The fertile Omega moaned beneath him, his massive form shadowing over her flushed skin as he stood over his petite colleague. Waves of ecstasy crashed over her brain while her nails raked down his muscular back. She could feel his knot beginning to swell, stretching her further as it worked to lock them together.
Sweat glistened on his chiseled skin as he thrust deeper, his heavy balls clenching against his thick shaft for the inevitable end. With a hoarse growl, he buried himself one last time in her spasming depths. Who would have thought that their first meeting at work a few days ago would have led to this bareback mating?
When he first laid eyes on her as she entered the office, her youthful exuberance was palpable. Her delicate frame seemed almost fragile in comparison to him. He noticed right away the shy new hiree with a timid smile and a tendency to look down. Her posture screamed submissiveness, head bowed slightly, eyes darting up to meet his before darting away, cheeks flushed pink.
He made his move, ''accidentally'' brushing past her desk. "
Sorry about that! Let me introduce myself properly...
" His deep voice sent genetically coded alerts to her brain as he held out a large hand. Up close, he towered over her, muscles straining his shirt sleeves. She trembled slightly as she placed her tiny palm in his. Electric.
As she introduced herself, his animal instincts already kicked into high gear, drawn to her enticing vulnerability and alluring curves.
Who would have thought that this embarrassed young woman would be trembling under his weight, enjoying the heat radiating from his muscular body? As she glanced over his abs, his cock pinning her in missionary position, a trunk of an arm on either side of her face, a primal instinct took hold; her fertile womb aching to be filled. As his knot expanded, plugging her completely, she knew what he was: the apex predator of his species.
Her mind raced, wondering how she'd ended up here, so easily taken away by this powerful male. Yet her body betrayed her, aching for his seed, desperate to be bred. She bit her lip, whimpering as he began to throb inside her, ready to unleash his virile load directly into her unprotected core.
Just a few days before, she'd actually been the most cheerful and enthusiastic colleague he'd ever met. He had heard before that some Omegas were wary of strangers, but that once relaxed, they could bring joy to any dark corner. But they were colleagues, nothing more.
Every closeness made her pulse race, his pheromones enveloping her. In return, her Omega instincts kicked in. Her sweet, floral scent carried the unmistakable note of fertility; she would soon ovulate. It seeped from her pores, dulling his senses and igniting his deepest urges.
The way her tight blouse accentuated her ample cleavage and how the short skirt hugged her curvy hips made his mouth water. From the moment she walked into the office, he knew she'd be trouble. Or rather, he would be trouble for her. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, his predatory instincts screaming ''submissive mate'' at the delicious sight.
And today, with ruthless precision, his thick tip hammered directly into her G-spot, determined to wring every drop of pleasure from her. He felt her tense and quiver beneath him, her velvety sheath rippling and contracting for her final orgasm.
His heavy balls slapped obscenely against her ass as he fucked her faster before suddenly stopping. Guided by his breeding instincts, he grabbed her slender thighs and effortlessly pulled her legs up and over his broad shoulders, folding her almost in half. The new position left her completely vulnerable and open to his relentless advances.
He towered over her petite frame, his powerful muscles rippling as their bodies slammed together once more, slick juices smearing everywhere as he pounded her into submission. Her back arched off the bed, her tits bouncing wildly, a silent scream on her lips. The new angle allowed him to go impossibly deeper, his swollen knot ramming against her clit with each thrust.
Lost in the throes of passion, neither was aware of the significance of this position, a classic used by dominant males to maximize chances of insemination. Instinct alone guided them.
As the first week progressed, he noticed her shy glances and attempts at conversation whenever their paths crossed in the office. Despite his aloof demeanor, she persisted in trying to engage with him, asking about his projects and personal interests. Her genuine curiosity and eagerness to connect piqued his attention even more.
Her helpful nature soon became apparent as she offered to assist him with tasks beyond her typical duties. She always did so without hesitation and with a smile. Her desire to please him was evident in her actions. As they spent more time together, he became intoxicated by her sweet innocence and the way she looked up to him.
Inevitably, she began to feel familiar signs at work: the slickness between her thighs, the ache at her core, the desperate need for a strong mate to claim her. When he was near, her body reacted instantly, her nipples hardening, her pulse racing, her breath quickening. As his intense gaze met hers, she struggled with something deeply inscribed in her DNA. Now she realized what caste he was. What he needed. And what she needed too.
