by L. V. Lane
Then a squeal leaves her throat, and she arches in my arms as Jack lands the strap for the first time.
“Goddess! Oh!” She jiggles about most enticingly, throwing a glance over her shoulder at Jack.
“Eyes on Fen, lass,” Jack says sternly.
She turns back just as the next strike falls. I nearly fucking come in my pants, watching the rapture contort her face. She squeals, gasps, groans, strains, and arches as Jack administers her loving discipline. I am utterly captivated. I am lost in her pretty eyes as I watch all her emotions play out. Her scent perfumes the air making my mouth water and my cock leak pre-cum. “Good girl,” I say. My hands move to her tits that she is all but thrusting into my face. “Do you need me to touch your pretty tits while my brother disciplines you?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Please, yes.”
I growl. Jack also growls. We have lost all sense of caution.
I cup her breasts just as Jack lands another strike.
“Oh! Goddess, please!” She twitches, pushing her plump tits deeper into my hands.
“Tell Fen what you need, lass,” Jack commands. He uses the strap sparingly, stoking her arousal with each careful stroke.
“Please, pinch them. I need you to pinch them!”
I pinch her nipples, and she goes fucking wild, hips thrusting against me.
Another lick of the strap, and I swear she is close to coming.
“Tell him what you fucking need,” Jack demands.
“Harder!”
I pinch and squeeze her nipples roughly, and she never once turns away. I am fucking drowning in this tiny, sweet, filthy little Beta who the Goddess has created perfectly for us.
“You are not to fucking come,” I say. The little imp dares to hiss her displeasure at me. I am so fucking hard, I cannot think straight. Jack told us that Hazel should be the one driving this, but I’m too fucking desperate. “Open my pants and take my cock out.”
She squeals as another strike lands. I hear Jack growl at my instruction, but I don’t fucking care. Breaking eye contact, she fumbles with my belt, gasping with excitement as she grasps me in her small hands.
I hear the strap drop to the floor. I think Jack is fingering her pussy, and it is driving her wild.
“Yes!” Her hands work my stony cock erratically before she tries to line it with her pussy. “Please, please, please.” Planting a hand in the center of my chest, she gives me a push. It’s not firm, but I am just as fucking impatient, and I fall back on the bed joggling her about as I shuck my pants down past my hips.
Jack fists her hair, bringing her franticness to a stop as he captures her lips. Her wet little pussy snags my cock, and she sinks slowly, moaning into Jack’s mouth.
I breathe. Breathing is all I can do as her hot inner walls surround my length. The rippling heat, the tightness, the slick feeling of being welcomed inside her is utterly sublime. Then she clenches, and I nearly shoot my fucking load.
Jack lifts his head, staring at her flushed lips before he takes in my pained expression. I will not fucking cum like a green whelp just because this is the first time I have had a pussy. Jack smirks before returning his attention to the little Beta panting. “Let yourself sink all the way down,” he says. “You took my cock all the way up inside this morning. I know you can do it again.”
Her thighs tremble where they are braced around my much larger size. Hands fisting at my side, I groan as I stare at her tight pussy stretched obscenely around my thick rod. Then I growl, my dick jerking as I anticipate getting those last few inches inside her hot little pussy.
She sinks, gasps, and sinks some more, only to jerk up again.
“Oh!”
“Good girl,” Jack says. “Do that again.” His hand collars her throat from behind. He is applying a little pressure, and she sinks deeply again. Her hands plant on me to brace, but Jack gathers them up and holds them to her lower back.
“Goddess,” she says, throwing a look over her shoulder at Jack. With her wrists pinned at the small of her back, she has nowhere to brace or hold.
“All. The way. Down,” he repeats, his voice the stern one that brokers no dissent.
Her hips move, slowly at first. Up and down, and little gyration with every rise and fall that feels fucking amazing.
“Fuck! She is taking all of me,” I say. The sensation of her stretched pussy sliding over the knot is fucking addictive. “Fuck, that feels so fucking good. She is taking me so fucking deep inside her.” I was trying not to interfere. I think touching her might send me over the end, but I can’t fucking help myself. With a growl of defeat, I palm her tits, pinching and pulling the nipples until her mouth opens on a shocked gasp. “I think you can go deeper, Hazel. Grind your naughty little pussy down.”
“No!”
She doesn’t like it when it goes extra deep, and she won’t fucking grind. Jack fists her hair and forces her deep.
Her squeal is not all pleasure, but her pussy crushes my cock. I feel a hot gush. She is coming. I am coming. We are both fucking coming.
“Ohgodohgodohgod!” she wails.
I grasp her hips to hold her still and tight. Inside her, my knot is swelling. I want to fucking move. I want to force it in and out of her clenching pussy so that it might fully form. It has never fully formed before. I think it might happen now without me thrusting at all.
I can’t think straight. My hips jerk erratically, although I am trying to keep them still. My entire focus is on the heady sensation of cum ejecting from my cock, driving my need to slam her up and down.
Then she is snatched away, and I snarl in feral rage.
“You do not fucking knot her yet,” Jack snarls back.
He puts her beside me on her hands and knees. She squeals as he slams deep. Hands bracing her hips, he ruts her with barely tempered aggression.
I want to fucking challenge him, but I am also captivated by the rapture contorting her face as he shuttles in and out. I move without thought. My cock is still twitching and streaming cum, and it needs to go somewhere. That somewhere is her open mouth. As I fist her hair, she groans around me. I fuck shallowly into her mouth. She gags and leaks spit over my cock. It is a terrible fucking blow job but also the best I’ve ever had.
Then Jack is coming, and her wild sucking as she follows him over coaxes my last great gush of cum.
Jack has not knotted her either, I distantly recognize as we collapse together in a heap upon the bed.
I have never shared a bed with a lass I have rutted before. I have never shared a bed with Jack either. Yet it is the most natural thing in the world to trap her tiny, limp body between us where she will be most safe. Her face is in my chest, her back to Jack. I stare at her in sleepy wonder as she continues to twitch and groan.
I like the way she tangles her legs with mine, and the way her plump tits are pressed against my chest. Jack has thrust his thigh between hers, big hand at her hip and nose buried in her hair.
He purrs. I yawn. He used to purr for me when I was a younger boy, and I take comfort from the sound. For the first time in my life, I find myself purring too.
Hazel makes a cute little sigh and snuggles deeper into my chest.
Is this warm feeling spreading through my chest, love? It tickles, feels both heavy and light, and full of contentment. My fingers play in her silky hair. I yawn again.
A funny rumbly noise comes from Hazel. For a moment, I think it might be a purr.
Then my lips tug up as I realize our little Beta mate is snoring as she sleeps.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Jack
A FEW DAYS pass, and there have been yet more skirmishes with the Lyon clan, but finally, news has arrived that I have been waiting for.
Soon, this interlude will be over as we seek to keep our clan safe. It has been many years since we suffered such discord. I was uneasy a few years back when the Lyon clan assimilated another clan and claimed their territory. I should have acted at the time, but I had my own problems to dea
l with. Life is never simple here. Living in the shadow of the mountains as we do. The clans often suffer raiding from the Blighten. Having Orcs decimate our homes is enough. We do not need to fight among ourselves.
Yet we do.
It is strange how such moments bring the past to the fore. After my parents passed to the pox, conflict found our village. My place as the new king was not a given, for I was still a lad of fifteen summers. I killed three men once loyal to my father in the bloodbath that followed. My life and position here is built upon blood. Scars litter my body, old and new, in evidence of who I am and what I am prepared to do.
The Goddess is ever weaving. I do not shy from necessary battles. Ever. I will assuredly not shy away from it now that I have a young mate entrusted to my care.
Hazel is off with the womenfolk today. She has already found a firm friend in Jessa. It heartens me to see her fitting in so well after her terrible introduction to the clan.
Fen cannot stop fucking grinning as we commandeer the hall of my home to meet about the impending war. I want to cuff the cocky fucker, but he is too old for that. Still, the urge does not go away.
“What?” he says, faking affront.
“We will need to begin her training tonight,” I say.
Fen’s eyes darken. Glen chuckles as he takes a seat to my right. I shoot my second a glare.
He only shrugs. “I have some tips if you need help,” he says smugly. The Alpha has two Beta mates, so I expect he does know a thing or two. Although, I am far from green in such matters.
“I will manage,” I say. The training plugs and phallus have arrived. I requested them the day after she arrived, for I had to send a request to the eastern lands where they hold skills in making such things. The small, fur-lined, wooden box is sitting on the table beside the bed. It contains a knotted phallus and three training plugs for her bottom, along with a vial of natural oil to aid the insertion. They are crafted from glass and beautifully smooth. I saw Hazel eying the box curiously last evening when I placed it there. I wonder if she will take a look.
I find myself hoping that she will.
The rattle of the great double doors closing brings me back to the matter at hand as we plan for the war.
Hazel
After a meeting with the warriors this morning, Jack and Fen went out scouting. They are still gone when I return to our home. Today has been spent with Jessa and her mother, weaving blankets ready for when Jessa leaves home. I have not met the Beta shifter she is soon to be joined with, but I see the young lass is excited about the coming changes in her life.
As I enter the bedding chamber to wash my hands and face, my eyes shift to the little box resting on the table beside the bed. Jack placed it there last night before joining me in the furs.
I’m curious as to what it is.
It’s none of my business, I tell myself as I wash up, but the moment I am done, my eyes drift there again.
My ears prick up, listening for sounds of interruption. I bite my lower lip, knowing I need to have a little peek. Most likely, it is something dull.
I approach the bed with exaggerated casualness, but my eyes are all on the box. It is beautiful, I realize as I near. Ornately carved and lacquered so that it shines in the fading light. It looks like it might hold something valuable, maybe jewels or gems. I have never seen a jewel or treasure, and now, I am twice as curious.
Quite large, it fills half of the small table.
A quick peek confirms no one is about to interrupt me.
Taking the last step, I sit on the side of the bed and lift the lid slowly up.
“Oh.”
It is not what I was expecting. There are four strangely shaped items made from beautiful rose-colored glass. Another peek over my shoulder confirms I’m still alone. I lift the smallest one up, watching it sparkle in the light. It resembles an upside-down teardrop, with a stalk and little flared base that I guess might be a stand. An ornament of some kind, I decide.
I put it back, noting that two similarly shaped ones but slightly larger lay inside.
At the end is a larger ornament. This has leather straps attached that pass through an eye on the glass. The straps are very curious. They look a little like a harness for a horse. This ornament looks more like a thick sausage with a wider ridge in the middle.
“Oh!”
I nearly drop it in my haste to put it back, snapping the lid shut with a bang.
“Goddess!!!” Heat fills my cheeks. “Gods, you are tight enough to strangle my cock,” Jack said that first night as he claimed me in my father’s cottage. “I will order an appropriate training phallus when we get home.”
Standing, I pace, wringing my hands and willing myself to find some measure of calm. “Oh, why did I look?” I mutter and set about pacing some more. Why is my pussy growing damp at the thought of him using them on me? The largest one is for my pussy. The smaller ones must be intended to stretch my ass.
“Goddess save me from the Alpha’s depravity!” I wail.
“The Goddess will not save you, lass,” a voice says ominously behind me.
I spin, finding Jack in the entrance to our bedding chamber. Fen is at his side.
“Do you think she looked?” Fen asks, smirking.
“Aye,” Jack says. “I think that she did.” Then he crooks his finger at me. “Come, lass, it’s time for some discipline before we acquaint you with your new plugs.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
Fen
AS JACK HAS explained, there is yet more training required before Hazel can take our full knot.
“Over you go, lass,” Jack says. He sits on the side of the bed and pats his knee encouragingly.
“No!”
I smirk at her defiance. Already naked, for we have already divested her of her dress, she presents her charms to our view. Why she fights any of this is a mystery. The lass takes to rutting and loving discipline in ways that blow my mind.
She squeals as Jack snags her wrist. He gets that gleam in his eye that I am becoming familiar with as he hauls her over his lap. Here, he sets about disciplining her with the palm of his hand. Her bottom soon flushes a cherry red.
The little bit of complaint and wriggling is deeply captivating.
“I have barely started, lass,” Jack says between firm spanks. Her bottom jiggles with each strike, and her arousal perfumes the air. On the furs beside Jack are three different-sized plugs, smoothed so that they can be inserted into her bottom.
Training plugs, Jack calls them, because she is particularly small and tight.
A final one has a knot which she will have to take inside her pussy.
But first, we will use the smaller plugs for her bottom.
I have taken many lasses that way over the years since I matured. But I have never been responsible for breaking them in for this pleasure. I am deeply aroused by the prospect of being involved in the training. Jack has always forbidden me from taking the younger lasses, for he says I’m too rough.
I am too rough but will temper it for the sweet Beta I’m determined to make my mate.
“Oh, please!”
The last spank was particularly firm. My cock is stone-hard within my hide pants. This is all new to me. Until now, pleasure was about sticking my dick somewhere and thrusting until I come. Now, I realize that pleasure is also about making a lass squirm.
“Submit to your discipline,” Jack growls, spanking even harder. “Do I need to take the strap to your naughty bottom before you accept your lowly place before your masters?”
Gods, I swear I nearly empty my balls watching his stern way with her. I am dominant too, and I like obedience. I did not realize that I also like this small fight and the rebelliousness she is displaying. I like the thought of taming and training her for my pleasure. I like the idea of learning how to gain her submission through this loving form of discipline.
I also want to rut her pussy with a desperateness that has me fearing I will unman myself inside my pants.
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sp; “Oh!” she falls limp and sets to sobbing.
I am entranced by her pretty tears. Her legs fall open a little, and I can see her pussy is glistening as she finally allows Jack to finish her stern discipline without struggle.
His spanks lower to her sensitive sit-spot, and it rouses a little of her spirit.
“Open your legs wider,” he demands. His spanks land slower but with no less force. Her legs pop open wide, and he pauses to smooth his big hand over her inflamed skin. I don’t blink as I stare at her little puffy pussy slit. Before I returned, Jack had shaved all her hair away from her pussy so that she is smooth. I can see the smears of her juices coating the tops of her slim thighs. “I’m going to spank your pussy for the last few,” he says ominously.
I swallow.
Surely that must sting a great deal for a lass is sensitive there. But for reasons I do not fully understand, I think it will also give her pleasure.
Especially Hazel, who is not averse to a little pain.
“Hold your legs still for me while I do this,” he says. “That way, I will know you can be a good girl while we plug your little bottom hole. If you are naughty about this, I will need to spank you some more.”
Her little pussy clenches at his words, glistening with her arousal. She mumbles something I cannot hear. I smirk, thinking about the impossible choice he has given her. She does not want us to plug her bottom, but she has experienced a stern discipline, and she does not want more of that either.
These last few spanks on her pussy will be a challenge for her to endure. Instinctively, I understand this is part of her training to make her perfect for our needs. We will both need to rut her often, and she is responding to Jack’s discipline and firm demands.
“Hold very still,” he warns.
The next three strikes come in quick succession against her sensitive pussy.
I swear there is no blood left anywhere in my body but my dick when she squeals, straining to hold her legs perfectly open and endure.
