Moeka was practically pressed flat against the wall, helpless. Her physical strength was nowhere near Fumiko's level, and even if she used magic, that gap would remain. But in the first place, she never intended to resist. Her childhood friend had gone crazy, and she was about to as well.
How could she possibly find herself turned on in this situation?!
Moeka screamed in her head, but her body was obedient. Her arms completely relaxed into the Alpha's grasp, both wrists pinned. Her legs swayed, pushing her center toward the other woman's embrace. Before long, they were pressing their bodies closely against each other.
As the pheromones mingled deeper, both realized a truth—neither of them was in heat. The unique sense of rationality, even within moments of utter arousal, proved it. Which... only made sense since they had taken care of it just recently.
Moeka perked up at Fumiko, glaring as if protesting this injustice, ''...Are you serious now?'' She grumbled with a trembling voice, ''You're not even in heat.''
''I'm not.'' Fumiko flatly admitted, ''I'm doing this because I want to.''
''...!''
The Alpha's decisive declaration completely caught Moeka off guard. She began to stammer even in her own head as she frantically tried to digest the meaning of it all. And, as if reading those thoughts, Fumiko continued, ''Don't think about it too much. I'll take care of everything.''
Somehow, even coming from the unserious and lazy friend of hers, Moeka instinctively trusted those words. Inexplicably, she leaned further into Fumiko's arms, giving herself whole to the other person. Only then did she feel it—the sense of security and comfort she did not know she needed until now. It was a new world to Moeka, who used to rely solely on herself.
'This... isn't so bad...'
Before she could settle in this nest, Moeka was forced to look up. The hand that caught her chin was tense, almost bursting with the unrestrained desire of its owner. Fumiko could hardly hold herself back anymore when the little Omega had delivered herself voluntarily. One glance at her face, and everything became clear. Moeka also steeled herself for it.
''Nhn...!''
The Alpha closed in and greedily pressed her lips against the Omega's, almost sucking on them. The kiss was unlike their first, forceful to the point it edged on violence. Moeka was once again pushed back, her head tilting sharply under the pressure. Fumiko's presence, her lips, and her tongue all gripped her stubbornly, constantly pushing boundaries.
From it alone, Moeka's mind nearly went blank. And while she was kissed breathless, her vulnerable body's defenses were also being dismantled in real time. Fumiko's hand slid under her sweater, crawling up her abdomen to then reach her heaving chest. Reminiscence of how the ravenous Himeko played with them, Fumiko also bullied those peaks wantonly.
''Mhmph...! Mm...!''
The aroused Omega's body heat up by the second, becoming more and more sensitive. Between each sloppy kiss, she would gasp and quiver while tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, seeming exceptionally pitiful. Fumiko... absolutely loved that sight. Her eyes gleamed with a fierce light as she lifted the delicate woman into a princess carry. The destination—the lab's large sofa, which she often used to nap on.
Once Moeka was laid down on it, Fumiko encountered zero resistance as she stripped the Omega bare, leaving but a futile layer of underwear on her spotless body. Fumiko herself also pulled off her clothing to the same level, putting a little comfort on her partner's reserved state.
Moeka, despite cowering because of her exposed skin, did not attempt to hide or run away. Once she had accepted this fate... there was no turning back.
''You're stunning,'' Fumiko remarked, untying her hair, ''Almost makes me want to lock you up.''
That sentence, permeated with the Alpha's visceral carnal lust, caused Moeka's breath to hitch. A flash of that scene, a mere imagination, was enough to turn her into a mess.
'What's wrong with me...?!'
Yet, she did not have time to cry to herself once Fumiko pressed herself directly onto her. Naked flesh collided; the sensation of it felt more vivid than ever.
At first, a light kiss to ease the tension. Fumiko skillfully 'soothed' her partner in this way before continuing her attack. Her lips plucked on the Omega's melting face before moving down to her neck, leaving countless marks so bold as if to establish her territory. She kissed the collarbones, trailing her lips across Moeka's full chest, dancing on that divine softness. Every step of the way, the sweetness swarming her nose and mouth was chewing her up badly, even though she was the one on top.
''...''
But then... Fumiko encountered conspicuous tooth marks, still clear and fresh, near the peak of Moeka's chest—the mark from another Alpha. She thought she had come to terms with it—that her beloved was and would mingle with other women in the future. Yet, this burning jealousy could not be quenched by rationality.
''Ow...!'' Moeka yelped, feeling something sharp piercing her skin. As she hurriedly peeked down, she saw Fumiko, brows furrowed, desperately trying to scrub away the mark Himeko had left with her own. Oddly enough, that display of covetousness was incredibly adorable in Moeka's eyes.
And at the same time, the second mark allowed her to connect with Fumiko on an even deeper level, filling a gap in her with a fuzzy warmth. She stroked the Alpha's head, smiling, ''Isn't it unpleasant? Touching that spot...''
Fumiko silently ousted the annoying bra, leaving Moeka's chest truly naked. Then, she buried her face between them, mumbling, ''It's annoying.''
''What a baby...'' Moeka chuckled, feeling both tickled and indescribably turned on by the Alpha's possessiveness, ''How would you deal with it when I'm frequently marked by other girls, then?''
''...I'll overwrite every single one of them.''
Fumiko suddenly rose, putting her dead serious face close to her partner's, ''I'll make it so you only belong to me. Others may touch you, but that's only because I allow them to.''
''What mental gymnastic...'' Moeka was baffled, ''Isn't that just being a cuckold...?''
Fumiko's crimson eyes narrowed, ''Oh, please,'' A cruel smile tugged at her face, ''You know how I like to do it—I'll make every single girl you go out with feel like a pathetic cuckold instead.''
Moeka's blush deepened under the bold assertion. She knew Fumiko was being considerate of her decision, allowing her to do the relief work while still being her Omega. In this regard, she was practically a saint. And... Moeka also knew that Fumiko absolutely meant it when she said she would make others feel inferior to her.
The thought of it—the devotion, the forgiveness, the care—made Moeka's heart helplessly yearn for her. At this point, she became certain. She was in love with Fumiko. The realization alone was endlessly sweet, such happy thoughts exploding inside her at once, propelling confidence.
Kisaragi Moeka was not one to avoid her crush like a teenage girl who could not handle love. She hooked her arms around the Alpha's neck, beaming, ''Then... claim me. I'll be yours.''
''...!''
A fuel for the starving. Pure eye-candy and seduction.
Fumiko's desires were ignited once again by the open invitation. Until now, a faint fear of rejection was still looming in her head, yet Moeka's whole-hearted acceptance shattered every trace of it.
She was ready... to devour this adorable lamb of hers whole.