Omega Seduction.
Omega Seduction.
Lyra~
I know y’all might be wondering..oh my God, how the hell can she even do this? Is Lyra suddenly a f*****g stripper now? Is she some expert in seduction?
How can she possibly satisfy Damon with that swollen belly between them and milk leaking out of her t**s like she’s already in heat for the next century? Isn’t she sore? Doesn’t it hurt? Wouldn’t the pregnancy affect
her performance?
Jokes on you, baby girl.
Because this b***h was built for this.
And I mean it..built. For. This.
Hahaha. Let me be so real right now. I’ve watched a shitload of porn growing up. Yeah. I said it. Don’t judge me. Save the fake gasps and church–girl blushes, because at some point in your life, you were right there with me..scrolling through pages, finding the one that hit just right.
That one video that made your toes curl and your fingers slip between your thighs before you could even
think about it.
That was me. Over and over. I watched everything. Strippers riding like they were being paid by the stroke.
Girls gagging on c**k with mascara running and drool pooling under their chin. I wasn’t just watching..I was studying. I was learning the rhythm, the grip, the angle of the hips, the bounce that made men cry and monsters like Damon f*****g lose their mind.
I practiced. I practiced on pillows. On my fingers. On the edge of the bed while biting my lip and imagining it was him watching me.
I’d grind against the mattress with my mouth open and my face buried in my own arm to keep from waking anyone up while I moaned his name into my skin.
So no. This isn’t some random last–minute performance.
This is my f*****g moment.
Pregnant or not. Sore or not. Leaking or not.
I am going to make this Alpha lose every shred of control he has left. I am going to ride him like I’m the devil’s favorite slut and this is my reward for being filthy enough to earn it.
I am going to grind on his c**k with my back arched, t**s bouncing, belly curving between us, and milk spraying down my chest like I was made to be bred on stage in front of the gods.
I got down from the desk with the slowest f*****g strut I’ve ever done in my life.
Not because I wasn’t sore..hell, I was wrecked. My thighs were shaking. My p***y was leaking. My t**s were so full they ached with every bounce.
But I made it sexy. I made it a show. Because I knew he was watching. I knew his eyes were on every inch of my body, and f**k, I loved it.
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I swayed my hips with every step, dragged my fingers down the sides of my thighs like I was modeling for sin
then cupped my t**s and gave them a little squeeze just for him. Milk beaded from the clamps and dripped slow down my belly. I didn’t wipe it.
I kept walking.
“Oh Daddy…” I sang, voice breathless and full of fake innocence. “You really want me to be your stripper?”
I rolled my hips again and moaned like the movement turned me on and it did. It really f*****g did.
My cunt clenched just from the thought of his eyes on me, of him watching me perform like a good little Omega slut with swollen t**s and a belly full of pups. I bit my bottom lip, tilted my head, and giggled like a ******g tease.
“You want me to dance for you? Shake this ass for you like I’ve been doing it all my life? You want a private show, Daddy?”
I turned around in front of him, gave him the full view, and bent slowly..so slow my p***y lips kissed each other on the way down and grabbed my ankles just to make the bounce even deeper.
My ass jiggled. Hard.
And then I made it clap.
Once.
Twice.
Then again.
I stayed bent, head turned, looking back at him over my shoulder with that messy hair stuck to my face, drool on my chin, and the sluttiest smile I’ve ever worn.
“You like that?” I whispered, breath shaking from how wet I was. “You like seeing your little Omega bounce her fat ass after you knotted her full of pups? Look, Daddy… I’m still dripping…”
And I was. His c*m was spilling down my thighs like honey. My folds were red and puffy and twitching. My clit throbbed with every sway of my hips, but I didn’t stop. I stood up again, slow and seductive, and walked
the final step to where he sat like a god.
I straddled his lap.
His c**k was hard. So f*****g hard. It pressed between us like it had its own pulse. I didn’t even sit yet–I just hovered over it, teasing, grinding, letting the heat of my soaked p***y rub against his shaft without letting
him in.
“You want me to dance on this c**k?” I whispered into his ear, my t**s pressing against his chest, warm milk leaking between us. (“You want me to grind on it until I squirt again? You want me to ride it like a stage pole and beg for another knot, Daddy?”
He didn’t say anything.
His fists were clenched.
His jaw was locked.
And that c**k? It twitched so hard I felt it jump.
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I started to move. Hips rolling in small, slow circles. My cunt dragging across him.
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My hands running up to cup my t**s and squeeze them right in his face. I rubbed my n*****s, milk spilling onto his thighs, then leaned back and let my head drop, my belly curved, my body arched.
“Oh f**k… Daddy… look at me,” I moaned. “Look how filthy your little Omega’s gotten. I’m giving you a lap dance with your c*m still dripping out of me. I’m swollen. I’m bred. And I’m still f*****g horny.”
I bit my lip again. Rolled my hips faster. Ground my p***y down until my clit rubbed the base of his c**k just
right.
“I practiced this, you know,” I gasped, riding slow. “Late at night. When I couldn’t sleep. I used to ride my pillow just like this and imagine you were watching me. Pretending I was your little toy.”
His hands shot up.
Gripped my hips.
And his eyes–f**k–they were glowing.
“Keep going,” Damon growled, his voice thick like molten heat, the kind that made my insides squeeze and my
thighs shake harder than they already were.
His hands gripped my hips like he owned me–like he was seconds from losing control–and the moment I felt that pressure tighten, my whole body f*****g responded.
“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, licking my lips, already grinding on him without shame, without fear, without a single
f**k left in the world.
I rolled my hips in slow, wide circles, my slick dragging along the full length of his c**k, coating him with every drop that poured from my cunt. I could feel the tip catch against my clit. I could feel my folds swollen
and puffy and begging to be split open again.
“Grind your ass on Daddy’s d**k,” he said, voice dark and low. “Grind it until I can’t see anything but how wet you are. Rub that little p***y all over it, kitten. I want to see how dirty you can be.”
I moaned louder, my hands sliding up my belly, over my t**s, squeezing hard enough to make milk spill
between my fingers.
I arched my back and leaned into him, breasts pressed against his chest as my hips started to move faster. I wasn’t even sitting, I was hovering, grinding his c**k with my whole cunt like I was f*****g starving for it.
“You only want to sit on it, huh?” he hissed, watching me with those golden, glowing eyes, pupils blown wide. “You want to ride it, but I didn’t say you could only sit on it. I said grind. f*****g grind kitten!“.
And so I did.
I stayed just above him, body trembling from how much I needed to be filled, and I started to grind harder- messier–rubbing my p***y up and down his c**k like I was trying to f**k myself open without letting him in.
The head bumped my clit again and again. My thighs started shaking. My moans got louder. I was soaking him. f**k, I was soaking everything.
“Shake that ass,” he growled, voice rising with need. “Twerk for me. I want to see it bounce. Clap that s**t on my lap, kitten. You’re my f*****g show now.”
I bit my lip and leaned forward, hands braced on his knees, and I started to bounce. Real bouncing.
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My ass slapped down with every drop, every little twerk making his c**k slide through my folds and smear
with my
slick. The sound of my ass clapping against his thighs echoed through the room, wet and sharp and
obscene.
I looked back over my shoulder, messy hair in my face, t**s still leaking, body trembling, and moaned, “You like that, Daddy? You like how I twerk for you even after you f****d me raw? Look at my ass, it’s still bouncing.
I’m still leaking. And I still f*****g want more.”
His hands clenched tighter.
His c**k jerked so hard it nearly slid into me without warning.
“f**k, Lyra,” he growled. “You keep shaking that ass like that and I’m gonna grab you by your throat and f**k you standing until you scream so loud the whole f*****g neighbors hears.”
My p***y throbbed at his voice. I bit my lip and smiled so wide it hurt. I stayed right there on his lap, still grinding, still dragging my clit over his c**k with every movement.
But this time, I leaned close–nose to nose–and whispered into his mouth, “Who knew you were this f*****g
easy to ruin, Daddy?”
His eyes narrowed.
His breath caught.
He didn’t expect that. And I loved it.
“Who knew you were this f*****g naughty?” he growled, but I cut him off with a little giggle and a wicked
smile.
“Oh Damon,” I moaned, dragging my fingers through the milk on my t**s and rubbing it on his chest.
“You told me to give you everything, right? Every filthy thing I’ve ever thought about. Every nasty little move I practiced in secret. But the truth is… I haven’t even f*****g started yet.”
I rolled my hips again. Slow. Deep. My slick dragging over his c**k until his whole lap was soaked and sticky and throbbing with tension.
“You’ve always been in charge,” I whispered. “Every time you pinned me. Every time you filled me up. Every time you knotted me so deep I screamed. But now?”
I paused. Bent close. Licked the corner of his mouth.
“Now I’m in charge. And you’re gonna do every single thing I say.”
His breath hitched.
I grabbed his face with both hands while I stared him straight in the eye.
“Put your arms above your head, Daddy.”
He didn’t move fast enough.
So I slapped his chest, hard, right over the heart.
“I said, arms up.”
He obeyed.
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f*****g slowly. Like it turned him on to submit. Like he was letting me think I was in control just to see what
I’d do with it.
“Lean back.”
He did.
“Spread your legs.”
