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Their scents were intoxicating, even from down the hallway. Cait could feel slick begin to gather between her legs at the thought. Perhaps by tonight, I’ll be bred.

She made her way to the side room where the alpha slaves were held, wrapping her light silk robe around her body. There, a dozen alphas were lined up against the wall, naked aside from their leather cuffs and gags, watching with caution and barely-constrained arousal. Her nostrils flared as she took in the array of their scents. Each at the beginning of their rut, she noted, eyes falling to the thick cocks standing at attention, watching with a quiet thrill at how the alphas were responding to her rising heat scent.

“Each alpha is in good health,” the omega slavekeeper explained, his gesture leading Cait to the beginning of the line, “I’ve brought our best male and female alphas—”

“I prefer males,” Cait said casually, though she stilled soon after as her vision landed on an alpha farther down the line. She’s gorgeous, Cait thought, eyes landing on a muscular pink-haired alpha, eyes furious and cock rock-hard. The woman glared back, almost growling with predatory intent.

Cait tried to collect her thoughts, turning back toward the keeper. “And these alphas are either for sale or lease?”

“That’s correct,” he replied, nodding, “Your mother has given carte blanche to convert a lease into a sale, if you decide you would like to keep your selection long term.”

Cait nodded, turning back to the pink-haired alpha that caught her eye, before turning to examine the rest of the specimens. As she examined a browned-haired male near her, her mind told her to be careful with her selection. She was there to breed an heir—if her offspring were an omega, of course, since an alpha would be relegated to servitude until old enough to be placed into the breeding pool—but her cunt sought a different story.

Still, as the slavekeeper said and her mother assured, each specimen brought here was a worthy match to produce healthy pups.

Cait turned, finding herself roaming in front of the woman earlier. She watched as the alpha’s cock twitched beneath her gaze. The chemistry seems good, she thought, hands drifting to the belt of her robe, but best to be thorough.

Cait undid her robe, allowing it to fall open, watching as the alpha’s gaze fell from her eyes down her neck, down to her chest. The alpha huffed as she pulled forward against her constraints, eyes centered directly on Cait’s breasts with clear intention. She’d take me here if she could, Cait thought, watching as the alpha strained.

Cait stepped forward, pressing the front of her naked body along the alpha’s, feeling the alpha struggle again to be closer to her breasts, feeling the hard cock twitch against her belly. Cait glanced down to the tip of the alpha’s cock, watching droplets forming. “You want this,” she asked, turning up to the alpha’s face, “You want to fuck me, alpha?”

The alpha tipped her head back, closing her eyes and whining. Cait smirked, placing a hand at the alpha’s side. “You smell good,” Cait said, drawing the alpha’s eyes open again, “But how do you taste?”

The alpha’s brow furrowed in confusion—but Cait’s intent became clear as she slowly dropped to her knees, smirking as the alpha began to struggle forward again to where Cait’s mouth hovered inches from her cock. “Patience,” Cait said, “Patience.”

The alpha was panting as Cait’s face leveled with the large cock, angry and red. She leaned forward, licking a small amount of arousal from the tip, delighting in how the alpha’s cock twitched again. “You’re so tense,” she teased, breathing in the flare of the slave’s scent.

She leaned forward again, this time slipping the alpha’s cock into her mouth, wrapping a hand around the base. The alpha struggled and moaned as Cait got to work, bobbing her head, nostrils flaring at the scent of the alpha’s rut, imagining what their evening might hold as she got thoroughly fucked.

As the alpha was getting close—as the base of a knot began forming in Cait’s fist—Cait pulled away, leaving the alpha whining, cock twitching from the loss. She rose to her feet, wiping at her mouth. “A week-long lease to start,” she said, turning to the slaveholder, “My servants will come shortly to escort her.”

“Of course,” the slaver said proudly, “Thank you, ma’am.”

Cait couldn’t wait.

Her servants followed the normal directives for alpha usage, seeing to it that the alpha was bathed and groomed before evening came. Cait whined impatiently, with only her fingers helping her through the almost painful arousal of her heat. Soon I’ll have an alpha in me, she thought, rubbing over her clit as fast as she can, soon I’ll be fucked, filled with seed—

“Ma’am,” one of the betas reported, “Your alpha is ready.”

“Bring her in,” Cait said, collapsing in relief and propping herself up on her elbows.

The alpha came in—no longer gagged, though she sported a leather cuff on each limb and around her neck, with ropes leading back to five servant betas as was the normal precaution for breeding. Cait smirked as she watched the alpha grow hard from her scent. “What is your name?” she asked.

The alpha might’ve been aroused, but she was no less angry. “Vi,” she grunted.

“Vi,” Cait said, watching as Vi’s nostrils flared, “When was the last time you had a good fuck?”

Vi tilted her chin up in defiance. “I don’t fuck omegas,” she growled, “You think you can run the world. You can’t.”

Cait smirked. “Only fucked betas?” she thought, “So, you’ve never had a good fuck then.”

Vi’s jaw tightened. “Not what I said.”

“You must be a recent capture,” Cait mulled, “From the underground, I assume?”

“Zaun,” Vi spat, “Where people are treated equally.”

“Where hot-headed alphas domain over betas and omegas, you mean,” Cait said, rising from her bed, pleased with how Vi’s anger momentarily dropped to stare at Cait’s breasts. “Though we’ve managed to rescue most of the omegas.”

Vi’s eyes flicked up to meet Cait’s gaze, and Cait felt a tug in her stomach. Her scent is intoxicating, she thought to herself. “Do you want to fuck me, Vi?” she murmured.

“I want to strangle you,” Vi tried to growl, though her voice quivered as Cait stepped closer.

“I have arrangements for that,” Cait said, nodding to the servants on the side, ready to pull away should Vi attempt to get violent, “But I don’t think I’ll need that.”

Vi shivered as Cait pressed her body against hers, breasts pressing along Vi’s side. “Can’t you smell me?” Cait teased, “I’m ready for you.”

Vi growled, grabbing Cait, turning her and shoving her forward towards the bed. A shiver of excitement ran up Cait’s spine as she quickly found herself shoved forward on top of her mattress, taking in the panicked murmuring behind her. “Don’t stop her!” she shouted at the servants.

She could feel Vi’s cock off the side against her ass, could almost feel Vi’s gaze landing on the wetness of her cunt. Her body gave a small, involuntary orgasm, and she could sense Vi stiffen behind her as the alpha watched the flutter of her cunt. “Fuck,” Vi murmured.

“You need it too,” Cait whined, “Please, Vi.”

“Fuck you,” Vi growled.

“You can,” Cait said, “I’m yours to breed.”

That was all the instigation Vi needed. Cait felt a hand land at her side, sensed the other brush against her entrance, guiding Vi’s cock into Cait’s channel. The rumbling growl from deep in Vi’s chest caused Cait to moan, feeling the first thrust fill her to the hilt. “God,” Cait cried.

Vi leaned forward, breath tickling near Cait’s ear. “I said my name is Vi,” she said, and without warning withdrew to thrust in to the hilt again. 

Cait clutched desperately at the sheet beneath her as Vi fucked into her from behind, her hips slamming into Cait’s ass, Cait knowing there would be red marks on her body afterwards. Cait almost sobbed in relief, feeling a fullness inside her, feeling as the rim of Vi’s cock rubbed against her in the places she needed it most. “Vi—” she gasped.

With a thrill, she noticed how Vi was losing herself in the thrusting, the alpha giving a high pitched whine as her speed increased. “So good,” Vi said, shoving Cait harder into the mattress as the wooden posts slammed against the wall, “So— fucking— tight—”

Cait almost laughed as she sobbed, knowing full well that a beta could never give Vi what the alpha needed. But there was an increasing desperation rising within Cait—needs that she needed met, needs that were the reason Vi was in the room in the first place. “Come,” Cait demanded, crying out, “Vi, I need you to come—”

“Not yet,” Vi murmured, leaning low over Cait’s body, pushing the smaller woman into the mattress. Cait felt a shiver along her spine as teeth flirted with the side of her neck. But before she could say anything, she heard the movement of rope, feeling as Vi was tugged back a few inches by a servant.

Vi laughed darkly, backing off a few inches, but not before grabbing at Cait’s neck, continuing to fuck her into the mattress. “They don’t want me to claim you, cupcake,” she said, slowing her pace to harsh thrusts, punctuating her frustration, “Sweet thing like you, don’t want to remove you from the market—”

“There’s no market in Piltover,” Cait spat, “Omegas have control here.”

“And I have control here,” Vi said, raising her other hand and slamming it against Cait’s ass. Cait cried out from the unexpected sting, feeling her center tighten. Vi leaned forward again, apparently given slightly more slack. “You need me more than I need you,” she grunted into Cait’s ear.

Cait tried to control her breathing, mind feeling scrambled as Vi began to thrust faster again. The alpha growled as she began to pump, close and tight, brushing against the light sheen of sweat on Cait’s back. Cait bit her lip, determined not to let the arrogant zaunite get the best of her. “I can get another alpha—”

“But you want my knot.”

“You’ll come first,” Cait challenged, breathy from how deeply Vi was drilling, “You’ll knot before I come.”

“You think so?” Vi asked, Cait’s cunt twitching from the smirk in the alpha’s voice, feeling as Vi’s hand began to drift upwards, “I’m not done with you yet.”

Cait sobbed as Vi gave her breast a rough squeeze, plucking teasingly at the nipple. Vi pulled Cait up, Cait bracing against the bed and not quite able to stand, feeling Vi fuck into her again. Fuck, god, Cait thought, gasping at how each pass over her nipple seemed to run straight to her clit, feeling a familiar build. I need to come, I need to come—

Vi grabbed at one of Cait’s hands, pulling it up to her own breast. “Take over,” Vi growled.

“Why?” Cait cried, but she soon realized what was happening as Vi’s hand drifted downwards. She could feel Vi smirk into her neck. “I have other business to take care of,” Vi said, finger making its way between Cait’s thighs.

“I won’t come,” Cait said, voice getting more desperate.

Vi strummed harshly against Cait’s swollen clit, stoking the burning heat that was rising in Cait’s body. I’m close, I can’t, I can’t—

And that was when Vi leaned forward, giving a small lick at Cait’s neck. “You want to own me,” she whispered, “Then I’ll own you.”

Without another word of warning, Vi’s teeth were on Cait’s neck, causing Cait to spasm in pleasure as she felt the skin break, desperate to warn off her servants from pulling Vi back. “Let her!” Cait cried out desperately, tilting her neck back so Vi could still have access, “Let her, let her—”

Cait choked, feeling the prickle of tears as her eyes slammed shut, her vision cascading white. For a moment, she lost all sense of what was around her, slave to the roaring waves crashing into her body. She knew, somewhere, that she was screaming—but her first sense of awareness was the convulsing that was overtaking her, only remaining upright due to the strong arms that held her.

“So sweet,” Vi rumbled, more to herself than Cait, stuttering as the convulsions of Cait’s orgasm let her knot slip inside. Cait gasped a choking breath, face warm with heat, coming again as she felt Vi’s body shutter against hers. With a thrill, she felt a warmth growing inside her, feeling as Vi became unglued, pulsing ropes of seed at the base of Cait’s cervix. 

Another shock ran through her body, exquisite to the point of almost-pain, feeling Vi fill her to the brink of what she could stand, only to fill her more again. “Vi!”

“Such a good girl,” Vi murmured, kissing just below her ear, “Holding all of my seed.”

Cait finally began breathing again as Vi’s knot began to expand, forcing another small sob as it drew another orgasm from her. Vi murmured quietly as the knot pressed against Cait’s cunt with firm intent, and Cait felt another aftershock run through her body as Vi finally stilled behind her.

Panting and spent, the two collapsed onto the bed.

There was an almost tenderness to Vi then. She breathed Cait’s scent, placing a possessive hand over Cait’s belly. Cait felt her heart skip a beat. “I want to keep you,” she whispered.

“Gonna fill you up,” Vi murmured, “Gonna give you so many pups.”

They curled up, front to back, until they drifted off to sleep.