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Rumi cries quietly but can't hold back her moan when she feels a hot tongue lap up her tears.
"Pretty girl gonna cry some more?" Mira purrs out, low and throaty next to Rumi's ear, and her voice holds a smile as wicked as the teeth that nip at Rumi's earlobe.
Rumi chooses to not feel embarrassed at the way she whines and jolts her hips, held down by Mira's strong hands, long fingers pressing into her sides in a claim.
Rumi wants to be claimed.
Out of her teary eyes, Mira looks like she's surrounded by a halo. Or horns, as she leans forward to steal another kiss that melts Rumi’s higher thinking until she hears a soft laugh and the return of humid air as Rumi pants, her chest heaving under Mira’s slender, clever, cruel, fingers. Rumi wants to push against them, get more sensation that thrums under her skin like a roaring engine.
Rumi’s probably purring, her mind suggests, before tucking itself away in favor of feeling what Mira’s choosing to do to her.
“I’m so lucky that a girl as pretty as you is also so damn tasty,” Mira says, leaning down to lick at Rumi’s chin, the oddly submissive action so starkly contrasting with the way that Mira’s fully in control.
Rumi only wishes she could give Mira even more, be as good a girl as Mira wants. She holds her breath when a wandering hand passes up her throat to cup the side of Rumi’s face with aching tenderness and Rumi feels a new wave of tears bead up before running down the cooling lines of previous tears.
Instead of the tongue that Rumi wished, prayed for, the nail of Mira’s perfectly manicured hands lightly scratched against her cheek, catching the teardrop just to watch it drip from her pointed nails.
Rumi’s never been this wet in her entire miserable life. She whines again and fights the urge to spread her legs, aware that Mira told her to keep her hands and legs posed exactly as she put her. Mira moved her like a doll and now she’s playing with her, moving her minutely to kiss, or hold, or bite.
Mira’s blunt teeth press against Rumi’s gland and then lap up whatever pheromones that were blushed out, not caring that Rumi’s broken, a bad alpha.
She’s a bad alpha, but she’s Mira’s good girl, and a soft kiss to Rumi’s eye confirms that.
“Does my pretty girl wanna take my knot?” Mira asks, and then waits for Rumi to collect enough of herself that’s dripping onto the chair to answer her.
“Knot me, breed me, alpha-” Rumi babbles, tongue feeling heavy and useless until Mira grabs it like she’s disciplining a dog.
“Mira. Not alpha. Pretty girl, remember you’re going to get fucked by an omega and that’s who’s going to bend you over,” Mira says, face stern and eyes as dark as the night. Rumi tries to lick around her fingers, nodding frantically.
Rumi’s her pretty girl, her good girl, why won’t Mira call her good girl yet-? Instead of taking her fingers out of Rumi’s mouth, Mira instead plays with her tongue, tracing Rumi’s fangs with the tip of her nails as Rumi drools like the rabid dog she is.
Mira pulls out her very slick hand from Rumi’s mouth and stands up, stepping away from Rumi and Rumi doesn’t fight the fresh wave of tears that bead up, making the light above refract and blur her perception of reality.
“Strip,” Mira commands, and rather than ask how she’s supposed to do that while still following the command to stay in the seat, Rumi complies. Her shirt is easier than her pants, flung away to some far corner but Rumi keeps her eyes on Mira while she lifts up her hips to slide her pants off, one pant leg caught on her foot but Rumi’s too busy trying to peel her underwear off while staying on the seat like Mira told her.
Rumi’s dripping onto the seat now, no longer held back by her underwear as her body wordlessly demands, begs, pleads for more of Mira’s attention, more of her hands on her body and teeth in her skin.
“Good girl,” Mira praises, and Rumi moans throatily, keeping still as her clit twitches uselessly between her open thighs. “Not quite wet enough though, huh pretty girl?”
Rumi blinks dumbly up at Mira as she puts her spit-slick hand down to run against Rumi’s dripping thigh, nails digging in enough to make Rumi hiss and her hips jump again. Rumi then watches Mira calmly wipe her hands on a towel and then smile at Rumi with all her teeth,
“Still not wet enough for me to knot,” Mira said, blatantly lying.
Rumi couldn’t say anything in response because Mira gently grabbed Rumi by the neck- scruffing- and led her to the bed across from the now-ruined chair that Rumi was sitting. Rumi avoided looking at the darker spot in the fabric as best she could.
Luckily Mira solved that issue by pushing Rumi back, climbing on top of her and Rumi spot the slightly wet spot on Mira’s gray boxers as she prowled on top of her, slotting her knee between Rumi’s thighs, dropping down in a controlled fashion to press firmly against Rumi’s pussy.
“I want you to hump my leg like the puppy you are,” Mira purred, her rumble deeper as she saw how wrecked Rumi doubtlessly looked. Rumi watched, enraptured, as Mira’s hand approached Rumi’s face, cupping her cheek and rubbing her thumb against one of Rumi’s dried tear tracks. Rumi blinked, then nodded up. Mira’s eyes softened and she pressed a slow kiss to Rumi’s lips before her eyes hardened again.
“Silly girl not able to focus enough to fuck herself? Poor pretty girl...I’ll help you. As a favor,” Mira growled, grabbing Rumi’s hips and digging in her nails as she pulled Rumi’s cunt up and push down so Rumi left a lurid line on Mira’s otherwise pristine leg.
Rumi made that mark.
Rumi couldn’t look away as she began to grind her hips up, as Mira pushed her knee down, again and again and again and Rumi’s panting and growling even though good girls don’t growl but Mira’s looking at her like she’s beautiful. Rumi tried to speed up, feeling her core tighten and her clit twitch against Mira’s leg and she wants to make another mark because Rumi’s her good girl, she’s her pretty girl and surely Mira would let-
“Ah-ah. Not going to get to cum that way,” Mira says, shattering all the hopes and dreams of half-demon failed alphas everywhere.
Rumi can’t help it, she feels her lip turn into a pout and she begins to tear up again, it’s not fair! Rumi’s a pretty girl and clearly she deserves to cum, especially since Mira started her humping her knee in the first place.
Still. Rumi remembers Mira’s promise to knot her.
Rumi reluctantly lets go of Mira’s leg and flops onto her back, showing Mira her belly and receiving a soft hand rubbing her belly before Mira turns to the side and gets her strap on with a practiced ease before applying some lube.
Mira must see the thoughts on Rumi’s face and she looks down at Rumi’s shiny inner thighs and shrugs, “We know that alphas are prone to drying off easier,” which Rumi answers with a pout. Rumi thinks about poking her tongue out but she’s a good girl and also she wants Mira in her as soon as possible.
“Alright pretty girl, on your hands and knees,” Mira orders and Rumi all but jumps to action, getting into position until something in her hips twinge and she can’t help but grimace.
“Yellow,” Rumi calls, and Mira appears next to her almost immediately.
“Are you okay? Do you need a different position? Water?” Mira asks, her stern expression broken like it never existed and Rumi fights the smile on her face as she gingerly settles to the side.
“I think maybe I’m going to need a pillow or something, my hips don’t like this position,” Rumi explains, grabbing Mira’s hand to kiss.
Mira hands her a pillow and then they spend a few minutes finding the best way to angle Rumi, with Mira cajoling Rumi to take a few sips of water anyways before Rumi settles onto her elbows comfortably.
“Green?” Mira asks, as though Rumi hasn’t said that multiple times already. Rumi rolls her eyes a little before putting a thumbs up.
“Green, now fuck me already,” Rumi playfully whines.
There was a silence behind Rumi and she knew that Mira was trying to fight a laugh. Rumi felt Mira’s hands wrap around her hips and the head of the strap press against her. It’s a slow stretch as Rumi’s walls gradually gave into the pressure piercing her and Rumi purred in satisfaction as Mira’s hips eventually met her own.
She fought the urge to make a joke like “Come here often?” But as Mira thrust forward, all silly thoughts were pushed aside in favor of demanding more more more mo-
“Tight, bet an alpha doesn’t get fucked like this often,” Mira said, intentionally making her voice rougher to mimic an alpha growl. Rumi panted and whined, her hands digging into the mattress as she tried to fuck herself back into Mira.
“Pretty girl wants to be knotted huh, wants to be tied to an omega?” Mira asks, but Rumi’s too busy whining to answer, panting as she feels her orgasm coming,
“C-close!” Rumi moaned, pushing herself down to feel Mira fucking her even deeper, but instead of pounding Rumi like she deserves, Mira slows down.
“What? No! Nononono-” Rumi chants, trying to fuck herself onto Mira, but she grabs her by the scruff again, leaning in to whisper,
“You get to cum when I decide, remember?” Mira reminded before biting Rumi’s shoulder hard enough that it doubtlessly left a mark that’s going to sting in the shower. Rumi almost came at the bite, drooling into the mattress as her tears started up again.
Mira drew back until the tip of her strap teased at leaving Rumi despite how tightly Rumi was trying to squeeze down, then slammed forward hard enough that the bed moved. Rumi would be concerned about the condition of the bed after she stopped digging her claws into the bedding hard enough to tear, a wet spot where she was dripping from her cunt, and a wet spot where her teeth dug into the duvet.
Rumi wanted to warn Mira of her impending climax, but her jaw was busy being locked into cotton and instead she could just make an increasingly high pitched keen and hope that Mira knew what she meant.
Mira instead interpreted the noise as ‘please grab Rumi’s clit and circle it like a shark after blood’, which caused Rumi’s hips to jolt and quake under her ministrations.
Rumi managed to pull her head from where it was trying to maul the mattress and pant out something that sounded like a warning, but most likely just sounded like a barking growl as Mira fucked her into the mattress.
Mira grabbed Rumi by the back of her neck again, hands looping around and intertwining the fingers into a choke-hold as she pulled Rumi back against her, hips driving forward again and again and again and-
The knot slipped in.
Rumi saw stars as she finally got to cum, thighs twitching uselessly and she faintly felt herself go boneless as Mira slowly lowered her to the ruined comforter, thoughtfully angling away from the drool spot. Rumi felt the toy in her slowly inflating, almost like a real knot as Mira settled onto her back.
Rumi threw a hand behind her, patting around until Mira grabbed her hand and they held hands and cuddled in sated silence for a minute. Rumi cleared her throat, turning to the side while Mira followed beside her, like a ridiculous conga line; Mira handed her a water bottle, which Rumi chugged in a less than dignified manner before handing it back for Mira to finish off.
“I set the timer for a half hour,” Mira informed Rumi, and she nodded, shuffling back into Mira’s waiting embrace.
“You did a good job,” Rumi said after a little bit longer, her voice raspy from overuse. She felt Mira stiffen before hugging Rumi tighter.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, I felt good."
Mira’s lips were smiling as she kissed the back of Rumi’s neck.
Rumi loves it when Mira knots her, it’s so intimate and even though Mira could always just slide out of the harness, she chooses to stay close, stay with Rumi. Kiss and cuddle, still buried inside of Rumi like she couldn’t bear to leave, even as she gains pins and needles on the arm Rumi’s using as a pillow.
Said arm is massaged and rotated after the knot automatically deflates and Mira slides it out, shuffling to the bathroom to put the toy in the sink to clean later. While in there, Rumi stripped the bed of the ruined first layer and ignores the hole in the sheets to slide under, patting the bed for Mira to slide in next to her.
And there, with dried tears and sweat on Rumi’s face, she cuddles into Mira’s warm embrace before her cold feet nudge into Rumi, inevitably waking the two of them in a half hour when Rumi will yelp herself awake.