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Being a breeder was exhausting if you asked Sukuna.
He marched briskly through the annoying crowd that poured from the massive building at rush hour. His duffle bag kept catching stray people, and he finally snapped, pulling it off and taking it into his hand. Rain made the sky gloomy over his head as he fixed his cap and walked up the stairs to the Public Reproduction building.
The guard smiled at him, letting him through without checking his ID.
"Another one?"
Sukuna took off his cap, ruffling his short hair. The warmth of the hall made his skin prickle, and he sighed, taking the sheet of entrance from the thick stack on the reception desk. The fact that he had to fill out papers at this day and age pissed him off.
Again.
"Yeah," he grumbled, trying to remember what day it was. Damn, he was tired.
The guard chuckled at his unintelligible grunts.
"It's November 20th." He watched Sukuna fill out the standard form, musing more to himself than to the alpha. "Damn, is it your third in a month? Man, I wish I had this much pussy, haha!"
Sukuna tsked, putting his sign at the end of the form. He pushed it across the table and grabbed his bag off the floor.
"Trust me, your dick would have fallen off by now."
The guard, whose name he didn't even remember, snorted, dismissing him, and Sukuna walked to the left side of the stairs, furrowing his brows at a mild headache.
He fucking hated it when he was called in so suddenly. To top it off, his directing manager, shy beta kid Haibara, told him on the phone that this time the match was 99%.
Thank fuck, he supposed.
Sukuna didn't know exactly how the hell the world came to this point. Society evolved from an archaic past where scents were everything and secondary gender could define your life; they've won against cancer, and environmental crises have been solved. Alzheimer's and dementia were cured, and CEOs of big corporations didn't hold economies in their palms like they used to. Shit was actually going fine.
Yet they were still at risk of extinction.
Betas, once a downgrade of the hierarchy, were now ruling, and honestly, in Sukuna's opinion, good for them. He wasn't a knot-headed alpha who wanted to control and posture all the time.
Decent sleep would be nice, though.
He nodded in acknowledgement at the beta in a medical coat that smiled at him.
"Ah, Sukuna, good luck today!"
"...thanks." He muttered, rolling his eyes.
Right.
Everyone in this building knew he fucked about one million times more than 94% of the world's population.
All because he belonged to the 6% of high-fertility alphas.
The breeders.
When the tech evolved at such a rapid speed, the progress of the industrial world improved lives yet took away something precious. People were growing sick. In fact, betas were the only ones who withstood the rush of environmental changes among the population. Alphas lost their sense of smell, unable to perceive the world the way nature taught them, and the mating cycles became the oddity of the past.
And omegas...
They've got it worse than everyone else.
Their already frail health was under immense stress from the accelerating world. Unable to endure the fluctuations of the evolving products that were part of everyday life and special supplements in nutrition that the global market kept putting on stores' shelves, omegas were dying at young ages. Heart failure, anaphylactic shocks, and kidney and liver diseases—many more causes kept coming up in the official documents, making conspiracies rise.
Yet, the superstitious suspicions and explanation videos on true crime YouTube channels didn't change the simple truth.
The population of pup bearers dropped drastically in the span of ten years just at the beginning of the industrial revolution.
The risk of extinction had become very real very quickly.
But, of course, scientists had the solutions ready.
However fucked up they were.
Sukuna walked down the therapy unit, noting how quiet it was. Everyone went home at this hour; only a handful of nurses and doctors on the night duty were shuffling in and out of sterile rooms. Some were recognizing him and bowing in acknowledgement, and he huffed, still annoyed at how he had to pack within a couple hours to come here when it was supposed to be his break week after the last time he was at the Fertility wing.
He pressed the ID to the scanner and looked into the camera, letting it take a print of his eye. The heavy door opened with a hiss, and he braced himself for the scent impact. It smelled of chlorine, some beta doctors, his directing manager, Haibara, and something fresh.
Like ice on the pine branch.
Stepping in, he was met with bright white lighting and the low hum of the AC units. The spacious corridor would have been eerie for a newcomer, but Sukuna felt right at home. Rubbing his sensitive nose, he walked to the door with his name on it. The small room was clean and dimly lit. He didn't like the beaming light of the corridor anyway. Dropping his bag, he toed off his boots, cursing when his ankle dragged the laces into a tangle. He took off his jacket, putting his cap on the high shelf, and grabbed his bag, bringing it with him to the main room.
The bed was folded neatly, and he saw a can of energy drink on the nightstand.
Haibara knew him too well.
Taking off his clothes and putting them on the only chair in the room, he stepped into the bathroom. Hot water pouring down on him eased his headache a bit, and he started to wash himself. Scent-neutralizing shampoo and shower gel felt foreign, but he gritted his teeth, thinking about how this routine was about to end tonight.
With his ideal match.
Or so Haibara said.
Being in 6% of the breeders, his life was predetermined by the system. From when he presented at twelve, at the shithole of the orphanage, he was tested like any other kid was, and at the time, snarling from the pain of his fangs dropping for the first time in his life, he took it as a standard procedure as his dick was examined in every way possible, painfully hard and knotted, swelling at the methodical touch of the old beta.
What wasn't standard was how the next morning he was taken by men in black into a big city and brought to the massive building of the Public Reproduction Center.
Learning that he was one of the most fertile alphas on earth when he was twelve was an experience.
He felt invincible.
His horny teenage mind supplied him with the pictures of all omegas that he could fuck pregnant once he would be of age. Those fantasies were fueled further by the training he was subjected to, and with nothing else on his mind, he fit right in, like a cog into a well-oiled machine. They kept him in dorms with other candidates, but Sukuna always was a loner. Minding his business and jerking off to the thoughts of impregnating cute little omegas, he went through his teenage years, maturing, growing some muscles, and picking up all the things that an alpha should be good at.
Scenting, which was said to be a long-lost ability, came naturally to him. His sensitive nose was something that doctors at the center always talked about with fascination. He guessed it was extraordinary that alphas like him were able to pick up on other people's moods. Aside from physical training, he excelled in other fields too. The behavioral patterns, the skills to calm someone down or make them curious—things like that were easy for him, and soon he was the most expensive product that the government invested their money in.
When he turned eighteen, his first true rut came.
When he was twelve and presented, he thought that it was the most painful rut that he'll ever endure. In the kid's mind, having his prick hard for almost a day was torture.
At the time, he didn't know how terrible it'd be to have his junk aching for a week straight.
After spending eight nights in the rut room, where he broke five flashlights and ripped apart the soft padding on the walls, he was let out and taken to another series of tests. He was half unconscious when the beta doctor proudly announced that he was exceptionally fertile and ready to start his breeding program that would last until he was in his sixties, as they predicted his reproductivity was supposed to halt at that age.
Back then, just like now, Sukuna was just sleepy and annoyed with everything.
The government gifted him an apartment in the luxury area of the city for "contributing to the nation," putting him ranks above some of the military services. Apparently, the future of humanity was more important than the skills in close combat. All in all, he lived pretty well for an average man. He had a home, governmental aid, and his medical care was remarkable—every time he had a flu, he was sent to a sea resort to have salt baths, for fuck's sake. His life was much easier than it could have been given that he was an orphan. Now he had a degree in hybrid biology and the passport of the National Special Department of Reproduction Program that granted him help and aid from the government in any aspect a citizen wished.
If only his line of work wasn't so exhausting.
The risk of extinction propelled the science of genetics more than any war ever could. And soon, the proposal of crossing the mammals with humans passed in the senate, promising the survival of mankind as a species.
Omegas were subjected to certain genetic modifications.
And within a decade of trials, fully human omegas were entirely wiped out.
The new generation of omegas, the hybrids, rose, and the world lost its mind completely.
The majority of the hybrid omegas survived the gene modification. As far as Sukuna was aware, the goal of the scientists was to replace "weak" links of human DNA with animal DNA in order to enhance omega's endurance and health. It came with side effects of omega's succumbing to the animalistic traits and leaning more into natural instincts like hunting if the genome was of a predator or seeking a large group if the genome was of prey. Alterations in their genetics caused omegas to attain different animalistic features, like fur, tails, or claws. It varied from one omega to another, but one thing remained the same.
Omegas of the new generation were going through violent heats, but their bodies weren't frail anymore.
Sukuna knew it firsthand.
For a breeder, he was fairly young. Barely hitting his forties, he was in his alpha prime, as doctors kept saying. His sperm was as potent as that of a teen alpha, making miracles like twin pregnancy or multiple pregnancies back-to-back happen. Extreme fertility made him a perfect specimen, and hybrids were sensing that as well.
Sukuna didn't like to complain, but good god, sometimes he wished he was a beta.
Fucking every omega at the Center's disposal was supposed to be a great way to spend his life. At least that's what teen Sukuna was thinking. But after his tenth hybrid, alpha was drained both mentally and physically. It was like having a stream of lovers, caring for them, and then breaking off with no attachments except a growing baby bump of a pup that he never had a chance to hold in his hands. He was given a break every now and then, but the hollow feeling of leaving an omega after their heat and not seeing how his offspring is growing under someone's heart was slowly chipping away at him.
Sukuna never thought he'd get sentimental like this, but he did.
The system didn't care, though.
The Center kept appointing him new omegas. Sometimes older, sometimes younger, barely legal, and a couple of times there were underage pups at the brink of their first heat. Sukuna refused to participate in inhumane practices. It was one thing to stop the extinction of humanity with mixing species. But it was another to bring a child who barely presented for him to impregnate.
Sukuna, even with his grey morals, wasn't able to cross that line.
Hot steam poured out of the shower cabin, and he got out, toweling his hair. He remembered one of those pups that he was appointed to a while back. A pink tiger. Yuuji, was it?
He was seventeen and full of energy, a literal ball of happiness as he purred and asked him to pet between his round ears. Something aching to tenderness rose in alpha's chest, and he pushed the boy away when the first scent of his heat started to fill out the air. He later was reprimanded and even threatened to lose his comfortable position, but he didn't care. As far as he knew, he was an important asset, so the higher-ups' grand speeches didn't bother him.
Alpha's disobedience was forgotten when a new, younger breeder appeared to be a perfect match for Yuuji.
Tall and lanky, barely in his twenties, Fushiguro Megumi bonded with Yuuji through skinship before the omega's next heat. By the time Yuuji turned eighteen, they were friends, and Sukuna often saw them together on the Center's grounds. The young cub seemed infatuated by the brooding man, and Fushiguro always had a protective arm around his waist. His sharp eyes sometimes found Sukuna in the busy corridors, watching him with animosity. Territorial scent let the man know that the younger alpha wasn't letting anything happen between Yuuji and Sukuna.
Good for them.
Sukuna was sick and tired by that point.
The never-ending stream of hybrid omegas was supposed to be a great job for an alpha. Sex was assumed to be as addictive as drugs. But Sukuna was hollowing out with each omega he was assigned to. By the time he turned thirty, the intercourse had turned mechanical. He didn't even need to knot the writhing omega to get them pregnant. His seed apparently was enough. It was mindless, the way he pumped in and out, came, and left within days, stinking of cum and omega's pheromones.
The bliss of orgasms was fading quickly, and post-nut clarity left him wondering if this was how he would retire and eventually die: with aching balls and unfulfillment seeping into his bones.
He started to long for things that seemed unattainable in his position.
The knock on the door made him flinch, and he almost slipped on wet tiles, cursing under his breath.
"Ryoumen-sama?" Haibara's voice was muffled by the closed door of the bathroom, and Sukuna grunted back.
"One second, kid."
He dried himself quickly and wrapped the towel around his hips, not bothering with underwear.
When Sukuna emerged from the bathroom, his directing manager reddened like a virgin, averting his eyes. Alpha smirked and grabbed the energy drink, popping the can open.
"How's Nanami? Everything's alright in paradise?"
"Y-Yes, Ryoumen-sama." Haibara smiled sheepishly. "Nanami-san is okay!"
A sting of envy made Sukuna rub his chest where his heart clenched painfully for a brief moment. Nanami was a regular alpha, with no duty to fulfill, and he lived freely. He was a well-known psychiatrist for the breeders, working on the longtime consequences of their "work" that inevitably caught up with every breeder. Like Sukuna.
Nanami and Haibara were an odd match, but it somehow worked.
"About your assignment, Ryoumen-sama."
Sukuna tilted his head, breathing deeper and trying to get some of that freshness he sensed earlier. But to his disappointment, he didn't catch anything. Just a marked beta and a hint of coffee.
"Yeah, what about it?" He sipped from the can, feigning indifference, but his insides tensed like a coiled spring just at the thought of finally becoming a mated alpha. "Are you sure he's my match?"
Haibara's eyes widened in excitement, and Sukuna braced himself for the dump of information.
The kid was too chatty.
"Yes! He's your ideal match! I checked everything and ran tests multiple times this morning! Both your DNAs are compatible at almost 100%! Your blood types and the rhesus factors—everything is a match! I even checked your semen and his slick! This is the highest rate of a match I've ever seen!"
He stopped to breathe in more air and opened his mouth again to continue, but Sukuna was faster.
Alpha's heart was pounding in his chest when he asked.
"How old is he?"
Haibara smiled brightly. "He's twenty-two!" Then his smile faded, and he fiddled with his tablet. Beta's face turned bright red once again.
"And he's actually—Well, he's never been with an alpha before."
Virgins weren't new to him, and Sukuna raised his brows. At least it wasn't another omega pup.
"Is that a problem?"
Haibara rubbed the back of his neck, unsure and worried.
"He's never been with an alpha... This is his first heat." Beta gulped. "Ever."
"What?!"
Sukuna put his drink on the nightstand, leaning in. His thoughts tangled with his excitement at the prospect of being matched, but gnawing worry made his skin prickle.
This was unheard of. First heat at twenty-two? The amount of pheromones that were literally setting omega's body on fire would be insane. To top it off, late bloomers like this tended to be aggressive and even injured breeders in the past. Sukuna had experienced a late bloomer once and only got out of the room untouched because the whole time the omega was sedated and locked on the breeding bench. No matter how much he was unsensitized with his duties, he didn't like to fuck unconscious omega who otherwise would have ripped his throat out.
Another complication could be—
Alpha looked at his directing manager sharply.
"What species?"
Haibara bit his lips and shook his head. "Um... It's a predator—"
"I'm not going."
Sukuna cut him off and rose up. The towel almost slipped from his waist, but he didn't care. There was no way he was going into the room with a predator in heat. Perfect match be damned, he's not risking his life—
"B-but! Ryoumen-sama! He's going to listen to you! Your pheromones are perfect for each other, his instincts won't let him hurt you!" Haibara pleaded, following him around the room as Sukuna picked up his clothes, pacing like a tiger in cage. "You can't skip him! The Center—"
"Fuck them," Sukuna snarled and tugged on his pants, not bothering with underwear. He needed to get home now. "Tell them I'm sick or something! They don't know he's a match, do they?"
The realization struck him, and he turned around, grabbing the beta by his collar.
"Do they?"
Haibara hiccupped, and Sukuna smelled fear.
"I'm—But I'm required to—I'm required to report immediately—I'm sorry, Ryoumen-sama!"
Alpha snarled, annoyed, and let him go, trying to think and not lose his composure.
The matched pairs were essential for the government. Not only did the paired alpha and omega give strong offspring, but their pups were also guaranteed to pass down stronger genes to the next generation. The stability of the society was deeply rooted in the existence of the matched pairs. There even was a term that brought back hope for a better future.
A fated pair.
As if nature was fighting back to make things right and fix mistakes of humankind.
Sukuna cursed under his breath and looked at the white ceiling in defeat.
"Is he benched at least? Or am I going in like a fucking gladiator into the cage with an animal?"
Haibara perked up, nodding so hard alpha was worried his head would tumble off his neck.
"Yes! Yes, of course! We managed to bench him! He was asleep all morning under sedatives, so he should be more lucid right now and later at night!"
Alpha sighed, feeling how his guts were clenching in—
What was this?
Anticipation?
Couldn't be. He was so tired of breeding omegas every single month that he stopped feeling any excitement for sex a long time ago.
Was it a premonition? For his life to change?
Once he's paired with a single omega, he wouldn't have to deal with breeder's duty anymore. He would be left alone. Well, with his omega. But then again, he didn't know if he would get along with his supposed "fated" pair. Would he be a bitchy little brat? Stupid cunt for him to fuck and breed for the rest of his life so the government won't use his dick to fill a hole in population numbers?
Oh, fuck, what if he's ugly?
Sukuna hoped not. Or his dick wouldn't fucking work.
"Okay. Let's get this shit done with."
He wasn't ugly.
At all.
Sukuna knew he was staring like a degenerate for long minutes, but it couldn't be helped.
The omega was strikingly beautiful.
As in drop dead gorgeous.
Alpha took in a deep breath and winced from the sharp sting of the smell that was poisoning the air.
Anger. Rage even.
Yet it still sent shivers across his skin.
It was a standard heat room, with soft padding on the walls and the floor. A pile of blankets and pillows on the side, rubber sex toys in the plastic bag, nothing sharp or that can be broken and used as a weapon. A bathroom with a bathtub and no door so he could see what omega was up to at any moment.
All of that he knew from his previous assignments. Today he didn't have time to assess the room at all.
The scent had punched his senses the second he stepped in. Fresh pine seared through his nervous system like a shock of adrenaline, and he felt his fangs dropping instantly. Pain in his mouth made him wince and focus his suddenly blurred vision.
That's when his eyes zeroed in on the corner of the room. There, tied to a breeding bench, was omega.
Satoru, the snow leopard, as the file said.
Sky blue cerulean eyes flicked at him. They instantly narrowed with animosity once Sukuna stepped into the room, and he snarled, rattling in his bonds. His hair was snow white, just like his eyebrows and lashes. High cheekbones and the stubborn curve of his mouth made his unfairly good-looking face sharp and vicious. Growls bubbled in his throat as he immediately bared his teeth at alpha the moment Sukuna took a step towards him.
His fangs were as white as his hair. Sharp canines pricked his lip, but the drops of crimson blood didn't trickle on his chin as a pink tongue licked it off hungrily.
Thank fuck he was tied up.
Sukuna dropped his bag on the floor near the pile of blankets, trying to ignore heat pooling in his stomach. He wasn't a fucking teen anymore, for fuck's sake, but his dick was already hardening in his pants. Shaking off the daze of omega's pheromones, alpha pulled his clothes out of the bag. They reeked of him—unwashed pants, shirts, and sweaters that he was required to bring for every single one of his assignments. He dispersed them among the blankets, trying to cover everything in his scent while feeling how omega glared at him. Goosebumps kept rippling across his skin at every swirl of fresh scent, and when he was done with his clothes, he approached the omega.
The hybrid rattled once again, trying to glare up at him, but his position didn't let him. Sukuna walked around the bench, noticing how tight the bonds were on omega's wrists and ankles. The pale expanse of his body glistened with sweat as he tugged and pulled with aggressive snarls. His skin was milky white, with blush spreading where he was rubbing on the bench in futile attempts to get free. His hair was tousled and kept falling on his face. Sukuna noticed round, greyish ears that were pressed tightly against white hair. Omega had a fur patch at the base of his neck that thinned out into human-like body hair along his spine, barely noticeable on alabaster skin. His back was flexing with muscles, and Sukuna was impressed with the way they bulged at omega's every move.
Then his eyes landed on the tail.
The fluffy, white-gray appendage was long and all puffed up in aggression. It had dark uneven circles of leopard coloration, lashing side to side in agitation.
Fascinating.
Sukuna touched his fangs with his tongue, surprised how they dropped so early on. Usually it took him at least two orgasms, and it never happened without his intent. Air felt heavy as he breathed deeper, unconsciously trying to get more of omega's scent even if it reeked of animosity. He sat down in front of the breeding bench, trying to gauge if the hybrid was coherent enough.
"Satoru, right?"
Fuck, he sounded parched.
What the hell?
He cleared his throat, licking his dry lips, and tried again. "My name is Sukuna." He locked eyes with omega and felt how sweat broke on his skin. Hybrid kept thrashing on the bench, snapping his teeth at him and growling. "I'm supposed to be your ideal match."
He saw how round fluffy ears popped up from the mop of white hair and then pressed back down.
Oh, so he was listening.
Hybrids were known to be emotionally intelligent but didn't speak, though understood humans perfectly. Sukuna sighed, feeling uncomfortably hard in his pants, and grunted at the omega, who stopped rattling the bench and looked at him with furrowed brows, still growling.
"Listen, I'm trying to make this quick and painless. I'm your alpha now. Do you understand?"
He opened his mouth and showed his fangs. Satoru squinted his eyes at him and snapped his jaws with a loud sound as if saying that he had those as well.
"I need to fuck and bite you. Right here," Sukuna gestured at the junction of his neck where his own scent gland was pulsing strangely. "We get mated, and then I won't need to fuck everybody pregnant for the rest of my life. And you won't be turned into an onahole for every breeder till you can't walk anymore."
He shrugged, suddenly feeling like he was explaining "two plus two" to a toddler.
"It's a win-win."
Sweat beaded above his eyebrow, and he wiped it off, watching the omega's face. The hybrid was panting, though still growling lowly at him. His eyes were zeroed in on Sukuna's neck, and alpha tsked.
He was hard, and he was sweating bullets, uncomfortable in his own body like never before. It seemed like omega's heat was somehow triggering his rut, and it was sending his body into overdrive. He should just fuck him a couple times until the stubborn brat surrendered to his dick and stopped being hostile.
Shuffling closer, he rubbed his wrist, wincing from mild pain. His scent glands were swollen, and when he felt how his fingers oiled up with his fragrance, he brought his wrist up to omega's nose. Immediately, sharp teeth snapped in the air, and Sukuna pulled away, clicking his tongue.
"You little shit, I'm trying to be nice," he sneered, pushing his scent out in dominance. "C'mon, I know you're dying for a dick now. Make this easy for both of us."
He saw how the thin nose twitched and nostrils flared, taking in his scent. Blue eyes widened and dark pupils dilated as the omega let out a confused growl. It died down in his throat as he breathed deeper, and it stroked Sukuna's ego when the vicious omega looked at him with clouded eyes.
His scent became milder, much softer, as animosity was shifting into curiosity and arousal.
Sukuna couldn't help but croon at the disoriented omega.
"That's right," he dared to come closer and now breathed thick pheromones, feeling how his entire body was heating up. His hand inched towards Satoru's head, and hybrid snarled warily, but Sukuna grumbled. "Don't be stubborn, boy. I'm just trying to make you feel good."
He carded his fingers through white locks, amazed how soft they were, and Satoru moaned. His lashes fluttered, and his eyes zoned out completely as he pushed his head into alpha's palm. When Sukuna found his round ears and rubbed the base, stroking soft fur, omega shuddered with his whole body, trembling on the bench. His tail curled and swayed, giving out his pleasure, and Sukuna chuckled breathlessly, attacked by the omega's pheromones.
"All that fuss and for what?" He cooed, cupping Satoru's sharp face, and omega let out a loud purr, nuzzling into his wrist. "Shit, you're cute."
Alpha let him lick his scent glands, establishing scent and skin contact. Shivers run down his spine at long swipes of barbed tongue that gathered the oil of his fragrance with greed. He let his other hand wander, caressing the pale skin of omega's back. Shifting muscles under alabaster skin were tensing for a short moment but then immediately relaxing as if recognizing his touch. His palm was hot, but Satoru seemed hotter as every dip and hollow of his body emanated pheromones, making alpha's skin prickle. He reached the base of the fluffy tail and rubbed at the tailbone, grinning at the helpless whine that tore out of the hybrid's throat.
"That's it, kitty," he chuckled, biting his lips in fascination at how the thick tail curled around his wrist, tugging his hand back to Satoru. "Shh... Just lay there and enjoy."
Arousal was burning hot in his guts as he continued to rub omega's small back and the base of his tail. Sukuna didn't remember the last time he was so turned on by a display of submission. It was mechanical to him with any other omega that Center assigned him to, but now he felt like a teen again, exploring a pliant body that was seeking his touch. When he dared to let his palm travel lower on the supple flesh of the hybrid's ass, Satoru let out a strangled moan, and his spine arched, pushing his bottom into the alpha's hand. The grip of the strong tail on his forearm kept tugging, as if demanding more pets.
Sukuna crooned, letting out more of his scent, but then moaned when Satoru took his thumb into his mouth. It was sweltering hot and wet; soft lips closed around his finger, sucking, and he grunted when sharp teeth pricked his skin.
Feeling how his cock was throbbing and leaking precum like a broken faucet, he smacked a plush ass, groaning at the pink print that his palm left on pale skin. Satoru purred, wiggling in his hold.
"Look at you," he licked his lips, feeling how his gums ached with pulsing pain. "I need to stretch you, sweetheart."
The pet name slipped with foreign affection, but Sukuna didn't care at the moment. His thoughts were slowly tangling, and the flicks of smart tongue on his thumb made his brain foggy. He gently pulled his hand away, cooing at the distressed whine, and petted round ears, making Satoru purr again. Slowly making his way around the breeding bench, he finally was behind omega, and his cock jumped in his pants. When the long tail curled above the soft mound of the hybrid's ass, Sukuna sank to his knees, enthralled by the sight.
He'd seen a lot of pussy in his life. Probably more than any doctor at this point. But as he reached to pull apart thick ass cheeks, his breath hitched in strange want and captivation.
The tight puckered asshole was rosy and looked vulnerable. He hummed, leaning over, and, following a sudden urge, licked milky skin. It tasted clean and musky, just like omega. It was no surprise, as his odor was concentrated between his legs where his scent glands were, but Sukuna still gulped the air greedily, nuzzling into pale thighs. Kissing a soft ass cheek, he rubbed his face into plush flesh, nipping it in love bites. Satoru was purring and groaning, his hips were twitching impatiently, and Sukuna moaned, feeling his cock jerking in his pants at the sight of the omega's pussy.
Chubby folds looked tender. Soft white pubes were dusted on plush pussy lips, and his throat dried at how closed the slit looked. Hybrid's cunt was small; it looked so tight that he feared he would hurt him. But the slick glistening on puffy folds put his mind at ease. Natural lubricant was making pale skin wet and slippery; it would make sex painless, even if it was omega's first time.
The thought of taking his virginity nearly sent Sukuna into a dry orgasm, but he clenched his teeth, feeling how fangs scraped his lip.
Alpha reached to touch and groaned at how pliantly pussy lips opened under his fingers. His rough digits looked brutal next to the delicate folds. He pulled them apart, opening bright pink inner lips and a clenching hole.
It looked impossibly tight, oozing potent slick.
Lower, there was a hole of urethra and a soft little pearl of omega’s clitoris, drenched in his fluids.
"Holy shit…"
Satoru growled, his body thrashing in confines but not to escape. He pushed back, letting out low snarls as if demanding something from alpha. Sukuna cooed, rubbing his ass, and gave it a little smack, watching flesh turn pink. Omega froze and then started to wiggle even harder with needy mewls.
"Huh, you want more, pretty thing? You don’t have to ask me twice."
Sukuna spanked a perky butt a little harder, chuckling at soft whimpers and cute snarls. His eyes stayed on a chubby cunt, enchanted, and he sat closer, tugging off his pants. Rubbing slow circles on pale thighs after another hard smack on his ass, Sukuna finally reached for a taste.
Satoru gasped loudly, freezing in place, and alpha chuckled.
"Adorable."
He pushed chubby folds apart with his thumbs and licked pink flesh. He only gave head when he was feeling generous, but right now it was like he needed to feel that freshness and omega's musk on his tongue. Satoru tasted nothing like the few omegas that Sukuna had pleasured before. His musky slick tasted sweet to him; the addicting tang in it made him moan into soft flesh, feeling how the hybrid shivered under his ministrations. Slick was slowly dripping from the clenching hole, smearing on his face as he pressed closer, eager for the first time in many years. His tongue breached the soft hole, and it quivered in response, making him hum with delight at the omega's body reactions and loud moans and whines that were echoing in the room.
Jesus Christ.
He licked long and wide, feeling slick covering his chin and dripping on his neck as Satoru's tail wrapped around his wrist, clenching and tightening with every kiss and suck of his mouth. His trembling whines and whimpers mixed with demanding snarls, and Sukuna chuckled, smacking his ass on occasion. His cock was painfully hard, smearing precum on his stomach as he sat there, enjoying omega's pussy.
He smacked pale ass cheek, loving how pliant and soft it was, and started to finger the pretty cunt. Satoru keened at the first finger, clenching down and sobbing. He was tight and hot, sopping wet as alpha pushed his finger, slowly fucking into the tight little hole.
"That's it, baby, c'mon," he whispered into the pale thigh, licking off omega's fragrance. "It's gonna feel amazing, kitty cat."
Sucking on an engorged clit, Sukuna continued to finger Satoru, whose hips were jerking uncontrollably, pushing his ass back on him. Alpha stroked his cock, feeling how his knot was already swelling, and after clenching cunt became much softer on his fingers, he decided it was time. Standing up, he walked to see if Satoru was okay.
Omega was a mess.
He looked ruined. His face was red and blotchy from tears that were streaming on his cheeks. Blue eyes were unseeing, white lashes bunched up with salty wetness, and omega heaved, whining. His mouth was open, drool wetting his cherry-red lips and chin as he blinked rapidly as if trying to focus. Sukuna gripped his nape, massaging and making iridescent eyes look at him.
"Hey," he pressed their foreheads together, and good god, the pine scent was giving him goosebumps every time he took a breath. "You're okay, Satoru."
Blue eyes finally focused on him, and Sukuna found himself smiling. Alpha felt something snap in him when omega let out a long, needy keen, a plea, and he closed the very little space they had between each other, kissing him.
Soft, inexperienced licks of an eager tongue made Sukuna hum. He truly was taking omega's all firsts, and his guts clenched in anticipation. A low purr vibrated against his lips, and he rumbled back, enjoying the intimate exchange of scents and tastes. When he pulled away, Satoru whined, chasing his lips and even growling at him, eyes blazing with cold fire.
But Sukuna only shook his head, feeling lightheaded from arousal.
"Once I knot you, I'll let you out, and we can kiss all you want."
He stood up, almost tripping from the sudden fogginess of his mind, and Satoru whined, rattling in his confines. He only stopped making distress noises when Sukuna stood closer to his exposed bottom. Hot flesh pressed on his wet pussy, teasing puffy folds, and omega heaved, pushing back at him as much as he could.
Sukuna was seeing stars just from the contact. His vision was blurring the more he rutted into wetness, not penetrating, and he gripped slim hips, steadying himself. With another harsh breath, he took his cock at the base and pushed in.
Tight wet heat enveloped the thick tip, and he moaned, feeling how his knees wobbled for the first time in his life.
Was it going to feel like this every time?
Stars danced under his eyelids, and he growled, grabbing jerking hips. Satoru was mewling and snarling, his tail wrapped around Sukuna's thigh, pushing him closer to the bench. Alpha's cock was pushing into the whining omega, carving a space in the tight wet heat. It was scalding inside, and flames of arousal licked Sukuna's spine as he felt how sweat drenched him just from the first thrust alone.
"Holy fuck—"
He snapped his eyes open. Omega was snarling and whining, his knuckles turned white from how hard he was gripping the bench's legs, and Sukuna felt a little guilty for not stretching him enough. He leaned down, throat parched like he ate sand, but he still tried to coo and comfort him. Satoru froze and whimpered when he kissed his sweaty back, nuzzling into soft fur. His lean muscles were straining, and alpha rubbed soothing circles, trying to calm omega down.
"Shh… I know, I know… Relax for me, I’ll make you feel so good—"
Satoru's snarls got quieter, now completely shifting into mewls and whimpers. Sukuna's dick throbbed when the tight heat around it clenched and squeezed, like omega was testing if he was still inside.
Not able to wait anymore, alpha started moving. He watched his cock thrusting in and out, obscenely big in a small wet pussy. His hips were colliding with soft ass cheeks as a hot little hole swallowed him eagerly. Slick was pouring down lean thighs, frothing where his dick was plowing in. His swelling knot kept bumping into the sloppy mess of omega's cunt, sending goosebumps across his skin. He shivered at sporadic clenches of tight cunt on him and rubbed his pale waist, listening to long whines. His knot throbbed and balls ached as he pounded into wet heat, making the bench rock slightly. A coil was tightening in his lower stomach, a sign of his upcoming orgasm, and he clenched his jaws, not wanting this bliss to end.
It was too good to end so quickly.
Hybrid was trembling from his thrusts, soft groans with low pleased snarls ringing in the room. His tail unfurled its grip on Sukuna, now curling tightly on his back, getting out of the way and letting alpha see the obscenity of their coupling. His entire crotch was soaked in omega's fluids, drops of it shining on his pubes. Strands of translucent slick were webbing and frothing on his cock with every thrust; even his balls were soaked with musky substance. A sight of omega's tight asshole was teasing him, and, collecting slick, he rubbed it on a puckered rim.
Satoru whimpered, needy.
"Oh, you like that, sweetheart? Yeah? Fuck—Mmm… Good job, baby… You're doing so well..."
Sukuna was babbling, unable to stop. The sound of his voice seemed to please omega as he purred in between his choked-up whines from rough thrusts. Alpha was slamming into the whining omega, his knot pushing into a sopping cunt and stretching a greedy hole. It was spreading wider; he could feel how relaxed and loose it got with his pounding. He growled at the thought of knotting omega full, how pliant and obedient Satoru would become with an alphan seed flooding his insides.
He'd be so cute with a round belly.
He reached to caress the base of his tail, knowing that felines loved it, and the reaction didn't disappoint.
As soon as his fingers rubbed short fur, Satoru yowled.
He clamped like a vice on Sukuna's cock, making him growl, and then alpha felt him shaking through his orgasm. Wetness splattered between them as Satoru squirted, whining, and alpha picked up his pace, snarling.
"Jesus—Fuck, c'mon, baby—Come again, let go—Yes, that's right, mmm..."
Omega didn't stop coming. His pussy quivered, convulsing along with his body as he sobbed and thrashed in his bonds, coming his brains out. His scent turned sweet, charging the air with his pheromones, and Sukuna let go. His throbbing knot squeezed in with the last few thrusts, and he leaned over, feeling how orgasm was just one hair away.
Instinctively, he pressed down on Satoru's neck, making him turn his head, and his teeth found a swollen scent gland. Not having a single thought except for the urge to claim, he bit into soft flesh. His fangs sank deep, and he tasted blood. Knot caught on spasming walls of soft insides, and finally, alpha was coming.
Satoru wailed, his legs shaking, and Sukuna felt his cock throbbing and painting omega's insides with smoldering hot cum. The hole that he fucked loose just a moment ago squeezed him like a vice. Slick poured on his legs, small puddles spreading on the floor as Satoru trembled, coming again. Sukuna was trying to catch his breath, mouth still on the punctured scent gland. He slumped on omega, slick with sweat and seeing stars while the tight pussy convulsed around him, milking his knot. Hot pleasure rolled through his body, and alpha groaned, tongue heavy in his mouth.
He could’ve sworn he never fucked someone like that.
His toes curled at the onslaught of pleasure, and he licked omega's sore neck. Pulling away, he saw how the skin around the scent gland was bruised and smeared in blood. Bone-deep satisfaction that he never felt before made his skin hum in an almost euphoric feeling, and he started to lick the blood away. His heartbeat was thumping in his ear, and the only thing he could hear was omega's harsh breathing. Nuzzling into sweaty hair, he smelled them both. The intricate scent that had both of their musk made his blood sing in his veins.
Barely able to think in the hot haze, Sukuna reached to untie thin wrists. They fell limp, sharp claws scratching the bench sides as he shuffled to untie his legs and torso. Weirdly, it rubbed him the wrong way when he pulled away from the sweaty back, but he mastered all his will and pulled Satoru off the bench.
"C'mon, baby, we gotta—Oh."
Turning his head, he realized that omega was unconscious. His face was pink and blotchy with tears as he mewled in his sleep at every tug of the swollen knot inside him. Sukuna huffed and got a better grip on the pale, lax body, bringing them to the blankets on jelly legs. Laying down as carefully as possible, he tucked the sleeping omega closer, wrapping his arms around omega's soft waist and pulling a duvet on both of them.
His mind was empty. Calmness overtook his senses as he buried his face in the white locks, feeling how the fluffy tail wrapped around his arm.
He would think about everything that's in store for him when he woke. About Center congratulating him on securing a "fated" pair and putting him onto the list of people responsible for the turn in humankind's history. About Haibara chatting his ears off about how his pups were expected to be strong and with good genomes. About how he was now tied to an absurdly pretty omega who was twenty years younger than him and probably was an insufferable brat outside of his heat. About how he mated with someone who was a slave of the Center just the way he was, if not worse.
At the very last, he could have a decent sleep knowing that he wasn't alone anymore.