Waiting for Sombra's Game to begin was like torture; Sombra, for the first time in a long time, left Katya entirely alone, no phone calls, no messages, nothing. Solitude made everything so much worse, and yet the proud Russian alpha couldn't stand anyone else's company. That would be like surrendering, and the omega hacker had made it quite clear: if Katya gave herself to someone other than Sombra, all Katya's messy secrets would come spilling out. Trapped, Katya's despair strode alongside and entwined with her desire in equal measure. She never would've been able to explain her feelings to a sympathetic ear even if the option wasn't blacklisted in her mind already, she couldn't even explain any of it to herself.
Katya's usually pristine mind seemed unable to function, save to do one thing; perhaps her thoughts might drift off for a moment, but they always returned to orbit around the idea of Sombra, as if that damn bitch had become her sun. Her precious self-control, that which she had clung to and prided herself on for years, was suddenly elusive. She'd called off a majority of her bodyguards save those that were discreet and quite good at watching from afar, and only when she was in public. When she was resting in her main home, or in one of her many apartments, she wanted to be alone. All alone…
All alone with the image of Sombra… her navyazchivaya ideya, her obsession. Perhaps grander than that. Her muse. In grand literature, aglæca-wif, put on this earth to destroy her great empire. To destroy the great Katya, for all her equally great mistakes, of which Sombra was only one.
Katya had touched herself countless times to that disgusting video she'd been sent; in those moments she feverishly slid her hand up and down her pale hard shaft and all she could imagine, eyes locked on the screen, was claiming the beautiful, dripping sex that Zarya had stolen from her. Like Katya was nothing more than an animal, the same treacherous, filthy thought constantly intruded upon her: 'She's mine, she's mine, she's mine. She has to be.' A madwoman's mantra; entirely senseless, entirely selfish, and no matter how much she told herself how crazy she'd become, how Sombra would never agree to be hers, or anyone's, her body merely grew more frenzied.
The Alpha in Katya had decided that it was Sombra who would bring ultimate satisfaction. What kind of Alpha was she, wanting to be with an Omega like that succubus, when sweet, soft Ivan had offered himself so gently? He'd even offered up his Heat to her after all her coldness, after all the years of neglect, like a world by her side truly meant something to him. He could never make her his plaything, even if he wanted to, but that was just it. Katya had always been able to access that soft, loving side of Ivan, hence their first child, and there had been no lack of interest from other submissive sorts. Katya was, as far as they come, not a bad catch even without the normal alpha-centric tendencies. She pretty much had it all: she was healthy and wealthy, competent, highly-intelligent, exceptionally attractive; if she'd ever bothered to be the one to pursue, she was sure she could have anyone she wanted, but the idea of life with a boring, tamed omega, the kind her position required, sounded as toxic as poison to her now.
At least some part of Katya longed for the control that Sombra offered. As the days trickled by, she had no choice but to accept that longing. She was Katya Volskaya, the sort of Alpha to show up in the "wealthiest, hottest Alphas around the world" part of magazines: CEO of the greatest company in the world, beloved of the Russian people… but beneath Sombra's heel, she was nothing but a worthless alpha with an equally worthless cock. Indulging in sex acts, neglecting her duties, abandoning her morals, these were the things Sombra had to offer: an Omega with the voice of a siren. Katya was sure that Sombra had been put on this earth to ruin her. Sombra was going to destroy Ivan as well, tear apart the delicate feelings of the omega she'd once started a family with. Sombra hadn't discussed the specifics, she didn't need to. Knowing their actions were going to hurt somebody she loved should've been enough, should've disgusted Katya, should've made her angry and passionate and unwilling to take this one step further, should've should've should've! But instead… every time she so much as let a single thought filter in about Sombra's planned activities for them, Katya lost herself in a rush of twisted excitement. The alpha in her, once silent, screamed that there was nothing, nothing more delicious than an Omega that wanted to guard her property as jealously as Sombra seemed to. She'd never heard of such a thing… that voice… Every day that dragged by, she found her eyes attached to her phone like a dog's eyes fixed on a door. Waiting. Katya Volskaya was no longer the most powerful woman in Russia. She was property. That word made it all so much better, eased the weight of guilt off her shoulders. That's right, that's what she was now, what Katya had been since her mistakes were pulled out of the shadows, since she first made a deal with that woman. The time for regret had long passed. Sombra's new game could be no worse than her own arms deals with the omnics.
It seemed, at times, like Sombra could see everything, hear everything. It should've made her angry. It used to… but somehow, as the days trickled by it had become a comfort. Even if they didn't message, call, play, there was always the knowledge of the many eyes, the hidden cameras, in her apartments, in her home, in her office. She'd wondered, at first, how such a thing was possible. Her security was bypassed so easily, with the same ease which Sombra had invaded her sense of self, and Katya didn't pursue fiercer security measures… somehow she felt safer with Sombra watching her than she'd ever felt with her armed security guards before. Every camera lens, every thought of 'Can she see me even now?' was a reminder that the omega was always with her.
Then, finally, a break in the ceaseless, empty routine.
Katya was distracted, in the middle of a meeting, but the second her screen lit up her vivid, pale blue eyes flashed toward her phone. "I have to go," she said coldly, and she did not bother making any excuses for herself as she began to pack up her things. The other work leads glanced at each other in disbelief, but when she looked up and glowered at each of them when someone spoke up, they all fell silent. It was forgivable, perhaps. Katya Volskaya never left early, never disrupted a meeting, was never anything but a cool, calm, comforting presence… but she stormed out now, and they stared at the tall, white-clad alpha's back as she stalked out of the office.
She heard someone whisper, "A new Omega in her life? Her hormones…"
Sombra was angry, voice clipped at the edges, "Next time, answer on the first ring."
Katya was still striding through the main Volskaya office building; she lowered her voice. "I-I couldn't, please understand. I was in the middle of something. I answered as soon as I was able-"
"Cállate la boca, don't you mouth back to me, it wasn't a suggestion. Next time, don't leave me waiting." Sombra was in a dark mood today, that much was obvious.
"..." Katya's mood blackened to match. Somehow, she wanted to obey and give so that Sombra would feel better, and yet the other half of her still arrogantly cried out for rebellion. "I'm sorry. I'll answer right away next time."
"You're sorry! You really are pathetic… To think, some poor omega let you put a baby in them. A real shame."
Such cruelty. "Shut your mouth," The alpha snapped instinctively. "You'd be lucky if I came inside you, considering the kind of omega that you are. I was raised better than to waste cum on women like you, Ivan is a good man."
"Women like me?" Sombra's voice echoed back, and she sounded very amused, and excited suddenly. "Am I your jezebel? Do you think I want your bastard? Come on now… the only one who wants you to rock their knot in my pussy is you. You're the one beating off to me all the time. So many videos. I could make my own porn site with your videos alone, you know, and yet you keep giving me more. More, and more, and more. I think you're addicted to me. I don't think you could quit me if you wanted to."
Katya bit her lip and hated the way her body started to heat up, the way that cold insult set her heart racing, a second pulse echoing far below. She glanced around, embarrassed when she realized there were still quite a lot of people she had to walk through to get outside, including her security men. Using her briefcase as cover, Katya quickly exited the building, heading straight for her car. She felt relieved when she sunk into the comfortable seat, but Sombra stole away all comfort soon enough.
"Ivan is a good boy, you're right about that. I've been watching him. Perhaps I should satisfy his heat. It's gonna hit him the day after tomorrow. Am I his type? Sometimes omega's have it in them, you know. The capacity to give everything an alpha thinks they can't."
Katya's blood ran cold, and for a moment all her sexual excitement abated, and became something else entirely. She'd always wondered what it was that compelled alphas to murder one another in fits of passion over an omega, and now, she thoroughly understood. "You leave him alone; do you hear me?"
"You're not being protective of him. So don't even pretend.""
"Sombra…" Katya hissed in warning.
"You're jealous of him, of the idea of me having fun with his cock, but not because you care. You want me for yourself, you don't give a shit about him."
"Enough! Enough… please, Sombra." Everything was becoming confusing. She was protective of their family, her sweet daughter, and yet she wanted to tear Ivan apart for daring to be the object of Sombra's feigned attraction. Sombra was taunting her, it was so obvious, and yet it was still so enraging. "You're a ruinous person."
"You call me ruinous, yet every alpha I've stepped on has worshipped me, thanked me for offering them the freedom they never dared reach for. I'm ruinous, yet that former husband of yours is the saddest thing I've ever seen. An omega begging for an alpha to pay a visit during his heat? And you, barely a reaction, your thoughts roaming to me. Then, there was the reaction you denied him, and yet you couldn't look him in the eyes and say what you really felt. That you have someone else you want to fuck a baby into, because despite acting all tough... you're a big pussy, Katya. An alpha with no bite. Tsk. I bet he has alphas lining up at his door, but for some reason he wants you. He won't settle; even though he knows you don't want him, that you'd abandon him all over again. He's going to throw himself in front of you like cattle before a beast."
"..."
"Katya, that's why we're going to devour that innocence. Not because I'm some woman sent to destroy you, I'm protecting him from you. I can't let him waste himself with your pathetic cum again. No Omega, nobody… is going to stand by your side while I am here. There will only ever be me now, above you."
Katya felt a voice crying out from somewhere inside her; she should yell, she should demand Ivan get left out of this, she should tell this woman off again and again, because she deserved it, because nobody deserved the cruelty Katya had been served… instead, she felt a stronger voice superseding the first.
"Yes. That's right. I'm yours, Sombra…"
For a long time Sombra said nothing. Katya had a feeling that if the speaker was close to her mouth, she'd hear the dark-skinned beauty heavily breathing.
Then, suddenly, in a slightly shuddery voice, "What kind of pervert are you? You actually like that I'm taking everyone, everything, away from you?" In the distance, a gentle slick noise. So subtle Katya wondered if she was imagining it.
The idea of other powerful alphas beneath Sombra made her feel so depressed. She had to prove that she was more exciting, more worthy, than any of them. She had more to offer... surely, Sombra recognized that. Katya groaned, buried her face in her hands. "... Yes, I like it. Forgive me. I am weak… so pathetic, so sinful…" Her eyes burned with tears. "You can have it all."
"Even your cum? You'll pour it out in my womb, again and again?" The omega seemed quite amused, but Katya had nothing but honesty to offer in this moment. She was sitting in her car, incapable of driving home because she was too turned on to think. Everything Sombra claimed about her was true.
"... Yes. Oh God, yes..." Katya couldn't stop her hips from jumping, thrusting at her imagination, embarrassment making her face color. "Oh, I want it so very badly, Sombra."
"But I thought your parents raised you better than that?"
"Laugh, if you'd like, but nothing makes sense with you around. My parents would never approve of a woman like you, if they were even alive, but... I love you. I don't care about anything but you anymore..."
"If that's true, then I'm sure your knot will be ready for me right now."
It was. Katya didn't need to hear the command to recognize it. She flipped her phone, turned the camera option on, raised her hips, and pulled her pale trousers and underwear down her thighs. Her big, stiff cock came out, the tip already wet, the base utterly swollen, a large, broad growth present. Her knot pulsed, hot and swollen, beneath the length of her dick.
The line went dead. But, just before it did, Katya heard it. An unrestrained, desperate moan. Just like that, Sombra was gone again.