Revenge Of A Weakling Omega

Deep-throated moan could be heard across Lord Pack.

The fragile fingers of an ectomorph, hour-glass, short-haired, tall, and Caucasian lady clenched on the bedspread and dragged.

Heavily, the bed creaked under their weight as Lord Mayor couldn’t stop pounding into her wet vagina.

His heavy, hostile face thickened with lust and hot libido. He was heavily bearded, with tattoos decking his body. His dark eyes could make one pee effortlessly, and his shiny, greasily-pressed ponytail hair that was supposed to make him cute did otherwise. He was the only ruthless alpha that ruled over the Lord Pack.

The naked Luna groaned, bit her lower lips and then opened her small mouth in pains. “Aye! Oh! Oh! Ah! Fuck! Shit!” she winced.

His eyes bored into hers. He was riding her again, and this time the itches in her pussy were greater than their previous rounds. She wished he had made her wet before penetrating her. The pain was excruciating but the lady couldn’t help to do otherwise. She was his captive and sex slave.

After so long a pound, she raised her slender legs, and parted even wider, to give room for his dick to fit in the more.

“Hmmm!”

Lord Mayor let his first moan, pressed on her shoulders and grinned heavily before squeezing her pink nipples.

Already her moaning had increased more than usual and it was in connection with the speed at which Lord was pounding into her now.

His orgasm was coming through.

The slap-slap sound of his dick slamming against her pussy mixed with her moan.

He clenched his teeth, frowned intensely and shook repeatedly on her as the string of guitar.

Feebly his face fell on her sweating shoulders, burnt her neck with his warm breath, before standing up from her nakedness, and stroked his dick gently and gratefully. He flashed a flirty look at the handful of naked busty slaves that were bound and abandoned at the corner, and he gave a firm nod; very soon his dick would get busy with one of them.

The lady’s weakened; sweating face frowned, breathed uneasily before casting her gaze to the wall, with her naked round buttocks flashing at her oppressor.

One of his alphas paced in, “My Lord, you sent for me,” the alpha bowed.

“Has Dr. Greenfield signed to our terms and conditions?” he asked.

“My Lord, I have bad news…”

He interposed, “What bad news do you have. Speak!”

“Doctor Greenfield said you should go to hell. He is not going to release any virus to you.”

“What!” Lord Mayor snapped. “He said that to me?”

The alpha gave a nod. “Yes, my Lord.”

Lord shook his head furiously, “I can see. He has got nerves. He wants to stop me from being god. Return with the rest of the alphas, capture all the humans, anyone that questions your audacity kill the fellow, capture the ladies alive. They will be my sex slave. I can’t wait to wipe off humanity!”

“And so shall it be, my Lord!” the alpha morphed into an all-black wolf and dashed out.

When Lord Mayor turned around, lo and behold the lady he just slept with was having handy a jack knife and charging at him.

“I am going to kill you, Lord or whatsoever you are called. Do you think you can be god? If you dare come close, I am going to put an end to your guts!” she threatened and surged backward.

“You fucking human. You dare threaten me.” Lord groaned.

Quickly the wolf in him howled and he mutated into an all-grey, chiseled-canine, sharp-clawed, red-eyed wolf. He let loosed, pounced on the lady and munched into her neck and belly.

For a moment her shout couldn’t be heard any more.

Only but the sound of the dentition of Lord’s wolf cracking her bones could be heard.