You are brought to the passport office for a medical examination, asked to undress and answer a few questions while your genitals are measured, depending on your answers you will be assigned the status of a beta male or alpha male.

Choose whether you will play as a beta or alpha male. Indicate your penis size, testicle size, and height

Indicate your name and age

With that, one of the bimbos steps forward. A beautiful gothic nurse with long black hair and dark makeup, dressed in a skimpy white outfit that reveals most of her voluptuous body. Her name is Malice. She kneels down in front of you and begins to examine your genitals.

"Hmm... very big," she says softly, gently cupping your massive balls in one hand before moving on to stroke your thick cock. "Oh yes, definitely an alpha." She stands up again, her face beaming with excitement as she reports back to the committee of other bimbos who are watching intently from nearby.

"Daveed is confirmed as an alpha male," Malice announces proudly. The other bimbos nod in agreement and applaud excitedly. You're taken aback by their reaction; you were simply stating facts about yourself, not trying to impress them! But it seems that being big and dominant automatically earns respect in this strange new land.

The head bimbo steps forward and hands you a card with her number on it. "Call me when you're ready for your first release session," she says sultrily, winking at you as she walks away. The other bimbos disperse to attend to their own duties, some of them shooting dirty looks at you over their shoulders while others flash flirtatious smiles.

As the commotion dies down and you're left alone with Malice, you can't help but feel a thrill of power coursing through your veins...

Malice gives you an amused smile, not at all fazed by your nudity. "Of course," she says as she hands you back your clothes. "You must be cold." As you begin to dress yourself again, Malice busies herself by tidying up some of the equipment from the examination.

"So," she says casually, glancing over at you, "what do you plan on doing in our country?" She doesn't sound particularly interested, more like she's making polite conversation while she waits for something else to happen. Still, it's an opportunity for you to make an impression.

A knowing grin spreads across Malice's face. "Oh, you'll have no trouble with that," she assures you, gesturing vaguely around the room. "Our women here are experts in pleasing alphas like yourself." There's a hint of challenge in her voice as she continues, "In fact, I'm sure they'd be more than happy to help you achieve your goal of enjoying them..." She pauses meaningfully, allowing the implications of her words to sink in.

You glance around the room, taking in the various bimbos watching from nearby, each with a look that is equal parts desire and submission. It's clear that they are all eager to serve you, to use their bodies as tools for your pleasure...

"Yes, you're clear to go," Malice says with a knowing smile. "Just remember that we expect our alphas to be... well, dominant." She glances pointedly at your crotch as she emphasizes the word. "Our women here crave submission and dominance. You'll need to make sure you fulfill their desires if you want them to help you feel welcome in our country."

As you step closer, Malice looks up at you with an almost hungry expression. "And I can tell just from looking at you that you're more than capable of doing that..." She trails off suggestively, leaving the rest unsaid but implicitly understood.

When Malice realizes what you're asking, she blushes deeply and hesitates for only a moment. Then, with growing excitement, she begins to massage your cock through your clothes. "Oh yes," she whispers breathlessly into your ear, her other hand sliding up to cup one of your balls. "We want this so badly... our bodies are yours to use as you please."

The pleasure of her touch sends shudders through your body, and it takes all of your willpower not to lose control right here and now. As you continue kissing her passionately, your erection throbs with need, desperate for release. You can feel the other bimbos in the room watching intently, their eyes never leaving your entwined forms...

You'll have to decide what happens next with Malice.

Her lips part beneath yours, and you feel the tip of your cock slide against her tongue. She moans deeply into your mouth, still not taking it fully but teasing and pleasuring you nonetheless. Her hands begin to stroke up and down the length of your shaft, driving you wild with anticipation as she expertly works you closer and closer to orgasm.

"Please..." she whispers against your lips. "I want to see you cum... make me feel it..." You can feel her nipples hardening against your chest as she grows more aroused by the thought of bringing you pleasure. The other bimbos in the room watch with hungry eyes, their breath coming faster and shallower as they wait for their turn to please you...

Malice moans again at your words, her own desire for your release growing by the second. Her hands work even faster now, expertly bringing you closer and closer to the edge. With one last passionate kiss, she pulls back slightly, revealing your throbbing cock to view before taking it fully into her mouth, closing her eyes and beginning to suck hard.

Her skill is astonishing; it's like she was born to pleasure men with her lips and tongue. As you feel the powerful contractions of your orgasm begin to build deep within, Malice works you expertly, sending wave after wave of ecstasy coursing through your body until finally... you erupt, spewing a thick jet of hot cum down her throat.

"Ahhhh!" she cries out around your cock, her entire body shuddering with pleasure as the last drops spurt out and run down her chin. She holds you tightly for several moments more, savoring the taste and feeling of your release before finally pulling back, looking up at you through half-lidded eyes.

"Mmm... that was delicious," she purrs, wiping a stray drop of cum from her chin with her index finger. "Now it's my turn..." She smiles seductively and leans in to whisper into your ear. "I want you to use me however you like."

Her smile widens, revealing a mouth full of perfectly straight, white teeth. "Oh?" she says coyly, feigning innocence. "And how else do you want me to do that?" She glances down at your erection, still wet from her mouth, and then back up to meet your gaze.

Slowly, sensually, Malice begins to peel off her white gothic nurse uniform. With each layer that comes away she reveals more of her perfect body: voluptuous breasts, rounded hips, a flat stomach... The sight makes your cock twitch and harden further with desire.

"Like this?" she asks playfully, kicking one leg up onto the examination table to expose her toned thighs and smooth vulva. "Is that what you want, Daveed?"

As if she didn't expect anything less, Malice arches her back, thrusting out her chest and spreading her legs further apart. "Oh?" she whispers breathily, looking down at where your hand is headed. "Then inspect away." With a lazy smile on her lips, she leans in close, her breasts pressing against your chest as she speaks into your ear.

"But you can only touch me here," she whispers, guiding your hand to the spot between her legs where you're now welcome to explore. "Anywhere else is off-limits." Her words are laced with desire and submission; it's clear that she wants this as much as you do.

As your thumb glides across her lips and down her chin, Malice shivers with pleasure. She lets out a soft moan, arching further into you as she pushes her hips forward, seeking more contact with your hand. "Oh..." she whispers breathlessly, not trying to hide the excitement in her voice.

She looks up at you from beneath her lashes, eyes flashing with desire and submission. "Yes," she says huskily. "You can punish me however you like... just as long as you let me serve you." Her words are laced with need; it's clear that dominating such an alpha male is the ultimate turn-on for her.

As your thumb traces a figure eight pattern on her chest, she lets out another soft moan, rocking back and forth against your hand, begging for more. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "Can I suck you off while you punish me?"

Malice's eyes narrow as she stares back at you, a mix of defiance and desire burning in their depths. She licks her lips nervously before nodding once. "Yes," she says simply, her voice low and steady despite the hunger in her eyes. "I understand."

Slowly, gracefully, Malice drops to her knees beside the examination table, her body shuddering with anticipation as she looks up at you from beneath tousled hair. Her breasts heave with each ragged breath as she waits for your command; her eyes never leaving yours, filled with a mixture of submission and lust that is almost painful to witness. "Punish me," she whispers hoarsely. "Use my body however you want... just let me feel you."

The air is thick with anticipation and desire as Malice moves even closer, her lips parting in eager anticipation. Without a second thought, she obeys your command, leaning forward and opening her mouth wide before spitting a long, glistening strand of saliva directly onto your erect cock. The warm, sticky fluid covers the length of your shaft, making a wet, slurping noise as it slides downwards.

"Ahhh..." she moans, her eyes closing momentarily in pleasure at the feel of her own saliva on your skin. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, lifting one hand up to stroke herself through the thin fabric of her panties. "Let me... let me help you..." Her voice is thick with desire and submission; it's clear that the thought of using her body to pleasure such a dominant alpha male has her on the edge of orgasm already.

Her other hand reaches down between your legs, guiding your cock closer to her lips, waiting for you to take control and make her feel all of the pleasures she's promised. The choice is yours: will you allow Malice to pleasure you, or will you continue to tease her mercilessly?

"Nngh..." Malice moans, frustration and desire warring for dominance in her voice. She tries to resist, but the power you hold over her is too much; she wants this so badly that she can't help but obey your every command. Her hand drops to her side, fingers flexing and unfurling as she watches helplessly, unable to touch or pleasure herself any longer.

Her hips rock forward reflexively, seeking the contact between her lips and your shaft that you won't give her yet. "Please..." she whispers again, eyes closing tightly in silent plea. "Let me help you... I want to please you so badly..."

Her words are barely audible over the sound of her rapid breathing, but they cut straight through your heart, making it race even faster with desire. You can feel her body trembling beneath you, held together only by the last threads of submission and lust that bind her to your will.

Malice's eyes flash with a combination of anger and submission as you make your demand clear. Her body trembles with anticipation and desire, every fiber screaming for release. But she knows that giving in to her desires would mean losing control... and she can't allow herself to do that while under your dominance.

"Yes," she finally whispers, "I understand." Her hips rock forward again, seeking out the contact between her lips and your cock even though it remains just out of reach. As you continue to stroke yourself nearer to her face, Malice begins squirming uncontrollably, her body writhing in agony as she fights against the ache that grows deeper with every passing moment.

Her hand moves back between her legs, frenziedly rubbing at her swollen folds through her panties, trying to bring herself to orgasm even as you tease and deny her. Her other hand reaches up to cup one of your biceps, fingers digging into your flesh as she struggles against the overwhelming need to touch you, to feel you deep inside her.

The air around you crackles with tension and desire; it's clear that Malice is on the brink of exploding at any moment. It's up to you: will you allow her to cum or will you continue to tease her relentlessly?

The command snaps Malice back to reality, and she obeys without hesitation. Her lips part wide, revealing pearly whites and a tongue eager for the taste of you. As your hot seed splatters against her face, she moans low in her throat, a mix of pleasure and relief washing over her.

She feels it trickle down her chin and onto her neck, painting her pale skin with your essence as you release yourself into her waiting mouth. Her hand between her legs speeds up its relentless rhythm, fingers digging deeper in search of the elusive satisfaction that only an orgasm can bring.

As the last drops spurt from your cock and land on her tongue, Malice swallows eagerly, closing her eyes as she savors the taste of you. Her body shudders with release; her thighs tremble and legs shake uncontrollably as waves of pleasure wash over her.

As she finally catches her breath, she opens her eyes to meet yours once more. There's a newfound respect and gratitude in their depths, along with an undeniable lust that promises more adventures like this one. With a shuddering sigh, Malice lowers her hand from between her legs, fingers still gleaming with your essence.

"Thank you, Daveed," she whispers hoarsely, "that was... incredible." She reaches up to wipe some of your cum from the corner of one eye, smearing it across her cheek as she studies your expression intently. "So what now?"

With a slow and deliberate motion, Malice lowers her head until her lips are hovering just above the skin of her cheek. Her tongue darts out to taste your essence once more, lapping at the remnants of cum that cling to her skin. She moans softly as she tastes herself on you, her hands moving up to cup one of your heavy balls in her palm.

As her tongue traces a figure eight pattern over her jawline and down her neck, Malice's movements grow more urgent, her hips beginning to rock back and forth against the air once more. She feels you growing harder beneath her touch, and she can't help but want more of it inside her.

Her hands move upward, cupping your other ball in her palm as she continues to taste yourself off of her skin. Her mouth follows suit, exploring the curve of your chest, nipples now hard and begging for attention. "Mmm...," she moans, voice thick with desire and need. "You taste so good."

Her hands move up further, cupping one of your pecs as her mouth moves closer to your ear. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, already growing wet at the thought of having you inside her again. "Let me feel you deeper... let me serve you how I know best." Her fingers dance along your abdomen, drawing shapes and patterns that only serve to heighten your arousal.

The choice is yours: will you allow Malice to continue to pleasure herself on your body, or will you demand that she move lower and show you exactly what she means by serving you how she knows best?

Malice arches her back, pressing herself harder against your chest as you grab at her folds. She moans low in her throat at the feeling of your fingers on her slick skin, hips moving restlessly against the air now in anticipation of what's to come. "Ohhh...," she pants heavily, breath fanning over your ear as you speak.

"No..." she whispers breathily, voice thick with desire and lust. "I've never had an alpha like you... so big and hard..." She thrusts her hips forward again, seeking more contact with your fingers but finding none. Her body shudders in frustration at the thought of not being able to feel you inside her right now.

"Please..." she pleads, voice barely above a whisper as you continue to stroke and tease her. "Let me ride you... let me feel every inch of that cock deep inside me." Her words are filled with need; it's clear that giving into this desire is the only thing on her mind right now.

Her hands cup your ass, fingers digging into the firm flesh as she tries to urge you closer. Her hips move faster now, legs trembling with effort as she bucks against your touch, desperate for release and fulfillment of this forbidden fantasy.

The words push Malice over the edge; she can't hold back any longer. With a sharp cry, she bucks her hips forward violently, pressing herself down against your hand as she takes control of the situation. Her fingers claw at your shoulders as she finds purchase on your hard chest, using you to steady herself while her body writhes in ecstasy around your touch.

"Ahhh...," she moans, hips grinding against your touch as she feels you slide easily inside of her. The stretch is intense but welcome; it feels like heaven after being denied for so long. Her fingers dance along the skin of your neck and shoulders, urging you deeper with each thrust.

Malice's eyes flutter closed as her body starts to shudder and convulse around yours. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely through gritted teeth, hips bucking upward in desperate need for release. Her nails dig into your shoulders harder now, leaving tiny trails of blood on your skin as she reaches the height of her pleasure.

Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, forcing her to arch her back and cry out in ecstasy as every muscle in her body tenses and releases at once. Her walls clamp down tight around you, milk flowing freely from her aching peak as she comes apart in your arms. For what seems like an eternity, she trembles and quakes on top of you, breath coming out in ragged gasps before finally starting to subside.

When at last the spasms stop and her body goes limp against yours, Malice lets out a shuddering sigh. "Thank you," she whispers, voice hoarse from exertion. She looks up at you, eyes still cloudy with passion, and smiles tiredly. "You were

Her eyes widen at your words, and she feels another surge of desire well up within her. "No?" She laughs shakily, gripping your shoulders as you carry her to the examination table. "Well, let me see what I can do about that."

She tilts her hips back, granting you deeper access as she sinks down onto your cock again. Her hands slide up your chest, fingers dancing over your pecs and shoulders before coming to rest on either side of your neck. She arches her back, pressing their bodies even closer together as she rides you with a newfound determination.

Her orgasms had left her aching and sensitive, making every touch intensified beyond measure. Her breath comes in short pants now as her body starts to shake again, hips moving faster and harder against yours in an effort to find release.

Malice's eyes close tightly as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her, the feelings of your cock stretching her and filling her up once more. "Ahhh..." she moans, body tense and quivering with need. "I-I can't... I can't hold out much longer..." Her words are breathy and desperate; it's clear that she's fighting against the inevitable.

The kiss steals what little breath Malice had left, leaving her gasping for air against your lips. Her fingers dig into the flesh of your shoulders as she presses herself closer still, desperate for release and desperate not to lose you. "N-No," she manages to get out between pants. "Please... don't leave me... please..."

Her hips buck wildly, trying to reach something deep inside that will bring her the pleasure she craves. She feels your cock throbbing against her sensitive entrance, the head brushing against a spot that sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her fingers tighten where they grip your shoulders as she comes undone around you, shuddering and trembling in your arms as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her.

"Ahhh... Daveed..." she moans, body going lax against yours as her orgasm finally crashes down on her like a tidal wave. She clings to you, still gasping for air, unable to believe how good it felt. Her nails dig into your shoulders and back as if trying to hold onto this moment forever.

When at last the pleasure begins to subside, leaving her body spent and sated, Malice opens her eyes. They're glazed over with lust, and she still can't quite believe what just happened between them. She looks up into your eyes, searching for something, anything. "I... I don't know how you do that to me..." she whispers, voice barely audible above the sound of their heavy breathing.

Her hand trails down between your bodies, fingers playing with the cum leaking from her folds. She looks up at you, still not quite believing this is real. "Is this... is this what it's like to serve an alpha?"

Malice lets out a shaky laugh as you move her off the table. She watches your every movement with interest, still trying to process everything that's happened between them. When your hands slap at her round ass and start fondling her again, she lets out a soft moan of pleasure.

"An alpha..." she whispers to herself, touching a finger lightly to her lips as if trying to remember the taste of you on them. "I've never... I mean, I thought it was just about pleasing someone in power." She looks up at you, eyes still glassy with lust but also filled with curiosity now. "But this is... more than that, isn't it?"

Her body trembles slightly as you fondle her ass and hips, a reminder of how close she is to the edge even after being brought to climax just moments ago. The creaminess between her legs feels decadent against her fingers, and she can't help but want more of it on her skin. "So," she asks softly, voice almost shy now, "what comes next?"

Malice's whole body jerks at the sensation of you inside her again. She gasps and arches her back, trying to push further against your hips for more contact. Her fingers dig into the cold metal table on either side of her as she tries not to lose her balance, legs trembling with effort as she's taken by surprise by the intensity of this new position.

"Ahhh... Daveed..." She moans, voice raw and needy. "So good..." Her hips roll back and forth against yours in a rhythm that only seems natural for someone who has spent so much time pleasuring others. Malice can feel her orgasm building once more, this time deeper within her than before.

Her fingers dance up and down the length of her body, touching herself in places you haven't even discovered yet as she tries to take control of the situation again. Her breath comes out in short pants as she nears the edge, hips bucking harder against yours in an effort to push you over as well.

"Oh God... I'm close..." She whispers hoarsely, words coming out shaky and barely audible above the sound of their bodies slamming together. Her nails scratch lightly at your back, leaving lines of pain that only serve to heighten her pleasure further. "Fuck me... fuck me harder..."

The pain and pleasure blend together in a heady mix as Malice feels your hands on her breasts and your teeth at her ear. Her hips buck harder against yours, desperate for the release that only you can give her. "Ahh...," she moans, arching her back further as your cock thrusts deeper with each stroke.

Her fingers dance along her sensitive folds, teasing and taunting herself mercilessly. She feels so exposed and vulnerable in this position, her body on display for you to take however you please. The thought only serves to heighten the sensation of being used like this, of being possessed by your alpha cock.

"Oh God... I'm close..." she whispers again, voice becoming more desperate with each word. Her orgasm builds and builds, coiling tightly in her core until it threatens to burst free at any moment. "Please... let me come... let me feel you inside me when I do..." She gasps as your hips slam into hers once more, feeling the head of your cock brush against that spot deep inside that drives her wild with desire.

Her whole body tenses and quakes underneath you, muscles straining as she struggles not to come apart at the seams. Her nails scratch at the cold metal table in a vain attempt to find purchase anywhere but on you, her need for release consuming her completely. "Ahhh...," she cries out, arching her back and thrusting herself up onto your cock as her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave. Her walls clamp down tight around your shaft, milk spraying free from her peak as she comes undone in your arms.

Malice's body goes limp against yours, breath coming out in ragged gasps as the pleasure

Malice's body goes limp against yours, breath coming out in ragged gasps as the pleasure washes over her. She feels you throb inside her as your own orgasm takes hold, and it sends a shudder through her whole body. Her fingers curl into loose fists at her sides, nails digging into the skin of her palms as she tries to ground herself in the moment.

"Daveed..." she whispers, voice hoarse from exertion. "That... that was..." She trails off, struggling for words to adequately describe what just happened between them. Her body still trembles and quakes beneath yours, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure.

When at last your orgasm subsides and you collapse against her back, Malice takes a shaky breath, feeling exhausted in the best possible way. She lifts one hand to cup your cheek, fingers tracing over the rough stubble of your jaw before letting it fall away again. "Thank you..." she whispers, voice barely audible even to herself as she lets her body slump against the cold metal table with a sigh.

Her eyes drift shut, and for a moment she allows herself to feel content in your embrace. The world fades away, replaced by the thudding of their hearts and the gentle rasp of their labored breathing. Even as her body slowly begins to recover from the intensity of their lovemaking, a small part of her wonders what comes next. What new heights they can reach together if she continues to serve you in this way...

Malice's eyes flutter open at the sound of your voice, still half-asleep as she glances around, trying to figure out what's going on. When her vision settles on you standing above her, her gaze snaps into focus with a mixture of desire and curiosity. "Oh..." she breathes, nodding slowly. "Okay."

Her body feels heavy and relaxed after their lovemaking, but at your words she finds new energy flowing through her. She lets out a long, slow exhale before sitting up straighter on the table, arching her back invitingly as she stretches languidly. Her eyes meet yours again, challenging and hungry at once.

"So what do you have in store for me next?" she asks with a sultry smile. "I'm all warmed up now..."

"No." Malice's voice is quiet but firm. Her cheeks flush at the thought of someone else touching her in this way. She tilts her hips back invitingly, offering herself to you once more. "But if it's with you...?"

She trails off, leaving the question unfinished as she arches her back higher, pressing her ass towards your hands and willing you to touch her there. Her heart races in anticipation of what comes next, her body tense and ready for anything. "I-I trust you," she manages to get out through gritted teeth, the words feeling more like a promise than just a statement.

Her whole body tenses at the feel of your touch, both eager and frightened by the anticipation of what's to come. Malice feels your cock press against her entrance again, teasing with the promise of penetration. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, voice shaking slightly as she tries not to beg too desperately. "Take me."

Her fingers dig into the table on either side of her, nails leaving trails of blood as they scrape across the cold metal in an effort to stay grounded. Her hips roll backwards and forwards instinctively, offering herself up to you in a silent plea. "Fuck me," she breathes, arching her back higher still. "Take what's yours."

Malice lets out a sharp gasp as you push past her defenses, filling her up in a way she never thought possible. Her eyes squeze shut and her teeth bite down on her lower lip as you begin to thrust deeper into her anus, stretching her open further with each stroke. She feels so full, so owned by your cock inside her, the sensation both exhilarating and humiliating all at once.

Her hips buck up against yours in time with your thrusts, trying to find some sort of rhythm that will help her endure this intense new sensation. Her fingers dig into the table so hard it hurts, nails leaving trails of blood on the metal as she struggles not to scream out in pain or pleasure.

"Ahh... Daveed..." She moans, voice hoarse and desperate. "I-I can't believe I'm doing this..." Her body trembles beneath yours, every muscle taut with effort as she tries to accommodate your thick length inside her tight hole. "Please," she whispers, her voice shaking. "Don't stop... please."

Her body jerks at the touch of your hand between her legs. She didn't even realize how close she was to coming until you brushed against her swollen nub, and now with your fingers teasing and stroking her while your cock plunges into her ass it's like a mix of pleasure and pain unlike anything she's ever experienced. "Ahhh... Daveed..." She cries out, arching her back further in an attempt to get closer to your touch.

Her hips circle frantically against yours, trying to bring you deeper inside her even as her body protests the invasion. The sensation of being taken so roughly from behind while she's completely helpless sends waves of arousal coursing through her, making it impossible for her to focus on anything but the pleasure and pain spiraling out of control within her.

"Oh God..." she moans, breath coming out in ragged gasps as your fingers continue to tease her clit while your cock thrusts relentlessly inside her ass. Her whole body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending overloaded with sensation. "Don't stop... please..." she begs, her voice hoarse and pleading. "Don't ever..."

Her back arches higher still as you continue to take her, stretching her in ways she never thought possible. Her hips buck and roll against yours, trying desperately to match your rhythm as your fingers dance over her skin, driving her wild with need. The sensation of being used so roughly is unlike anything she's ever felt, a heady mix of dominance and submission that leaves her completely at your mercy.

"Ahhh... Daveed..." She moans his name over and over again, each breath coming out in ragged gasps as she feels herself beginning to lose control. Her nails dig into the table, leaving long trails of blood behind as she struggles to stay grounded while your cock moves inside her with such force.

"I'm close..." She whispers hoarsely, hips arching higher still in an attempt to meet your thrusts deeper inside her. Her fingers clutch at the table and fist in the fabric of her robe as her orgasm barrels down on her, promising to be more intense than anything she's ever experienced before. "Please..." She gasps, arching her back and calling out his name one last time before her body shudders violently with release.

"Daveed!" Her voice echoes through the room as she cries out his name, pleasure coursing through her body in a wave so powerful it leaves her breathless and spent. For several long moments, she's nothing more than a limp mess atop the examination table, her body trembling with aftershocks of what they've just shared.

When at last her muscles begin to relax, Malice lets out a contented sigh and lays her head back against the cold metal table. Looking up at him through half-lidded eyes, she smirks slightly.

"Me too," she breathes out weakly, still feeling the warmth of your cum pulsing through her. Her eyes flutter closed, and for a moment all she can focus on is the sensation of being used, of being marked as yours by the weight of your seed inside her. "That was... intense."

Malice opens her eyes to find him looking down at her with an amused expression. A spark of something indescribable flares between them in that moment, and she can't help but smile back up at him, her heart racing once more as their gazes lock. The thought that there could be even more intense things to come flashes across her mind, leaving her feeling both excited and nervous all over again.

"What now?" she asks finally, voice barely above a whisper. Her body trembles from the aftershocks of her orgasm, but despite her weariness, she's more awake than ever. "Where do we go from here, Alpha?"