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Story: Feral Creed

knight

ARROW AND CALIXstart whining and Striker and I get up from where we are to go inside. I get something from my bond with Arrow, enough to know that something has happened with Lotus, something important.

I don’t get fear, though, just…

I don’t know.

We’re inside when she comes up the stairs.

Lotus’s face is spattered with little droplets of red. Her hands are bloody too, and she’s smeared them on her clothes and her hair, and I remember that some part of me would have reacted with some kind of alarm to that in some other reality.

But it seems perfectly normal now.

Bloody Lotus.

My vicious omega.

Yes.

She gestures with one hand and Arrow and Calix go down on their knees, still whining. With her other hand, she beckons to Striker and me.

I go to her. I couldn’t stop even if I wanted.

I know what she wants.

But she tells me, anyway, stroking the back of my head, her voice soft and somehow familiar. “Good hounds,” she says. “Bite your omega now, that’s right.”

I’ve known where my spot was for a while now. It’s on the slope of her left breast. I part her bloody clothes to get there. There are spatters of blood on her skin there, next to my spot. I don’t care. I don’t mind blood.

I rear back, teeth expanding.

“Good boys,” she says.

I bite her.

It sears me. She rushes inside me, and she isred.

calix

SHE LAYS ONthe bed with her legs spread as we pleasure her.

We are hers, all hers, entirely hers.

Striker and Knight are tending, leaving Arrow and me to take turns licking at her slick. She is a very, very slick little omega with a pretty, plump clitoris that she likes having sucked and nuzzled.

Right now, I have her legs draped over my shoulders as I lap at her wet pussy. I could do this forever. I’ve never been happier than this, pleasuring my omega. This is home. This is my purpose in life. I am hers to do with as she likes.

She reaches down and strokes my hair as I lick her. “Such good boys,” she breathes.

I have a little jolt of something almost unpleasant. Did our omega always talk like that? It sounds like someone else, someone who I don’t think we liked.

“Lick me, alpha,” she says, imperious.

Did she feel that through the bond?

I double down on licking her pussy. I’m too turned on to care about any of that anyway. I remember that things were difficult in the past, even a few hours ago. But now, we are a pack, all bonded to our omega, and now she has complete and total control over us, and we are here only to serve her.

Now, everything is perfect.