So This is St. Patrick's Day

Description: The St. Patrick's Day continuation from the "So This is Christmas" verse.


Part 1: So This is Christmas:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/so-this-is-60116532

Part 2: So This is Love (Valentine's Day):
https://www.patreon.com/posts/so-this-is-love-62528539

Part 3: So This is Easter:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/so-this-is-65219972

Part 4: So This is Independence:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/so-this-is-68664211

Part 5: This is Halloween:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/this-is-73373672

Part 6: So This is Thanksgiving:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/75074947

Part 7: So This is Christmas Again:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/so-this-is-again-76247878

Part 8: So This is New Year:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/so-this-is-new-77540678


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St. Patrick’s Day ranked high on Lena’s list of favorite holidays, and not just because of her Irish blood. There was no obligation to spend the day with her family and she loved Guinness. She didn’t need any excuses to indulge in a pint, but she did a yearly toast to her heritage anyway, and on the off chance she happened to be in the company of any family members, she could at least get drunk enough to enjoy it for a change.

One problem was that her brother Lex was an Aries. Most of the time, Lena just sent a card without getting roped into an actual celebration, except Lex had the brilliant idea of throwing a party on St. Patrick's Day that year. He craftily sent the invitation to Kara, who RSVP’ed with the misguided belief that Lena wouldn’t want to miss it.

“Kara, I come from a family of Irish and German people, do you have any clue what your hangover will be like?”

Lena should have known her grave warning would only offend her mate.

Kara straightened to her full height and grinned at Lena while she postured with an absurd amount of bravado. “Hey, I can handle a drink. We did meet in a bar, after all.”

“Yeah, so, here’s the thing. I’ve seen you start to slur your words after four beers or a couple of glasses of wine. Which is normal, to be fair, but that?” Lena pressed her lips together and shook her head. The pity she directed towards Kara was laid on thick and she gave the alpha a light pat on her bicep as she imparted some harsh truth. “That’s like, the pre-drinksfor the drinks we’ll be having at Lex’s party. Do you see where I’m going with this?”

Kara squinted back at her with pursed lips, and after a moment of prolonged silence, she came to the wrong conclusion. “You think I’ll tap out before the night is fun, but I won’t. I love parties and celebrating your heritage.”

“Oh, my buff himbo genius,” Lena sighed and touched Kara’s face like she was a poor waif of a thing, incapable of holding her own with the rest of her in-laws.

“That’s an oxymoron.” Kara laughed and wrapped her arms around Lena with nothing but adoration on her handsome face.

“You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, or the peer pressure that’s going to have you drunk off your ass.” Lena didn’t have the heart to paint a better picture for her mate.

Kara would discover her mistakes soon enough, and Lena wasn’t sure if it would be hilarious or disastrous. As a Luthor, she should have known it would be a mixture of both. She had seen family members search the cabinets and drink the vanilla extract after cleaning the house out of cases of liquor.

Lex stocked up the home bar with everyone’s favorites and ordered catering for over fifty people. He liked to entertain as much as their mother did, but he didn’t get hung up on the minute details like decorations or a guest list. Lena wasn’t prepared to walk in and meet his new girlfriend dressed head-to-toe in green and shamrocks.

Eve Teschmacher gave off manic pixie dream girl vibes, and with Lillian’s complete approval, she created a lot of party games that Lex never would have agreed to play on his own.

“Oh, good, your sister is finally here!” Eve clapped her hands and stomped her heels on the carpet in excitement. She came to a mesmerized stop as Kara walked in toting a huge present.

Then came the hugs. Multiple hugs, not just one.

“God, I figured anyone who dated my brother would have more intellect,” Lena muttered under her breath with a leery glance at Kara, who was still recovering from getting squeezed so many times.

“Something tells me he’s interested in her other attributes.” Kara tilted her head and grimaced as she nodded to where Lex was blatantly looking down Eve’s shirt while she bounced joyfully in front of him.

“Let’s go get drinks. Right now.” Lena headed off to the bar in disgust with the distinct feeling they would need the alcohol just to get through the meet-and-greets. She poured two shots of Jameson and slid one to Kara who was eyeing up the pretty bottle display of Bailey’s with keen interest.

“You know, I’ve never actually tried that and it sounds delicious.” Kara raised her brows hopefully and leaned closer to the display with the intent to help herself.

It wasn’t just Kara’s sweet tooth that drew her to that drink. It was the alcohol content, which was much lower than straight Whiskey. Lena smirked at her mate’s clever scheme and put an end to it before she could pour herself a single sip.

“And you probably won’t get that chance tonight because those are for my mother and her cousins.” Lena carefully set the Bailey’s aside and ignored the hawkish way several of the older omegas watched them at the bar.

“But there’s six bottles,” Kara pointed out in bewilderment. Her smile was baffled but adorable, and she blinked at the rest of the bar as if just realizing it was better stocked than most liquor stores.

“And if you want to keep all ten of your fingers, you’ll steer clear of them,” Lena cautioned.

She motioned to the shot of Jameson as she lifted up her own. Over Kara’s shoulder she could see her mother approaching, and if that wasn’t incentive enough to swallow back the amber liquid, seeing her father dressed up as leprechaun did the trick.

“Your mom loves me and would totally share.” Kara’s smug reminder was funnier when she slammed back the shot and her face twisted in revulsion. “Oh god, it’s like paint thinner.”

Lena passed her a can of Guinness to chase it and smirked at the way Kara gulped it down without breathing. “Pace yourself, darling, or you’ll be smashed before you’re through all the introductions, and everyone will brand you a light-weight.”

“How does your liver still function?” Kara balked.

She would have to wait for an answer because Lillian cooed her name from across the room and all of her cousins flocked around them.

“Kara, you remember Great Aunt Johanna and all of my cousins, don’t you? From left to right: Eileen, Susan, Bridget and Kate.”

Lillian allowed her family the space for greetings and looped her arm over Kara’s shoulder in welcome.

Lena smirked at the touchy-feely members of her family and how her mother passed Kara around from bosom to bosom. The scent of Guerlain Shalimar and Chanel No. 5 was going to be all over Kara by the end of the night.

“It’s so nice to see you all again,” Kara managed in between smotherings. “How has everyone been?”

“We were just talking about how muscular you are,” Eileen cut in, stealing the much coveted spotlight from her sisters. “I baked you a loaf of my famous soda bread, but Susan said you probably don’t even eat carbs.”

“Are you kidding? I love carbs. I eat them all of the time and I’m excited to try your soda bread.” Kara reached out for the saran-wrapped gift with a joyful smile.

“Yeah, because it’ll help soak up all of the alcohol you’re going to consume tonight,” Lena whispered slyly.

Kara’s flustered complexion gave away her guilt, though nobody else caught on to it. She tore into the cling wrap to break a chunk off the farl, but Bridget put a stop to it before her lips could even part.

“Whoa there, you can’t go digging into it without a good lashing of Irish butter.” Bridget took Kara by the shoulder in an attempt to lead her off to one of tables that was lined with an abundance of food. “Eileen's soda bread is dryer than her husband's personality.”

“Don’t be listening to Bridget. She’s still bitter that her alpha prefers my Guinness cake to hers,” Eileen cut in, and slipped her arm through Kara’s like she meant to wrestle her out of Bridget's clutches.

“Ladies, let’s not dig up old drama in front of our guest,” Lillian intercepted Kara with wide eyes that warned her family to tone it down.

Lena knew from experience that it wouldn’t work. She snorted at the petulant behavior of the older omegas, who held grudges and never held their tongues.

“What guest?” Susan chimed in and used the question as an excuse to squeeze Kara’s bicep. “Kara’s part of the family, and it’s time she knew the ins and outs of it. Like the reason we don’t let Kate in the kitchen on account of her pyro tendencies.”

“You drop one candle and suddenly everyone fears for their lives,” Kate bemoaned and pointed at Susan in accusation. “Maybe if your cake had been baked better, the icing wouldn’t have slid off it.”

“That tablecloth belonged to my mother and you singed the Virgin Mary right off it!” Susan ranted, as if the debacle had happened yesterday and not two decades ago.

“You know I think I’ll just save the soda bread for later and go wish Lex a quick happy birthday.” Kara tucked the farl beneath her arm like a football and extracted herself out of the group of omegas while she still had the chance.

“Wise choice,” Lena snickered and made her own escape before her mother’s cousins roped her into any discussion of babies.

She walked off to the parlor where Lex was lurking with a couple of friends. Kara juggled her soda bread and the huge present for her brother-in-law.

“Hey, Lex, this is a pre-release gadget that I thought you would like.” Kara placed the box in front of him and lifted up the paper-wrapped lid to reveal a robotic sleeve and an eye-piece.

Lena took it upon herself to explain the gift. “It’s like VR, but better, because the robotics communicate with your nerves to deliver a real, visceral experience. Soon everyone will have one.”

“Just wanted I’ve always needed. This will revolutionize game-play,” Lex replied with genuine appreciation. He marveled over the tech by turning it in his hands and checking out its basic components. “Though there are certain aspects of the gaming world I’d rather not experience first-hand. Tea-bagging comes to mind.”

“Tea bags?” Eve cocked her head like a confused puppy.

“Not the kind you keep in the kitchen.” Lena responded with alarm to the direction the conversation was taking. “On that note, maybe we should play some actual party games.”

She normally wouldn’t put herself through that torture, but it was a much better option than explaining anything to her brother’s naïve girlfriend.

“Hey, that’s a wonderful idea,” Eve squeakily declared and hurried off to gather a bunch of supplies.

Nobody knew what was in store for them when Eve returned five minutes later in a different green dress decorated with four-leaf clovers that appeared to be stuck all over the fabric. Two of which were slapped right over her breasts, and she jiggled them enticingly in Lex’s face.

“If you want to win some wonderful prizes, you’re going to need the luck of the Irish,” Eve called out to get everyone’s attention.

It wasn’t the high pitch of her voice that gave her the command of the room. Some of the alphas gawked at her skimpy outfit, and omegas elbowed their mates to pick their jaws up off the floor.

Eve looked totally in her element with all eyes on her, and she bounced in excitement right in front of Lex. “Behind each sticker on my dress is a four digit number and it’s your job to find the right balloon to match it. Once you’ve hunted it down, you have to bring it outside and stick it to an omega of your choice. If you manage to pop the balloon without using your hands on the first try, you win the prize inside!”

“What happens if you don’t pop it?” Kara asked with a crinkle between her brows that said she was taking the rules seriously.

“Someone else gets the opportunity to either keep their prize, or trade it in for a chance to win yours.” Eve’s excitement wasn’t nearly as contagious as she probably hoped. But she twirled to show off the abundance of stickers that littered her minidress. “Everyone gets one sticker, except for Lex, who gets two because it’s his birthday.”

“There’s no way my brother will go along with this,” Lena drawled with the full knowledge that Lex scoffed at party games and the embarrassment of anyone forcing him to play them.

“I don’t know about that,” Kara muttered with a vague gesture in his direction. “He seems pretty happy that he’s getting his hands on her lucky charms.”

Kara wasn’t wrong.

Lena stared at Lex’s enthusiastic way of practically cupping his girlfriend’s tits to
remove both stickers off of them.

“Did I mention the top prize is a week in the Bahamas, all inclusive?” Eve lilted when it seemed nobody else planned to participate. She achieved the unthinkable with that tidbit of information, and squealed joyously at the sudden rush of alphas who lunged forward to peel a sticker off of her dress.

“Get one!” Lena hissed, forsaking her own decency as she shoved Kara forward.


If they won, it would be compensation for sacrificing all of their holidays to spend them in the chaos of her family home.

Kara dashed in to retrieve a sticker and disappeared in between two alphas from Lena’s father’s side of the family. Eve benevolently peeled a sticker off her dress for Kara right before a stampede took place.

“3044!” Kara announced after her return. She stuck the clover sticker to the inside of her shirt pocket for safeguarding.

Lena smirked at the little precaution and turned to get a head start on searching through the balloons.

She hadn’t been interested in them before or noticed just how many were located all over the house. They were in every room, both helium-inflated and tossed on the floor. Balloon arches occupied most of the doorways and the staircase.

Eve hadn’t lied when she said everyone would need luck on their side to find a balloon with the corresponding numbers.

Lena waded through a lot of them and glanced at the digits, some of which exceeded four numbers.

In the middle of the chaos, Lex sent his friends to search different rooms, and while everyone was distracted, he dragged Eve upstairs with a lecherous grin.

Lena was disgusted, but mostly at herself for not thinking of luring Kara off for
some private fun while everyone else was busy.

She returned to Kara, who Eileen had cajoled into searching the top section of a balloon arch. Several of the older omegas were uttering their own numbers so Kara would look for them.

“5964,” Eileen repeated with an expectant look up at Kara.

“What about 8217?” Susan asked and almost tipped her drink down Kara as she inched closer to admire her muscles. “Lena’s lucky to have such a tall alpha at her disposal.”

“I think Sean’s found your number,” Lena lied and pointed to Susan’s husband and the total of five helium balloons he managed to tangle himself in.

“Thank you,” Kara wheezed the moment Lena took her by the hand and rushed them into one of the parlors.

They spent half an hour exclusively searching high and low for their balloon, but nothing prepared them for actually finding it.

The only luck on their side was bad luck as they entered the library to find her mother side- saddle on her father’s lap.

Lionel's hand was close to sliding under the hem on Lillian’s dress and the noisy smack of their lips came to a delayed stop as Lena shrieked, “No! We can see you!”

Her parents blinked back at her. Lillian’s mortified face broke into a smile and she stood up to greet them like they hadn’t been caught in the act. “Darling, we were just–”

“Leaving,” Lena hissed and almost blinded herself by slapping a hand across her eyes to stop herself from seeing something she might regret.

From the awkward way her father shuffled to his feet and stood precariously behind Lillian, Lena was certain she made the right choice.

Messy lip prints covered Lionel’s lips and cheeks, but also his shiny, bald head in more than one location.

Lena could tell Kara was staring at them just from the horrified silence. She nudged her mate out of her fugue state, and Kara gallantly rescued them from the awkwardness by snatching up the closest balloons and high-tailing it out of there.

“So that just happened. Do you need a minute to process?” Kara’s polite way of handling it would have worked with anyone else who functioned normally.

Lena just wasn’t that person. Her method of dealing with her parents being horrifically in love and still sexually active was to get black-out drunk.

“Oh, we’re not discussing it. In fact, there’s enough whiskey here for us to go blind, so let’s grab a bottle for the long ride home.”

“We can’t go yet,” Kara laughed and tried to lead Lena over to the side so they could talk.

“If you ever want to be inside me again, yes we are, because if I catch my parents canoodling one more time, my pussy will seal itself up forever.”

Lena wasn’t even joking. Another hit to her libido and it would be gone for good. There was only so much trauma a person could take before it ruined them completely, and she didn’t want to get to that stage.

Lena was fully intent on driving that point home when Kara held up their balloon with a victorious smirk.

“Well, don’t just stand there, get outside,” Lena intoned with the same sense of urgency she experienced moments ago.

They ran hand in hand through her relatives and friends and made their way out to the manicured garden at the back of the property. Spring flowers were in full bloom and several tables were set up alongside the hedges with shot glasses and booze of all sorts.

Eve stood nearby with several blemishes on her throat and a rosy glow to her cheeks. She was urging the alphas to tie the balloon around their omegas’ hips, and worse, encouraging them to pop them by slamming their hips into the omegas’ backsides.

“Eve can’t be serious,” Lena choked out, aghast by the sight of a great cousin dry-humping her wife to no avail. “Half our family is over fifty.”

The balloon refused to pop, and the rubbery squeak of it had everyone laughing.

“Ooh, Maura, it looks like you have to forfeit or take a shot to try again!” Eve giggled, and motioned for the grey-haired alpha to grab a drink.

“That wasn’t part of the rules.” Kara squinted at the ensuing ruckus but still tied the balloon around Lena’s hips and positioned it carefully over her ass with an absurd amount of eagerness.

Lena didn’t care how humiliating it was to participate in the competition, providing they won it. Kara could afford to fly her anywhere in the world, but that didn't factor into Lena's reasoning right then. They earned this trip by putting up with her mother's nonsense for over a year, and after her parents crashed their honeymoon, they were owed a do-over.

She tried to stay focused on that even as she caught sight of Lex sauntering over with two balloons to strap to Eve.

Lionel wasn’t far behind him with Lillian.

Lena whined for Kara to hurry up before she was forced to bear witness what was about to happen.

It wasn't shame that colored Lena’s cheeks when Kara grabbed her by the waist and began thrusting her pelvis. The quick and forceful thrust popped the balloon on the first try but the momentum rocked Lena forward and she instinctively pushed back against Kara.

The loud cheering and laughter drowned out her moan, yet Kara picked up on it. Lena knew because she felt the distinct poke of Kara’s cock pressing into her before they separated.

Being fast wasn’t the win Lena was hoping for, since it meant they got to see Lex try to pop his balloons. The quickened slam of his hips dropped Eve to her knees and Lena fought the urge to claw out her own eyes when Lex crouched down to continue. His stupid and stubborn attitude of never giving up meant everyone knew his style in the bedroom, which was, apparently, just like their father’s style.

Lillian had the good grace to grab onto a table, and Lionel popped the balloon after several short but vigorous attempts.

“I’m filled with so many regrets.” Lena groaned, agonized by the worst information to have about her closest relatives. She was ready to suggest they work on some sort of tech to wipe memories when Kara used her claim pheromones to hold all of her attention.

“How would you like to be filled with something else?” Kara raised her eyebrows suggestively

Before Lena could react, her mate lifted a gold token with the number 4 on it. It must have come out of the balloon, and she handed it off to Eve, who gleefully gave her the corresponding envelope with their prize.

Lena tore it open to reveal a golden coupon for a  helicopter ride over the nearest city. She glumly tucked it away and proceeded to pout. Fortunately, Kara was better at acting than her, and played it up like they won the top prize.

“Hey, wow, this going to be a wonderful couples’ experience.” Kara raised the glinting coupon up to catch the sun.

Since they already popped their balloon, nobody could steal it, so Kara came up with the genius idea of arm wrestling the other alphas who wanted to switch prizes.

Nobody knew what anyone else had won, and the secrecy drummed up the excitement. Kara rolled her sleeves above elbows and the rich musk of competition circulated with the drinks everyone passed around.

Kara turned out to be a charming but rowdy drunk. She flexed and postured and made a big deal of pulling up two chairs to one of the tables in the garden. “Does anyone want to arm wrestle for the right to swap prizes?”

“You should have to drink a shot beforehand, or nobody will stand a chance.” Ian, one of the younger cousins, motioned to Kara’s muscular arms and tried flexing his own as his girlfriend pouted. “Look at those things. She could bend steel.”

“Just say you’re afraid of losing and move on,” Lena taunted and slapped their envelope onto the table to up the ante.

“If it evens the playing field, I’ll take the shot, but only if you do,” Kara counter-offered.

Either Kara had forgotten the majority of Lena’s family could drink their own body weight, or she was trying to show off.

Lena loved the cockiness her mate exuded. Eve hurried over with two glasses and filled them to the brim with a single malt Tullamore D.E.W.

Kara smiled in relief when she knocked the drink back and didn’t gag.

It filled Lena with immeasurable pride, and she stepped back as Ian sat down with
a grunt of determination and slid his own envelope onto the table.

“Winner takes both prizes,” Eve yelled to the crowd around them.

Ian already looked like the pressure was getting to him as he swallowed the liquid courage and clasped Kara’s hand with a fierce grit of his teeth.

Someone counted down from three, and before Ian could even brace himself, Kara slammed his knuckles into table.

Lena’s family roared in amusement, and for ten minutes straight, Kara knocked back shots and put half the alphas in the family to shame.

Lena had never been so turned on at a family gathering in all her life, and her private claimed pheromones called out to Kara. They were stronger with every win Kara had under her belt, and the stack of envelopes piled higher and higher.

Most of the alphas who sat at the table with Kara didn’t care about winning prizes. They saw it as a test of strength to see how long they could last before losing.

Some were as pitiful as Ian, but a couple challenged Kara. They swapped soft snarls and grunts of exertion, and not a single omega watched on without glassy-eyed awe.

Lena had to step in and put an end to it when she caught Kara closing one eye to focus. It had nothing to do with the fact that Eve was rubbing Kara’s shoulders or how her mother was gawking at her wife like she was the prize they had all won.

“Alright, everyone, we’ll give someone else a chance,” Lena declared and caught Kara grinning up at her with the most radiant smile, like she was unaware of the headache she would wake up with in the morning.

Kara stood up to discover her legs were jelly and almost tipped the table in the process. She balanced herself by grabbing the back of the chair, and Lena slipped her mate’s arm over her shoulders to keep her steady.

“We’ll only take one of the prizes! Share the rest among yourselves.” Kara swiped one random option off the table and pushed it into Lena’s hands.

It would have been sweet if her eyes weren’t glued to Lena’s tits, but in her tipsy state, Kara was focused on one thing.

Lena smirked at her mate’s soft rumbling as she stepped closed and tried to nuzzle into her claim. “Why don’t we find you something to eat to soak up all that liquor, hmm?”

Kara seemed agreeable to the suggestion, and Lena was careful to guide her mate inside without bumping into anyone who might convince them to share another drink.

She steered her in the direction of the kitchen, and Kara grabbed thick slices of cake, fruit, and several sub sandwiches with choice cuts of meat and expensive cheeses.

Lena didn’t expect Kara to wrap the plate in foil and drag her out of the kitchen before her ass even landed on one of the stools by the breakfast nook.

“And where do you think you're going?” Lena scoffed, wholly unprepared for the way her world was about to turn upside down. 


Literally.

Kara, in all of her muscled glory, chose to flex her strength by hoisting Lena over her shoulder while nobody was in the hallway.

How she didn’t drop the plate or trip as she ascended the stairs was either pure blind luck, or otherwise a testament to how single-minded her alpha could be.

“Oh, there’s something I’ve wanted to eat all day but I don’t think your family would appreciate seeing it.” Kara laughed and paused in her tracks once she reached Lena’s old bedroom.

It took Lena a second to realize Kara was waiting for her to open the door, and she held the hair out of her face to find the knob. It was on the tip of Lena’s tongue to joke about that, but Kara strode in to playfully drop her onto the queen size bed.

“You’re not as tipsy as I expected you to be,” Lena mused and caught her lip between her teeth as Kara locked the door and swaggered over to the bed. “Explain yourself, because I saw you drink five shots down there.”

“I ate every crumb of that soda bread while we searched for our balloon. You just didn’t notice because everyone else was acting crazy. I pretended I was drunk so I could get you all to myself.” Kara’s smug grin turned sly and her eyes lidded with lust as Lena stretched out on the bed and opened her legs.

The split of her green dress rose higher on Lena’s thigh and she raised her knee to flash the soaked little thong that clung to her pussy.

“That better be the only thing you fake tonight,” Lena warned with a flick of her lashes, even though Kara was never able to hide her pleasure.

The fabric of Kara’s pants revealed her arousal, and she lunged for Lena with a groan at the back of her throat. Even if Lena had wanted to play coy, there was no escaping Kara’s fast reflexes.

Kara snared Lena by the ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Then she sank onto her knees and buried her face between Lena’s thighs.

Lena whined at the intimate nuzzle against her cunt and instinctively rolled her pelvis to rub herself against Kara’s face. ““Did you know this is what you were doing to me when you were showing off? Were you hoping I’d get this wet just from watching you dominate with your strength?”

“I know exactly how to turn my wife on, and yes, I thoroughly exploited it for my own gain,” Kara gloated, and tugged on the waistband of Lena’s thong with her teeth. She teased the fabric off of Lena’s slippery lips and then ruined the thong by ripping it free.

The sexual aggression sent flutters of need through Lena’s cunt and Kara felt them with the tip of her tongue as she licked between her folds.

The soft glide ended with a swirl over Lena’s swollen clit and Kara puckered around it with a moan.

The languid lapping against her sensitive bud brought Lena’s knees together and she writhed as Kara pushed two fingers into her. “I think I’m the real winner here, oh—fuck me with your fingers–”

“That’s it, baby, lie back and let me lick you so you can take more.” Kara coaxed Lena’s legs into a wider spread and crooked her fingers to strum into the deeper striations inside. She flicked her tongue with rapid precision and drew Lena’s clit into her mouth to lavish it faster.

Lena would have done anything Kara asked, providing her mate continued to orally worship her.

The firm caress of Kara’s fingertips against her upper wall shortened Lena’s breaths and relaxed her internally. Warm slick formed at her entrance with every thrust, and Kara coated a third finger in the natural lubricant before sliding it into her cunt.

“You stretch so beautifully for me, Lena. Your pussy always looks so good no matter which way I fill it.” Kara murmured the praises right into Lena’s glossy lips and pumped her fingers at a loving pace. She pressed noisy kisses to Lena’s clit and used her soft lips to stimulate the sensitive pearl between ardent sucks and quickened flutters of her tongue.

“You like seeing how much I can take. You’ll have me bouncing on your knot before we return to the party.” Lena’s confidence had her lifting up her knees and she groaned at the eager way Kara tongued at her.


She wished she could see herself opening for Kara’s spread fingers and undulated into the slick sensation.

The extra tension inside was nowhere near as wonderful as being forced open by Kara’s thick girth. Lena whined for more, and gasped when she thought Kara was going to give it.

“Or maybe this is all you’re getting so we’re not gone for too long.” Kara teased her by sliding her fingers in and out and left Lena empty as she plunged her tongue inside.

The voracious greed she displayed stunned Lena into silence and for a breathless moment all she could do was tangle her hand in Kara’s hair and ride her handsome face.

“You’d never be able to walk away without rutting my cunt first. And since you ruined my thong, all of your seed will have nowhere to go.” Lena’s conviction brought her ass up and Kara grabbed fistfuls of it to pull her closer to her mouth.

Kara popped her lips over Lena’s clit to tease the very tip with the flat of her tongue. She looped around the tender hood and pushed it back with every whorl she painted. “What would that make you, Lena?”

The sultry question brightened Lena’s cheeks and she imagined the sight of her pussy thoroughly used and covered in Kara’s warm cream. They fooled around enough times while Lena went commando for her to know what Kara would call her, though she had never said it herself until now.

“Your messy girl–”

“That’s right, and if you want a full pussy, you’ll have to come hard for me first. Squeeze my fingers so I know you’re ready for me, and I’ll give you everything.” Kara twisted her fingers as she inserted three of them, and the corkscrew motion rubbed her knuckles into Lena’s delicate ridges.

The friction was sublime, and paired with the hot suction on her clit, Lena could do little else except submit to the pleasure. She locked her thighs around Kara’s head and tightened her grip in the alpha’s hair as bliss coiled in her abdomen and tightened her core. She hissed as the first spasm clamped around Kara’s crooked fingers, and then whined at the loss when Kara pulled out to feel the quiver of her cunt with her tongue.

She was still contracting as Kara licked into her pussy with encouraging moans and then suddenly stood up to strip off.


The next thing Lena knew she was on her feet while slick trickled down her inner thighs. They weren’t done yet, and her salacious scent beckoned Kara to continue touching her.

“Someone can’t wait to get me out of this,” Lena lilted and brushed her hair out of the way so Kara could unzip her without any hassle.

“It’s not your dress I plan on ruining,” Kara rumbled against her throat and then nipped the claim there. She pulled the chair away from Lena’s vanity and placed it in front of the slender floor length mirror before she sat down and patted her lap. “You wanted to bounce, and I want to see you take my knot like a good girl.”

“I hope you know I wouldn’t do this for just anyone.” Lena punctuated her statement with a haughty raised brow and situated herself above Kara.

The imposing length of the erection grazed her pussy lips, and Lena slid two fingers along her shimmery seam to position Kara at her entrance. She refused to lower herself just yet, and clenched deliberately so Kara could feel the tease of her silken heat against the broad circumference of her tip.

“Since we’re married, I get all of the extra perks. Sit down, Lena, and take everything I have to give you.” It was less of a request and more of a demand with the heavy weight of Kara’s hands on her hips.

They both groaned at how easily she took the first three inches, and Lena rocked herself in increments to sink lower on the rest. She went gradually to rile Kara’s alpha, not once letting her ass touch Kara’s thighs until her mate growled in frustration and tugged her down.

“Kara–” Lena gasped, unable to sit still as her instincts took over.

The amorous scent changed with the richer notes of lust and she moaned as Kara palmed at her tits.

The eroticism of facing a mirror wasn’t lost on Lena, because there was no hiding from her own reflection. She could see quite intimately how the color of her eyes darkened with desire and that every muscle strained with her need for pleasure.

The hot little enclave between her thighs was rosy and wet, and the faster she bounced, the redder it became. The sway of her hips pushed her labia apart and Kara soothed the throb of her clit with two fingers that brushed over the little peak.

To see herself in such a wild state heightened her feral urgency, and she bounced herself faster by clasping Kara’s knees for leverage. The higher she went, the harder she landed, and the staccato slap pushed Kara’s cock deeper into her warmth.

“Keep going, baby, you feel so good wrapped around me.” Kara grunted and tensed her thighs to buck upward.


The added push jolted Lena higher, and Kara massaged at her breasts. Lena’s soft nipples brightened and hardened from Kara’s pinching fingertips.

The sting of her backside faded to sexual heat that radiated between them, and Lena took command of their pleasure with a few deliberate clenches.

The strong contractions brought Kara’s hips up, and Lena pushed them right back down with the force of her slams.

“If I’m the one doing the work, then I’m the one in charge, and I’ll take your knot whenever I decide to have it.”

“Are you sure about that? I could have you begging if I bounced you myself.”

Kara’s brag ended with a sudden onslaught of thrusts and Lena surrendered to the force with a shuddery moan.

Kara wasn’t wrong, and the garbled sound of Lena’s cries went up in pitch with the quicker tempo.

When it came to stamina and raw power, Lena was outmatched, and she loved how effortlessly her alpha could take back control. Kara’s scorching knot-base was swelling already, and Lena keened as she witnessed the enormity of it slapping her between the thighs.

The perpetual collision felt wonderful against her clit and she rubbed herself so Kara could manually rock her hips.

“God it’s so hot to see you touching yourself. Are you trying to prepare your pussy so it will accept everything inside it? You want all of it to fit, don’t you?”

“Fuck yes, I need it—I need it so badly, Kara, please–”

Lena had long since learned there were two things that Kara absolutely couldn’t refuse even if she tried. One of them was food if it was offered, and the other was her wife begging. Lena had tested her theory with all sorts of requests, and even if they weren’t sexual, the minute she pouted and said please, Kara gave her whatever she wanted.

Now was no different, and she draped her legs over Kara’s so they could both watch the frantic slam of the knot pushing into her glossy little opening. The lewd sound of being stuffed full was nothing compared to Kara’s determined grunts of pleasure. Every warm puff of breath blew Lena’s hair across her cheek and she craned back as the giant size finally slipped into her cunt to fully expand.

The intense pressure set off her orgasm, and Lena shuddered as she simultaneously felt and saw Kara’s cock jerk in spontaneous release. Ropes of seed flooded her tunnel and Kara held onto her as they rocked together to get every last drop out of her shaft.

She massaged her clit with her back and forth motions and quivered through her thighs from the aftershocks. The knot would keep them together for at least fifteen minutes, and since their honeymoon, Lena learned how to make her bliss last that long.

Kara nuzzled into the back of her shoulder, and Lena could see where her eyes wandered in the mirror. “I still can’t believe how lucky I am. I know I say that a lot, but you’re just so special and amazing—”

“Are you talking to me or my tits, Kara?” Lena smirked at the beet-red reflection of her wife and turned just enough to feel the heat of Kara’s lips near her throat.

“You,” Kara emphasized needlessly.

“I know,” Lena laughed and bit her lip as she studied the image in front of her and melted into the safety and warmth of Kara’s arms. “We’re beyond lucky.”