Cassia's Beta Fantasy

Today, her hand drifted lower.

Cassia’s fingers found her pussy first, slipping through the slickness of her folds with a sound that made her blush. She spread herself open, feeling how ready she was. Her fingers pushed inside with little resistance, Cassia groaned, her hips lifting off the mattress.

“Oh,” she whispered, pumping slowly, watching her own fingers disappear into her wanting cunt. “Oh, that’s…”

She thought of something she should not think of.

An alpha. Taller than her, broader, with a cock that would dwarf her own. Someone who would not ask permission. Someone who would simply take.

Cassia’s fingers curled inside herself, searching for that spot, moaning when she found it.

“Please,” she breathed to the empty room, testing the word on her tongue. It tasted like surrender. Like honeyed poison.

She imagined the alpha’s voice, low and commanding. On your knees, omega. Show me how badly you need to be filled.

“Yes,” Cassia gasped, responding to her fantasy. Her free hand left her breast and reached down to cup her balls, fondling them briefly before pulling them upwards, giving her other hand more freedom. “Yes, I… I need it.”

Her pussy clenched around her fingers desperately. Her cock throbbed, feeling neglected, but she did not touch it. Today, she wanted to explore the other side of herself. The dangerous side.

Spread your legs wider. Let me see that wet little cunt of yours dripping for my cock.

“Yes mistress,” Cassia whimpered, obeying the voice in her head, thighs falling open obscenely. Her fingers pumped faster, and soon, squelching sounds filled the small room. “Mistress. Please, please fuck me, I’ll be so good-”

The words tumbled out of her, shameful and thrilling. She added a third finger, stretching herself, imagining an alpha’s thick shaft splitting her open instead. Her hips rocked against her own hand, chasing the fullness she could not quite achieve alone.

Her fantasy reignited. She saw herself there, on her back, legs splayed, looking up at some magnificent alpha whose name she did not even know. Saw herself offering her pussy, risking her will, offering every part of her body and soul.

Such a **** little thing. You were born for this, weren’t you?

“No,” Cassia sobbed, her fingers plunging into her slick cunt, her thighs trembling. “Maybe, please don’t make me think, don’t make me choose, just take me.”

Her orgasm built like a wave, vast and inevitable. She was close, so close, her velvet walls fluttering around her knuckles.

Cum for me, beta. Cum for your alpha.

“Yes mistress. I’m c-cumming,” she gasped, her back arching off the bed. “I’m cumming, I’m-ah-aah-fuck-”

Her pussy clenched violently, trapping her fingers, undulating in long, rhythmic waves. Her cock jerked, spilling ropes of cum across her belly, but the main event was below, she **** her hand out from her sensitive pussy sending multiple squirts of warm lubricant into the air, arching and landing onto her sheets, soaking them with her climax. Cassia rode through each wave as it crested, whimpering through the spasms.

For a long moment, she simply lay there, staring at the ceiling, her chest heaving. The scent of her arousal filling the room. Pungent. Sweet. Shameful.

Eventually, her sense returned.

What in the goddesses' names am I thinking?

Cassia sat up abruptly, wiping her glistening hand on a dry corner of the sheet. Her heart still hammered, but her post-nut clarity was cutting through the fog of her lust like blade made of wind.

She had just fantasized about being a beta.

Cassia looked down at herself, spent, flushed, disheveled, and felt an uneasy knot form in her stomach. In private, indulging such thoughts was merely embarrassing.

But if she ever let her guard down around a real alpha, if she ever allowed herself to be that ****, that hungry, that willing…

I would become a beta for real...

Cassia shuddered, and not from pleasure.

“Dangerous,” she muttered, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. “That was dangerous.”