So This is Thanksgiving

Description: The Thanksgiving continuation of the So This is Christmas saga.

Part 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/so-this-is-60116532
Part 2: https://www.patreon.com/posts/so-this-is-love-62528539
Part 3: https://www.patreon.com/posts/so-this-is-65219972
Part 4: https://www.patreon.com/posts/so-this-is-68664211
Part 5: https://www.patreon.com/posts/this-is-73373672 

Word count: 6,102

The end of November was a time of drastic change in Lena’s life — and not just because she was engaged to a rich tech entrepreneur. She tweaked a prototype for Kara one morning and impressed the company’s product and development team with her eclectic skill set. That led to other opportunities for Lena to give pointers to Kara’s Junior engineers, which in turn helped her to feel less like an accessory on her mate’s arm.


Lena looked forward to becoming an influential power couple, and for once, she was excited about the upcoming holidays, because she now had traditions of her own to enjoy.

It also helped that she noticed her heat would start one week before Thanksgiving and continue through the holiday weekend — and that Kara’s rut would sync up naturally at the same time.

It could have been awkward to spend the holiday with their whole family under those circumstances, but all of the Luthors would be celebrating Thanksgiving with Kara’s family and friends at a lodge in the mountains. That meant Lena and Kara could have dinner with everyone and then hole-up in their suite for the rest of the night.


Lena’s plans seemed perfect, and that was the main reason she should have realized they were going to go horribly wrong.

She expected her heat to kick-in around the middle of November — but Kara’s rut started, an entire week went by, and Lena’s heat refused to begin. It put her in an anxious state for their arrival at Kara’s parents’ house, and to the make the afternoon all the more difficult, they walked in to total chaos.

Twelve of Kara’s friends and her extended family greeted them at the front door and bustled around tossing suitcases in the foyer.


“Hey, everyone’s here!” Kara cheerfully declared and led Lena straight into a twenty-minute hug-fest.


Lena had never been the hugging type until Kara came into her life. Esmé clung to her legs while Kara’s older cousin Clark nearly bear-hugged the life out of her.

It likely wasn’t the best time to sneak away to the bathroom and take a rapid pregnancy test, nor was it easy for Lena to pee with so much commotion outside the bathroom. But it would have been far worse to handle the suspense for days on end while surrounded by their families.

Lena went to the nearest bathroom and attempted to close herself in, but the lock was broken. She had to pee with one foot jammed against the door.

“This better not be positive,” Lena hissed when she finally stuck the test in the cup and attempted to time it on her watch. “My heat is just late. This has nothing to do with Kara rawing me a million ways while in rut.”

“Lena, are you in there?” Alex called out and knocked at the barely-shut door. “Esme needs to go pee, and she’ll only use this bathroom because of the dog painting on the wall.”

Lena had no time to work through a plan with the test in her hand. She opened the cupboard under the sink and stashed it away, then dumped out the cup and threw it into the trash.

“Just washing my hands,” Lena lied and turned on the sink to clean herself up.

She would have to retrieve the test and its results later on.

That proved to be easier thought than done. In no short order, Eliza and Jeremiah whisked her into the middle of some pre-flight lunch.

Lena actively fought off one of Kara’s friends who tried to ply her with wine, and Alex, who seemed ready to force feed her a cream cheese bagel with lox after she refused it.

If that wasn’t bad enough, Lena’s family arrived ten minutes later with at least two extra suitcases each. The foyer of the Danvers’ household transformed into a giant Jenga game with her father and Jeremiah trying to stack suitcases to clear a path.

It wouldn’t have bothered Lena, except she had packed some extra things in her own suitcase so she could be as stuffed as the turkey this Thanksgiving. She neglected to inform Kara of her surprise, and she broke out in a cold sweat when Jeremiah dropped her suitcase.

She held her breath in case her luggage started buzzing and finally relaxed when Kara sidled up beside her with a grin. “Breathe, Lena. In less than three hours, we’ll be at the lodge and after dinner, we’ll have a cabin all to ourselves.”

“Good, because this feels like my own personalized version of hell. Whoever came up with forced family dinners was a sadist,” Lena lamented and suppressed a sigh at the sight of her mother encroaching. She leaned heavily into Kara with the hope that she would be hidden by her mate’s buff arms.

Her mother bypassed them entirely and headed into the middle of the foyer to make a joy-ruining announcement. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I just received a notification that our flight has been canceled. It seems Midvale is going to be snowed in for Thanksgiving.”

“But we got in okay,” Lionel pointed out as he ducked to peer out the front windows.

“Those are the breaks of living in a mountainous rural area,” Alex remarked with a toothy smile and grabbed the skis that were resting against the wall.

“Could you be any happier that our trip got canceled?” Kara complained, though her misery had less to do with missed opportunities on the slopes and more to do with her oncoming rut.

“What can I say? I’m not interested in sliding down an icy slope and shattering every bone in my body.” Alex shrugged and stuffed the ski equipment deeper behind a couple of coats in the back of a large closet.

“You can’t mean that,” Clark protested and dropped his suitcase near one of the piles. “It was going to be a lot of fun, and I bet Esmé was looking forward to finally getting to ski this year.”

Clark draped around his wife’s shoulders, and Lois smiled brightly as she zeroed in on Alex with a playful squint. “He’s right. Where’s your sense of adventure?”

“In the kitchen with the wine,” Alex dryly admitted and managed to get all of one step before Kelly snagged her by the elbow to teether her in place.

“The wine can wait, but sorting out sleeping arrangements can’t,” Kelly murmured under her breath and surreptitiously eyed the large group of relatives and friends all stuck under one roof. “Where are we meant to keep twenty people in your mom’s home? There’s like four guest bedrooms, max.”

“Who cares?” Kara grumbled with a huffy pout to her lips and avoided Lena’s sharp prod to her side. “The question should be what do we feed them? None of us thought we would be here, and we can’t exactly order a whole Thanksgiving dinner.”

The realization that they would potentially be eating crackers and whatever other non-perishables from the pantry spurred Alex forward with a loud and concerned, “Mooom.”

The funny thing about having an entire horde of people in one space was their ability to become a hivemind. Lena watched as Clark and Lois followed after Alex, and an inevitable conga line of guests all tailed behind in abject horror that they would be starved for the holiday. Everyone seemed intent on crowding Eliza in a panic, except for Kara, who stood by with a sly smile forming at the corners of her mouth.

“What just happened, and why did you form a hangry mob to attack your mother?” Lena questioned in surprise as she gawked at her alpha.

Kara took her hand and snuck off towards the stacked luggage to retrieve their bags while the rest of them were distracted. “Only two of the guest bedrooms have an en suite, so if you don’t want to end up sleeping on the sofa with half our family, you’ll stash our luggage in there.”

“Me? Aren’t you going to help me?” Lena indignantly spat and wheezed at the abrupt way Kara shoved her bag into her arms and ushered her toward the stairs.

A few people realized what was happening and yelled to alert the others, and Kara jogged backwards with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I am. By taking care of dinner. If you think they’re bad now, just imagine if we didn’t have turkey.”

Lena watched her future mate scamper off before the reality of her bleak Thanksgiving set in and she hurried to nab the biggest room. The instant she threw herself down on the comfortable king size bed, she experienced a sense of relief.

She fluffed a pillow to tuck behind her head, and just as she was prepared to relax, her heat jump-started out of nowhere. At first, she couldn’t determine whether to be happy or distressed that she would be coping with her hormones over the Thanksgiving weekend. Her cunt twinged for Kara’s touch, and she unzipped her suitcase to grab her vibrator. It wasn’t rational to get off when anyone could barge in and challenge her for the room, but she locked the door and did it anyway.

After the delay in its arrival, Lena’s heat struck with a vengeance. She hiked her pants down before even making it to the bed and turned on loud music to hide the buzzing. Her pussy soaked through her thong, and she rubbed her slick clit with her fingertips until it was obvious she needed more.

Kara texted her a picture of a local farmstead and a small stand that was selling vegetables and pies. Lena returned the favor by sending a short video of the first moments of penetration. The thick cock in her hand was no match for Kara’s, but she liked sharing the risky clip with her mate.

“I grabbed the best guest room. Hurry home soon,” Lena begged and circled her clit frantically with the realization that might have to move the wedding up.

There was no way she would make it through Christmas and New Year’s without letting Kara pound her without protection while they were in heat and rut.

She took leisurely strokes while Kara sent back demands that pleaded for Lena to fill her cunt.

A stream of texts came through like jingle bells. The rapid ding ding ding  brought a smirk to Lena’s lips, and she made sure to part the ones of her pussy to take a few more snaps for her mate.

I love that you’re full of surprises, but I want to see you full of that toy.

Show me how hard you’re going to take me when I get home.

I want to feel you clench around me like that. Go deeper.

Lena followed the orders as she read them, her hand quick between her thighs as her eyes danced over the texts. She writhed on the bed with her hips pumping upwards and moaned airily in pleasure.

She had no way of knowing it would turn to frustration quite so soon, as if her omega realized it was being tricked, and her alpha wasn’t the one rutting her open.

She tried a number of things as she chased her bliss — from presenting on her knees to concentrating on the aching swell of her clit to outright riding the vibrator with a pillow tucked between her thighs as she pinched and rolled her nipples.

Lena worried her pitiful whines could be heard over the music and her frantic undulations brought her closer to an edge she normally would have reached easily.

It could have been all of the sex she had with Kara that made it harder to reach climax on her own. Nothing could compare to her alpha, and even showing off wasn’t on par with having Kara’s hands on her waist controlling her movements.

Half an hour later, she thoroughly saturated the sheets beneath her in slick and people had noticed her absence. Alex and Winn texted her to see if she was okay, and Lena grudgingly gave up and got dressed. She made her way downstairs to find most of the guests drinking and laughing, and the others whispering among themselves.

Lena was inclined to follow the booze now that she was pretty sure she wasn’t pregnant. She eagerly accepted a drink from Nia, who immediately dragged her over to the other group to dish the latest gossip. “Okay, so while you were MIA–”

“I was looking for a room to get changed in,” Lena explained curtly.

“Brian found a pregnancy test. Someone here must be pregnant, and we’re trying to figure out who,” Nia whispered and cast a glance over her shoulder at the rest of the guests.

Maybe it was the obvious signs of her heat that stopped anyone side-eying her out of speculation, but Lena’s heart threatened to drop as she sipped her wine and hissed, “No way, where is the test?”

“I disposed of it in the trash once I realized what I was holding. My hands may never be clean again,” Brian dramatically lamented and Nia snorted into her drink.

Lena wanted to glean more information, and her lip quivered as she tried to form any words. She took too long, and by the time she worked up the courage to ask how many lines were on the stick, Kara walked in with Clark and a few other alphas all laden with snow and bags of food.

Everyone pitched in to help, and soon the kitchen was full of delicious smells and gossip. Lena wanted to gulp down several glasses of wine, but common sense prevented her from doing it. She did however sneak away to the bathroom to search the trash for the test.

Someone must have already taken it out, since it was empty and new hand towels hung on the silver rack by the door.

“Looking for something?” Lillian pried as she caught sight of Lena skulking about with her nearly-full wine glass.

“You know, most people wish they had parents who were always there, but I don’t think they realize what a nightmare it can be when that’s literal.” Lena attempted to ditch her mother in the hall, but Lillian wrangled her back by the elbow.

“I sent out your wedding invitations,” Lillian bluntly hissed and pulled Lena aside before any of their guests could overhear her lecture. “I suppose it wasn’t a moment too soon.”

“What are you implying?” Lena asked in a scandalized whisper and panicked that her mother knew about the pregnancy test.

“Is there friction between you and Kara? You didn’t accompany her to pick up any of the groceries.” Lillian ushered her into the den and pinned her with a look of warning. “Kara is the best alpha I’ve ever laid eyes on. Apart from your father, of course. I hope you haven’t ruined this.”

Lena rolled her eyes and shook her mother’s hand off her arm. “Of course not. Kara wanted me to grab a room before they were all taken.”

“Then why are you out here and not in there helping your mate?” Lillian gestured vaguely towards where the delicious smells originated and narrowed her eyes in judgment. “What is Eliza going to think if you shirk your duties in the kitchen?”

“My duties?” Lena reeled from the remark and nearly sloshed wine all down herself as she pointed out her mother’s hypocrisy. “This isn’t the fifties and you’ve spent your entire life using caterers!”

Lillian lifted the wine out of Lena’s grasp to take a dainty sip. “Oh, your father didn’t care about that–”

“Neither will Kara,” Lena argued with a defensive jut of her chin. She couldn’t believe the ridiculous way her mother was behaving and came precariously close to ranting in earshot of their friends.

“Do you really want to risk it?” Lillian sagely asked and followed Lena’s line of sight. “We’re surrounded by the core group of people you’ll be spending every holiday with for the rest of your life once you marry Kara. Do you think they won’t notice you left her to slave in the kitchen all alone?”

“Oh for—she’s not alone—Alex and her cousin–” Lena closed her mouth and her mother looked entirely too smug that she had made a valid point.

“I really hate you sometimes,” Lena hissed and sighed at the smirk on her mother’s lips. “Of course you would take that as a compliment and not a criticism.”

“Well, you’d have to mean it for it to hurt me, and spite is a particularly good motivator in our family,” Lillian retorted and ushered Lena forward with a hand on her back.

Lena stumbled into the kitchen rather unceremoniously and bumped into Kara, who turned to greet her with a bright smile.

“I was wondering where you were,” Kara rumbled, and from the way her gaze trailed down Lena, it was clear she thought she had gone back to the bedroom.

“Oh, I was just catching up with people. Is there anything you’d like me to handle?” Lena asked flirtatiously as she brought her hand to Kara’s thigh.

She was scant inches from fondling her cock and would have if Alex hadn’t turned to take her up on the offer.

“Grate these sweet potatoes with me and I’ll show you how to make my favorite latkes.” Alex handed her a peeled sweet potato and Lena tried to conceal her misery.

“I’m in charge of the stuffing,” Kara mentioned with a slow grin and sidled next to Lena to wrap her up in the strong scent of her rut.

“Oh, always,” Lena flirted back before her brain caught up with her mouth and she turned a mortified red when Clark laughed.

“Speaking of stuffing,” Nia interjected with a glance around at every omega in their close circle. “Is anyone going to fess up to taking that pregnancy test?”

Lena almost sliced a finger off with the peeler as the topic reverted back to one she would rather avoid.

“It wasn’t mine, but we are hoping to have another baby soon,” Lois intoned while mixing the ingredients for a pie with her bare hands.

Clark tossed some almonds on top of a string bean casserole and grinned at his wife. They kissed each other and Alex wrinkled her nose at their open displays of affection until Kelly pecked her on the cheek.

“I don’t even have a girlfriend, so you all know it’s not hers,” Winn supplied and reached over to eat some of the almonds instead of helping.

“I think you were the last person on everyone’s minds,” Lena teased purely for the sake of keeping suspicions off her.

She tried not to openly wear her discomfort as she inched towards Kara. Even with all of the speculation, all she could think about was Kara’s cock inside of her later that night. She slipped her hand onto Kara’s buff arm before she realized she was doing it. Their chemical attraction was palpable in the air, and Kara paused her work to nuzzle into her shoulder.

“The two of you are going to make adorable babies,” Nia commented from the sidelines where she was whipping eggs to make meringue.

“Are you pregnant?” Alex asked bluntly and dropped a heavy sweet potato onto the counter with a thud. “Is that why you’re getting married next month instead of waiting for a spring wedding?”

“Next month?” Lena squawked and glanced towards the fridge where their wedding invitation already hung. She pulled it down to stare incredulously at the date: December 23.

“You didn’t know that the date of the ceremony was moved up?” Kelly squinted, perhaps in disbelief or because she couldn’t read the overly fancy text from a distance.

“Mother,” Lena whispered under her breath, passing the invitation to Kara for safekeeping. “She’s been planning everything for us. It’s probably time I took back some control.”

“Maybe wait until after dinner, when the carving knife won’t be in reach,” Kara suggested with a crinkle of worry between her brows. She tried to rub the malice out of Lena by massaging her shoulder with a light grip and steering her back to the counter to take her mind off her mother’s meddling.

“Wait, did you actually find a turkey?” Winn piped up, as if that was his primary concern. He craned his neck to try and find the bird and Kara had to shove him away from the oven before he opened it too soon.

“Sure, it was just roaming the streets. Clark plucked it in the garden,” Alex stated so matter of fact that Winn widened his eyes in surprise.

Clark laughed and leaned into Winn’s personal space to set the record straight. “We’re lucky to have a few chickens and a brisket at short notice. And I’ve never plucked anything my whole life.”

“Except my bra,” Lois teased.

The heat in Clark’s cheeks fogged his spectacles and they all returned to prepping the last minute feast.

A few hours went by like minutes for everyone in the kitchen, and Lena was almost happy with how hectic it was, because if she so much as glanced at Kara for longer than a second, she would have tried to present.

The aching spasm of her cunt was so constant she flung herself into every little task Alex gave her, and she oddly enjoyed it. Their meal came together when they pulled the brisket from the oven and everyone scrambled to bring out the side dishes.

Lillian and Eliza had set the table and pulled a couple of fold-outs from their home office to make enough room.

Some of the chairs were meant for camping, and a few swivelled, but everyone seemed happy as Kara brought out a tray of meat.

Lena salivated at the sight of her mate strutting in with her shirt sleeves rolled up. Kara was her own personal buff savior, and now she was everyone else's too.

Lena practically flung herself at her mate by grabbing at the belt loop of her pants to tug her into a seat before anyone else took the spot.

Kelly sat on her other side, and Nia, Alex, and Winn sat across from them. Their parents sat towards the end of the table, and Lena exhaled a sigh of relief and slid her hand onto Kara’s thigh.

At least, she had honestly meant to land there, and she froze as her palm settled across a thick bulge instead. That stupid mistake was ultimately her downfall, because she couldn’t take her hand off it.

“Should we go around the table and say what we’re thankful for?” Lillian asked with a pointed look towards her daughter. “Lena, why don’t you start?”

“This enormous—feast,” Lena squeaked out with a cough and rubbed her hand all over Kara’s dick.

She could feel the length of it hardening against the curve of her palm, and she couldn’t stop her rough handling of it. Her heat drove her to do insane things, like unzip Kara at the dinner table. Underneath the tablecloth, no one could see, and she was able to fit her hand under Kara’s boxers.

“I think most of us are grateful for the food,” Clark agreed and smiled kindly at her from one of the fold-out tables.

“I’m guh-grateful for everyone who pitched in and gave me a hand,” Kara wheezed, shaking her head and looking down at her lap to fix her napkin.

“Oh, I’m all too happy to give you a hand, and later I’m going to assist you with the dessert,” Lena promised, speaking in code with raised and intense eyebrows that assured Kara they would be having lots of sex.

They each went around the table expressing their thanks, and by the end of that exercise, Lena was palming Kara’s cock intermittently. She used one hand to grab the utensils and put food on their plates, and she kept the other firm against Kara’s lap.

The conversation became limited after everyone had food in front of them, though Esmé made a long speech about stolen land and the mistreatment of Native Americans. Kelly told them that she donated money to Indigenous populations as part of her Thanksgiving traditions, and it was one that they all agreed to adopt.

Somewhere in between a mouthful of sweet potato latke and brisket, someone brought up the topic of the holiday season, which set off Esmé in listing her demands.

“I want a sister or brother for Hanukkah.” Esmé set down her favorite stuffed zebra and her fork. She peered across the table at Clark’s baby and sighed. “All I have is one little cousin. There’s no one to play with me.”

“Hey, maybe there will be soon,” Nia commented, finding yet another way to work the pregnancy test into the discussion. “You’ll probably have loads of siblings eventually, and Aunt Kara and Lena are getting married soon.”

“Way to put the pressure on,” Lena complained and took another latke, which she bit viciously.

Kara shot Nia a look that Lena interpreted to mean shut up, and the tension she felt slowly began to subside. She no sooner lifted a glass of wine than choked when Kara informed her niece and severyone else at the table of her own plans.

“Don’t worry Esmé, we’re going to have a whole bunch of pups.”

“One for every day of Hanukkah?” Esmé shrieked in excitement and hugged her zebra so fiercely she put it in a headlock.

“Maybe one day, if we try really hard,” Kara laughed, until she realized her fiancée hadn’t joined in on her mirth. She side-eyed Lena with a bit of a gulp and snapped her teeth shut at the firm clench of fingers around her cock.

The rough squeeze conveyed enough to Kara without Lena uttering a single word. She ignored everyone, especially her mother, when they tried to pry a date out of them for their first.

Lena’s irritation wasn’t entirely with Kara’s announcement so much as how her heat stricken omega reacted to the news. In fact, it was probably her own current fertility that influenced Kara’s alpha. Their hormones were in full-swing and Lena could tell Kara’s rut was going to be brutal because of the girth of her cock. She couldn’t fully grasp its circumference and maybe that was a godsend, since they were seated at the table.

That didn’t stop her from serving up her own form of punishment as Clark sliced up pumpkin pies and plated everyone a slice.

Lena slid her finger over the sensitive divot of Kara’s cock and moaned provocatively around a forkful of pie. She made sure to get whipped cream on her lips and made a show of licking it off the moment Kara met her eyes.

The alpha sank lower in her seat with a quiet groan and dug into her own slice of pie. She devoured it in three massive bites and angled herself away from Lena to subtly zip up her pants. Not that it hid the erection beneath the fabric, but it was better than flashing their friends and family.

“Well, dinner was delicious, but after all of that running around, I think I need a shower before we do hot cocoa and snowball fights in the yard,” Kara exhaled in a rush and stood up to start clearing away the plates.

Alex stopped eating mid chew to observe the sweat on her sister’s face and shared a knowing look with Kelly when Lena promptly stood up to help her mate.

“Some of us are still eating,” Lex intoned like the pair of them were insane.

“Good. Stay at the table as long as you want,” Lena blurted, and then froze as Kara laughed loudly and poured him another glass of wine.

The rest of the group stayed seated while they ran off and sequestered themselves in the bedroom. Kara turned the lock and pulled up her shirt, and Lena was close to strangling herself in her own cozy sweater.

They tore the pants off of each other, and Kara shoved her down onto the bed with one hand as she went to grab a box of condoms.

Lena opened her mouth to protest and batted the box away before Kara could even think about putting one on.

“We’ve been together in heat and rut before,” Lena explained and reached for Kara’s cock to slide it into her mouth.

She pumped her mouth over the rim several times, disrupting Kara’s thoughts with her moaning slurps. The thickened head reacted to her plush lips, and she gulped around it with hollowed cheeks.

Repeating that action caused Kara to groan and grab onto the back of Lena’s neck. She tangled her fingers into Lena’s hair and moved her hips in a gentle thrust.

“But our heat and rut has never synced up before,” Kara huffed in waning resistance and encouraged Lena in the next breath. “You don’t care about that, though, do you? It’s going to feel so good when I rut you in heat. Do you want your pussy to be full, Lena?”

Lena prodded herself in the throat with the heavy tip of Kara’s cock and got it all nice and wet. The veined shaft was glistening from Lena’s thorough sucking, and she only popped it free of her mouth as Kara started to talk to her.

“It’s the only thing I want,” Lena rasped and jerked at Kara’s cock as she grazed her lips over the plump tip that wept for her attention. “Do you know what I’m most thankful for, Kara?”

It wasn’t particularly fair to ask that and then push her mouth over the wide glans. Her mate’s legs trembled as she sucked.

Lena freed her with a wet smack of her lips and confided seriously, “That I’m yours. That out of everyone I could have met in that bar almost a year ago, I met you. The one person I could ever be happy spending the rest of my life with. Up until then, the idea of sleeping with the same person forever sounded miserable, but you changed my perspective about a lot of things, Kara. And now here I am, ready to give you my cunt in heat while you’re in rut.”

Lena should have known her little heartfelt speech could have been construed as something more. She just couldn’t bring herself to care when she received the instant gratification of Kara’s cock throbbing in spontaneous release.

Lena lavished the tip and tried to gather the seed onto her tongue, but Kara was already climbing onto the bed and pushing her knees up to expose the flutter of her cunt.

“I’m thankful you’re mine, too, Lena. I can’t wait to call you my wife and start a family.”

The noise Lena made was shamefully agreeable, and she keened at the blunt intrusion. The expanse of Kara’s shaft felt bigger with how sensitive she was inside, and it took her mate several attempts to plunge into the silken warmth of her chasm. The whole bed moved with Kara’s thrusts and Lena grabbed onto her ankles for the fast-paced rutting.

“Fuck, yes, fill me,” Lena whimpered and glanced between her legs at the residual sheen of Kara’s seed.

Kara pushed the soft warm opalescence straight into her cunt, and she went dizzy with arousal from watching it stick to her inner lips. She strained her neck just to continue staring at the narrow place where Kara’s cock gradually disappeared.

The girth pushed through her hot constriction, and she groaned from stretching on Kara’s much wider rut cock. Kara had less restraint than usual and slammed into her pussy while rubbing her to make her clit even redder and more sensitive.

“Your pussy is going to have a lot of my seed inside of it tonight.” Kara slowed as another orgasm made her hips falter. It spilled out of Lena with the first strokes she took after finishing.

“Oh, you had better be ready to spend our whole vacation in this bedroom. Everyone already thinks you’ve knocked me up. We better not disappoint them.”

The salacious remark was meant to be flirty, but even to Lena’s own ears it sounded like a breathy demand.

Lena released her ankles to grab for Kara’s hair, and she brought the alpha down for a rough and bruising kiss. She bit at Kara’s lips to stifle all of her own crazy utterances and wondered if it was really her heat speaking, or the deeper, private longings she had yet to face.

The only thing she worked out in the heat of the moment was how many orgasms she could feasibly get before passing out. She surrendered to her omega’s baser instincts and begged with her pheromones for Kara to breed her for the rest of the night.

“Yeah? You want to stay on my knot the entire trip?” Kara asked, her warm breath falling across Lena’s breasts as she glanced between them to see the flushed partition of Lena’s pussy drip with their mixed essence. She massaged at her clit with two fingers and groaned at the strong pulsations of Lena’s pussy going into orgasm. “God, you feel divine, I should start my rut every time your heat is due.”

Sweat clung to Lena’s feverish skin and she palmed at her tits when she caught Kara staring down at them. She played with her nipples and whimpered at the speed of Kara’s hips and the force she used to rail her into the mattress.

“Everyone will talk if we do that,” Lena gasped.

“Let them,” Kara grunted, and puckered around Lena’s nipple with her soft lips. She flicked her tongue over the pebbled buds and sucked them into her mouth with a growl. “Who cares as long as I get to pound your sweet pussy every chance I get? I know you love sneaking off to give me this.”

Lena couldn’t lie with how rapturously her cunt contracted in bliss. She bared her throat impulsively and her breaths became ragged as Kara dragged her teeth over her unclaimed skin. It made her feel wanton with how desperately she fisted Kara’s hair to keep her mouth on her while she fucked her with longer strokes.

All of the muscles in her body wanted to tense and relax simultaneously, and she shuddered at the mounting pleasure. It formed at her center, and she writhed as her climax brought her higher. She clutched her ankles throughout the orgasm and shifted onto her side to continue before her trembles even wore off.

Kara followed her lead and slipped into place between her pussy lips. They both looked down at the cream between her thighs and Lena pushed the tip of Kara’s cock back inside of her.

“You’re right, I want to be filled again and again, and I don’t care if people start rumors about me because of it.” Lena raised her leg up for Kara to grab and she wondered how much more she could withstand before she was overflowing.

Kara slotted into her canal and moved the thick seed into her cervix with deep thrusts. She bit at the side of Lena’s neck and played with her clit.

“The pregnancy test was mine, and I took it because of how often I let you come inside me without protection.” Lena hit on all of Kara’s kinks with one utterance and watched how it affected her.

Kara groaned and exerted herself with rougher thrusts that resulted in a very messy orgasm. She kept her cock buried for the duration of the throbs, and Lena whimpered while they lasted. None of that seed had the chance to trickle back out, since Kara developed a knot, and she could only take the deepest thrusts.

“We should really stock up on those,” Kara breathlessly insisted once she could finally speak again.

They rocked together with subtle undulations to keep her cock perpetually pressed into the snug spot by Lena’s cervix as they shared languid kisses.

In their current state, they wanted to keep going despite the physical limitations, and Kara solved that problem by exclusively stroking Lena’s clit. The constant stimulation brought her to multiple exquisite orgasms and the hot convulsions of her pussy got Kara off several more times.

Lena was too euphoric to consider the consequences of their love, and she refused to let Kara pull out until she finally fell asleep hours later.