Tourist Attraction

Rating: Explicit, ABO, Alpha Kara, Omega Lena.


Description: Charmed by an American tourist who has the terrible idea to solve her problems with a tattoo, Lena takes it upon herself to help out in more ways than one.


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Tags: Goth Irish tattoo artist Lena, Preppy dork Kara, Dirty talk, oral, pierced/tattooed Lena, Lena's first time taking a knot, A sweet connection with raunchy sex.

Word count: 7,606




The sound of bells jangling above the door pulled Lena’s attention away from the book that was in her lap, but just barely. Despite its popular location in the middle of Dublin, the little tattoo parlor where she worked was usually quiet in the middle of the day. This was time meant for reading. Lena had reached an action-packed part of the story and stuck her finger into the page because she didn’t have a bookmark handy.

She eyed up her first potential customer with intrigue because she didn’t seem the type to ink up her body. The strange American was dressed in a striped button-down with a black cardigan, and she wore loafers on her feet. Her idiosyncrasies brought a smile to Lena’s face. She appeared to be talking to herself and the conversation was important enough that she used gestures and dramatic facial expressions throughout.

“This is going to work. It will prove how committed I am. It’s the perfect solution—”

“What’s the perfect solution?” Lena asked and approached the counter with a curious smile as she met the mesmerizing blue eyes of her customer. “I’m Lena. What can I do for you?”

The stranger’s eyes glittered with excitement as she caught sight of Lena. “I’m – um – Kara. Danvers. Kara Danvers.” She stated her name with a sharp nod, like she was coming up with a hard answer in trivia.

Lena laughed over Kara’s weird quirks. She moved around the counter, and two strong scents hit her at once—a whole lot of alpha pheromones and the distinct reek of alcohol.

Kara blinked and for a second her eyelids stuck shut. “I want—no, I need a tattoo.” She hiccupped as she glanced down at Lena’s breasts, the tops of which were visible in her tight black velvet corset.

Lena didn’t normally get flustered when meeting an alpha – and a drunk one at that, but she blushed and pulled nervously at the fingerless gloves on her wrists. She almost responded that she would be happy to help, but fortunately she snapped out of her state of idiocy before she agreed to tattoo someone who would likely regret her decisions when the alcohol wore off.

“I was thinking a butterfly—you know, maybe cover my entire back with it. Siobhan likes butterflies.” Kara stumbled on the carpet as she took another step towards Lena’s chair and tried to cover for it by pointing to a design concept that hung on the wall. “That will work.”

“Will it?” Lena muttered as she took Kara all in — from her eyes that squinted even in the dim light to the ring box that she hadn’t realized the alpha was clutching in one hand. “Let me guess. Siobhan is your girlfriend. You asked her to marry you, but she turned you down, and you think you can woo her back by getting a tattoo?”

“It’s a good idea, right?” Kara asked, sounding so genuinely hopeful about it that Lena bit back a smile and a laugh.

“No,” Lena replied with a small shake of her head and an exaggerated wide-eyed expression. “No, that’s a terrible idea. It’s such a bad idea, in fact, that I’m going to help you sober up right away. Hopefully I’ll be able to help you avoid making some mistakes.  Let me get my keys.”

Lena would never go out of her way for a stranger she didn’t instantly like. For some reason, she liked Kara Danvers—enough to drop her book on the counter and hurry along to lock up the shop.

Lena slipped her bag over her shoulder and ushered Kara out into the daylight. She texted her friend James to ask him to come in to work early and cover for her.

Kara seemed like a happy drunk, wandering down the street with a big smile on her face—though she did nearly step into traffic twice.

“Okay, you’re not invincible, so let’s stay out of the roads, alright?” Lena took hold of Kara’s shirt for a second to prevent her from stumbling off the sidewalk. “Give me your arm.”

Kara obliged with both arms at once, and Lena needed to take the one nearest her and loop it around her waist. She dragged her intoxicated new friend into a coffee shop and settled her down into a chair.

The scent of old books and java beans was instantly soothing to Lena’s omega. She smiled as she ordered for them both and returned to her spot, where Kara was flipping through a copy of Finnegans Wake.

“I think I drank so much I forgot how to read.” Kara blinked at the text and held the book by its flap.

“Actually, alcohol might improve your reading of that particular book,” Lena chuckled and rescued the novel before it ripped. She pushed a brimming coffee in front of Kara and sipped from her cup of tea.

“I’m going to be alone forever, aren’t I?” Kara lamented, balling her hand and pressing it into her chest.

The right response to that level of distress wasn’t to laugh. Lena’s lips twitched into the smallest, preventative smile, because she felt genuine sympathy for Kara and wanted to calm her down.

“I’m sensing this is the first time you’ve handled your problems with whiskey.” Lena narrowed her eyes and breathed in the rich scent of her old friend Jameson, which must have been soaked into Kara’s shirt. “You’re not going to end up alone. Alcohol can numb the pain of rejection, but it can also trick you into believing things that aren’t true.”

“Actually, it might be true. Siobhan told me that I’m going to be forever alone. She said I’m too intense.” Kara mimed out a gesture that seemed to come from her girlfriend and gritted her teeth together. “Yesterday she was my everything, and today I’m a nobody to her. You know she invited me on this trip, and she didn’t even introduce me to her parents or sisters.”

Lena understood what it was like to date someone who wanted to keep her a big secret. Out of an instinctual desire to give comfort, she put her hand across the table to touch Kara’s fingers. “It sounds like you took the relationship a lot more seriously than she did. Maybe there’s a way I can help you get her back. What if we showed her what she’s missing? It’s unfortunate, but a lot of people don’t realize what they’ve lost until after a break-up.”

“How are we going to do that? Siohban won’t answer my texts. I thought the tattoo thing would work if I posted a picture on Instagram.” Kara took out her phone and shook her head as if just recognizing the folly of her assumptions.

“This won’t involve any permanent body alterations,” Lena explained and pulled the phone away from her carefully. She scooted around to Kara’s side of the table and prepared to take a selfie of them together. “Just smile and pretend you like me.”

Kara leaned in closer and inhaled near Lena’s neck with a believable look of sexual attraction on her face. Lena managed to get the perfect photo to torment her ex and passed it back to Kara to upload to all of her social accounts.

“Put that on Instagram and I’m sure you’ll get a text from Siobhan as soon as she sees it,” Lena dictated.

Her boobs were very on display in the svelte black velvet corset. She knew that her dark hair and soft Irish features had pissed other omegas off in the past. It almost seemed to be a superpower because every one of her ex-girlfriends and boyfriends were forbidden from speaking to her, and sometimes clients at the tattoo parlor acted strangely if they came in with their alphas.

“Now what?” Kara blinked and drank the rest of her coffee in one big gulp.

“Now I’ll show you around to some of my favorite spots in the city, and I promise you that by later this afternoon, you’ll get your happy ending.” Lena could have been bluffing just to soften the harsh blow of a failed relationship, but plenty of others had used her to incite jealousy in the past, and it worked every time.

She took one more mouthful of her tea and reached for Kara’s hand to take her on a tour of all her haunts. They headed to St. Stephen’s Green and Lena pointed out the hidden treasures of her city while teaching Kara how to pronounce certain words in Irish.

Kara read from the signposts as they walked by. “Fay-chee Sty-ab-bun-nuh.”

“Faiche Stiabhna,” Lena corrected and grinned when Kara repeated it perfectly like she had a natural gift for picking up the sounds of the language.

They wandered through the park, capturing more snaps for Kara’s Instagram account. Lena bought large sunflowers for Kara from her favorite little florist and cheered her up with ice cream.

“How come you’re being so nice to me?” Kara asked mid lick and lifted her vanilla cone higher to catch a melting trickle. “You don’t have to be.”

“Well, I’ve been broken hearted before,” Lena intoned with a wry smile that couldn’t quite encapsulate the pain of being in Kara’s shoes.

She might not have been rejected quite so openly, but the way her ex had all but ghosted her out of existence still cut deep.

“Yeah, but I’m sure that person must have sucked anyway,” Kara stated like she personally knew Lena’s ex.

“And how would you know?” Lena laughed and swiped her tongue around her chocolate cone.

Kara’s complexion began to change to an embarrassed red as she dipped her chin to her chest and pushed up her glasses. “I mean, anyone who would hurt someone as kind as you is automatically a jerk in my book.”

Lena fell in beside Kara as they wandered down the sidewalk and settled down on a bench together. “Her name was Sam, and she was really one of the good ones. Until she disappeared. We were friends before we were girlfriends. It always sucks when it’s like that, you know?”

Kara nodded in commiseration and glanced up sharply when someone shouted her name from the opposite side of the street.

“Kara!”

Lena clocked the brunette omega from afar and instantly concluded that she was Siobhan—but if she had been in any doubt, Kara confirmed it with a hiss of surprise, “It’s her! What do I do now?”

With every intention of inciting jealousy, Lena decided to hold Kara’s hand.

Siobhan looked peeved at the sight of them cozy on the bench and almost forgot to check both ways before darting to their side.

“Kara, I’ve been calling you for the last thirty minutes. Is your phone on silent?” Siobhan ignored Lena’s presence and lectured Kara directly while lifting her own phone to show them the unanswered calls.

“I was just getting ice cream with my new friend.” Kara scrunched her eyes partially shut. “Let me introduce you to Lena.”

Siobhan glanced right at Lena, scathing and wary. She didn’t bother interacting and instead reached out to grab Kara’s other hand. “I’m going to take you to meet a few of my friends this afternoon. I told them we’re on a break, but they still want to hang out because they’re convinced we’ll get back together.”

Lena smiled at Kara with a complete sense of satisfaction in her heart. “See? There you go.”

Kara looked at her like she was prophetic and puffed up with joy. “I owe you, Lena. Big time.”

“You just take of yourself,” Lena intoned in parting, and gave Kara one final caress on the shoulder before glaring at Siobhan and walking off.

It felt wonderful to do a good deed, even if she didn’t believe Siobhan deserved the mercy of getting Kara back. The omega’s vibe rubbed her the wrong way, but she focused on the positives and headed to one of her favorite bookstores to treat herself to a gift. She wanted to stay in the light and joyful mood that came from helping someone.

The scent of books welcomed her in, and she ran her fingertip over the spines of different options. She settled for something right in the A section. Atwood’s The Blind Assassin.

It gave her immeasurable comfort to return to her little apartment with her books and curl up in the sunshine of her window seat. She tucked a blanket over her legs and immersed her mind in another landscape for a while.

Two hours later, she checked Instagram and grinned at a photo Kara tagged her in from earlier that day.

A bunch of messages also awaited her, including a few from James, who expected her to cover the evening shift with him. She packed some cold noodles into a Tupperware and got ready for a long night at work.

Several customers had appointments for that night. First up was a lady who wanted a colorful floral design above her collarbone. Lena slipped into a mode of concentration and made it through three more – a portion of a large sleeve tattoo, three roses with a baby’s name, and an artistic flaming lion.

“Really great work,” James complimented and eyed the detail of the fiery beast on the last man’s arm.

Lena bit the corner of her lip to fight off a smile. James tended to look out for her and had become something like her mentor in the tattoo industry.

“Sometimes it feels like a little piece of me walks away with all of these people,” Lena confided and listened to the jangle of the bells as her satisfied customer exited.

“It is living art, and you happen to have a talent for design work. The boss should have you creating the new pieces for the sample wall.” James glanced at the cluttered wall where anyone could select from generic options.

Lena decided to use her break time to sketch out a few concepts, and she tuned out the noise from the shop with her loud metal music. She had a fork for her noodles and a pencil in her hand when James called out to her.

“Hey, Lena, you have a visitor.”

She expected one of her repeat clients — not Kara Danvers, who still seemed out of place and lost in the tattoo shop.

Kara’s clean cut and preppy look earned her a few glances from James’ customers. She had tied her hair in a ponytail and wore loose fitting trousers with a belt that she touched a few times before spotting Lena. In her hand, she clutched a nice bouquet of flowers.

“Lena, hi—hey, I’m sure it’s weird of me to show up here again, but I wanted to thank you in person for helping me out this morning. I wasn’t in the best frame of mind.”

Lena accepted the flowers and glanced down at the fragrant daffodils, narcissus and hyacinth. “You didn’t have to thank me like this, but it’s a nice surprise.”

Kara grabbed at the corner of her glasses to adjust them. “I wanted to do something, and really this is just such a small token of my thanks. Can we talk?”

Lena glanced in James’ direction and he waved her off without taking his eyes off of his client. They weren’t likely to get busy so late in the evening and she was grateful that her friend was the understanding type.

“Sure, just let me grab my coat and I’ll be with you in a minute.” Lena motioned for Kara to wait by the door, and when her back was turned, she inhaled the light fragrance of the bouquet. It brought a smile to her lips, and she blushed when she caught James smirking at her with raised brows.

“Hush you, I’ll explain everything later,” Lena murmured under her breath and slung her coat over her arm instead of wearing it.

“Oh you had better if she’s the reason I covered your shift.” James laughed and went right back to inking his client’s arm.

Lena stepped into the cool night air and she was surprised to catch the hopeful scent of Kara’s alpha. She peered curiously up at the American and tried not to make any assumptions as Kara puffed her cheeks out and flailed briefly.

“So, I wanted to say thanks for not allowing me to go through with the tattoo. Drunk-me is not great at making decisions, but then again neither is sober-me, apparently.” Kara shook her head at the end of a short laugh and nudged her glasses up her nose. “I appreciate all of your help in trying to win Siobhan back…”

“But?” Lena prompted when Kara trailed off.

For a second Kara appeared to chew her words, and then all at once they tried to leave her mouth as fast as possible. “As I sobered up, I realized I don’t want to be with someone who wants me to constantly chase her and beg to be included. I didn’t meet her friends. That was my choice, because—well—because I had met one of my own here. I would rather spend my last night in Ireland with you than with any of them."

“Oh, it’s your last night here?” Lena experienced a genuine feeling of loss in her chest and it would have consumed her if she was a different type. She chose to see each moment as an opportunity instead of dwelling on how fast it would be coming to an end. Her frown reversed itself into one of the biggest smiles that was capable of stretching on her lips. “We had better really enjoy ourselves then. Let’s not waste a single minute.”

She crossed the street and headed towards one of her favorite bars—not just for drinks, but because of the general mood of the place. The corner pub was alive
with music and loud voices.

Kara skittishly stepped around people and peered up at the gold lettering on the sign. “Lena, I’m not sure if a bar is the best idea. I don’t drink that often and my liver is probably still recovering.”

Lena reached out for Kara’s hand and pulled her inside with a chuckle. “We’re not here to get pissed, but while we’re on the subject, what were you drinking last night?”

“Poitín,” Kara admitted as she scooted onto one of the stools at a little round table. She watched a waitress carry a plate of food out from the kitchen and looked surprised that Lena intercepted the woman on the way back.

“Kara, I’d like you to meet Kelly. She’s basically family. Can you pretty please bring us the best stuff on the menu for tonight?” Lena smiled up at her close friend, lifted her brows a few times and threw in an extra touch of manipulation with a cute pout.

“You’d best watch yourself with this one. She’s a chancer,” Kelly playfully warned Kara, and ushered them over to a table at the back of the bar. She wiped the polished wood with a cloth and walked off without another word as other patrons hollered for her attention.

“Is that true?” Kara inquired with a slow forming smile that created adorable dimples to form in her cheeks. She leaned on her elbows with a flutter of her lashes and pushed up her glasses by the edge of the frame.

“Would you hold it against me if it was?” Lena fell into an easy banter with Kara. She wondered if it was her fault for the flirtatious undertones, but it didn’t matter who started it because the attraction was mutual.

“What if I just held your hand instead? Would that be okay?” Kara spread her fingers out towards Lena, but she held back at the last second like she doubted the touch would be welcome.

Lena took it upon herself to lace their fingers together, and for a short moment neither of them could tear their gaze off of each other.

“I think that’s a fair compromise,” Lena whispered, and stroked her thumb along Kara’s just to feel the alpha tighten her grip. “So, what is it you do back in your land, Kara? Other than charm omegas you’ve just met that day.”

“I’m a reporter,” Kara stated with confidence and then scrunched her lips in a slight grimace. “I mean, technically I’m an assistant, but someday I’ll be writing articles and my name will be in newspapers all over the world.”

“I enjoy a good read, so you’ll have to send me whatever you work on in the future.” Lena meant it.

Maybe it was the sincerity in her voice or the fact that they kept leaning closer to one another that had Kara grinning so brightly.

Kelly interrupted them by placing two plates on the table and Kara’s eyes widened at the sight of their delicious meals. “Steak and Guinness pie with the Triple cooked chips and a side of peas and carrots in herb butter.”

Kara lit up more than all of the lights around Dublin. “Wow, this looks fantastic. I missed out on a lot of sightseeing and good food on this trip. I’ve hardly eaten anything since this morning.”

Lena folded her arms in front of her and smiled at Kara’s cheerfulness. “In the words of Scar from The Lion King, stick with me and you’ll never go hungry again.”

They laughed together at her stupid joke, but Kara glanced at her tits much too long for it to be casual.

“Well, black is definitely your color, and you both have an accent—” Kara stopped short with her comparisons as Lena’s brows pulled together in fake offense.

“Okay, Scar has an English accent. I have an Irish accent, and if you mix the two up, I might regret saving you this morning.” Lena flicked her fingers in a small but dramatic gesture and stole some of the chips right out from under Kara’s nose.

“Oh no, let me make up it up to you,” Kara pleaded and immediately took out her wallet and headed to the bar to buy them some tall, fruity-looking drinks.

Lena never would have ordered something like that on her own. A piece of pineapple was skewered together with a strawberry, which she pulled off to suck.

Kara seemed transfixed on the pucker of her lips, and Lena smirked as the alpha dipped her chip into her peas instead of the gravy that was spilling onto her plate.

“What inspired you to become a tattoo artist?” Kara raised her brows with intrigue as she ate and scooted her chair closer so that their knees touched beneath the table.

“You mean besides the fun of leaving my mark on alphas and omegas alike?” Lena had intimidated a few alphas with that line, but Kara seemed genuinely amused by it.

She let her leg slide against Kara’s and wondered if the tingle that raced up her thigh was mutual.

“I used to spend more time doodling in my school books than I did writing in them,” Lena divulged and sipped at the cocktail just so her lips could play with the straw. “I figured I could make a career out of it when my friends started to pay me to draw on their arms. Now I get to do it for a living and it doesn’t interfere with my one true love. Books.”

“How many do you have?” Kara laughed and her eyes lidded from noticing Lena’s tongue ring.

“Hundreds. I never throw any away after I read them.”


How could she part with something that brought her such joy? Lena’s collection spanned an entire wall in her bedroom, and she was tempted to ask Kara if she would like to come round to see it.

“You’d love the libraries in National City.” Kara sighed and paused with a chunk of puff pastry raised to her lips. “One of them is five stories high, and there’s a whole section dedicated to art history.”

“Maybe you could give me a tour one day,” Lena suggested with a coy glance at Kara’s lips. She bit her own in quiet sexual frustration.

Kara’s smiling face turned serious and she sat up straighter to release a wave of chivalrous pheromones. “Any time you want. Just let me know when.”

Lena liked that she had an open invitation, even if she had no real intentions of holding Kara to it. She bumped knees with her again and sipped the sweet cocktail.

“We should probably trade details first.” Lena puckered from the tart drink.  “Despite helping you take pictures for your Insta account, I don’t even have your phone number.”

Faster than expected, Kara whipped out a pocket-sized notebook and wrote down her numbers and several email addresses.  “Just in case you need to reach me.”

Lena chuckled at the thorough list and tucked it away for safekeeping. “I’ll definitely keep in touch.”

They chatted about their lives as they finished up their meal, and Lena found out that Kara was in a situation similar to her own. Neither of them had families, but they did have friends that had become as close as family. Once they slurped the last of their drinks, Kara insisted on leaving a large tip for Kelly, and they headed out into the misty night.

“I actually share a place with Kelly and another girl, Nia.” Lena gestured down the street and walked in that direction. “You can come back with me if you like.”

“How could I pass up the opportunity to see all of your books?”

Lena’s collection couldn’t have been the only thing on Kara’s mind, given how frequently her eyes lowered to the swell of Lena’s tits.

“You can spend all night looking at them,” Lena intoned and inhaled deeply so that Kara continued to stare at her cleavage.

She practically led the alpha all the way to her doorstep without Kara once glancing at the path, and as she pushed into the quaint little apartment, they were almost on top of one another.

“I’m right up here on the left,” Lena pointed to the staircase, and took her time ascending them so Kara could ogle her backside. She knew it was working because Kara tripped twice on her way up.

By the time they reached her bedroom, Kara had conveniently removed her jacket to hold it in front of herself.

“Wow, you weren’t kidding! Have you read all of these?” Kara gaped at the floor-to-ceiling wall of bookshelves. Joy lit up her face as she reached out to touch them.

Lena dropped her coat over the back of a chair and out of the way. “Every single one. Some more than twice.”

Kara traced her fingers across the spines of a few that held deep creases and paused to peer at Lena. “Can I borrow one of your favorites for the flight home if I promise to return it in person?”

“You’d come all the way back to my city just to return a book?” Lena squinted at Kara with a knowing smirk and waited for her to make a move.

They were both aware of why Kara had agreed to come back to Lena’s place, and the atmosphere between them shifted with the increased sexual tension.

“Well, not just for that,” Kara whispered and closed the distance between them with a surge of confidence.

The first touch of Kara’s lips was soft and careful, and the second far more desperate. They grabbed onto one another as their tongues met, and Lena had no shame in backing herself towards the bed and dragging Kara with her.

Lena removed her tight black pants and watched Kara’s eyes travel down to the dark thong that clung to her pussy. More than one of her tattoos couldn’t be seen when she was fully dressed, including a line of writing along her ribcage and above her panty line. She could see Kara’s jaw slacken and knew the alpha had breathed in her arousal before she teased a finger over the material to reveal that she was slick already.

“You must have high expectations if you plan to return just to sleep with me again. What makes you think my pussy is worth a ten-hour flight?”

She could be shy when first meeting new people, but once she warmed up, Lena was comfortable expressing herself bluntly.

Kara appeared mortified and the heat of her cheeks partially fogged the bottom half of her glasses. “Oh I-no-I didn’t mean–”

“Sure you did, and if you didn’t, I’d be offended.” Lena raised a brow at the obvious tent in Kara’s pants and reached out to tug open the alpha’s belt with a smirk curling at her pouty lips. “I’ve wanted to take a look at you all night.”

“You have?” Kara wheezed, and overcame her self-conscious nature to gawk down at Lena. After a brief hesitation, she settled her hands on her hips and groaned at the warmth of Lena’s hand stroking her shaft and pulling it out of her boxers.

“I don’t make a habit of playing with straws, but I could tell you were fixated on my mouth.” Lena batted her lashes with a smile and exhaled warmly over the ruby tip of Kara’s cock. It strained in her hand like it wanted to get bigger, and Lena smoothed her palm onto its girth with a moan. “Was it the tongue ring that caught your attention? Or were you just hoping to kiss me after dinner?”

“Definitely both, and I know I should feel guilty about that given my very recent break-up, but gosh, I really don’t.” Kara seemed flustered by her honesty, but Lena loved that she was so forthcoming.

“Between you and me, I knew you could do better. I’m just glad you came to your senses and realized that yourself.” Lena wasn’t naive enough to think that Kara would want more than a rebound with her after one night together.

She wasn’t looking for love as she stroked Kara off, but she wasn’t against finding it, either.

“I bet she didn’t even suck your cock, did she?” Lena pouted down at the wide helmet like she found it such a pity, and wrapped her mouth around it with a languid roll of her tongue.

Kara’s startled and breathy groan was as much a confirmation as the tremble of
her thighs, and Lena tried to go slow so as not to overwhelm her.

She bobbed her head in increments to let Kara appreciate what was happening and looped her tongue around the brim to tease it with her piercing. The extra stimulation was something past lovers raved about, and Lena could tell it was affecting Kara as she swayed where she stood.

“Golly that’s-you’re so–um–”

Kara bit at her lips to stifle her words, and her glazed eyes rolled back with Lena’s increased suction.

There was someone more dominant lurking beneath Kara’s dorky exterior, and Lena could sense it trying to push through. She doubled her efforts with the plan to make Kara so horny that she would give up trying to be so polite and say how she actually felt.

Lena popped her lips over the thick helmet and stared up at Kara as she gulped around the circumference on every downward pass.

“You’re a sweetheart, but you don’t have to be so cautious with what you say,” Lena rasped and jerked her hand from base to tip when Kara’s hips began to roll with her momentum. “Tell me I’m good at sucking your cock, Kara. I like the praise. It makes me wet to hear I’m turning you on. Would it help to see my tits?”

“Yes. Yes, you should take your top off right now,” Kara demanded and went so far as to help Lena out of the corset just to groan at the sight of her pierced nipples. The little hoops were perfect for tugging, and Kara wasted no time in fondling them to find that out.

Lena whimpered from the confident way Kara handled her breasts. She leaned forward with raunchy ambition and rewarded Kara by taking her into the back of her throat.

Kara sank her fingers into her dark tresses to guide her down. “Oh god, that feels amazing, Lena. Can you take me deeper? You’re so good at this — so good at sucking on me.” Her hips nudged her length past Lena’s tonsils and into the restrictive heat of her throat.

Kara shuddered at the greedy way Lena swallowed and tightened her fingers to grip at Lena’s roots. She was close, and Lena could tell from the sharp and ragged sound of her breath. It would be easy to delay her pleasure, but Lena wanted to taste it spilling over her lips. She flicked her tongue along the underside of Kara’s throbbing shaft and hooked her fingers into Kara’s pants to keep her rocking forward.

The-give-and-take brought a beautiful blush to Kara’s handsome face, and Lena couldn’t tear her eyes off of it as she slurped noisily and tightened her lips with more thorough pulls.

“Lena, I’m–”

Whatever chivalrous move Kara planned to make was hindered by Lena rubbing the sensitive knot-base of her cock. Kara couldn’t pull away, and the jerk of her hips stalled just once before her alpha finally took over.

Lena’s moans were guttural and raspy and she loosened her lips for Kara to jolt forward.

Liquid bliss blasted out of Kara’s tip, and Lena had no hope of swallowing it all. It poured from her lips and ran down her chin, and Lena lapped at the rest as it trickled down Kara’s shaft.

If Lena were to hazard a guess, Kara hadn’t come in several weeks. That made Lena all the more ravenous. She secured her lips exclusively over the tip and flicked into the little divot that still dripped with seed. The pleasurable licks ensured Kara stayed stiff and riled her at the same time.

Lena sucked harder just to be sure, and gasped for air when Kara suddenly tugged her up by the hair to kiss her roughly. The passionate collision of their lips resulted in Kara tasting herself, and Lena whimpered at the eroticism of their tongues gliding together. There weren’t many alphas willing to do that, and it alluded to how adventurous Kara might be in bed.

“Please don’t take this the wrong way, but you have no idea how much I needed that.” Kara trailed her lips across Lena’s jaw and nosed into the crook of her neck. She palmed at the swell of Lena’s tits with wide spread fingers and tugged at her piercings to see her nipples become stiff and responsive.

The slight ache sent heat all through Lena and she scooted further onto the bed to part her thighs for Kara. Translucent nectar coated her pussy and Lena showed it to the alpha by peeling her thong aside. “You’ll be needing this too, won’t you, Kara?”

Lena’s implication that Kara hadn’t gotten laid for quite some time went without saying, but Kara nodded all the same. She dropped her pants around her ankles and nearly became tangled in her haste to take off her shirt. Lena couldn’t fault her for being so eager when her cunt was already beginning to contract.

She slid open a drawer on her nightstand and retrieved a foil square from a box she hadn’t touched in months. “Come here so I can slip this on you, and then you can slip inside me.”

Kara scrambled onto the bed and held her cock by the base for Lena to do the honors with the latex.

Everything went well until Lena pushed the ultra-thin barrier over the mauve glans and discovered it would go no further. The latex rim slotted around the groove of Kara’s helmet and refused to accommodate the rest of her girth.

“I guess that’ll have to do,” Lena whispered, dazed by lust yet aware that the condom would come off with the first real thrust.

The risk seemed worth it to feel Kara rutting inside her, and she rolled onto her knees just to glance over her shoulder at Kara’s stunned face.

“Take a good hold of my hips, and give it to me like you’re going in bare.” Lena’s very direct instructions snapped Kara out of her haze, and she settled her hands on Lena’s waist like it was her place to be on top of her.

There was nothing timid about Kara’s cock prodding into her slick opening as she aligned herself. Nothing could have prepared Lena for the velocity of Kara’s hips or the salacious sounds she made in response to being speared by Kara’s cock. The veined girth rubbed her pussy into blissful submission and Lena whined at the fast strokes that pushed deep inside.

“It’s been a while for you, too, hasn’t it?” Kara grasped her hips harder to keep her steady for the quickened lunges. “You don’t just let any alpha do this. I can tell, Lena. You feel so tight and clenched around me.”

If anyone else had said that to her, Lena would have slapped them, but it wasn’t arrogance or ego on Kara’s part. It was genuine understanding that what she was being given was a privilege not many others had shared.

“Maybe it’s just that your cock is so large,” Lena lilted and backed herself into Kara so she could work her cunt over the full length of her shaft. It wasn’t a lie, but the little boost to Kara’s confidence made her pelvis rock faster.

The wet sounds of sex were louder than the muffled whump of Lena’s padded headboard against the wall. If her roommates were home, they would know an alpha was railing her, and if they weren’t, then their neighbors next door surely would.

“No, I know I’m right,” Kara stressed and reached lower to stroke two fingers along Lena’s cunt. She captured Lena’s clit between her fingertips to play with it and kissed across her shoulder. “You’re a good girl with a sweet pussy, and I’m so lucky you like me enough to let me fill it.”

Lena’s pussy went into spasm from the praise and she shamelessly directed Kara to unleash her alpha. “Pull my hair and say that again–”

“Say what, Lena?” Kara rasped, and gripped near Lena’s roots like she had experience with how to handle an omega that wanted a firmer hand. “That you’re a good girl for letting me spread your tight pussy open?”

There was something sinfully hot about hearing sexual things from someone you least expected to say them. The shock of it sent a full body shudder through Lena and her pussy clamped around Kara’s cock. “God, you make me want to put out for you without protection when you say it like that.”

The prospect clearly excited them both, and Kara took liberties with her by tugging Lena into her thrusts.


“Should I take it off, Lena? Just pull out right now and toss the condom so I can leave my seed deep inside of you?"

Kara’s gravelly tone was practically a seduction, and Lena would have agreed to just about anything because of it. She strained beneath Kara, breathless and wanton as she raised her ass up in a silent plea and choked out, “Fuck–”

“What if I teased you with just my tip? Do you think you could handle that, or would you be tempted to beg for my knot?” Kara’s hypothetical questions threatened to throw off the rhythm they had going as they both became lost in the thought of it.

Lena recovered faster so she could take Kara up on the offer.

“Take it off,” Lena gasped and used the promiscuous fragrance of her pheromones to sway Kara’s alpha. “Leave me with a creamy cunt so I have something to remember you by when you're gone in the morning.”

The realization that this was the only chance she had to fill Lena’s cunt overrode all of Kara’s possible reserves. She pulled out so fast that Lena barely had time to register it before Kara was pushing into her with a real sense of urgency.

“Tell me you want it,” Kara grunted, her moist breath bathing Lena’s neck. She groaned into the pale skin the moment Lena redirected one of her hands onto her tits, and the shift in position had her bottoming out on every thrust.

“I don’t just want it, Kara. I need it. I need to feel your thick knot spreading my pussy so you can flood me with all of your seed.”

That kind of confession would bring out anyone’s alpha, and Lena whimpered as Kara finally showed dominance. The power of Kara’s thighs pressed Lena into the bed and Kara pinned her swiftly with a hand on the nape of her neck. It would have been enough to make Lena come, but Kara’s teeth on her shoulder and the vibration of growl so close to her throat brought her to an intense and sudden climax.

Kara’s bite didn’t break her skin, but their shared orgasm almost broke her bed frame. The hot contractions of her cunt forced Kara to take her roughly so she stood the chance of accepting her widening knot-base, and the incessant bounce of their rutting snapped one of the beams beneath Lena’s knees.

The added sag brought them that much closer and Kara pounded into her with the kind of stamina Lena wished she had.

Every slam of Kara’s cock sank her tip into Lena’s inner resistance, and her cries of pleasure left her voice hoarse and raw. “Yes, make me take it deep. Spread me with your knot. I’ve earned the right to have it.”

It was a wonder she could say anything at all as Kara’s knot finally popped. Streams of seed spurted into Lena’s twitching opening, and Kara groaned as she drove it all home with a few hard thrusts. She slotted herself into Lena with a long moan of satisfaction and leaned forward as all of the tension in her body ebbed with her release.

Lena pumped her hand over the knot to massage out the rest of Kara’s seed. Her pussy ached a little from their first round, but it still accepted the new width of Kara’s swollen cock.

They repositioned themselves so that gravity would help Lena slowly push down on the thickened shaft.

“This is your first time with a knot inside you, isn’t it?” Kara asked, picking up on small clues that must have been too obvious to miss.

“What gave that away?” Lena chewed her lip and enjoyed the sensations of sliding her pussy over the incredibly warm and expanding knot. “Fuck, this feels so good.”

“The way you look right now and your pheromones.” Kara broke eye contact and stared at the ivory little crest between Lena’s thighs that came together in a blaze
of heated red at the opening to her cunt.

Lena bounced to express her agreement and moaned as she tugged on her own nipple piercings. She shouldn’t have been that eager to knot with someone she was just getting to know. It came with more risk, and Kara’s seed was already inside of her clenching wet pussy. Some of the white fluid ran down Kara’s shaft whenever she moved.

Lena whined and forced herself to overcome her restrictive inner tension. “I didn’t know what to expect, but I feel the urge to ride you for as long as possible.”

Her entrance hurt from the excessive swelling of Kara’s cock, but the sensation was nothing compared to the pleasure deeper inside.

Kara rested both hands on her rocking hips and did all she could to thrust at the right times for her. “Keep going, Lena. Stretch your pussy for as long as you want on my knot."

Lena nodded at the instructions and lifted off of the knot just to push it back in farther. “I’m going to feel this tomorrow and think of you.”

They might never see each other again, although Kara puffed up with pride on her face and shattered those worries. “Then you can also think about me flying back out here in a month so I can take you on another date and we can do this again.”


“I might be in heat at that time.” Lena knew that knotting would be an even more fulfilling experience if her body happened to be in peak condition for sex.

She loved the thought of it so much that she enveloped the circumference of the knot and took it all inside her cunt. The uncomfortable feeling subsided with the rigid pressure of the thick base rubbing into her sensitive little canal.

Kara ran her palms over Lena’s hips in soothing caresses and they both continued to massage her clit to extend the duration of knotting. “That’s a good girl. You’re full — you have every inch of my cock inside you now, and you’re wet and warm around my knot.”

Lena tucked her feet up and lifted her knees off of the bed, allowing all of the burden of her weight to shift to her pussy. She practiced that over and over again, and Kara’s cock stretched deeper inside of her cushiony heat.

By morning they knotted together three more times, and Kara not only extended her stay for another night, but also booked the tickets for her next visit.