5. Hazel

HAZEL

"Oh, you're in for it now, Zelly!"

I screeched as I ran, each step sinking into soft sand. It was utterly futile — Adrian was so much taller, faster, stronger than I was. Cold, wet arms encircled my waist and his familiar rain scent enveloped me.

"Think it's funny dumping a bucket of seawater on me?" He kissed my neck once. I caught his sharp inhale before he dove in again like he was starving for me, hands wandering.

"I'm SO sorry," I moaned, pushing back against him and feeling his growing hardness against me. "I've definitely learnt my lesson and I will never, ever do it again."

Adrian's big step accidentally tangled with my small one and we fell on the sand with a squealing laugh. My breath was knocked from my lungs as he landed on top of me.

"Adrian, get off me you big lug," I laughed.

His weight only got heavier.

"Adrian, you're hurting me." I squirmed beneath him. I managed to leverage my awkwardly twisted palm underneath his chin and pushed. His head flopped to one side, and I turned to see his ashen face, hollowed-out eye sockets and skin fused over where his mouth should be and I screamed and screamed.

I jerked awake, heart hammering at the column of my throat. Sheets stuck to my clammy skin. I immediately reached for my phone like I always did.

3:37am.

Not the worst night's sleep I'd had, but not great either.

I threw the covers off and made my way over to my wardrobe, leaving a trail of pyjamas on the floor. Sports bra, leggings, jacket zipped up over the top. My hair went up into a high ponytail and scent-neutralising spray applied. I crossed the road to the 24 hour gym, the city a shade of its daylight self.

I put my body through squats, lunges and deadlifts until my muscles screamed with effort. Then I ran until my legs felt like jelly beneath me. Despite my careful efforts to wipe down all the equipment, my scent still clung to the porous handles and rubber mats. I glanced at the large digital clock on the wall. The cleaners would be in soon, erasing every trace of me.

I trudged back home and scalded my skin pink underneath a blistering hot shower. Then collapsed back into my nest and lay there, scrolling aimlessly on my phone until it was acceptable to start the day.

I couldn't really deny it any longer. I'd been monitoring my OmegaFans profile and one thing was clear.

My subscribers were feral for my collab with Ryder.

We'd dropped our videos at exactly the same time — him with the POV blowjob and me having my ass spanked and pussy eaten.

Ryder's fans had never seen him cum so much before. Considering how much real estate he had to cover on my tits, this was a pretty accurate assessment to be fair. And my fans were obsessed with the noises he got out of me stating they'd never heard me come like that. Which was also accurate but mildly annoying.

And they were dying to see us fuck.

The tips absolutely rolled in and our inboxes were inundated.

You're so fucking hot when you come.

I want to see him destroy your tight omega cunt.

How is your day baby girl? When you're done with him, I have a huge knot you're going to cream yourself over. I would treat you so good baby girl fill you up right and you'll never need another alpha again. I would worship you, lick you all over and suck on your pretty little toes until—

I stopped reading that one.

Send me bobs

Send me boobs

Tits

Mmm, I love submissive Asian pussy.

Ok, so not all the comments were great. It wasn't anything I hadn't heard before, there was just a lot more of it now. And dick pics. My god so many dick pics. It was a German bratwurst festival in my inbox.

So many had attached tips to them. I handed out warnings and restrictions like candy. No amount of money was worth me seeing their curved, mushroomed, oddly coloured, leaning slightly to the left dicks.

Ryder

We're doing this again, right?

It was almost a relief to see a message from a human face instead of a blank user icon. Or worse, a man in the distance holding a fish.

I had said we would collaborate again if the videos did well, didn't I? Our increased subscriber counts and extra income was irrefutable evidence. I wasn't about to go back on my word.

That was the entire reason and not at all how good a fuck he was. How talented his tongue was, how well his cock filled me up, how—

God fucking dammit.

I whipped off my top and took an impromptu selfie of my tits spilling out of my bra.

Ryder

fuck

I'm coming over

please

My bra came off and he got another selfie.

Ryder

FUCK

My giggles over his pained texts dissolved quickly when his own photo came through. He sent me a mirror shot, sitting on the end of his bed. Hard shape of his cock bulging from his grey sweatpants.

Oh, he was good.

I opened my bedside table and fished out my favourite knotted dildo. I laid it between my breasts and snapped another photo, this time with the tiniest glimpse of my bare pussy.

better hurry

Ryder

FUCK!!!

im on my way

good idea tho

stretch that pussy out for my cock

but if you knot yourself you're not getting my cum

Rude.

I only just managed to get my wig on before Ryder tore into my apartment, gave my camera a slight tilt upwards away from the nest, before fucking me hard against the wall. We only stopped briefly to set up a second angle — his camera placed low — to capture every filthy, high-res detail of his cock disappearing into my cunt.

We lay side by side in the nest afterward, reviewing the footage as it transferred to his laptop.

"Look at this," Ryder said, scrubbing his pointer back and forth on the screen. A creamy drop of slick slid from where we were joined and dripped off onto the floor below. Then slid back up into my pussy. Then fell back down again. Then up. And—

"Oh my god, stop!" I giggled and pushed his hands off the laptop and got myself the most blinding grin in return.

"I'm making that a gif. Fucking hot."

I squashed a pillow into his face. He tossed it aside immediately and the space between us shrank as Ryder pulled me closer. "I usually only get like that close to my heat," I said, shaking my head.

His hand began drawing lazy circles on my thigh. "Is that coming up? If you need to bank up content for when you're out of commission, you know I'm game."

"That's a nice way of saying you're happy to fuck me non-stop for a week straight."

"Hey." He sat up. "It's a huge sacrifice. My dick might fall off by the end of it and—"

I did everything I could to smush his lips together. "Shhhhh. You're prettier when you don't talk."

His smile was incorrigible, even behind my hands. "I think you like it a lot when I talk," he countered.

Damn, he got me there.

Ryder removed my hands and placed them back on my thigh, giving it an absentminded pat. "By the way, I was going to send you my finished edit of our full video but we can just review it together now."

"Oh. Good idea."

It was not a good idea. It was watching literal porn with the person on screen sitting next to me. The addition of Ryder's mic elevated the experience, picking up my desperate little cries, his grunts of exertion and the sweaty slap of our bodies.

My perfume filled the nest, spilling out and over the already intermingled scents of our earlier desperate joining. Summer sweetness giving way to a firelit night.

The final shot of his knot lodged deep in my pussy faded out and we leapt on each other. The camera was still pointed against the wall we'd fucked against earlier instead of where we were entwined in the nest now.

"Use our—" Ryder smothered the rest of my sentence with a kiss. "Use our phones," I gasped out.

He sucked a stinging hickey into my neck (he sure was getting into a habit of those) as he fumbled around with his other hand. Tore himself away only long enough to set his phone upright with the front facing camera on before covering me with his body again. "Grab yours," he demanded, before closing a hot mouth around my nipple.

I could barely focus and dropped my phone three times. He wouldn't stop nipping, nuzzling at my breasts, thumbs teasing my nipples to hard points. How the fuck was I supposed to think about shot composition, angles, anything right now?

"Give it to me."

Thank god.

Ryder filmed a slow panning shot over me. He brushed my wig to one side to showcase the darkening bruise on my neck. Then paused over my kiss-bitten tits before lowering further to reveal my spread legs and shining pussy.

"Fuck, I can't. I have to—"

The phone landed face down next to me and then Ryder landed facedown in my cunt. He lapped at my slick, moaning like a man saved from dying of thirst. My hips bucked against his face and his arms immediately wound around my thighs, holding me down. Refusing to let me have any control over my own pleasure, leaving me completely at the mercy of his tongue.

"Oh jeez, I'm coming already. Ryder, I—"

His fingertips bruised my skin as I doused him in slick. My inner thigh vibrated with his satisfied chuckle.

"That good, huh?"

My eyes narrowed. I planted my foot on his shoulder and shoved. He fell back against the wall of the nest with a surprised grunt. I threw a quick look behind me to check that we were lined up with the camera and then I was in his lap, sinking down on his cock. His hands flew to my ass, gripping tight.

"Spread me," I whispered. Ryder's eyes rolled skyward and he obeyed, letting the camera see every intimate detail of where we were joined. How my wetness coated his length, lewd and shining. The way my pussy lips gripped him tight as I slid up and down.

And if I leaned forward just a little bit, Ryder's cock also did excellent, excellent things for that sweet, desperate spot inside me.

"You were made to ride my cock, weren't you?" he asked feverishly. His thumb pressed against my clit and I whined at the added stimulation. "Use me and fuck me with that tight little cunt."

I rolled my hips against him in a desperate grind until my thighs burned with the effort. His other hand stayed on my ass, guiding my movements while letting me take control. I was so fucking close to what I needed when I felt his finger inch forward.

"I'm going to fuck this ass one day soon," Ryder promised darkly, pressing directly on top of my furled hole. I gasped, starlight creeping into the edges of my vision. "There's not a single part of you that won't know the feel of my cum."

His words cracked me open and I fell apart as he watched with burning eyes. His body was taut, a dark energy begging to be freed.

I broke his shackles with a single, reckless sentence.

"Show me you can own this pussy first."

Ryder unleashed himself on me. Possessive. Raw. Hungry. My back hit the soft mattress, my leg thrown over his shoulder before he fucked his length deep inside me again. He pounded the most obscene, high-pitched noises out of my lungs before flipping me. Kicked my thighs shut, held me down and fucked my tightly squeezed pussy from behind. His palm spanked me so hard my entire body seized then he told me how good that made me choke his cock.

I fucking loved it.

I was unsure how my poor, ravaged pussy even had the ability to come again, but I couldn't deny the telltale tightening in my belly and thighs. Building and building before it overwhelmed me entirely.

Ryder dragged my hips up — the perfect presenting omega — before pushing his knot inside me without any warning. My slick-drenched cunt took him eagerly, my inner muscles locking tight. My shoulder muffled his liquid groan of pleasure as he flooded me with his second load of the day. He buried his face into my neck, his scent shrouding me like smoke. The nest seemed to fade away. I could almost hear the sharp crack of a log releasing embers, glowing like ghosts of fireflies.

His arm braced me firmly around my middle as Ryder rolled us into a spooning position. His kisses along my neck felt like aftercare. The roving thumb lightly grazing the underside of my breast felt like tenderness.

I wasn't sure how I felt about this part of it. The quiet gentleness that followed when I was locked with my alpha.

That wasn't something I wanted to be reminded of.

"How many content pieces do you think we got out of today?" I asked a little too brightly.

Just bring the focus back to work.

"Sierra. My brain is mush right now," he mumbled against my shoulder. "Or at the very least, it's inflated and stuck inside you."

I let out a soft huff of laughter, glad of the reminder that none of this was serious. He was so warm against me, like a big…wonderful…soft blanket…

"Are you…falling asleep?"

My body jerked sharply. Shit. I must have actually started to nap. Having my brains fucked out must have taken more out of me than I thought.

Not to mention the minor inconvenience of being up since 3am.

"Sorry," I apologised, feeling sheepish. "I didn't sleep very well last night."

Ryder's arm tightened around my waist. "It's ok, you can rest. As long as you don't mind that my knot's still, uh…"

I was already out.