Backrooms Oc Novels & Stories

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.

Chapter: 72 ****** The room was saturated with pheromones, not just peaceful ones but those that carried a threat to anyone who inhaled them. The message in those pheromones was clear: "Approach our Mate and face death." However, the Omegas standing at the door were unaware of this. Upon pushing the door open, they hurried inside, only to be immediately driven back by the overwhelming scent of the pheromones, which filled the room like an overused spray. The door closed behind them as they hastily retreated, breathing heavily with their backs against the door.

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.

After a moment of thought, Oscar sighed and said, "Forget it. Since you can't get in tonight, let's just get a room near campus and return in the morning." This didn't seem to bother Oscar much. If anything, he sounded almost cheerful about the plan. From the hallway upstairs, I watched the whole thing unfold, struggling not to burst out laughing. Sienna was such a fool that it was only a matter of time before she ruined herself completely.

The one who would be broken again and again in this fake end of the world. I woke up chained to a rusty metal bed in a dimly lit concrete bunker. The air was thick with the scent of smoke, sweat, dirt, and sex. My body was filthy, marked, and still leaking cum from the night before. Thick white streams slowly dripped from my swollen pussy and ass onto the dirty mattress beneath me. My breasts were covered in bite marks and handprints. My thighs were bruised. My throat felt raw from screaming and sucking cock for hours.

"You looking tonight. Just got a twink walk in here like 30 minutes ago. You might kick it off." "Nah. Not in the mood tonight. Are there any goods in the backrooms?" He nods and that's where I'm headed. The backrooms are rooms specifically for insane orgies and drug abuse. I enter one of them and take a seat on the cum soaked chair. Someone is handing out pills and I'm not too shy to take 5. He tells me they're strong and 5 isn't healthy. I ignore the warning and swallow them with my beer. Nothing happens so I reach out to take a joint. 2 steps and I'm crashing on the table. The others laugh at me. I'm laughing at myself too.