"Urgh, fuck me, Alpha, batter my honey spot, big daddy!” Mom moaned feverishly, pleasure coursing through her as, her legs spread wide, toes curling as he slammed inside her.
"Fuck, take it all, take all of this big dick," Marcus growled, his husky, deep voice echoing through the house with so much command.
“Get on all fours," he commanded.
She obeyed hastily.
“Grab the pillow and place it under your stomach." He issued another command.
Smack!
“Faster! Grab the pillow!!” Mom obeyed, spreading her legs wider to give her a better arch.
The hallway was dark, save for the sliver of light bleeding from my mother’s bedroom.
I could feel my nipples hardening under my tank top as I stole glances from the small opening, praying I wasn’t spotted.
I shouldn't have been here.
I should have been under my covers, sleeping or trying to complete my thesis, but the sound coming from my mother’s room, her airy moans, and the thumping of the headboard against the wall had pulled me like a moth to a flame.
Through the crack in the door, I saw him.
Marcus. My stepfather—the massive, dominant Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack—had my mother bent over against the bed. His huge, veined cock slamming into her dripping pussy with brutal force, each thrust making her ass cheeks ripple and her tits bounce wildly.
“Oh, sweet Moon goddess, forgive me for my sinful thoughts,” I moaned quietly.
A sweet ache pooled in my pussy as I relished in my depravity.
Tonight was one of those nights, my hot stepdaddy was responsible for making me sexually frustrated.
As much as I tried to resist, my body was already craving a man who wasn't mine to claim.
In one strong flip, he had her lying on her back as he continued to pound into her womb.
They had barely lasted a second when he swung her back on all fours and pistoned inside her again while she tried to escape.
He pulled her hair back, arching her spine, and then he began to pound inside her.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
“Oh, moon goddess! Ugh, yes, Alpha! Fuck me, Alpha!” she moaned desperately. “Stretch me until I can’t take any more."
He went deeper, his large balls slapping against her reddish clit with wet smacks.
"Praaah, fraapp" was the sound her pussy made each time he slammed.
I was jealous!
So jealous!
I watched as her pussy lips stretched obscenely around his thick shaft, juices squirting out with every withdrawal, coating his thighs and the sheets below.
He was fucking the living hell out of my mother.
“Oh fuck!” I gasped under my breath.
His back was a map of corded muscle and scars, contracting under the light as he hovered over my mother.
His groans were so loud I felt vibrations in the soles of my feet.
"Squeeze me, baby," he growled, his hands anchoring my mother’s hips with a bruising grip. "Milk that cock."
The word milk sent a jolt through my system. My nipples tightened painfully, the fabric of my tank top under my nightie suddenly feeling damp. I felt the familiar, terrifying warmth spreading—a spontaneous, uncontrollable reaction to his dominance.
A human doctor had told me I was suffering from hyperprolactinemia two months ago.
I thought it was a big issue until I found out that in our world, they called it Luna’s Fever. It's no biological flaw—it's a primal instinct. A primal demand, signaling that my body is slick, painfully sensitive, and practically begging to be ruthlessly claimed and consumed by my mate. But Marcus was my mother's mate. He was my Alpha. He was forbidden.
I watched, paralysed, as he raised his head, sweat beads rolling down his neck. I squeezed my pussy as his waist ferociously rammed inside my Mom, wishing I could replace her.
The way his chest heaved as he slowed down a bit sent shivers down my spine.
For a heartbeat, his golden-brown eyes flicked toward the door—directly at the crack where I stood. Then his eyes locked on mine from the darkness.
He didn't stop. Instead, he let out a dark, knowing smirk and drove into my mother with a sudden, violent thrust that made her cry out in a mix of shock and pleasure.
Our eyes met; I felt my breathing slip into harsh gasps.
“Moan for your Alpha! Tell me you like how I breed you,” he growled.
“Yes! Yes!! Breed me Alpha!” My mom moaned back.
“Show me how much you want it! Spread those cheeks,” He commanded.
Mom’s hands flew to her ass cheeks, trying to pull them apart as he continued to fuck sense out of her.
He knew I was there. Or maybe he did not, but still, I could not take it anymore.
I turned and stumbled back to my room, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I slammed the door and locked it, my chest heaving. The front of my tank top was ruined, two dark circles blooming over my breasts.
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, my fingers trembling. I needed an outlet, a place where this wasn't a sin. I opened the OnlyFans app, my heart hammering against my ribs.
The screen glowed, showing a notification from my most loyal subscriber, King_M. He had tipped me $500.
King_M: I know you’re awake, Little Milkmaid. I can feel your heat from here. Show me how much you’re leaking for me tonight.
The timing was uncanny.
It was as if he could smell me through my phone. I leaned my head back against the door, closing my eyes. I tried to imagine a face for King M, and all I could see was my stepfather.
In reality, I was the repressed stepdaughter of an Alpha who would kill me if he knew my thoughts. But here, behind the screen, I could pretend to be his fuck toy to a total stranger.
I propped the phone up on my vanity, reaching for the hem of my tank top.
“Hi Alpha Daddy!” I purred.
I promised I wouldn't think about my stepdad, but I did. I failed; he was the only worthy person to fill the faceless profile King_M had.
King M requested a special video the next second.
King_M: I want to watch milking those big boobs, naughty girl.
I would imagine his voice was the one growling in my ear earlier, his hands being the ones to finally relieve the pressure in my big breasts.
As I began to film, I noticed the thuds from the master bedroom had died down. I looked into the lens, my eyes glassy and unfocused.
"Do you want to see?" I whispered to the camera, my voice cracking. "Do you want to see what happens when I think about you?"
I squeezed, and the first drop of white, milky liquid pearled at the tip of my nipple before running down the curve of my breast. My phone buzzed instantly.
King_M: Good girl. Don't stop. I want every drop.
The atmosphere in the room shifted.
It was intense, charged with the same Alpha energy that had been radiating from Marcus in the hallway.
I had wanted to adjust my angle a bit on camera when a knock sounded on the door. “Miya. Open the door."
It was Marcus.
What did he want?