Surprise, I wrote some porn! (Possibly because my current project is very psychological and I needed the release ;) But also, surprise, I haven't finished it yet. Should we go for some omega revenge? Some alpha cruelty? Both? Mpreg? You tell me, we will see what happens ;p
Warnings for now: noncon, omegaverse slavery
The ground smashed into him like a wave, out of nowhere, implacable, deafening. His legs jerked beneath him, still intent on getting away, on saving him.
But it was too late. The weight of another body was already upon him, hands rough with the thirst of the hunt. Liam groaned, tensing up despite the pain going through his body. One of his hands was under him and he tried shoving and twisting.
It didn’t do him much good, only got him a growl. A warning. And then he was being straddled, both legs trapped between thighs the size of tree trunks and just as impossible to shift. It only made him fight it harder, knowing how hopeless it was, how inevitably his fate was closing in around him.
“Yield,” came the order and just like that it was all over.
His body went lax, completely out of is control, his mind went blank, like even his thoughts had abandoned him. He could still feel, somewhat muffled, his heart racing and his gut clenching all somewhat removed.
His body was rolled over, gentler now, as if his completely unwilling submission was enough to earn him kindness. Like it didn’t matter at all what he really wanted, as long as his body could be made to do what was wanted of him. Of it.
Because before this moment, Liam had never seen the alpha gazing down at him with pupils enlarged and full of possessive pride. He was huge, muscled, skin shining with sweat—Liam had made him work for it and a part of him wanted to laugh at that. To taunt. Weren’t alphas so powerful that they could just take whatever they wanted? And this man, twice his size and probably two heads taller even when he wasn’t towering over his prone body… This man had been forced to push himself to his limits to keep up with Liam.
It was stupid, he hadn’t won. Not this time.
For three years, he’d made it. He’d kept his freedom.
And now his luck had run out. He’d been caught, so thoroughly he couldn’t even fight it.
The alpha paused for a moment to look him in the face, and suddenly Liam remembered the alpha had a choice, that he could walk away—let his prey go if he didn’t find him appetizing enough.
He wanted to snarl himself, to spit into the smug face of this stranger who thought he could just take him. But his anger boiled inside him, trapped by the alpha’s will controlling him. He managed to move his lips a little, but he couldn’t push far enough to speak.
The alpha must have seen it, though, because he shook his head and then, slowly, his lips curved into what could only be called a smirk. “You have got spirit,” he told Liam. “That’s good.”
He didn’t know what the fuck that was supposed to mean, but he didn’t have time to even try to figure it out. He felt a hand on his crotch, flicking the button of his jeans open, then lowering the zip. The sheer indignity of being manhandled like that had Liam tensing up. Maybe the alpha was distracted because tensing up was technically moving and most definitely not yielding.
But it was so little. He couldn’t do anything when the alpha tugged his jeans half down, then put a casually possessive hand on Liam’s cock, squeezing it like it was a fucking piece of fruit he was considering acquiring. “Nice,” he declared.
Liam’s ring fists clenched on air. Yes, he thought, desperately glad even for it. Fucking grateful because the humiliation of being treated like that was enough for him to regain a little more control.