Backrooms Oc Novels & Stories

His blood-stained fingers hooked under her chin as his tall, imposing frame leaned in, pressing her against the railing. He studied her with an almost childlike fascination. It was as if he had just discovered something new and intriguing in the world. Pinned against his chest, Wendy squirmed uneasily. Benjamin caught the hand she had kept clenched in a fist just as she was about to speak. Her heart pounded violently as his long, well-defined fingers pried open her delicate fingers one by one. A small, triangular shard of glass hidden in her palm was finally revealed. The sharp edge had already pierced deep into her flesh. Her palm was now a mess of blood and torn skin.

Aurelia jolted upright with a sharp gasp. Warm sheets tangled around her legs. Moonlight filtered through silken drapes. Her heart battered her ribs like a caged predator. She wasn’t in the forest. She wasn’t bleeding out. She wasn’t… dead. Her eyes darted wildly—taking in familiar furniture, carved from silverwood; the royal crest painted above her door; the scent of roses and pine— Home. I’m back. Aurelia’s fingers trembled as they brushed her unharmed chest—no stab wound. No blood. No pain.

“This is a Christmas gift. Open it now. Even the women here understand basic manners better than you. “I really don’t understand how we ended up hiring trash like you.” After opening it, the words “24-Hour Overtime Voucher” came into view. It was exactly the same as my previous life. “How interesting. Trash has such bad luck even when drawing. “Did you walk under a ladder or something?”

The call cut off abruptly. I could feel his anxiety crackling through the static. I pressed a hand to my abdomen. The pain there was nothing compared to the tearing inside me. Hot liquid seeped through the fabric of my evening gown. The agony was so intense it left me numb, sharp and clear. Thirty minutes ago, I'd been ambushed during a Black Hand operation at the Ricci compound. I needed Dante's private seal, the only way to get me access to the family's medical team.

The answer he gave me made me breathless and somehow excited my inner Omega. "So what if they did? I bet you wanted to be my Omega in the first place." he slowly said. His husky voice thrilled me beyond belief. My thoughts drifted a bit to a possible future we can have if I, ever accepted him as my mate or vice versa. But my foolish thoughts only crumbled as soon as I remembered why I came back in the first place. The memories of the past that were already buried deep inside my head flowed like uncaged prisoners. It flows down as if it were reminding me of the wounds that I thought were already healed but were still open. Tears stream down my face unknowingly. Yet they never reach the floor

Finally, I was pushed over the edge, and I cried out. I held Callum for a minute, and he held me. When the moment had died down, I started moving gently again. Already I could feel another org**m building. Callum sat up I got on all fours. He then f**ked me from behind. I yelled out with each thrust, each time his balls slapped my cl*t; each time his giant d*ck filled me to the hilt. I moved my hand to my cl*t to help things along. I came again just as I could feel him burst inside me. Waves of hot c*m filled me up.

“—you’ll only be able to come thinking of me.” The heat on my lower back intensified, branding itself into my flesh in intricate, glowing lines I couldn’t see but could feel—spirals and runes that pulsed in time with her thrusts. “Come,” she commanded. My body obeyed before my mind caught up. The orgasm ripped through me like lightning. My cunt clamped down on her cock so hard it hurt—in the best way. I screamed her name until my voice cracked. Slick gushed around her shaft, dripping down my thighs. The mark on my back flared white-hot, searing pleasure straight into my clit, prolonging the climax until black spots danced in my vision.

The room reverberated with afterglow—humid air saturated in sweat, citrus slick, and blooming blood-orchid. Beneath it all lurked a heavier note: burnt amber and spice, the kind of Alpha pheromone that clung to drywall and slithered under doors to haunt anyone in the hallway. Even the bedframe gave a weak, uncertain creak every few seconds, as if its joints couldn’t catch up with what had been done to it.

[TIME ELAPSED IN OVERCLOCK: 1 MINUTE, 20 SECONDS] The air inside the Deep Warren tasted of ozone and pulverized stone. Baraka stood between the terrified, retreating civilians and the two towering, eyeless UN chimeras. The violet electricity of the Overclock mode violently hissed across his skin, illuminating the cavern in rapid, strobe-like flashes. To the baseline humans scrambling up the basalt terraces, Baraka looked like a stationary blur of purple light.

Osric groans with his hands on my hips as he grinds his growing erection against my backside. “It’s easy to forget how connected we are as mates.” I moan at Osric’s large hand wrapping around me, as I watch Embry holding Raven’s wrist with one hand as the other slides down her navel to her pussy. “Don’t worry, we won’t let you forget again.” Osric’s deep voice vibrates his chest and my back, as I groan and buck my hips into Osric’s firm grip. Raven whimpers as Embry slips his fingers into her dripping wet pussy, drawing circles around her clit.