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“Please, Kate, please—” Yelena gritted out.

“No last name? You’re not getting forgetful, are you? Maybe a little distracted?”

“PLEASE.”

Kate stood up. She ripped what was left of her dress away. It didn’t matter now. All that mattered was being naked with her omega.

“You don’t still have the headache, do you?”

“No,” Yelena admitted. “Not so much… or the tension, or bloating… but… Kate… I’m so close. Do you have to tease?”

“Take it all off,” Kate told her.

Yelena moved slowly. Maybe she wanted to tear the catsuit off her body, but the thing was too tough for that. Kate watched as she wiggled it off her shoulders, shimmied it down her hips. Her small pert breasts on display, then her vivid pink cunt bared. Yelena stepped out of all of it, then went the extra mile and undid the braid her hair was in, shaking it loose and ending up looking like a wild animal when all her lush golden locks haloed her flushed red face.

“Now turn around,” Kate said breathlessly.

Yelena obeyed. God, that was intoxicating. She turned around and her ass was plump and full and heart-shaped, tapering down into those gorgeous thick thighs and then her sweet, supple legs. All the way down to her surprisingly tiny feet. She looked adorable. And sensual. And like pure fucking lust when she trembled and her ass quivered like an entire bowl of jelly.

Kate didn’t know how it was that people could possibly go without ever once fucking an ass like this one. And Yelena, wearing that skintight catsuit, letting everyone know what they were missing.

Kate rested her chin on Yelena’s shoulder. Enjoying feeling that cocky bitch tremble. Maybe frightened, but only of how much she wanted something that she’d only been tempted with for a few fraught moments.

“What would you say if I wanted to spank your ass?” Kate asked, pressing herself to Yelena’s back so she felt the blonde shudder with each whispered word hitting her ear. “Smack that big, juicy ass over and over again until it was as red as Mother Russia?”

Yelena’s eyes drifted upward. She moaned. “Just do something to me, Kate Bishop, please…”

“What a naughty omega,” Kate breathed—it was almost as big a rush to be able to chide Yelena, the strong, powerful Black Widow, as it was to feel their bodies crushing together. “I didn’t give you permission to beg.”

“W-what do I have to d-do?” Yelena asked, her teeth chattering, and the fact that she couldn’t keep herself from stammering was a good sign. It told Kate that there was no way this omega could forget her place.

“Do?” Kate hissed in her ear. “You have to show me you appreciate that a wonderful alpha like me is willing to spend time on you.”

“I do, sir… I do appreciate it… I know you could have any omega you want…”

Kate turned Yelena’s head so that her next words broke against Yelena’s panting lips. “Show me.”

She didn’t know quite what she was doing. Her mind told her to go slow, to ease Yelena into this—for reasons both charitable and exceedingly self-serving, she didn’t want to spook Yelena and send her running.

But all Yelena did showed every sign of being as greedily sexual as she was, and whatever she tried, no matter how alpha, seemed to please Yelena, have her asking for more. What could she do but make Yelena want it more and then give Yelena what she wanted?

Kate kissed Yelena, once again, and she added her tongue to the maelstrom of the kiss and Yelena’s lips imperceptibly parted to let it in. Kate felt Yelena’s tongue curling around hers, felt Yelena throb in her arms like an explosive perpetually going off, Yelena only able to run her hands through her own wild hair as Kate’s acted for her, groping a handful of Yelena’s heaving breasts and burning sex.

“Bozhe moi!” Yelena gasped, slurring the words into a drool of syllables.

Kate felt her entire body jolt. She moved her hand away from Yelena’s cunt, which felt like it was being struck by lightning, and held it to Yelena’s lower belly. She felt throb after throb after throb as Yelena’s insides churned in orgasm. Delectable spasms that felt wonderful to touch, let alone how deeply Yelena was feeling them.

Kate could’ve warmed her hands on the fire devouring all the lust that had built up in Yelena’s belly. She ground her pelvis into those warm, delicious buttocks, feeling them tighten the same as all the other muscles that were expressing how much Yelena treasured this sensation. She reached down again, feeling at Yelena’s flowing sex, and rubbed her touch in the oil that soaked her thighs.

She came for me, Kate thought headily. I made her do that. This is my omega and this is what I do to her… no one else can make her feel like this… I won’t have it… she’s mine… I’m the only one who will do this to her, the only one she’ll be grateful to… it’s time for her to thank me… it’s time for her to admit who she belongs to.

“Down, down NOW,” Kate ordered Yelena, shoving her to her knees. “On your back. I’m going to mark you, omega, oh yes. Going to let everyone know you’re mine—”

“Da,” Yelena moaned, still fluttering in orgasm, happy to still have orders to follow, to give her more joy like the ecstasy she’d just experienced. “I’m yours, yours.”

She laid down on her back and Kate knelt over her, knees on her biceps to hold down her arms until Kate was finished. She reached inside her slot, to the underside of her stingingly erect clit, the spot inside herself where the gland marked her an alpha.

She tried to stay away from it usually, intimidated by its difference, but now she was oh-so-thankful for it. How else could she show Yelena what she felt then with this?

She stroked it. It was immediately ready, on the verge of release right now with how aroused she was and how receptive Yelena was down under her, mounted like the bitch in heat she was. A trickle of her cream started slowly and then flew from her, luscious liquid silk breaking loose and gushing onto Yelena’s face, her open mouth.

Kate reached orgasm birthing the spray that covered Yelena’s supple body. She defied the urge to shut her eyes and fully glory in the release, instead forcing them open, watching and listening as the bubbling honey struck Yelena’s high breasts and coated her sweetly smelling body in a whole new perfume.

“Oh, Kate!” Yelena’s eyes were big, her whole body suffused with the fulfillment of being claimed. After her orgasm, she must’ve thought there was no greater ecstasy she could aspire to.

She was wrong.

“Mine!” Kate cried, quaking in orgasm as she took in Yelena’s wet-dark hair, the lips she licked, the beads of fluid that jeweled her perfectly formed cleavage.

Standing, she backed away a few steps, to work the spray of her ejaculate down Yelena’s body, decorating her with the blissful fulfillment of her urge to claim. It was like Kate had been afflicted with a tension her whole life and now that tension was finally relieved.

It was a thrill to be empty, to give all that ownership to Yelena. She wanted all of her. She moved her honeyed spurting down over Yelena’s body, into her lap.

“Almost done!” Kate crooned, wild-eyed. Her finger was still in her cunt, wiggling against her emptying gland, pleasuring herself to the release as much as to Yelena’s beautifully claimed body. The other woman’s skin was a blanket of musk now, shining silver and looking even more gorgeous than it had before.

The last spurts Kate had to pump her hips to release. They landed in Yelena’s pubic thatch and covered her wet pussy, mingling with her own luscious orgasm. Kate was spent, but not yet done.

She felt a boisterous, fulsome quality to her gland… rising quickly again, ready to claim Yelena inside as well as out. She stared down at Yelena with an explosive gleam in her eyes, knowing Yelena would want more, that Yelena would only want to be more hers than she already was.

At first the feeling of being inundated had paralyzed Yelena. She felt the sting of the body-hot fluid, smelled its scent and knew it was Kate’s overriding her own. Yet there’d been no rebellion, no surfacing of odious pride, no desire to exert her own will. She wanted the whole humiliating ordeal, to feel Kate’s gland entirely emptied, every inch of her skin Kate’s property by natural law. Occupied territory. A hunting ground in which Kate would now find whatever sexual pleasure she wished from her faithful omega.

Yelena looked up at Kate, seething with outrage. Not that Kate had marked her, but that Kate was making her wait again.

“MORE.”