Omega's Last Wish

Hunter paused for a moment; his fullness inside me increased tenfold for the few moments I came. Then Hunter started moving again. This time he was more animalistic, primitive, and powerful as he ravaged my stretched ass. I couldn't have felt more vulnerable with Hunter on top and behind me; he was in complete control.

I was impaled firmly on Hunter's thrusting cock as he took me with a passion I had never experienced. Dominating me without consideration for my comfort, Hunter was on a mission to get the orgasm my body owed him.

Hunter grunted with each thrust as his cock spread me wider than before, almost splitting me in half. His cock ravaged me and seemed to grow larger and harder simultaneously. This was my ultimate pleasure, entirely dominated by an alpha male like Hunter.

He was hitting my second opening with each trust, and it felt like he was entering me for the first time. Then he grunted, and every muscle in his body tensed up. His hands pulled my hips close, and the head of his cock passed the second opening deep inside of me.

We both were panting; Hunter had cum and was pulling out when I sensed something was wrong.

"Shit!" Hunter said.

I immediately thought of everything that could have gone wrong. Did he turn me inside out? Was I bleeding? Did he tear my opening? Running all these thoughts through my head made me ask, "What's wrong?" more calmly than I thought I could say.

"The condom broke," Hunter said in a distressed voice.

"I'll take care of it; don't do anything," I said, reaching around my bottom and trying to feel for a broken rubber. I couldn't feel anything. I turned and saw the remains of the condom on Hunter's shrinking manhood and some disturbing blood stains on his shaft.

"It will be fine; I'll pass the condom the next time I use the bathroom," I said.

Hunter was still kneeling on the bed in shock, staring at his cock and my ass.

"Dude, it's fine; just wash up and get that condom ring off your cock." I said.

I flopped back onto the bed as Hunter hit the shower and rinsed off. He came back into the bedroom, still looking concerned about what happened.

Hunter lay back on the bed, still deep in thought, while I rested my head on his broad chest and fell asleep to the rhythmic sounds of his breathing.

THIRTEEN DAYS TO THE FULL HUNTER'S MOON.

I woke first. Hunter was spooning me, his arm draped over me. I lay there content, listening to his breathing. I placed my elbow on his chest and applied gentle pressure, coaxing him to release me.

I felt sore from last night's lovemaking; that was to be expected, but I also had an unexplained headache. I slipped into the bathroom, took pain relievers, and brushed my teeth. Quietly, I returned to the bedroom to find Hunter sleeping peacefully on his back.

Well, peacefully with a giant hard pressing against the sheets. With a mischievous smile, I slipped into the bed and carefully pulled back the sheets, giving me access to his manhood.

Hunter smelled of Irish Spring and clean linen. I gently licked his cock, and it jumped, startling me. I leaned back down and licked the length of his shaft to lubricate every inch with my saliva. Then I moved to the tip and sucked the first inch into my mouth.

Hunter stirred and let out a little mewing noise as I continued to suck just the first couple of inches of his cock. His cock was getting firmer as I rolled my tongue around his shaft; it was an exciting feeling. Looking up, I had a fantastic view of his hard abdomen and broader-than-broad chest that still lazily rose and fell as he slept.

I pushed my mouth farther down his cock with my tongue cupping the underside of his cock while the head slid across the roof of my mouth to the back where my throat started.

When I felt myself gag a little, I stopped, retreated to the tip, and proceeded to suck as I pushed my mouth back down his shaft. I got into a good rhythm and was bobbing my head up and down on his cock.

I started alternating between sucking the cock into my mouth to my throat and then tilting my head back a little to place more pressure on the underside vein of his cock on my withdrawal.

Hunter was smacking his lips in his dream, urging me to move my mouth up and down faster; I wanted his cum in my mouth. I thought I was doing very well on my own then Hunter's hand clamped down on the back of my head, pushing more and more of his cock farther in than I wanted.

I tried to resist, but he was much too strong, and the head of his cock entered my throat. My abdominal muscles lurched as I gaged on the thick head, entering my throat involuntarily.

Hunter relaxed long enough for me to recover, then pushed my mouth back down until I lurched again. He did this without mercy four or five times before holding my mouth firmly on his cock as he emptied his balls into my mouth. I could feel his seed coating my mouth and running down the insides of my cheeks to my tongue.

I had to swallow three or four times and drink the glass of water sitting on the bedside table, and it still felt like the inside of my mouth was coated in chalk.

Hunter was only half awake, but he had the cat that ate the canary grin on his face. I got up and showered and washed my hair.

Hunter was standing at the toilet when I stepped out of the shower. His amazing cock was still over six inches long when soft and large firm muscles framed those legs. I couldn't believe that Adonis was interested in me.

I had lost the ability to grow a full head of hair early, so I learned to keep it shaved and wear wigs. This morning, I had two new inches of chestnut-colored hair on my head. Embarrassed, I wrapped my head in a towel before Hunter saw it.

In the mirror, I was pleasantly surprised to see I had bold chestnut-colored eyebrows that needed to be trimmed. My eyes had changed from brown to steel grey, the same color as Hunter's. I was starting to freak out a little.

I offered to make Hunter something to eat, but he insisted he had to get back to the farm this morning, some urgent business he needed to attend to. I also needed to work the second shift at the restaurant today, so I used the time to wash laundry and style my wig. We kissed, and Hunter slipped out the back door and drove off.

TWELVE DAYS TO THE FULL HUNTER'S MOON.

I woke up alone this morning. It was depressing, but my headache was gone when I opened the window to let fresh air in. I heard the rhythm of everything. I mean everything and anything. It was like listening to the waves at the beach; you can hear them, but if you focus on one single wave, you can hear it rolling across the water and lapping at the sand.

Focusing on one wave, I could hear the kids at the corner waiting for the school bus, or I could listen to the chaplain at the church on the corner sneeze and the altar boy bless him. It was a bizarre sensation. My ears must have popped or something while I slept, causing this phenomenon.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, coaxing me out of bed, pulling me towards the kitchen, and having a roommate who woke earlier than you and made the best coffee was awesome.

As I slipped into my usual conservative attire, I couldn't help but yearn for something different. Today was the day I had been waiting for; I would cast aside the mask I had worn for so long and embrace my true self.

With a newfound confidence, I rummaged through my wardrobe, searching for the perfect outfit that would reflect the person I was inside. A short green skater skirt caught my eye, symbolizing freedom and self-expression. Pairing it with a vibrant green and blue plaid shirt, I felt a surge of excitement ripple through me. Today would be my coming out, and I was ready to face the world unapologetically.

As I dressed, I couldn't help but notice the absence of hair on my body, a peculiar yet welcomed change. My eyebrows, needing a quick trim, were the only remnants of my previous self. My transformation seemed internal and external, as if the universe acknowledged and supported my journey.

As I entered the kitchen, my sister Lisa, sitting at the table, completely engrossed in her tablet game, caught my attention. The soft glow of the screen illuminated her face, creating a mesmerizing aura around her. Intrigued, I quietly approached the coffee machine, determined to awaken my senses with a cup of black coffee.

A rich aroma enveloped the room as I poured the steaming liquid into my cup. It was as if every bean used to brew this cup of coffee was meticulously chosen to create a symphony of scents. The fragrance danced in the air, teasing my senses and igniting a deep curiosity.

But it wasn't just the coffee that captured my attention. As I took a moment to observe Lisa, I couldn't help but notice how wonderful she smelled. There was a familiar touch of lavender, reminiscent of the soothing scent she often used in her room. But there was also something else, an undercurrent of muskiness or perhaps a fruity aroma reminiscent of tree bark.

Lost in my thoughts, I stared at her, trying to decipher the mystery behind her captivating scent. Sensing my gaze, Lisa looked up from her game, her eyes widening in surprise as they met mine. She was taken aback by my appearance, a look of amazement spreading across her face.

"You look stunning," she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine admiration.

I couldn't help but blush at the unexpected compliment, feeling my heart flutter in response to her words.

Is it safe to say you and Hunter had fun the other night? I heard he stayed the night." Lisa teased.

"He did, and we are officially an item." I offered.

"And tell me, I want all the little details," Lisa said. "Your wig is shiny this morning; it looks great. "

"Thanks," I said. "But I have to get to work."

"Dressed? I mean, you never wear a skirt to the restaurant." Lisa said.

"Today, I feel like I should be me and stop pretending this isn't who I am," I explained.

Leaving the table, my coffee still full, I realized I enjoyed the smell more than the taste this morning. Walking to my car, I was drawn to the cherry trees lining the property. I was drawn to them this morning by the smell of their bark. I placed my hand on one, leaned in, and took a deep inhale of the bark fragrance. I could smell the cherry.

Outside was the cascading roar of the sound waves like before, but now it was more intrusive to my senses. I was so happy that I caught myself skipping to my car; I slowed to a regular gate and noticed I was wearing heels in the gravel parking lot. I've never been known to be graceful in heels.

The girls I worked with swooned over me as soon as they figured it was me. All of them claimed to have known all along. The three men who worked here, the manager and the maintenance man, pretended to ignore that I was wearing women's clothes, and the cook made it a point to curse at me and call me a fagot. Today was going to be challenging.

The manager offered me a woman's uniform for the day. The maintenance man gushed at me. The cook, well, he and I were at odds all day long. Until the second cook arrived, I had two protagonists to deal with. Neither of them was remotely attractive, nor did they become any better looking to me as the day wore on.

By the end of my shift, my tip cup was overflowing. And the endless complaints from my coworkers made me feel very confident in myself, except for the two cooks. I knew there would be a problem but didn't know when.

ELEVEN DAYS TO THE FULL HUNTER'S MOON.

The next day I didn't even think about what to wear, it was a white dress shirt and black skirt for work. My hair was so thick and soft that I looked forward to brushing and curling it in the mornings. Lisa was interested in my hair and nails this morning and noticed my eye color changed from deep brown to steel grey. If she was alarmed, she didn't say anything.

I went to work like any other day but was bored and dreamed of being outside, not cooped up all day in this restaurant. The constant clatter of glasses and the stink of fried foods permeated the air. The only thing keeping me here is the pay, I mused myself.

EIGHT DAYS TO THE FULL HUNTER'S MOON.

On the third day, I noticed Lisa asked hard questions about my appearance like a junior detective. I had not surrendered to my male persona for four days and had no intentions of doing so. Not even for family dinner at our parent's house this weekend, which worried Lisa, but if people can't accept me for who I am, they can go fuck off.

At the restaurant, work was more of the same: wait tables, clean tables, and prepare for the next shift. My longing to be outside was irresistible, so I slipped out for my break and stared longingly at the empty lot behind the restaurant, wanting to roll in the tall grass and chase the white moths dancing between the weeds.

I heard the door swing open, and I smelled him. Grease and sweat scent grew more robust; it was the cook, the one that had the gall to chastise me for being me. He deposited a trash bag in the dumpster and then walked towards me.

"Do you have a problem?" I asked.

"Yea, you need to take your sissy, fagot ass out of here, and don't come back is what you need to do, "the cook said. Then he pushed me, picking a fight.

To his surprise, the push didn't move me. I swung at him, and to my surprise, he crumpled to the ground holding his nose. Blood, a sweet rustic scent, filled my nose.

I stepped towards the cook when the other chef came running outside, yelling. His first swing landed squarely across my nose, and he fell to the ground, holding his hand close to his chest, crying in pain.

"You fucking bitch, you broke my hand," the greasy man said between sobs.

The manager sent me home to defuse the situation; fine with me, I thought and headed to the park.

The park was a serene oasis amidst the chaos of city life. Its lush greenery and blooming flowers provided a therapeutic escape for those seeking solace. After spending a few hours basking in the tranquility of nature, I reluctantly decided to head home.

On the drive back, a sudden craving for comfort food struck me. I sought respite from the day's worries and ordered forty chicken nuggets at a nearby restaurant. As I waited in the drive-through, I couldn't help but envision the joy these crispy delights would bring.

With the windows down, I embarked on the final leg of my journey. The warm breeze gently caressed my face, making me feel alive and free. The familiar sights and sounds of the city surrounded me as I made my way towards the apartment.

A peculiar sight caught my attention as I pulled into the parking area. A Liulfr Farms truck was parked next to Lisa's car. My heart skipped a beat with excitement. Could it be? Is Hunter here to surprise me?

An overwhelming mix of anticipation and nervousness consumed me. Thoughts raced through my mind, causing my imagination to run wild. What if he had heard about the argument we had at the restaurant? Would it ruin the surprise? Doubt began to cloud my once enthusiastic spirit.

Fighting the urge to panic, I quickly composed myself and glanced at my reflection in the rearview mirror. My hair, a tangled mess from the wind blowing through the car, aggravated my anxiety. I desperately tried to smooth it out, but the damage was done.

With a deep breath, I made my way towards the apartment. Each step felt like an eternity, my heart pounding in my chest. As I approached the door, I steeled myself for whatever awaited me on the other side.

But as the door swung open, I saw an unexpected sight. It wasn't Hunter standing before me; it wasn't anyone I recognized. A tall blonde butch woman with short hair slicked back by too many hair products and olive drab coveralls with a shorter, very slender feminine redhead in a floral print-wrapped dress greeted me. The blonde asked harshly if I was Leigh, and I nodded yes, caught off guard by their presence.

Confusion filled the air as the redhead quickly apologized for the unexpected intrusion. The sudden events took me aback, but a sharp object pinched the side of my neck before I could react. A blade? Panic surged as everything went blurry, and I collapsed onto the floor.

"Hurry, Salt, she is getting up." The redhead urged her companion into action.

"Fuck, Pepper, I told you a half dose of xylazine wasn't enough," Salt yelled as she jumped on my pack, pinning me to the floor. "Hurry, give me the next needle!"

I was in a daze, but adrenaline surged through my body, hair formed on my arms, and I felt a sting as my teeth pushed past my lips. I pushed myself up, determined to fight back.

"Watch her teeth!" Pepper yelled.

My vision was blurred, and my senses were numb, but I could feel a firm grip on my face, forcing my mouth shut on my tongue. Panic surged through my veins as another sharp stick pricked my neck, causing a wave of dizziness to wash over me.

I tried to cry out for help, but my voice was silenced, lost in the void of darkness that enveloped me. The room spun, whirling me into a vortex of uncertainty. My breath came in shallow gasps as I fought against the invisible restraints that held me captive.

As the voices faded into the background, a question echoed. Tape? What could they possibly need a video for? The thought lingered, igniting a flicker of curiosity within me. What secrets were they hiding? What was their endgame?

I awoke with a throbbing headache, disoriented, and my heart racing. The room was dimly lit, and as my vision slowly returned, I realized my arms and legs were tightly bound with duct tape to an old wooden chair. Panic gripped me as I struggled against the restraints, desperate to free myself from this nightmarish situation.

As my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I could make out the surroundings: stables, bales of hay, and the unmistakable scent of horses. Confusion washed over me. Why would my kidnappers bring me to a barn? What could they possibly want from me in this place?

I heard the soft sound of hooves on the ground, and a gentle neigh filled the air. The sound comforted and terrified me, as I knew I wasn't alone. I strained my ears, trying to make sense of my situation, when the tall, butch blonde figure, Salt, stepped into my line of sight.

Salt's piercing blue eyes bore into mine, filled with determination and concern.

"Is he damaged?" Salt asked.

Pepper, a slender and more feminine woman, carefully approached me, her touch surprisingly gentle as she checked my blood pressure. Her presence brought a bizarre sense of calm despite the dire circumstances. I couldn't help but notice the tenderness in her eyes, mirroring the unspoken emotions bubbling beneath the surface.

"She, she will be just fine in a couple of hours," Pepper reported.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, stepping into the flickering light. I was shocked as I beheld my third captor, a peculiar person standing under four feet tall. My curiosity piqued, and I wondered what manner of creature they could be.

Breaking the silence, a voice spoke, referring to another prisoner as she. Confusion washed over me as I tried to comprehend the significance of this revelation. It seemed they needed her to appear as a recognizable female when she transformed from a werewolf into a human form. The mere thought of being held captive in the same room as a werewolf sent shivers down my spine.

"She is on a good start," Pepper continued, drawing my attention.

Edmond hinted at an impending transformation involving the mysterious being before me. My mind raced with questions, eager to understand the purpose behind this unsettling experiment.

"Her vitals are strong," Pepper added, her tone betraying a mix of excitement and concern. "She will survive the overdose of horse tranquilizer Salt gave her."