Omega butler

At two o'clock in the morning on the deserted highway, the black motorbike roared with the stars as fast as a black leopard at the end of the road, the sharp sound of tires scraping through the eardrums and then stopped, temporarily halting at this remote gas station.  The air was filled with the thick smell of Alpha's mixed news, where the gas station had a fleet of Alpha's motorbikes, their bodies were tall, their arms bursting with muscles tattooed with gear, steam, and English words, behind the grease, holding the tip of the cigarette, provocativelyatively looking at the uninvited guest who came not far away.  "Where grows a rich jerk." Alpha pulled up her tank top to reveal the deep veins in her abs, whistling toward the person.  The Alpha here can see everyone coming. The black panther under his waist —— Nordic Goddess 1800, is a super horsepower patrol car made in the US; 85% of the car components are made by hand, only produced 2500 units and then discontinued. The man was wearing a jet-black helmet, his body was covered with tight riveted clothes, his figure was slim, his waist was beautiful, and it was hot for Alpha to wear on the back of his neck. A black steel neck guard, tightly glued to protect the gland.  Alpha despised wearing neck guards, strong enough to secure their soft nape with claws.  Despite wearing tight neck guards, it was still unavoidable to let a little sweet scent spill through the gap. The other taste was soft and delicious, like a spoonful of sweet cow's milk mixed with cotton candy spinning, teasing unconsciously, causing the Alphas here to boil with enthusiasm after smelling that sweet and soft scent.  The eyes of the Alphas had a layer of resistance, hope, and blood, like a pack of wolves staring at a besieged innocent deer; their eyes were full of greed and greed; if their gazes were to come color, they must have soon ignited a bluish glow. The person who came was an Omega.  Omega's sweet and passionate news is in front of him, making it even more difficult for Alpha to control or endure; Omega's taste is as pure as milk candy, not yet spread through Alpha's breath, and is the best product. Moreover, it has not been marked by anyone yet.  Claude Froll took off his helmet, his short, soft, light gray hair swayed in the wind, and the rich, sweet scent immediately filled the entire gas station, masking the sharp smell of gasoline.  Two rabbit ears as soft as cotton hanging behind the hair, pinched by the hat to prevent blood circulation, Claude Froll frustratedly smoothed the rabbit ears and massaged them for a moment, reducing the feeling of numbness. He took out his tactical belt; the inhibitor medicine in the box had already been used up, and the burning sensation in his body started to make him feel uneasy and uncomfortable. He needed Alpha's news to reassure him gently. The rabbit's ears are congested and want to be stroked, the glands in the neck have begun to flutter wildly, scattering information to attract the object, and the unsatisfied body starts to ache, instinctively using pain to stimulate the like Claude Froll , who wants him to find the right Alpha to be s*x, reducing the need to have s*x.  Claude Froll impatiently inhaled a breath of fresh air and softly said to the staff: "Full of bottles."  The staff member is an ordinary Beta, not very sensitive to news, but is confused by this gentle and handsome beauty, not knowing which button to press.  "Sorry, sorry." Beta repeatedly lowered her head, straightened her nose, and started the gas pump.  Claude Froll leaned on his side, nervously clutching his arm, reaching a slightly trembling hand to take out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket, looking up at the no-fire sign in front of him, resentfully putting the things he left behind in the handbag.  An unmarked floppy-eared Omega Rabbit.  How soft is the soft keyword? This means that you will become the most delicious dish on the plate of the Alphas. They will use any cloth to wrap tightly around you, ankles, wrists, and small nape. The skinny guy will be crushed by a big and robust predator, unable to move, constantly entering inside, again and again, biting his body, filling his body with information to express his possession openly, that this beautifully sweet and juicy little rabbit has been taken by me and kept for my own, you will be eaten by the fierce Alphas, without a bone, without anything left, swallowed in the stomach, any The force lay there struggling in tears and sweat, even blood, struggling to be licked like a strange delicacy.  Omega is a precious resource and wealth, like a thin piece of ice on the surface of a lake, weakly divided in an instant.  A double-lidded Alpha, gasping for air, approached Claude Froll. He was the most handsome and handsome Alpha among the Alphas, and the jacket couldn't pull the tight muscles of his full chest, revealing his skin and ferocious lion tattoo.  " This innocent boy is so beautiful." He was determined to release all of his high concentration of information, use an oppressive aura to surround Omega in front of him, and release the strong pheromone through his breath. This is a second-order differentiated epithelial cell of a human. Alpha lion, Alpha lion secondary differentiation, regardless of gender or on the species' food chain, completely overwhelmed Claude Froll.  Most epithelial cells can only go through one stage of differentiation; second-order thymocyte differentiation belongs to the elite few, giving its owner greater power, becoming the leader in the field of the Alphas. This lion, Alpha, is the pack's Alpha and has never been negligent in night hunting. So far, the solid and powerful Alpha has been the object of admiration for the weak Omegas, let alone the perfect Alpha. Second-order chemistry accounts for only 1% of the total Alpha, a rare talent that the manufacturing industries aspire to.  The lion alpha is confident with his powerful charm and oppressive information, he wants to drool this cute floppy rabbit, wants to pierce through him immediately, press on that slim waist, using his sharp teeth to mark him, symbolizing possession.  Claude Froll, in a state of panic, was suddenly filled with news of Alpha's pleas making him even more miserable, boiling blood vessels about to burst, rabbit ears as soft as cotton heating bones. The whole person seemed to be pierced by a large amount of news. Trying to resist, the disturbing news would make Claude Froll more tired, and his pale lips were drained of blood.  The weak little rabbit took half a step back.  Alpha lion smiled slightly and stretched his hand to Claude Froll, who wanted to remove his neck's protection, carefully smelling the scent on his body.  But the next moment, the cold muzzle of the Desert Eagle gun was placed in front of his forehead; Alpha lion suddenly woke up, smelling the faint smell of fresh blood on the little rabbit's body, as if he had just escaped from a fight.  Claude Froll, holding a gun in one hand, politely said softly, "Mr, just leave me alone for a while, okay?"  The two kilograms of the Desert Eagle in Claude Froll 's skinny hand seemed light at first glance, not to mention the ten-inch scope mounted on it, a frail Omega naturally armed with a crude pistol as an identification...  Alpha lion has a cold face: "Don't you know I'm, no one in the world dares to point a gun at my face."  Claude Froll was a little weak, like a dandelion in full bloom being broken by passing wind. He smiled and said: "It is there now, Mr., everything will be the first time. ."  The noisy gas station suddenly became quiet, the air was as cold as ice, and the Alphas leaned on their motorbikes together, dumbfounded, watching their arrogant young master being threatened by the small floppy-eared rabbit.  Filled up with gas, Claude Froll put on his helmet and strode to the jet-black motorcycle, and the starlight reflected on his face pierced the eyes of the Alpha lions, leaving only a white smoke and an explosion echoing in the smell of gasoline noses. Alpha lion dumbfoundedly watched the rabbit leave. He turned his head to look at the windshield of his helmet, revealing a pair of sad, lonely eyes with pale gray pupils, helpless and helpless like the last dandelion that still exists, making others unable to hold back their grief. Who would let little Omega be mistreated? He fell in love, and it must not be accessible without Alpha to take care of him.  Claude Froll turned onto an empty road and passed a few farms and farms in the countryside; an older woman was squatting on the narrow road, covered with a decent headscarf, a young dark blue dress on her body, a faded but still very clean, purple chrysanthemum. It is located on sideburns, and is an old Omega, encouraged by foreign tourists to refurbish themselves.  Claude Froll, about ten meters from the older woman, braked so as not to disturb the smoke and noise. The older woman opened her eyes and frowned, sniffing the sweet taste in the air, rebuking: Like rabbits always in estrus, it's inconvenient without Alpha to take care of you. Have you caught your Alpha yet?"  Claude Froll smiled, the soft rabbit ears in his nose cupped in front of his cheeks, hiding his rosy face, and replied softly: "I haven't caught it yet, maybe yesterday's flowers weren't fresh, so he didn't like them. "  The older woman pursed her lips, wrinkled wrinkles curved with the gesture. He took out a red rose from the flower basket with water on it because Claude Froll plotted: "Here, give it to him when you enter the door, and give him another passionate kiss. The other man will be charmed by you."  His eyes were gentle, as if moved by an older woman's advertisement. He took out a red rose, put it in the front pocket of his shirt, took out the money from his chest, took out ten coins, and gave them to the older woman. They slowly collected the cash, meticulously discounted it, then solemnly put the change in a gorgeous lace bag.  He was a regular customer of hers, and when he got home from work, he would bring a rose for the Alpha.  But roses are too expensive, and if he buys the whole bunch and sees them dry and thrown in the trash for the salary he receives, it seems a bit luxurious.  So he had to buy one.  So, when he sees the rose in his pocket wither, it won't be too painful.  The black helmet covered Claude Froll's pale face, his hair was wet with cold sweat, and his cheeks were ruffled. He reluctantly pulled the car into the basement garage, and his whole body was drenched in the elevator.  He was using drugs to suppress arousal, like drinking poisoned wine to quench thirst, making Claude Froll's arousal more intense each year, like a wild beast imprisoned in a cage, in his body dying, killing indiscriminately, mocking martial arts, stabbing every blood vessel painfully.  At first, Claude Froll could even support the wall to walk, but then he could only kneel and crawl, instinctively heading for the bedroom that carried Alpha's familiar breath.  Extremely longing, this kind of strong desire to be touched by the owner of this breath, just touching it would make him better, no need to do anything for him, touch one, then give him some comforting news, so that he could ease some of his pain.  He was as weak as a small rabbit pulled from the water, clinging to the last ray of hope in front of the bedroom door, struggling to protect the beautiful red rose, just about to knock lightly on the bedroom door, a neck Alpha's concentrated essential information was one step ahead of the body, entwining with it, and the taste of the greasy Omega, like a chainsaw, finally cut through and crushed the last line of defense along with Claude Froll.  The groans echoed in the bedroom, and the beautiful Omega inside breathed heavily, accompanied by a muffled body collision sound: " Ah, Alex...... Pain, pain... ..."  Omega's enthusiasm was aroused in her heart, suddenly cold, knowing that this had happened time after time. He didn't bother to hide it but couldn't get used to it; Claude Froll's eyes were lonely and melancholy, Desert Eagle in his hand towards the bedroom.