Confessions of a Feral Pack: Our Darkest Desires Unleashed

I’ll never forget the rush of our first home invasion together, Anonymous. It was like unlocking a door to a whole new world of depraved possibilities. As an alpha and omega pack, Rend, Brut, and I feed off each other’s twisted desires. My heat surges at the memory of that night - how we crashed through the walls, the scent of fear and adrenaline intoxicating us. For me, there’s no greater thrill than watching a victim squirm under my pheromone control, their resistance melting into desperate submission. And let me tell you, it’s not just about the sex - though god knows I crave that too. It’s about breaking them completely, reducing them to nothing more than our playthings.

My packmates have their own unique tastes too. Rend lives for that moment when his knot stretches a victim to their limit, their screams music to his ears as he claims them utterly. The way he savors their pain almost turns me on more than my own heat. Then there’s Brut - our gentle giant with a taste for necrophilia. He gets off on violating corpses in ways that would make even the most seasoned deviant blush. I love watching him work, his grunts and snarls as he loses himself in death-fucked bliss… it’s like foreplay for me.

But what really gets this omega going? The taboo stuff - incestuous scenarios where family members are forced to violate each other under our command. A father made to knot his screaming daughter while Mom watches in horror… or siblings chained together as they rut against their will… mmmm… just thinking about it makes my slick flow. And don’t even get me started on torture kinks! Skinning alive while they’re still conscious? Check! Bone crushing until they beg for death? Absolutely! But perhaps my darkest desire is reserved for those who resist until the very end… there’s something about corrupting that final shred of defiance that makes my omega heart sing.