by Sara Fields
I could tell without even touching him that he was incredibly large, as most alphas were. My pussy clenched down at the thought of taking him inside me, imagining what his knot would feel like as it inflated and locked his body to mine right before his alpha seed marked me as his.
My mouth watered and I blushed at the deviant turn that my thoughts were taking. I bit my lip, trying to force the sordid fantasies away but I failed completely.
All I could think about was his cock and my need for relief.
His fingers finally ventured in between my thighs, exploring my body slowly and as thoroughly as he wished. Gradually, my legs spread open even wider, allowing him access. My body was saying yes, even when my mind was still saying no.
He captured my clit between two fingers. He slid them back and forth, teasing and taunting me with immeasurable pleasure if I only chose to give in.
“Do you remember when I told you that I know what you need, little omega?” he asked.
“Yes, Alpha,” I whined. “I remember.”
He continued to rub his fingers up and down my clit. I moaned softly, needing release even though I still didn’t want to admit it.
“If you want to come for me, what did I tell you that you would have to do?” he pressed firmly.
“You told me that I would have to beg, Alpha,” I whimpered.
“Are you ready to beg for me, little omega?” he asked.
“I won’t,” I replied forcefully, even though I was afraid of exactly the opposite.
“You will, little one. This very wet little pussy tells me that you need to come all over my fingers. It’s so wet that I know that it won’t be long now,” he replied. His words carried with them an edge of darkness and expectation that made me want to do everything that he asked of me and more. That scared me, but it also made me so much wetter.
My hips arched upward, granting him access to every last inch of my needy little pussy.
He pressed a bit harder on my clit.
“I should warn you, omega. If you come without permission, I will not hesitate to spank this pretty little pussy bright pink in order to teach that you will never orgasm without your alpha’s permission ever again. Is that clear?”
“I understand, Alpha,” I moaned, rocking back and forth against his fingers. It felt so good that I couldn’t make myself stop. I wanted more. So much more.
“Spread your legs wider for me,” he demanded. I obeyed without hesitation; he pressed his palm against my wet folds and then he cleared his throat. I stilled, suddenly anxious of what he might do. Had I done something wrong?
“I’m going to spank this little pussy three times and you’re going to take every last one with your legs spread wide no matter how much it hurts. I want you to know how very serious I am that you will only be allowed the privilege of orgasm at my hand and my hand alone,” he warned.
I cried out with a sudden apprehension and when his palm left, I keened with fear even before he smacked my pussy.
His hand slapped against my tender folds for the first time and a terrible burst of agony spread across my tender flesh like that I had never known. It was thoroughly overwhelming. I tried to keep my legs open as wide as I could, but it hurt a lot and my legs tightened in reflex no matter how hard I tried to prevent it. He spanked my pussy twice more in quick succession and when it was finally over, I whimpered from the intense sting.
That was only three swats. A thoroughly spanking between my legs would be so much worse.
His fingers quickly returned to my clit.
“Your little pussy is much wetter than it was before, omega. I think you enjoyed that more than you would like to admit,” he observed, and I blushed rather heavily even though he couldn’t see my face. When he touched my clit once more, it felt like a bolt of lightning hurtled deep into my core. I moaned as my arousal returned with incredible force and as he continued to tease my desire to heights higher than I ever thought possible, I soon realized that he was right.
Then he took his fingers away and the painful denial cut through me like a knife. I cried as my passionate need fled away, only to return with agonizing force once his fingers delved back in between my thighs.
He did this again and again until I was breathless with want. He drove me delirious with it.
I was going to beg him to come. I was going to plead for orgasm.
He edged me over and over as he made my desire for more intensify to levels that almost equated to the need of estrous, a feat that I had never thought humanly possible.
I opened my mouth several times as I fought the inevitable. I tried to hold in the words that I was so unwilling to say, but my need grew even greater and my body heated even further, and I could no longer keep silent.
He wanted me to beg for what I needed, and I was going to do it. I was going to say every last shameful word he wanted until he gave me what I needed.
“Please,” I began.
“Please what, little omega?” he pressed. “You’re going to have to be very specific if you want to be allowed to come for me.”
I cried out with shame, my body heating with it
“I need...” I pleaded, biting my lip before I said anything further.
He edged me again and when he ultimately took his fingers away once more, the resulting bite of agony made me wail with frustration.
I broke.
“Please, Alpha. Please let me come all over your fingers. Please allow me to orgasm over your knee with my bright red bottom on display. Please,” I begged, feeling my face flush even more scarlet with every last mortifying word that fell off my lips.
I sighed when his fingers returned to my clit.
“Is your bottom very sore?” he asked, while teasing me again with relief only he had the power to grant.
“Yes, Alpha,” I answered.
“Did you sob over my knee when you were spanked for the very first time?” he pressed.
“I did, Alpha,” I murmured.
“Do you really want to come for me after all that?” he questioned.
“Yes, Alpha. I really want to come for you,” I whimpered, hoping that he wouldn’t leave me wanting and needy. I feared that he would and that thought made me want to cry all over again. I sniffed back a sob and he pressed against my clit more firmly than ever.
“Please, I’ll be a good girl,” I pleaded. “I’m so sorry for disobeying you.”
I was so on edge that I felt like I could shatter at any moment.
“Oh, gods, please, Alpha,” I pleaded.
His fingertip circled over top of my needy bud, a promise of endless pleasure if only he could allow me.
“Will you ever doubt my word again, little omega?” he asked.
“No, Alpha. I believe you,” I answered quickly.
“Good. Now come hard for your alpha. I want to feel your cum all over my fingers as you orgasm for me again and again for me until you think you’ve had enough. Then, you’re going to keep coming for me until I give you permission to stop no matter how much it hurts,” he demanded.
With remarkable skill, he toyed with my clit once more and my orgasm burst over me with so much intensity that it left me reeling. I moaned, the sound low and shameful as I shuddered with pleasure. My inner walls fluttered hard and my core cramped as I imagined the sight of me naked with a bright red backside, still over his knees as I broke apart all over his fingers.
I came even harder because of it.
A wail of pleasure escaped my lips as I shuddered over his thighs. My entire body tightened and shook hard as he rubbed my clit roughly enough to shatter me completely. My pussy spasmed and I keened, feeling my nipples pebble into tight little peaks that ached to be touched. Almost as if he could reach my thoughts, the hand holding my hips ventured around me to pinch tightly at my left nipple. I cried out and he forced another savage climax from my body that left me feeling as if I was soaring.
And then he took me higher.
Each orgasm ravaged me senseless, le
aving me screaming and trembling over his thighs. He never let up even when each one began to tear through me like a blade straight to my core. I didn’t even try to keep count of how many times he made me come for him. I would have lost count anyway. All I knew was that he made me orgasm a great many times and now it was beginning to hurt.
At first, each release was satisfying, chasing away the terrible pulse between my legs. Even when he forced one release after another, my body responded in a primal way that I had never experienced before in my life. It was addicting and thoroughly intoxicating. It left me breathless for more.
I orgasmed again.
My clit began to ache.
My muscles stiffened.
My bottom still stung from his punishing hand.
And still, he made me come for him again after that.
“Please,” I begged, unsure that I could take anymore. I was already satisfied. I didn’t need to orgasm anymore. He’d made his point.
“I can’t,” I continued. “I’ve had enough.”
He chuckled and my stomach dropped. His finger speared into me and I could have sworn I saw stars. My body clutched desperately at the initial thick digit and when he pushed a second one inside me, I keened with surprise. It burned in the most delicious way imaginable, a twisting sensation of pain and pleasure that only sought to heighten my already out of control arousal.
“You don’t get to decide that, omega. I’m going to make you come for me until you fully understand that your alpha is in control and you are not,” he warned.
“No! Please,” I pleaded.
His fingers fluttered inside me, roughly massaging a place within my pussy that left me gasping for air. Thranar had never touched me like this. He’d never put his fingers inside me.
Without being able to stop myself, my hips started to roll, and I began to ride his fingers. He thrust in and out of me, gently at first and then harder and harder until I was on the edge of orgasm once again. He slipped his fingers out and drew them along my folds, thoroughly coating them with my wetness. Then he pressed them back inside me, but one single finger ventured backwards until it settled on a place that no one had ever touched. Not even me.
With his other hand, he spread my bottom cheeks wide. I gasped in shock, feeling a rush of shame rush over me and hold me prisoner in its wake. Nothing could have prepared me for this. I could feel his eyes searching my body and gazing on my most private place. He held me open for an incredibly long time and with every passing second, I could feel my blush deepening until I was sure that my entire face was scarlet.
“This little bottom hole is quite pretty,” he observed.
A strangled sound of shock burst out of me and nothing I could have done would have prevented it. I was so incredibly embarrassed that I went completely silent.
“Has anyone ever looked at this tight little bottom like this before, omega?” he asked.
“No, Alpha,” I whimpered with fear.
“No one has ever used you here, am I correct, omega?” he questioned.
“No, Alpha,” I whispered, my nervousness almost too much to bear.
A quiet chuckle escaped his lips.
“I’m quite pleased to learn this naughty little hole has remained untouched, Luna. I want you to know that one day, I’m going to take you here with my cock,” he warned.
“Please!”
“Does that scare you, little omega?” he asked.
“Yes, Alpha,” I replied, biting my lip even as my nipples tightened to even firmer peaks.
“It may frighten you, Luna, but when I told you of my intentions for this pretty bottom, your pussy clenched down hard all around my fingers. You’re much wetter than before I gazed down at your virgin hole. It arouses you to know that one day, I’m going to fuck this tight little ass as hard as it needs to be fucked,” he said loudly.
Even as he continued to speak, I knew he was right. My pussy tightened greedily around his fingers and when the tip of his finger just pressed against my tight rim, a powerfully intense orgasm hurtled through me.
Then he started pressing against it harder. I fought him. I tried to clench my bottom cheeks, but his other hand still held me open. His finger was slick with my own wetness, easing his entry into my bottom hole whether I liked it or not. I tensed hard, but he pushed harder. A burning agony pulsed around my reluctant muscle and he breached me for the very first time. I couldn’t stop his advance now. Even as I clenched around him in an effort to stop it, it did nothing to end the inevitable.
His fingertip pushed inside of me and I cried out at the piercing sting that burst up and down my spine. I tightened harder and the pain intensified. When I allowed my body to relax, the terrible ache began to fade.
If I fought him, it would hurt far worse than if I just let him do what he wanted.
So, I did, even though it made me moan with mortifying shame.
His finger slid inside all of the way inside me and stilled.
The longer he held it there, the more my clit throbbed, the more my pussy fluttered around his finger. I could feel myself growing wetter simply because his finger was in my bottom and I didn’t know how to process those shameful feelings.
The spanking had been my punishment, but this felt like one too, only it was far more shameful. His finger inside my virgin hole was teaching me a lesson that I wouldn’t soon forget.
“Little omega, I’m very much enjoying how your little pussy is revealing how much you like your alpha touching this naughty little hole,” he observed.
I whimpered with embarrassment, even as my body demanded more.
“You’re going to come for me like this, little omega,” he said boldly.
“I can’t, Alpha,” I cried.
“You will, Luna,” he answered.
As much as I hated his confidence, a very deep and reluctant part of me was beginning to admit that he was right. When he slowly began to thrust his fingers in and out of both holes, I knew that he would be.
This was wrong.
I shouldn’t like it.
It was dirty. Taboo. Good girls didn’t do this sort of thing.
He hadn’t given me a choice and now I was edging closer and closer to orgasm whether I liked it or not.
He began thrusting faster. With his thumb in my asshole and two fingers in my pussy, I was powerless against the onslaught of pleasure that burst forth. When he stretched one last finger forward to rub my clit, I lost all semblance of control.
I came with a finger in my bottom, harder than all of my other orgasms combined. I shattered on his hands, white-hot bliss blinding me as I lay over his thighs. My muscles tensed and every single nerve in my body pulsed with electricity, firing again and again until I thought I couldn’t take anymore, but I did.
That single orgasm went on and on and I drowned in its intensity. I cried out, trembling as I came for him, not once, but three times in a row as he played my body like a song. I moaned as he thrust harder, forcing my release higher until I screamed for him as my body clenched down hard all around him.
I came so hard that I saw stars.
Even though I feared it would never end, my orgasm mercifully began to fade after what felt like forever. I whimpered as my body pulsed. I tried to catch my breath as my heart pounded hard in my chest. I trembled and bit my lip, trying to hold back the burst of emotion that threatened to break through.
His fingers pulled free of me and I gasped in surprise as he gathered me in his arms. Possessively, he curled his body around mine, holding me tight. In his gentleness, I struggled to contain myself, but when his lips pressed tenderly against the top of my head, I broke apart and started to cry again.
I wasn’t sad. I wasn’t angry or hurt.
Instead, it felt like a safe place to release everything that had been pent up inside me for so long. Even as the first sob racked my body, I could feel myself smiling. I could taste the salt of my tears on my lips, but more powerful than all of that was the feeling of freedom that puls
ed through me with wild abandon. I was free as a bird flying high through the sky or a fish swimming in the vastness of the sea.
Even more gently, his finger slid beneath my chin and lifted my face to gaze back at him.
“It’s alright, little omega. I’ve got you now,” he whispered, and I couldn’t bring myself to stop staring at his lips. They were so full and enticing and when I couldn’t bear it anymore, I edged forward and brought my own to meet his. The kiss was tentative at first as I explored him, but he grasped my chin and kissed me hard. His lips ground into mine possessively and I found myself lost in it.
The ground all around us seemed to tremble with the connection between us. The leaves rustled and the birds began to sing all around us. The fresh forest air was saturated with the scent of my slick and the even more powerful aroma of an alpha that had discovered an unclaimed omega.
This was so different than anything else I’d felt before.
This felt like fate.
Chapter Four
Luna
I stayed in Vikar’s arms for the longest time. With my ear pressed against his chest, I could hear the sound of his heart beating. It was strong and steady as a drum and soon I found my own pumping in tune with his. It was exceptionally soothing, and I quickly found myself drifting off to sleep before I knew it, no matter how much I tried to keep myself awake.
I rested for much of the remainder of the day, exhausted from the entire ordeal of my very first spanking and the shameful things that happened on his fingers. When I woke, the sun was already beginning to set on the horizon, and it was too late to travel any further into the darkness of the forest.
I finally climbed off of Vikar’s lap and started to get dressed once again. He said nothing although he kept his eyes on me the entire time, deliberately watching me as I covered myself with clothing. He stared at me like I should have asked permission to dress, but I didn’t say anything at all. The night wasn’t especially cold though, so I decided not to put on my cloak. Instead, I laid it on a soft patch of moss on the ground and curled up on top of it. I closed my eyes for a little while longer as an effort to conserve my strength should I need it later, resting for a while longer.
