The Feral Court Bundle: Dark RH Omegaverse
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Synopsis
Synopsis
She's the key to a prince's revenge.
A disgraced prince banished for his crimes, Sinadim is nothing more than a common criminal. Injured. Full of hate. He lost everything... until he found her. And soon, she will come to him—and she will beg...
Chapter One Look Inside
Chapter One Look Inside
Hips rolling, the prince ran his palm over the modest curves trapped beneath him, humming his appreciation of so fine a creature. Sweat gleaming in the low light, the scent of a female in season saturated the still air. Enough that his every huffing breath drove him deeper into the rut. Riding her hard from the back, spearing into the welcoming grip of the Hathorian female beneath him.
Euphoria.
Bred to submit, she was lost to instinct. Willing flesh whether she meant to be or not, and this one offered a particularly fine bouquet that spoke of cherished bloodlines long cultivated by his people.
The Anhur.
With a grunt, Sinadim’s grip tightened, claws extending to dimple flawless bronze skin. Drawing her up, he made a shrine of her hips, an altar to worship the rut so he might watch the lewd stretch. Admiring the way his girth was swallowed up by a tiny hole, her slit reddened and plumped by their efforts. Creamy and dripping with a mix of them both.
Free hand finding the base of her sandy, blonde tail, he wrenched it back and made her gasp. Exposing her genitals, his thumb tested that tight ring beneath her tail as his balls swung and slapped at wet flesh.
Cheek pressed to luxurious bedding, she twisted, the tattoo etched down the length of her spine contorting when inky eyes flicked over her shoulder. Gaze hooded, she mewled, a smile tracing painted lips. Her every movement designed to please. To entice.
Writhing beneath his weight, she tilted her hips and invited him to sink deeper inside.
“A-Alpha,” she gasped, hiccuping at the impact of slapping hips. Teeth clicking shut, the triangle of her left ear laid back. A cone of velvet that telegraphed her every fleeting emotion in a way the Anhur found cute. Primitive. “Please—please!”
Snarling, Sinadim indulged her. Felt his sack tighten, the base of his cock beginning to swell as his stamina failed him. His knot ballooning in a rush as he neared the end and his pace faltered. Thrusts growing short and jagged. Gripped by the silken fist of that tight and greedy little cunt, she milked him. The glands unique to her species rippled along his length, stimulating his base with a singular purpose.
“Breed me, Alpha,” she begged, eager for it. Desperate for that final stretch. Tail flexing in his merciless grip. Knees spreading further still, she dripped for him. Soaking the bedding as powerful internal muscles kneaded and milked at his cock, trying to lure the seed straight from his balls.
It was Sinadim’s turn to grunt, and it came straight from the bottom of his lungs. “Take it, then, Omega,” he hissed and found her limit. Bending against the cavern he intended to corrupt, he erupted with a roar. Spraying rope after rope of sperm into the mouth of her womb, he shuddered as he bred her. Knot blooming in a rush that made his head spin, teeth clenched and scrambling for purchase. Tail flicking in an arrogant sail as he sank as deep inside as he could get, Sinadim luxuriated in the silky grip of Omega pussy. Stretching her to the limit as he made space for himself and ensured she wouldn’t waste a single drop, an airtight seal formed where she was wet and glistening.
Locking them together.
Muscles lurching as he filled her, the prince slipped one hand around her hip and found a tight bundle of nerves, swollen with need. He caught it between forefinger and thumb, rolling that little bead until she squealed. Clamping down on his girth with a wail, she was made to prolong his pleasure.
Just as she’d been trained to do, by those with more patience than he.
“Again,” he said, gruff. Demanding. Careless of her limits, he sought only the next shuddering wave she might pull from his knot.
“A-A-Alpha—”
Snarling, he forced his thumb into her bowels, merciless when he barked, “Again!” through clenched teeth.
Be it the splinter of pain or the tone of his command, she obeyed. Sobbing, the fight in her muscles died. She submitted and accepted his seed, every rolling surge he might offer, making her ache with the volume that was sealed inside. Unable to escape from a male more than twice her weight until he was satisfied.
And Sinadim was far from done.
With a shudder, his tail arched higher still. Held stiff, an arrogant flag of so certain a victory, he fell forward as he continued to come. Emptying himself with a shiver, his mane risen in a shimmering blond halo around his shoulders, heavy with the scent of a dominant male. Cock pulsing. Twitching and lurching as he filled her to the brim.
“Good girl,” he hummed, though—given the way she’d succumbed—he had no idea if she could understand him. Her eyes shone white and vacant as she continued to flutter around his girth.
It didn’t matter.
He was drunk on the rut. High on the taste of slick, a loopy half-smile scrawled across his lips. Addicted to the rush of endorphins only her kind could induce, he petted her tangled, sweat-matted hair. Threading his claws through the wild tresses as she quaked beneath him, he watched her come undone through a lazy, slitted gaze.