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Carolyn Faulkner
Kosh’s Omega
EBook ISBN: 978-1-61258-430-0
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This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual spanking activity or the spanking of minors.
Prologue
Emily Harding had been in stasis for quite some time, having entered it when she'd lost the love of her life and could also see that things weren't going well for the world. She'd hoped to be revived at a better time in the future.
But things didn't go quite according to plan.
She did survive—although her fellow time travelers didn't—only to find that she was now in a savage, unforgiving desert world where the rolling green hills of Tennessee had once been.
After leaving the facility in which she'd existed for she didn't know how long, she was captured and held captive by a giant of a man who—she saw first-hand, within a very short time of being taken by him—wouldn't hesitate to kill for her, as men seemed to attack him savagely everywhere they went. And to whom she was irresistibly, uncontrollably attracted.
She didn't come to know until later that she was a very rare commodity—an Omega—and that both the behemoth who had kidnapped her and the men who had come at him weren't after him—they were after her. Their libidos were uncontrollable, and they died in a vain attempt to get to her.
But the only man who had the right to mate with her was the one who was holding her captive. And he took every opportunity to do so.
It took her quite a while—and more spankings than she wanted to think about—to see him as anything other than the man who seemed desperate to have her and wasn't too concerned about how he made that happen. But, eventually, the big man's attempts to make her happy cracked open a heart that she had tried to harden against him, and she came to love him, and he—if a bit grudgingly—came to see her as something more than a vessel for his potential children.
Chapter 1
Emmy could hear the commotion long before he burst through the doors of the euphemistically named "clinic" portion of what she fervently hoped would eventually become a hospital. He had possession—held horizontally at his waist by a large arm around hers—of a squirming, writhing individual who was wearing one of those awful outfits he'd always bundled her into—and if it hadn't been for the pitch of the muffled screams, she wouldn't have been able to tell that it was a female. The sight was reminding her uncomfortably of herself from not too long ago.
"What are you doing here, woman?" he scowled fiercely. "I thought I told you to stay in our room? I do not want you to be working in your condition—it might harm the babe!"
The others in the room were cringing away from him at the sound of his voice—all but the woman who was still hanging from his arm, she noted—and her.
She merely smiled up at him, patting her already much larger than to be expected belly. "You know perfectly well that I would do nothing that would endanger our child, Vaudt."
Noting that both his presence—as well as the disruption his baggage was creating—was making everyone in the clinic uneasy, she crooked her finger at him to follow her, leading them both into one of the few private examination rooms.
As soon as they were behind closed doors, Emmy said, "Put her down please."
He didn't move to obey her, not that that was unusual in the least, saying, "I would rather not. I would not risk your safety."
Emmy glared at him. "Please. She's barely as big as I am."
"Yes, but she is quite the little warrior." He edged a bit closer to her, although he still kept his burden well away from her. "She is Omega, my Emmy." His words were breathed in a manner that was close to a vow and were personally acquainted with the fact that Omega females were now considered to be the Holy Grail. "As such, I found her surrounded by men who were supposed to be raiding, but instead, had been caught by the scent of her. She killed two of my soldiers and her vicious bite avulsed the back of my second-in-command's hand. You will see him shortly, but I wanted to bring her here for you to examine, eventually, when I could bring you here and be assured of your safety, although, because you are here—when you are not supposed to be—I am now rethinking my decision."
She crossed her arms over her chest. "Well, I can't do so when she's in that position, and I won't do so unless she consents to it."
There were some things he'd learned from her that were good and that she had wanted him to know. He could now dress a wound while maintaining a reasonably sterile field, and he had learned to treat her as more of an equal and less of a possession, although he didn't always get that one right; it was a work in progress. He was also learning to read, although, with the way the world had turned out, there was much less of a need for him to do so, and she knew that he thought it was a bit of a waste of his time. But she and Hinda, his mother, both encouraged him to do it, and so he was, however grudgingly. But him learning how to roll his eyes was something she could have done without.
"Put her down, please," she repeated softly. Manners were also something they were working on, so she always tried to remember to use hers with him.
He was nowhere near that scrupulous with her, being used to having his orders followed without such niceties by those who were terrified that they were going to be his next victim.
Vaudt sighed and remained still, as she did the same, one eyebrow raised at him challengingly.
Since he had successfully bred her, he had been in a quandary in a lot of ways, one of the biggest of which was that he felt that he could no longer chastise her as he had in the past, and, as soon as she had realized that, she had become terribly bold. He had told her, though, early on, when she had first begun to flaunt his rules, that there would be a reckoning, and that he was keeping a mental list of her infractions, with which he would deal, once she had recovered from the birth.
She didn't seem anywhere near as fazed by that prospect as he thought she should have been, which told him that he had become entirely too easy on her before she got caught—although having her tell him that she loved him might have had something to do with that—not that it was a good excuse; it wasn't. But that shortcoming was something else he intended to rectify as soon as it was medically possible for him to do so.
After he'd had his fill of her, of course—which, granted, was likely to be a very long time in coming, he had to admit, because he'd also sworn off fucking her, no matter that the breeding doctors had assured him that vigorous mating—as if there was any other kind between them—would actually be good for her.
He had allowed them to pleasure each other in the other ways that she had shown him, which was better than nothing, he guessed. But it fell far short of the utter and complete satisfaction of sinking himself into her in every way possible, feeling her envelope him in her warmth, tugging a taut nipple into his mouth as he nudged himself as far into her as he could then back just slightly to catch her right there, feeling her jerk—hearing that slight whimper—at the painful sensation before the ecstasy he—and it—brought her helplessly overtook her.
Emmy stood there, watching him work through things in his mind, having no doubt where he ended up, either. She'd managed to tame him a bit, but Vaudt was still quite brutal and brutish—his rough edges were still razor sharp in most ways, although she had to give him credit. He did learn, reluctantly, in a lot of cases, and sometimes it took longer than it ought, considering that he was naturally quite intelligent. But he did, eventually, usually, come to see reason. Except when he didn't.
"How about this? You tell me what, in th
is room, you think she might be able to use as a weapon, and I'll remove it. Would that help you feel better about putting the poor little thing down?"
Vaudt disliked her tone, as if she was saying that he was afraid to put her down because of his own safety, when she well knew that she was the one he was concerned about, not himself. Still, he did not rise to her bait and simply loose the termagant. Instead, he started telling her to take things out of the room, and by the time he was done, there was little left beyond cotton balls and the exam table. He'd even made her remove the stethoscope that had hung around her neck.
When she returned to the bare room, Emmy looked at him again. "Better?"
"I suppose," he answered grudgingly.
"Then, put her down."
He did as she said—another miracle—and Emmy stepped closer to her patient, who stood shaking before her, which tugged at her heart. She found she simply could not suppress the urge to hug her, although she could hear his warning growl growing louder and louder until she let the girl loose.
As unhappy as she knew she had made the big man, Emily felt she had to do it because she well understood how the girl felt as she pushed the hood back, revealing a very young girl who couldn't have been much more than eighteen at the most, although she knew first hand from her time as a nurse here that malnutrition had stunted most people's growth—Vaudt and his kind not withstanding—and someone who looked nine was likely to be fifteen, someone who was fifteen could be twenty or even twenty-five.
She was horrified to see that the girl had a thick, crude strip of leather in her mouth, as well as one over it.
"What is this?" she asked, her eyes darting to his with obvious disapproval.
"I had to muzzle her. Did you not hear me say she bit Kosh's hand to the point that—"
"I don't care. I assume she's bound, too? Remove those as well, please," she interrupted.
Vaudt growled again, deep in his throat, his eyes on his recalcitrant mate. His charge jumped at the sound, but Emmy did not.
He drew himself up to his full size, looking down at her sternly. "I will remove the muzzle, but not the bonds," he said, suiting actions to words.
She frowned. "Then I'll have to cut the robe off and I'd bet that she's naked under there. Do we have something else for her to wear?" She knew how horrible it was to be nude all the time in front of people you didn't know.
"Woman!" he almost—but not quite—roared. "Get on with it or I will have her taken away now!"
The young woman began whimpering and sobbing, and she could hardly blame her.
She addressed the poor girl, "I am Emmy—this is my mate, Vaudt."
"Lord Vaudt, Tarq of the Known County," he corrected, although he knew that Emmy remained unimpressed by his hard-won titles.
"What's your name? Can you speak?"
Her mouth opened, as if she was trying to answer Emmy, but nothing came out.
"Speak, girl!" Vaudt encouraged loudly, which, of course, only made things worse.
Emmy put her hand on the girl's shoulder and turned the both of them away from him, deliberately positioning them so that she couldn't see the enormous man as he stood behind her, making it feel—almost—as if it was just the two of them in the room together.
She grasped the girl's biceps, squeezing gently. When she spoke, her voice was calm and soothing. "You are safe. Do you understand me? Just nod, if you do. You don't have to speak if you don't want to or can't."
The girl nodded.
Emmy smiled. She had found that, somewhere along the hard road the human species was now following, smiling was rare for everyone, and she was trying to bring it back single handedly. "That's good. You are safe. No one will hurt you. My mate here will see to that."
"The hell he will!" she spat out with unexpected fury. "He just stood by while that awful soldier beat me! Lift my robes and you will see the evidence—I am not lying!"
She was going to disrobe her anyway, during the course of the examination, so Emmy put her hand out to Vaudt expectantly.
"What?" he asked, and she couldn't really determine if he was being deliberately obtuse or just dumb.
"Knife."
"Like hell," was his only response. Instead, he cut the material off her himself, expertly slitting up the side seams and doing a much better job of it than she would have. The material would be saved and the robe reconstructed. Nothing in this world would—could—go to waste.
To Emmy's surprise, he'd also cut her bonds, which she had not expected him to do.
Now naked, the girl's sobs increased as she tried to use her hands to shield herself from their eyes.
Emmy took a quick look at the girl's behind and there was no mistaking the angry red signs of the kiss of the belt that had been left there by someone, although there were other marks marring the beauty of her skin, too, that looked like they had been of a much more serious nature than the stripes across her bottom. When she came around to stand in front of her, she said, "I will put something on that for you."
"No, you will not," Vaudt countermanded.
Emily glared up at him. "Why not?"
"I will not have you dull the sting of the well earned punishment that Kosh administered after she sank her teeth into him and held on, Emmy," he ordered, lowering his chin as he regarded her. "Do you understand me?"
She automatically winced at that tone, having become entirely too familiar with being on the receiving end of it. Once, it would have made her shiver and shake as the younger woman was, but not so much now, although she would have to think about whether or not she was going to disobey him. She knew he would not punish her physically; he had devised a few things in their stead that were nearly as bad.
Unfortunately, Vaudt had realized that simple boredom was a somewhat effective tool against her misbehaviors. He would occasionally take away her books, and if she didn't get in line, he'd then restrict her from working, which was horrible on several levels, because, then, not only did she have to stay in that room with nothing to do, but—much worse than that—people were also not getting the treatment they needed.
As she conducted the examination, she explained everything she was doing, in hopes of helping alleviate some of the girl's fears, but she also tried to draw her out some.
"I'm just going to touch your head a bit and look at your eyes and into your nose and mouth. None of that will hurt, I promise. Can you tell me your name?"
She was understandably wary, and Emmy did not push her in any way, but did finally answer hesitantly, "Tura."
Emmy smiled. "It's very nice to meet you, Tura. We'll—I'll—get you all checked out, and then you'll be taken somewhere safe."
"You'll be given to Kosh, who is your rightful mate," Vaudt again corrected, as if what he said should have given neither of the women any cause for upset.
Tura cringed away from her immediately, backing up against the enormous man behind her then whirling violently away from him. "No! I won't go with him!" Then she literally threw herself at Emmy's feet, hugging her legs and kissing them and pleading pitifully as she looked up at the older woman with a tear soaked face. "Please don't let him take me to that man! I beg you, please, please, please!"
While Emmy tried to extricate herself from Tura's hold, Vaudt reached down and plucked her off the floor and held her aloft for a long moment as she dangled above him. "You will not do that again. She may touch you, not the other way around. If you disobey, you will find that my second's belt isn't the only one you'll feel today."
He missed the deep frown that descended on his mate's face at his words, and not for the reason he might have thought, either. She herself wasn't quite sure why she felt as she did. Emily only knew that feelings of violent jealousy roared to the forefront within her when she thought of Vaudt disciplining another woman.
She fought the feelings back and completed her examination, asking the girl questions to keep both of their minds occupied. "Do you have parents, Tura?" She felt the girl's collarbones, then down her
arms, looking for abnormalities, although she saw none beyond more of the scars she'd already noticed.
"They're dead—my mother died a few months ago. She tried to keep me safe once…once I came into my first heat and she realized what I was. She died trying to protect me."
Emily ground her teeth together at that description of her first menses, although she tried to let go of her annoyance at the same time and choose her battles.
Tura's breasts were quite developed for such a small, skinny girl, nipples tight in the cool air, and Emily ignored them as she lay her head on the girl's chest, listening to her heart, which sounded quite strong.
"How long since you've last eaten?"
"I'm not sure. Days, maybe a week."
"How old are you; do you know?"
Emmy then palpated her abdomen as best she could, avoiding the dusky hair of her mons to awkwardly bend down and inspect her legs and feet.
"I-I have eighteen summers."
Then she moved behind her, noting that—although they were frightfully thin, her shoulders were the same level, and there didn't seem to be any spinal deformity at all, which she had seen quite a bit of lately in both the men and the few women that were around.
"Have you always lived where you were found?" It was probably a stupid question, but she asked it anyway. It wasn't as if people still did a lot of traveling—things had reverted much more to the way they had been before the advent of the car, where one could be born, live and die without having ever left one small town.
"No. We lived in a much better place for a long time, but my mother's Alpha moved us away from there to D'Shu. He died trying to protect my mother."
That was where she was captured by Vaudt's men, Emily surmised. And that Alpha wasn't trying to protect Tura—just his mate—so she would bet that he was not the girl's father.
Emmy sighed, feeling her dissatisfaction with how she found the world now settling heavily over her. She couldn't really even practice her pseudo-medicine well. It was a cursory examination at best, but probably all she was going to be allowed to do, and there was nothing overt—no reason that she could find—that she thought Vaudt would accept—that would prevent the girl from being bred, unfortunately.
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