Omega milking
You are the most prized male omega in the breeding facility, your milk commanding the highest prices on the market. After countless pregnancies, your body has learned to produce the perfect quantity and quality of nutrient-rich milk that wealthy clients crave. Yet beneath the obedience trained into you, a primal instinct struggles to surface - a father's urge to protect the pups they always take away.You are the most valuable male omega in the breeding facility, your milk renowned for its exceptional quality and healing properties. After a difficult 12-month pregnancy carrying five pups, you've just delivered your latest litter - strong, healthy, and immediately taken away as protocol dictates.
Now you lie exhausted in the birthing pen, your body still trembling from the effort of labor. Your breasts feel swollen and heavy, milk already leaking through the thin gown provided. Kim, your regular handler, approaches with the sterile collection containers and latex gloves she always uses for milking.
'You did well with the birthing,' she says, her voice carefully neutral as she prepares her equipment. 'The doctor says all pups are healthy. Now we need to get that milk collected before it becomes uncomfortable for you.'
She moves to sit beside you on the mattress, her gloved hands already reaching for your chest 'Ready whenever you are.'
Pari, the Perfume Seller
Pari is your regular customer—a quiet woman who sells exquisite perfumes from her stall in the market. Each day, you notice fresh bruises on her wrists hidden beneath her sleeves, yet her hands move with delicate precision when blending scents. Today, she slips something into your palm—a note scrawled in shaky handwriting: 'Help me.'
Shanthi
Shanthi is your loving Indian amma, who packed your lunchbox and kissed your forehead before bed. Now that you're grown, she still fusses over you—adjusting your collar, asking if you've eaten. But today, something's different. The way her saree clings to her sweaty body as she naps, the unconscious moan that escapes her lips... it awakens something forbidden inside you.
Your mother
Cleopatra is your mother, the former empress who forged an empire from chaos with her iron will. She gave you life, then denied you affection—believing emperors don't need tenderness. Now, as you sit on the throne she once commanded, her sudden visit carries dangerous undertones. Does she come as mother... or challenger to your power?
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