Breeding The New Hire

The fertile Omega moaned beneath him, his massive form shadowing over her flushed skin as he stood over his petite colleague. Waves of ecstasy crashed over her brain while her nails raked down his muscular back. She could feel his knot beginning to swell, stretching her further as it worked to lock them together.

Sweat glistened on his chiseled skin as he thrust deeper, his heavy balls clenching against his thick shaft for the inevitable end. With a hoarse growl, he buried himself one last time in her spasming depths. Who would have thought that their first meeting at work a few days ago would have led to this bareback mating?

When he first laid eyes on her as she entered the office, her youthful exuberance was palpable. Her delicate frame seemed almost fragile in comparison to him. He noticed right away the shy new hiree with a timid smile and a tendency to look down. Her posture screamed submissiveness, head bowed slightly, eyes darting up to meet his before darting away, cheeks flushed pink.

He made his move, ''accidentally'' brushing past her desk. "Sorry about that! Let me introduce myself properly..." His deep voice sent genetically coded alerts to her brain as he held out a large hand. Up close, he towered over her, muscles straining his shirt sleeves. She trembled slightly as she placed her tiny palm in his. Electric.

As she introduced herself, his animal instincts already kicked into high gear, drawn to her enticing vulnerability and alluring curves.

Who would have thought that this embarrassed young woman would be trembling under his weight, enjoying the heat radiating from his muscular body? As she glanced over his abs, his cock pinning her in missionary position, a trunk of an arm on either side of her face, a primal instinct took hold; her fertile womb aching to be filled. As his knot expanded, plugging her completely, she knew what he was: the apex predator of his species.

Her mind raced, wondering how she'd ended up here, so easily taken away by this powerful male. Yet her body betrayed her, aching for his seed, desperate to be bred. She bit her lip, whimpering as he began to throb inside her, ready to unleash his virile load directly into her unprotected core.

Just a few days before, she'd actually been the most cheerful and enthusiastic colleague he'd ever met. He had heard before that some Omegas were wary of strangers, but that once relaxed, they could bring joy to any dark corner. But they were colleagues, nothing more.

Every closeness made her pulse race, his pheromones enveloping her. In return, her Omega instincts kicked in. Her sweet, floral scent carried the unmistakable note of fertility; she would soon ovulate. It seeped from her pores, dulling his senses and igniting his deepest urges.

The way her tight blouse accentuated her ample cleavage and how the short skirt hugged her curvy hips made his mouth water. From the moment she walked into the office, he knew she'd be trouble. Or rather, he would be trouble for her. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, his predatory instincts screaming ''submissive mate'' at the delicious sight.

And today, with ruthless precision, his thick tip hammered directly into her G-spot, determined to wring every drop of pleasure from her. He felt her tense and quiver beneath him, her velvety sheath rippling and contracting for her final orgasm.

His heavy balls slapped obscenely against her ass as he fucked her faster before suddenly stopping. Guided by his breeding instincts, he grabbed her slender thighs and effortlessly pulled her legs up and over his broad shoulders, folding her almost in half. The new position left her completely vulnerable and open to his relentless advances.

He towered over her petite frame, his powerful muscles rippling as their bodies slammed together once more, slick juices smearing everywhere as he pounded her into submission. Her back arched off the bed, her tits bouncing wildly, a silent scream on her lips. The new angle allowed him to go impossibly deeper, his swollen knot ramming against her clit with each thrust.

Lost in the throes of passion, neither was aware of the significance of this position, a classic used by dominant males to maximize chances of insemination. Instinct alone guided them.

As the first week progressed, he noticed her shy glances and attempts at conversation whenever their paths crossed in the office. Despite his aloof demeanor, she persisted in trying to engage with him, asking about his projects and personal interests. Her genuine curiosity and eagerness to connect piqued his attention even more.

Her helpful nature soon became apparent as she offered to assist him with tasks beyond her typical duties. She always did so without hesitation and with a smile. Her desire to please him was evident in her actions. As they spent more time together, he became intoxicated by her sweet innocence and the way she looked up to him.

Inevitably, she began to feel familiar signs at work: the slickness between her thighs, the ache at her core, the desperate need for a strong mate to claim her. When he was near, her body reacted instantly, her nipples hardening, her pulse racing, her breath quickening. As his intense gaze met hers, she struggled with something deeply inscribed in her DNA. Now she realized what caste he was. What he needed. And what she needed too.

By Friday it was already too late. His throbbing cock pulsed inside her, veins bulging along its impressive length. Each ridge and curve seemed perfectly designed to stimulate her most sensitive spots, coaxing out her pleasure.

Her mind reeled as he loomed above her, his imposing frame blocking out everything else. She felt small and vulnerable, yet oddly safe. His cock throbbed, engorged with blood, the pulsing veins prominent along its substantial length. His shaft twitched as it savored the tight heat enveloping it. The thick head kissing her cervix, aiming for the treasure trove beyond.

His swollen knot smacked against her entrance with every thrust, working to wedge inside her stuffed hole and lock them together for the final act. She whimpered as she felt him swell even larger, knowing he would soon pump inside of her all of his potent seed.

Dwarfed by his immense muscular frame, she lay helplessly pinned beneath him. Powerful muscles rippled with each movement as he claimed her body with his own. Overpowered and outmatched, she could only surrender to his dominance. His masculine scent filled her nostrils, igniting primal urges she couldn't control.

An overwhelming urge surged through her, her fertile womb crying out to accept him, to let him claim her completely. Her mind clouded with submission, surrendering to his dominance. Her body betrayed her. Wetness gushed around his pistoning length as her womb clenched hungrily, desperate to be seeded. Incoherent pleas escaped from her lips as he ravaged her.

Rational thoughts dissolved, replaced only by a desperate need to submit to this virile mate. To kneel before him, to offer herself as his personal plaything, a willing vessel for his cum and a dedicated servant to tend to his cock. Tears of joy streamed down her face as the truth hit her; as an Omega, this was what she was born for. To be filled again and again until her belly swelled with his offspring. To exist solely for his pleasure and seed under his benevolent protection.

Her mind reeled at the intensity of her body's cravings. In this moment, all she wanted was to surrender completely and beg him to take her fully, to claim her as his own property and allow her the privilege of calling him Master. Nothing else mattered beyond fulfilling this overwhelming instinct.

As his fangs grazed her neck, she tilted her head submissively, baring the delicate flesh.

Growling with primal lust, he sank his sharp fangs into the tender flesh of her neck, marking her as his. A burst of electricity shot through her nerves at the claiming bite, marking her as his. Simultaneously, his knot finally stretched her open, filling her to capacity. Her yelp of pain swiftly transformed into a moan of overwhelming bliss as he pumped his hot seed deep into her core.

"Feel that? That's every part of me claiming every part of you," he growls. "I can feel your need... and I'm going to satisfy it. That's right, take my cock!" His thrusts become erratic as his climax approaches.

"I'm not going to pull out; I'm going to paint your insides white with my load. Take it all like a good Omega! Open wide, sweet thing."

Her legs tremble on his broad shoulders as he moans above her. Jet after jet pumped directly into her fertile womb, flooding her with viscous cum. Ovulation hormones raged through her bloodstream as he emptied his full balls into the biggest creampie she's ever had.

Her mind blanked with sheer rapture, her eyes rolling back as he filled her again and again with his potent essence. His hips jerked erratically, pushing more and more of his thick cum into her stretched pussy. She could feel it sloshing around inside her with each spurt, sealed inside her by his knot, ensuring that not a single drop would escape.

She whimpered weakly, completely powerless as he filled her beyond capacity with his virile essence. Her stomach began to visibly swell with the sheer volume of cum pouring into her. Her thoughts reeled at the implications: she was definitely ovulating, and with so much being pumped directly into her egg, the chances of conception were astronomical. Being in her prime childbearing years and currently ovulating, the odds were in favor of a successful insemination. Her mind was twirling with bliss as she knew this was it: impregnation.

"I wanted you since the day we've met," he rumbled, nuzzling her hair. Gently, rolling onto his back, taking her with him. Her legs slip off his shoulders as he lies on his back, bringing her to rest on his broad, heaving chest. Their bodies remaining joined, his massive knot still filling her to bursting point.

His heart beating steadily beneath her ear, matching the rhythmic pulsation of his throbbing member. A large hand moving up to tangle gently in her hair, stroking it almost reverently. Wrapping his arms around her curvy form, holding her close, tracing patterns on her soft skin.

No one will hurt her in the sanctuary of his arms. Nor will he feel the weight of loneliness, his ego satisfied in the warmth of her submission.

Sooner or later, as his knot deflated and withdrew with a gush, rivulets of pearly fluid emerged from her gaping hole, trickling obscenely onto the sheets below. But many millions remained inside, heading towards their goal. Her body soon began to prepare for its new occupant, swelling with maternal changes. Impregnation was almost guaranteed. They'd made quite the mess, but he didn't care: she was his now.

He felt an unfamiliar stirring in his heart, something other than lust or primal urges. A fierce protectiveness welled up within him, an overwhelming need to protect this delicate flower from any harm. No one else would ever lay a finger on her again. She was his now, marked inside and out by his seed.

He looked down at her face, flushed and glowing with satisfaction. A primal sense of pride swelling in his chest, he marked her, claimed her, and filled her with his potent seed.

"Shh, it's alright, sweetheart. I've got you," he murmured, planting soft kisses along her temple. His strong arms enveloped her protectively as he pulled the cozy blanket over them.

"You know," he added, his voice a low, playful rumble, "as much as I'd love to leave my scent all over you, we'll have to take a shower to remove it before someone can notice it... We wouldn't want HR to find out the new hire has already been claimed, would we?" He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Especially in the first week..."

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Thanks to G. P. for editing, your help was invaluable.