The soft glow of the morning sun enveloped the newly inhabited dorm of Caitlyn Kiramman, the autumn chill serving as a welcome contrast to the blistering heat summer once engulfed them in. However, as Caitlyn began to stir under the sheets, her clothes began feeling too tight, hot swear started sticking to her body, and heat flushed to her cheeks.
A small groan sounded from somewhere under the plush comforter, followed by the rustle of sheets as the omega pushes them from her bed, away from her body. Caitlyn lets out a huff of frustration, ignoring the pulse between her thighs as best she can when feeling impossibly needy. When the pluse grows insistent, Caitlyn sighs in annoyance, rubbing her legs together slightly in an effort to receive friction. A small whimper escapes the woman at the contact, a needy sound slips past her lips and Caitlyn instantly knows she will not be able to cope with this. Not on her own. Not when she stubbornly refused to replenish her suppressants aftee her last heat subsided.
Feeling the air around her grow hotter, Caitlyn hisses from the weight of her clothes on her. In one swift movement, the lavender camisole that adorned her torso is removed, tossed careless to the side. Her matching shorts are soon discarded with the same level of care, leaving Caitlyn in just her black, lace trimmed panties, but even they feel too much for the omega.
The scent of her heat eminates from the scent gland on her neck, and Caitlyn knows any alpha that she comes across would detect it in seconds. But, she doesn't want any alpha. She wants, no, needs her best friend. Unofficially, her alpha.
Vi was the only alpha Caitlyn ever felt comfortable sharing her heat with, whether it was the insatiable need that coiled in her stomach, or the clingy neediness that followed. Vi loved Caitlyn, loved her (unofficial) omega for who she was. The brawler had always been more than happy to sate the burning desire within Caitlyn during her heat, knowing full well that the action would be reciprocated when Vi was rutting.
Subsequently, Caitlyn sighs heavily, reaching for her phone on the nightstand and dialling Vi's number. While she waits, Caitlyn strips the last off her garments, rummaging through her closet to find the only momento of Vi she had for when they were separated. Pulling it out, Caitlyn buries her nose into the black hoodie. It's nothing special, just a plain hoodie, stretched slightly to account for Vi's muscular frame. Caitlyn whimpers, the scent only heightening her arousal.
A voice filled the room, pulling Caitlyn from her thoughts as she hears her alpha for the first time, biting her lip and pushing her thighs more firmly together.
"Cupcake? Hey, what's up? You do realise it's like 7am, right? And we don't have class today?" Vi's tone is groggy, her voice slightly raspy as she rouses herself from sleep.
Caitlyn whimpers in response, the alpha's morning voice adding fuel to the burning fire between her legs. She's breathing heavily, subconsciously pulling a pillow between her legs to soothe the burning desire in her core.
"Vi... I need you... Please, Vi..." Caitlyn groans, pushing her pillow against herself, the stimulation to her aching clit causing her hips to rock in search of that stimulation again. A soft moan slips past the omega's lips, and she grinds herself down more firmly on the pillow.
"Oh, Cait," Vi's voice is sympathetic, aware of Caitlyn's situation without the omega having to explicitly state it. The alpha in her is fighting, wanting to claim the omega, knot her, breed her until there's cum leaking from her. Yet, Vi remains composed, speaking to Caitlyn with care.
"I'm on my way, cupcake. I'll be there soon, yeah? I won't be long," Vi doesn't wait for a response before hanging up the phone, starting to get herself out of bed. The thought of Caitlyn, needy and alone, is enough to wake Vi's cock. Her quickly hardening shaft presses against her boxers, and the alpha groans quietly, needing the omega almost as much as the omega needed her.
Caitlyn groans loudly when the call ends, her hips now moving erratically against her pillow. A thin layer of slick is now coating the cushion, but Caitlyn doesn't care. Her hips grind down hard, seeking release, her swollen clit pressing down onto the soft fabric. She feeldthat coil so tightly wound in the pit of her stomach. The coil breaks, and Caitlyn whimpers, the need in her body not satisfied, at all. It wouldn't be until she had Vi. Her alpha.
Roars of a motorcycle engine come to an abrupt halt as Vi reaches the dorm of the youngest Kiramman. She hops off the bike quickly, wincing at the pressure against the bulge in her jeans. The alpha quickly locks her bike up, jogging up to the door of the dorms. She buzzes herself in with the spare key Cait had given her, giving a small, but warm smile to the other students as she rushes past them. Even from down here, Vi's inner alpha is running wild, able to detect the scent of Caitlyn's heat.
Taking the steps three at a time, Vi ascends to the top floor, thankful for the knowledge of Caitlyn's isolated residence. She fishes her key to Caitlyn's door out, scrambling to put key in lock as her instincts start to take over. The scent of Caitlyn is intoxicating, and it makes Vi's mouth water in arousal.
"Cait? I'm here," Vi all but growls when she finally enters the dorm, heat pheromones encapsulating her senses. Vi makes a beeline for Caitlyn's bedroom, and the sight that she finds could make her cum on the spot.
Caitlyn is lying on her bed, legs spread, with a vibrator pressed directly to her clit. Her hips are arching rhythmically, rubbing herself on the toy. The omega is bare, except for a black hoodie, which Vi recognises instantly as her own. Caitlyn has her nose buried into the hoodie, getting herself off to Vi's scent. A needy whimper escapes Caitlyn, and she looks up at the alpha with a lust-filled gaze, silently begging her to satiate the burning need she feels.
In an instant, Vi is on Caitlyn. The brawler grabs the toy Caitlyn was pleasuring herself with, turning it off and tossing it to the side. The hem of the hoodie is pulled above Caitlyn's head, being thrown carelessly across the room. Caitlyn crashes her lips against Vi's, a satisfactory sigh passing her lips as she finally has her alpha.
Vi's tongue pushes past Caitlyn's lips, muscle meeting muscle as their saliva entwines. The alpha's hands start caressing the soft curves of Caitlyn's waist, the toned muscles of her abdomen and along her sides to her breasts. Vi cups Caitlyn's breast in her hand, kneading at the soft flesh as her fingers trace the areola. She breaks the kiss, earning a whine from Caitlyn, but that noise is instantly transferred into a moan as Vi nuzzles into Caitlyn's neck, nipping softly at her scent gland. Vi lets out a soft groan of her own, the sweet scent of Caitlyn's need driving her insane, her alpha instincts begging her to take the omega.
Caitlyn gasps and squirms under Vi, arching into the alpha's touch with each tender caress. This isn't what she needs. "Vi, more... I need you to be rough with me." She has no problem expressing her desires to the brawler, knowing the other woman would be more than happy to comply.
Hearing Caitlyn's words flipped a switch in Vi's brain, and she instantly bites down on Caitlyn's neck, not hard enough to mark, but hard enough to feel good. Caitlyn mewls in response, her head tipping back as she presses into Vi. The alpha begins trailing her attention down Caitlyn's body, tongue trailing down her curves, tasting the salt of her sweat on her tongue. The taste makes Vi lightheaded, she needs more. Reaching the omega's breasts, the alpha swirls her tongue around the hardened peak, pulling it between her teeth and sucking. A loud moan rips from Caitlyn, and she tangles her fingers into Vi's hair as the shorter woman continues the onslaught against her chest.
"Gods, cupcake, you make the prettiest sounds." Vi's voice is husky with desire, her eyes black with lust. The last of Vi's restraint snaps, and she sits up, quickly stripping herself of the garments preventing her from feeling Caitlyn's skin on hers. Caitlyn watches as Vi removes her clothes, eyes wandering shamelessly over the muscular woman's frame. Heat pulses between Caitlyn's thighs when Vi removes the boxers that held her in place, letting her cock free. It springs to life, slapping against Vi's stomach as it stands to attention, hard as a rock. The omega whimpers, trying to pull Vi onto her.
The alpha happily complies, settling herself between the legs of the omega. The thick shaft of her cock rubs against Caitlyn's clit, and the omega moans in relief, rocking her hips against the shaft in search of more friction. Vi hastily grabs Caitlyn, flipping her over onto her hands and knees. Caitlyn is putty in Vi's hands, more than willing to do anything the alpha wants. Calloused hands trace smooth skin, mapping the curves and contours of Caitlyn's lithe frame. The omega whimpers, releasing stronger heat pheromones to entice the alpha to take her. Vi needs no extra persuasion, beginning to run her fingers through Caitlyn's slick folds.
The noise that graces Vi's ears in response is somewhere between a mewl and a cry of pleasure, the relief she feels from the alpha's touch immediate. Caitlyn grinds desperately against the alpha's fingers, moaning in relief as two digits stretch her open. Vi groans, feeling the tight squeeze of Caitlyn's inner walls as she begins to piston her fingers in and out of the omega. Slick gushes from Caitlyn, and she starts babbling an incoherent mix of "Yes, Vi.... Fuck... Like that... Yesss." Just as Caitlyn begins to feel a coil tightening in the pit of her stomach, Vi pulls out, eliciting a sob of frustration from the omega.
Vi lines herself up with Caitlyn's entrance, the tip of her cock gathering slick to help lubricate her. Caitlyn wiggles her hips, silently begging the alpha to take her. With a firm thrust, Vi buries herself deep into Caitlyn, causing the omega to cry out in ecstacy. Vi sets a bruising pace, slamming her hips into the omega, leaning over her to nip and suck at her neck, marking the previously unblemished skin. Caitlyn squeezes around Vi, provoking both women to moan as the omega milks the alpha of her precum.
Vi feels her knot start to swell, catching at Caitlyn's entrance with every thrust. Caitlyn releases a guttural moan, feeling the evidence of the alpha's need brushing against her entrance as she clenches around her. Both women are panting heavily due to the exertion, but neither falter. Caitlyn's moans start to increase in frequency in volume, the pleasure she needs just out of reach.
In tune with Caitlyn's body, Vi detects that her omega is on the cusp of release, angling her hips slightly different to reach Caitlyn's front wall. A scream of pleasure erupts from the omega, pleasure taking over her entire body. She moans and whimpers, engrossed in her pleasure.
"Cupcake... 'm close..." Vi pants, feeling her own climax approach rapidly. "Gonna cum... gonna knot you.." Caitlyn groans, nodding in response, needing to feel her alpha knot her.
With a final thrust, Vi locks them together, her knot pushing past the tight muscle of the omega's entrance. Thick ropes of cum shoot from her tip, painting Caitlyn's insides with her release. This elicits more gasps and shivers of pleasure from Caitlyn, who squeezes tight around the knot.
As the haze of pleasure begins to subside, Caitlyn collapses against her bed, feeling the need between her leg fade. Vi lies behind Caitlyn, peppering her skin with soothing kisses as she encircles her arms around the omega's waist, pulling her closer. The two fall asleep, locked together by Vi's knot.