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The arrangement was this:
Saffron got a no-risk way to ride out her heats; Dallas got to fuck a barely-legal hole. Win-win.
Dallas was sterile. It didn't count. Anything Saffron did during her heat didn't count. She wasn't compos mentis. Stupid fucking omega can't control yourself have to lock you up to keep you from
Dallas gently swatted Saffron's cheek, jolting her out of her head. “You with me?”
Saffron licked at her own teeth. Grounded herself in the reality of the spare bedroom. “Yeah.”
“Yeah, what?”
“Yes, daddy,” Saffron gritted out.
A pleased rumble reverberated from Dallas's chest. Happy alpha. Saffron's skin itched. “Attagirl.”
Dallas gently pushed—the suggestion of a push, really—Saffron towards the bed. The young omega fell back, flopping onto the pillows. Dallas followed her down, breaths coming hot on Saffron's neck. She couldn't help but gulp down mouthfuls of Dallas's thick scent, and God, she could feel herself slicking up, wetness trickling down her thigh. Dallas could probably smell that too - supposedly, an alpha's senses sharpened with age.
Dallas shimmied her hands up Saffron's shirt and peeled it off. The cool air and Dallas's radiating warmth tingled over her newly exposed skin.
Dallas sat back and gripped Saffron’s skinny calves (thumb and finger nearly meeting, my God), spreading her legs and hauling her close so their hips were flush. She got both of Saffron's bony wrists in one big hand and murmured, “I'm gonna take care of you, kid.” Saffron rocked her hips up against Dallas's throbbing erection as the alpha kissed and nipped up the side of her neck, licking up her sweat until she was mouthing at Saffron's jaw.
“I need you, daddy,” Saffron gasped, because she knew that was what Dallas wanted to hear. She took a little pride in Dallas's low groan. Even pinned and leaking, she knew how to push her buttons.
Her lips parted to let Dallas's broad tongue lap into her mouth without her brain's permission. Then again, the higher functions of her brain were rapidly exiting the equation, with how Dallas slid her tongue over Saffron's, rolled against her palate, and reached into the back of her mouth. She tried to kiss back, whining soft and eager. Heat-stupid and she hadn't even been touched yet. Dallas could probably make her cum like this, just kissing and teasing. Keep her tied to the bed, writhing and needy and wet. Begging for daddy.
Dallas drew back, slow, just as a broad hand slipped beneath Saffron's waistband. Saffron's spine arched, trembling and mouth dropping open as Dallas spread her labia with calloused fingers. Dallas breathed out a laugh and dipped a finger into her, not much, just up to the knuckle. Saffron flailed, desperate, fucking her hips into Dallas's hand, but the older woman tightened her grip just enough to warn her. “You're cute, y'know that?”
“Stop teasing me,” Saffron got out, then tacked on: “daddy.”
“Then stop being so fun to tease.”
Dallas sat back, releasing Saffron's wrists. She started to complain when some of the blood returned north and she realized, fucking duh, Dallas was pulling off her shirt and unbuckling her belt and then Saffron could see—
Saffron swallowed. Pushed through the growing haze. She could see the heavy outline of Dallas's cock. It hardly registered that Dallas was sliding off her own underwear because her addled mind was too busy screaming: There is no way that is going to fit and I need that inside of me now right fucking now at the same time.
“I've got you, kid,” Dallas was saying, running a big hand up Saffron's stomach, rutting against her cunt. Dallas lowered herself so her head was between Saffron's legs and licked over her slit.
“Da—”
The word curdled into a genuine squeal as Dallas laved her tongue over her clit, a sound she'd never make in any other situation, a sound Dallas drew out of her without a second or even first thought.
Dallas bit Saffron's inner thigh and slipped two thick fingers inside of her, easy. “Yeah,” she mused to herself. “I think you can take it.”
Saffron lifted her head, scraping the fucked out pieces of herself together in an effort to ask: “Take what?”
“My knot.”
Oh.
Dallas curled her fingers inside of her. Saffron's vision whited out as whorish moans escaped her throat. “Please,” she babbled, one arm thrown over her eyes, “daddy, please—”
Dallas hummed. “Please what?”
Saffron whined. “Please fuck me, daddy.”
“Of course.” Dallas rubbed soothing circles into Saffron's flushed skin. “I gotcha, kid. You're safe.”
Saffron began to relax. Dallas had taken care of her before. She had 50-odd years—
Dallas shoved herself in with a grunt.
“Daddy—!”
Saffron squeezed down tight around her cock, sheets clutched in her fists, breath hitching and hitching.
“Kid, Saffron,” Dallas groaned. She kneaded at Saffron's bony ass and dragged the small omega up and down her cock, at first achingly, achingly slow.
Heat made everything after a certain point feel like one constant orgasm, or at least made it hard to tell where one ended and another began. Saffron had shot long past the point of telling the difference, catapulted to the point where she was rambling off shameless porn star dialogue, shit like oh you're so big, daddy~!
“You're so good,” Dallas breathed into Saffron's ear as she fucked in and out of her. “So fucking good, you take me so fucking good, kid, you always do…” Her teeth scraped against Saffron's breast, and of all things, that was what started her sobbing, mind melting into warm honey, giving way to the sheer liquid euphoria of sensation. Tears streamed down her face.
Dallas stilled (concerned for the little thing beneath her). “Saffron?”
Saffron pried her teary eyes open and choked out, “Harder.”
“Saffron, you—”
She wrapped a hand around the back of Dallas's neck and pulled her down. “I said, fuck me harder, daddy.”
Dallas pulled out, flipped Saffron over, and sank knot-deep into her cunt. Saffron let out a cracked moan. Dallas set a brutal pace with a bruising hold on her hips.
Saffron couldn't hold herself upright anymore. Salty tears soaked into the pillow, Dallas fucking out wet gasps from her throat with every thrust. “Don't stop,” she wailed.
Dallas nuzzled into the nape of Saffron's neck and breathed reassurances: “I won't, I'll fill you up good, trust me, kid.” She carded her hands through Saffron's hair, then dug into her scalp and hauled her head up, exposing her wet face.
Saffron's chest heaved, squinty and sobby, hot tears trickling out her swelled-up eyes and down her pink cheeks. “‘addy,” she hiccuped. “daddy, daddy, daddy—”
Dallas's knot was filling out, kissing Saffron's entrance each time their hips met. She pressed a hand over Saffron's lower abdomen, and fuck, Dallas's cock was bulging out her stomach from the inside, distending when she fucked in and flattening when she fucked back out. “Feel that?” Dallas hissed.
Saffron nodded blindly. “Mh-hm,” she whined, gulping in each breath. She was a soft molten-white and melting thing, held together by the fist in her hair and the hand on her hip.
“It's coming,” Dallas grunted, and Saffron had just enough awareness left to think, What's coming?
Then Dallas's knot popped inside her and Saffron screamed.
Dallas hushed Saffron, lowering her to the mattress as she wailed. The alpha murmured platitudes (it's okay, I've got you, kid, I've got you) and held Saffron's thighs steady as she bit down on the pillow.
She swore to fucking God she could feel the semen pooling at her cervix. Saffron rolled her hips back against Dallas's knot, drooling slick onto the sheets. “‘m so full, daddy,” she slurred. When Dallas knotted her, it didn't feel like going soft, or turning stupid - it felt like her mind well and truly broke, snapped in two until all that was left was a slut, happiest when stuffed and knotted and bred full. Saffron wasn't even lucid enough to be disgusted.
It didn't feel like heaven. It felt real. The dull ache in her cunt, the cum in her gut, the sweat prickling on her skin, the visible bulge of a cock, an alpha’s ragged breathing - a moment like this couldn't be replicated in a place like heaven. It had to be lived.
Dallas wrapped her arms around Saffron's middle and flopped over so they were spooning, with Dallas's chin resting atop of Saffron's head. Saffron went along easily. She was cooling down, coalescing into something like clarity.
Saffron was too wiped out to take inventory of herself, but she knew she was sticky and sore and, well, stuck. Dallas stroked down her side idly with one hand and palmed her tits with the other. Saffron's thighs burned. She leaned back into Dallas's chest, closed her eyes.
Knotted and cradled, Saffron was dazed enough to imagine this could feel something like love.