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Trump: *Unable to hold back his raging alpha urges he growled lowly, a possessive rumble in his chest as he pulled down the thin top pinching and twisting at the buds. Till they hardened into a aching peaks, leaning in to capture one between his lips. Pursed and cribklikg as he suckled Biden’s teet, making him let out a mewl of pleasure.*
Trump: “Mmm…tastes like freedom baby,”*he whispered huskily, tracing his tongue up to Biden’s frail neck. Lapping till he bit down, marking the heated omega whilst he ground his growing bulge against Biden’s replaced hip. Not caring if Obama glared jealously, or if Kim sulked at the other table. His focus was solely on his sleepy-princess.*
Biden: “T-Trump-kun—I don’t think I can take it any longer. I need you so bad it hurts,”*he pleaded, his weathered face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and desire. He could feel everyone’s stares on the two of them, but he craved Trump’s touch more than keeping his dignity. The throb and heat of his length again this replaced hip was far too much for him to handle. His hips involuntarily bucking back into his Alpha’s, an invitation to mount.*
Trump: “My sleepy-princess you want your Alpha’s hot cheeto don’t you…fucking you and filling you up with my Presidential batter hmm.”*he teased, nipping his ear and breathing in the sweet intoxicating scent of Biden’s heat. Already working his pants down to his ankles, exposing his cock straining in his kfc boxers. Flipping up Biden’s mini skirt to drink in the sight of his slick soaked thong.*
The audience around them only adding to his insatiable appetite.*
Biden: “P-POTUS papi…please breed me,”*he gasped, eyes already grazed herb with desire. Groaning as he bent his old legs up to his chest to present himself to Trump. His puckered asshole peeking from the strong of his thong, glistening with a mixture of fragrant slick and a bit of blood from his hemorrhoids just begging to get bred. Obama’s eyes and every other alpha’s in the room were drawn in immediately by the sight, wishing they could be in Trump’ place.*
Trump: “Oh Biden-Chan…gonna wreck that little butt of yours.”*His eyes widened at the sight, he wiped the drool dripping down his chin as he pinned Biden down without another word. Pulling down his boxers letting his mayoral member spring free as he positioned himself between his legs, teasing the rosebud with his weeping prick before burying himself inside with a single powerful thrust.*
Biden: “Hnn, your stretching me wide open Trump-kun,”*He cried out in pleasure-pain at the sudden intrusion of Trump’s length pistoning in and out of his sopping wet hole, fluttering around him and pulling him deeper into his wet heat. Rocking his elderly body with every brutal thrust, along with the table and chairs. Knocking their food and milkshake off the table, splattering wettly onto the ground for the underpaid workers to clean up.*
Trump: “Fuck—FUCK….you have the tightest ass Joe-Chan. I’ll fill it up, make you carry my legacy while everyone else witnesses,”*he roared, his voice filled with dark promise as he rutted like a wild animal into Biden’s anus. Relishing the warm embrace that of his omega’s body, wrapped tightly around his throbbing pole. Tensing, tight like a bowstring he felt his orgasm nearing making him thrust his hips even harder, swelling knot seeking entrance.*
*But NO! He was determined to make his little omega come first, with a growl he pulled Biden’s thing further aside letting his erect crinkled penis flop out. Grasping and pumping it as he wrecked his prostate, his knot finally forcing its way inside.*
Biden: “T-TRUMP-KUN!”*Biden sobbed, his arthritis ridden body writhing underneath Trump’s form. How could he not when not only was his swelling prostate being battered and his sensitive little old man rod being stroked. A tingling heat built in his core, unable to hold back he came into Trump’s fist, his lil’ butthole clenching down tightly around his presidential penis.*
Trump:*Biden’s wet heat milking him pushed him right over the edge, his orgasm coming in waves as came inside Biden with a triumphant roar clutching Biden’s penis in his hand.* “I’M COMING BIDEN-CHAN! YOU’RE MINE!”
*Loud enough to make sure everyone else at the Outback knew Biden was his claim as they tied, his bulging knot plupggimg up Biden to make sure none of his seed escaped. Hips stuttering as his thick virile seedy speems filled his anal canal, grinding against his sagging cheeks to make sure he was throughly fertilized. Admiring the sight of his spent mate, flushed and gasping for breath as he collapsed back fully into the table.*
Trump: Damn you look gorgeous like this sleepy Princess…”*He whispered huskily, panting heavily as his hips slowed to a stop, his knot still keeping them locked together steadily filling him till his belly swelled. A symbol of their primal bond and of Trump’s potency as POTUS.*
*He held Biden’s trembling form close, a tender touch compared to their brutal coupling but still possessive. So rough he seemed to have passed out, or rather take his mid-day nap as always.*
*Slowly his knot shrank, his softening Cheeto slipping out of Biden’s butt with a wet squelch as a river of bloody seed dribbled out. His hemorrhoids acting up again what a surprise, it made Trump gently chuckle taking a swipe at the mixture with his finger and bringing it to his lips to taste…delicious he thought as he picked up Biden’s petite form to carry.*
“This Omega is my claim—no one else’s!”*He proudly declared,cradling Biden close to his orange tinted chest protectively. Flashing the angry looking Obama a taunting smug smirk, throwing money for the bill on the trashed table…no tip as always. Before strutting out with his now possibly pregnant mate in tow, past the front door and a shocked Kamala Harris, Biden’s closest pack mate: Her widening eyes immediately drawn to Biden’s passed out form, limp, satisfied and reeking of Trump’s musk. It was clear what had happened, and she was left speechless, brows furrowing with anger as she tried to radoch out for Biden.*
*Trump merely scoffed harshly swatting her hand away, shoving past her unceremoniously. Weaving past the news outlets representatives that had gathered at the Outback Steahouse hearing the commotion, hoping to get a fresh scoop on the new PAWTUS and his mate. Trump settling himself and Biden in his limo, and with a snap of his fingers driving off before Kamala could catch up.*
Kamala: “Y-you think you just fell out of a coconut tree?! You’ll pay for this Trump mark my fucking words!”*She screamed, eyes flashing with rage as she realized Trump had taken everything from her. From her beloved pack member to her dream position as the Pawsidential Alpha. And as she watched Trump drive off she vowed to get sweet revenge.*