Primal

by Sara Fields

  “Look at me, Luna,” he said softly.

  I didn’t want to, but I obeyed anyway.

  “You just recognized what was happening, didn’t you, little one?” he asked.

  I nodded. I wanted to cry. I wanted to come.

  “I don’t know what to do,” I cried out, knowing that neither he nor I could do anything to prevent what was ultimately going to take place between the two of us.

  “Shhhh. You’re safe with me, Luna. I will take care of you. I know what you need and will make sure that you get it. I’m going to help you through every last second of this,” he whispered gently.

  “It’s going to hurt,” I whimpered.

  “Yes. It will, sweet girl. But I won’t take you until your body is truly ready for me. I will make sure you enjoy every last minute of the breaking of your heat, my little omega,” he purred, and my core twisted hard for him with desire and immeasurable need that demanded I give into the urges raging inside of me.

  “I don’t want this,” I cried out softly.

  “I know, little omega, but you need me. You can trust me to care for you,” he whispered.

  I trembled hard.

  “But you said you were going to punish me,” I cried.

  “I mean to still, little one. It will make this easier on you in the end,” he said softly. Carefully, he drew my lips to his and he kissed me softly. My body hummed with gentle warmth and I was grateful for the strength of his arms holding me. He pulled back and stared into my eyes and I felt the alpha and omega connection more intensely than ever before. There was honesty and caring in his gaze. I couldn’t deny that I saw that.

  “I know this hasn’t been pleasant for you before. I know Thranar was cruel and abusive. I want to remind you that I’m not him and I would never treat an omega so horrifically as he did. I’m going to show you how a real alpha handles an omega and by the time your heat is over, you’ll know what that means,” he said softly.

  I shook hard. Instinctually, I curled up against his tall frame and pressed my forehead in the crook of his neck. My core clenched down painfully tight and I tried to swallow my cry of fear and arousal.

  “Don’t hide your sounds from me. I want to hear everything. I want you to scream when it hurts and I want to hear you scream for me as you come hard for me, over and over until your heat has finally abated. That’s a direct order, do you understand me, omega?”

  I could feel my shoulders bowing into him, the yearning to submit to him growing even fiercer, so much that it consumed me. Right now, I was an omega and he was an alpha. My instincts were rampaging inside me and it wouldn’t be long before I would be forced to give into them entirely. I wouldn’t have a choice.

  The dynamic between an alpha and an omega in heat was so deeply written into our DNA that it was impossible to fight. It was byproduct of the weapons used in the Great War so long ago, intercalating into our genetic backbone and changing the very nature of humankind itself. To be an omega meant that I was instinctually bound to spread my legs and beg to be bred by an alpha. Estrous wouldn’t end until an alpha took what was rightfully his to take. It was the laws of nature, the natural order of the world.

  Right now, I needed him whether I liked it or not.

  “You promise you’ll take care of me?” I asked, unable to hide the way my voice was shaking with anxiety. Vikar was practically a stranger, but my omega was calling for him and it was telling me that I could trust him. I hoped that she was right.

  It wouldn’t be long now. I could feel it.

  He lifted my chin so that I had to face him.

  “Look at me when I tell you this, omega,” he instructed. I swallowed heavily and obeyed him, lifting my eyes to meet his.

  “I promise you, Luna. You’re safe with me,” he said firmly. His silver eyes were hypnotizing and never wavered. I saw a certain truth in his eyes and for the first time, I felt as if it would be okay to trust him, at least for a little while. I decided to trust my omega’s inner voice and I tentatively edged my lips forward to meet his. This time, I kissed him, and he let me.

  He never let go of my pussy the entire time.

  “Alpha?” I whimpered.

  “Yes, my beautiful little omega?” he responded quietly.

  “Please punish me,” I pleaded.

  “It would bring me great pleasure to bring you to heel, little one,” he said as his tone dropped dangerously. My pussy pulsed and his other hand returned to reignite the burning sting that painted across my bottom and the backs of my thighs. This time though, he slapped my inner thighs several times and the quick flash of pain made me flinch. I felt my panties slip an inch down my thighs and I swiftly corrected my form, keeping them above my knees as he had instructed. If he noticed my blunder, he said nothing and instead returned to spanking my very bare and vulnerable backside. He spanked me so hard that it felt as though my flesh was going to burst into flames.

  “Such a pretty little bottom when it’s spanked bright red. I’m looking forward to admiring these naked cheeks when they are fully welted from my switch,” he threatened, and a shiver raced down my spine. He traced the flat of his hand over top of my punished backside at the very same time that he circled the seat of his palm against my clit.

  I whimpered and still he continued.

  “You will come again for me, little omega,” he commanded.

  My body quivered and my core tightened with arousal. It didn’t take long for another orgasm to darken the edges of my vision. It became my entire focus and when he pressed even more firmly against my needy bud, I fell victim to its endless thrall.

  Exquisite never-ending bliss ravaged me from within, forcing my omega to reveal herself completely. I had been fighting her for so very long that now that she had come forth, I knew she wasn’t going to step back for a long time. She called for my subjugation. She demanded that I give into the mating urges I had denied myself. My omega commanded that I give myself to Vikar, the man who had claimed me as his.

  I let him. Right now, he was my alpha and I was his omega, needy and soaked with my slick. For him.

  I shuddered through my orgasm, feeling delicious sensation race up and down my limbs as he cupped my pussy and teased the punished skin of my ass. Once the first orgasm faded, he forced a second and then a third on me without delay.

  I screamed his name. I called him my alpha. My body quaked with intense and overwhelming ecstasy until there was nothing left but the intoxicating twisting sensations of pleasure and pain intertwining to become one and the same.

  When he was satisfied that I had come hard enough for him, he pulled his hands away. I bit my lip, swaying from side to side and feeling the rush of air between my thighs. My legs were covered with slick, a clear indication that my body was preparing itself to take his enormous alpha cock. I swallowed nervously, knowing that I would inevitably be forced to beg for it. Not by him, but by the unescapable urges within my own body.

  I would need his cock. More important though, I would yearn for his knot. I wouldn’t survive estrous without it.

  I knew it was instinct, but that didn’t make it any easier to bear.

  He moved away from me and I watched as he strode to a nearby tree. He took several branches in his fingers, testing their supple nature until he found one that he liked. He used his knife to cut it off the tree. After that, he trimmed the long piece of wood free of knobs and other small twigs. When he was finished, he walked back over to me and swished it right next to me. The ominous whoosh as it cut through the air made me cry out in fear.

  He pressed the tip against my scalded bottom cheek and dragged it across my skin. I bit my lip, waiting for him to strike. But he didn’t. Not yet.

  “You ran from me twice, didn’t you, little omega?” he asked.

  “Yes, Alpha,” I answered.

  “You were punished over my knees when I caught you the first time,” he continued.

  “Yes, Alpha,” I whimpered.

  “A spanking wasn’t enough
to curb your defiance, was it?”

  “No, Alpha,” I whispered, my fear growing.

  “I’m going to be much firmer with you this time. What’s about to happen, little omega?” he pressed.

  “You’re going to punish me, Alpha,” I cried out softly.

  The switch patted the back of my thigh and I stiffened.

  “Be more specific. I want you to tell me exactly what I’m going to do to you, my naughty little omega,” he demanded.

  “You’re going to switch my bottom, my breasts, and my pussy, Alpha,” I finally managed to answer, although I stumbled over the words as they fell off my lips.

  “I am, aren’t I?” he replied quietly, continually teasing me with the tip of the switch. He dragged it between and underneath my breasts, circling back around me as he did so. I quivered, watching the way it trailed across my skin and left a tiny line of white in its wake. He stopped in front of me and trailed it down my stomach until it reached the top of my pussy. Exceedingly slowly, he pressed it between my soaked folds and drew it back and forth. The rough surface edged against my clit and the air rushed out of my lungs in an anxious gasp. When he finally pulled it away, my legs were trembling as I imagined what it would feel like when he used it to punish my most sensitive places.

  It wouldn’t be long until I found out exactly how it felt.

  He circled around me several more times, lightly tapping my exposed skin with the switch. Sometimes he would snap it just hard enough to sting a little and other times it felt like a gentle caress of a finger. He lulled me into a relaxed state before he stopped at my side and whipped my backside with it for the first time.

  A cutting line of intense fire blazed across my bottom before I was ready for it. My mouth opened wide as I struggled to process the terrible pain and then he struck me with it for a second time. The strike was quiet and unassuming, the only indication a rapid swishing that warned me it was coming. The sound of his palm had been much louder, but I quickly realized that the switch was far worse.

  He thrashed my bottom much more quickly than he had spanked me. I could quite literally feel each painful welt rising on my skin. The agony escalated with every passing second until I was left keening from the terrible burn. My panties pulled at my thighs, reminding me to keep them spread, but as the switching continued, it became harder and harder. I danced from foot to foot, trying to keep myself upright. I swayed forward once and almost lost my balance, but he pressed a steadying hand against my belly and kept me upright. He didn’t stop whipping my bottom for even a moment and I couldn’t stop myself from crying out.

  Sometimes the switch would lick one side, followed by the next. The tip would occasionally catch portions of my inner thighs and the folds of my soaking wet pussy. Those hurt the worst and I moaned each and every time, well aware of the fact that he had warned that I was going to get switched there too. He thrashed me hard enough where I lost all semblance of rational thought. The only thing on my mind was my bare bottom and the next fateful strike of the switch.

  I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to hold back the inevitable tears to come. Just when I felt like I was moments away from crying, he stopped thrashing my backside so that he could trace his fingertips over top of the welts he left behind. I sniffled and tried to calm the hammering of my heart. For several long seconds, my body remained tense but as he continued to explore my scalded bottom with his fingers, I started to relax.

  Those same fingers ventured down to the backs of my legs where several welts burned more sharply than all the rest. He pinched a couple of them, and I sucked in a pained breath as a fierce stinging sensation hurtled up and down my legs with enough vigor to cause my entire body to tremble.

  He placed the switch down on a nearby rock and I glanced at it with hatred and awe that such an unassuming little thing could hurt so very much.

  A single finger traced down the cleft of my bottom. He was reminding me that he could touch me however and whenever he wanted and that made my core twist hard with arousal. With his other hand, he spread my cheeks wide and revealed my bottom hole. Slowly, he pressed that single finger against my tight rim. He tapped it again and again and I could feel myself flushing with shame at being touched there.

  “I think when I’m through punishing your breasts and that naughty little pussy, I’m going to make you beg me to switch this pretty little bottom before I give you every last inch of my cock, little omega,” he said boldly and I keened with nervousness at his pronouncement.

  “You can’t!” I exclaimed. He simply chuckled at my proclamation of disbelief.

  He released my bottom cheeks and circled around to the front of me. He grasped my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pinching them firmly before he pulled them away from my body and toward himself. A gradual ache grew at the base of my nipples, intensifying the further he pulled away. When he twisted my nipples firmly to the right, I was unprepared for the sudden piercing agony that blossomed across the entirety of my breast. He held them that way for several long seconds until he released them at last.

  “You’d do well to remember that I will use this beautiful body however I please, little omega, and if I decide that your naughty little bottom hole should be punished, then that is exactly what I will do,” he replied, a cocky smirk gracing his lips. I swallowed heavily as a single drop of slick rolled down my right thigh. It dripped slowly down the side of my knee and I could feel it as it made its way to my ankle. I shook, worrying that I was beginning to leave a puddle of arousal beneath me in the dirt.

  My breasts throbbed and my nipples remained treacherously hard. I panted as I tried to take everything that he gave me, and I was horrified to realize that I wanted more.

  So much more.

  I wanted him to punish me. I wanted to come for him and for the very first time, I wanted to feel his cock deep between my thighs.

  Saying nothing, he picked up the switch again and I bit my lip. He placed the tip against my left nipple and flicked it hard enough to make me cry out. The pain was swift and so incredibly consuming that it took my breath away in that single strike. He punished the other just as firmly, causing a rapid throbbing sting to radiate over my breast and stab right down into my core. I twisted, trying to avoid the slender branch, but it was useless. His aim was practiced and true each and every time no matter what I did.

  I turned my head down and watched as the switch struck my breast. It jostled shamefully and I flinched as the sting simmered and then intensified. At first, there was a white line where he’d hit me and then it started to pinken and rise into a small welt on my tender skin. It was almost mesmerizing to witness, and I found myself watching as he did it again and again to my vulnerable and exposed chest.

  A rolling wave of heat washed over me and even as the switch continued to strike my breasts and my nipples, a rush of slick dripped down my thighs. I was so wet, and I desperately wanted to come again. My backside stung and my breasts throbbed with both the painful bite of the switch and the unending desire within me.

  His hand delved back in between my legs and he switched my breasts especially hard at the same time. I moaned as he found my clit, circling it with two fingers until I was shaking with need. My muscles tensed and I drew in a breath as he edged me closer and closer to what was sure to be an orgasm that would render me senseless.

  Just when I thought I was going to break apart, he pulled his hand away. I couldn’t stop my hips from rocking toward him even as the painful ache of denial rushed into my core. Agonizing need raged through my veins, making my pulse quicken and my heart pulse with sensation. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again, only to see the world in a gauzy pink shade that spoke to how deep into estrous I’d already sunk.

  My chest rose and fell as I struggled to contain the heat surging through me. My aching clit pulsed, incredibly sore and needy. I watched almost in horror as he dragged the switch along the punished skin of my breasts until he pressed it between my thighs. I almost stopped breathing
at that moment.

  “Please,” I begged.

  He didn’t answer with words. He just answered with the switch.

  My pussy burned with a blazing line of fire that flared so hotly that I almost lost my footing. My legs quaked and when he drew back to strike me a second time, I pressed my legs together reflexively to try to protect my tender folds.

  It was too late for me once I realized my mistake.

  Time seemed to slow as the panties that I’d been instructed to keep up around my thighs dropped to my knees. I tried to recover and spread my legs wide enough to catch the undergarment, but they had already fallen to my calves and finally pooled around my ankles.

  Vikar tsked under his breath.

  “Naughty girl, didn’t I tell you to keep those panties up around your thighs?” he scolded firmly.

  “Yes, Alpha,” I quivered.

  “And did you?” he continued.

  “No, Alpha.”

  He knelt before me and reached for my ankle. He pulled my panties free from one foot and then the other before he rose back up in front of me with the sodden fabric between his fingers.

  “Open your mouth,” he commanded.

  I didn’t want to, but I obeyed anyway. My omega demanded that I submit, and I didn’t deny her.

  Once my lips were wide enough, he pushed my wet panties into my mouth. The taste of my own arousal was musky and sweet. I whimpered, but the sound was shamefully muted by the soaked cloth.

  “Keep your legs spread wide, little omega,” he instructed.

  He flicked the switch upward several times, lightly welting my sensitive little pussy and I flinched as the agonizing sting spread across my tender flesh and settled deep in my core. I struggled to take it but the need to obey his instructions was stronger. When he was finished switching my pussy, he reached between my thighs and spread my folds open, revealing my clit in the process.

  I hoped he would use his fingers to make me come again, but when he placed the switch against my needy bud instead, I stilled with fear.