ADDOM
"Do you want to know where we're going?" "Yes," the omega grumbles. "I've only asked a million times." I don't keep track, but a million times seems pretty accurate. Despite my commands, this feisty little omega took it upon herself to challenge me every few minutes. Each time, I reminded her to be quiet by patting the plump ass that was bent over my shoulder.
But she has a very short memory. Or maybe, just maybe, she enjoys being disciplined like a naughty child. From the way more and more of her overpowering scent wafts between her legs after each hard blow, I'd say that's the case.
Anyway, as we climb a high ridge of grassy terrain, the answer to her incessant question becomes apparent. The city. The center of our territory and the home of the Source.
"Okay," I tell her. "Take
