Savage

by Sara Fields

  His fingers trailed across my bare flesh. Bent over like this with him examining my exposed body made me feel so utterly desirable and aroused at the same time. I felt shame that he was looking at me this way, but also pride in myself that he wanted to see me like this. His digits dipped in between my legs, finding my wetness and revealing my need for him.

  He circled my clit and cleared his throat.

  “I’m going to whip this beautiful backside of yours now, my love,” he murmured, and my pussy clenched down hard. “It excites you to know that even good little omegas get a taste of their alpha’s belt to remind them that they aren’t in control, doesn’t it?”

  I arched my back, pressing into the pads of his fingers and hoping he would grant me release. He didn’t. Instead, his fingers pulled away and I heard the telltale sound of a belt being pulled from the loops of his discarded pants. I trembled and pressed my thighs together, feeling the anticipation race through me like a tidal wave. Tingling warmth spread up and down my legs, settling into the pit of my core and swirling tighter and tighter until it became a fiery consuming flame.

  He laid the belt in front of me, showing me the thick leather that was soon going to welt my ass.

  “Kiss it, sweet girl,” he instructed. I reached for the belt and took into my grasp, bringing it closer to my lips so that I could obey him. I pressed my lips to the firm supple surface and then placed it down in front of me for him. He took it back and laid it across the tops of my cheeks. I shivered at the ominous feeling of it.

  “This isn’t a punishment, my little omega. I am whipping your bottom with my belt because it pleases me to do so and because tomorrow when we begin preparing for battle, I want your sore little bottom to remind you that even though you’re a powerful queen, when your alpha wants to strip you bare and redden your backside, he will and you will submit, won’t you?”

  “Yes, alpha,” I murmured. I was only vaguely aware of the fact that I lifted my bottom for him. I bit my lip and took a deep breath, preparing myself for the inevitable burning lash of the leather hide across my waiting cheeks.

  “I can see how much wetter you are already, Freya. You enjoy this,” he observed, and I hid my face in the blankets beneath me in order to try to silence the shameful whimpers emerging from my lips. He lifted the belt from my exposed backside, bringing it down softly once and then twice. At first, it felt like a soft caress, but the third strike took my breath away entirely.

  That burning line of fire burst across my naked backside and I keened in surprise. My entire body stiffened and as more time passed, the more it started to sting. I swayed my hips back and forth to try to alleviate the fiery welt, but he pressed his hand on my lower back and effectively held me in place.

  My belting truly started after that. Even though this wasn’t a punishment, the leather strap still bit into my flesh over and over. Aric whipped every inch of my backside and even ensured that my thighs were thoroughly welted too.

  The belt was vicious, and it soon took over my every waking thought. My entire bottom felt sore and achy, leaving no doubt in my mind that I would remember the feeling of his marks on my flesh for the next day and maybe even one thereafter.

  That turned me on. I knew that my slick was trailing down my thighs and with every lash, he could see my legs part, revealing my glistening arousal to his gaze.

  I cried out as the belt lashed my thighs, trying to keep myself together as he whipped me, but when he tossed it to the side and started spanking me with the very wide expanse of his palm, it became far more difficult. Being spanked this way was so very intimate and from time to time, he would pause and slip his hands in between my thighs. He purred with pleasure at finding that I was soaked for him and in response to his sound, I felt even more wetness pour out from inside of me.

  Arching my spine, I pressed myself against his fingers and rolled my hips. I could feel myself sliding up and down against him as I teased myself to an even more insatiable state of arousal.

  “Naughty girl, do you think you’re in control?” he asked and there was a definite warning in his tone.

  “No, alpha,” I whispered, forcing my body to still.

  “I think that you do, little omega, and I’m going to need to correct that,” he warned. His fingers abandoned my needy pussy and proceeded to squeeze the fleshy globes of my ass firmly. It felt good at first, but as he dug his fingers in more harshly, the ache from the belt and his palm flared fiercely to life. I keened in surprise and then his hand spanked the top of my thighs with cruel intention.

  He spanked me hard and fast, ensuring that not a single square inch went unpunished. My entire backside burned, from the tops of my cheeks down to the middle of my thighs. He spent what felt like an inordinate amount of time spanking the lower curve of my ass and there was no doubt in my mind that I would feel it every time I sat down over the next few days.

  When he was satisfied with the redness that spread across my ass, his palm delved in between my thighs. I was hoping he would finally grant me release, but he didn’t. His feet pushed against the insides of my own, spreading my legs as wide as I was capable of without losing my footing. His hand cupped against my wet folds, and I whimpered before he spanked my pussy firmly enough to cause of wave of stinging agony to blossom across my tender flesh. I cried out and then he continued to ensure that the place between my legs was just as sore as my bottom was.

  “I want to see this pretty little pussy bright pink and sore before I fuck it hard,” he growled, and my core cramped hard just as his palm slapped firmly against my skin once more.

  I tried to avoid each stinging slap, but no matter how I squirmed, his palm on my lower back held me firmly in place. The more he spanked me there, the more out of control I felt, and I soon found myself begging him for mercy.

  “Please, alpha. I’ve learned my lesson,” I whimpered.

  “What have you learned, omega?” he pressed.

  “I’m not in control,” I answered, my voice rising as a particularly harsh slap against my pussy caused my breath to rush free from my lungs.

  “Who is in control, Freya?”

  “You are, alpha,” I answered, my pain more than obvious with every single syllable that escaped my mouth.

  “Good. What happens next is going to make sure that you remember that,” he said firmly.

  His palm met my pussy in a flurry of cruel slaps that left me breathless. I writhed on the bed, but his aim was true and soon my soaked flesh was just as sore as my whipped backside. I cried out and my breath hitched in the back of my throat. I thought he was going to make me cry, but just as I felt the tears beginning to form, he stopped.

  I simply breathed, taking in the feeling of my burning, aching flesh and the needy pulse that was swirling inside me. My clit throbbed and my pussy tightened shamefully.

  I wanted to hate it, but I liked when he was hard on me like this. It hurt, but at the same time, it made my pulse race and my body burn hotter than I’d ever imagined. His fingers gently caressed my wetness, finding out for himself just how soaked his rough treatment had made me.

  “So wet, little omega. I think it’s time I claimed what was mine,” he growled, and my core twisted tight. A rush of slick dripped down my thighs and in one impossibly quick motion, the head of his cock speared deep into me.

  I cried out as his length stretched me open, the burning pain hot and fierce. He wasn’t gentle as he took me. Instead, he used my pussy as hard and roughly as he pleased, not caring that his cock was making my pussy sore and achy. His pelvis slapped against my punished ass and thighs and I moaned. Each time felt like another cruel spank against my sore skin, but it didn’t matter. That all paled to how my stinging folds felt to be fucked hard by my alpha’s cock.

  My inner walls clutched greedily at his thick member, milking him for everything he was giving me. The initial pangs of pain gradually faded to a dull ache and I found that I was even more turned on because of it.

  “You’re going to c
ome hard for me, Freya. Come hard on your alpha’s cock,” he demanded, and my entire body hurtled into the throes of ecstasy far faster than I was prepared for. The growing warmth that had been simmering deep inside me exploded into an endless abyss of pleasure and I moaned as my first orgasm tore through me. For a moment, I wondered if my body had simply answered to his command or if I had been ready for release all along.

  My hips arched upward, and his cock pistoned into me more deeply than ever. The head of his cock pounded into my cervix and my passionate need catapulted even higher until it was the only thing on my mind. Pleasure consumed me so much so that the only thing that mattered was the throbbing in my pussy and the hard fucking of his cock.

  I screamed and his hands wound around my hips, digging his fingers into the bones of my pelvis so that he could use my poor pussy harder. He slammed into me again and again until I was so lost in my pleasure, that I hardly knew up from down. One orgasm tore through me after the next and I had no idea when and if it would ever end. I had no idea if I wanted it to.

  My own hands tightened into little fists into the blankets beneath me, holding on for dear life as my alpha used my body for his own pleasure and for mine. I could feel another release edging toward me, and I allowed myself to dive into that freedom completely.

  Here inside my chambers, things were simple. I was his omega, his love, and his mate. My role was to serve him and see to his needs. I would surrender when he demanded it, spreading my legs whenever he wanted and giving him everything he asked of me. I was made to surrender to him. He was made to ensure that I was taken care of and when the time was right, to knot and breed me so that I could carry his children. He was my alpha in every way.

  Outside these walls, I was a queen, tasked with the responsibility of overseeing the great city of Valgertha and ensuring that my people remained protected and happy.

  Inside my bedroom, I was his.

  “That’s it, omega. Come hard for your alpha,” he demanded.

  And I did. Over and over until I was a wet little mess dripping with slick. He made me come so many times that it began to grow painful and I did everything I could to convince him to come for me too.

  “Please, alpha, please give me your seed,” I begged. I wanted his come inside me desperately. I wanted to feel the familiar comforting heat of his claim inside me, marking me in the most primal way possible. My feral instincts surged, and the only thing I needed then was to feel him come inside me as it was meant to be.

  “I will give it to you when I decide to, little omega. You’re not in control, no matter how shamefully you beg,” he growled, the sound making my core cramp and more slick to pour down my legs. My pussy clenched tight around him and I moaned as another release raced through me. My inner walls fluttered and I keened, still continuing to beg even though now I knew that no matter what I said, he would give me what I wanted when he pleased and not a moment sooner.

  “Please. I need your seed, alpha,” I pleaded.

  I moaned through one piercing orgasm after the next until he grunted with pleasure behind me. One of his hands left my hips and I felt his thumb sliding down the cleft of my backside. He pressed between my cheeks and settled over top of my bottom hole.

  I cried out with shame and pleasure and nervous anxiety.

  He increased the pressure against my tight rim and my body fought back against him. He didn’t let me win, however. He continued pressing against my tight little hole, using my own wetness to force himself inside my reluctant ring of muscle. His thumb was persistent and before long, it popped inside my virgin hole for the very first time.

  I cried out, a sharp stabbing pain radiating up and down my spine, eventually settling deep in my bottom in a foreign throbbing sensation I’d never experienced before. No one had ever touched me there, until now.

  “Do you still want my seed, omega?” he asked.

  “Yes, alpha. Please give me your cum,” I begged.

  “You’re going to have to earn it, Freya. You’re going to have to come with my thumb in this tight little hole. You’re going to come for me even though I know it hurts,” he commanded.

  I could feel a deep blush come over my face. His words were so incredibly shameful, but at the same time, I wanted to do what he demanded of me. Even though his finger in my bottom felt strange and still painful, it made me feel even more aroused. It made me want to come again for him, even though I had countless times already. My pussy spasmed greedily around his cock and there was no question in my mind that he knew what kind of effect he was having on me.

  His thumb pumped in and out of my asshole, reawakening the burning ache that he had put there. At the same time, he lazily thrust in and out of my pussy, gradually increasing his pace until he turned me into a needy little omega whose only waking thought was my next orgasm and his seed marking my soaking wet pussy.

  Once I was especially close, he pushed his hips all the way inside me and stilled. His knot shuddered against the opening of my pussy and he thrust in deeper, allowing the base of his cock to inflate and hook behind the bones of my pelvis. With his finger in my bottom hole at the same time, I’d never felt so full and my entire body quivered on the edge of release knowing it. My muscles tightened and I felt the tight ring of my asshole clench around his thumb.

  It hurt, but in the most delicious kind of way. I felt a raw sense of shame hurtle through me. At the same time though, a powerful burst of arousal rushed through me in its wake.

  “Come, omega. Now,” he demanded.

  My orgasm tore through me like a hot knife through butter. I was powerless against its ruthless intensity. I fell into a fiery chasm of exquisite ecstasy that seemed never ending. I screamed with passion and allowed every last bit of my release to rip me open. Every shred of control that I still held onto fell away and I shuddered with the most complete feeling I ever experienced.

  His seed spurted deep inside me, so strong and fierce that I felt like it marked to the very depths of my soul. I keened so loudly that it hurt even my own ears, struggling as one last release ravaged me utterly and completely. I shuddered against the bed, thankful for his support as his seed continuing branded me as his own.

  My own release flared hot for what felt like forever. My thighs shook and when it was all over, a powerful numbness reined over me in its aftermath. I cried out, feeling a tear trickle down my cheek. I wasn’t crying because I was in pain. Instead, it was all due to the sheer loss of control and the incredible sensation that only my alpha was capable of putting me through. I closed my eyes and focused on normalizing my panting breaths and calming the noisy sound of my beating heart in my head.

  For a little while, Aric let me compose myself. His knot was still locked inside me and would be for some time. When he was ready, he removed his thumb from my bottom and wound his arm around my waist, climbing up onto the bed and lifting me up with him. The two of us lay on our side as he pulled my back to his chest. His arm was calming, and I hummed with delight at the feeling of it.

  My entire body was still buzzing with sensation. Safe in his arms now, I allowed myself to fully enjoy the feeling of his seed and his cock still pressed deep inside me. He purred softly, and each time he did, a powerful sense of satisfaction rushed over me.

  “I enjoyed that, little omega,” he murmured softly in my ear, his breath tickling the tiny hairs along the back of my neck.

  “I did too,” I whispered in response.

  “I could tell,” he replied with a soft chuckle and a warm flush crept over my cheeks. He pressed his lips to the back of my neck in a tender kiss and I could feel myself melting for him.

  “I bet you could,” I sassed quietly, and he smiled as he pressed his lips against my throat.

  “If you’re not careful, I’ll make you feel a whole lot more,” he warned lightly, and his knot pulsed inside me.

  “Promises, promises,” I teased, and his fingers captured my right nipple between them. He pinched it hard and I cried out as a hot flash
of pain blossomed across my breast.

  “Careful what you wish for, little omega,” he murmured, breathing soft breathy kisses against the sensitive skin of my neck. I shivered in his arms.

  When Valgertha was safe once again and I’d brought Ravenrath to its knees, I would look forward to it.

  For now, though, it was time to ready ourselves for war.

  * * *

  The following days were full of a rush of preparations. I sent a number of scouts to assess the current state of the enemy city, while Aric met with those that were a part of the Brotherhood. Supplies arrived quickly and were sorted into travel caravans. Every forge in the city was tasked with constructing weapons and defenses, including all manner of swords, axes, knives, and shields. All the bowmakers in the city crafted as many short and long bows as they possibly could. Stocks of arrows were categorized by type. The mounting supplies of flaming, poison, and piercing arrows were impressive, all meant to give us an edge on the battlefield.

  Since Ravenrath was situated on the banks of the river Suna Kava, my people started building even more boats to join my already fearsome fleet.

  In a span of less than a week, we were ready to strike.

  I planned to attack Ravenrath with all of my forces, but I was going to split them with a portion attacking from the water and another segment from the trees in the forest. My river warriors would strike first under the cover of nightfall, and those that were hidden in the forest would attack when the order was given.

  My scouts returned and reported that Ravenrath had closed its city gates and increased the number of guards patrolling the walls. Perhaps Thranar knew that I was coming for him and was readying his own people for war. Perhaps he was just paranoid.

  To be honest, it didn’t matter.

  I was going to kill him. I didn’t care how many walls I had to break through to do it. Once everything was adequately prepared, I told my warriors to get ready. We would leave for Ravenrath the very next morning.

  I watched the sun rise that morning, the brilliant colors streaking across the sky in an arc of beauty that seemed especially stunning today. Aric joined me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. Neither of us said anything. We were too preoccupied with preparing ourselves mentally for the coming of war, for the blood on the battlefield and for the expectation that soon, some of us may die.