From Chrystal Heights hotspot The Zone:
Belle gave her girlfriend a smug smile.
“Hello, Katie,” said Belle. “Miss me?”
Katie turned and stared for a moment, then rolled her eyes. “What are you doing here at The Zone, luv?” she said, her British accent tight. “This is no place for you to be wandering around like a slapper, you daft cow.”
Belle gave an insolent toss of her head. “I’ll go where I please,” she said, her equally refined accent pert. “I’m not a child. Besides, you come here all the time.”
Katie shook her head and took a sip from her drink. “I know the lay of the land, luv,” she said, “and you don’t.”
Belle snickered. “Really? I seem to recall you wandering into the wrong club a few months ago and inadvertently finding yourself across a Domme’s lap, getting quite the vigorous bare-bottom spanking.”
Katie’s face colored. “You’re entirely too saucy, but my point exactly. Wander into the wrong club here and you’d be lucky to get away with nothing more than a red bum and a blush.”
“You walked funny for a week.”
“Cheeky brat.”
“I had to rub ointment on your bottom like a baby.”
“Are you trying to wind me up, luv?”
“You made the most adorable little squeaks when I patted your bum.”
Katie directed a glare toward Belle. “I’ve a mind to strip you off and send you starkers right to an Alpha.”
Belle chuckled. “Oh, dear,” she said. “Not the scary, scary Alphas!”
Katie shook her head. “You’re entirely too cheeky,” she said. “If I wasn’t here to hold your hand, you’d have some Alpha cock buried in your arse or putting a bun in your deservin’ oven, don’t you know? And you’d be getting no sympathy from me, either!”
Belle giggled. “Come on, now, Katie. You threaten to let Alphas knock me up every time you’re vexed with me. But you’re off your trolley if you really think I’d be intimidated by some willy-waving tossers.”
“You really don’t understand Alphas, luv,” said Katie. “They’re not after a little slap and tickle. They’ll make a trophy out of your belly and send you home with a waddle and a blush.”
“You’re talking bollocks,” said Belle. “Grab hold of their twig and berries and they’ll quickly learn better manners.”
“Oh?” said Katie. “You think I’m talking bollocks, do you now?”
“I know you are,” said Belle.
“Fine, luv,” said Katie. “A wager, then. The Zone is a huge building, blocks long, blocks wide, built much like a winding, multi-storied super-mall in all directions. Right now we’re in the central section, the main bar known as Main Street.”
Belle nodded. “All right.”
“Now,” continued Katie, “do you see that hallway there? The one with the small neon sign just above it? That leads to an area known as The Edge, an area containing any number of known and unknown bars, clubs, rooms, even shops.”
Belle said, “Known and unknown? What do you mean by that?”
Katie shrugged. “The rules change once you’re in there. Law of the jungle applies, really.”
Belle perked. “Really? Sounds like fun, actually. What’s the wager?”
Katie rolled her eyes. “Nobody goes back there alone, except nutters like you, luv. The wager is this. You go down that hall and spend an hour back in the Edge. Hang about in one of the clubs, perhaps. Then come back. If you manage to make it through without me having to pull you out of a dodgy situation, then I’ll do all the housework for a month.”
“Including the dishes?”
Katie laughed. “Yes, including the dishes.”
Belle thought for a moment, then said, “Make it three months.”
“Three months?!”
“And…”
“And what, luv?”
Belle smiled and said, “And you do it dressed as a French maid.”
Katie stared. “You’re serious?!”
Belle smiled. “Oh, yes. You’re so convinced I’m going to be inseminated by the walking semen factories back there, you should be jumping at the chance. A little rumpy pumpy, Belle gets a willy up the back passage or goes home with fertilized eggs, right? So you have nothing to worry about, isn’t that right? Or are you all piss and wind?”
Katie flushed. “Oh, you’re on, pet. But on the condition we make it three hours. And a three drink minimum. And…”
Belle smiled at the turnabout. “And what?”
Katie glared at her. “And you spend the three hours at the bar called ‘Prime 8’.”
“Prime 8?” said Belle. “Cool name.”
“Indeed,” said Katie. “Do we have a wager?”
Belle smiled. “We do. This is going to be fun. You’re going to have a hard time trying to be a bossy boots when you’re flitting about in your uniform.”
Katie smiled. “You’d think so, luv, wouldn’t you? You’re such a brat. Now get your first drink and bugger off.”
*****
Belle got her drink and made her way down the hallway toward the Edge section of The Zone.
Belle grinned to herself. Getting Katie vexed was fun. Yeah, she had probably gone a little bit too far in goading Katie, but there was no way Belle was going to miss the opportunity to put Katie in a French maid outfit for three months and having her do all the chores. Getting a three-month break from dishes and laundry while putting Miss Bossy Boots on display in an adorably subbie outfit was going to be the highlight of her year.
Katie’s directions to Prime 8 had been vague, but they did get her into the general area. Belle asked directions from passing patrons and she found the rest of the way without issue.
Belle smiled to herself. Listening to Katie made it sound like there were platoons of predatory Alphas patrolling the Edge hallways and byways, waiting to pounce on unsuspecting females. She was going to be disappointed to learn that Belle had strolled up and down the halls without a single aggressor making an appearance.
She approached the entrance, which had “PRIME” across the top and the number 8 beneath it. She passed through the archway- which resembled a cave- and made her way inside. She was stopped there by a barefoot woman dressed in an erotic cavewoman outfit.
“Welcome to Prime 8!” said the cavewoman. Her hair was raven-black and long, and slightly mussed. “Before you go any further, please remove your shoes.”
Belle blinked. “My shoes?”
The woman said, “Yes, your shoes. Footwear isn’t permitted here.”
Belle looked around the club. The décor involved a good deal of faux rock and dark wood. The servers were all dressed in furs similar to that worn by the woman at the door. Patrons milled about the bar and sat around the tables. Most were dressed in a modern fashion, and others were dressed in setting character, but none wore shoes.
Then the realization finally dawned on Belle that ‘Prime 8’ was pronounced the same as ‘primate’. Katie had sent her to a caveman-themed bar.
Katie grinned. “I see my girlfriend is going for the throat,” she said.
The cavewoman looked perplexed. “I beg your pardon?”
“Nothing,” said Belle. “I’m fine. I’ll remove my shoes, of course. Do I take them with me?”
The cavewoman said, “You may check them in here with me.”
“Fine,” said Belle. “Here.”
The cavewoman gave Belle a ticket to claim her shoes later. Belle took the ticket and made her way inside Prime 8.
There was a very masculine essence, an almost-visible hazy potency that seemed to hover everywhere. The men seemed bigger, stronger, more powerful. The women seemed softer, curvier, more lush. The ambiance was primitive, primal even.
Belle bit her lower lip. Her nipples were already hard. As she headed for a vacant booth, her bare feet padding on the wood floor, she grinned to herself. She could see why Katie had chosen this particular club. It wouldn’t be enough to get Belle in trouble, but it was certainly a good choice.
A cavewoman dressed much like Betty Rubble from the Flintstones came over and took her drink order. She returned a few minutes later and set the drink in front of Belle.
Belle took a swallow of her drink and looked around. There was steady, barely perceptible drum beat playing, a rhythmic pulse causing a throbbing in her lower belly. Her nipples remained hard and her hips writhed slowly, unconsciously. It was a powerful ambiance.
Two drinks later, Belle had to admit Katie had chosen well. The atmosphere at Prime 8 was probably enough to put any number of girls in heat. Straight girls, anyway. Belle knew her cheeks were likely flushed and she probably even smelled like sex. But tempting as the scene was, she simply wasn’t going to have any issue standing up and walking away when time was up.
Then a shadow fell across her table. Belle looked up.
A man stood there, dressed only in a fur loincloth. Several faux furs were draped over his shoulders, although they did little to hide his well-developed pectorals. His dark blonde hair was slicked back and he was clean-shaven. His stance wasn’t exactly a pose, but it was close enough for horseshoes.
Belle laughed. This had to be an Alpha.
The man smiled. “Come, now. My costume isn’t that bad.”
Belle said, “But it is, I assure you.”
He laughed. “You’re a straight shooter, I see. My name is Jimmy. Buy you a drink?”
Belle laughed. “Thank you, but you’re wasting your time. I bat for the other team, you see.”
Jimmy paused for a moment, but only a moment. “Let’s not let that stand in the way, shall we? Besides, I love your accent. Just listening to you talk is worth the price of a drink.”
Belle nodded her consent , although she was cracking up inside. This was a scary Alpha? This was the powerful creature of heat and intensity that was supposed to overwhelm her into submission? Belle was never going to let Katie live this one down.
She gave the man the courtesy of staying until she finished her drink. Then she stood.
“Thank you for the drink,” she said, “but I’ve dallied long enough.”
Jimmy stood as well, protesting.
“Surely you can stay for one more,” he said.
Belle laughed. “Persistent berk, aren’t you? But no, I can’t stay. I’m on a schedule.”
“I know,” said Jimmy, “but your three hours isn’t up for another twenty minutes.”
Belle opened her mouth to retort, then suddenly pulled up short. “I beg your pardon? How are you aware of my schedule?”
Jimmy grinned. “Your girlfriend asked me to keep an eye on you.”
Belle rolled her eyes. “Bollocks,” she said. “I know exactly what Katie asked you to do and I’m going to warn you right now, you wanker. Make one untoward move in my direction and I promise you I’ll tear off your dangly bits and send them home with you in a jar.”
Jimmy laughed. “No, you got it all wrong! That’s not what she asked me to do at all.”
“Oh, really?” said Belle. “And what exactly did Katie ask you to do?”
Jimmy shrugged. “All she asked me to do,” he said, “was introduce you to my friend Ian.”
Belle realized Jimmy was looking over her shoulder. She turned and found herself face-to-face with a dark-haired Adonis.
Tall, much taller than Belle. Thick shoulders. Strong, stubbled jaw. Only a loin cloth covered any part of him, and it was obvious the loincloth was having a difficult time restraining the bulge it contained. Chiseled abdominal muscles started just below his cut pecs, forming a ridged roadmap into the top of his loincloth. Dark hair. Dark eyes. And the most masculine scent Belle had ever encountered.
And he moved like a big-cat. A predatory big-cat. Fast. Powerful. Dangerous.
Belle gasped, tried to gather her thoughts. His silent appearance had caught her off-guard.
“No deal,” she said, her voice sounding strained, even to her. “You’re…no doubt you’re a treat for the right lass, but I’m not her, savvy? I’m not into cock. You’ll need to bugger off.”
Ian didn’t move in the face of her bravado. He simply gave a rugged smile.
Belle wanted to move around him, but she was having trouble focusing. The air seemed thicker, heavier. Belle felt herself helpless in his presence, found herself, her body, strangely reactive to his physical essence.
She bit her lower lip, blinked her eyes. Tried to move around him, but found herself placing a palm on his bare chest.
Ian leaned forward, his presence expanding, rolling over Belle. She took a half-step backward, but he took a full step forward. The weight of his bare belly now pressed against Belle’s, her breasts flattening against his firm pecs.
Belle gasped, her cheeks flushed, heart racing. Her nipples had been hard all night, but now they were painfully rigid. She pressed her thighs together, but it was a useless gesture. She was lubricating beyond anything she had ever experienced before. She took a deep breath, her eyes closed, and felt his scent fill her lungs completely.
He shifted slightly, his body pressing against her, and Belle shuddered, unable to contain a moan.
Belle’s belly muscles fluttered. Her pussy was hot. Wet. So fucking needy. So fucking empty. She pressed her hips against him, wriggling. Writhing. Mewling.
Ian’s hand disappeared under Belle’s skirt, grabbed hold of her panties. Pulled them from her wriggling hips effortlessly.
Belle’s eyelids fluttered as she breathed him in again. Her heart beat in her throat. Blood raced through her cheeks, pounded in her temples. Her hips wriggled, ignored her commands completely. She felt his big hands handling her, turning her around, bending her over the table.
Belle’s hips were high, raised. Bare. Then she gasped as she felt the fat head of his cock press against the sopping wet entrance of her pussy. The fat head of Ian’s thick cock. The fat head of the thick cock of a powerful, potent Alpha.
And then Ian slid his thick, potent Alpha cock deep inside Belle.
Belle shuddered as she felt every inch of that rigid shaft slide inside her wet channel. Wriggled as his cock went deeper and deeper, the fat head pressing against her cervix, the weight of his heavy, heavy balls pressing against her clit.
His cock fully buried in Belle, Ian placed one hand on her shoulder, the other hand on her hip, and then proceeded to pound her senseless.
He stroked his dick into her, his heavy sack slapping her clit again and again. Her belly muscles twitched, jumped as her whole body short-circuited. Unable to focus, to think, Belle could only take the pounding as her body orgasmed again and again.
She felt his grip on her shoulder and hips tighten, felt his rigid cock throb and suddenly there was a rush of heat inside her as Ian blasted a hot, fertile steam inside her. He didn’t stop stroking into her, however, and his pelvis continued to slap against Belle’s rounded bare ass. The sensation of his hot blast of seed inside her, however, caused Belle to orgasm again, then again.
Three more times Ian shot a heated stream of semen inside her, and three more times Belle wriggled and writhed in helpless heat and intense release.
And then Ian jammed his cock fully inside Belle and held, inseminating the exhausted girl one final time. He held her place as his final ejaculation continued for nearly a minute, making sure every drop of his potent seed was deep inside her.
And then the Alpha pulled his thick cock from Belle’s pussy with a wet slurp. He paused for a moment, using Belle’s skirt to dry his heavy member. Then he tucked it back into his loincloth, patted Belle’s bare bottom and disappeared once again into the Prime 8 crowd.
The surrounding crowd offered the exiting Alpha a round of nervous applause.
As Ian’s presence moved away, Belle conscious mind slowly returned. And suddenly she realized she had just been pounded silly in public. In front of an audience. A still cheering audience.
And inseminated. Heavily inseminated. With very virile, very potent semen.
Belle closed her eyes, her cheeks burning. She knew, knew without peeing on a stick, that she was up the duff. Katie had gotten her. Gotten her good.
“Hey, brat,” said Katie’s voice. “Sorry about your knickers. Enthusiastic bugger he was, yeah?”
Belle stood, her orgasm-wracked body protesting. She had never been pounded so hard, so soundly, in her life. Her hand went to her flat belly.
Katie grinned. “Well, we’d best do some shopping. You’ve been knocked up by an Alpha, luv, and that means you’ll be lactating by tonight and showing by next week. And we’d best pick up some toys for you as well. They say the arousal factor during an Alpha pregnancy is almost as intense as being in the presence of the gent himself.”
Belle, still blushing, could only grab the tattered remnants of her underwear and follow her girlfriend out the door.
Jaunuary 2020
Belle gave her girlfriend a smug smile.
“Hello, Katie,” said Belle. “Miss me?”
Katie turned and stared for a moment, then rolled her eyes. “What are you doing here at The Zone, luv?” she said, her British accent tight. “This is no place for you to be wandering around like a slapper, you daft cow.”
Belle gave an insolent toss of her head. “I’ll go where I please,” she said, her equally refined accent pert. “I’m not a child. Besides, you come here all the time.”
Katie shook her head and took a sip from her drink. “I know the lay of the land, luv,” she said, “and you don’t.”
Belle snickered. “Really? I seem to recall you wandering into the wrong club a few months ago and inadvertently finding yourself across a Domme’s lap, getting quite the vigorous bare-bottom spanking.”
Katie’s face colored. “You’re entirely too saucy, but my point exactly. Wander into the wrong club here and you’d be lucky to get away with nothing more than a red bum and a blush.”
“You walked funny for a week.”
“Cheeky brat.”
“I had to rub ointment on your bottom like a baby.”
“Are you trying to wind me up, luv?”
“You made the most adorable little squeaks when I patted your bum.”
Katie directed a glare toward Belle. “I’ve a mind to strip you off and send you starkers right to an Alpha.”
Belle chuckled. “Oh, dear,” she said. “Not the scary, scary Alphas!”
Katie shook her head. “You’re entirely too cheeky,” she said. “If I wasn’t here to hold your hand, you’d have some Alpha cock buried in your arse or putting a bun in your deservin’ oven, don’t you know? And you’d be getting no sympathy from me, either!”
Belle giggled. “Come on, now, Katie. You threaten to let Alphas knock me up every time you’re vexed with me. But you’re off your trolley if you really think I’d be intimidated by some willy-waving tossers.”
“You really don’t understand Alphas, luv,” said Katie. “They’re not after a little slap and tickle. They’ll make a trophy out of your belly and send you home with a waddle and a blush.”
“You’re talking bollocks,” said Belle. “Grab hold of their twig and berries and they’ll quickly learn better manners.”
“Oh?” said Katie. “You think I’m talking bollocks, do you now?”
“I know you are,” said Belle.
“Fine, luv,” said Katie. “A wager, then. The Zone is a huge building, blocks long, blocks wide, built much like a winding, multi-storied super-mall in all directions. Right now we’re in the central section, the main bar known as Main Street.”
Belle nodded. “All right.”
“Now,” continued Katie, “do you see that hallway there? The one with the small neon sign just above it? That leads to an area known as The Edge, an area containing any number of known and unknown bars, clubs, rooms, even shops.”
Belle said, “Known and unknown? What do you mean by that?”
Katie shrugged. “The rules change once you’re in there. Law of the jungle applies, really.”
Belle perked. “Really? Sounds like fun, actually. What’s the wager?”
Katie rolled her eyes. “Nobody goes back there alone, except nutters like you, luv. The wager is this. You go down that hall and spend an hour back in the Edge. Hang about in one of the clubs, perhaps. Then come back. If you manage to make it through without me having to pull you out of a dodgy situation, then I’ll do all the housework for a month.”
“Including the dishes?”
Katie laughed. “Yes, including the dishes.”
Belle thought for a moment, then said, “Make it three months.”
“Three months?!”
“And…”
“And what, luv?”
Belle smiled and said, “And you do it dressed as a French maid.”
Katie stared. “You’re serious?!”
Belle smiled. “Oh, yes. You’re so convinced I’m going to be inseminated by the walking semen factories back there, you should be jumping at the chance. A little rumpy pumpy, Belle gets a willy up the back passage or goes home with fertilized eggs, right? So you have nothing to worry about, isn’t that right? Or are you all piss and wind?”
Katie flushed. “Oh, you’re on, pet. But on the condition we make it three hours. And a three drink minimum. And…”
Belle smiled at the turnabout. “And what?”
Katie glared at her. “And you spend the three hours at the bar called ‘Prime 8’.”
“Prime 8?” said Belle. “Cool name.”
“Indeed,” said Katie. “Do we have a wager?”
Belle smiled. “We do. This is going to be fun. You’re going to have a hard time trying to be a bossy boots when you’re flitting about in your uniform.”
Katie smiled. “You’d think so, luv, wouldn’t you? You’re such a brat. Now get your first drink and bugger off.”
*****
Belle got her drink and made her way down the hallway toward the Edge section of The Zone.
Belle grinned to herself. Getting Katie vexed was fun. Yeah, she had probably gone a little bit too far in goading Katie, but there was no way Belle was going to miss the opportunity to put Katie in a French maid outfit for three months and having her do all the chores. Getting a three-month break from dishes and laundry while putting Miss Bossy Boots on display in an adorably subbie outfit was going to be the highlight of her year.
Katie’s directions to Prime 8 had been vague, but they did get her into the general area. Belle asked directions from passing patrons and she found the rest of the way without issue.
Belle smiled to herself. Listening to Katie made it sound like there were platoons of predatory Alphas patrolling the Edge hallways and byways, waiting to pounce on unsuspecting females. She was going to be disappointed to learn that Belle had strolled up and down the halls without a single aggressor making an appearance.
She approached the entrance, which had “PRIME” across the top and the number 8 beneath it. She passed through the archway- which resembled a cave- and made her way inside. She was stopped there by a barefoot woman dressed in an erotic cavewoman outfit.
“Welcome to Prime 8!” said the cavewoman. Her hair was raven-black and long, and slightly mussed. “Before you go any further, please remove your shoes.”
Belle blinked. “My shoes?”
The woman said, “Yes, your shoes. Footwear isn’t permitted here.”
Belle looked around the club. The décor involved a good deal of faux rock and dark wood. The servers were all dressed in furs similar to that worn by the woman at the door. Patrons milled about the bar and sat around the tables. Most were dressed in a modern fashion, and others were dressed in setting character, but none wore shoes.
Then the realization finally dawned on Belle that ‘Prime 8’ was pronounced the same as ‘primate’. Katie had sent her to a caveman-themed bar.
Katie grinned. “I see my girlfriend is going for the throat,” she said.
The cavewoman looked perplexed. “I beg your pardon?”
“Nothing,” said Belle. “I’m fine. I’ll remove my shoes, of course. Do I take them with me?”
The cavewoman said, “You may check them in here with me.”
“Fine,” said Belle. “Here.”
The cavewoman gave Belle a ticket to claim her shoes later. Belle took the ticket and made her way inside Prime 8.
There was a very masculine essence, an almost-visible hazy potency that seemed to hover everywhere. The men seemed bigger, stronger, more powerful. The women seemed softer, curvier, more lush. The ambiance was primitive, primal even.
Belle bit her lower lip. Her nipples were already hard. As she headed for a vacant booth, her bare feet padding on the wood floor, she grinned to herself. She could see why Katie had chosen this particular club. It wouldn’t be enough to get Belle in trouble, but it was certainly a good choice.
A cavewoman dressed much like Betty Rubble from the Flintstones came over and took her drink order. She returned a few minutes later and set the drink in front of Belle.
Belle took a swallow of her drink and looked around. There was steady, barely perceptible drum beat playing, a rhythmic pulse causing a throbbing in her lower belly. Her nipples remained hard and her hips writhed slowly, unconsciously. It was a powerful ambiance.
Two drinks later, Belle had to admit Katie had chosen well. The atmosphere at Prime 8 was probably enough to put any number of girls in heat. Straight girls, anyway. Belle knew her cheeks were likely flushed and she probably even smelled like sex. But tempting as the scene was, she simply wasn’t going to have any issue standing up and walking away when time was up.
Then a shadow fell across her table. Belle looked up.
A man stood there, dressed only in a fur loincloth. Several faux furs were draped over his shoulders, although they did little to hide his well-developed pectorals. His dark blonde hair was slicked back and he was clean-shaven. His stance wasn’t exactly a pose, but it was close enough for horseshoes.
Belle laughed. This had to be an Alpha.
The man smiled. “Come, now. My costume isn’t that bad.”
Belle said, “But it is, I assure you.”
He laughed. “You’re a straight shooter, I see. My name is Jimmy. Buy you a drink?”
Belle laughed. “Thank you, but you’re wasting your time. I bat for the other team, you see.”
Jimmy paused for a moment, but only a moment. “Let’s not let that stand in the way, shall we? Besides, I love your accent. Just listening to you talk is worth the price of a drink.”
Belle nodded her consent , although she was cracking up inside. This was a scary Alpha? This was the powerful creature of heat and intensity that was supposed to overwhelm her into submission? Belle was never going to let Katie live this one down.
She gave the man the courtesy of staying until she finished her drink. Then she stood.
“Thank you for the drink,” she said, “but I’ve dallied long enough.”
Jimmy stood as well, protesting.
“Surely you can stay for one more,” he said.
Belle laughed. “Persistent berk, aren’t you? But no, I can’t stay. I’m on a schedule.”
“I know,” said Jimmy, “but your three hours isn’t up for another twenty minutes.”
Belle opened her mouth to retort, then suddenly pulled up short. “I beg your pardon? How are you aware of my schedule?”
Jimmy grinned. “Your girlfriend asked me to keep an eye on you.”
Belle rolled her eyes. “Bollocks,” she said. “I know exactly what Katie asked you to do and I’m going to warn you right now, you wanker. Make one untoward move in my direction and I promise you I’ll tear off your dangly bits and send them home with you in a jar.”
Jimmy laughed. “No, you got it all wrong! That’s not what she asked me to do at all.”
“Oh, really?” said Belle. “And what exactly did Katie ask you to do?”
Jimmy shrugged. “All she asked me to do,” he said, “was introduce you to my friend Ian.”
Belle realized Jimmy was looking over her shoulder. She turned and found herself face-to-face with a dark-haired Adonis.
Tall, much taller than Belle. Thick shoulders. Strong, stubbled jaw. Only a loin cloth covered any part of him, and it was obvious the loincloth was having a difficult time restraining the bulge it contained. Chiseled abdominal muscles started just below his cut pecs, forming a ridged roadmap into the top of his loincloth. Dark hair. Dark eyes. And the most masculine scent Belle had ever encountered.
And he moved like a big-cat. A predatory big-cat. Fast. Powerful. Dangerous.
Belle gasped, tried to gather her thoughts. His silent appearance had caught her off-guard.
“No deal,” she said, her voice sounding strained, even to her. “You’re…no doubt you’re a treat for the right lass, but I’m not her, savvy? I’m not into cock. You’ll need to bugger off.”
Ian didn’t move in the face of her bravado. He simply gave a rugged smile.
Belle wanted to move around him, but she was having trouble focusing. The air seemed thicker, heavier. Belle felt herself helpless in his presence, found herself, her body, strangely reactive to his physical essence.
She bit her lower lip, blinked her eyes. Tried to move around him, but found herself placing a palm on his bare chest.
Ian leaned forward, his presence expanding, rolling over Belle. She took a half-step backward, but he took a full step forward. The weight of his bare belly now pressed against Belle’s, her breasts flattening against his firm pecs.
Belle gasped, her cheeks flushed, heart racing. Her nipples had been hard all night, but now they were painfully rigid. She pressed her thighs together, but it was a useless gesture. She was lubricating beyond anything she had ever experienced before. She took a deep breath, her eyes closed, and felt his scent fill her lungs completely.
He shifted slightly, his body pressing against her, and Belle shuddered, unable to contain a moan.
Belle’s belly muscles fluttered. Her pussy was hot. Wet. So fucking needy. So fucking empty. She pressed her hips against him, wriggling. Writhing. Mewling.
Ian’s hand disappeared under Belle’s skirt, grabbed hold of her panties. Pulled them from her wriggling hips effortlessly.
Belle’s eyelids fluttered as she breathed him in again. Her heart beat in her throat. Blood raced through her cheeks, pounded in her temples. Her hips wriggled, ignored her commands completely. She felt his big hands handling her, turning her around, bending her over the table.
Belle’s hips were high, raised. Bare. Then she gasped as she felt the fat head of his cock press against the sopping wet entrance of her pussy. The fat head of Ian’s thick cock. The fat head of the thick cock of a powerful, potent Alpha.
And then Ian slid his thick, potent Alpha cock deep inside Belle.
Belle shuddered as she felt every inch of that rigid shaft slide inside her wet channel. Wriggled as his cock went deeper and deeper, the fat head pressing against her cervix, the weight of his heavy, heavy balls pressing against her clit.
His cock fully buried in Belle, Ian placed one hand on her shoulder, the other hand on her hip, and then proceeded to pound her senseless.
He stroked his dick into her, his heavy sack slapping her clit again and again. Her belly muscles twitched, jumped as her whole body short-circuited. Unable to focus, to think, Belle could only take the pounding as her body orgasmed again and again.
She felt his grip on her shoulder and hips tighten, felt his rigid cock throb and suddenly there was a rush of heat inside her as Ian blasted a hot, fertile steam inside her. He didn’t stop stroking into her, however, and his pelvis continued to slap against Belle’s rounded bare ass. The sensation of his hot blast of seed inside her, however, caused Belle to orgasm again, then again.
Three more times Ian shot a heated stream of semen inside her, and three more times Belle wriggled and writhed in helpless heat and intense release.
And then Ian jammed his cock fully inside Belle and held, inseminating the exhausted girl one final time. He held her place as his final ejaculation continued for nearly a minute, making sure every drop of his potent seed was deep inside her.
And then the Alpha pulled his thick cock from Belle’s pussy with a wet slurp. He paused for a moment, using Belle’s skirt to dry his heavy member. Then he tucked it back into his loincloth, patted Belle’s bare bottom and disappeared once again into the Prime 8 crowd.
The surrounding crowd offered the exiting Alpha a round of nervous applause.
As Ian’s presence moved away, Belle conscious mind slowly returned. And suddenly she realized she had just been pounded silly in public. In front of an audience. A still cheering audience.
And inseminated. Heavily inseminated. With very virile, very potent semen.
Belle closed her eyes, her cheeks burning. She knew, knew without peeing on a stick, that she was up the duff. Katie had gotten her. Gotten her good.
“Hey, brat,” said Katie’s voice. “Sorry about your knickers. Enthusiastic bugger he was, yeah?”
Belle stood, her orgasm-wracked body protesting. She had never been pounded so hard, so soundly, in her life. Her hand went to her flat belly.
Katie grinned. “Well, we’d best do some shopping. You’ve been knocked up by an Alpha, luv, and that means you’ll be lactating by tonight and showing by next week. And we’d best pick up some toys for you as well. They say the arousal factor during an Alpha pregnancy is almost as intense as being in the presence of the gent himself.”
Belle, still blushing, could only grab the tattered remnants of her underwear and follow her girlfriend out the door.
Jaunuary 2020