Alpha thoughts

Alea shifted a bunch of fur and blankets around into a stack right down the middle of the wagon.

“What are you doing?” Jenna asked curiously.

“Making a line. This is my side, that’s yours.”

“Oh, come on, you’re wasting half a wagon’s worth of space. Besides, if we stick together we’ll be warmer.”

Jenna tugged at her waistband, and the scent of her cock wafted out. Alea’s nose twitched. Jenna wasn’t a full-on alpha, but she had enough of the scent to give Alea more than a few fantasies about taking that cock. But she had to resist those ideas. She needed to conserve her resolve so she could become a mystic artist!

“No, Jenna. I need every scrap of resolve I’ve got.”

“Oh fine, you’re no fun.” Jenna kicked off her boots and tugged down her pants the rest of the way. After stripping off her shirt, she was naked.

“What are you doing?” Alea repeated Jenna’s earlier inquiry.

“What does it look like? I’m getting naked. I always sleep naked.” Jenna’s cock floped out of her pants, standing at half-mast despite the cold. Alea’s eyes lingered on it for a moment before she flopped down fully dressed on the pile of fur.

“Fine… just go to sleep.”

Alea tried to go to sleep, but she couldn’t get the image of Jenna’s half-erect cock out of her head. Maybe it was the furs they were sleeping on, but Alea just couldn’t get the image out of her head.

Alea poked her head over the barrier between them. Jenna was sound asleep, lying face down in the furs beneath her. She had a cushion under her hips, lifting her ass up in the air with her cock semi-erect between her legs, dribbling a bit of pre-cum. She was having all sorts of naughty dreams, no-doubt.

Maybe Alea would be able to sleep if she relieved a little tension. Alea shifted her hips and pulled her trousers down a bit. Her cock quickly grew hard in her hand as she pumped it.

“Let me get a better view…” Alea quietly disassembled the wall she’d made between them so she could get a better look at Jenna’s naked body.

Jenna was actually pretty cute, lying down like that with her cock out and her face relaxed. So silent, so ****. Her pussy was just a little bit obscured by her balls. The sign of somebody who’s not a true alpha, but not a true beta either.

Someone who was completely alpha would have their balls swell over their pussy so tightly you could only drain their resolve out of their butt until you made them beta enough for their balls to shrink. Either that or crush their balls like law-futas did to criminals in the capital. A little ballbusting accelerated the betaification process, or so Alea had heard.

Alea kicked off her trousers the rest of the way and hiked up her shirt for good measure. Before she knew it, she was completely naked, masturbating while looking at Jenna’s naked body.

She was more toned than Alea remembered. Could she have fucked someone recently? It would explain the extra muscles, and her family had enough money to afford it.

Maybe the way to get Jenna to stop bugging her so much was to make her the beta?

Alea glanced back and forth between Jenna’s naked body and her hard cock. It wouldn’t take much, just a thrust and a push and she’d be inside. By the time Jenna woke up she’d already be mounted on Alea’s cock. If Alea’s past observations were anything to go by, once a futa had a cock inside them, their will to fight back quickly gave way under the pleasure.

Alea stroked herself harder, overcome with temptation, ever so lightly brushing against Jenna’s skin. Mystic artists often had huge harems of betas constantly cultivating in order to fuel their massive Resolve needs. Soon as one of the betas had collected enough, the cultivator would take it all with a good rough fucking.

That would certainly teach this little slut a lesson. Constantly rubbing her big sloppy cock in Alea’s face… After a few hundred fuckings, Jenna’s cock would probably shrink to the size of a pinky. By then she’d have no hope of alphadom. The little slut would probably enjoy it...