Owned by Luna Voss

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Barion

My cock is rock-fucking-hard as I lean against the bar, finishing my drink. What the fuck is wrong with me? Didn’t I just finish telling Korva I wasn’t looking for a woman?

Apparently, I was lying to myself. Apparently, I was just looking for the right woman. I don’t even know this waitress’s name, but I know that I want her.

I have to resist the urge to extend my fangs again, an urge I haven’t felt in a long time. Something about this woman just brings out the most primal side of me. The side of me that wants to take and own and possess. To make things mine.

I’ve been feeling like that all night. Ever since I stepped into the conference center with Korva. From the very first moment I took in her scent. Of course, I didn’t know it was her I was smelling. But I do now. This must be what people mean when they talk about genetic compatibility. I’ve been fighting a half-boner all night just being in the same room with her.

This is ridiculous.

I’ve never been so attuned to a woman’s scent before. I could tell the moment she went into heat. Suddenly, there was something deep, sticky, and enticing in the air that was enough to physically lift me out of my chair and bring me over to her. It almost sent me into a frenzy, made me ready to kill any man who put his hands on her before I had a chance to.

She must have come here very close to the end of her cycle for my pheromones to affect her like that. She also must be very, very compatible with me.

She’s also waiting alone for me in the hallway right now, soaking through her panties with her heat wafting off of her. The thought that only I know she’s there, that only I can smell her, makes my cock give a hungry twitch.

I like making women wait. It’s a good reminder of who’s in charge. By the time I get to her, she’s probably going to be a needy little mess with desperation running down her legs. Women are fun when they’re in heat.

Of course, I’ll have to be careful. I’ll have to resist the urge to mark her. Better if I don’t knot her at all, now that I think about it. I’m not trying to wake up tomorrow mated for life.

But she’ll be a fun distraction for now. The perfect way to take my mind off things. Just like Korva said.

I toss back the rest of my drink and leave my glass on the bar. Time to play with my new toy.

* * *

Melyta

I wait in the hallway, counting down the seconds until this strange, dominant man returns to have his way with me. My heart is racing. I look at my hand, and see that my fingers are trembling. I can’t keep still.

Now that I’m out of the dining area and no longer surrounded by unsuppressed Voorian men, I should be able to exercise more self-control. What I should do is sneak out the back door and the leave, before I end up with a mark on my neck that means some criminal owns me now.

But I don’t do that. Because right now, there’s something I need more than freedom, more than independence, more than safety.

I need this man to claim me. I need to find out what he’s going to do when he has me all to himself.

Maybe if I wasn’t driven by my heat, I would make another decision. I don’t fucking care. This is the decision I’m making now. My pussy is achingwith the memory of his touch, and my cheeks redden with shame as I realize that, in this moment, I would do anything to feel him touch me again.

He has me wrapped around his finger, and he’s not even here.

His finger.My blush deepens at the thought of what I let him do to me right there in the dining room, surrounded by other people. I’ve never had anyone touch me like that before. Most Voorian courtships don’t last longer than six months, the length of a single heat cycle, enough time for both partners to determine whether they’re genetically compatible. None of my relationships have even lasted that long, and my attempts at sexual exploration have been largely brief and unsatisfying.

Of course, none of the guys I’ve dated before have seen me in heat.

It occurs to me as I stand there, grinding my fingers against my crotch, that this needy, animalistic version of myself is the only side of me this stranger has ever seen. All he knows is what I’m like in heat, desperate for him, dripping for his cock. For his knot.

Oh, fuck, I want him to knot me.

A little mewl escapes my lips as I increase the pressure on my clit, the thought of being knotted too appealing to bear. It’s nowhere close to satisfying, but it relieves a small amount of the tension. At least for now.

My pussy gives a frustrated twitch. Not out of pleasure, but out of need. A need for something I can’t provide.

I harden my face, holding back what feels like an unexpected sob. I need a knot inside me. I need it. I feel like I’ll die if I don’t have it. Please, please let him get here soon.

* * *

Barion

By the time I find the waitress waiting in the hallway, she’s rocking back and forth with her hand thrust between her legs, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. Her attention snaps to me as I approach, and I sense relief in her eyes. The beacon on her forehead flashes gold.

“You waited for me,” I purr, my voice a low rumble. She casts her eyes downward as I fix my gaze on her.

Her voice is small, barely more than a whisper. “You told me to.”

I smile. I like that answer. “I thought you might leave without saying goodbye. I did give you the opportunity.”

She doesn’t say anything, just keeps her eyes trained on the floor in front of her.

We both stiffen as the door opens and a man and a woman walk past us, him holding her firmly by the waist. Either she’s about to get spanked, or she’s about to get fucked. Maybe both.

I step closer to my new plaything once the hallway is clear. I can feel the tension inside her without even touching her, like she’s a spring wound so tightly she’s about to break.

“Tell me why you stayed,” I growl, pushing her back against the wall. She inhales sharply, and the scent of her arousal deepens.

“I don’t… I don’t know,” she gasps, starting to press herself against me, grinding her crotch against my thigh.

“Yes, you do,” I tease her, pulling my thigh away.

She whimpers. Part of me almost feels bad. I know I’m torturing her. But not bad enough to stop. Women are so much more fun when they’re desperate. I want her desperate.

“Answer me,” I whisper, my mouth brushing against her ear. She pushes her hips forward, searching for me, but I keep holding back.

The look in her eyes starts to get a little bit wild, and she bites her lip in frustration. Her beacon, now shining a steady shade of gold, glows even brighter. “I stayed because… because…” Her whole body ripples, and her cheeks flush. “I stayed because I need your knot.”

Grrrawr. I look down at her, feeling an extremely primal hunger rising inside me. She’s blushing, trembling, staring down at my chest instead of my face. The smell of her is so sweet I can hardly stand it.

“Look at me,” I growl, a firm command in my tone. She obeys immediately, making eye contact for the first time since I spied her across the crowded room. A low rumble forms in my throat. This woman isn’t just attractive, she’s beautiful. Too beautiful to be waiting tables for the fucking Vostra, in my opinion.

And she’s all mine. In heat. Right here.

All for me.

Without another word, I pounce. I’m not even thinking, just acting on pure instinct. My hand finds her throat, not squeezing, but marking my territory firmly, and a moment later my lips are pressed against hers, claiming her with a dominating kiss. She stiffens, as though momentarily paralyzed, and then melts against me, moaning, her crotch searching once again for my thigh.

“Mine,” I snarl, my hands creeping under her dress to clutch her round, soft ass.

She whimpers, grinding herself against me, kissing me back with everything she has. My fingers slip inside her panties again, this time from the back, and her pussy is so warm and wet that I can feel the blood rushing to my cock.

I slip a finger inside her, and then another. Normally I would need to work up to that, but she literally has wetness dripping down her legs, and so my fingers slide in easily. She starts bucking herself against my hand, trying to take me deeper, and I see the frustration mounting on her face.

“I need your cock,” she whimpers.

With a snarl, I pick her up off the ground and carry her off toward one of the empty bedrooms. She wraps her legs around me, and I feel her crotch pressing against my hard cock through my pants. It feels good. Really good.

We crash through the door of an empty bedroom, and I kick the door closed behind us. Now I really have her all to myself. I expect her to giggle as I throw her down on the bed, but instead it’s just a desperate moan.

“Please,” she gasps. “Fuck me.”

I don’t need any more encouragement than that. I fumble with my belt buckle and she watches with rapt attention as my cock springs free. Her dress is already up around her waist, and I peel her panties down her legs, savoring the sight of her needy, swollen cunt, and the cute little tuft of hair on top of it.

Fuck, she’s so perfect.

Her pussy twitches. She lets out a little whimper. I glance at her face, and her eyes are pleading.

I don’t bother to take her dress off as I crawl on top of her, or my own shirt. There’s no time for that. I’m going to have her now. For a moment, my cock slides around her entrance, and then the entire world becomes perfect as I push myself inside.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan, her soft pussy walls stretching around me. “Oh, fucckkkkkk...”

My cock twitches, and I have to stop myself from coming right there. I’m sure I just squirted a bunch of precum inside her. I look at her face, and her eyes are closed, as though the experience is almost too intense for her to take. For a moment, I feel an odd sense of tenderness. She seems like she might be inexperienced. What the hell was she doing waiting tables at a Vostra party?

And then her eyes open, and I almost come again as I see the look of desperate pleasure there.

I don’t give a flaming fuck where this woman came from. She belongs to me now. And I’m never letting her go.

The smell of her heat fills my nostrils as I begin to thrust, driven by an urgency I’ve never felt before. I have to claim her. I don’t have a choice. Nothing has ever been more important. I hear her crying out, feel her pussy squeezing around my cock, and I just keep thrusting. My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips, moving her on the bed each time I push my thick cock into her.

My hand finds her neck. I don’t even mean to do it, it’s just such a natural position. The corners of her mouth flare with excitement, and her already-shining beacon pulses brighter. She likes that. Good.

“Knot me,” she whimpers, and it sounds almost like she’s begging. “Please, knot me.”

I keep thrusting, my body instantly ready to heed her command. But I shouldn’t. I can’t.

“Please,” she begs, and there isn’t any ambiguity this time. She really is begging. “I need it. I need your knot.”

Fuck.

I collapse on top of her and let out a deep, rumbling roar as the base of my cock expands into a thick, bulbous knot. Except this time, it feels different than it ever has before.

This time, it’s bliss. Like one long orgasm. I don’t ever want this to stop.

When my eyes focus enough for me to look at my partner, I can tell by her face that she’s experiencing the same thing. That, and relief. She wraps her legs around me as my thrusting is forced to a halt, clutching my torso with her hands.

For a moment, we just breathe. I think we’re both getting used to this new reality, this new union between us. I know instinctively that I couldn’t pull out of her if I tried. For now, at least, we’re quite literally bonded together.

And then I begin to thrust. Well, not really thrust. More like rock. Or wiggle. In any case, it feels good, and from the sounds she’s making, I can tell that it feels good for her, too.

And then it feels really good. Really really good. It happens so fast that I don’t even realize I’m coming until my cock begins to twitch. I let out a raspy moan, overwhelmed.

Pulse after pulse of my warm cum shoots inside her, filling her up, squelching around my knot. She shudders, clinging to me, and buries her face in my chest. For a moment I almost think she’s sobbing, and then her pussy begins to throb around me, over and over again, and I realize that she’s having an orgasm. Her hips shake violently and I press myself into her, pushing my cock as deep as it will go.

“Mark me,” she gasps, her words muffled.

“What?” I croak, my voice hoarse.

“Mark me!”she pleads, turning her head away from me to expose her neck.

“I can’t,” I whisper automatically, even as my defenses begin to crumble. “I…”

But even as I protest, I feel the telltale tingling in my mouth that indicates my secondary fangs are beginning to extend. The stunning, perfect woman below me sees it, and her eyes flash.

I need her. She has to belong to me. Anything else is unacceptable. Before I know it, my fangs are plunging into her neck and my pigment is coursing into her, tattooing her skin.

It feels good. It feels so good. Somehow, I come again, adding to the pool of sticky seed coating the inside of her cunt. My new mate moans, and I moan too, and we cling to each other, joined, one.