Chapter 80: Judy’s Arc: Three
Clara sat in Lucille’s living room with her two children one of whom was the youngest with tanner skin, and kinky coiled hair like his sire, Lucille. Things were rough with Clara and her Alpha, he had found out about her promiscuous ways especially with Lucille.
He had beat her, the first time he had ever landed a hand on her. From that day onwards, he would beat her almost everyday when home.
Right now she sat on the couch in the living room staring blankly at the television while her children played on the floor. She had a black eye and a busted lip.
When she had come over, she had a bloody nose but Lucille was able to aide in stopping that. The Alpha came into the living room with a cup of warm coffee for the Omega. Clara took the cup and took a sip from it.
"Do you want to come with us to Hinami?"
Clara looked up at Lucille.
"I have an interview and...and my sister is in Ashley."
"Lacy?"
"Don’t tell anyone," Lucille instructed Clara. "We’re going to go see her. She had opened her restaurant a few weeks back. You don’t know how good it was to know that she is alive."
"And the job interview?"
Lucille sat back on the couch with her legs spread looking at the two small children on the ground. The Alpha’s other two children were at school.
"A job transferred and I want more opportunities for my children," she said.
Unknowingly Theresa sat outside the apartment complex in her car. She had seen Clara come to the apartment on her own by means of a Buber. Her Alpha had beat her again.
Theresa didn’t know what was wrong with Alphas these days. They were just so quick to put their hands on an Omega.
She shook her head and started the car. Soon she would know where Lacy was and she would go see her and...she would want to be with her. Start a new life with her. This meant leaving Donald for her. It would also mean participating in an Alpha duel as well.
That night while the children were asleep, Clara sat on the couch with her bottoms off, her pussy bare for Lucille to see. The Alpha took off her pants as well and threw them to the side, her clit stood erect dripping precum.
Lucille stepped forward to Clara and placed her hand on her head. Clara took the clit and placed it in her mouth.
Lucille’s fingers tangled in Clara’s hair, guiding her rhythm with firm pressure. Clara’s lips stretched around the thick shaft, her tongue swirling along the veined underside.
Salty precum coated her throat as she took her deeper, gagging slightly before relaxing into the motion. Her eyes watered, but she didn’t pull back. The only sounds were wet suction, Lucille’s low grunts, and the distant hum of the refrigerator down the hall.
Lucille’s hips snapped forward, burying herself completely. Clara’s nose pressed against coarse pubic hair, her throat muscles fluttering around the intrusion.
Fingers tightened painfully in her dark hair, holding her in place as Lucille throbbed against her tongue. Clara’s hands gripped the Alpha’s thighs, blunt nails digging into taut muscle as she fought the instinct to struggle.
Saliva trickled down her chin, joining the slick mess coating Lucille’s shaft. The thick musk of arousal filled Clara’s nostrils, sharp and primal. Every choked breath she managed tasted of salt and skin.
Lucille’s thrusts grew erratic, short, sharp snaps of her hips that punched Clara’s throat. A low growl rumbled through the Alpha’s chest, vibrating against Clara’s forehead. Then stillness.
A violent shudder and fingers clamped like iron bands in Clara’s hair, forcing her deeper as Lucille’s clit pulsed, thick jets of cum hitting the back of her throat in hot, bitter spurts.
Clara swallowed convulsively, throat working around the relentless spill, tears streaking her cheeks. The Alpha held her there, grinding against her face until the last tremor faded.
Pop!
Lucille pulled out from Clara’s mouth. She was still hard, still erect. She bent her knees a little and lined up her clit with Clara’s cunt. She poked the head inside, just the tip, more pre cum dripped out.
Clara gasped. Her hips jerked upward instinctively, seeking more. Lucille pushed deeper, slowly, inch by inch. Clara’s eyes rolled back. Her fingers dug into the couch cushions.
The stretch burned, a deep, aching fullness that stole her breath. Lucille paused when fully seated, letting Clara adjust. The sensation was overwhelming: the hot, pulsing thickness inside her, the coarse hair against her thighs, the faint tremors running through Lucille’s body as she held still. Clara’s cunt clenched involuntarily around the intrusion, slick warmth flooding between them.
Lucille withdrew almost completely, only the swollen head remained, then slammed back in. Clara cried out silently, her mouth forming a soundless O.
The force jolted Clara’s body up the couch. Lucille set a brutal rhythm, hips pistoning, each thrust driving the air from Clara’s lungs.
SLAP, SLAP, THUMP, THUMP!
Skin slapped against each other and the couch lifted and fe, sharp and wet in the quiet room. Clara’s breasts bounced with the violence of it. Her thighs trembled. Every nerve felt raw, exposed.
Lucille leaned forward, pinning Clara’s wrists above her head. Clara arched, gasping as the angle changed, deeper, impossibly deeper. The Alpha’s breath came in ragged growls against Clara’s neck. Teeth scraped her pulse point. Clara’s cunt clenched tighter, slick heat gushing around Lucille’s clit with each withdrawal.
The thrusts turned punishing. No rhythm now, just raw, driving need. Clara’s cries hitched in her throat, swallowed by the slap of skin and the creak of couch springs.
Lucille’s hips snapped forward again, burying herself to the hilt. A low snarl ripped from her chest. Clara felt it—the sudden swell, the violent twitch deep inside her.
Lucille’s body locked. Muscles coiled like steel cables beneath sweat-slicked skin. Her grip on Clara’s wrists tightened to the point of grinding bone. Clara gasped, pinned and utterly filled. Then came the pulse: a hot, thick jet flooding her core.
Lucille shuddered, a tremor running through her entire frame. Another pulse, harder this time, painting Clara’s insides with liquid heat. Clara’s own cunt clenched wildly around the invading hardness, milking it, her body responding with helpless, slick convulsions even as her mind swam. Lucille pulled out, her cum spilling out right afterwards.
It was even later in the evening. Lucille was lying in bed still Clara. The Omega had her lips wrapped around Lucille’s clit. The Alpha leaned her head back and licked her lips.
Lucille groaned softly as Clara’s tongue traced patterns along her shaft. The Omega’s eyes stayed locked on hers; it was dark, focused, hungry. Clara’s fingers dug into Lucille’s thighs, anchoring herself as she took the Alpha deeper.
The room smelled faintly of sweat and slick, thick enough to taste. Lucille’s hips jerked involuntarily, a low growl rumbling in her chest. Clara didn’t flinch. She welcomed it, swallowing around her with practiced ease.
Clara’s eyes never wavered, just dark pools reflecting the dim bedside lamp. Her fingers tightened on Lucille’s thighs, nails biting crescent moons into skin. A shudder ran through Lucille as Clara hollowed her cheeks, pulling harder.
The wet heat was unbearable, exquisite. Lucille’s knuckles became sore against the sheets.
The Omega’s throat constricted rhythmically around her. Lucille arched off the mattress, a strangled gasp escaping her. Clara’s eyelashes fluttered, almost imperceptibly, as she took Lucille deeper still. Her nose pressed flush against coarse curls. The air thickened with salt and musk. Lucille’s growl deepened, vibrating through Clara’s skull.
Lucille pulled out, a trail of spit following the tip. She had Clara get on her back and lay down while the Alpha got on her face and slowly placed the clit back in her mouth and proceeded to face fuck her.
Lucille’s fingers tangled in Clara’s hair, guiding the rhythm. Up. Down. Deep. Clara’s gag reflex triggered, a wet, choked sound but her hands stayed limp at her sides, palms upturned.
Lucille watched the tears well at the corners of Clara’s eyes, the flush spreading down her neck. Every thrust punched the air from Clara’s lungs. The mattress springs groaned beneath them.
CREAK, CREAK!
The Alpha’s hips pistoned faster. Clara’s throat worked, swallowing around her, a tight, slick heat that pulled Lucille toward the edge. Sweat dripped from Lucille’s jaw onto Clara’s sternum. The scent of sex thickened: musky, urgent, primal. Clara’s eyelids fluttered shut, lashes wet.
Her body trembled, not from resistance, but from the sheer force of taking her. Taking everything Lucille gave.
Lucille’s fingers tightened in Clara’s hair. A low, guttural sound tore from her chest. Her spine arched like a drawn bow. Release slammed into her, white-hot, blinding.
She drove deep, grinding against Clara’s lips as pulses of cum flooded the Omega’s throat. Clara swallowed automatically, throat muscles fluttering against the shaft. A choked whimper escaped her, muffled, desperate. Lucille held her there, buried to the hilt, riding the aftershocks until her thighs shook.