; they were his partners, the women who would help him build his legacy. The future was bright, filled with endless possibilities, and Jamar was ready to embrace them all.

As the months continued to pass, the anticipation grew. Jamar's queens became more radiant with each passing day, their bodies heavy with life and their spirits filled with joy. The day finally arrived when Samiya, Aaliyah, and LaToya went into labor, their cries of pain and joy filling the house.

Jamar was by their side, his powerful presence and soothing words providing comfort and strength. The births were a celebration of love and unity, their family growing with each new life brought into the world. The babies were big and healthy, dark-skinned boys so black they were almost blue, a testament to the strength and vitality of their parents.

As Jamar held his newborn sons in his massive arms, he felt a deep sense of fulfillment and joy. He looked at Samiya, Aaliyah, and LaToya, their faces filled with happiness and pride. "We did it," he said softly, his voice filled with emotion. "We created somethin' beautiful together."

His queens smiled, their eyes shining with love. "Yeah, we did," Aaliyah replied, her voice trembling with happiness. "And this is just the beginnin'."

Jamar knew that their journey was far from over. There were many challenges and joys ahead, but he was ready to face them all with his queens and children by his side. The future was filled with endless possibilities, and Jamar was eager to embrace them all, confident in his power, his heritage, and the unwavering love of his family. As the massive, fat, dark-skinned patriarch, he knew that his legacy was secure, and he was ready to lead his family into a bright and prosperous future.

Chapter 10: The Final Gift

Jamar stood in the doorway of his bedroom, gazing lovingly and protectively over his brood. Samiya, Aaliyah, and LaToya lay asleep, each cradling a newborn son. The sight filled him with a deep sense of pride and fulfillment. He had come a long way from the innocent skinny young White Boy he once was, now standing as a massive, powerful Black patriarch with a thriving family.

As he watched over his queens and sons, a sense of contentment washed over him. He had everything he had ever dreamed of and more. Yet, as if sensing his need for one final affirmation of his transformation, the universe—or perhaps something more divine—decided to bestow one last gift upon him.

Jamar felt a warm, tingling sensation spread through his body, focusing on his groin. It was a feeling both familiar and strange, as if his body were once again undergoing a significant change. He looked down and realized what was happening. His infant circumcision was reversing, the skin regenerating and extending into a long, prominent foreskin. It grew and shaped into a snout-like form, symbolizing a final, potent affirmation of his masculinity and virility.

The transformation was both gentle and powerful, ensuring that Jamar’s future sexual pleasure would be even more intense and fulfilling. He felt a surge of gratitude and satisfaction, and spontaneously grunted out a large glob of pre, knowing that he had been blessed with this extraordinary gift.

Jamar walked over to the mirror, his massive form filling the frame. He looked at himself, seeing not just the physical changes but the journey he had undertaken to become who he was. His dark, chocolate skin gleamed under the soft light, his muscles and layers of fat giving him an imposing yet inviting presence.

He took a deep breath, the wetness and buildup under his new foreskin adding a pleasant, heavy scent to his groin. He ran his fingers over it, feeling the texture and the way it made every nerve on his penis sing in pleasure. A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face as he realized how complete he now felt.

Looking into the mirror, Jamar whispered a quiet, deep-voiced "fuck yeah." It was a simple affirmation, yet it carried the weight of his entire journey—the struggles, the transformations, the love, and the fulfillment. He was now the epitome of traditional masculinity, a powerful patriarch with a family that adored him and a future filled with endless possibilities.

As he turned away from the mirror and walked back to his sleeping queens and children, Jamar felt a profound sense of peace. He knew that he was ready for whatever the future held, confident in his strength, his heritage, and the unwavering love of his growing family.

Jamar smiled, thinking about putting three more babies in these dark chocolate beauties next month. He had been given the ultimate gifts of masculinity and love, and he was ready to embrace every moment of the life he had built.

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I just listened to another audio of Itto and oh my GOD I wanna release the monster that I know is inside him so badly.

I wanna tease him until he absolutely loses it. I wanna see how far I can drive him towards that edge until he snaps and loses control. I wanna see that predatory look in his eyes as he finally gets to have his way with me.

I wanna see how the tears run down his face as I overstimulate him for the umpth time. I wanna hear his needy whines and moans as he begs me to slow down or be gentler, but he knows that I won’t give him what he wants.

I want him to go absolutely batshit crazy. I don’t care if I will lose the ability to walk for a week, it will all be worth it.

But he’s still my baby and I love him very much :3

Lottie x Itto supremacy gang where y’all at⁉️🗣️

Lottttiiieeee!!!! I'm so sorry this has taken me so long to get to. I haven't forgotten the other things we talked about, either. Just have lots of shit going on right now. I hope this finds you well, my friend!

Xox Sarah xoX

~In The Heat of The Moment~

The man has a cock that looks like a fucking monster and the stamina of a beast. Asking him to rail you would be like walking up to a bear and asking for a hug.

You need to see him come undone. You want him to ravage you like the alpha he is. You want him to make you his bitch and claim you as his.

You need him to release the monster. You need him to unleash his inner beast and unleash all that pent up sexual energy.

You've never wanted someone so badly.

It's hot as fuck in your apartment. You can feel it as soon as you walk in the door. Itto is sitting on the couch. Nothing more than a cold, wet washcloth on his cock and low-hanging balls.

"H'babe. The a/c is out again. ‘S too hot to move. Sorry. How was your day?"

You look at him like he's some kind of idiot. "Did you call anyone to come out and repair it?"

"Aw, baby, you know I'm no good at stuff like that. I don't know how to explain that shit to people. Sorry. Jus' call 'em on Monday. K? In the meantime, why don't you ... get comfortable? Ehh? Ehhh?" He looks at you and winks.

"You ... oh my fucking God, Itto. It's like you're trying to get under my skin." You storm off and head for the pull-down ladder that will take you up to the attic so you can look at your a/c unit. Itto watches you climb up the ladder, your ass cheeks alternating sides as they stick out. Left, right, left, right. Itto is transfixed by the lulling movement.

You've been up there for a few minutes and he's heard nothing. It's harder than hell to move and probably just as hot.

"Babe? You ok up there? Y' need me to help?" He purposely asks quietly.

*BANG BANG BANG*

A few seconds later, the a/c kicks on and relief washes over you like a loving hug.

You hear Itto downstairs cheering for you and you assume he's doing his happy dance, too. Well, today, his nude happy dance.

Climbing down the ladder you are stopped by something sharp pressing into the flesh of your ass. You look and see Itto there, with his horns pointing right into you.

"Eet, what are you doing?"

"I'm thanking you."

"By gouging me?" You ask.

"’F that's what you wanna call it, baby. Then hell yeah. I'll gouge you." He laughs.

"I want ..." you sighed, "to cool off. In the literal and physical sense. Ok, Eet? Thanks."

He started to kiss the back of your ankles. Licking his way up to your thighs. Side to side. Leg to leg. He licked so much of the back of your thighs that you wanted to wipe it off. There were times for this. And the 110 degree weather outside wasn't making this one of those times.

"Itto, please."

"Please what, baby? Please what?" He was rubbing his hands up and down your legs, squeezing and releasing. His breath was hot, and his tongue was sloppy.

"Please stop. I don't think I can handle your ... heat right now."

He looked up at you with his mouth agape. "Are you saying ... I'm too hot for you, babe?"

"It's not ... It's the weather. It's too hot out. I'm sweating like a pig. I can't think straight. I can't ... fuck ... I can't focus on you."

"Well, I don't care about that. I just wanna make you feel good." He continued to kiss the back of your thighs, but you pulled away and headed for the bathroom.

"Hey! Where you going? Come back here!" He followed you into the bathroom where you had stripped down and started to wash your face and body with cold water. Itto stood there, still naked, watching you.

"Can you help me, Eet?"

"What do you want me to do?" He asked.

You sighed. "Just come over here and help me clean up. Can you do that? I'm burning up and need some help."

Itto walked over to you. He looked at you in the mirror. "You really want me to help you, babe?" He leaned into your ear and whispered, "You want me to ... take care of you?"

You nodded, and he began to run his hands down your back and onto your ass cheeks. He squeezed and massaged them until you started to moan.

You felt his fingers moving around the outside of your pussy. You could feel how wet you were getting. You couldn't help it. His touch was so tender. He knew exactly how to work you.

"Oh, Eet," you moaned, "I love the way you touch me. But it's ... too ... fuckin' ... hot. Ok? I worked all day. I'm tired. I just want to cool off."

Itto put his hands up in the air as if to show you he wasn't going to touch you anymore. "Fine. Fine, ok. Sorry." He sulked off to your room and sprawled out on the bed.

You finished rinsing the day off your body with the halfass job done by the washcloth and went to the kitchen for something icy and uplifting. “Cocktail,” you tell yourself.

Downing the first one like it was the very air you breathe, you poured yourself another one and thought about how Itto was trying to coerce you into having a little bit of fun with him. Then it occurs to you that it's been a few days since you two rolled around. It's just ... been ... so ... hot. You hate the heat. You hate what it does to your hair. And you know that he tries to help you out with it as much as he can, but really, all he ends up doing is smoothing down the curls that you worked so hard to get to coil. You adore him for trying, though.

Now that your place is cooling down by the minute, you finish your 2nd drink, pour one for him and another for yourself and head into the bedroom where he is still laying. Naked and pouting. Your favorite position.

"Eet, I made you something, baby. Here."

He rolls his eyes and then his body away from you.

"I'm sorry, Itto. Ok? It's just so ... fucking hot. You understand, don'cha?" You pinched his butt and ran your finger between his thighs. But he wasn't having any of it. You turned him down and he was upset about it.

"Ohh-kayy. I see what's happening here. I get it." You crawled up next to him on the bed and began kissing his back. Tugging on his hair a little bit harder with each kiss you laid down on his warm skin. "Y' still so hot, Eet. Wan' me t' cool you off?" You asked him in a gentle voice. His silence told you everything you needed to know.

You rolled him over so he was laying on his back and started slowly massaging his half-hard cock with your fingertips. He moaned softly. "Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. You know how I get when it's hot. It makes me ... cranky."

Itto shrugged and nodded. Still playing the victim hard to get.

You moved down and started sucking on his balls. One at a time. Licking and swirling your tongue around the smooth, hard flesh. "Won't you forgive me, Eet? Please?"

He looked at you and smiled. "Ehhh!!! Try again."

You quirked a brow and moved up his cock with your tongue. Licking the underside of his shaft from top to bottom, back and forth. You sucked on the tip of his cock, twirling your tongue around it. Itto started to hide the fact he was beginning to moan a little bit. His legs twitching ever so slightly. The signs were there. He was fully hard now and he wanted to shove himself into your wet mouth and fuck your face until he came down your throat. But he was being stubborn about it. No matter. You always win this game.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I love you. I love your big dick. I wanna make you feel good. Ok? Can you ... forgive me?"

He nodded. "Yeah, like I'm so easy to forgive." He averted his gaze to the window, but you knew he was smirking. You could see it all over his face. Not only that, but you know he is quick to forgive you for nearly any transgression. That's one of the many things you love about him. His giant, sweet heart.

You moved back down to his cock and took it into your mouth, gagging on it as it hit the back of your throat. You began to bob your head up and down on him, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Itto grabbed the back of your head and started to slow you down.

"Fuck! Baby ... mmm, don't ... don't go crazy now, ok?"

You looked up at him and smiled. "You want me to be gentle with you, Eet?"

Itto shook his head as you wrapped your fingers around his hard length once more and started to jerk him off so slowly. Painfully slow, in fact.

"No, no, no ... faster, babe. Please," he moaned.

"Mmm, but I thought you said you didn't want me to go crazy, Eet?"

He growled, "I lied! Fucking SPEED UP. Please, please, baby."

"Ah, ah, ah. I don't like liars, Eet. I think you need to learn a valuable lesson here. And I'll be the one who teaches you. Isn't this exciting, baby?" You giggled and bounced next to him on the bed. Your curls and tits are moving at the opposite time of your body.

Itto watched you and groaned. "You're fucking killing me, baby."

"Oh, but I have so much more in store for you, Eet." You pushed him onto his back and straddled his face. "Eat me out. Now."

He wasted no time getting started. Sucking and licking on your pussy, he started to finger you at the same time. It was heaven. You rocked back and forth on his face, feeling yourself getting wetter by the second.

"That's it, baby. Lick my clit. Oh, fuck, yes. Right there!"

Itto sucked on your clit as you bucked against him, feeling your orgasm building. "Don't stop! Oh, my God, don't fucking stop, Eet." You screamed and moaned as you came all over his mouth and chin.

"Fuck, babe. That was hot. My turn?" He asked.

You nodded and got off him. He rolled over and pulled you on top of him, your pussy resting on his cock. He pushed his hips up, rubbing himself against you. He was still rock hard and ready.

You lifted yourself up and positioned his cock at your entrance. "Mmm, you want this, Eet? You want me to fuck you, huh, on your big cock?"

"Yes, baby. Please. Please, baby. I need you so badly." He was begging now. You knew you had him right where you wanted him.

You slowly lowered yourself onto his cock. "Ahh! Oh, fuck, baby. Your cock is so big. You fill me up so good!" You started to ride him. Slowly, at first, then faster and faster.

"Fuck, baby. I'm gonna cum! Don't stop, please, baby."

"Not yet," You slowed your pace, but still rode him. "Not ... just ... yet." You punctuated your words with slamming down on his cock. He was writhing around. You could feel that he was ready to cum. That he needed to cum. But you were just in one of your moods and couldn't help yourself. You needed to tease him. It was just too fun not to.

"Baby, please. I need to cum. Please let me cum. Please, please, please!" He was crying out for it.

"Ok, Eet. You've been so patient. I think you deserve it. Cum for me, baby."

Itto thrusted his hips up into you as you rode him faster and faster. He groaned and growled as he emptied his seed inside you. You could feel it spilling out onto his balls and thighs.

"Fuck, babe. You're the best. I love you. Thank you, oh god, thank you." He panted.

But YOU, weren't done yet. You hadn't even cum yet, on his cock, anyway. So you started your movements on him again. Watching his face contort from pleasure, to "Ok, that's good baby." To "Oh-kay, I said th-th-ahhh, fuck! I said thank you, lovey." To "Babe, ya gotta ... oh shit." To "S-shit baby, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" To him crying actual tears.

You've got him so overstimulated that he can't form actual sentences together anymore. He can only make noises. His teary eyes are rolled all the way back into his head. His body is mostly lifeless, save for the involuntary twitching his legs and abdomen are doing.

"Oh, I think I'm about to cum, Eet. Don't you dare fucking stop, ok? Promise me you won't stop until I cum." You looked at his face, and he was completely checked out. So you just kept riding him until you were cumming all over him.

You laid on top of him, catching your breath. He was still inside you, and you felt his cum ooze out of you and onto him.

Itto finally came around a few minutes later and asked you, "Can we do that again, babe? But next time, I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week. Ok?"

You just laughed and playfully slapped him. "I'd love that, baby. I love you." You kissed him and fell asleep next to him.

The next morning, you woke you up to a really fucking hot apartment again. You went up to the attic again and saw that the temp was turned up on the unit. “What the …?” Then you climbed down to look at the thermostat. “90? 90 degrees!”

And you didn't know what he'd done until after he fucked you stupid.

"ITTO!!!"

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Unleash Your Inner Alpha

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Chapter 1

**Gracie POV**

"You look amazing Gracie!" My best friend Petra squealed, clasping her hands to her chest excitedly. "Remind me you have that dress next time I ask to borrow something."

I assessed my reflection in the mirror as Petra settled back onto the velvet sage-colored duvet on my large four-poster bed. She was right. The deep blue form-fitting satin dress fell about mid-thigh with slit that trailed up to just below my hip bone. The bodice clung to my waist and had a sweetheart neckline. Strappy black 4-inch heels adorned my feet. I chose to pair the look with a thick satin ribbon choker with a large tear drop black diamond and matching earrings. My long hair was left down to fall at my waist. The omega stylist teased and braided my hair for what seemed like hours, the results being a Northern look with white anemones, blue daisies, and baby's breath weaved into fishtail braids of various sizes throughout. Two evenly sized braids just above my ears were tied back with black satin ribbon. I wore little make up, showing off my clear skin and freckles. A quick brush of brown mascara helps my dark green eyes stand out, and some tinted gloss to plump my lips.

I look over at Petra who looked spectacular. True to her goth fashion, she had decided on a black oversized t-shirt dress that flowed to a stop just above her knee. Her long legs were sheathed in fishnet hose and clunky leather boots with small metal spikes swallowed her dainty feet. Her long black hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, her bangs tickling her brows. Unlike me Petra had gone all out with her make up. Eyeliner and smokey eyeshadow rimmed her eyes, foundation a couple shades lighter than her already light skin tone smudged across her face, and some matte black lip stick.

"You look pretty sexy yourself," I say with a wink. "Are you ready to head out?" We were headed to a small bar in the city that I had asked my father to rent out for the night. This ensured that the facility would be ran and guarded by pack approved guests. Renting out a venue for a private event was especially helpful since it meant that underage pups 16 and up could attend and legally drink outside of pack borders.

Other than my father, stepmother, and Petra I really didn't have any close friends. Being the Alpha's daughter meant that my 21st birthday was THE event for our pack. To appease the public, I decided on the bar idea. People would come and go as they pleased, and it wasn't restricted to just the pack. Other packs could attend as well as vampires, witches, warlocks, and other "Mythics" the humans called us.

My father somehow lined up my favorite artist to play a short surprise set in the evening and arranged for an open bar. Despite the rental time beginning at four in the afternoon, Petra and I planned to my appearance around 9. Not that anyone would notice if I no showed. That's what the open bar was for.

All day we hung around the house watching our favorite rom-coms and getting ready for the party while gloom lingered thick in the air. Neither of us dared say anything, but what if after today things were different?

Turning 21 was a big turning point for a werewolf. It marked the beginning of official adulthood as we shifted into our wolf form for the first time. Our wolves are more of a feeling or mood until our first shift. When we shift and our fur color is revealed, we receive our rank. Black or white fur indicates an Alpha, dark grey or golden brown identifies Betas and Gammas, and omegas look like your average wolf. Alphas, Betas, and Gammas tend to be larger than omegas as well.

I'm older than Petra by four months. This means that not only will I be shifting first, but I will also be finding my mate this year, while Petra will have to wait until next year's Mate's Solstice since you have to be 21 at the time of the solstice to feel the mate pull, and that's only if your mate is in attendance as well. I sighed inwardly. I guess it really doesn't matter now that I'm to be mated to the King regardless.

Petra and I had done everything together since the first day we had met in kindergarten. From first sleep-over to first dance. In fifth grade we made a vow to save ourselves for our mates. Neither of us had even been kissed. I'd decided not to tell her. Keeping the secret from her manifested guilt that only grew as time passed. It was getting harder everyday as the future I'd try to ignore became my present all to quickly.

We walked through the Alpha's mansion, my home, and climbed into the limo that waited for us at the bottom of the stone entry steps. The driver helped us both in before walking around climbing into the driver's seat. As we travelled through the pack grounds, we made small talk guessing who we would see there and who we hoped we wouldn't. Once we crossed the border and started coasting down the highway the driver informed us that we would be arriving in about 15 minutes. I watched through the window as rural landscapes slowly faded from livestock and greenery to gradually taller and taller buildings and more and more lights.

A few minutes later the limo pulled up to the front of a small brick building that had been painted grey. The bouncer removed the velvet barrier to let us in.

"Happy Birthday Ms. Thewton." He said, dipping his head in greeting as we entered.

"Shh! Let's not make a big deal of things. Let's just all have a good night." I said waving my hand as if to brush his words away.

"Sorry miss!" I heard him call softly after me.

Petra elbowed us a path through the crowd and ordered us both shots. We were a few shots in when we decided to go to the small dance floor. We danced for several upbeat songs, and we even joined in a few line dances. Between songs we would refill our drinks and take more shots. Suddenly the room erupted in applause, and I registered the chords to my favorite song. I guess it was time for the surprise set. The tempo for this song is much slower than the songs we had been dancing to.

Couples around me moved closer together and began swaying in little circles around the dance floor. As I was turning to leave my ankle rolled and I lost my balance. Before I could hit the floor a strong arm wrapped around my waist and another hand grasped my hand. I was pulled up against a strong, sculpted chest. The smell of sandalwood and rain assaulted my nose and I gulped softly as my gaze wandered up a black button down before connecting with a pair of soft golden-brown eyes. The eyes widened in wonder before his arms wrapped around me again, this time holding me close against him. I started to push away, but as soon as he started to sway to the slow beat, I instantly felt my body relax.

The floor starts to spin, and I instantly realize there is no way I'm in any condition to shift tonight. Resolving to stay inside and to hopefully sneak off and shift another night this week, I signaled the bartender wading through the crowd and grab two shots. I hand one to my dance partner and we toast before downing the burning liquid and handing the test-tube shaped glasses back.

"Happy Birthday to me!" I shout up at him before blacking out.

Chapter 2

**Alpha Shaun POV**

I gazed at the woman next to me. Her hair reminded me of brush fire, the curly red strands setting the pillow case aflame as the locks tumbled across the sheets. I stroked her cheek softly, pulling back when she stirred, turning her face into my touch.

Sparks lingered on my fingers where our skin had made contact. This was the woman haunting my dreams. And now, she was mine.

I kissed her forehead softly before lightly brushing my thumb across her lips and getting up from the bed. I thought about the love we made the night before. From what I could recollect, the first time was awkward and drunken. Too late had I realized she was a virgin.

After both having slept some of the alcohol away, we had gone again, this time felt more natural. She had responded to my every touch, and her noises of pleasure had quickly sent my wolf spiraling out of control. I felt my eyes darken as he pushed his way forward.

I'd never felt him this out of control. I took her over and over again until we both fell asleep tangled together late into the night.

As the first light of the morning creeped through the window, I locate my clothes and get dressed quietly.

Glancing towards the sleeping goddess of my dreams I slipped off the thin gold chain I wore around my neck and removed the small, plain wedding band. It had been my mother's. My mother had passed away when I was 16. It seemed that one day she got sick and only got worse. Within months my mother was bedridden and frail, before the year was up, she was gone...

Seeing my own father suffer the anguish of losing a mate was unbearable. I buried myself into school to avoid having to be around him. I placed the band on the bedside table and walked out of the door.

In 2 months I'm supposed to be marrying Gracie Thewton if she doesn't find her mate at the Mate's Solstice. My wolf whined sadly at me as I walked down the hall, away from the unknown beauty. 'I feel it too.' I assure him.

They say if the bond is strong enough you can feel some muted effect if mates are in close proximity up to the time of the Solstice. Deep down my wolf and I knew this girl was our Chosen mate that the Moon Goddess, Selene, selected just for me.

I had decided long ago to never claim my Chosen mate. At 29, I had never attended a single one of the past seven of the Mate's Solstices I could have. There was no need. I would never experience what my father went through. Eventually, the grief had killed him.

Still, seeing the love my parents shared throughout my childhood, I respected the Chosen mate bond. It's said to be the most intimate relationship anyone can experience.

It wasn't fair to the girl that I had chosen this path and that we'd never share the bond the way the Goddess intended. I was hoping that by leaving the ring that she'd at least get to remember a small bit of the time we shared together.

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**Gracie POV**

I woke up to the sun spilling across my face. I groaned as I sat up slowly. My head was pounding. I looked around the room as it slowly began to come into focus. The sleek white and grey features and dark black stained wood.

This was certainly not my room.

*bzzzzzzz bzzzzz bzzzzzz bzzzzz* I heard my phone going off somewhere across the room. The sheets slide off of me as I roll of the bed and stumble over to the sound.

The cold air hits my naked skin. I shiver, not only from the cold, but from the thought of why I was naked.

What happened last night? I remember the bar, I remember dancing. There was a man, I couldn't recall his face, but I remember he smelled delicious. Like sandalwood and rain.

After rifling through my handbag I found my phone. 56 missed calls. I am so dead.

I checked the call record. My nerves calmed instantly when I saw most of calls were from Petra, and 54 of the calls had been made last night. I guess that's what time I stepped out.

The other two calls had been from my father earlier this morning, and just now, Hudson, Petra's twin and my ex-boyfriend.

We hadn't spoken much more than curt greetings in public in months. Why is he calling me?

We ended things about a year prior. It hadn't gone well. We started unofficially dating when we were 13. We weren't allowed to date that young, but also, most werewolves really don't officially date before they find a mate.

Most wolves prefer to save themselves for their mates, however it wasn't uncommon not to wait to have sex. Hudson and I both wanted to wait, but we also enjoyed being with each other. We never did more than hold hands, and once he kissed my cheek three years ago after seeing how distraught I was when I agreed to marry King Shaun.

At first we stayed together anyway.

We'd promised long ago that we'd both attend our first Mate's Solstice and if neither of us found our Chosen mates we'd pick each other as our Destined mates. Except I'd robbed him of that.

My choice put a strain on our relationship. He started distancing himself from me. One night I had gone over to his house to speak to him. Petra had let me in not knowing what I would find. Knocking on the door to his bedroom and entering at the same time, I saw Hudson and a girl from that our school who was just a grade below us. She was straddling his lap, her hands were grasping his hair while his hands were roaming over her back and hips as they noisily made out at his desk. I just turned and walked out. We never had to officially end things because we were never official.

Clutching my phone to my chest I turned on my heel and stalked to the bathroom. I sat the phone down on the grey marble counter and turned the shower faucet to scalding hot. I didn't need to remember everything to understand what had happened last night, my aching pelvis and lower abdominal regions giving me a hint as to the events that transpired after I had blacked out.

I quickly showered using the travel sized soaps provided by the hotel. Once I dried off I called the front desk to bring me a toothbrush. I had also asked to settle the bill for check out, but I was told to stay as long as I needed, the room was paid for as long as I needed it.

Shocked, I thanked her and said she could cancel the account further and call maid service as I would be leaving shortly. I went to hang up the receiver and noticed a golden band on the table next to the phone. Carefully I picked it up and put it on my ring finger on my right hand.

It fit perfectly. So I kept it on. I didn't see a note, but somehow I felt like the ring had been left for me.

After brushing my teeth and swapping the plushy hotel robe for my dress, I grabbed my heels by their straps and swung the satchel strap of my handbag over my shoulder as I walked barefoot out of the hotel room.

I pulled out my phone to call Petra. I needed to let her know I was okay. She had texted me earlier in the morning that she had covered for me but that I needed to get home as soon as possible.

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justmestone · 2 months ago

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Street Fighter: Legacy of Warriors (Part 1: Prologue)

Context: Umm...I can explain. This is part of a Street Fighter fanfic that I want to post on Wattpad in the future and now am posting on here just for the sake of it. In the most basic of terms, this is my adaptation of Street Fighter 2 and will take elements from the games, mostly SFII and Alpha 3, and also WILL reference things from the movies and there will be a homage to one of the memes from the TV show. Also, I have my OC in here: His name is Jake and he is essentially Ryu and Ken's best friend who trained with them since childhood and he has a crush on Chun-Li.

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Field of Fate, Australia - Years ago

The rain poured down relentlessly, driven by the fierce wind. The blades of grass in the fields swayed violently, echoing the howling of the wind. In the midst of the tumultuous storm, the resounding clap of thunder filled the air, punctuated by a brilliant flash of lightning in the distance. Amidst this dramatic stage, two formidable figures emerged - Ryu and Sagat.

Ryu, a young warrior, stood tall with his brown hair and piercing eyes framed by a white gi. A black belt was cinched around his waist, and a vibrant red bandana fluttered around his forehead, catching the gusts of wind. In contrast, Sagat commanded a dominating presence, towering over Ryu with his imposing and muscular build. His bald head gleamed in the stormy light, and he was clad in purple Muay Thai trunks with yellow trim, accentuated by tight hand and foot wraps. An unmistakable black eye patch concealed his right eye.

"Ryu, right?" Sagat chuckled. "I've heard a little about you during the tournament."

Ryu remained silent but Sagat still kept his composure. "I just want to know your name so I can write on your tombstone."

"...Ryu," Ryu replied.

"The other fighters were disappointing, especially Eagle, so please make this fight worth it."

Ryu clenched his fists and prepared his stance. "I will." were the two words he spoke before the fight began.

Ryu and Sagat fought with all of their might. They clashed against each other and released punches and kicks so powerful that they had the ability to nearly shake the earth.

"I hope I haven't disappointed you so far!" Ryu said as he had managed to get Sagat knocked down for a while.

Sagat wiped the blood from his lips and he rose. "You're enjoying this, correct? But do not think I'm going to let someone like you HUMILIATE ME!!!"

Ryu unleashed a kick but Sagat used his Muay Thai abilities to get the upper hand and jump forward and rammed into his opponent with his knee. Ryu groaned as he hit the ground and coughed a little. Sagat grinned a little and said, "You have a lot to learn before you challenge me, kiddo. Here." he outstretched his hand. "Let me help you up."

However, Sagat's offer of help was sadly shunned as he noticed Ryu getting up on his knees and his left fist clenching. He felt a dark aura pulsating from Ryu and nothing could prepare him for Ryu turning towards him and attacking with a surprise uppercut, shouting, "SHORYUKEN!!!!"

Ryu's fist cut across Sagat's chest and the Muay Thai fighter fell to the ground, the cut on his chest pouring blood all around. The reporters and spectators that were spectating the fight ran to check on both the fighters and Ryu could only ponder what the surge of energy that he felt was. One of the reporters felt Sagat's pulse and said, "He's alive but this wound seems to be big."

Meanwhile, Sagat, while his body was unconscious, his inner self thought, "What? What was that power? That boy was saving all that power at the last moment, just to humiliate me in front of all that worship me?! Hear this, Ryu: I will return one day, and I will destroy you!!"

Now begins:

Street Fighter: Legacy of Warriors by Stone Newhouse

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wickedeyegurl-blog · 1 year ago

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Dear God,

Please send me the motivation and willpower to continue this life. I'm on the edge of nothingness at the moment and somehow I'm trying to get out of it.

Kiddingggg...

I just need to be the alpha female again hhaaah

I've been there. And I need to go back again.

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Yung narerealized ko na no matter how good I am to other, nakakapagod din pala umintindi at intindihin sila.

When they are not good situation, you were there for them to help them, which is good kasi, atleast you manage to save a life.

Pero.. how about you, bruuhh?? Nauubos ka din. Nadri-drain. Kahit anong sabi mo sa sarili mo na "you'll be fine" but in totality, you're not. Imagine? You manage to imprison all your monsters inside and your good in holding it. Then eventually, bigla silang lalabas na naman kasi you let your wall down.

So, I guess. I need to be this snail again and hide myself. Unleash my inner goth and forget the society muna.

Thanks and Goodbye, Earth.

#selflove #art #commish

#sketch #drawing #style

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zoroisminty · 4 months ago

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the only bit i really don't like about phase 7 is that moonflower chick. honestly- LAY OFF MY MURDOC BITCH. *ahem* sorry about that. she ticks me off fr and I know exactly why...

MY INNER ALPHA IS UNLEASHING MOONFLOWER YOU BETTER RUN OR ELSE. 🐺🐺

Rating Murdocs.

Phase 1-

MMMMMng ffucking hell. Love this guy. Look at him. Classic, stylish, very nice. VERY nice.

9/10

Phase 2-

Daddy- sorry- daddy- soryy. Yeah he's definitely daddy as hell. Would suck him off. The perfect Murdoc, honestly.

10/10

Phase 3-

Y'all already know how much I like Phase 3. This extends to Murdoc. I need him. Carnally. I want him. He's awful terrible and he's losing his mind and I want him so much soooooooo much please yes.

100/10

Phase 4-

He's alright. Phase 4 is kinda. Uh. We got to see his penis for a bit lol. That's all I remember.

5/10

Phase 5-

He was in prison. I want to be his bitch. Also he worked out in prison so. Like. Hot.

9/10

Phase 6-

Out of prison. Still kinda hot actually TBH. He has a little bit of swag somehow. A little bit of pizzazz. Piss ass.

7/10

Phase 7-

I want to beat him to death with a stick.

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ladyartemesia · 4 years ago

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The Kiss

◐ PART VIII of THE ALPHA ◐

◐ Series Masterlist ◐

◐ Part I ◐ Part II ◐ Part III ◐ Part IV ◐ Part V ◐ Part VI ◐ Part VII ◐

Pairing: Alpha Werewolf Jimin x Omega Reader

Rating: Hard Mature 18+ (for this installment)

Warnings: this one is a little darker, descriptions of violence, ABO sexual dynamics including discussion of scenting, marking, mating, and claiming, strong sexual innuendo, discussion of violence relating to ritual combat, possessive behavior, injuries and discussion of injuries, lots of people have, use and are threatened by knives, kidnapping and drugging, its not as bad as it sounds, but it is definitely a bit darker…

Word Count: 4250

Author’s Note: I said it before but it bears repeating...You have no idea what your support has meant to me. Truly your asks and your messages and comments…they made me so happy. You made me believe that people wouldn’t forget about this story. I am so grateful you were able to wait. As many of you know I faced a medical emergency recently and you were all so lovely. The best followers on this site and I MEAN that. As always, my angels @ppersonna @xjoonchildx and @untaemedqueen were (and continue to be) the best betas and the best friends anyone could ask for. My thanks to ALL of you for helping me bring this story to life! I don’t know what I would do without your daily encouragement and your daily support. You guys are the heartbeat of this story. It wouldn’t be here without you.

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Two Years Ago

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Centuries ago the moon goddess stumbled across her human soulmate while he was sleeping. Struck by his beauty, but reluctant to reveal her identity, the goddess began to visit him in his dreams where she could hide her true form and appear before him as a mortal woman.

In the world of dreams their love flourished and from that blessed union the packs were born…

The wolf nations celebrated this sacred romance every ten years during the Festival of the Lover’s Moon…

The day of the festival was spent eating and drinking and dancing at large parties, but when the sun went down… well—

That’s when things got really interesting.

On the night of Lover’s Moon the young unmated wolves of the pack were permitted to commemorate this legendary love story in a decidedly scandalous manner.

The unmated men assumed the role of the goddess’s sleeping lover—they were blindfolded (to represent slumber) and led into a large sectioned off area of the dark forest to ‘wait and dream.’

Unmated she-wolves over the age of maturity (eighteen) took herbal scent suppressors and ventured out into that very same forest in order to anonymously ‘visit’ the young men ‘in their dreams’...

The rules for what exactly that meant were pretty fast and loose which was why Min Yoongi was thanking the goddess and every other deity he could think of that Yunli was still seventeen.

“But I will be eighteen in two days! Please can’t I just—“

“No. Absolutely not under any circumstances ever.”

“But Yoonji is going!”

“Ji-ah is nearly nineteen and has never been interested in any of the snotty little man-pups of our pack.” He snorted. “She’s probably going out just so she can shove a bunch of them in the lake.”

“I wouldn’t count on it,” Yunli mumbled irritably.

Kim Taehyung yawned idly and snuggled into the cozy little pallet he prepared at the base of his favorite tree. The blindfold he and all the other unmated ‘lovers’ wore was made from witchcloth and could not be removed while the sun was down—so he had snuck into the forest earlier to set everything up.

Now all he had to do was wait until—

“H-Hi Taehyung.”

Oh sh—

“Uh. Hello...Miss.”

Taehyung didn’t recognize the owner of that voice, but he knew for sure who it wasn’t.

“I was hoping to find you tonight.”

This is not good.

“Well I’m—I’m flattered… naturally but—”

She touched his hand and he squeaked.

“I was thinking you and I might get to know each other a little bet—eep!”

The sharp point of a custom blade pressed directly into the unfortunate young beta girl’s pulse point.

“Are you lost, puppy?”

A heavy cloak obscured the newcomer’s features, but there was no mistaking her meaning.

Taehyung bit his lip to keep from snorting as the poor she-wolf scrambled away.

“Ji-ah,” he tsked with feigned disapproval, “that wasn’t very nice.”

Min Yoonji grinned as she sheathed her wicked looking dagger and slid languidly into his arms.

“You don’t like nice girls, Kim Taehyung.”

“I like you,” he whispered breathlessly against her lips. “Nice or not—it doesn't matter to me…” His hands slid greedily over her soft curves—pulling her closer till he felt the beat of her heart against his own. “I’ll like anything as long as it’s you.”

This was the stupidest idea in the history of stupid ideas.

Jimin huffed as he struggled to find a comfortable position against the giant boulder he’d chosen as his perch.

Why did I let Taehyung talk me into this?

He could be at home—in bed—comfortably sleeping off the all-day feast he’d indulged in.

Instead he was out in the middle of the forest sitting blindfolded on a rock in the off chance that one of the she-wolves was out looking for him.

Not bloody likely.

Not when prime targets like Namjoon, Hoseok, Jungkook—and countless others—were scattered throughout the woods.

“Park Jimin?”

Every hair on Jimin’s body stood on end.

It was a soft whisper—the speaker clearly didn’t want her voice to be recognized, yet something about the sound sent a curious frisson of interest down his spine.

He gulped.

“Yes… that’s me. But if you’re looking for Hoseok he’s just a little deeper in. You probably caught his scent downwind so—”

“I’m not looking for Hoseok.”

Jimin licked his lips and the sight of it sparked a odd curl of heat in the pit of your belly.

“I don’t know where anyone else is…”

“That’s quite alright.” A muted shuffle of movement reached his ears as you settled down beside him. “I was looking for you.”

“Oh…” He rubbed the back of his neck idly. “Are you sure?”

Laughter like fairy bells whispered through the air and Jimin felt his heart clench.

Don’t get your hopes up.

“Who are you?”

You were silent for a long time and then—

“I am someone who owes you a debt. One I have never been able to repay.”

Jimin’s head tilted curiously as he considered your words.

“I’m sorry, miss… you must be mistaken. There isn’t—“

“You don’t remember.”

It was a statement—not a question. Your voice was nearer now. He could feel the warmth of your body close to his—though not quite touching. “It was your wolf that saved me. But you had not gone through the Change yet.”

Familiar shame spiked sharply in his chest.

“I’m seven years past the Change...Why have you never mentioned this before?”

“Circumstances prevented me from doing so.”

There was a cold finality to your pronouncement—which of course did nothing but further inflame his curiosity.

“Then why come to me now?”

“I’ve come to repay you.”

Jimin’s mouth dropped open.

Were you trying to—?!

“Oh—no please that-that’s not necessary—I could never take advantage of—”

You giggled again.

“I am not offering my body, Park Jimin.”

Jimin breathed a heavy sigh of relief then shook his head with a wry chuckle.

“Well considering the circumstances I can hardly be blamed for assuming you might be. And honestly most men would jump at the chance to—”

“You...are not most men.”

Jimin’s eyes narrowed beneath his blindfold.

“Little she-wolf—I may not be wrestling bears for fun or bare knuckle boxing in the town square, but I am still an alpha.”

The weight of his command poured over your body as he spoke the last word. There was no order or intent—he had simply given you a taste of his power.

Aside from your direct blood relatives, no alpha had ever dared unleash their compel in your presence—therefore you were utterly unprepared for the effect it had on you—

Utterly unprepared for the strange surge of want so potent and profound that it stole the breath from your body.

It was primal—invigorating—

Sensual.

You and your wolf may not have been entirely connected yet, but she was suddenly quite vocal about her desire to fully bask in Park Jimin’s attention.

A wicked grin played over his lips as he leaned in closer and you could almost feel the soft brush of his lips against your cheek.

“Did you think I would not desire the touch of a beautiful woman in the moonlight?” he whispered.

Please touch me, Alpha.

Your eyes widened.

Dear goddess. Your inner wolf was turning out to be a shameless hussy.

“You might desire it, but you are far too honorable to accept it as payment for a debt.”

Jimin drew back warily.

You were correct of course. After all he had refused you when he believed that was your intent but—

“How could you know that?”

Evade. Evade now.

“Well... how could you know I was beautiful? You’re blindfolded.”

He shrugged and your wolf took careful note of the way it made all the pretty muscles in his back and shoulders ripple.

He will give us such strong—

Oh boy.

He will do no such thing. Please calm down.

“Not everything must be seen with your eyes.”

Is that how you found me? All those years ago...

Questions churned chaotically beneath your consciousness but you dared not give voice to them.

Focus.

“I must repay this debt. Ask for what you want and—if it is in my power—I swear it will be yours.”

Jimin smiled again, but this time it was somehow softer. For a moment he looked almost…

Sad.

“I’m afraid that the only thing I have ever wanted is not within your power to give...and I dare not ask you or anyone else for it.”

For her.

He sighed and drew even farther away from you—in fact it seemed like he was preparing to leave.

No.

Your hand reached out almost of it's its own accord and wrapped tightly around his wrist. The contact sent a shock of searing heat through his veins and he froze.

“Please alpha. It is not acceptable for someone like me—” a leader, a Luna, “—to owe another my life and offer nothing in return. You must let me pay my debt.”

Omega, his wolf growled, sweet perfect omega.

Suppressors may have hidden your scent, but the siren song of an omega pleading prettily in his ear was unmistakable—irresistible…

“What if all I want is your name?”

You sighed deeply.

“I cannot give you that. My name is… not mine to offer.”

Jimin laughed.

“A woman I cannot remember with a name I cannot know and whose face I cannot see.” He shook his head. “Perhaps you are just a figment of my imagination.”

It was hard to explain what happened next...For whatever reason his words cut you deeply and you were overcome with the desire—no need—to refute them somehow.

“I’m real enough,” you whispered, bringing his hand to your cheek.

Jimin was genuinely beginning to wonder if you were a witch as well as a she-wolf. Being close to you was intoxicating and the urge to draw you in was steadily overpowering every other thought.

“Could I ask you for a kiss, then?”

“You—...You saved my life and all you want... is a kiss?”

The air grew heavier as the strange magnetic pull between you swelled to a silent inescapable crescendo.

“In Seoul I often searched for someone who could ease my loneliness, yet each time I walked away emptier than before.” His thumb brushed gently over your lips and your eyes fluttered shut. “I have never had a kiss that meant anything to me.”

But yours might.

It was unclear who moved first, whether he pulled you to him or you surged forward but when your bodies aligned and your lips met his for the first time it was as if you had never been separate from one another.

As if you had always been deeply—intimately —together.

The indescribable feel of him lit over your senses like a struck match. It was an ignition in the purest sense of the word— a fiery visceral awakening fueled by a consuming flood of desire.

Yes, Alpha.

He might never see your face or hear your name, but Jimin knew he would remember the taste of you for the rest of his life. It was hot and bright like liquid sunshine— a pure relentless light flowing through him where there was once only darkness.

A soft needy moan rose up from your chest and he growled in primal satisfaction as you melted against him.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt of their own accord, desperately trying to bring him closer until he wrapped his arms around you in a heated embrace.

“Please,” he begged breathlessly against your mouth. “Please tell me who you are.”

The words crashed over you like a bucket of ice —dousing the hazy pleasure of his kiss with a cold bite of reality. Suddenly you were wrenching yourself away from him and your wolf whimpered in misery at the loss of his touch.

“I can’t,” you whispered.

And then you were gone.

“Did someone hurt you?”

You looked up to find Jin taking in your tears with cold fury.

Twin knives were already gleaming dangerously in his hands and he appeared ready to filet whichever bastard was foolish enough to make you cry.

“No,” you sniffed—well aware of how pitiful you were at the moment—crying in the corner of your cousin’s kitchen. “I got myself into this mess without any help—as usual.”

Jin sighed and slid down next to you.

“Tell me.”

“Something happened that I…I didn’t intend.”

“Oh I knew that already. The Luna isn’t supposed to be running around on the night of Lover’s Moon in a forest full of blind horny wolves—“

You snorted and shook your head.

“You’re absolutely right. I should have stayed away.”

Jin’s eyes narrowed and he wondered if perhaps you had caught Kim Namjoon with another omega. Nothing would be official until after the Change of course, but your bond with him was basically a foregone conclusion at this point.

“You went looking for someone...didn’t you.”

You nodded miserably—all but confirming his fears. He made a mental note to push Namjoon in the swamp at the next available opportunity.

“You know... the stories say that a Luna is powerfully drawn to her mate under the Lover’s Moon—that her wolf can sense him even before the Change.” He reached over and gently began to brush the tears from your eyes. “So it’s not surprising that you sought him out, but it’s not really fair to hold whatever it is you saw against him. There is no relationship between you yet and…” he chuckled, “kisses beneath festival moonlight don’t really mean anything anyways.”

It was clear that Jin had somehow gotten the entirely wrong impression, but perhaps that was for the best.

No one knew of your connection to Jimin and no one had seen what passed between you.

Still…

Something about his assessment stung you.

“You really believe that? ...That a kiss exchanged tonight means nothing?”

“I do.” Jin spoke with conviction. “There’s ancient magic at play in those woods. You can’t always trust what you see—or what you feel.”

“Oh I...I didn’t know…”

After a moment you laid your head against his shoulder and let the last of your tears run silently down your cheek.

“Jin-ah have you ever wanted something you knew you couldn’t have?”

“Yes.” He sighed heavily and pulled you in to snuggle a bit closer. “When I was younger I dreamed of having a mate just like everyone else…”

The words were so softly spoken—almost wistful. Your heart splintered just hearing them.

“But… she could be out there—your mate.”

Jin shook his head.

“When is the last time you heard of a female alpha?”

Fresh tears welled up in your eyes.

“Jin…”

“Hey,” he whispered, “don’t waste your crying on me. I’ve long since come to terms with who and what I am.”

“You’re not sad anymore?”

“Well… maybe sometimes I am… but I had to accept that people like us are not like everyone else. Our destinies were written long before we were born.”

“And you believe you’re destined to be alone?”

“Wolves in a pack are never really alone.”

“Yes...but they can be lonely,” you whispered thinking back to Jimin’s words.

For a moment Jin’s eyes were the saddest you had ever seen them.

“Well...I suppose they can.” Then he chuckled and gave your nose an affectionate little tap. “But you don’t need to worry about that. When the time comes Namjoon will take his place at your side and the two of you will build a wonderful life together... Isn’t that what you want?”

Isn’t it?

Your treacherous thoughts drifted back to the boy in the moonlight—to the way your body sang when he touched you and the strange insatiable desire to know him and be known by him in return.

“Please...Tell me who you are.”

A heavy ache settled in your heart.

You were the Luna of the mountain nations. A true born moon princess.

You could never be the woman who kissed Park Jimin underneath the stars.

You were not like everybody else.

“...Yes. That is what I want.”

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Now

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Jimin’s heart pounded as he tore through the dark paths of the wood with Taehyung, Yoongi, and Jungkook close behind.

He had never led an attack—had never been trained to command wolves in battle.

It was his first true test of leadership and he hadn’t even been a leader for twenty-four hours.

Yet the fears and anxieties that might have normally clouded his mind were notably absent.

There was only you.

Ironically Jimin owed Namjoon yet another debt—this time for explaining what exactly someone like him was capable of.

The alpha Jin captured had given up their plan and position after being exposed to Jimin’s unique gifting, so he had a concrete target in his mind… He suspected however, that your captors had taken precautions after leaving some of their men behind. They had shifted their camp.

But it wouldn’t be enough to save them.

Jimin didn’t need your location to find you.

He spent years refusing to look at you, and even then he always knew exactly where you were. He could sense you in any crowd—hear your voice in a thousand.

Once it had tormented him cruelly to be so aware of you.

Now it was the only thing keeping him sane.

He followed the connection between his heart and yours like a lifeline and it guided him as surely as the stars.

The alphas followed him without question.

If any of them harbored lingering doubts before, they were firmly laid to rest after what they saw at the cottage. No ordinary wolf could do what he had done.

The Alpha would bring back their Luna and retribution would be swift indeed.

The drugs in your system kept swinging you in and out of lucidity like a nightmarish pendulum. You tried to shift after the initial nausea faded, but whatever they gave you kept your wolf caged beneath your skin.

Jimin

The longing you felt for your mate was the only thing tethering you to reality. You could almost hear him echoing in the far corners of your mind—

I’m coming Omega—hold on.

I’ll find you.

Part of you recognized that his voice was likely nothing more than the wistful creation of your drug-addled mind, still you clung to it like the last shred of hope while the minutes (or hours) flew past.

Chaos clouded your thoughts even in clearer moments as many unavoidable concerns forced their way through the haze.

Jin was at the house with you when they broke in. You had no way of knowing if he survived.

The men who took you were crass and irreverent. Their eyes followed your form with too much interest and too little respect.

It was starting to get cold and (due to you nearly dismembering a high council member and needing to be compelled unconscious) you were still wearing a thin white ceremonial dress which offered very little protection from the elements.

You wondered idly if your idiot captors would let you freeze to death before they accomplished whatever it was they took you for. They clearly needed you for something or you would have been long dead by now.

None of them struck you as particularly brilliant planners so the mastermind must be somewhere else...

Frankly the entire situation was as puzzling as it was troubling. Iron Claw had always gotten along well with your pack.

Technically they were (almost) what the human governments called a vassal state. The presence of a Luna determined the dominant pack in a region and the Luna of the mountain nations had been born into Silver Fang—your pack—for the last thousand years or so.

Why would they challenge us now?

The birth of a Luna indicated that the goddess had chosen that pack to lead. Their willingness—not only to kidnap you—but to go against the dominant pack by doing so was alarming to say the least.

A sudden explosion of movement and sound interrupted your contemplation. Motion erupted all around you—boots pounding on the ground, men falling into their wolf forms, knives being drawn…

You lifted your head—straining forward to see the source of the commotion—and nearly collapsed in relief when you finally did.

Alpha

Your mate stood at the edge of the camp flanked by two enormous black wolves.

A deadly looking jingum sword gleamed dangerously in his right hand. You recognized it immediately as your great-grandfather’s combat blade—the thousand year-old weapon of the Silver Fang Alphas.

Relief flooded your chest all over again at the sight of it. Only Jin could have given him that sword—which meant he was still alive.

The black wolves—Yoongi and Jungkook—snarled viciously but made no move to attack.

Your captors were still scrambling into some sort of combat formation when Jimin finally spoke.

“You have violated our sacred laws, trespassed in sovereign pack lands, kidnapped a Luna under the protection of our goddess, abducted the mate of the Silver Fang Alpha, and risked open war between our peoples.” He took a single step forward. “Surrender now and I will be merciful.”

The biggest of your captors—a man you recognized as the de facto leader—spat viciously on the ground.

“You are not my Alpha,” he growled.

A cold—almost cruel—smile twisted over Jimin’s lips.

“Very well.”

Then he dropped to one knee and a massive grey wolf—Taehyung—leapt over his head and tore out the defiant leader’s throat before he even hit the ground.

Your mouth dropped open.

Bangtan formation.

Yoongi and Jungkook lunged forward in opposite directions, tackling their targets to the forest floor in a bloody clash of teeth and claws.

One of the larger Iron Claw alphas half-shifted and charged Jimin but his arm shot out lightning fast, catching his attacker by the throat to send him flying through the air into a tree.

The next several minutes could only be described as terrifyingly beautiful.

It was immediately clear that Jimin had been holding back when he fought Namjoon.

He dispatched his opponents with such elegant savagery it was almost art.

You were so mesmerized watching Jimin sensually sword dance his way through a dozen alphas nearly twice his size that you almost missed Taehyung’s wolf rushing over with a dagger clenched between his teeth.

Luna are you okay?

You grinned and held up your rope-bound wrists.

“I’ll be better once you pass me that knife.”

Taehyung nodded once and dropped the blade at your feet before tackling another wolf that was tearing towards the two of you.

You sawed through the ties around your ankle first then twisted your arms to try and slice through the restraints on your wrist.

The Iron Claw wolves were clearly no match for Jimin and his alphas.

Jungkook and Yoongi chased after the few who were trying to run while Taehyung half-shifted to subdue the handful of wolves left alive as prisoners. Only Jimin continued to fight as the last three of your captors still standing took turns being slammed into the dirt by his strikes.

He was clearly capable of dispatching them, but you were fairly convinced that you would die if you had to stay away from him for another second. The ropes, however, were surprisingly thick and the angle you were cutting them at wasn’t the best. If only—

You were almost free when you saw it.

One of your captors had pulled a hunting javelin from their supply wagon. He must have hid himself at the onset of the fight, but now he was comfortably concealed by the shadows—and taking aim at Jimin.

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

The attacker appeared to handle the weapon with familiarity. He was too far back—too well hidden—Jimin would never see him in time—

The last cord around your wrist snapped and you were on your feet, pushing through the combined haze of fury and sedatives to charge the wolf who dared attack your mate.

By the time he saw you it was far too late.

Under the effects of the drug your aim was a little skewed but you weren’t Kim Seokjin’s cousin for nothing.

One clean flick of your wrist and the dagger shot through the air, burying itself between the brute’s shoulder blades—all the way to the hilt.

His body fell to the ground just as Jimin sent the last of your captors careening into a pile of previously defeated foes.

For a moment all was quiet.

Then your eyes locked across the distance and everything around you sharpened to a single whispered word.

“Jimin.”

He had run non-stop for miles and torn apart a dozen wolves to get to your side—no amount of space between you now was tolerable.

The sword clattered to the forest floor as he moved toward you—desperate to feel you—to wrap himself around you and know that you were safe.

What happened next was as natural as breathing.

You opened to him and he lifted you into his arms, taking your lips in a hot unrepentant kiss.

Fire exploded across your senses, burning away everything but the touch and taste of him. Every part of you was at once fiercely and gloriously alive. Desperate moans passed between you as he licked into your mouth—a dark primal promise of the pleasure he would take between your thighs.

“Alpha,” you whimpered, too delirious with want to manage anything else.

Suddenly Jimin’s eyes shot open. His hands flew to cup your face, searching it with a mixture of realization and disbelief.

“You… It was you.”

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arans-princess · 4 years ago

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HEY FUCKER I'M YOUR SECRET SANTA SO I HOPE YOU LIKE THE FIC!You won’t know the character you got till the end so sit tight!

ABO, BREEDING KINK, CNC, PRIMAL, OUTDOOR SEX

Your feet hit the icy ground in a sprint, dashing further and further into the forest, desperately trying to get away. Faster, faster, push harder the mantra repeats in your head as you make your mad dash out of the house.

You see, your heat came sooner than expected, and your alpha was away. You had handled heats without him before, so this is nothing new. You locked the doors, closed the windows and the curtains, got your toys and went to work. You were in the middle of bringing yourself to completion for the fifth or sixth time today, but they were all for naught- they just poured gasoline into your flaming body. Suddenly, you heard scratching at your front door, then knocking, then pounding.

It just seemed to get louder and louder as time progressed, and it was distracting, so you put down your toys briefly and went to your window, opened it, and yelled for the intruder to leave. Big mistake. Once you opened the window, the smell of an alpha’s rut hit you like a truck. It was a deep minty musk, one that caused more slick to gush down your legs. You caught his attention immediately, but thankfully you were on the second floor, so he couldn't come up to your room. Unfortunately, the confirmation that there was an omega in heat in this home was all he needed to double down his efforts to get the door open.

Panicked, you slammed your window shut again and tried to find a place to hide. You knew if you left the safety of the home, you wouldn't beat him in a foot race. He was much larger and stronger than you- faster too. You would never be able to outrun him or fight him off- your only option was to hide, so you did. You darted into the bathroom, locking the door behind you, and then slid under the sink. You closed the doors to the cabinet behind you and held them shut as you tried to catch your breath.

The pounding soon turned into slamming, and then it suddenly stopped. It was far too quiet for comfort, then -BAM! BAM! BAM! CRASH! The sound of your door being knocked off its hinges rang through your ears and sent chills throughout your body. This is the power of an alpha in rut, and the knowledge made a fresh wave of arousal flood your body.

Heavy footfalls on hardwood echoed in your ears; first, they stomped up the stairs. Then, they made their way into your bedroom. He unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor. You heard his heavy breathing from your hiding spot as your grip on the door tightened. You prayed that he would take your soiled panties that you had discarded long ago and leave to another room so you could escape unscathed. He growled and pounded what you assumed to be his fist on the door that led to the bathroom; you heard the whistle of his nostrils as he inhaled deeply.

Then, there was silence. A deadly silence, one that chilled you to the bone but aroused you all at once. His footsteps snapped you from your trance, but your lust-filled brain chose that moment to take over completely. Before you even realized what you were doing, you crawled out from your hiding spot under the sink. The overwhelming scent of an alpha in rut took over your senses. The initial pull you felt before evolved into a carnal need to be near him- the need to be bred.

As soon as the bottoms of your feet hit the cool tile of the floor, grounding you, the sensation immediately dissipated and was instantly replaced by a dangerous mix of fear and adrenaline. Your feet moved faster than your train of thought as you pushed open the door and ducked underneath the alpha’s arms to make a mad dash to the stairs. Your abrupt movement caught him off guard, giving you a matter of nanoseconds as a head start to escape.

He was quick on his feet, catching your scent as you whizzed past him, then he was hot on your heels. His much-longer legs were able to take the stairs much faster than you ever could. Soon, you found yourself being grabbed from behind, and you felt a strong gust of wind hit your back before you were slammed into the carpet. The force knocked the air from your lungs and caused your head to throb. He followed you to the ground and hovered over you, panting like a wild animal. He tore your sweat-soaked shirt off your body and then his own boxers. You scooted back on your hands and feet in a desperate attempt to get away from this monster. His curly, black hair was sweat-soaked and stuck to his forehead; his eyes were low and slanted. The beast inside him had awakened. He followed you, crawling over your body, stalking you. In your last attempt to escape, you kicked him square in the jaw, stunning him. You used this to get away, and you sprinted out the door that he knocked down.

So now, you're here, running through the forest, naked and afraid. You're sprinting as fast as your legs can carry you, and you can hear him snarling. He's so close that you can feel his body heat radiating off of him. Your rational and instinctual sides were fighting. One side wants to do anything but stay put- to flee. While the other, wants to be taken by him, to be bred by him. Your indecision gives him the chance to shove your head into the snow-covered grass, forcing your back to arch and present your bare cunt. He enters you harshly, your slick providing all the lubrication needed.

Setting an inhuman speed, he holds you in place with one hand gripping your hip while the other tangles itself into your long brown locks. Using his grip in your hair, he pulls you up and uses this new position to deepen the angle, slamming you onto his cock with each thrust. Your cunt being filled so deeply and rapidly drowns your mind in pleasure. Your slick oozes out of your cunt with each thrust, and you feel it dripping down your legs, cooling your feverish skin, but it does nothing to quell the heat inside you. He ruts into you like a wild animal, unleashing his inner beast, then he rumbles in your ear, letting out a wolfish cry as he cums for the first time in your tiny little body. The warm spurts of cum shooting almost directly through your cervix into your womb has you reeling, launching you into your first proper orgasm. But the animal inside you wants- no, needs- more.

His cum joins your own, dripping down your legs as he fucks it out of you. You find yourself being used as little more than a fleshlight. He chases orgasm after orgasm and uses your body to do so. The whole time he snarls and growls in your ear, chanting “mine, mine, mine, mine.” You feel him shift the hand in your hair across your chest, pulling you tighter into him. He is so close to you that his scent is overwhelming. It floods your senses and makes the world around you go dark. Due to the change in position, his engorged tip kisses your g-spot before bashing into your cervix, and he hammers away at it as if he wants to knock it out, causing your walls to flutter around him as your body hurtles into another orgasm.

“F-fuck, ALPHA!” You cry out as the cusp of your orgasm takes over. Your body thrashes about in a pitiful attempt to escape from the stimulation, yet you crave more, more, more. You need this man- this beast- deeper, harder- you need every ounce of pleasure that his body can provide you. It’s a carnal desire that resides deep in your very soul. “Alpha, please- please breed me! I- I need your knot!”

“Such a slut for some random man? I see your mark. You’re a mated little omega, aren’t you?” His voice is low and cruel. “I wonder what he would say if he saw you like this, split open on another man's dick. He’d probably leave you.”

The thought of your alpha leaving you snaps out of your trance. Your omega wants so desperately to be bred, but you know your body, mind, and omega belong to your alpha, not this man. You start to struggle, fighting tooth and nail, scratching and clawing at his arms desperately in a pitiful attempt to get away. This spurs him on even more, his grip tightening as he plows into you, somehow harder than before. Suddenly, he flips you over onto your back, takes your knees, and pushes them up by your ears, effectively folding you in half.

His relentless pace starts up immediately. With the new angle, he can slam into that spongy spot that makes your vision blur. Your toes curl so hard they start to cramp, and your legs shake uselessly as he uses your body. Your cries for him to stop turn into a plea for more as the internal battle between your and your omega ends with your defeat. She wants to be bred so savagely that she takes over your mind, and your arms take hold of his back, and you sink your claws into it, holding on for dear life. You squeal and beg for him to go deeper, deeper, deeper, wanting nothing more than to be filled up with his pups.

“Alpha, please, breed me!” The cry leaves your lips before you even realize what you said. Shocked by your statement, his eyes glaze over, pupils blown wide with lust- his alpha has completely taken over him. You finally get a chance to look at his face. His curly bangs are sweat slicked and stuck to his forehead. His skin is so hot that you can see steam coming off of him and out of his mouth as he pants. His mouth hangs open as he ruts into you, and drool starts to drip down his chin. He looks absolutely feral, hypnotized by your hot cunt choking his length.

“You wanna be bred? You wanna carry my pups, you little omega bitch? I fucking know you do! I know you fucking do!” With that, his pace falters, the once-constant thrust becoming erratic. You can feel his knot start to swell at the very entrance of your cunt. It's so large, and he keeps forcing it deeper and deeper into you as he prepares to cum. Feeling just how large he swells sends you over the edge once again, and this time, you gush all over his cock. Your spasming walls are his undoing. With one final desperate thrust, his knot swells to the size of two golf balls, and he shoots his load inside you, the knot plugging you up entirely.

The two of you lay there for a bit, trying to catch your breath. He rests his head on your chest, listening to your heart beat and shielding you from the harsh winter.

“Well, that was fun, wasn't it, Omi? I didn’t think you would break the fucking door down, though.” You’re the first to break the silence with an airy chuckle.

“Well, I didn't think you would actually lock the door.” He retorts, mocking you, his reply slightly muffled due to his positioning. “Can you blame me? I wanted to make it believable! I'm a poor helpless omega all alone in heat! Why wouldn't I lock the door?” You tease lightly.

“I cannot believe your crazy idea worked.”

“It's the thrill of the chase! Giving into our primal urges entirely gets the job done much, much better.”

Once Omi finally regains enough strength to stand and lift you, he carries you back home, and you two chat about what could have been better and what you especially enjoyed. As you enter your home again, he shakes his head at the door that will need to be replaced- but that can wait until tomorrow.

His warm body protects you from the cold, and soon enough, you’re back in bed, snuggled up and comfortable. There is just one thing nagging you though- you know you have to ask, or you won't be able to sleep.

“Omi? Did you…. Would you really leave me if I-?”

“If you were forcefully impregnated by some other scum who shouldn’t be called an alpha? No, I would kill the son of a bitch and let you decide what you want to do from there. Either way, I'm not going anywhere, darlin’.”

#kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #kiyoomi smut #kiyoomi x reader smut #abo #omegaverse #Kayla in the dark #Aran's bby writes #tw.cnc

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sockodot · 3 years ago

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Writer’s Month Day 3: Outside

So this is about Aloy and Varl from Horizon: Zero Dawn. Varl goes outside of his comfort zone about the Old Ones and Aloy goes out of it by trusting him. This is a snippet of probably a larger work but here you go.

Word Count: 1073

Varl stares down at the focus in his hand. “It’s Old One’s tech.” Forbidden is what he doesn’t say. Aloy doesn’t think, wraps her fingers around his wrist.

“It was meant for you.” At that, Varl looks up at her sharply, confused. “This school, this place of learning was meant for the children here-” she squeezes his wrist “-your ancestors. If things had gone to plan, then everything would be different. The whole world would have been different. We would constantly be using Old One’s tech.” She looks away, bitterness creeping up. “Instead, Apollo’s dead and HADES was almost unleashed upon the world.” She still gets angry when she thinks about what she discovered at GAIA Prime. Apollo’s fate, the Alphas’ fate. Fucking Ted. Varl speaks again and she looks back at him.

“You said All-Mother- GAIA created you to stop HADES.” Aloy tilts her head, not knowing where this is going.

“Yes.”

“Then you wouldn’t have existed if things had gone to plan.”

He’s not saying anything she hasn’t considered before. This thought is one of the many that creep on her at night. But she’s not sure they’re thinking the same way. “And I don’t think I want to live in a world without you in it.” Definitely not what she meant. It’s like her breath has been punched from her with his statement.

It’s still weird to feel wanted. All her life, being shunned and cast aside. She’s not used to someone wanting her around, it’s always came with a condition. Help me find my sister, take care of these bandits, find this person, stay in Meridian to become my second and let’s get together. Okay, she did forgive Avad for that but now its less embarrassing and more ridiculous. And she was happy to help her friends because it’s the right thing to do. She can help these people so she should. Rost’s last lesson…

And Varl- something’s just different. He doesn’t call her Anointed anymore, has less of that reverence when he’s with her. She can be a person with him. And he wants her around, not for her to do anything for him but simply because he wants.

“Oh.” Is what she settles on. Varl smiles at her, sheepish.

“Yeah well.” He ducks his head, rubs the back of his neck. He stares down at the focus once again and belatedly she realizes she’s still holding his wrist. Jerkily, she lets go, lets her hands hang at her sides. Now she’s all too aware of them. “How does this work exactly?” Aloy breathes a sigh of relief. Old One’s tech she knows, feelings not so much.

“It lets you read and see Old One’s tech and writings. Explains how they work. Shows valuables around an area, how machines work, their weaknesses, and tracks. It works for any enemy really.” She tilts her head. “It’s very… knowledgeable.” She scratches the back of her head. “I’m not entirely sure of the inner workings of it.” They meet eyes once more and she chuckles a little. “Didn’t want to take mine apart in case I couldn’t put it back together again.” He smiles.

“Smart, but now you have a whole slew of them.” Varl spreads an arm around them.

“True. In fact,” she walks over to another stall, and another, and another, gathering up focuses. “You reminded me on why I came here in the first place.” She grabs two more. Some to tinker with.

“Oh?” Varl questions.

“I said I was planning on going west?” At his nod, she continues. “Well, I have some ideas.”

“You want to give the focus’ out, right?” She nods, once again relieved that he’s picking this up.

“I- I’m used to working alone, fighting alone. But with the battle of HADES, everything I’ve learned and been through, everyone I’ve met… It wouldn’t be bad to have a few backups and a way to contact people given that I’ll be so far.” She hesitates again, still that small bit unsure, still just that much untrusting. She said it, she’s not used to allies, to friends. “And people want to help me. I’m…. trying to accept that.” She looks at Varl again, not sure when she looked away. His smile lights up the room better than the screens around them. He takes a step forward, and another one.

“That’s good Aloy.”

“Yeah.” She looks away again. They’re right back to feelings and emotions. And her plan isn’t even finished yet, by the sun its barely even a draft but- it seems useful, strategical, and there’s a part of her that wants it.

Ever since she was a little girl she wanted that connection, that community. It’s gotten smaller over the years, of course, but it’s still there. She wants people, even if she has no idea how to interact with them and sort of hates doing so. There’s a reason she keeps company with ghosts and secrets, after all.

“Anyways,” she clears her throat. “I should be able to like, sync these so we can communicate over distances.”

“You can do that?” With Varl’s excitement she’s able to push away her own complicated feelings.

“Yeah. Think of like a net across the world, linking focuses.” She uses Sylen’s own example because it just makes the most sense right now. For Varl and for her. “You just need to activate your focus.” She stares down at his hand. She meets his eyes. “That is, if you want to.” Once again, he brandishes the focus, lying flat in his hand.

“Okay.” Varl looks up and a jolt of excitement shoots through her. He tilts his head, squinting. “Okay. Where do I-” She tilts her own head for him and seconds later he’s pressing it to his ear. Finally, finally someone she can trust is wearing one, is learning with her. Joining her.

She steps forward, lifts a finger to poke it. “To activate it, just press it.” She’s close enough to hear the little whoosh it gives. She watches as he startles, just a bit, eyes wide as he takes in the new visuals. He looks her up and down.

“You’re purple!” Aloy laughs.

“Yeah! Allies and good things are purple. Enemies and their weaknesses are orange.” Varl looks around the room, eyes scanning.

“This is so…”

“Different?”

“Cool!” He looks back at her with that wide smile back on her face.

It makes her heart pound.

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Flare of the Morning Star

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PART III: LIVING NIGHTMARE

Somehow… he always knew it would come to this.

Always.

He had dared to believe that the darkness could be pushed back, and he could finally move on in his life as the sun finally began to rise at last.

Instead, he was tormented mercilessly as time pressed on, making it clear there would not be a sunrise. Not for him.

This is why we can’t have nice things.

Be aware that the following themes are present in the text below.

Locked In The Dungeon

Denied Food As Punishment

A Taste of the Lash

To The Pain

Fed to the Beast (Threatened)

Rape, Pillage, and Burn (Threatened)

Forced to Watch (Threatened)

Public Execution (Intended/Attempted)

Make An Example of Them (Intended)

[He was surprised when he woke up in chains.

Not so much because of the chains themselves; more over the fact he had woken up at all.]

“…”

[He remembered the blaze of glory, the sheer power of triumph. He was destroying them, and then suddenly, after shattering their might—

Nothing.]

“…”

[Was it enough to save them from the terrors of a life under tyranny? They had spent so long preparing for that very day, and they had driven back the attack—and he had put in the strongest of measures to prevent the Tolbi Empire from just overrunning them and brutalizing the populace into submission.

Had it been enough?

He had no doubts at all that it had been worth it. Of course it was worth it. But had it been enough? That was the real question.]

“…”

[If he didn’t break free, then they would try and break him. Knowing this, however, only left him with a cold feeling of unmoved resolve.

They certainly couldn’t coerce him with threats on his life; he knew very well that—unless he escaped—there were no scenarios that ended with him surviving the ordeal. With that in mind, anything else was ultimately redundant.

They would try, but they would not succeed. They had no real power over him. What could they blackmail him with? Not his family. Not his hometown. Not Lalivero. Not Sheba. Certainly not the Grand Master Tamer, who would be unmoved if the face of torture.

He wondered what his friend would say now. He had tried to ask about this very moment, this nightmare that wasn’t breaking—but the Proxan had refused to entertain the notion.

And he supposed, upon reflection, that the answer was the same.

His duties did not change just because he was now captive to tyranny, and soon to be punished for standing up against it. No… if anything, it was all the more serious of a task, since the reward would not be of any benefit to him, and may not come to others for a long time.

He was grateful that the Teleport Lapis was with Sheba and the rest of the Alchemy artifacts were in Prox. The Sol Blade, too, was in Lalivero—he had taken the Rune Blade, as this had been meant as a scouting mission.

He was mildly surprised that he was still in his armor, but perhaps they liked the visual of an opposing general in chains. It would make sense, given how much they relied on propaganda and drama, all smoke and mirrors.]

“…”

[He found that he had no energy to use the brooch. No real energy at all, really.

Not too surprising. After what he had been put through, it really was a marvel that he was alive at all. It was to be expected that he was absolutely burned out.

Ah well. It couldn’t be said he didn’t think of it, didn’t try.

There just hadn’t been enough time.]

“…”

[Tired.

He was too tired to be angry, upset, or afraid at this point.

He had a long fight ahead of him. A battle against abject despair. He needed to fight for the will to live. Without it, he would fall.

Undoubtedly, Darzul would have a fiery motivational speech right now. Certainly, it wasn’t the end yet. He wasn’t going to put up with this for long—he would die free before surrender to tyranny, ultimately.

So this wasn’t a surrender. No.]

“…”

[He squinted against the light of the morning as sun filtered through the cell and hit his face.

Whether for good or ill, the day was only just beginning. It had started off terribly, and he knew he had a long fight ahead of him.

But this wasn’t over.

Not even close.]

=-=-=-=-=-=-=

“{So. It really IS you, after all these years.}”

“…”

[Felix kept an unmoved expression, despite the utterly humiliating circumstances.

Chains held him tightly in place against the wall, preventing him from folding his arms in.

His gloves and his cape had been taken away, leaving old scars plain to see.

Old scars that were on record. And he had to be somewhat impressed that they’d managed to figure it out so quickly, that they were able to identify him and pull his records.]

“{You’re just a real thorn in our side, aren’t you? Determined to be a criminal agitator that creates chaos in his wake. Never satisfied, are you? Well, now you’ve outlasted your luck, names aside.}”

[He gave a very unamused expression at this.]

“{Do you know what happens to murderers and agitators in Tolbi?}”

“{Vaguely.}”

“{Oh, so you CAN speak. AND in our language.}”

“…”

[The officer tapped something against his hand, giving a displeased stare.]

“{Good. It wouldn’t be nearly as meaningful if you didn’t understand what was going on.}”

[Felix gave a bitter, exhausted, and scornful grin at this.]

“{You won’t be smiling for long. You think you have some sort of victory here?}”

“{Do you really want to know?}”

“{You are incredibly impertinent.}”

“{Why waste our time if you will try and silence me at every turn?}”

“{At least you have some degree of insight.}”

[Tap. Tap.]

“…”

[There was a harsh noise as his captor suddenly lashed out—literally—and streaks of pain sliced across the left side of his face. He had unwittingly cringed and recoiled against the pain, so his shoulders and wrists were also left sore, and his sense of dignity damaged as blood ran down his face.]

“{Learn your place. You have crimes to answer for, and you will answer for them.}”

[Felix managed to give a glower to match the other man’s cold glare, the two of them growing increasingly tense in alpha domination and defiance.]

“{If you think that you do yourself any favor or flattery by continuing to defy us, you are vastly mistaken. Do not think for a moment that it will earn you any admiration or glory.}”

[He could taste the overpowering taste of iron, now, but he remained silent.

Oh, he had much to say. So much to say.

But he would wait. He would wait until he were dealing with someone worth his time.

On some level, the other man recognized this unspoken message, and it left him fuming.

This time, the lashes hit across his right forearm, and it truly burned. He gritted his teeth in the aftermath—equally out of pain as out of scorn. He glared at the other man, who was turning to leave the room.

The temptation to exert his own dominance and authority was strong. Very strong. He was not afraid to do so, not at all—

But he did want it to be worth the effort, and this man was not honorable enough for that.

He had to give a rueful laugh at this. How absolutely absurd that he hoped that he’d get a chance to deal with someone who treated him as an equal. An enemy, but an equal. How absurd, that his primary thought was injured Pride, over outrage at the very situation.

Sheba, for her part, would not be amused at this. And Ray would be “disappointed”, in a very angry way.]

({I stand by my decisions. And frankly, I’m tired of it.})

[He looked up with a sudden glare, brooding in alpha dominance.]

({It’s about TIME someone stood up to these dictatorial tyrants. I’m SICK AND TIRED of ALWAYS living in fear of them! They have been RUINING my life with fear for DECADES!})

[He drew himself up to his full height, clenching his fists and teeth tightly.]

({I’m not just going to let them take away EVERYTHING that matters! I will fight. I will fight with everything I have. I WILL FIGHT TO THE END!})

[For the first time he could remember, he was _brimming_ with anger, but not crushed with the pressure of power. He’d burned himself out, and his rage no longer drew forth energy from the world, unleashing it in raw form. Truly, he was as weak as a normal man now, if much more sturdy.

And yet, that didn’t burden him in the slightest. He didn’t feel helpless, and certainly not given to despair.

He let out a small laugh.]

({Dirty tricks in the middle of the night by a pack of brutal COWARDS who hack and BURN everything that they don’t like… that’s the EPITOME of weakness.})

[He was filled with an inner fire.]

({I expected better than such a spineless ruse. Not sure why… they don’t see us as real people, only as slaves they are entitled to work to death, to dispose of at any moment, utterly reliant on them to survive. I should have expected something so appalling and dirty.})

[He closed his eyes, wiping what he could of his face against his shoulder.]

({Well, they’ve underestimated me. Vastly underestimated me. And that will be their downfall, that they can’t even come CLOSE to matching me when I’m awake.})

[Oh yes, they were going to find out. They would find out the hard way.

For he was no whipped hound to be abused into a cowering mess—he was an wild wolf, an Alpha with the fire of dragons boiling in his core.]

({This. Isn’t. Over.})

[Felix was daydreaming in contentment about working at the forges when the sound of the door opening interrupted his peace. He opened his eyes, looking on with mild disinterest as several people walked into the room.]

“{Is it true that you understand our speech?}”

[Felix gave an unamused frown, saying nothing at first.

The conversation was starting off better than the last one had gone, but it was evident that his behavior had reached the ears of someone with more authority and power. He would have liked to think that would make them more reasonable, but he could not imagine that he would be treated any differently than he had been up to that point.]

“{I suggest you answer before your refusal to do so costs you the ability to speak at all.}”

[He gave a brief look of unmoved gravity before speaking up in a flat tone.]

“{Why?}”

[A pause at that.]

“{How do you know our speech?}”

[Felix grinned at this, smirking in amusement.]

“{I learned it from your best scholar, decades ago.}”

[This clearly came as some sort of surprise. Felix shifted his weight, leaning more casually against the wall.

It was true. Kraden had taught him how to read and write in the language of the Tolbi scholars, as Kraden himself had been. It was Garet’s mother that taught them how to read in the language of Vale—but he hadn’t paid much attention to either until after several years into his exile.]

“{This shouldn’t come as a surprise to you.}”

“{Name the man.}”

[He closes his eyes and shook his head at this.]

“{I will not warn you a third time.}”

“{I have no interest in facilitating the injury of my former teacher. He’s a good man… and does not deserve to be hunted down.}”

“{If you cannot name him, then I reject your claim as a lie.}”

[Felix remained unmoved.]

“{I will not repeat myself, either. It would waste our time.}”

“{I begin to see why you were reported as a particularly haughty agitator.}”

[Felix gestured as best as he could.]

“{There isn’t much point to responding one way or another, if one won’t be permitted to finish their response to others. It wasn’t worth my time or effort to interact with someone who didn’t have the prudence to listen.}”

“{You presume much about your situation.}”

“{Do I? Just because I realize others see me as beneath them doesn’t mean I am unworthy of respect.}”

“{Respect?}”

“{Come now. When one faces their equal or superior in battle, respect is necessary in order to take them seriously as a worthy opponent. If you do not see or treat me that way, then it’s not worth your time to bother, and not worth mine to interact. Surely, as someone with many responsibilities, you can see the value of not wasting time, and the implications of devoting time from what limited amount there is.}”

“{You have done nothing worthy of respect, but you are right about one thing: my time is not to be wasted.}”

“{Pity. I should have liked the opportunity to speak with an equal.}”

“{I am superior to you.}”

“{On what grounds?}”

“{You are a prisoner, and I am a commanding officer of the greatest army in Weyard.}”

“{Hmm. So then, why are you wasting your time with a ‘mere’ prisoner?}”

“{I am not answerable to you.}”

“{Then there is nothing for us to discuss.}”

[The soldier lowered his eyelids.]

“{You act above your station, and with far too much disrespect for someone in your position.}”

“{I am willing to be respectful, but I shall not be deferential. There is a difference.}”

“{Again with the impertinence. You owe us both.}”

[Felix just shook his head in silence.]

“{Still defiant? There will be consequences for that.}”

“{Is that meant to intimidate me?}”

“{I would question your sanity, let alone intelligence, if you are truly unafraid.}”

“…”

“{We know what you are capable of. Kidnapping, blackmail, assault, arson, murder of armed and unarmed men—assassinations, even—this only adds to your list of crimes. Creatures like you aren’t even worth being called ‘men’. Such lawless barbarity is beyond that.}”

“{I am not going to waste our time responding to your accusations.}”

[A pair of spears were leveled at his throat, but he only laughed.]

“{This man is mad as well as barbaric…}”

“{You think this is the first time someone has leveled a blade to my throat? Hardly. How utterly absurd.}”

“{We’ll see how you fare when subjected to the punishment you have earned. Something tells me you won’t be full of bravado then.}”

“{Always looking for a show, aren’t you?}”

“{You really ought to take the matter more seriously.}”

“{I respect you enough to say this: if you have something to say or ask, do so. If you have something to do, please get on with it. And if not… I’d rather we not waste any more of each other’s time.}”

[The soldier seemed to think this over. As best Felix could tell, he was tempted to act on his own… but prohibited from acting freely due to not being high enough of a rank to do whatever he pleased.

Ultimately, he commanded the other soldiers to stand guard outside the cell, and left Felix in silence.

After they finally let him be, he let out a slow sigh and closed his eyes.

Maybe now wasn’t the time for daydreaming, but he was going to have to wait for a better opportunity or greater necessity. And he needed to remember why he was doing this, anyway. Why it was worth it.

Why he absolutely had to put up with whatever happened by fighting against it.]

[He wasn’t about to give up what he had. What he had earned, after so long in exile.

He had been happy, before all of this. He had been at peace, and lived in peace. His life was his own; he was his own man, and he wasn’t about to let all of that fall away.]

({If they think this is the end of it, they’ve got another thing coming.})

[Even if he were overpowered, it wouldn’t be over.

And they were in for a massive wake-up call if they thought that they could coerce him into submission.]

({This still isn’t over.})

[Daydreams turned to real dreams as the time went by.

At first, his dreams were pleasant. And perhaps that was the main reason he slept as soundly as he did.

He slept away valuable hours, only waking to the loud clatter of someone opening the cell door and—more importantly—lashing him across the face again. He didn’t really have time to react before he was hit a second time—and he only just managed to shut his eyes in time.]

“{I’ve heard a fair bit about you.}”

[He made an effort to try and return his breathing to normal as the new voice continued.]

“{Why do you think so highly of yourself? Do you not understand your situation?}”

[He raised his head, squinting through the bloody bangs that were plastered to his face.

One of the Tolbi soldiers was standing at the doorway, his hands behind his back. At his side, he carried none other than the Rune Blade—Felix’s own sword.

And he was struck with weary emptiness, thinking back on how confident he had been that _he_ would have been the one presenting his friends with the spoils of victory.]

({I’m sorry, Brandish…})

[Instead, it was his gear that would be flaunted as a prize.]

({To the victor goes the sword of the fallen.})

[Well.

He wasn’t quite fallen yet.]

“{I understand your intentions perfectly well.}”

[He raised his head, looking at the other man with an unmoved expression.]

“{I always have.}”

[He gave an empty smile.]

“{It doesn’t change the truth of what happened.}”

[The other man stepped forward.]

“{I will say this but once: surrender, or suffer the consequences.}”

“{Why would I surrender? You have no intention of letting me live either way. It’s no benefit to anyone else for me to surrender. And even if there were, I don’t trust that you’d keep your word.}”

“{For whatever reason, you chose to defend Lalivero. If you wish to have them spared, you will surrender.}”

[Felix glared.]

“{You are never going to take Venus Lighthouse.}”

“{Do you think mere mountains will stop us? It is only a matter of time before the city falls.}”

“{Your empire has been falling apart all year long. Don’t think we haven’t noticed—}”

[He was interrupted by the end of the Rune Blade being put right to his throat.]

“{I’ve heard enough. You have chosen a bitter end. Not only for yourself, but for that miserable city of cowards.}”

[Felix gave a very unimpressed expression.]

“{You’re the ones who were so desperate to terrorize a peaceful people without having to face them. Tell me, who’s the real coward? The one who stood up against a professional army to protect his family from a life of slavery, or the heavily armed soldier who ran as soon as their target started fighting back?}”

[He saw it coming, and he was faster.

Gripping the chains to hoist himself up higher, he delivered a sound kick to his captor, striking the man back with considerable force and knocking him off balance.

This only served to anger him, however—]

“{Pin him down!}”

[But Felix wasn’t at all concerned when the others held him in place, because he wasn’t done yet.]

[Felix used ECHO!]

[Before the soldier could strike, he was slammed back much more forcefully than the first time, much to the surprise and alarm of all the others present… given he hadn’t moved.]

“{I’d stop now, if I were you.}”

“{You will not live to regret that—!}”

[And Felix could sense it in the soldier, plain as day; the Life in his heart and the Death in his hands.

And feeling the chilling brutality leveled at him with complete disregard for his humanity filled him with a cold fury.

He had lived far too long playing the part of the deferential peacemaker, hiding from conflict and avoiding confrontation. Nearly two thirds of his whole life, chained to an unwillingness to stand up for himself to others who mistreated him.

And he was fed up with it.

He had been pushed around and punished for what he valued for the last time.]

[He had no hesitation at all in what he did next.]

[Felix used BANE!]

[The aggressive Djinn plowed directly into the soldier before he could strike. A dark aura of deep red consumed him, and a crippling toxicity spiked in his blood.

The blow itself had almost knocked him out entirely, but the venom that came along with it sapped his strength completely, causing him to collapse.

Of the two men restraining him further, one of them rushed over to his superior, and the other just backed away in horror.

Felix glared at them both.

Seeing one of the strongest men in Tolbi taken down so quickly did not inspire great confidence in the subordinates, and they cleared out as hastily as they could, leaving one unfortunate soul to fearfully stand guard at the door.]

“{I think I rest my case.}”

[The days passed.

He had lost all true sense of a value of time. His sense of thirst and hunger compounded, leaving a hollow void as he continued to draw energy from the earth. It was a confirmation that he was “only” unable to safely use Psynergy, but all else remained the same.

A small comfort, given how little it seemed to matter.

Time alone gave him time for thought. Too much time, really. He didn’t particularly care to stay awake; it always took less energy to stay asleep without food than awake without food.

He supposed that they had forgotten about giving him food and water when it seemed to not affect him at all; perhaps they had meant to withhold it as a means of making him weak enough to keep in hand, and realized that he could survive well enough without it.

He was certainly the least of their worries, that was for certain.]

[With all the damage he had caused, and the inability to make up for it due to a lack of sufficient resources, they would have to change their plans. They, too, had expected an easy victory; they never planned for being routed. They never thought they’d need to use so much power, let alone that it wouldn’t work. Now, they were stuck in Northern Gondowan.

They could go through the desert, perhaps, but that would be resource-intensive. (Clearly, the scouts had never returned, which told them that advancing from the south was something that would be met with resistance.) Even more so now, he had to imagine; it was said that the spirits of the desert always retaliated against those who earned their wrath, which Tolbi had done already at least once before. Going through the desert was hardly ideal.

Not impossible, but not ideal. Certainly not realistic without proper preparations, first. They may be able to hold what was left of Suhalla, but the supply chain was not fully integrated.]

[It also appeared that things were not well in the Empire; he could only assume that there were issues in the highest echelons of power. Possibly as a result of how terribly their attempted invasion had gone; he could only imagine that the failure reflected very poorly on those in charge of the affair and those who proposed it in the first place.

He really would have liked the opportunity to speak to someone who would take him seriously, but he was never given that option.

That was the worst of it all, really.

Well. That, and the crippling sense of abject despair.]

[He hadn’t felt so destitute in years. He felt utterly worthless and void of purpose; it was no small thing to be imprisoned by force by those who hated him on principle… and were eager to subject everyone else around them to suffering.

As the days went by and nothing happened, nothing changed, he began to see that even if there were any forces that would try to oppose the force stationed in the Suhalla ruins specifically, they were not successful at even coming close. It was no surprise, really; crossing the desert would surely be all but impossible, and crossing the mountains was no easy task, either. Sure, there were those who could get around those problems…

…but the fact he had actively chosen (for weeks, at the very least) to cut off Weyard from the Wilderness would prevent most of said people from trying.

And so, he could do nothing but wait.]

[He HAD considered how he might escape, but it was quite clear that he wasn’t strong enough to break free of the chains. They—along with the rest of the prison—were fairly new. (This suggested they might have been made in response to the destabilization of the region over the last few years, but that was a thought for another time.) He could call upon the power of the Djinn… but such a strategy was very risky. Using Djinn would leave him weaker, and he would need their true power to get out of a situation like his. The fraction they permitted in use of Summons was connected to the power of the Adept in question, as a means of withholding power that the Adept could not physically or respectably wield. It also had traditionally been restricted to something beyond the purely physical plane… as far as his experiences had shown, at any rate.

Granted, he had never actually tried to call upon the power of the spirits with the purpose of unleashing pure destruction. He had to suspect that it would be unwise to do so, for the spirits cared little for the conflicts of Man.]

[This left only one option he could see: taking advantage of an opportunity that finally resulted in him being freed from the shackles.

The main problem was that he couldn’t see any reason for them to do this as long as he appeared to be stronger than they could handle.

The second problem was that their possible reasons for doing so all spelled a grim picture for him. If he were to fail, he would be left in a much more vulnerable state, and possibly unable to defend himself at all.

But then again, what else could he expect? There really was no ending to this that would be a happy one.]

[Upon reflection, he considered that to be his greatest error. He’d grown overly optimistic after the last few years of happiness.

It hadn’t been a perfect happiness, to be sure, but it had been his. He had worked very hard and finally started to heal… to heal and to grow.

And he had therefore started to truly believe that it was indeed possible for him to be at peace—to be at peace, to be happy, to succeed, to be worth anything at all.

He’d had a role, once. An important role. A role that demanded sacrifice, that held people together in a time of great distress. He had protected others, he had served them.

But now?

Now he was nothing. It hadn’t been enough.

He hadn’t been wrong about his own power.

He’d just failed to foresee the depths to which tyrants would sink to obtain power.

And he would pay the price for that.]

There was one exchange, however, that stood out above all the rest, and continues even now to echo in his mind and heart.

“{So that’s it, huh? You fancy yourself to bed with the jewel of Gondowan?}”

[Felix pressed his mouth into a thin line.]

“{When we march through the city, she’ll be taken captive like all the rest. She’ll be made into the whore of the Karagol, imprisoned until her beauty has faded and she no longer satisfies for pleasurable deeds. She’ll be fed naked to beasts for all the empire to see. And who knows. A young, fit man such as yourself… perhaps we’ll do the same to you.}”

[Some of the others laughed at this, but Felix could not hide the burning rage in his eyes.

He hadn’t wanted to kill someone this badly in a long, long time. He’d wanted to instill the fear of death as soon as several years ago, but this? No. He wanted to kill the man, then and there.

He could best any one of them in open combat. And they knew it. The only way they could win was by trying to keep him chained down.

But even that would not be enough to stop him, really.]

“{Nothing to say?}”

“{Plenty.}”

“{Really now? Go on, entertain us with your laughable denial.}”

“{Denial?}”

“{Still think you have a way out of this, don’t you? You just can’t see that your time in power is over. Now, we will make sure that all those who knew you—all those who looked to you and followed your commands—are brought to swift justice and punished for sowing chaos in word and deed.}”

“{You’re taking a terribly arrogant position for someone who had to resort to cowardly ploys in order to stand a chance against a singular pair of people.}”

[That earned him a stinging lash to the face.]

“{We won, you worthless filth! You will pay the consequences for daring to attempt to obstruct our peaceful path to the Eastern Sea!}”

”Tch! {Peaceful? I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware that ‘arson’ and ‘murder’ had such a strange translation in your imperial speech.}”

[Another strike.]

“{You will never walk free again. All this show you put on of having won somehow is an absolute disgrace. Not that one could expect anything else from the likes of you…}”

“{You know, repeatedly sneering a mantra of insults and threats isn’t going to change what actually happened.}”

“{By the gods, you really are that stupid, aren’t you? How did you ever end up in charge of those pathetic drones?}”

[Felix snorted at this.]

“{As if I’d tell you that story.}”

“{Well, it won’t matter. You’ll go down as the worst agitator to ever pervert the affairs of our people, the most scandalously terrible and corrupt creature to ever disgrace Weyard’s soil.}”

“{You say that as if you haven’t been slandering my name for decades.}”

“{You are responsible for terrible crimes, and you will face justice for them! Accept your defeat!}”

“{Perhaps if you had legitimately overpowered me and enslaved those I protected—in open combat—then I would be forced to admit I was not strong enough to defend them from the likes of you.}”

“{We HAVE overpowered you. Even YOU should know THAT.}”

[Felix laughed briefly at that.]

“{Are you seriously telling your men such lies for ego? Pathetic.}”

[Another strike, but it didn’t strip the grin off Felix’s face.]

“{Your so-called ‘victory’ was to prey upon a man exhausted of energy spent turning back some of the worst tyrants the modern world has ever seen—you failed to take the Lighthouse, and you failed to take the city! You have failed miserably, and your only way to counter your ruination was to seize power in the dark of night with sufficient speed as to confound those who had deterred you!}”

“{Your deranged claims are blatantly a sign of your brutish madness. Such flailings amount to nothing! You cannot stop us now; you just deluded yourself into refusing to accept the truth!}”

“{What did I just say? Repeating your lies will not change what actually happened.}”

“{And denying what happened will not change the truth! You lost. Stop wasting everyone’s time and stirring up discontent by falsely claiming you have won! You’re the one who was captured!}”

“{Temporarily.}”

“{Oh, you think you’re getting out of this? That’s rich.}”

“{I do know that you can’t hold me here forever, and you won’t be able to force me to leave.}”

“{We’ll drag you out of the city in chains if you insist on being dramatic.}”

“{And he’ll probably still be raving about his alleged ‘victory’, too…}”

“{Tell me. You set out to overtake the city and force the people into submission, correct?}”

“{Stop playing the martyr. That land belongs to the Tolbi Empire; we arranged to build the roads, to build the lighthouse—}”

“{The blasphemy that was Babi Lighthouse was torn asunder YEARS ago. Just answer the question.}”

“{We are aware of what you and that scheming woman have done to unravel the work we put into bringing the ungrateful populace into the civilized world. And that’s the first thing we’ll fix, once we get there.}”

“{Answer the question.}”

[Another strike.]

“{We set out to take back what belonged to us and bring justice to those who have acted to undermine the unity of the empire!}”

“{Right then. Your delusions aside, your goals as outlined failed miserably. Each and every one of them. You didn’t seize control, let alone with the ease and glory you had the hubris to convince yourselves would grant you absolute power. I defeated all of you AND shredded what power you were counting on using to oppress the rest of the continent into submission. Even with all your cowardly attempts to undermine, you still failed to conquer—}”

[The last thing he saw was the crazed rage in the other man’s eyes.]

Even though he managed to escape by overpowering the soldiers when they freed him from the wall as part of the process of taking him to a place of execution—further turning the ruins of Suhalla into rubble in the process of bringing down his Judgment—

The next, cold chapter of his terrible fate still awaited him.

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hellyeahheroes · 5 years ago

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Dylan is a Mary Sue

*look I know that the symbiote has a name and Venom is both it and Eddie. So I hope you don’t get annoyed when I refer to the symbiote as Venom because writing symbiote 100 times gets annoying and I hope you get what I mean when I call it that.

I’ve been trying to write this like nine times because I don’t want to bash this character. When I wrote the post about how I didn’t want Dylan Brock near Miles, I intentionally left out the reason why because I like the character. I hate the purpose and narrative mind behind him. And plus I don’t want to seem like I bash white cis het male characters when the characters I do trash on are bad because writers tend to make them intentionally bratty. I don’t like Spider-kid, Damian Wayne when written without consequence(he is white passing), Jason Todd,or Alpha. Like giving a character a shitty attitude doesn’t make him endearing especially on a male, I’m sorry. Characters like Tim Drake, Alex Power, and Dick Grayson work because there is something genuine in them that they want to be the good of the world.

Anyways, Dylan is fun to me because he has this precocious roguishness that isn’t malevolent nor out of place. His abuse is actually abuse that isn’t made to serve as his training or whatever nor does it warps his views. And his fandom in Eddie/Venom actually makes sense because he is a kid that was abandoned by his mother and left with an emotionally and physically abusive man who would cut him down. A dark passenger like Venom appeals to him because Venom is like the codifier of misguided anger for misguided teens.

But there is a reason why he is written that way: he is a Mary-Sue. Now I don’t care about the gender preconceptions of Mary Sue vs Gary Stu nor do I try to prescribe to reclaiming Mary Sue in some vain attempt at liberal feminism. Mary Sue is bad writing unless everyone gets to play(Mary Sues work in video games). Mary Sue is something writers in most mediums that tell stories should avoid if they want said character to succeed or evoke if you want said character to be disliked. And Dylan Brock is an example that doesn’t work and is largely getting away with it because he is cute.

1. The Immaculate Conception of Dylan Brock

This is when I knew some Sue shit was unleashed on Venom fans. I don’t have to google it but I can guess that Cates has a Catholic background. Whether he is one or raised one, it is apparent in whatever meaningful writing depth he provides outside of meaningless action. And it works because Eddie Brock, being anti-Peter Parker, is Catholic. Hence the brooding and self-loathing and abusive paternity and motifs of redemption and suffering and shit. But this was not only fucked up, but a little too on the nose.

Dylan wasn’t conceived naturally. In fact, Anne Weying was raped by the symbiote and impregnated with Eddie’s DNA. So Dylan is actually the child of the Venom and Eddie Brock. “But Anne is his mother.” Look, Cates didn’t actually consider Anne so I won’t either. Outside of the fact that it doesn’t make sense chronologically since Peter was like in his early 20s when he had the Symbiote and is at most 29 now, Anne is just a vehicle for Cates’ to necessitate the purity of Dylan Brock. Dylan is the pure child of Venom, born from the womb of Eddie’s first girlfriend/fiancé/wife/whatever and the first human woman to wear a symbiote, I think. I mean she didn’t even have sex with Eddie and boom, mini Eddie Brock is wrapped in cloth and left at the meager doorstep at the sacred house of Eddie. Praise Venom, y’all.

Jokes aside, I don’t know how Venom fans just didn’t go, “Iight, Imma head out” after reading this page. Just shows the conviction of fandom.

But I digress. Now let me regale you just how improbable this is which again only serves to ordain Dylan is the truest son of Venom in all the ways possible and also highlight the very unfortunate implications of this fuckery. Symbiotes bond is how they reproduce. When they reproduce with their host, the end result up to this point has always been a symbiote. For Mass Effect fans, it’s the Asari thing except with goo. Before you ask, yes Symbiotes sexually satisfy their hosts unlike the majority of human men*cough*. Point is that Dylan should be biologically impossible but somehow he is a human symbiote hybrid. And the unfortunate implications of such of incident shouldn’t go unnoticed either. Venom and Eddie have several children and prior to this, all of them have been symbiote. Cletus and Red also have children too and again symbiote. In fact, all symbiote bonds produce symbiotes as far as male hosts are concerned...except for the brief bond of Ann Weying and Venom Symbiote. Gee I wonder why she got a different result? Well there are a few female hosts and surprising none of them have spawned a symbiote child. So logically it can be assumed that woman + symbiote = forced impregnation of symbiote. Well this shit got dark. The symbiotes just became the Jeffrey Epstein alien species. But since Cates swears up and down that is not what is happening, he is going for the God/Virgin Mary angle for some reason.

It’s almost like he is the descendent of the Symbiote God. If only there was such a thing.

Welllllll shit.

2. Dylan is incorruptible and all-powerful without knowing why or how

Okay, backstory time because I never properly explained Knull, another of Cates shoddy creations. Knull is the galactic god emperor of the Symbiotes who created the Symbiotes as a weapon to rule the galaxy. Aside of the fact that his existence retconned the previous backstories of the symbiote, he has the ability to domesticate the symbiotes and make them subservient to him.

Guess who else has this ability.

Dylan is symbiote Jesus, hallelujah. This explains the Church of Carnage/Knull/Grendel/who gives a shit. He is the true son of Abraham and Carnage is the false prophet of Venom. It’s what Christianity considers Islam to be or some shit and both Dylan and Sleeper are about to nail the 95 thesis on the door of Carnage in the form of the greatest mixtape you ever heard.

Look, I too am astounded of the sentences my mind comes up with when I so thoroughly hate a writing like I hate Donnie Cates’ Venom.

Dylan goes beyond being just a special snowflake that was forcefully and crudely implemented. He is the pre-ordained established opposite of the nature of corruption that Knull created the symbiotes for. To Knull, the symbiotes are his thralls. To Dylan, the symbiotes are his pets. To Knull, the symbiotes are a tool to become omnipresent. To Dylan, the symbiotes are individuals who need to be liberated if good. To Knull, there is no such thing as a good symbiote. To Dylan, there is and it’s Venom or sleeper or what have you. Dylan is the forgotten son and the New Testament for symbiote kind.

And he doesn’t know yet.

Okay, this is a common Mary Sue trait to absolve culpability of a Mary Sue character. It’s to say that they are not to blame for being special. It’s like the writing form of don’t hate me because I’m beautiful except somehow more obnoxious. Dylan’s obliviousness to this what is essentially an entire alien species religious revelation is like trivialized because their prophet is a 12 year old. It’s like waiting for a savior only to be told he is a carpenter.

Imma let that last one just marinate for a minute.

Look, Cates did a lot of rewriting and retconning just for his self-insert to become his favorite series and hero to be the second coming. He created this lore for Venom only for his avatar to be the prophet. The intentionality of his obliviousness to how important this is just glazed over the fact like it isn’t a big deal. Just like Cates glazed over the whole rape and forced impregnation thing because somehow that doesn’t warrant a follow up.

3. Dylan Brock is fanboy Cates

Okay before I begin, self-inserts aren’t bad nor are they inherently Mary-Sues. Kong from Ultimate Spider-Man is Bendis’ self-insert. Boomerang from Amazing Spider-Man was rewritten to be Spencer’s self-insert. JJJ is a self insert for Stan fucking Lee like...self-inserts are great. To the degree that they aren’t unnatural to the narrative or overbearing.

Dylan Brock’s previously stated precociousness comes from the idea that Donnie is writing the inner teenager that he was as a kid reading Maximum Carnage for the first time. And I get it, man, live your truth and all. Like yeah, force and subjugate other fans of this series to your childlike inquiries like how Symbiotes poop, I mean it’s not like their fandom is important or anything.

First Dylan is a fanboy of Venom just like he is. And while that makes sense meta-wise, in-narrative it doesn’t because...okay Venom fans are about to tear me apart for this but it’s like someone being a fan of Ted Bundy. His heroics usually came with a body count is all I’m saying and I doubt it would be praised but then again Wolverine has an in-universe fandom so what do I know. Back on topic, Dylan’s fandom and praise of Venom to get him out of the dark place that is his father’s abusive household.

And this is why it’s so hard to hate him because of all the fucked up shit Cates put in this book, Dylan feels like the one character that is genuine and pure in that innocent kind of way. No one hates Dylan and how could you? We all get it. And it helps that Dylan has a completely different voice than every other Cates has written from every other character. Like I can hear the excitement in his voice when he pesters his hero for questions and I’m reading his words. The idolization is pure when he meets Normie, the god son of Spider-Man, and it creates this dynamic of Spider-Man fans vs Venom fans. It’s fun in a way.

But it’s just that. When Cates writes Eddie, he is not only writing to retell Cates own personal past demons but also in the lens of how he viewed Eddie as this tortured soul who just got the wrong interview from a copycat that costs his job. The second banana of a greater and more prominent hero. Born to the wrong person. That none of what happened to Eddie was his fault or really his doing even when he was at his worst wearing Venom, it was Venom who tempted him.

Dylan is that pre-teen who sees the best in everything Venom is: The dark avenger of the abused and neglected. And I don’t want to speculate whether Cates fits the category or not because that ain’t my business, I can see why Dylan would be a compelling self-insert if it weren’t compounded on top of Cates’ forceful insertion into Venom and subsequently Spider-Man lore.

Like you remember Carly Cooper? Dylan is exactly like Carly Cooper. And this is why I like to think of Cates’ run as the equivalent of One More Day. Cates’ retconned a crucial element of Venom to make Dylan necessary to the core of Venom. He retconned the one thing that made Venom and subsequently Eddie go beyond just being a twisted revenge story.

The erasure of Mary Brock, Eddie’s sister and Eddie’s cancer. One is the motivation and the sole good Eddie has ever known. It’s his motivation to move past is mistakes. And Cates then turns the one bond in the series into something...horrific.

Okay, Dylan replaced his sister and Venom itself. His being becomes Eddie’s motivation to be a better person rather the struggle to see himself as more than his upbringing. It’s like reading Spider-Man and finding out Uncle Ben was on crack. Uncle Ben didn’t die. He faked his death. Yeah, that is what this was. So he could evade taxes or some shit. This is exonerated Eddie in the worst way and turned him into a manipulated pawn of Venom. Let’s completely retcon the marriage of MJ and PeterVenom and Eddie, Cates pitches to editorial.

Dylan becomes more than just some kid who idolizes Eddie. He becomes the sole motivation of Eddie himself now. Eddie’s past is now completely erased or made irrelevant to uplift Dylan’s importance to Eddie. It’s too a point that the Symbiote kids of Venom aren’t Eddie’s kids anymore. It’s like Eddie was in an interracial relationship and the one non-brown baby with blue eyes is his one true kid and others are mulatto chocolate eugenic mishaps or some shit that his ass don’t want to deal with anymore. I mean disowning Carnage I understand but come on?

Cates’ self insert changed the entire nature of the series. And for what purpose? To give Venom a legacy just as Peter has one. And that is the problem with Dylan.

@ubernegro

#dylan brock #venom #sleeper #symbiote #eddie brock #long post #donny cates #cates run

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