kirathewarrior1999 asked:
What do you think would happen to me if I wondered into the Zone?
chrystalwynd answered:
I think you’d be all right. Initially. You’d be a bit tense, because it’s a new place and has a rep, but since you knew that going in, you’d be fine. You’d get a drink and let yourself relax a little bit.
The guy next to you would probably smile at your nervousness and tell you to relax. And relaxing would seem like the thing to do. The guy is so confident and just exudes an aura of quiet strength and competence, it would be so easy to just take a breath and relax. In fact, since the guy bought you a drink, it’s even easier to relax now.
Anyway, worrying about being in The Zone would be silly, because the presence…heck, the scent…of the guy next to you is distracting enough. Very distracting, in fact. A strong scent, vibrant, potent. Powerful.
Damn. He really does smell good. You’re pressing your thighs unconsciously now, but it’s not helping. Your belly muscles are twitching and jumping at his slightest move. His smile…his eyes…damn, those eyes. He wants something. You’ll give him anything. His eyes, his scent, his presence won’t let you think otherwise.
His hands are on you, guiding you. You’d say no if it occurred to you, but it wouldn’t. You’re too distracted to think of it. And the feel of his thickening cock pressing between your lips and into your mouth makes sense, you know? Of course he’s stroking his cock into your mouth, his cock becoming a bar of steel as it slides against your warm, wet throat.
And when he cums, it’s a river of pure heat and seed and it just doesn’t seem to stop. You’re swallowing it unconsciously because it doesn’t occur to you not to. Your belly is filling with the hot, heavy flow, and your eyes are becoming heavy as you moan around the cock in your mouth.
He’s eventually drained and he pulls his hard, wet cock from your mouth. That cock is still rigid, however, and his hands just shift you around, putting you on all fours. And when he presses his still hard cock inside you, there’s no resistance, because you’re crazy wet. And then he’s balls-deep inside you.
He’s stroking into you now, hard, solid strokes, and it feels like the fat head of his cock is pressing against your cervix. You’re impossibly wet, eyes glazed as his thick shaft works itself back and forth inside you, unable to make any coherent sounds. And when he starts cumming deep inside you, you’re a wriggling, writhing, wet mess as you helplessly come on his cock, waves of pure electricity flowing over you again and again.
He pulls his cock out of you with a wet slurping sound. He chuckles as he gets dressed. And then he leaves without another word, having gotten what he wanted.
And you lay there, helplessly exhausted, your awareness slowly returning as you realize you just got heavily inseminated by a man whose name you don’t even know.
Well, not just a man. An Alpha.
And months later when you go back to The Zone, waddling around with a Ginger Ale in your hand, your belly embarrassingly big, the Alpha would walk up to you. His eyes would drop to your swollen belly and he’d chuckle, enjoying the sight of his trophy. And then he’d pat your belly and smile as he walked away.
That’s what I think would happen if you went to The Zone.
What do you think would happen to me if I wondered into the Zone?
chrystalwynd answered:
I think you’d be all right. Initially. You’d be a bit tense, because it’s a new place and has a rep, but since you knew that going in, you’d be fine. You’d get a drink and let yourself relax a little bit.
The guy next to you would probably smile at your nervousness and tell you to relax. And relaxing would seem like the thing to do. The guy is so confident and just exudes an aura of quiet strength and competence, it would be so easy to just take a breath and relax. In fact, since the guy bought you a drink, it’s even easier to relax now.
Anyway, worrying about being in The Zone would be silly, because the presence…heck, the scent…of the guy next to you is distracting enough. Very distracting, in fact. A strong scent, vibrant, potent. Powerful.
Damn. He really does smell good. You’re pressing your thighs unconsciously now, but it’s not helping. Your belly muscles are twitching and jumping at his slightest move. His smile…his eyes…damn, those eyes. He wants something. You’ll give him anything. His eyes, his scent, his presence won’t let you think otherwise.
His hands are on you, guiding you. You’d say no if it occurred to you, but it wouldn’t. You’re too distracted to think of it. And the feel of his thickening cock pressing between your lips and into your mouth makes sense, you know? Of course he’s stroking his cock into your mouth, his cock becoming a bar of steel as it slides against your warm, wet throat.
And when he cums, it’s a river of pure heat and seed and it just doesn’t seem to stop. You’re swallowing it unconsciously because it doesn’t occur to you not to. Your belly is filling with the hot, heavy flow, and your eyes are becoming heavy as you moan around the cock in your mouth.
He’s eventually drained and he pulls his hard, wet cock from your mouth. That cock is still rigid, however, and his hands just shift you around, putting you on all fours. And when he presses his still hard cock inside you, there’s no resistance, because you’re crazy wet. And then he’s balls-deep inside you.
He’s stroking into you now, hard, solid strokes, and it feels like the fat head of his cock is pressing against your cervix. You’re impossibly wet, eyes glazed as his thick shaft works itself back and forth inside you, unable to make any coherent sounds. And when he starts cumming deep inside you, you’re a wriggling, writhing, wet mess as you helplessly come on his cock, waves of pure electricity flowing over you again and again.
He pulls his cock out of you with a wet slurping sound. He chuckles as he gets dressed. And then he leaves without another word, having gotten what he wanted.
And you lay there, helplessly exhausted, your awareness slowly returning as you realize you just got heavily inseminated by a man whose name you don’t even know.
Well, not just a man. An Alpha.
And months later when you go back to The Zone, waddling around with a Ginger Ale in your hand, your belly embarrassingly big, the Alpha would walk up to you. His eyes would drop to your swollen belly and he’d chuckle, enjoying the sight of his trophy. And then he’d pat your belly and smile as he walked away.
That’s what I think would happen if you went to The Zone.