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"F-faster," he gasped, eyes curling back. "Alpha," he began to cry, hips jerking into her fingers. "Alpha, Alpha."

"Patience," she teased, muscles already burning. "I'm tired, my arms are burning."

"It feels like I'm gonna—" Rowan groaned. She continued her gentle thumps and he groaned. "A-Alpha," he whined. "Please, p-please."

"You're so pretty," she whispered her pace just as torturous just as slow. "So gorgeous. Are you begging for me puppy?"

"Please," he whined, nodding furiously, eyes hot, frustration furrowed at his brow. "J-just a bit faster."

"Alright," she purred, hammering faster, her muscles tensing as she flicked her wrist at an almost obscene pace, slapping at his perineum, at his balls. The ploughing of her fingers brought him to the scorching end of his pleasure. His body curved into himself, legs clamping against her head and kicking, his eyes rolled, lips parting to a silent scream. "That's it," she murmured, fucked the head of his cock in her fist while she hammered at his prostate. "you're almost there darling. I can feel it."

"A-Alpha, Alpha ngah—"

He came as she let go of his cock, creaming beautifully all over himself, the spurt of it sticky on his cheeks, pearly ropes that continued squirting thick all over his belly The rush of dopamine had him undulating, eyes rolled back from the pleasure. But he took the chance then to press himself to her lips to muffle the scream. He was drooling when she slowed, weak when she pulled back, but his cock remained hard and angry in her palm, nipples pebbling body sweating. His hole squelched when she released him, his walls trying to suckle on her pruning digits.

And his scent was devastatingly thick now, obscene and heavy as it pumped through the room. Her teeth ached, begging almost to sink into the source at his neck. And she swallowed hard, eyes staring at the dribble of slick and cum that flooded the wood.

"You good?"

"S'good," he slurred, but his cock remained hard and tall, his hips continued bucking, slick dribbling from a gummy hole. His hands were on her wrist, clinging tight for his dear life. "So good." He twitched, hips shaking, cock swaying. And his face was everything, all sweaty and pink cheek, curls matted to his forehead and breathless from the primal need. The post-orgasm haze flooding his features, turning him boneless and soft.

"Alpha," he whimpered. "Gods, Alpha." He was steaming hot, muscles flexing as he rocked against her, mouth scrunched into a sour pout. He reached for her, fingers on her wrist, clinging as if begging for more. His cock bounced against her belly, needy for pleasure. Truly, Rowan could be like a puppy.

"Not enough?" Quinn teased, already she had Float ready, pulling her hands to her back. She reached for the dildo, reached for the vibrating silicone that lay to waste in the dimensional pocket. She pulled it from Float's magical storage hoping Rowan would not question its existence.

"M-more," he nodded, looking dreamy, lips all bruised. "Please."

"I'm going to show you something," she murmured. "The thing I used on you when you were in Heat."

His eyelashes fluttered. "The thing?"

"This, this is what I used on you." Rowan blinked as she pulled it out, all pink and swaying. It shivered, jerking in her hands, waiting to pound into a sensitive prostate. "It's from the wastelands, old technology. Safe. I've been selling it for ages to the Omegas, but this is much more special. Has a knot that inflates. You can touch it." And he did reaching for the silky material, gingerly fingering the veins, the parts that would inflate.

"What—"

"A dildo," she explained. "It vibrates, you see? And it thrusts on its own, has built-in lube to mimic semen." She pressed the buttons, allowed it to jiggle in his hands and he gawked at the splatter of grape-flavoured lube. "Helps with the pain of the stretch. You could use it on your own. Your terms. Your speed. You don't have to look for me if you don't want to. It can knot you if you want it to. You don't need me to use it."

"Show me," Rowan said, brows furrowing, shame all gone as he clung to her, scrambling to part his knees. "Show me."

"Now?" She eyed the desk, hands spread over wood. "This isn't a good surface for your back."

"Use it on me," he nodded, brows furrowed and angry. He almost demanded it with a pout on his lips with sunshine eyes. And it was difficult for her not to smile, to want to sink herself into the embrace of a most beautiful boy. His fingers splaying his glossy hole, all lubed from his need, already health seemed to seep in his cheeks as he snatched at her hand to wet the head of the silicone dick. "Alpha, give it to me."

"If you're scared—"

"I'm not scared," he hissed, eyes already bright with excitement. "I want more."

He grabbed at her hand, already trying to fuck himself on the dildo. And she didn't resist, slowly pushing in, allowing the device to vibrate at its lowest speed, to throb hot in his body, fucking his prostate at a steady unrelenting speed. She watched as it breached his hole. And Rowan spasmed then, mouth falling open, a startled gasp escaping him as his hips kicked upwards. His hands flew to grasp at his nipples, squeezing hard.

"Oh."

"Bad?" she pulled back then, and he caught her wrist dragging it deeper. "Don't be greedy," she murmured but he yanked her down to gnaw at her throat. She was pressed to him then, his arms clinging to her tight. "Does it hurt?"

"N-no," he shook his head, shivering. "A-Alpha," she sunk another few inches in, and he gurgled a low moan escaping him, toes clenched, face scrunched. He was lost in that arousal, her name spilling from his lips like a prayer. "Quinn," he echoed, breathing hard, shaking as he rutted against her, catching her in his gaze.

"Vibrations make it better?"

"Y-yes. It doesn't hurt," he wept, slippery walls clenching and squeezing when the dildo bottomed out. Already he was squirting, a growl ripping from his throat, drool dripping from his mouth. He was pressed against her, pulling her lower so he might hold onto her for dear life, his eyes still saucer-wide and on hers. His cock kissed her skin, squashed between them both, drooling from pleasure. He shuddered; lips swollen raw from his abuse.

"I'll increase the vibrations," she warned as he groaned.

"I-increase?" And he screeched, body arched, lips sinking into her shoulder, teeth gnawing almost too close to her gland. "FUCK!" He was almost shouting, cross-eyed and clinging to her as if desperate for a lifeline. The dildo was sloppy and frothing at his hole, lewd squelches echoing through the room at the deep mechanic strokes that must leave him tender and sore inside. His rim clinging tight against the dildo, suckling at the shaft.

And she knew his release was coming from the pulse of his cock, the drool that spilt from his lips as he shivered and shook, whining into each angry thrust. His cock had long lost its ability to spew semen, and now all that remained were watery gushes that spilled juicy all over his belly. He could do nothing but sob and babble, press his lips to hers for needy tongue-suckling that would take his mind away from the pleasure.

"G-Gonna cum," he whined. "Fuck! Fuck! I'm going to cum!"

"Go ahead," she murmured. "I know you're close, so go ahead." She pressed her mouth against his scent gland, sucking hard. "Cum."

He came without warning. A generous thick spurt that soaked her front, splattered ropes all over his chest. He was trembling them, whining as if in heat. And he didn't need coaxing to work himself over it, fucking against her belly for a second time.

"Good," she murmured. "Good boy," and he was sobbing, sobbing against her body as she dug her fingers into the buttons allowing it to begin inflating, to knot him tight. Her clit was thrumming between her legs, pussy pulsating as he choked and wept. "I'll knot it now," she mumbled against his ear. She allowed the device to hammer into him and then, fuck his prostate as it ballooned and expanded, filling him with lube. Until his hips could only rise into the air and take what she had to give him, his orgasm roaring in a swell, throbbing as he radiated bliss. He was shaking then, shaking as if ruined and ravaged.

"Alpha!" he screeched. "A-Alpha!" He screamed into her shoulder, sobbing as he came for the final time, wet, musky and twitching. His soul seemed to depart from his body, his mouth widening into a gape. "C-coming, I'm gonna come again. I'm coming—" Rowan collapsed into her arms, toes clenching body shaking, his body clamping down so hard the dildo roared. The deluge was spraying from his cock, and he was painting them both in so much it was incredible. "S-Shit," he wailed. "O-Oh my God, it's not stopping. It's not—I'm breaking, I'm breaking—"

"You're okay," she soothed, rubbing at his hole, easing the gentle stretch. His heart was fluttering against her, and he panted against her throat. "Just empty yourself for me, it'll only last a moment," she told him.

"Is it supposed to feel like that?" Rowan sobbed in her ears and clung to her as he orgasmed with tears in his eyes, the orgasm cresting through him like a storm. She supposed it must be a while since he'd last been satisfied thoroughly for, he continued convulsing into each jerk of pleasure, each wave, each earth-shattering strike. The dildo continued abusing his prostate, sloppy until it milked him dry. And her thighs were shaking from the look of him, the way his lashes fluttered sticky, cross-eyed. "I-Ah," he sobbed, "I'm too sensitive—"

"Shh," she shushed him, kissing his cheek, "just ride it out, it's okay. You've got me." He clung to her then, clung to her with his arms around her, face in her neck as he allowed it to knot him, to bulge at his navel locking him through the aftershocks of his orgasm. And when he finally stopped, his body spurting one last trickle, he stared up at her, stared with a galaxy in his eyes, and nothing in his head. The dildo shaking inside of him, he twitched when she switched off, pulling the device out of him with a wet squelch from his gaping hole. "Okay?"

He nodded quietly, speechless and dazed, docile and sweet as he collapsed onto the desk, exhausted and spent. She allowed him a moment, a moment for him to cling to her, sticky bodies intertwined, fingers laced. A smile, and she felt her heart stumble, stumble at the eye contact, at the jolt of electricity that seemed to spin between them.

"You're very good," he whispered, voice almost raw. "For an Alpha."

"Thanks."