OGwork_Grace
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Reinvigorated by the necessity of punishment, Vincent stands up. "Get onto the desk on your back. Bend your knees and hold yourself open."
Beau looks like he's been struck. He begins, "My lord, I am unclean. I will—"
Vincent releases his enraged pheromones.
Beau's breath hitches. He climbs on the desk and drops back, holding his bent knees obediently up and open. His honeyed pheromones bloom through the room as he reveals his soft pussy, his cunt folds peeking shyly out, slick already trickling down the seam of his thigh. The slut looks eager to be fucked, like he offers his hole to strange alphas regularly.
But Beau is his.
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Adin has a plan. Get into the most prestigious college in the world, outperform every single stuck-up alpha its hallowed halls can fit... and then, once he gets his degree? Tell the world he's been an omega the whole time, and force them to lift the ban that was supposed to prevent him from ever amounting to anything. Prove to the world he's more than a hole to be bred.
One night. One hour-late dose of his suppressants. One douchebag alpha roommate. That's all it takes for his dream to turn to ash in his mouth.
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- Part 1 of Kalemny
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What's an alpha to do when a pretty young omega comes to work for him as a wet-nurse for his son?
Make him his, of course.
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- Part 2 of Original Works
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Silas likes the way Luke looks right now— on his back, legs spread, arms tied above his head. His large tits jiggle every time he moves, which happens with each slap Silas lands to his poor, swollen pussy. Luke is trembling all over, giving cry after delicious cry as his cunt is abused. Tears are streaking down his cheeks, fresh as Silas rears back and lands a particularly hard slap against his sex.
"Fuck!" Luke manages, voice strained. He shakes his head. "Silas, please!"
"Please, what?" Another slap. "I have no idea what you mean, baby."
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- Part 5 of Silas & Luke
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Tal's whole body strings taut. With an immense effort that has his back and shoulders screaming, he raises his head. The villagers' attention has turned from him, fixed on something out beyond his back, and the priest waves his carved staff of coral and pearl, chanting prayers for the god to look favorably upon their sacrifice, to return the fisheries to their plenty. Several of the women cover their mouths, their eyes rolling and white.
The waves have stopped.
The waves have stopped, and Tal is going to die.