#alpha!natasha

 “But how did you know?” Natasha had asked, in that curious tone that only a child can manage.

“You can just tell,” Melina had replied patiently. “It’s hard to explain but you just… Know.”

“What if I don’t have one?”

“Every alpha has a soulmate Natasha, even you. You’ll cross paths with them someday and you’ll just know it’s them. Wait and see.”

It wasn’t until Natasha had met you that she’d understood exactly what Melina was talking about. She’d always assumed it was bullshit, that whole ‘you can just feel it’. There must be an actual way to tell who your soulmate is. But Natasha had realised Melina was telling the truth. There was just this feeling that she’d finally found the person she was supposed to be with. It was instantaneous. For a moment Natasha’s heart had soared, knowing she’d finally found you, her soulmate. Only for it to come crashing down.

You didn’t understand the concept of soulmates. You weren’t from her world. You’d travelled across the multiverse, escaping your dying planet and finding refuge in theirs. Everyone had assumed you had the power to travel the multiverse but you didn’t. You’d been one of the few survivors of your home planet and they’d used the last of their power to transfer you to this universe. Now you were stuck there, taken in by the Avengers whilst they gathered more information.

Learning about your universe had been fascinating but it appeared that your experience of the world was very different to theirs. Alphas, omega, soulmates, none of that existed where you were from. How was Natasha supposed to explain to you that you were her soulmate? And that she couldn’t prove it to you, she was just basing this on an extreme feeling that she had.

Her plan had been to spend time with you and eventually warm you to the idea. Not wanting to overwhelm you, Natasha had gently brought up the concept of soulmates and had been surprised by your reaction. “Soulmates? So no one actually gets to choose who they want to be with? They’re just forced to be with each other?”

Natasha can hear the hint of disdain in your voice and cringes. “Well, no, there’s a choice,” She says. “But… Why would you choose anyone else? When you’ve found your soulmate?”

“Well, what if you don’t like them? Or you’re already dating someone else? Or someone says they’re your soulmate but they’re actually an abusive piece of shit?”

“No one abuses their soulmate.” Natasha remembers a stern matron from the Red Room, who showed no remorse if the girls in her care were injured or even killed during training. How terrifying she had seemed – Natasha had been certain she had no heart until she’d caught a glimpse of her with her own soulmate. The matron’s entire demeanour had softened, like she was a completely different person. It was one of the few things that had got her through the Red Room – the belief that no matter how hard they tried to turn her into a killer, her soulmate would be able to break through all of that and see her.

“It just seems a bit… Archaic. You know?” You roll your eyes and smile. “Do you know who your soulmate is?”

After a moment’s hesitation she smiles and shakes her head “No… No, I don’t know who they are yet.”

Given that had baffled you; Natasha hadn’t gone on to explain the other details of soulmates. Soulmate Rejection was too big to put on your shoulders. You seemed to think the concept of soulmates was in some way controlling. How would you react if Natasha told you that you had to get together or she’d grow so ill that she’d eventually pass away? Natasha could just picture your face. No, she wouldn’t put that on you. You’d have to figure out you were her soulmate on your own.

Easier said than done, of course. Although the illness hadn’t taken hold of her immediately, seeing you go on a date with someone had physically hurt in a way she couldn’t explain. Like a dull ache in her chest. You’ve been in this universe for eight months now; it makes sense that you want to start dating. Seeing you with someone else was one of the most difficult experiences Natasha had ever had to deal with though. It had taken everything in her not to go feral, to snarl, to hold you in her own arms, and insist you were hers. Especially since you were going out with some boring boy of all people.

Natasha is waiting for you when you get back and you sit with her in the living room, everyone else having already gone to bed. “Does everyone have a soulmate?”

Natasha shakes her head, pleased that you haven’t shut down the idea of soulmates completely. “No, not everyone. Every alpha has one, usually an omega but sometimes a beta.”

“Could your soulmate be an alpha?”

“It’s not impossible but very rare,” Natasha watches as you hug your knees to your chest, resisting the urge to reach over and touch you. “How was your date anyway?”

“Nothing special.”

“So you won’t see him again then?” Natasha asks, unable to keep the glimmer of hope out of her voice.

“Oh, no. One date was enough. Especially since… Well, I went back to his place and there was… Nothing up about him if you catch my drift.”

“Oh! You put out on the first date?”

Your firm, irritated look quickly shuts her up and she wishes she hadn’t said anything. “I’m not really looking for anything serious right now so yeah. I ‘put out’.”

“I… I didn’t mean it like that, I’m sorry.”

You take pity on her, “Don’t worry about it. I suppose my attitude must seem strange to someone waiting to meet their literal soulmate.”

Your words are light and teasing but Natasha’s cheeks still turn pink. What she wouldn’t give to hold you properly, to kiss your cheek, to inhale the scent of your shampoo. If only she could tell you. Every day that goes past is making it harder and harder not to just tell you.

“What if an alpha never meets their soulmate?” You ask Natasha. “What happens?”

Natasha’s hope always soars whenever you ask her questions about soulmates. Your curiosity makes her think you could come round to the idea one day. “Soulmates are fated to meet at some point.”

“Really? What if your soulmate lives in Australia though? Or even outer space.”

Natasha avoids your gaze “They’d meet at some point. I don’t know how it works but an alpha is always destined to cross paths with their soulmate at least once.”

“That can’t be possible though, surely? What if your soulmate, I don’t know, died before you got to meet them?”

Natasha thinks about it for a moment, “I actually don’t know. I guess… It must happen. Maybe you get a new soulmate if that happens.”

You smile “Doesn’t that rather defeat the point of a soulmate though?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well to me the concept of a soulmate is that there’s one person in the entire universe who is yours. If they die and you get assigned a new one then what was the point?”

“You’re frying my head with this. Every alpha has a soulmate, assigned to them before birth. I’ve never heard of anyone whose soulmate died before they had chance to meet them. It’s just fate.”

“Is it fate if that person is assigned to them before birth?”

This conversation is stressing Natasha out though she’s not entirely sure why. “I don’t- I don’t know-”

You grin and nudge her foot teasingly before standing up “Just food for thought. Anyway, I’m heading to bed. Night Nat.”

After that you don’t ask her any more questions about soulmates. Both of you still hang out – Natasha’s been helping you pass the time by teaching you some basic Avengers drills and she loves every second that she spends with you. How can you not feel what she feels? It’s obvious to her that you’re perfect for each other yet you don’t seem to realise.

Natasha’s illness begins to set in the following week when you go on a date every night of the week. It soon becomes clear that you’re not interested in actually staying with anybody, you just want sex. Which is fine of course – Natasha still cringes when she remembers the way she’d incredulously asked about you putting out on a first date. It’s only a problem because it’s literally beginning to kill her.

Natasha’s never known anyone to go through Soulmate Rejection before so she didn’t know what to expect. It quickly seeps into her bones, making her feel weak. Just getting out of bed takes more and more effort as each day goes by. At first being near you would make the illness a little better but eventually it stopped working. If you continued to unknowingly reject her, Natasha would surely perish.

“Are you feeling okay?” You ask one morning in the gym. “You’re looking a little pale.”

Truthfully Natasha feels like she’s been hit by a truck. Her head feels like it’s full of cotton wool, every muscle and bone in her body aches, there are bags beneath her eyes. It feels even worse than she could’ve possibly imagined. That physical pain she’d felt when she saw you go on that first date gets even worse with every new date that you go on, even causing her to double over one day.

It’s Yelena who realises what’s going on “You need to tell her.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Natasha mumbles.

“Everyone else is going to figure out you’re going through Soulmate Rejection soon. And how do you think she’ll feel if she realises she’s the reason you’re on the brink of death?”

“It might not kill me. We don’t know that it definitely will.”

“Natasha-”

“Do not tell her Yelena,” Natasha says in the firmest voice she can manage, letting out a weak cough. “I won’t put that on her. It’s not fair.”

“Natasha, please-”

“Just leave it Yelena. Don’t get involved.”

Yelena does her best to respect Natasha’s wishes but it gets even harder when Natasha deteriorates so much that she ends up in the medbay. The medical staff work round the clock but are baffled when they find nothing physically wrong with her. None of them realises it’s Soulmate Rejection – it happens so rarely that it doesn’t even cross their minds. Yelena sits by Natasha’s bedside, dabbing her hot forehead with a damp cloth, trying to keep her as comfortable as possible.

“Y/N’s asking about you,” Yelena says.

“I don’t want her to see me like this.”

“Natasha, you might not have long left. Do you really want to keep your soulmate away from you?”

“Will you keep an eye on her for me? Just make sure she’s okay. All those dates she goes on, I worry about her…”

“You’re such a martyr,” Yelena says irritably, but she can’t help taking her older sister’s hand in hers. “Please let me tell her. She deserves to know.”

“I always thought my soulmate would just know they were mine,” Natasha says. “That they would feel the same connection that I felt. Do you really think she can’t feel it?”

“Maybe she can,” Yelena says. “But she knows you’re waiting for your soulmate. Why would she say anything? Why would she date you if she thought she was going to get hurt when your ‘soulmate’ came along later down the line?”

Natasha says nothing. Yelena asks again if she can tell you and she still says no. It makes Yelena want to scream but she doesn’t dare go against her sister’s wishes.

In the middle of the night Natasha realises that she doesn’t have long left. That the Soulmate Rejection has taken its toll and she’s grown too weak to hold on anymore. Natasha tries to find some peace – she’s told Yelena everything that she wanted to. Asked her to keep an eye on you. If only Natasha could’ve kissed you, just once. Every night she’s imagined your lips against hers and it makes her heart ache even more with longing.

Even if Natasha hadn’t felt that physical pull to you she would’ve known you were her soulmate. It wasn’t just your looks – you were beautiful, everyone thought so, not just Natasha. That wasn’t just what Natasha loved about you though. You were curious, finding everything about their universe fascinating. You felt the loss of your home planet deeply, never taking for granted the sacrifice that they’d made for you. Natasha could see in training how determined you were. Many nights Natasha had stayed up long after she felt exhausted just so she could talk to you. There was nothing about you that Natasha didn’t love. You were perfect.

Natasha closes her eyes, almost looking forward to dying just so the pain will finally go away. Not seeing you has definitely made her worse. A part of Natasha knows she’s being stubborn. There may have been some truth to what Yelena said. You had spoken to her often about soulmates, maybe you thought Natasha was waiting for hers, not realising it was you. But if you didn’t feel anything for her and you got with her just so Natasha would survive… Well, Natasha would rather die. Death would be better than living with a soulmate who felt trapped.

Just as Natasha begins to think she’s slipping away she feels a hand in hers, anchoring her to this world. She groans softly, “Let me go.”

“But I still have questions.”

Her eyes open as she hears your voice. You’re sat next to her bed, your hand in hers. Is it really you or a cruel trick of Natasha’s imagination? Either way, Natasha decides she will do her best to hang on. If you’re here, she wants to be here too, “Questions?”

“How do you know when you’ve found your soulmate?”

Natasha smiles weakly at you “That’s easy. You just know.”

“But how?”

“You can just feel it. It’s hard to explain. It’s unlike anything you’ll ever experience.”

“So you do know what it’s like to meet your soulmate? You’ve met yours?”

Natasha sighs and nods “Yes. I met mine.”

“What happened?”

“She didn’t realise she was my soulmate.”

You squeeze her hand “Yeah? You didn’t wanna tell her?”

“How could I? She didn’t believe in soulmates.”

Neither of you says anything for a long moment. Natasha’s breathing is laboured; it has been for the past couple of days. Every breath feels like a huge effort. Natasha can’t even lift her head from the pillow anymore, she’s too weak. Eventually you meet her gaze “I’ve been doing my own research about this whole… Soulmate thing. It’s such an insane concept to me. Soulmates was a term used in my reality but we didn’t know if it was real or not. You all seem so convinced it’s true though. Well, you’re not convinced, you know it’s true.”

Natasha doesn’t reply, happy to just listen to the sound of your voice. You squeeze her hand again “I read about what happens if your soulmate rejects you. You never told me about that.”

“It’s rare.”

“But not impossible. For an alpha to be rejected by their soulmate, whether knowingly or unintentionally. And then the alpha gets sick. Is that correct?”

“I suppose so. I’ve never known it to happen to anybody.”

“Nat…”

“I kept thinking about what you said. About how nobody gets to choose. And I would want my soulmate to choose their partner. I wouldn’t want them to feel like they were stuck with me.”

“It’s not a fair choice if they don’t have all the information to make an informed choice.”

“Y/N-”

Your voice cracks, “Please. Is it me, Nat?”

“Y/N, I… I can’t…”

“Because all those late night talks, the way your fingers would brush against mine, the electricity, the spark… I felt drawn to you almost immediately. Only to find out there were soulmates and you were still waiting for yours. And I just figured, how could it be me? How could it have been decided before you were born that it would be me? I’m not even from this planet, let alone this universe… How could anyone have possibly predicted that?”

“I don’t know,” Natasha says quietly. “Fate is just weird sometimes I guess.”

“Well who am I to argue with fate?”

Natasha’s breath falters completely when you lean down and kiss her. Finally, after all these months, you’re finally kissing her. Just like that feeling when she’d first laid eyes on you, it’s nothing like she could’ve ever imagined. Better than anything she’d ever predicted. Your lips feel so sweet against hers. She wishes she had the energy to reach out and wrap her arms around you.

When you pull away, you lean your forehead against hers “You should’ve told me.”

“I didn’t want to burden you.”

“Being with you isn’t a burden Nat. Not to me.”

Natasha can already feel herself getting stronger. Like the fairytale ‘Sleeping Beauty’, your kiss seems to have revived her. Not instantly, she still feels wretched but she has a little bit of strength now – seems you’re the only remedy she needs. “Stay with me?”

“I’m not going anywhere. Not until you’re back on your feet.” You press a kiss to her knuckles. “I’m yours.”

Her expression softened, relief flickering across her face. She leaned in one last time, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. Longer this time, like she was sealing the promise between you.

You stood there a moment longer, watching as she climbed into the truck. The engine turned over, loud against the growing hush of the storm. You raised a hand, giving a small wave as she pulled away, gravel crunching beneath the tires.

The truck grew smaller and smaller, swallowed by the winding road and the darkening sky, until it disappeared completely. Only then did you turn back inside, closing the door behind you. The house felt quieter without her. Still.

You drifted to the window, eyes fixed on the empty stretch of road where she’d vanished, the first low growl of thunder rolling in the distance.

The storm is arriving in full force now.

Wind thickening the air. It fills your lungs, heavy. You step back out onto the patio, scanning the distance once more, searching for her, for the glow of headlights cutting through the dark, but there’s nothing.

Your hand drifts to your arm, rubbing absently, a quiet, self-conscious habit. You move farther onto the patio, the boards creaking beneath your weight. Then, something. A flicker of motion at the edge of your vision, something that doesn’t belong.

Your gaze snaps toward it. A filly.

She stands there, impossibly, where she shouldn’t be. Somehow she’s made her way here. Far from the barn, far from the pasture where the rest of the horses are safely kept on your land.

God. She shouldn’t be here. She should be in the barn. Safe. Sheltered. The storm is only getting worse, the radio inside had made that clear enough, its warnings still echoing in your mind. This kind of storm can kill.

But you can’t leave her. You know Natasha wouldn’t, either.

You turn back inside, moving quickly now, grabbing a lead rope, one Natasha left hanging in the house who knows how long ago. Then you step out again, the wind tugging at your clothes, the light rain beginning to sting your skin.

A flicker of hesitation crosses your mind as you guide her toward the barn. By doing this, it does mean you are breaking one of the few rules Natasha has ever given you since you began courting. A rule meant to keep you safe.

Never go into a storm.

The words echo louder with every distant roll of thunder.

And yet, as much as you both care for this filly, you know the truth—losing you would wound Natasha far deeper than losing anything else. The thought tightens in your chest, stealing your breath as your pace quickens, your heartbeat falling into step with the growing storm.

Rain begins to fall, soft at first, almost gentle, before it steadily soaks through your clothes and darkens the filly’s coat. The air turns sharp and electric, the wind beginning to stir.

You press forward anyway, urging her on, your focus locked on the barn ahead. One step, then another. Driven by the hope that you can get her to shelter in time.

And that you’ll make it there, too.

The rain is relentless now, the storm in full force. Thick clouds blot out the sun, casting everything in a dim, restless gray. Wind cuts sharp through the air, whistling as it drives sheets of rain straight into Natasha’s face the moment she steps out of her truck.

She exhales sharply, already soaked at the edges, and hurries to unload a few things, carrying them inside. “Should’ve been faster,” she mutters under her breath, chastising herself as she shuts the door behind her. Still, she made it. Just as the storm broke.

Inside, the house feels too quiet.

She sets her keys down on the table with a soft clink, shrugging off the damp from her jacket. “Hey—” she calls, her voice low, familiar.

Nothing.

Her eyes lift, a faint crease forming between her brows. She stills for a moment, listening—really listening—but all she hears is the storm pressing against the walls, the wind rattling the windows.

“…Hey?” she tries again, a little louder this time.

Silence.

A flicker of unease tightens her chest.

She moves deeper into the house, quicker now, checking room after room. Each empty space sharpens the edge of her worry, her steps growing faster, heavier.

By the time it settles—by the time she knows—you’re not there.

Her expression hardens instantly, concern flashing into something sharper, more urgent. She turns on her heel and strides back to the door, shoving it open. The screen door slams violently behind her as she steps back into the storm, rain immediately swallowing her again.

You’re soaked through by the time you reach the barn, rain clinging to your skin, your clothes heavy and cold. Your hands slip against the wood as you wrestle the door open, breath unsteady, but you manage it. You guide the filly inside, the familiar scent of hay and earth wrapping around you like a fragile kind of relief.

“Easy… easy,” you murmur, your voice softer now, steadier despite the storm raging just beyond the walls.

You duck into the tack room, grabbing a couple of worn towels, and return to the filly. You work quickly but gently, drying her off as best you can, brushing water from her coat, your touch calming her until she settles. Once she’s back beside her mother, safer, warmer, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

You turn toward the door to leave, and that’s when it hits you.

Thunder cracks, loud enough to rattle the beams overhead. Rain hammers against the roof in relentless sheets, the wind howling through every gap and seam. You hesitate, one step from the door, your hand hovering near the handle. You could make it.

…Maybe.

Another crack of thunder splits the sky, closer this time.

“…Damn it,” you mutter, stepping back, the decision settling heavy in your chest. You pat your jeans on instinct—then freeze.

No phone. You left it in the house.

“Great,” you breathe, sharper this time, frustration curling tight. You shut the door firmly, turning back into the barn. Looks like you’re staying.

You drag over a bucket, flip it, and sit beside the filly, absently running your hand along her neck. The steady rhythm of your touch helps pass the time, even as your thoughts churn louder than the storm outside.

It’s only a couple of minutes later when the barn door creaks open.

You jerk upright, the sudden movement spooking the colt. “Hey—hey, sorry, girl,” you soothe quickly, giving her a gentle pat before turning toward the sound.

Your name cuts through the barn. You freeze—then recognize the voice.

“…Natasha?”

You step out of the stall just as wet footsteps echo across the barn floor. Then you see her, completely drenched, rain still dripping from her hair and clothes.

Relief hits you first. Fast. Strong. Then guilt follows close behind.

You swallow, stepping toward her. “Natasha… I—”

“What the hell were you thinking?” she cuts in, her voice tight, edged with something between anger and fear. She closes the distance quickly, eyes scanning you, searching. “Coming out in a storm like this? You could’ve gotten seriously hurt—are you hurt?”

“No—no, I’m fine, I—”

She’s already closer now, looking you over, hands almost reaching before stopping herself. Rainwater drips from her sleeves onto the floor.

“Natasha, please,” you start again, softer this time, urgency bleeding through. “Falin... the new filly.. got out somehow—she was—she was out in the open,” you finish, your voice softer now, the edge of urgency giving way to something quieter. “I couldn’t just leave her there.”

For a moment, Natasha doesn’t respond.

Her gaze follows your gesture, flicking past you to the stall. To the filly, now tucked safely beside her mother, both of them calm despite the storm’s fury outside. The tension in her shoulders shifts, just slightly, as she takes in the sight.

Her jaw tightens anyway again.

She exhales sharply through her nose, dragging a hand back through her rain-soaked hair. “So you decided to run straight into a storm—without even telling me,” she says, her voice lower now, but no less intense.

You flinch at that, the weight of her words settling in your chest.

“I didn’t have time,” you reply, quieter, but firm. “She could’ve been hurt. Or worse.”

Another crack of thunder rolls overhead, loud enough to make the barn creak. Neither of you flinches.

Natasha stares at you for a long second, something conflicted flickering behind her eyes—anger still there, but tangled tightly with relief. Fear. The kind she doesn’t say out loud.

“You don’t get to decide that your life is expendable,” she says finally, the words sharper now, cutting through the space between you. “You could've been hurt, or worse."

The weight of that lands heavier than the storm.

“I wasn’t trying to—” you start, but the words falter. Because there isn’t a clean defense for it. Not one she’ll accept.

Her expression softens—just a fraction—but it almost makes it worse.

“You could’ve called me and asked me what to do,” she continues. "Before putting both your lives at risk."

That lands.

“I didn’t think—” you admit, then shake your head, the words falling apart as you try again. “No… I did. I just thought I could make it there and back before it got bad.”

A beat stretches between you.

Outside, the storm keeps raging, wind and rain hammering against the barn like it’s trying to get in. Inside, everything feels suspended—quiet, heavy, the kind of silence that presses in on both of you as you sit near the hay bale, you shifting slightly beside her while she stares ahead, jaw tight but no longer speaking.

Time passes in fragments, measured only by distant thunder and the slow easing of the wind.

When the storm finally loosens its grip, Natasha doesn’t say much. She just rises first, then offers you a hand that lingers a moment longer than necessary before she leads you out.

The walk home is slow and careful. Mud sucks at your boots as you both make your way down the small hill, the sky still bruised and low above you. Her hand stays on you the whole time. Steady, guiding, as if she’s afraid you might disappear again if she lets go.

You think, maybe, she’s come down from it. That whatever storm was in her has passed with the weather.

You think wrong.

The moment the door shuts behind you, she’s there. Pushing you back against it, close enough that you feel the impact in your breath more than your body. There’s no hesitation in her this time, only something raw and immediate, all the restraint from before snapping loose at once.

Her hands find you, her presence crowding yours, and then she’s kissing you—hard, breathless, furious in a way that isn’t anger so much as everything she held back finally breaking through.

"A-alpha? mm.." you tried to protest, but she kisses you again. cutting you off.

The sound of the storm outside is nothing compared to Natasha’s pulse against your own. The adrenaline that had kept her moving through the rain has curdled into a dark hunger.

Her hands are cold from the rain, but her skin burns where it meets yours. She shoves your chest flat against the wood of the door, the impact jolting through your spine. Before you can even catch your breath to apologize again, she's tilting your head back in a way so her mouth is back on yours. Crushing, desperate, tasting of salt and rainwater.

"Don't," she growls against your lips, a low command that vibrates in your chest. "Don't you dare talk."

One hand entangles in your wet hair, fingers winding tight near the scalp and pulling your head back. The angle exposes the pale line of your throat, and she doesn't hesitate, burying her face in the curve of your neck. You whimper, your knees turning to water as your instincts flare in response to her actions.

She groans, a sound of pure, frustrated need, and her free hand drops to the waistband of your soaked jeans. There is no gentleness in the way she hooks her thumbs into the denim. She peels them down with a frantic efficiency, the wet fabric clinging to your skin until she forces them past your hips, letting them heavy-thud to the floor.

"You think I care about the horse?" she mutters, her voice thick and ragged as she grips your bare hips, her fingers bruising the skin as she hauls you backward. She creates a sharp arch in your spine, pulling your backside firmly against her own damp clothes, making you feel every inch of her hardening dick. "I care about this. About you..."

She doesn't wait. With a sharp tug on your hair to keep your head tilted back, she guides herself into you. You gasp into the empty air of the room.

It’s raw and unrefined. Natasha isn't the steady, quiet farmer right now; she’s the Alpha who almost lost her mate. Each thrust is heavy, driving you back against the door, the wood rattling with the rhythm of her desperation. She’s fucking into you with a possessive ferocity, her breath hot and ragged against your ear.

"You're mine," she pants, the words a vow and a threat all at once. "You stay where I put you. Do you hear me?"

Your hands dig into the door in front of you, fingers searching for purchase as she overwhelms you. The wood of the door is cold against your chest, but Natasha is a furnace at your back.

The rhythm is unrelenting. Each heavy drive sends a jolt through your frame, forcing a broken, rhythmic sound from your throat that is lost against the panels of the door. She isn’t being careful, her teeth graze the sensitive skin where her mark sits on your shoulder, a white-hot spark of pleasure-pain shatters your remaining focus. You can feel the tension in her thighs, the way her breath hitched every time you tried to push back against her.

"Look at me," she rasps, her hand moving from your hip to your chin, forcing your head around so she can see the blown-out haze in your eyes. "Tell me you're staying. Tell me."

You can barely get the words out, the friction and the depth of her taking you to the very edge. "Staying... Natasha, please—"

The plea is all she needs. With a low, guttural growl, she surges forward one last time, her body locking tight against yours. The sensation is overwhelming, a tidal wave that crashes over you, sending your head back against her shoulder as your own climax hits, violent and dragging. She follows you over the edge seconds later, her name for you dying into a ragged exhale against your neck.

She pulls back just enough to turn you around, her eyes dark and searching. Slowly, she sinks to the floor, leaning her back against the very door she just had you pinned to. She doesn't have to say a word; the way she looks at you, the silent command in her posture, tells you exactly what she needs.

You sink to your knees between her legs, the cool air hitting your damp skin. As you take her into your mouth, tasting the salt of the storm and the essence of both of you, she lets out a long, shaky breath, her fingers threading through your hair.

She watches you with an intensity that feels like a physical weight, her hand occasionally tightening when you hit the right depth. Her fingers still tugging your hair, pulling you in. Until she finds her release again, a sharp shudder wracking her frame as she marks you one more time.

"Clean," she murmurs, her voice returning to that low, farm-steady rumble. She guides you to finish, her touch turning softer, more grounded.

Before the chill of the entryway can settle in, she’s lifting you. She carries you through the quiet house like you weigh nothing. She lays you down, but instead of joining you immediately, she hovers over you, her tongue tracing the lines of your body, tasting the aftermath of the entryway. She works with a slow, agonizing patience now, licking and nipping at your thighs until your breath hitches into a sob, driving you toward a second, softer peak that leaves you shaking.

Only then does she move back over you. This time, there’s no frantic rush. It’s deep, slow, and deliberate. She watches your face as she slides home, her expression softening into something devastatingly tender. As the friction builds, her body begins to change, the base of her thickening, locking the two of you together.

Her knot anchors you to her, a physical manifestation of the bond you’ve shared for three years on this land. You wrap your legs around her waist, pulling her as close as humanly possible, drifting off into the hazy, warm afterglow of the tie.

Much later, after the shower has washed away the salt and the mud, the house is truly still.

The window is cracked just a sliver, letting in the smell of wet earth and night air. Natasha is sitting up against the headboard, her chest bare. You’re tucked firmly against her side, your head resting on the steady, slow beat of her heart.

She reaches for the nightstand, sparking a match. The flare of orange light illuminates the sharp line of her jaw before she settles back, the familiar, herbal scent of her hand-rolled tobacco drifting through the room. She takes a long drag, the smoke curling toward the ceiling, and then exhales, the last of the day's tension finally leaving her shoulders.

Her arm tightens around you, pulling you impossibly closer. She doesn't apologize for the roughness—you both know it was the only way she knew how to process the terror of the storm. She just kisses the top of your head, her hand resting heavy and protective over your hip.

“Thank you for saving her. I know you didn’t have bad intentions going into the storm like that… I only—”

“I know,” you say softly, looking up at her, your face scrunching slightly as a stray puff of smoke drifts between you. The moment earns the faintest quirk at the corner of her lips despite herself.

But it doesn’t last.

Her expression shifts again—softening, then steadying, like she’s choosing something she needs to say more than anything else. She closes the distance and kisses you, slower this time, less fire and more certainty.

When she pulls back just enough to speak, her voice is quiet against your mouth. She murmurs, “I love you, and I can’t imagine a world without you.”

You exhale, your forehead almost brushing hers again.

“I love you more,” you answer softly. “And I’ll never put myself in danger like that… so long as you will too.”

“I left way earlier and would’ve been back in time,” she starts, exhaling as she pulls back just slightly, “and I have my truck. If not for—”

“Yeah, yeah,” you cut in gently, a faint, tired amusement in your voice.

That earns you a look.

Not sharp this time—just familiar. A little exasperated, a little fond.

She huffs under her breath, shaking her head as if to let the argument go where it belongs. Her hand, still warm against you, loosens its grip but doesn’t let go completely.

“You’re impossible,” she mutters.

“You started it,” you reply.

A beat.

Then her mouth twitches again, that same reluctant softness breaking through the last of her frustration. She leans in, pressing a quieter kiss to your temple this time—slower, steadier, like she’s grounding herself more than anything.

Until now.

She dismissed the last villager from her office with a nod so tight it might’ve cracked her neck. The heavy wooden door closed with a deep, echoing thud. And then, silence. Not peace. Not calm. Just pressure.

You were already half-smiling, already drawing breath for some careless remark—until you saw her expression.

She walked around the desk slowly, not like someone approaching an enemy, but like someone approaching prey. Her boots clicked softly against the worn floorboards. Her hands were at her sides, loose, steady, terrifying in their stillness.

You didn’t move.

She stopped just in front of you, close enough to touch, close enough to kiss—though you weren’t about to try either. Her eyes held yours, sharp and quiet. And when she finally spoke, her voice was low, rough, and dangerously calm.

“You’ve been playing long enough.”

Your breath caught. There was no space to run. No smart thing to say. Not anymore.

Her hand came up—not to strike, not to caress—but to tilt your chin, to force your gaze higher, to make you look at her fully. And you did, heat crawling up your spine like guilt. Or something worse.

“You want to test my patience?” she murmured, stepping closer until her body brushed yours. “Good. Now you’ll see what happens when it runs out.”

You try to back away, but Natasha is too fast. In an instant, she has you pinned against the counter, her body pressing into yours from behind. One hand grips your hip possessively while the other tangles in your hair, tugging your head back to expose your neck.

"Did you really think you could provoke me without consequences?" Natasha growls, her hot breath washing over your skin.

Before you can respond, Natasha yanks your pants down and kicks your legs apart. She grinds her hips against your ass, letting you feel the hard, throbbing heat of her cock through her clothes. The friction sends shivers of pleasure racing through your body, but it's nothing compared to what's coming.

With a single, brutal thrust, Natasha enters you, stretching you wide around her thick shaft. The sudden intrusion steals the breath from your lungs, and you cry out, your fingers scrabbling for purchase on the slick surface of the counter. Natasha doesn't give you time to adjust, setting a punishing pace as she pounds into you from behind.

Each snap of her hips drives you forward, your body slamming against the hard edge of the counter. The pain is sharp and intense, but it's nothing compared to the overwhelming pleasure radiating out from where you're joined. Natasha's grip on your hair tightens, holding you in place as she claims you, branding you as hers.

You can feel your release building, coiling tighter and tighter in your core. Natasha knows just how to touch you, how to stroke and tease and drive you wild with need. She reaches around to fist your cock, pumping you in time with her thrusts, and it's too much. With a ragged cry, you come undone, your vision whiting out as ecstasy crashes over you in waves.

But even as you shudder and shake through the aftershocks, Natasha doesn't stop. She keeps fucking you, keeps pounding into your sensitive flesh, chasing her own release. Her rhythm becomes erratic, her grip on your hair painful as she loses herself in the heat and haze of pleasure.

With a final, brutal thrust, Natasha buries herself deep inside you and comes, flooding your insides with her thick, hot seed. The feel of it triggers something primal in you, and you let out a howl of pure, animalistic bliss as you're filled and claimed and marked as Natasha's mate.

As the last waves of pleasure ebb away, Natasha releases her grip on your hair and pulls out, leaving you feeling empty and used. But there's no mistaking the dark, dangerous glint in her gaze as she looks down at you, taking in the sight of your disheveled form and the evidence of your coupling leaking down your thighs.

"Never test me again," Natasha says, her voice low and lethal.

You shiver at the threat, knowing all too well the depths of Natasha's dominance and the lengths she'll go to assert her control. You nod meekly, your body still trembling from the intensity of your release and the weight of Natasha's warning.

"Good," Natasha says, a hint of satisfaction creeping into her tone. "Now clean yourself up. We have matters to attend to."

With that, she turns and strides away, leaving you to collect yourself and prepare for whatever challenges the future may bring. You know this is far from over - Natasha will always be watching, always ready to pounce if you step out of line. But for now, you're content to submit, to bend to her will and serve her every need.

After all, that's what you signed up for when you mated with an alpha like Natasha. And as much as it scares you, it also thrills you in ways you never imagined possible. So you take a deep breath, square your shoulders, and ready yourself for whatever comes next - knowing that with Natasha by your side, you can face anything.

But before she leaves, Natasha pauses and looks back at you, her expression softening just a fraction. She reaches out and cups your cheek, her thumb brushing gently over your lips. "I love you," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "Never doubt that."

Your heart swells at the rare display of tenderness, and you lean into her touch, savoring the warmth of her skin against yours. "I love you too," you breathe, your own voice thick with emotion. "Always."

Natasha's eyes flicker with something deep and primal at your words, and she leans in to capture your lips in a searing kiss. It's soft and slow, a stark contrast to the brutal passion of just moments before, but no less intense. You melt into her embrace, losing yourself in the feel of her mouth on yours, her tongue teasing and tasting and claiming you once again.

When she finally pulls away, you're both breathing hard, the heat between you still smoldering despite the gentleness of the moment. Natasha rests her forehead against yours, her eyes locked with yours as she takes a moment to simply breathe you in.

"I'll be back soon," she promises, her voice low and intimate. "And when I return, we'll pick up where we left off."

You shiver at the unspoken promise in her words, anticipation already coiling hot and heavy in your belly. "I'll be waiting," you whisper, stealing one last, sweet kiss before she turns and walks away.

The morning sun filters in through the crack in the curtains. You can feel as a breath tickles the back of your neck. Slowly you blink your eyes open. The arms wrapped around you tighten as you're pulled in closer. “Good morning dorogaya.” Nat’s morning voice deep with sleep whispers in your ear. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. 

“Mmm morning Natty.” You mumble your hands moving to Nat’s. Her hands caressing your pregnant belly. Since she found out that you’re pregnant with hers and Wanda’s pups she has been absolutely obsessed with your belly. None of you expected that after your first heat with the alphas that you would become pregnant. Nonetheless you’re all excited to grow the pack and your family. 

Wanda was sent on an early morning mission leaving just the two of you. So as you lay in bed, the closeness of your other alpha brings a calmness to the room. You look at the clock on the bedside table and see that it’s nearly 9am. “Shit.” You move to try and get out of Nat’s hold but her hold tightens on you. You need to get to the bakery. With the pups coming in the future you need to prepare some new staff for your impending leave. “Natty, I need to get up.” 

Nat’s hands caress your swollen stomach more as she nuzzles into your shoulder. “Oh come on detka stay in bed with me.” You feel her hands wandering more and can tell her desire is growing. She moves a hand to grope at your breasts and a breathy moan tumbles from your lips. “I know you want to stay mega.” She mumbles against your shoulder. 

“Natty, I really have to get ready.” Your words come out as a whine. Nat pinches your nipple between her fingers. You’re breathing quickens as you push back against her. You can already feel as her cock hardens. “I-I ha-have to train new me-mega’s.” You can’t help but stutter out. Her menstrations on your body make it hard to deny the alpha. 

The hand that once was on your stomach trails down slipping into the panties you are wearing. Nat’s fingers swiping at your folds. “Oh mega do you need your alpha? Hmm need my cock in your needy hole?” Nat grinds against your ass as her fingers slip between your folds. “Oh so wet for me.” You let out a whine as your resolve crumbles. 

“Please Natty, I need you.” Nat smirks against the skin of your neck. She moves her hand back up to the waistband of your panties. She pushes them down around your thighs just giving her enough access before pushing her boxers down. Her hardened cock slapping against your ass. You grind back against her causing a moan to fall from the alpha’s lips. 

Nat lifts your leg slightly as she lines herself up with your entrance. She slowly pushes in until she is fully sheathed inside of you,  both of you letting out a groan. “Fuck still so tight mega. Perfect for my cock.” You push back grinding against her eliciting a moan from the alpha. She starts to slowly thrust her cock in and out as you push back to meet her thrust. Her hands start to wander your body lifting up the large shirt you slept in. Her hands cupping your perk breast in her hands. Fingers pinching your pebbled peaks. Moans tumbling from your lips. 

As Nat thrust her hips into yours, both of your moans fill the room. You can feel as her knot begins to form slamming against your entrance with every thrust. Every thrust angled perfectly to hit that spot deep inside of you. “Mm-Mmm fuck. Fe-Feels so good.” You stutter out. Nat lazily places kisses on your shoulder and neck. One of your hands moving behind you and gripping onto Nat’s ass. 

“So beautiful carrying our pups. Most perfect omega for your alphas.” Nat pants behind you as both of your orgasms grow. Her knot desperate to slip in and fill you. Your walls clamping around her length just as desperate to be filled. “Gonna fill you up detka. Having you leaking my seed all day.” Nat mumbles her thrust sloppy. 

With a few more thrust Nat’s knot slips in a loud moan ripped from your throat. Your orgasm crashing over you as white hot spurts of cum paint your walls. Your walls are suffocating her cock and milking her dry. Your nails dig into her ass causing her to moan against the skin of your neck as your juices coat her cock. “So good for me.” Nat mumbles grinding against you to prolong both of your orgasms. “Good girl.” 

You're both panting as Nat comes to a stop. Locked together until her knot goes down. Her hands glide back down to caress your stomach. You move to lace your fingers with hers content on your current position. “Fuck that was so good.” You're still breathing heavily as you press back into her wanting to be closer. 

Nat chuckles at you. “Just a little bit ago you wanted to get out of bed.” She teases and you sigh. 

“Sadly I still have to go to Natty. I don’t have a whole lot of time before the twins come.” You counter. You don’t want to leave this bed but you know you have to. You have too much to do before the pups come. 

When Nat’s knot finally goes down you let her slip out of you as you crawl out of bed. Your panties are still around your tights. You go to take them off but Nat clicks her tongue causing you to stop. You look at her with curiosity. “Put them back on detka.” Her voice is low as she watches you hesitate.

“Natty, I need to go clean up before work.” Your words almost come out a whine as you question what the alpha could want. But of course Nat has a thought. One that you might not be so fond of. 

Nat gets up stalking closer to you, she towers over you as you look up to her. She grabs your hips and pulls you closer. You can feel her cum is leaking out of you. “Mega pull up your panties.” You don’t argue as you do what she says. “I want you to feel as my cum leaks out of you for the rest of the day. The way it’s kept right there making you all needy for me when you get home.” 

You let out a whine. “But Natty. What if others can smell it.”

Nat shushes you as she sees the desperation in your eyes. “Good.” She growls. “That lets them all know that you are mine.” You feel a shiver down your spine at her possessiveness but it’s so hot. You nod and pull them all the way up, looking up at her for approval. “Good girl.”

You go and get ready for the rest of your day. You know it is going to be long but it’s what needs to be done. You come into the kitchen where Nat has coffee in her hand and a lunch packed for you on the counter. You smile at the gesture. “Will Wands be home tonight?” You ask.

“She should be home in a couple of hours detka.” Nat rounds the counter and comes over to you, mug still in hand. She leans down kissing you cheek. “Have a good day.” Her voice gets low and sultry as a shiver runs up your spine. She smirks seeing the reaction. “You smell devine mega.” 

Your feet and body ache as you make your way in the door. Dropping your bags vowing to pick them up later. You close your eyes as you take some deep breaths. “Welcome home malyshka.” Wanda’s voice fills your ears. Your eyes snap open, spotting your other alpha walking towards you with a smirk on her face. That can’t be good, you think to yourself. Especially when you’re normally greeted with a wide smile. She makes it to you, wrapping her arms around your waist. “How are you feeling sweetheart?” One of her hands moves to caress your stomach. “How are the pups?” 

A wide smile spreads across your face. “We are all good.”

Wanda nods. “That’s good malyshka.” You lean into her embrace feeling all the tension in your body melting away. You bury your face in the crook of her neck, and she kisses the top of your head. “You smell delicious mega.” She mumbles. You pull away a shocked look on your face. “Natty told me all about your morning together. Bedroom now sweet girl. It’s my turn now.” You nod and make your way quickly to the bedroom. 

You swing the door open but the sight in front of you has you frozen in your tracks. Nat sits in a chair in the middle of the room facing the bed. Her body is naked and tied down to the chair. Ropes wrapped around her arms and legs keeping them flush against the chair. Her boxers from this morning is being used as a gag and her cock painfully hard leaking precum. Her cheeks are tear stained as her eyes meet yours. 

Wanda comes up behind you placing her hands on your hips. She slowly walks the both of you into the room and kicks the door shut. “Like what you see detka?” Wanda whispers in your ear. You nod feeling heat pull in your lower abdomen. “Natty’s poor little mind showed how desperate she was for you mega. How she made our sweet girl late for work.” She hums in your ear. Her hand traveling down and slipping into your pants and then your panties. Her fingers explore you as you gasp. “Our poor omega. Natty left you just leaking all day long. Making sure that you were all desperate for her cock again. Let's show our alpha what being desperate really is like. Hmm sweet girl, how does that sound?” She turns you around kissing you harshly. You can’t help but moan into her mouth which she gladly swallows. “You’re going to ride me.” She mumbles against your lips as you feel the cold air on your heated skin. Your nipples pebbling to harden peaks from the unexpected cold air. You can see as the red dissipates around you, knowing that Wanda used her magic. 

Wanda pulls away walking to the bed. She positions herself in the middle, arms spread out with a cocky smirk on her face. Her cock standing tall and proud, precum leaking down from her tip. She beckons you over which you hastily move to. Climbing on the best you start to position yourself facing her. She clicks her tongue. “Face Natasha detka. You’re going to put on a show.” 

You nod. “Yes Wands.” You murmur as you turn around locking eyes with Nat. You can see her hips twitch watching you. Your naked form makes her inner alpha go wild, desperate to get ahold of you.  Wanda’s hands go to your hips and helps line you up to her cock. You slowly sink down on her. Your wetness combines with Nat’s cum making it easy for Wanda to slide in. “F-Fuck.” You gasp when your ass meets her thighs. 

Though Wanda is normally able to maintain control it already starts to falter. The way your walls squeeze her tight, Nat’s desperate tear stained face looking onto the scene. How her hips slightly jerks, desperate for some relief. Wanda can’t contain herself as she starts pulling you up before pulling you back down on her cock. She thrust up to meet you. 

You start to help bounce yourself on Wanda’s cock. Breathy moans escaping your lips as she fills you perfectly. Your desperation being sated as your alpha fills you. “Look at that Natty, our omega bouncing on my cock. She’s so desperate to be filled by me.” Her fingers dig into your hips. Nat starts to hump the air looking for some kind of friction, some relief. But she doesn’t find any as her eyes are trained on you. The way your breast bounce with every thrust of Wanda’s hips. How you look so beautiful with your swollen belly, pregnant with their pups. You can see the desperation in her eyes. “Detka, look how pathetic and desperate your alpha is. Her poor cock just wanting to fill you up but instead she gets to try and fuck the air while you ride my sweet cock.”

Your head falls back on Wanda’s shoulder as she thrusts up faster into you. She kisses and sucks reddish purple marks on your skin. Her fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. “F-Fuck Wands so-so good.” You stutter out. The faster you bounce the harder Wanda thrust up into you. You’re already so close to cumming and Wanda’s knot hasn’t even formed yet. “Pl-Please.” 

“Aww poor omega are you already ready to cum. Hmm you want to show Natty how good I fuck you.” You frantically nod at Wanda’s words. “Go on malyshka cum all over my cock.” With another thrust Wanda hits perfectly inside of you sending you over the edge. You cum coating her cock as your walls squeeze her. Your mouth opens in a silent moan and your legs tremble. But Wanda doesn’t stop there, her thrust never faltering, riding you through your first orgasm and pushing you towards another. 

Wanda’s knot finally starts to form from the way your walls suffocate her cock. The only sounds leaving your lips now are whimpers and moans. She is sending you quickly to another orgasm. “Detka look at Natty.” Wanda commands you. You snap your head back up. Your eyes raking over the form of your other alpha. You don’t know how but her cock looks even harder than before. The tip red and precum leaking all the way down her shaft. She continues humping the air wishing that you were on her cock. The tears of desperation are still falling. “Poor little Natty.” Wanda mumbles. 

You gasp as a particularly hard thrust from Wanda. Nat watching how Wanda’s cock disappears into you. How her knot is growing and slamming against your entrance. Your legs tremble on either side of Wanda’s. You're both so close. 

With another hard thrust Wanda’s knot slips into place. Your walls sucking her in as a low moan escaped her lips. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, take it. Take all my cum mega.” She ruts up into you and sends you over the edge. You cry out as your legs tremble and you cum harder than you think you ever have. Your walls desperately sucking Wanda in and milking her. You grind down as you ride out your high before slumping back into her. She wraps her arms around you and nuzzles your neck. “Good girl.” Wanda mumbles as you both pant hard. You close your eyes, relishing in the moment as you wait for Wanda’s knot to go down. 

What you don’t realize is that Wanda has released Nat from her confines; a silent conversation having happened as you try and recover. Nat stalks towards the bed, your eyes snapping open when you feel the bed dip. Your eyes meeting the desperate alpha. Wanda hooks her legs around yours keeping you spread open. Confusion crosses your face until Nat lays down between your legs. You let out a whine. “Sensitive.” But neither alpha listens. They know that if anything becomes too much that you have a safe word. 

Nat’s lips wrap around your clit and sucks harshley. You try to close your legs but Wanda uses her to keep them open. You then try to reach down and push Nat away and once again Wanda stops you. You whine out as Nat’s teeth scrape against your bundle of nerves. “Shhh detka let Natty have a turn she was so good. Can you do that for me?” Wanda’s tone is sweet. 

Nat swirls her tongue around causing you to buck your hips into her face. The pleasure bordering on pain. Wanda’s knot is still locking you together but that doesn’t stop the alpha. Nat moves her tongue down. Licking up your combined juices that escape. Her tongue starts to swirl around your entrance where you and Wanda are combined. The feeling makes you squirm. 

But then Nat does something you didn’t expect. She starts to push her tongue in beside Wanda’s cock. The feeling becomes overwhelming the more she pushes in. You whine as you're somehow able to release one of your hands from Wanda and grip Natasha’s hair. She lets out a moan as you tug, a burning sensation spreads throughout her scalp, but she doesn’t stop pushing her tongue in, the taste of your combined cum has her acting like a starved woman.

You tug her hair harder as you moan loudly. Wanda lets your other hand go as her hands find a place on your breast. She massages them and tweaks your nipples between her fingers. Nat’s hips move against the bed as she tries to get herself off. The friction of the bed and hearing your moans has her on the edge. Her knot growing despite not being inside of you. 

Though you're overstimulated you continue to grind into Nat’s face. The both of you are growing close to your release. Nat moans as her hips stutter against the bed. The vibrations send a shock of pleasure through you. Her nose presses perfectly against your clit. With a hard push of her tongue inside of you, your orgasm washes over you. You pull harshly at Nat's hair as your whole body trembles. An even more powerful orgasm shoots through you than before. “Ah-Ahhh.” You cry out your head falling back on Wanda’s shoulder. Your walls pulsing around Wanda’s length. The way your walls squeeze her knot has a few extra ropes of cum coating your insides, an unexpected orgasm for the alpha. Nat feeling you and Wanda cum against her lips has her cumming against the bed. Her hips grinding into the mattress with overwhelming pleasure. 

Nat still continues trying to lick you clean as you come down from your high. The pleasure now morphing into pain has you pushing her head away. This time she lets you, leaning her head against your still shaking thigh. She places kisses on the soft flesh. You’re panting harder than before, your body feeling absolutely exhausted. 

“Are you both okay?” Wanda asks behind you. One hand gently caressing your stomach the other running her fingers through Nat’s hair soothing her scalp. You let out a hmm along with Nat. “Are you sure? I didn’t take it too far?” You can hear the concern in Wanda’s voice.

You turn your head and kiss Wanda’s cheek. “I’m okay. Albeit a little sore.” You nuzzle her cheek letting her know that everything is fine. That you’re fine. 

“Never better.” Nat takes Wanda’s hand in hers and gently kisses it. “That was pretty hot.” Nat’s words has you all laughing. The room grows silent as you all calm down, waiting to finally be able to move again when Wanda’s knot goes down. Nat staying between your legs, her head on your thigh keeping you grounded to both women. 

When Wanda’s knot finally goes down she lets herself slip out of your abused hole. Both women are mesmerized as your combined cums leak out. It takes everything in them not to fill you up again but they know they need to let you rest. 

   “Each other actually” her younger sister tells her

   Natashas eyes widened. It’s not that she didn’t approve of two Omegas being together, that wasn’t the case at all, as far as she was concerned people deserved to be with who they loved no matter their bearing. She just didn’t expect this, her jealousy for the non existent Alpha definitely clouded her spy senses in this instance because even though she, and she alone noticed the marks you both tried to cover due to her eyes constantly being on both of you, she couldn't figure out you were doing it to the other.

   She just couldn’t see it, far too busy watching any other Alpha that came near you both with an angry glare and a longing for her to be the one touching you both. She realized if she didn’t make a move she had no right to be protective or jealous, but the truth was that the Alpha has wanted you both almost as long as she's known you. But she didn’t want to make a move while Wanda was grieving, and how does one make a move on two Omegas anyway. Then she noticed the bruises and bites beginning to show. She thought she was too late, that she waited too long.

   “You're not messing with me? There's really not an Alpha?” the Alpha questions, afraid to get her hopes up that she still has a chance

   The other Alpha shakes her head, “I wouldn't joke around or lie to you about something that involves your heart sestra(sister).”

   Nat smiles then, a genuine smile that reaches her eyes and Yelena finds herself smiling as well. She hasn’t seen her sister smile like that since you and Wanda joined the team, and before that the last time was when they were pups on that mission in Ohio.

   “Then I have to tell them. I can’t waste anymore time, even if I’m not the Alpha they want, I need them to know my feelings.” she says 

   “Well uh, just hang on. Because I didn’t actually talk to them. I just caught them, and I kind of told them that I wouldn’t tell anyone about what I saw, so…”

   “And what exactly did you see?” Natasha asks, jealousy in her tone

  Yelena chuckles, “Relax, it’s not like I meant to. I just went to talk to them and well, as soon as Y/n opened the door the scent was… well, it was very apparent they had just finished mating.”

   Nat was torn between being concerned for the two of you getting caught by Steve, Bruce or Dr. Strange, and longing to know what your scents and noises were like when you were together. 

   The blonde clears her throat, gaining her sister's attention again, “My point is, how are you going to ask to be with them both if you aren’t supposed to know they're together?”

   Her brows furrow, “Does it matter if you told me when you know I want them? It’s not like I’m going to tell the others or punish them. I want to ask them to be mine.”

   Yelena thinks over her sisters words for a moment, “True, but I don’t want to seem like a liar. I don’t want them to lose trust in me.”

   “I’m sure if I explained the situation they wouldn't be upset about anything.” Nat says, hopeful that her sister will just agree so she can go find the two of you

   The younger of the two sighs, “Khorosho, prodolzhay (Fine, go on).”

   The redhead practically jumps off her bed, making her way to her bedroom door. She quickly turns to look at her sister, “Wait, do I look ok?”

   Yelena groans, “Oh for the love of- they've seen you covered in sweat, dirt, mud, blood, and alien blood and you're worried about how you look?” She blushes slightly but nods her head, Yelena rubs her forehead and looks at her sister. The Alpha is wearing some jeans, a long sleeve olive green shirt and has her long hair done in a braid. “You look perfectly fine Natasha.”

   She smiles again before finally opening her door and heading down the hallway towards Wandas room. It takes everything in her not to run there. Once she arrives she takes a deep breath before knocking on the door. 

   Wanda groans as the two of you cuddle in her nest, “Now what.” she grumbles

   You chuckle while sitting up, bringing her with you, “Better see who it is Wan.” 

  She reluctantly gets up and opens the door, “Oh, hi Natasha.” She tries to not appear nervous at the appearance of the sister of the Alpha that was here mere minutes ago, but the way she spins her rings gives her away.

  “Hey Wanda. Mind if I come in to talk?” she asks, eyes not leaving the Omegas.

   Wanda tries to think of a way to politely decline, afterall you're still in her nest and the room definitely still has hints of her scent from earlier. The Alpha can see the hesitation on her face and decides to help ease her.

   “It’s ok, I know who’s in there and what happened.” she tells the Omega

   Wanda, torn between being embarrassed, happy, and worried that the attractive Alpha in front of her knew this about the two of you, blushes and has to clear her throat before replying, “S-sure, come on in.”

   You look up to see Wanda open the door for- oh god its Natasha. You quickly fumble to get out of the other Omegas nest, “Relax Y/n, you can stay there if you want.” the redhead says and for a split second you forget how to breathe. Though you aren't sure if that was due to being worried or excited that she seemed to know about you and Wanda.

   Wanda, seeing the slight panic on your face, rejoins you in the nest. She holds your hand before addressing the Alpha, “Did Yelena send you to talk with us?” she asks, slightly saddened that the blonde told another Alpha despite promising not to

   “No, she didn’t send me here but she did tell me because I actually sent her here earlier.” she admits.  You both look at her in confusion as she takes a seat on Wandas desk chair.

   “Really, why?” you ask

   The Alpha suddenly looks nervous, “Over the last few months I’ve noticed that the two of you have had a lot of bruises, scratches and such. It made me think an Alpha was trying to make you both theirs. I didn’t like that idea, it made me jealous because I only noticed these things due to my inability to take my eyes off either of you. I’m always thinking about you both. What it would be like to hold your hands, to cuddle with you, to scent you, to wake up next to you both in the mornings, to be able to call you mine.” she admits

    You give Wanda a smile and she nods her head before looking back at Nat, “Don’t wait any longer then, make us yours Tasha.”

    Her eyes sparkle as she smiles at the nickname. She stands and makes her way over to Wandas nest. She gently grabs you both by your chins, lifting your faces to look at hers. She stares at both of you lovingly for a few seconds before her lips crash into Wandas. The kiss starts out soft but quickly gets heated and you're left there to watch, anticipation building to feel the Alphas lips on yours. 

   Eventually they break apart and Natashas lips meet yours, you quickly let her dominate the kiss by opening your mouth to her and she gladly deepens the kiss. 

When she pulls back you can see how dilated her eyes are, and you notice the bulge in her pants. Wanda sees it too and both of you are practically begging for the Alpha. She can see the want in both sets of eyes that look at her, it makes her heart race.

   “Please Alpha, we want you.” you finally cave, begging verbally now. 

   You and the other Omega eagerly begin to undress each other for Natasha, you toss each others shirts across the room in your excitement. The scent of your arousal mixes with Wandas in the air and the Alpha can barely contain herself, but she does. Slowly she settles between you both in the nest, Wanda straddles her lap and a smirk graces your features. Nat looks at you to make sure you're ok with this and you nod, eager to see them together as you help the Alpha learn all of Wandas sensitive spots.

   Natashas hands caress Wandas sides as she makes her way to unclasp the Omegas bra. Wanda lets it fall from her chest, Nat gently touches her breasts and when she notices the nipples harden her touch becomes firmer and she gently squeezes. Wanda moans and grinds down on the Alpha who grunts upon feeling the Omegas ass rub against her clothed hard cock.

   You lean into the Alpha, your hands slipping under her shirt. Your nails rake across her abbs, her head falls back as she lets out a moan of her own. You and Wanda take advantage of this position and begin to kiss and gently suck on Nats neck. Her breathing quickens and you know she's desperate to have you both. 

   Your gaze moves to Wanda, “Pants off for our Alpha, printsessa(princess).”

   Wanda quickly stands to obey, and the Alpha can feel a warmth in her chest from you calling her ‘our Alpha’. She watches Wanda strip the rest of the way and can feel her cock throb in her pants. Wanda slowly crawls back into the nest and Natashas eyes look over to you. You smile as your hands reach for her jeans, she sighs as you undo them. She lifts her hips and you easily slide her pants and underwear off of her.

   You can feel your slick pool between your legs as you take in the sight of the Alphas large cock. You watch as Wanda clenches her thighs together, likely feeling the same as you and Nat smirks as she sees both of your reactions. Wanda gently tugs on the Alphas shirt and she gets the hint, she quickly removes it. You and Wanda each reach a hand behind her back unclasping her bra.

   She sits there a moment letting the two of you take in her body before the waiting becomes too much for her, “Come here dorogoy(sweetheart)” she says, gesturing for Wanda.

   The Omega listens and straddles the Alphas lap once more, she hovers just above Nats cock. It takes a lot of the Alphas focus to not just thrust up into her, instead she takes two of her fingers and slips them through Wandas slick soaked lips. Wanda whimpers at the feeling and she watches as the Alpha sucks her fingers clean. 

   “You're ready for me, aren’t you dorogoy(sweetheart)?” she asks

   Wanda nods her head, “Yes Tasha”

   Natasha grabs the Omegas hips and gently lowers her until she feels herself slip inside. They both moan and Nat finds she can’t hold back anymore. Her arms encircle Wanda and she effortlessly flips them over. Now on top she thrusts herself  in and out of Wanda at a faster pace. The Omega moans in pleasure and reaches a hand out for you.

   You let her pull you closer, the Alpha watches as your lips pepper kisses and suck marks into Wandas collarbone. Upon seeing how much the Omega likes that spot Nat joins you. Wanda gasps and pants at the attention she's getting from you both, she whimpers and moans as Natashas cock pounds into her. She knows she won’t last much longer. You pull back, letting them have their moment.

    She cups the Alphas face, “Knot me, claim me, please.”

    Nat groans at hearing this and quickly kisses her tenderly, she quickens her thrusting and as Wandas walls begin to squeeze her she can feel her knot grow. It slams against the Omega a few times before she's able to slip inside. They both moan as the Alpha locks into place, Wanda can feel herself being filled with Natashas cum and she trembles as her orgasm washes over her. 

   The Alpha bites into one of Wandas scent gland and cleans her mark before pulling away, “Mine” she says

   Wanda could cry she's so happy, instead she pulls Nat closer, sinking her teeth into her one scent gland, “My Alpha, my mate” she says before cleaning the mark.

   While they're joined for the next few minutes your one hand caresses the Omegas cheek as the other runs up and down the Alphas back. Wanda purrs at the affection and Natasha hums as she enjoys having you both so close. 

   After her knot deflates Nat is slow to pull out of Wanda, not wanting any of her seed to spill. Wanda whines at the emptiness she now feels, the Alpha kisses her tenderly to offer comfort.

   Your whine quickly brings her attention to you however. You sit there with your thighs clenched drenched in your own slick, you enjoyed watching them be together but you desperately want the Alpha to take you and claim you too. Wanda smiles as she watches the way Nat looks at you, it's the same way she looks at you.

   Natasha crawls off of Wanda and over to you. She brings a hand up to your face and runs her thumb across your cheek. You lean into her touch, craving more. Her hands move to your bra clasp and she quickly rids you of it, then she tugs at the waistband of your pants.

   “Take these off for me medovyy(honey)” she tells you. You purr at the nickname.

   You gladly obey, you practically jump from the nest to finish undressing. You can feel Two pairs of eyes on you as you do so and you smile. You quickly rejoin them in the nest. The Alphas hands caress your sides as she guides you to lay down. She gently spreads your legs apart and slots herself between them. She practically moans at the amount of slick you've produced. 

   “Look how wet you are medovyy(honey). You liked watching me fuck Wanda, didnt you?” she asks with a smirk on her face.

   You nod, “Yes Tasha.” you reply, the nickname Wanda used earlier slipping from your lips.

   She smiles, lining herself up with your pussy. She slowly pushes into you and you moan at feeling her stretch you. She grabs your hips and begins thrusting in and out of you. Wandas hands cup your breasts and you can’t stop the whimpers and gasps that leave you as Nat continues her thrusts. You can feel a heat rush to your core as they both give you attention.

   As Wanda begins to kiss and suck at your neck your legs wrap around the Alpha, bringing her closer and deeper into you. She grunts in response, she loves how well you both take her. She leans down and plants a heated kiss to your lips, you moan into it as her thrusts become faster.

    Wanda knows you're close. She pulls away from you, giving you and Natasha your moment just as you had done with her. Your walls start to start to squeeze the Alpha and she moans at the feeling, her knot grows and you can feel it gently push at your entrance.

   Her eyes meet yours, silently asking if she can knot you as well, “Please Alpha, I want your knot.” you answer

   She smiles as her knot slips into you and locks into place. Your legs tremble as you both cum together, her seed practically pours into you and you moan at how full you feel of your Alpha. 

   She nuzzles your neck before biting into one of your scent glands, she quickly cleans her mark, “Mine.” she says

   You smile before sinking your teeth into her other scent gland, you clean it before pulling away, “My Alpha.”

   You stay together for a few minutes just as she and Wanda had, and just like you had the Omega caresses your cheek and Nats back. Eventually the Alpha slowly pulls out from you as well and lays back into the nest.

   She looks at you and Wanda, “Come her moi devochki(my girls), come cuddle with your Alpha.”

   You each snuggle into her sides, you and Wanda hold each others hands and Natasha runs a hand through Wandas hair, her other running through your hair. You both purr at her affection. 

   Suddenly the Alpha can feel tears from both her Omegas hitting her skin. She panics briefly, worried that somethings wrong or that she's done something wrong.

  “My Omegas, what's wrong?” she asks as she gently guides your faces to look at hers

   Wanda shakes her head, “Nothings wrong Alpha, we’re just really happy.”

   “We’ve wondered what it would be like to have an Alpha for a while now, but until we met you we never wanted a specific Alpha.” you add

   “We were worried you wouldn't accept us loving each other or that you'd only want one of us if you even wanted either of us at all.” Wanda adds

   Natasha looks at you both, her hands cup your and Wandas cheeks, “Moi devochki(my girls), I have wanted you both since I first laid eyes on you. I knew I wouldn’t be happy without having you both by my side, I knew you were the Omegas meant for me. You have no idea how happy it makes me now to be able to call you mine.” she admits a few tears of her own escaping

   Wanda leans in and kisses your Alpha who eagerly returns the kiss, they break apart and rest their foreheads together. 

   “I love you Tasha.” the Omega says 

   Nats smile is huge, “I love you too Wanda” 

   They pull apart from each other and you take Wandas place on Nats lips.

   Your smile matches your Alphas, “I love you Tasha”

   “I love you too Y/n.” she says as she pulls you and Wanda back into her sides. “And I know you two love each other too, so I want you to be able to bond. Don’t worry about anyone's reactions to it ok? I promise I’ll make sure no one lays a hand on either of you, and I’ll be damned if anyone could take either of you away from me. I’ll keep you both safe.”

   Wanda looks at you excitedly as you look up at your Alpha, “You really mean that? You’d let us mark each other?”

   “Of course I would, we’re all each others mates afterall.” she answers

   Wanda suges forward capturing you lips with her own, Nat chuckles as she watches you struggle to keep up with the intensity of the kiss.

   “I want you now printsessa(princess), please.” you beg as she pulls away from you.

   She nods eagerly, “I want you too detka(baby), can’t wait to make you mine.”

   You lay back for her, Natasha watches as she crawls over to you. One hand teases a nipple as her other makes its way through your folds, you’ve already produced enough slick that she easily slips two fingers inside you. You moan and grind your hips into her hand.

   “Please printsessa(princess), I need more” you say

   She complies by slipping a third finger into you, she pumps them in and out of you at a faster pace. Nat brings her hand to Your neck, her thumb brushes against the scent gland she marked and you can barely contain yourself. Your walls tighten around her fingers and she knows you’re close, she brings her thumb to circle your clit and your orgasm quickly washes over you.

   she leans down and bites into your unmarked scent gland, the pure happiness you both feel as she marks you is indescribable. She's waited so long and was never sure she’d be able to do it. She pulls away after cleaning her mark and smiles at you, “You're my Omega Y/n, just like you always said I would be.”

   You smile before bringing her closer, you bite into her unmarked scent gland. You clean it before letting her go, “And you're my Omega.”

   The two of you rest your foreheads together as you both shed more tears of happiness, Your Alpha quietly and fondly watches you both enjoy this moment and she's so happy she was able to let you both have this. You both deserved to be able to bond with the other. The love you shared was so pure and wholesome, it should've been illegal to keep the two of you apart.

   The two of you pull apart and find yourselves being scooped into your Alphas hold, she pulls you close to her before she lays back, relaxing once more. You and Wanda settle into her sides again as you both purr. The Alpha enjoys hearing you both, she soaks up the sound as the three of you drift off to sleep.

——

Natasha felt horrible about it, but she hadn't much choice as she delved into your dirty clothes and pulled out a pair of your panties. There was a fresh pair on top still damp with your juices, and the moment she touched it to her nose she was already taking her sweats off.

Natasha clambered into your nest, it was your sacred place, but she'd always been welcome. Her body instantly calmed, her sore muscles melted into the blankets, but her erect cock only grew impossibly harder. Pre-cum coated her tip in a sizable quantity, and with your slicked panties to her face she got herself off.

When you entered the apartment three hours later a similar occurrence happened to you. The piney smell of your lover permeated your nostrils, and your body shivered with glee. You'd missed her terribly, all you wanted was to cuddle her, but as you rushed to the room you realized that wasn't first on the agenda.

There you found her laid out in your nest with a blissful fucked out expression, you felt your entire body tremble as a gush of wetness soaked through your panties instantaneously.

"Fuck," you groaned as you gripped onto the railing of the bed, you did your best to suppress a whine, but you fear she heard it. It wasn't clear though if it was your scent, noises, or overall presence that awoke the beast that was your wife, but you hadn't much time to ponder it before she was on her feet pouncing on you.

"Oh malysh," Natasha coos, strong hands grip your hips, pulling your backside against her prominent bulge as she nuzzles against your neck. "Mmm, my sweetest girl," she dizzily muttered, your fruity scent overwhelmed her and her hips begin moving of their own accord as she humped her restricted cock against you.

"Oh detka, I missed you so much, please, let daddy fuck that pretty little pussy, I'm not beneath begging, let me fill you up my Omega. I'll finally get you pregnant with our pups."

A tense silence befell the room for less than ten seconds as your desperate lover took a breath. Then Natasha groaned sensually, your arousal was no longer in question, she could smell you. If only she could see too, she'd see you were dripping through your panties, your thighs squeezing together was the final confirmation.

"Fuck, you need me just as bad, huh," she was teasing now, so you played along by pushing back into her abruptly, "That's right, look at you detka, become my brainless whore."

There was no reason to fight it, not only had you missed her touch, but the smell of her alone seemed to have sent you into a desperate heat; her cock was all that would satiate you.

"Please daddy, want to carry your pups so bad."

"Yeah?" She rutted into your backside a few more times, she was so desperate for release it wasn't even funny, her strong hands roughly felt you up over your clothes, your moans were bordering pornographic, and it was then that she just couldn't resist her urges anymore.

Natasha ripped your clothing off of your body with brute force, her husky grunts drove you so mad you could feel your pulse in your cunt.

The redhead gawked at the sight of your folds, glistening, and dripping your delectable juices onto the carpet, it was such a waste of goods.

Natasha spun you around and smashed her lips to yours in desperation as she lifted you with total ease, your fingers dug into her deliciously defined deltoids as she carried you over to the mattress, and just as soon as your heated body touched down she was kissing down your body on her way to your cunt for a taste, and boy did she seek to devour you whole. Natasha didn't stop after you came on her tongue, she kept going regardless of your trembling body, your last orgasm was so intense that you cried until the pillowcase was practically soaked through.

"Oh malysh, you're okay," Natasha kissed over your wetted cheeks, drops of your slick now smeared against your skin as your intoxicating essence that soaked your Alpha's flushed face transferred with each peck. Natasha slid her boxers down as her lips landed on yours, she ran her length through your drenched folds while maintaining the heady kiss. Your mind was absolutely spinning with dizzying arousal.

Once you began to thrust up Natasha knew it was time, so without another moment wasted she pressed her bulbous tip to your pulsing hole and slid right on in. Your abundance of slick was helpful, but there was still a sting of pain as her thick veiny cock stretched you out.

Natasha shushed your pained mewls with her tongue pressed against yours, she kissed you until you were breathless enough to need it to end, but even then you chased her lips. If there was one thing you'd never tire of it was her soft lips, whether they be on yours, or elsewhere.

Your Alpha knew her way around your body.

"Can I move moya lyubov'?" Natasha asked, you knew she needed to, the way she pulsed unendingly inside of you a dead giveaway, but she was too caring to give into her carnal urges, she would never do so until she had the clear go ahead from you—her precious Omega.

A huge sigh of relief left her lips to fan across your face as you gave her express permission, your desperation was clear, and hot as hell as you breathlessly begged her to destroy you.

"Don't you worry," she chuckled with a sensual rasp in her tone, "I already planned to detka."

Natasha pulled her cock out of you slowly, allowing the throbbing ridges of her shaft to drag over your tight walls. She watched the way your mouth fell open at the welcome sensation. The way she felt inside of you set your nerves off, and goosebumps bloomed in response.

Natasha grazed her teeth over your scent gland as she slammed entirely back into you, and when you screamed wantonly into her ear in direct response she harshly bit down, a fresh mark replacing the fading of her former one. The Alpha then lost all sense of control when you wildly fluttered around her, and there set in place the brutal pace that she picked up.

"Daddy, you feel so—mmm," you were nearing incoherent at this point as she fucked you dumb, a common occurrence for the redhead. Natasha knew just how to get you mindless, and it was usually now that she'd pull out, so she could prevent from impregnating you, but this time she meant her words. She was done postponing the inevitable, the idea of you no longer having to suppress yourself had the beginnings of her knot forming, "Oh fuck."

Too dizzy with arousal you didn't realize what was happening until you felt her knot securely slip into place, your eyes filled with fear, but all you could articulate was moans of pleasure. Natasha chose to kiss you tenderly, doing whatever she could to distract you as her cum released inside of you in massive loads.

Once her knot began to go down she pulled away slightly to survey your face, you wore a serene smile, but it was one that came with the furrowed brows of a worried Omega.

"Nat—," she kissed your lips to quiet your obvious concerns about how she hadn't pulled out, you wanted to carry her pups more than anything, she knew that you did, but with the crazy demands of Avenging for her it wasn't a justifiable choice for the both of you. While the both of you worked to regain your breaths she began to overload the room with her scent, doing her best to calm your trembling form.

"It's okay lyubov'," she smiled against your neck when she heard a deep purr rumbling from your chest, then as her warm tongue licked over your aching gland she felt your body slump into the bed, you were at peace.

The redhead had clearly forgotten to tell you, but this mission was her last, she was ready to settle down. To live the typical life with you, to start a family the same way Clint and Tony had with their respective wives; it was finally her turn. More importantly though she was tired of hurting you. Every time she left she had to watch your heart break through your glazed over eyes, and she couldn't do it anymore. Plus, the suppressants would soon have long lasting effects if she didn't remove the need for them.

"It's finally our time detka," she whispered the words you'd been desperate to hear for years, "Soon you'll be waddling around," your heart melted as your eyes fluttered open to see hers sparkling with unbridled happiness and love.

"Really?" Natasha nodded with a smile, "Then in due time this massive house will finally be filled with the soft pitter pattering of our pups."

Natasha groaned as you clenched around her, more of her seed spilled from her even though her knot had deflated majority of the way. The idea of carrying your Alpha's legacy made you feel so many things, but primarily you just felt aroused. Your heat was far from over, and with the way your lover began to rock her hips you knew it was the same for her, and her rut.

"How about we spend the night ensuring your seed sticks?" You proposed, and your wife met your teasing expression with a devilish smirk, "Oh, I had every intention of going all night long detka," she winked, and softly chuckled when your eyes widened with fear, or maybe it was delight, either way she knew you were on board as your arousal gushed around her cock.

"I'll never grow tired of spilling inside of you," her cocky smirk caused your body to heat up even more, and in a moment of compulsion you lurched up to remark her as well, your sharp teeth sunk into the skin of her neck and she twitched, "Oh fuck, now you've done it."

After about the sixth instance in which your lover knotted you, your body finally succumbed to a sex induced slumber. Natasha continued to thrust as best she could with the resistance your abused cunt offered, pushing her seed as deep into you as she could until the fatigue of the nights events finally caught up to her limbs.

"Goodnight lyubov'," she sloppily kissed your cheek before nuzzling into your neck as her body gently settled atop of yours, "I love you," she pressed another kiss to your mark, and she grew more sleepy as you purred deeply in your own slumber. "My perfect, beautiful Omega."

Nat will reclaim you just because she loves the bright red mark her teeth leave behind when she bites your neck. When that no longer satisfies her jealousy, she starts carving her name and other stuff onto your body.

Most crimes are committed as a duo because both of you get incredibly horny watching the other kill for you. It's so bad that you two end up fucking on a victim's bed and using their bathroom to shower at least 5 times before you even start the second trimester.

Though alphas traditionally do more scenting than omegas, Natasha refuses to go anywhere (be it a mission or a store) without having your scent on her because she'll absolutely flip if anyone even thinks about approaching her in an attempt to take your place as her wonderful omega

The two of you have a bit of an argument during your 3rd trimester because Natasha wants to keep you cooped up in the house while she's off doing all the jealousy murders and you can't stand it. Rather than reach a real solution, it's a screaming match that evolves into Nat fucking you until you're literally too tired to speak

Natasha's voice reaches your ears and you try, with even more force, to free yourself,

"Mommy? What are you doing?"

You whimper as Natasha's hand slips into your panties, stroking your lips with her cold, thin finger.

"Shh honey ... you don't want mum to hear us, do you?"

The redhead's free hand reaches your mouth and presses hard to stop you from screaming.

Your pussy gets drenched when her fingers skillfully curl up your clit, massaging it in a tortuously slow way.

"M-mommy, please ... no, this is wrong"

Despite her hand, your whimpers echo in the air as Natasha takes off your pajama bottoms. An amused smirk on her face.

"You'll like it so much, this beautiful virgin pussy ... I can't leave it to anyone else"

You realize something hard pressing between your legs and you immediately squirm, trying to pull away. Natasha won't let you, pushing all of her weight onto you and tearing your panties with her free hand.

Tears begin to gush from your cheeks as you repeatedly shake your head.

"No ... No, mommy, no please."

The sobs shake your body but Natasha smiles at you, bending over to kiss a tear away from your cheek before placing her cock against your entrance.

"It's okay baby, take a deep breath"

Before you can do anything, the girl pushes her big cock deep inside you. Your nails claw her back and your body arches as screams of pain escape from your lips. Remembering what it is like for the first time, the pain of the first stretch of the pussy makes you sobbing and you cry desperately in her arms.

"M-mommy it hurts ... that's enough, that's enough ... .i-it hurts a lot"

Natasha gets to the middle of her before fully pulling her cock out and finally focusing on you.

“Moya lyubov, it will be better, hold on. Mommy will take care of you "

Her hands hold you down as she pushes her cock all the way into you. A scream rips your throat and your eyes roll back as her thrusts become more and more brutal and faster.

"M-mommy stop ... jo, I c-can't-"

Her hand slides down your throat as she continues pounding you with her cock. Again and again.

Muffled verses come out of your throat as her hand tightens more and more, as the brutality of her thrusts increases.

"You're so tight ... so wet for Mommy"

She bends down to kiss you, biting your lip and savoring the blood that comes out of the wound she just caused you.

You gasp for air and Natasha just loosens her grip, just the minimum to get you back to breathing normally, without stopping for a moment.

Her balls slam into your ass, one push, two, three thrusts and the knot forms at the end of her cock.

You shake your head and your eyes open wide with tears.

"Mommy no, please, mommy ... you can't knot me, I can't take it ... mommy plea-NO!"

Natasha covers your mouth with her hand and turns you on your stomach before tucking her knot inside you. She humped your ass a couple of times, pushing with all of her weight to make the knot catch you with a loud "pop". Ropes of cum come out of her cock and she accompanies them into your lap with gentle thrusts while with another cry you come too.

Natasha lays both of you more comfortably on the small bed and you purr as she strokes your belly full of her semen.

"It was great"

Natasha whispers and you nod in agreement, not yet sure you will be able to speak after that experience. And to say that when Carol gave you the idea of ​​her role-playing game, you laughed in her face ...

Natasha barely moves, almost trying to pull her knot out of you but a groan of pain from you makes her stop.

The Russian giggles, resting her head on your shoulder as she gently strokes your belly.

"I can't wait for you to be pregnant, full of our kids"

Her hand slides down your stomach, quickly reaching your clitoris.

Your pussy tightens around her cock and more cum comes out of the knot with a chuckle from both of you two.

"Second round?"

"Sure mommy"

Buy me a coffee ☕️

So… I finally decided to post it. Have a great day