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For the past week, there’d been something in the air that Agent Walker couldn’t identify. Something sweet and yet tangy, it inexplicably reminded him of a picnic on the beach and made his mouth water. That in and of itself, with the scent coming and going in a flash, was weird enough, but for some reason, the cherry sweet smell didn’t make him hungry for food. It made his cock start to thicken and his thoughts turn to parting a pair of pretty tan thighs to satisfy a different hunger. If he let his imagination run, sweet pants and pleas would echo through his mind as he licked up an entirely different taste, one just as sweet. He could practically feel soft hips in his hands as he held her firmly in place and delicate hands raking through his hair as she encouraged him to both keep devouring her and to stop teasing and give her what she really wanted; his massive cock. His knot.
He didn’t even really get what that was until the first time he jerked off after smelling her. (And believe him, the need to do it had never been so strong as it was from the moment he first smelled the salty sweet fragrance. The whole walk back to his office he’d kept a folder in front of his growing erection as he raced down the halls, desperate to be alone.) He was painfully hard, close to coming with the thought of salty cherries on his mind and the image of tight, muscular curves and bare, tan skin in his mind’s eye. He’d pushed aside the oddly specific image to focus on the imagined feeling of her sweet mouth, or her tight cunt around him. He squeezed himself, imagining her walls getting tighter as she came on him (under him), and suddenly the base of his cock was swelling and she was begging for him to knot her in his mind and he was shoving the newly swollen flesh into her soaked and dripping body. The tight fit he imagined was intense, he couldn’t even move inside her, she was locked in place under him while he licked at her neck and that sweet smell surrounded him and he came in his hand so quickly, so hard, so much that he couldn’t even grab something to catch it, muscles refusing to move as he jerked with the flood that he instinctively knew belonged inside the mysterious, cherry scented her, filling her, claiming her, marking her as his. Even his jaw locked, the phantom feeling of her neck, her shoulder in his mouth both strange and addictive.
The one thing he knew for sure was that amnesia was a bitch. Was she a fantasy or his first shred of a memory since he’d been found, head spinning, strangely alone, outside the Administration? Was it real, and his fantasy girl was also here, or was she all in his head?
Sub Agent Nya Jiang isn’t sure exactly what she was looking for, but she’s completely sure that she’ll know it when she finds it. She’s not supposed to be alone, that she knows for sure. The pretty black haired young woman has had no shortage of other agents trying to please her, trying to woo her, but something about the way they seek her favour with soft words and overly sweet gestures just turns her stomach. The smell of their soaps or colognes is wrong. It’s starting to feel like there’s something wrong with her that she can’t find herself attracted to even one of these nice, normal people. Is there someone she’s holding out for? Amnesia’s a bitch.
Her dreams don’t help. They’re filled with the shadow of a man. He’s big, strong, and aggressive in the best ways, ways that make her toes curl, her heart pound, her cunt so wet she’s not sure if it’s natural or caused by her strange control over water. Despite her normal confidence and independence, he makes her want to get on her knees and beg. He makes her want to hover at his side, do whatever it takes to make him happy, and then crawl into his lap or his bed and give him all control until she’s whining and begging for him to take her, for him to give it to her, and she’s not even sure what exactly it is she wants when his long thick cock is already splitting her open and filling her fuller than she’d thought possible.
Whatever it is, he always tells her she can have it, that he’s gonna give it to her when the time is right, while he licks and scrapes his teeth over that weirdly sensitive spot on her neck, the spot with the bite scar she doesn’t understand but that makes her slick drip out of her when she strokes her fingers over it.
He almost always bends her over and takes her from behind in a cloud of musky earthy smell mixed with ozone, and this electric buzz makes her skin tingle everywhere he touches her. It makes her skin sensitive, makes her want to pull away at the same time as she’s pushing against him for more of everything. Just the press of his electric fingers against her clit or up her cunt is enough to get her coming, and he makes good use of the power he has over her, bringing her to orgasm over and over while muttering about how she’s his. ‘Come for me one more time and I’ll give it to you,’ he’ll whisper in her ear as her body shudders weakly against his strength. His shaft will be soaked already and rubbing against her folds, and she’ll be begging for him to just put it in, just take her, take what belongs to him, oh alpha.
Those are the words that always jar her from the dream, shatter the fantasy. Alpha. What does it even mean?
Nya was in the crowded cafeteria trapped between chattering coworkers when she smelled it for real for the first time. The same musky smell, the same effect on her body, lighting up her nerves as though large hands were stroking all over her, the electric buzz tingling in that bite mark on her neck. Her faceless lover, whoever he was, was here. How was that even possible? Before she could figure it out, she was swept away in the crowd and the scent faded, leaving her wondering if she’d just imagined it.
The next time she smelled it, smelled him, she was passing by a row of cubicles on her way to a meeting she was late for. Her eyes shot around as she passed, but none of the backs facing her had anywhere near the broad shoulders she could feel looming over her. Still, this time she knew it was real, at least, and not her imagination acting up and turning her on.
The third time she smelled him, she was leaning against a high counter working through a file with such intense focus that she didn’t even notice until she felt her slick soaking her panties. By the time she turned around, the scent was fading - he was gone. Her tingling thighs rubbed together of their own accord. She wanted to flee to the bathroom to satisfy herself, but a deep voice in the back of her mind ordered her not to. No coming without me, it teased with a chuckle, not till I can see you drive yourself wild. Something about that voice made her docile as a kitten, made her unable to deny or defy its owner, even in her own mind.
Her. This time, Jay was in the hall outside his department when that sweet perfume overcame him. A glance around told him there was only one person it could be coming from.
If he could have sculpted the owner of the delicious scent for himself, he wouldn’t have changed anything about her. She was small enough that he would be able to move her around, even toss her around (the mental image of himself throwing her onto a bed immediately came to mind) with no effort. The uniform skirt was still short on her legs, lean, muscular legs that he could imagine clinging to his hips as he fucked her standing up or shaking as he bent her over and pounded into her from behind. Her jacket was off, and the thin blouse she wore did nothing to disguise her slender waist above rounded hips - he assumed her ass would be as muscular as her legs. His angle only gave him a hint of the curve of her chest as he approached her from behind, but it was enough to tell that her tits would almost be a handful for his big hands. Blue-black hair hung in a long ponytail down her back, and for a moment he pictured himself grabbing it and using it to pull her around, to yank her head up while she was on her knees in front of him.
She turned around slowly, and he was treated to wide brown eyes staring up at him, plump dusky pink lips open in a startled ‘oh’, and the curves he expected straining her blouse as her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths that were almost gasping for him.
“You,” she breathed, her eyes trailing down his own body before rising to study his face. Her tongue slipped out to slide over her tempting lips before she caught her lower lip between her teeth.
Mine. The force of the word echoing in his head startled him. In his mind's eye, he could see himself crowding her into the wall, crushing her sweet little body with his strong one, and pulling that lip into his own mouth. Would her salty sweet smell get stronger when he turned her on? Would she taste as good as she smelled?
Suddenly he was right in front of her, overwhelming her senses with that musky smell, with the heat radiating off his big body, with the way his eyes devoured her from head to toe. A large hand reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from her face, her skin left tingling from that same electric touch she’d been dreaming about. Her body arched towards his unconsciously, as if pulled by magnets.
He inhaled so deeply she could hear it as well as feel the deep intake of breath. She felt lightheaded, as if he’d pulled all the air from the whole hallway and left her gasping before him. The rise of his chest brought it within a hair’s breadth of her tightening nipples, and the subsequent exhale drew them tighter as hot breath caressed her skin, warming her cheeks with a flush he could see spreading all the way down the open vee of her blouse to the glimpse of blue lace bra he could just make out.
“Fantasy girl,” he breathed, leaning down to whisper in her ear, not sure exactly what had come over him. “You look just like I imagined, only with a lot more clothes on.” A bold finger traced the exposed vee of skin where her blouse was unbuttoned. He was rewarded with a whimper when his finger ducked oh so briefly into her cleavage.
Everything blurred from that moment until he found himself pushing her back into his closed door, hands gripping her waist, tongue in her mouth, her nails digging into his biceps, and her hips angling forward into his thigh. He wouldn’t have put it past himself to have thrown her over his shoulder and hauled her here, but a flash of her small hand grasping his wrist and pulling him towards administration housing made him think she’d initiated it and then he’d taken over.
Jay was usually easygoing, but something about her made him want to be in control. He yanked her blouse free of her skirt, the pull making a button or two fly as delicate fabric gave in to his aggressive yank. She dropped her arms obligingly and it slipped off into an unnoticed puddle on the floor.
Her skin was as soft and tight as he’d imagined. He let his hands roam over firm muscles covered in silky skin. Moans muffled by his possession of her mouth vibrated into him. She tried to push his jacket off, but he refused to give up any control, refused to take his hands off of her body. Soon her skirt was on the floor and he had to break the kiss to lean back and admire the view. She leaned against the door, brown eyes blown wide with lust, scraps of delicate blue lace barely covering her tits and her hips, the fabric darkened over her cunt and showing him how very wet she was already, still wearing her not-quite-administration-approved sexy spiky heels. He growled, his still-clothed body pressing back into her while he brought his mouth to the junction between her neck and shoulder.
Fuck. Her salty cherry scent was even stronger there, and he could practically taste it when he licked and sucked at the delicate skin. Rough edges were a momentary distraction, but only momentary.
“Oh please,” she whimpered, pulling at his tie, pushing at his jacket. He gave in to her begging, but not before picking her up and throwing her onto his bed. The bland, administration-issued bedding had never looked better than it did with her almost bare tan skin spread out across it.
Her body on fire almost everywhere, Nya was practically drooling when he finally started taking off his own clothes. His large, muscular body was exactly as she’d been fantasising, down to the scattered freckles on his chest and the forking lightning-shaped scars on his strong arms. She propped herself up on her elbows for a better view, eyes drifting down his hard body. His boxers did nothing to disguise the massive erection that had her licking her lips and pressing her thighs together. Her position only made it easier for him to make her bra disappear when he moved on top of her, before the heavy weight of his torso pressed her flat on her back beneath him. Big hands slid all over her skin, callouses rough in the best way. She found herself arching into his touch, and then into his mouth as his teeth scraped over her leaving the occasional bite mark or sucking bruises into her skin. Groans accompanied that treatment when he turned to devouring her tits. A particularly hard bite to a pebbled, sensitive nipple made her moan loudly and grind herself up into his hip, while also flushing with embarrassment.
He raised his head with a smirk. “Dirty girl, you like when it hurts?” His ministrations turned rougher, and she could feel him smirk against her skin when he drew mewling moans out of her. “So fuckin dirty,” he muttered, continuing his progress down and shoving her panties to her knees. A few rough kisses to her stomach accompanied his hand delving between her parted thighs before he returned to scraping his teeth over her tits. Fingers scraped her inner thighs as if he actually had claws.
“Please,” she begged, unable to handle how close his buzzing skin was to her cunt. His hand ghosted over her folds, barely skimming over her clit, leaving her gasping and whimpering, fingers digging into his shoulders as her hips pressed up towards him. “Please.”
He raised his head with a smirk, staring into her lust-fogged eyes as he brought his middle finger to her entrance, circling and stretching, pushing in just enough to have her whining, biting her lip, and arching in a desperate attempt to get more of him into her.
“So needy.” He bent down, claiming her panting lips while pressing two fingers into her until his palm rested flat against her slick skin. Every small movement of his fingers, stretching her open, stroking her wet walls, grinding his palm against her clit, had her writhing more and more against him. “So fuckin pretty riding my hand. Can’t wait to see this cunt on my cock. Gonna split you open, pretty girl. Fuckin ruin you for any other cock. All mine.” His mouth trailed across her cheek, teeth scraping down her neck, until he was licking at the strange scar. Something about it was addictive, delicious, and he found himself sucking on it while he finger fucked her.
Her moans grew louder as he worked her, thighs squeezing at the hand and the leg he had resting between them, body arching so her tits were flattened against his chest. His teeth scraped hard on her neck as his thumb rubbed across her clit and his finger hooked into her cunt pressing just right and a desperate scream tore from her lips. A glance up showed him her wild, startled eyes as she came with the force of a sudden storm.
Unable to help himself, he rolled onto her. Her helpless whimper as his fingers withdrew mid orgasm was quickly replaced by a desperate gasp when the head of his cock wedged into her pulsing, pouting cunt. The squeeze on his sensitive gland was exquisite as her tight, fluttering cunt struggled to stretch to fit him inside of her. “Take it, pretty girl,” he groaned into her ear, beginning to thrust into her as the waves of her orgasm slowed. “Gonna fuckin split you open.” Each movement of his hips pushed deeper, her soaked cunt providing no resistance as his thick shaft forced her to stretch around him.
“It’s so much, I can’t,” she murmured, her overstimulated body rubbing against him of its own volition. “Please, I…oh!” her voice drifted off when he pushed in hard, going from halfway in to bottoming out in an instant.
Words she couldn’t understand were muttered into that spot between her neck and shoulder as he began to thrust. Wet squelching that would have embarrassed her if he didn’t seem so enraptured with her body filled what silence there was between them. Her cunt was burning with the most delicious heat barely able to keep up with his demanding rhythm as he got caught up in the feel of being inside her while his nose was full of that salty cherry scent. Soon she was begging, not even sure what she was begging for. And then suddenly his cock was spasming inside of her, hot cum hitting her walls, burning her up inside until the feeling made her cum hard on his cock. Fingers dug into her hips, keeping him locked deep inside of her.
“Not enough,” he grunted when his still hard cock stopped pulsing inside of her. He pulled out, leaving her empty and dripping, but the feeling only lasted for a moment. She was flipped onto her knees and filled again in an instant, his cum along with her slick making it easy for him to thrust deep inside of her still-tight body. His hands grabbed her hips as he began to work her up again with deep thrusts. “Mine. Never fucking leaving.”
When he reached around and set an electric finger against her clit, she came almost immediately. With his chest pressed to her back, she bucked against him from knees to shoulders, head tossing back so that her soft hair brushed over his oh so sensitive skin. The squeeze around him was exquisite, and it was all he could do to keep himself from cumming in her again already.
Pounding into her, he bit down on the scar on her shoulder over and over, the tangy taste of her blood on his tongue driving him higher, wilder, until his fingertips were clawing at her hips, sliding to feel the push of the bulge he made in her flat stomach, grasping her tits roughly and pinching her pebbled nipples. The rougher he was, the more she whined and pushed back against him, as if he were the only thing in the world keeping her going. It wasn’t long before she was cumming around him again, and this time he couldn’t hold back, thrusting into her as hard as he could, making her collapse onto her stomach as he flooded her, again, slick and cum dripping out onto his bed despite his massive cock plugging her hole, his swollen knot pressing right there, tempting him to give one more push and wedge it inside of her. His jaw locked around her, teeth cutting deeper as they fell.
It felt like forever until Jay could bring himself to release her shoulder, driven to soothe her bleeding skin with long licks. Perhaps more than he needed, considering that the tangy mix of blood with her cherry scent was addictive. Eventually he let the pressure of his hips relax, enjoying her pouty sigh when he slipped out.
The driving need having relaxed, he laid soft kisses across the back of her shoulders, brushing her hair away so that he could adore her tan skin. Strong fingers smoothed over her until they landed on her perplexing scar. His eyes followed.
“Wait what?” His head was spinning as he studied the way his own bite lined up exactly with the old scar, the new practically healing before his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” She turned her head to look at him, suddenly feeling self conscious.
“Uh, nothing,” he replied, laying down beside her and drawing her into his chest. “I’m Jay, by the way.”
“Oh my god.” She buried her burning face in his shoulder. “Nya. I’m Nya.”