Omega Black finale

It wasn’t the Middle Ages. There was no shame in hiring an Alpha. And both Cosima and Delphine were curious about it: the same curiosity that had drawn them into science made them wonder what it was like, how different it would be being knotted by a real live Alpha.

There were websites—ones with free trial. Cosima knew it was a bit bigoted of her to look at the selection of interested Alphas and skip over the so obviously butch ones, being intimidated by their bulging biceps and shaven heads, but hell, no matter how politically correct she was, she reserved the right to be picky about who put their fist in her vagina. Both she and Delphine settled on Hooper_219… who they’d come to know as Shay.

Her bio was written with a light, clever touch, her profile pic glamorous enough, but not obviously falsified—just a really good shot from some party or another. Cosima could imagine Shay seeing herself tagged in a Facebook post, loving how accidentally hot she’d looked in it, and deciding to make that her avatar.

If it were just Cosima, she still might not’ve done more than book Shay’s profile for later. But Delphine encouraged her to go through with that and the introduction Cosima typed included Delphine’s numerous bored asides as she watched Cosima write, complaining about the single-serve microwave popcorn Cosima had bought, with those half-folded bags that you only cooked for about a minute-twenty and gave you about as much popcorn as, say, the bowl you’d serve potatoes in at dinner, or the child’s option at a movie theater.

Cosima thought they were healthy. Delphine hated getting just enough popcorn to want more popcorn and then being out of popcorn. When Shay replied, she took Delphine’s side. Cosima forgave her.

They exchanged a few e-mails, Cosima more than Delphine, who Cosima felt was still a little ill at ease communicating in a second language. If Shay was a psycho, she was at least good at hiding it. That was all Cosima asked of Helena; it seemed unfair to ask more of Shay. And it turned out they had both grown up on the same cheesy Drizzt Do’Urden novels.

The e-mails progressed to Skype chats. Always good to know Shay really was the delicate Russian ballerina type, and not some guy who for some reason had decided the best place to find true love was at a fem-Alpha dating site. The profile pic hadn’t lied, either—Shay was cute as a button, and as the days wore on, Cosima noticed she dressed quite a bit more flatteringly for their sessions. Not that Shay hadn’t been dressed to impress the first time she showed up on Cosima’s laptop, but there’d been a bit of business interview formality. Now she was wearing short skirts, low-cut tops, stockings and crazy garters… she was trying to seduce Cosima and Cosima quite liked the prospect.

Delphine liked the idea too. As it turned out, Shay’s high school French had stuck, and she could have a few conversations with Delphine in the mother tongue that made Delphine unclench in a deliciously adorable way. Cosima thought Shay would make a good Alpha for her. Caring, considerate, but not a push-over, not one of those Alphas who apologized for being an Alpha. Cosima hated those.

But you couldn’t talk with an Alpha regularly and not think about knotting. It just wasn’t biology; that When Harry Met Sally thing all over again. One night in bed, Delphine rolled over and finally said it: “Do you really want to do this?”

“Do you?”

“I do if you do.”

“Okay then,” Cosima nodded. They were out of hypothesis, onto theory. “What do you want to do?”

There was a European film Delphine had watched as a teenager. It was very European, from back in the 70s when a movie could be explicit but also knew how not to be explicit. They showed almost the entire knotting, intercut with bees pollinating flowers and that kinda stuff, and not with just one Omega either. Two. Same time. Classical music playing as the two Omegas nuzzled together, sharing in the happiness of being knotted. Even though it was a man doing it, of course, it was still almost painfully erotic.

“I wanna do that too,” Cosima said, after Delphine had closed the screen of the laptop.

They sent Shay an e-mail with the name of the film; Emmanuelle’s Alpha. It took a tense few days for her to watch it, then she e-mailed them back.

And she wanted to do it too.

***

Shay had done this before. She brought a bottle of wine and the second she stepped through the door, there was an overwhelming herness about her. It was a little disconcerting, how subtly different she was from the hormoneless Skype call: more vivid, more intent-seeming, somehow more interesting. They all Instagrammed each other, uploading that they would be hanging out as insurance against the unlikely event that one or two of them were psychos. Then they popped the cork and talked, like it was just another Skype session: one where they could smell each other, one where they could touch.

Cosima was still surprised how Delphine didn’t mind when she reached out from the loveseat to the armchair, playing with the buttons on the pockets of Shay’s slacks. In fact, Delphine smiled approvingly. Like she wished she could. But instead, she fixed her gaze on Cosima as the conversation carried on, her words gentle and sensual, arousing Cosima as only long experience could.

In due course, Cosima put her feet up on Shay’s lap. They had slipped out of their pumps, leaving them bare, and Cosima thought with certainty that this was what Shay wanted. She tingled through her whole body was Shay idly massaged her feet while continuing the conversation.

Eventually Cosima said something—she wouldn’t remember what, later on—and Shay laughed. “What’s so funny?” she asked.

“Nothing. You just… really sound like a woman who wants to be knotted.”

And she stood and offered Cosima her hand and Cosima took it and she stood and took Delphine’s hand and they all went to the bedroom.

“Just like in the e-mail,” Shay said with a note of finality. “What you want me to do?”

“Yes,” Cosima said. Delphine just nodded.

“Okay then. We’re gonna need to get your pussy wet, Niehaus.”

“I can do that,” Delphine said weakly.

“No. I want to.”

It was a blur then. Shay was a drug and she’d just crossed the blood-brain barrier. Both of them were high on her, Delphine giggling as Shay ripped the clothes from Cosima’s body—just like the movie. Then Shay’s lips were sealed to Cosima’s pussy, her tongue occupying it: Cosima’s whole body felt like some kind of masturbatory pleasure for Shay’s use. Fuck, and she was just a Beta. Delphine must’ve been coming her brains out just watching, the big Omega…

Cosima gurgled in helplessly undignified ecstasy, feeling as if she were being reshaped, remolded by Shay’s sucking and tonguing of her sex. Shay’s tongue, powerful and obscenely invasive, felt the way Cosima thought a penis might, and that pornographic thought somehow turned her on even more.

Delphine kissed her once—a mistake, Cosima needed to let out her sighs and moans to keep from being completely overwhelmed. After that, Delphine kissed her neck enticingly, Cosima holding her close, Shay’s tongue moving faster and faster, fucking Cosima, making her body jerk and dance like a fish upon a hook.

Breaking free of Delphine’s grip, her kisses, Cosima threw her ass high off the bed, letting Shay fuck her tongue in even deeper. Delphine caught her and kissed her viciously. They had her, over and over, tongues between her lips and inside her tight, trembling sex. Both of them felt the vibrations of a hard climax tingle through Cosima’s body.

“You’re ready,” Shay said, to Cosima. To Delphine: “Hold her.”

She didn’t mean hold her down. Delphine got behind Cosima, wrapping her up in an embrace. It was all happening so fast: Cosima was almost befuddled, pleasantly lost in this suddenly voluptuous atmosphere of pleasing Shay, acceding to her demands. She kissed Delphine lovingly and Shay smiled at them as she brought her hands to Cosima’s thighs, rubbing them at first gently, then with slightly forceful strokes that shook Cosima’s body.

“I’m ready,” Cosima said, holding her legs open, relaxing as best she could even though she was so nervous—not sure that Shay really wanted her, not sure she could really take this wonderful knot.

Shay entered her, two fingers and even that seemed like far too few. Cosima sighed as she spread her legs apart, obligingly, obediently, relishing the sudden knowledge that she had been entered. The penetration was deep, she was stretched wide—at least she thought so. She was so sensitive, so aroused… everything charged with electricity. She felt a third finger join the other two, driving forcefully inside her, parting her soft sodden folds. Knuckles brushing against her clitoris. Cosima tensing: concern and excitement.

“Relax,” Shay said, a gentle order. “You’re taking me so well so far.”

“You really are,” Delphine said, chin perched on Cosima’s shoulder. “Soon, it’ll be all the way in.”

“God, baby, you’re delicious.” She loved hearing Shay talk—that high-pitched voice so oddly commanding, so wonderfully pleased with her. “Clenching my fingers nice and tight… letting me know how much you want me. But I have to feel all of you, Cosima. I need to know what you feel like on my fist.”

The knuckle of her fourth finger brushed against Cosima’s labia as the other three rhythmically pumped her, asking for entrance. She was being knotted, Cosima realized, not consciously but bone-deep. She was an Alpha’s now.

Her sense of time and space, her feel of the world, stretched and distorted, a dreamlike surreality replacing her awareness of what was happening. Every second felt like a minute. Minutes felt like hours. She clenched her teeth hard as Shay’s fourth finger entered her, tried desperately to relax her muscles so that whole hand could fit inside her. It seemed impossible it could make any difference… impossible that Shay’s hand would fit at all… but Delphine kept telling her to relax, to not tense up, to take it and take it all. She had to. For Delphine. For Shay. For herself.

She could feel the musculature of her pussy stretching further than it had ever stretched before, her portal open further than she would have thought possible. It hurt, but that seemed like a small price to pay for the sight of Shay’s hand disappearing inside her cunt. It seemed unbelievable, even with such sharp pain, that such a thing could be happening. But she felt Shay’s knuckles working their way past her inner labia, their lips actually closing just a little around Shay’s wrist. It was all inside, but the fingers were straight. She had yet to make a fist.

“Knot me,” Cosima moaned, delusional, desperate. “I love it, I love you—love your knot! Only you can have me this way! I’m yours, yours forever! I’m your bitch!”

Shay closed her fingers slowly—Cosima could feel every twitch of muscle that deposited them into a fist, the curl of her blunt fingernails against Cosima’s tender inner walls, the soft tips of her fingers scoring Cosima’s labia as they almost left her sex before disappearing into Shay’s palm. There it was, a tight fist at Cosima’s core, seeming like a reactor, a bomb, pulsating with intensity. They could all smell the rich, womanly scent of Cosima’s arousal at her own submission… then the slow twisting of Shay’s fist inside her, the fresh tears that streamed down the side of Cosima’s face like pleasure that couldn’t fit on her contorted expression.

Delphine was next. Quicker, easier, her sex already lubricated as if eager to please. She opened her legs, still holding Cosima as her lover grew used to being Alphaed, and Shay had her, fast and hard, the way she knew Delphine could take it. After a few minutes of frenzied fingering, Delphine had gotten wetter than she’d known she could be, even as an Omega. It turned Cosima on even more, knowing that Delphine was sharing in this, giving herself over to this impossible possession of her most sensitive areas. Cosima climaxed with a long, high scream, her legs and arms going limp while Delphine’s only tightened, as if trying to feel the fist nestled inside Cosima’s innermost depths.

Either Cosima lost track of time then, or it really did happen that fast. But Delphine was pushing back eagerly against Shay’s two fingers, her three fingers, her four fingers. Then with a sudden screech of pain, it was four fingers and a thumb. Delphine almost fainted, trying so hard to draw breath that wouldn’t come, Cosima’s hands on her embracing arms, reminding her that this was theirs. She felt the fist clench inside her, a knot that couldn’t leave, wouldn’t leave. And it felt good. To her utter astonishment, her unendurable pain flared into equally great pleasure.

Together, she and Cosima rocked against the twin fists, each gasping in shared appreciation as they bore down on the pulsing bulges of flesh with their bodies, feeling the sheer heft of the fists caressing them inside. The smallest shift sent wearying waves of pleasure through their bodies, and they exercised their bodies as much as they dared until the pleasure was overwhelming, their bodies too tired for more. Then they rested, simply letting Shay’s knotted hands settle inside them.

They were still coming.

***

When Shay finally pulled out of them, the plateau of low-level orgasm they’d settled on suddenly climbed to a steep mountain peak, Cosima and Delphine crying out one last time as they clung to each other. It woke Cosima up where she couldn’t imagine anything else doing so.

“You trying to kill us?” Cosima asked, cradling Delphine to her breast. “God, the last time I got fucked like that, I fell in love.”

“I’ve never been fucked like that,” Shay confessed. She steepled her drenched hands over her mouth, smiling mischievously as her nostrils flared. “Sometimes I envy you Betas—you Omegas. It’s good on my end, but I can’t imagine what it must be like… wanting it so bad, then getting in.”

“Oh, you know—“ Cosima held up her hand, palm flat, and wiggled it from side to side. “So-so.”

Shay slapped her hand away. “Ho. Look, I need to go—I didn’t mean to spend this much time knotted, honest. But hit me up again? Next time you’ll feeling empty?”

“The moment we need a refill,” Delphine said, eyes closed, almost in her sleep.

Shay grinned wildly. “Then I am going to go take a shower.” She leaned in to kiss either of their cheeks. “Wash all the bi-yatch off my hands.”

“Leave a little bit,” Cosima asked. “You need something to remember us by.”