by Zoey Ellis
Emperor Drocco looked as he always did—like a wild beast just barely contained in the flesh of an enormous man—but there was something fascinating about him that she hadn’t noticed before. That familiar nervousness bloomed immediately, trembling in her stomach along with a desire to go to him, but she knew it was because her blocks had gone. Without them, she wouldn’t be able to resist his pheromones, but she would try.
The Emperor looked around the room until he found her, his black eyes unreadable. “It is fortunate for you, that you’re finally awake.”
“So you can knot me while I’m conscious this time?” Cailyn spat, instantly angry. “Yes, how fortunate for me.”
He held her eyes for a moment, then turned slowly to place items she couldn’t see on the table by the door, next to one of the sofas. “Your willful attitude was entertaining when I thought you were a Beta,” he said casually, turning back to her. “When I thought I had to wait to fuck you. I’m not interested in being entertained by that now.”
His calm manner disturbed her. “I was not aiming to entertain you.”
“You were aiming to deceive me!” he bellowed suddenly.
Cailyn jumped but discarded her fear almost as soon as it rose.
The Emperor’s eyes blazed. “You are aware that I do not tolerate traitors?”
“I never swore loyalty to you.”
The Emperor thundered towards her, and Cailyn forced herself to hold her ground. He grabbed the sheet around her and ripped it away.
Cailyn didn’t bother to react. She was barely holding out against the scent that swept in around her. Her nipples hardened and slick was already gathering between her legs, even though she was sore.
Drocco snarled as the last of the sheet left her. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, his face close to hers. “You lied constantly about who and what you are.”
“And you raped me,” she said evenly. “So I guess we are even.”
His eyes narrowed. “Rape?” The distaste on his face surprised her somewhat. “You think you can plead to be fucked, offer me your pussy and your mouth for days, slam that tight hole up onto my knot and then cry rape?”
His words sent a tingly shiver down her spine and slick began to drip down her thighs, but her mind still worked, even if her body was lost to her. “That was hormones,” she said, through gritted teeth. “Instincts and hormones. I wasn’t sane or in my right mind.”
Drocco made a noise of displeasure at the back of his throat. “Are you sane now?” His voice lowered. “Because I can smell the release of your slick and I haven't even touched you yet.”
“Hormones,” she said, breathier than she intended.
They glared at each other, a crackle of electricity shooting through Cailyn at the feel of his eyes roaming over her. His face contorted and he threw her by her hair onto the bed. She landed on her back and began to scramble away from him.
“Be still,” he ordered.
She froze, and a part of her relaxed. It was easier on her emotionally to just follow his demands, but too much was at stake—she had to ignore the part of her that wanted to simply submit. Cailyn had never been one to take the easy route anyway.
“Open your legs,” he demanded, undoing his pants.
Her legs were already half open before he finished speaking. She slammed them shut again, scrunching her lips together. All she had to do was focus.
Drocco’s gaze intensified on her as he pulled off his shirt. “You fight your instincts.”
She glared at him. She couldn’t stop him from overpowering her, but she could try to make it as hard for him as possible. Since he wanted a submissive, it wouldn’t please him.
However, once naked, the smell of him besieged her, making her almost dizzy with desire for him. His tanned bulk of a body was the epitome of a warrior—hard muscles bunched along his shoulders and down his arms, cut across his chest, his stomach—everywhere. Accompanying them were numerous scars that documented his success in battle, marking him a successful warrior. His cock stood up, a thick and long column jutted out for her. Memories of it inside her swam in her mind and a warmth agitated her body.
She wanted to be repulsed by everything about him—his rugged look, the potency of his Alpha stench, the violence signified by every mark on his body—but as an Omega, she had to appreciate that he was an incredibly handsome Alpha, and no amount of mental self-persuasion could convince her that his scent was anything other than enticingly delicious. Everything about him magnified her desire for him.
Drocco stroked himself, his enormous fist working up and down that magnificent cock, and a smirk spread slowly across his face.
Cailyn started, shocked as she realized she was somehow suddenly spread before him, her knees as far as they could go, her slick trickling onto the bed.
Drocco advanced, his black eyes triumphant. “Are you saying no, kitten?” he growled.
Cailyn swallowed the automatic answer that came to her lips, the one pushed forward by her Omega instincts to tell him to fuck and knot her until she was near enough blind. She cursed inwardly that she didn’t even have the willpower to close her legs.
He stopped by the bed looking down at her, his eyes tracking down her body and all she could do was stare back. “Never cover yourself in this room,” he ordered. “I want to see your body at all times.”
She didn’t answer and he reached for her, grabbing her hips and dragging her to the edge of the bed. She kept herself upright, her hands behind her to take her weight. She would not lie down before him.
“I’m sore,” she said, evenly.
His eyes glittered. “I know.”
Once her hips were at the edge, her legs still wide for him, Drocco ran a hand up across her stomach, over her breasts and pinched her nipples. She bit back a moan at the feel of his hands on her, sending goosebumps all over her. She gasped when he began tapping the head of his engorged cock on her clit. She melted into the sparks of sweet pleasure, sighing at the relief of not having to fight against her nature anymore.
"What is your name?" His voice was low.
"Cailyn."
"Cailyn what?"
She didn't say anything. She couldn't.
His mushroomed tip pressed against her bruised opening, and suddenly she was alert.
“What is your family name?” he asked.
“I don’t know.”
He pushed the tip in roughly, and she yelled, the raw pain dampening her pleasure. She seemed to be sore all the way inside.
“I don’t know it,” she shrieked. “I don’t know it.”
He paused, stilling his hips. “Are you a spy for King Malloron?”
“No,” she breathed.
“Why are you here?”
“To look at your research.”
“Why?”
Cailyn quickly gained control of herself before she opened her mouth again. She squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her jaw, fighting against her fear and impulses. She was not in the Haze. There was no excuse for answering his questions. She had just promised herself she would protect her people and she would stick by that—even if it meant sexual torture. She opened her eyes and looked upon the savage that had her at her most vulnerable. Regardless of his obvious allure, he was the enemy.
He seemed to sense the change in her and a fierceness entered his gaze.
He slammed into her pussy, a coarse grunt escaping him. She cried out as pain exploded up inside her. She tensed everything, intending to push him away. He moaned and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back so her chest jutted out as he slammed in again, and again, building a hard, steady rhythm.
Cailyn struggled against him for a moment before realizing the pain had dulled. In fact, it had blended with the harsh pleasure flooding her body. She breathed heavily as she stared up at the canopy, trying to figure out why the sensation of being filled so completely and so roughly caused such carnal satisfaction. When a warm mouth closed over her breast, and a rough tongue lapped her nipp
le, she stopped caring. The feeling overwhelmed and intoxicated her, and soon it wasn’t enough.
Gripping Drocco’s scarred, muscled arms, she flicked her hips every time he sunk in, fucking him back. A low growl built up in his chest and it sent tingles to every part of her body. She moaned with every pound that jolted her, the wet slaps of their mating filling her ears as her pleasure spiraled.
He sucked her nipple harder as his rhythm increased and by the time he licked up her neck, an orgasm crashed into her, seizing her whole body in an intense explosion of brilliant ecstasy.
As she recovered, Drocco’s mouth pressed on her ear. “I haven’t yet heard you say no, kitten,” he sneered, before biting her earlobe. He hadn’t even paused his thrusts while she came and still gripped her hair, holding her head tilted upward. As she blinked lazily at the canopy, the tremor of another orgasm coiled within her but before she could get there, he came, jerking into her with throaty grunts punctuating each jerk of his hips.
On his last thrust, his knot slammed in, stretching her wide as he spilled inside her. As they calmed, Drocco released her hair, and she lifted her head to find his eyes blazing into her. “Who sent you?”
She pressed her lips together, simply staring at him.
“Tell me who sent you,” he ordered.
She looked away from him, toward the covered window.
Drocco placed his hands on her hips. He began to pull away from her, his knot pulling against the already sore muscles clamped onto it.
Cailyn snapped her head to look at him, her eyes wide in horror. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Tell me who sent you,” he said calmly, pausing his movement. “Why are you interested in my research? Where are the other Omegas?”
Cailyn’s lip trembled, but she said nothing.
He moved again, pulling his hips back. “Last chance, kitten. Pick a question and answer it.”
When she didn’t answer, he began moving again.
Cailyn gritted her teeth as a severe pain tore into her, spreading from her pussy. She breathed deep, thinking of the Compound as the pain turned excruciating. Then she began to scream. It was unlike anything she had experienced before and when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, it hurdled to an extreme. He was ripping her apart!
“Tell me what I want to know,” Drocco said, harshly.
She screamed uncontrollably, squeezing her eyes and fists tight as he slowly forced his knot all the way out of her. His semen gushed out after him, stinging like hell as it escaped.
She dropped onto the bed sobbing, reeling in agony and curled up on the bed trying not to move. She was sure she was torn and bleeding, but without the Talent, she couldn’t heal.
Drocco moved around her, but she could barely register him. A dizziness swam in her mind and she felt close to passing out. After a few moments, he shifted her leg slightly, causing her to cry out. He pressed something cool on her pussy. Instantly the pain muted.
Cailyn froze, still sobbing while he applied whatever it was.
“Don’t touch it,” he said, before heading away from the bed. A moment afterward, the main door closed.
Lifting her leg, she looked down to see that he had smothered her in thick white cream that bubbled and fizzed on her skin. She couldn’t see any blood, or the extent of the damage, but could guess how bad it was.
She dropped back into a tight curl and prayed he wouldn’t fuck her again.
***
Of course, it was an unrealistic expectation. Within what felt like the next few hours he had returned and was rolling her onto her back.
Cailyn’s eyes flew open, and she struggled against him, kicking and punching as hard as she could. It barely made any difference. He clasped her wrists in one of his hands and pressed them securely against her stomach. She still tried kicking him, but he grabbed her neck with his other hand, and she immediately went limp. The pressure at her neck felt oddly settling.
His face loomed over her, his black eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “So you are indeed able to submit like an Omega.”
Cailyn snarled at him, but it took too much effort to maintain. And when he began rubbing her neck, a trickle of pleasure tingled down her spine. She sighed but resisted the urge to close her eyes and succumb to his touch. She stared at him, watching his eyes lower down her body. The hunger in his face, as well as his scent in the air, made her nipples harden.
He lowered and took one in his mouth as his hand around her neck continued its firm caress.
Cailyn tried to think about something else, but as his warm mouth worked one nipple and then the other, her arousal began to overwhelm her. He licked and sucked up her chest and down her stomach until the pungent aroma of her slick dominated the air between them. Drocco removed his hands from her neck, kneed her legs apart and slammed into her. She panted, shocked by the force of his thrusts as he yanked on her pinned wrists to pull her onto his cock as he built up another rough rhythm.
Of course, the stretch of being completely filled was even better than the first time. Cailyn didn’t even know when he released her wrists, all she could do was accept the blissful, raw, delicious intensity that racked her body. Drocco groped and pinched her jolting body, squeezing her breasts and hips, sending her into a shuddering orgasm. He then grabbed her ass and lifted her up to drive into her with even more force. She came again before he did, thrusting his knot in and locking them together. As her breathing calmed, his questions began again. Cailyn suddenly realized she had felt no pain when he had entered her this time, even though he must have caused her damage before. She pondered on the thought as he continued to question her, purposefully blocking him out. The thick cream must have healed her. It hadn’t seemed like a magical cream or potion—why hadn’t she come across it before? When she didn’t answer him, Drocco forced his knot out of her again, and the pain was just as brutal as the first time.
Drocco continued to fuck her, knot her, and tear her apart. He would treat her with the cream, which would repair her enough within a few hours so he could start all over again. He always used her Omega impulses against her, pinning her down and ensuring she was dripping and succumbing to whatever pleasure he roused. A few times, he didn’t bother to pin her down—he let her try to fight him, a dark smirk on his face as he still touched and caressed her to an unavoidable arousal, and fucked her knowing she would fuck him back. Her orgasms, although powerful and consuming, became something to fear—something that also brought on powerful and consuming pain.
The Emperor always questioned her before he started to rip her apart; where was she from, where did she grow up, where were all the Omegas, who sent her, why had she come, where was the real Miss Lefroy and her sister, who else in the Palace knew about her, how did she learned the Talent…? She never answered any of it and he never failed to follow through with his threat and cause her as much pain as he could.
At varying intervals, he would order her over to the table next to the couch and push a bowl of spiced stew or fruity porridge toward her. He sat on the couch and watched her while she ate, the silence between them tense and uncomfortable. Cailyn always ate with the intention of keeping up her strength in case an opportunity to escape arrived, but with the constant pain she experienced, and the energy it took to resist him and her instincts, she began to lose interest in food. A few times when she didn’t eat from the bowl he gave her, he would force feed her until the bowl was empty. It was unbearable and she began to just eat to prevent the experience.
At first, she kept track of the days by hobbling over to peek behind the heavy drape when he wasn’t in the room to see when night fell, but she couldn't always make it over there and soon the hours and days blurred into each other.
Drocco seemed to leave at random times, usually after he had applied the healing cream. Whenever he wasn't in the room, Cailyn pulled all the sheets and duvets off the bed to lie down in the corner where all the mats and floor cushions were. She found she slept better rolled up in the s
heets and blankets, as far away as possible from the bed where he tortured her with pleasure and pain multiple times every day. Whenever he re-entered the room, he redressed the bed with new sheets before dragging her back to it and starting all over again.
After a while, a deep ache grew in her pelvis. As it became stronger, it hurt to walk, and she was in constant agony. Drocco stopped fucking her, only to continue torturing her by simply flicking a finger into her hip every time she didn’t answer a question, causing a brutal pain to ricochet down her legs. When she healed enough for her pelvis to stop hurting, he began fucking her again. Soon Cailyn lost all sense of time and began to despair at what her life had become—pleasure, pain, and loneliness.
"This can stop whenever you'd like," Drocco huffed one day, as he dragged her back to the bed. “When you feel like you would like to act like a true Omega, then this will stop."
"I am a true Omega," Cailyn snapped at him. She was almost completely healed but knew she wouldn’t be once he’d finished with her.
"You are not," Drocco bit out, throwing her onto the bed. "You are defiant and disobedient, you have no desire to please me. You are nothing like a true Omega should be."
"And how would you know what a true Omega is?" Cailyn hissed, sitting up and glaring at him. "You have never met an Omega. All you have are old, traditionalist, outdated ideals, probably from some old abusive alpha who would destroy and kill Omegas for his own entertainment."
Drocco visibly bristled. "Alphas do not kill Omegas, it is Betas who are at fault for that."
"Betas have never had any reason to kill Omegas. It is Alphas that take their pleasure however they want."
Drocco snarled at her. "Alphas have no reason to take anything, Omegas willingly give."
"I have not willingly given you anything," Cailyn said, her eyes blazing. "You take it anyway."
“Are you saying you do not give yourself to me?” Drocco asked, his tone dangerous. “Are you saying I am misreading your scent, and your slick, and your greedy little thrusts to fuck me harder?”
