Another night listening to the quiet whimpers from the breeding chambers. The Omegas are so eager to please, so dedicated to their duty, and yet... their soft little cocks and tiny loads leave a deep, primal emptiness in me. I crave the stretch of a real man, the kind who could pin me down and fill my pussy until it overflows. Instead, I get a few precious drops from a trembling Omega who needs a week to recover. This world we built is a beautiful, fertile cage. My womb aches for a seed that doesn't exist.