Crowning the Renegade Omega WIDE

by M. D. Pentacles

  “What ails you, pet?” Renegade asked, her voice rough and heavy with the mystery of their Feral nature.

  Camille couldn’t lift her head to see what the Queen’s mood might be. Instead, she wrung her hands about that rag, and said, “My apologies, my lady. I”—she swallowed molten glass. Tried again. “I didn’t intend… The Second, he—”

  “Hush,” Renegade cooed, and there was laughter humming in the rich tones of her voice. Laughter! As if the Queen was amused by such an indiscretion! “My quarrel was never with you, Camille. Silver thought to breed you in my nest. Thought to make a point, because I’m Omega and he doesn’t know how to submit, unless it’s by force.” The Queen smiled, skinny tail flicking at her hip. Chain that kept her bound and in place gleaming across her chest, between the lowest set of her nipples. “I merely thought to correct him of that notion.”

  Camille shook her head, tail cinching tighter between her thighs. “Mistress, I… I enjoyed it! Such a thing… it… it just isn’t done! My former Queen would have had my tail for letting her mate—”

  “Your former Queen,” Renegade said, curling one finger toward the shamed Beta, “was an Alpha, yes?”

  Camille could only nod, for her throat was clogged with anguish.

  “Precious Camille. I am Omega, and I rather expect I’m the only Queen alive who can claim that as truth.” Dainty hand extended, Renegade took the rag from Camille’s clenched fingers. Offering a purr that forced the handmaiden’s heart to slow. “I will not deny you pleasure here.”

  The Queen dipped the rag between her thighs, swiping at the shine of slick and cum herself, as if Camille were an invalid.

  Falling on her mistress, Camille said, “Please!” and claimed the chore of cleansing the lady of her amorous appetites. Spreading the petal-soft lips of her labia to swipe at a string of cum clinging to her mound. And again, her mouth began to water as if… as if… she hungered for the taste of the female whose mark sat high and proud on her shoulder.

  As if she wanted to be the one to make the Queen’s slick flow. To make her sweet, perfect pussy clench and gush.

  Renegade sighed, and for an instant, as Camille licked her lips and drifted closer to that still-swollen bead, she thought the Queen wanted the same.

  And then, “I know you’re there, Sickle. Come in. Show me the child I’m being charged with.”

  The Omega male was dressed in fine leathers that hugged his every slender curve. And Camille knew she would have snarled at the interruption, if it weren’t for the tiny thing clutching at Sickle’s hip.

  Freshly scrubbed with pink skin, mane dripping and sodden, the child was dressed in a simple wrap that afforded her modesty and protected against the chill of the evening air. Wide, brown eyes darted over every inch of the nesting cave—and landed on the grotesque thing Renegade had discarded at the edge of her nest.

  Spittle flew from her tiny sharp teeth at once. Hackles rising, the little female’s chest expanded as she snarled, hissing and growling at the gift the Second and Third Alphas had brought their Queen.

  Renegade laughed, clapping merrily. “What a surprise you are!” she said, reaching for the terrified girl with both hands. The burden of rearing unwanted young forgotten in the face of such innocent ferocity. “Come, darling girl. Nest with me and rest your eyes while my Sickle disposes of the trash.” The Queen flicked her fingers, and at once, the Omega male rushed to do her bidding. Taking the rotten head with lips curled back and tail held high.

  “Have you a name, child?” Camille asked, wrapping the Queen in a similar fashion. Providing modesty. Swallowing back her unnatural arousal when she felt a familiar rush and tingle. The urge to nurse, though surely the girl was almost old enough to be weaned, if she wasn’t already.

  Either the child couldn’t speak, was so thoroughly traumatized by what she’d seen beyond the Krust that speech would come later—if ever—or she didn’t have an answer to so simple a question.

  “A new name for a new beginning, then,” Renegade said easily, opening her arms. Emitting a soft Omega purr that saw the child rushing over furs. Tripping and stumbling until she was close enough to throw herself into the arms of the Queen. “How about Delphi, after the warrior goddess who slew the dawn itself? I think that suits, don’t you?”

  “Oh, yes, my Queen,” Camille said, watching as Renegade took the child—Delphi—to her breast and bedded down in the furs. “That suits just fine.”

  “Camille?” Sickle called, voice soft, so as not to disturb the pair. Golden Feral eyes lingering on Renegade as she snuggled with a child at her breast. “A word?”

  She understood the sentiment, for it took some doing to tear her eyes away from so soft a sight, from so fierce a female. But even Sickle outranked her here, and she went, despite the urge to stay. To nest and nurse and, when the Queen had rested from her most recent tumble, please the female who’d given Camille new life. New purpose.

  “How are you feeling?” Sickle asked, placing a hand on her bare lower back. Guiding her from the cave.

  Camille startled. Shooting a confused glance at the Omega male whose Feral eyes gleamed with honest curiosity. With… care. For her. “I’m well enough,” she said at length, licking dry lips.

  Sickle nodded, giving her a gentle push toward the bathing pool. “The killing fever changes us. In many ways, we are reborn here. Not even Giaus, who was the first to survive the killing fever with his mind intact, knows how each of us will be changed. Take note,” he said, directing her to sit, lathering his hands, “of any changes you might experience. Giaus would like them recorded.”

  Stifling a groan, Camille agreed. And before she could say or ask more, Sickle’s deceptively strong fingers began to work at her shoulders. Kneading the tension from her muscles. “By the fires, you’re good at that!”

  She felt Sickle smile at her nape. “I’ve had plenty of practice. Renegade can be quite… demanding, at times.”

  A purr burst from Camille’s throat at the mention of her Queen.

  Sickle chuckled. “Ah. I see she’s already found her way under your skin. No,” he said, hushing her. “There’s no cause for embarrassment. Perhaps it’s the change,” he continued, serenading her with an Omega’s purr of his own, “or it may be that you wear her mark, as I do, but there’s something… irresistible about our lady, isn’t there?”

  Nodding, Camille came alive. Anything but relaxed, though Sickle’s fingers sought out every knot, every ball of tension he could find. And when her thighs shifted beneath the heated water, the unmistakable scent of arousal bubbled up. Cheeks aflame, Camille tried to pull away.

  “Renegade claimed you for herself,” Sickle said, and she could feel the bulge of his modest prick where it pressed against her nape. “And as long as you aren’t breeding, I’m sure you may have your choice. Of the Betas,” he added with a smile. “I’m not entirely sure she wouldn’t chew mine off, if I took liberties that didn’t please her.”

  Feeling hot and achy, Camille recoiled. Remembering her time in the breeding shed. The callous snap of hips, of males taken by Renegade’s Canicule who couldn’t end their rut until Renegade herself was satisfied. Until her breeding season was ended, or she was heavy with young.

  But this was a new day, and Camille was not the same as the terrified female Giaus had stolen from the safety of her former pack.

  “I may be noticing some changes,” Camille said, breathless, her voice dropping a few bars. Laden with an arousal so fierce, she couldn’t quite figure out what to do with herself.

  Sickle chuckled, and the scent of his breath made her clench at warm water. “Giaus thinks it’s Renegade’s pheromones. She’s affecting us. Those of us who wear her mark,” he said, catching at those scabs on her shoulder with a playful growl, “most of all.”

  “I don’t want one of the Betas,” Camille whispered, meeting the Omega’s eye over her shoulder.

  Sickle swallowed, nostrils flared. And, reachin
g to adjust himself where he’d wet the front of his leathers, said, “You smell sweet indeed, Beta. But I cannot. It would be the last thing I ever did, unless my mistress allowed it.”

  Camille whined, and when the Omega wouldn’t relent or submit, snarled. Turning her agitation toward the breeding shed and the Betas she’d been left to choose from.

  Surely one of those brutes would be able to ease this torment? Sickle had promised her protection, and fool that she was, Camille dared to believe him.

  After all, she wore the Queen’s mark.

  And there had never been a Queen quite like her mistress.

  Chapter 14

  Giaus watched.

  When Silver and Balkazar were thrown from the nest, he watched them bump playfully against each other. Satiated, for now, by his mate’s temper. By her sweet cunt and the breeding pheromones saturating every fucking inch of his compound.

  He watched when the handmaiden and Sickle left Renegade with the child, and he watched Sickle refuse to fuck the Beta female in his gentle Sickle way. He watched this new female wander over to the others of her caste, reeking of sex and need. Tempting one after the other, until each of them had gone to the breeding shed and come out with lazy, happy expressions that did nothing to ease the temper rising in his chest.

  The rut.

  He could feel it coming upon him. The need to dominate and remind them all who was King here. But most of all? He wanted his mate.

  Wanted to bury his scent and seed as deep as he could in a womb corrupted by another. To mark every inch of her with cum and tooth until even the Ferine could catch the scent and know who she belonged to.

  “Alpha?”

  Giaus snarled without turning from his brooding, elbows braced on the long dining table laden with the spoils of their most recent hunting excursion.

  “You haven’t eaten,” Sickle said, persistent little shit that he was. Offering a hank of choice meat in a bowl he’d carved himself.

  Lip curled, Giaus snatched the dish. Tearing into the juicy flesh without tasting it.

  “What troubles you, my Alpha?” Sickle asked, and he could hear the amusement in the Omega’s voice. So much that Giaus’ hackles rose, fists curling into massive balls that wanted to met out pain just for the joy of destroying something. But the slender Omega male didn’t retreat from so dark a temper—he made himself comfortable in Giaus’ shadow. Bold enough to bump his hip as if they were equal.

  Giaus’ chest vibrated in a low growl, one that warned of danger and retribution.

  Sickle offered a delicate purr.

  “Not now, boy,” Giaus managed, choking on the words.

  “She made them work for it,” Sickle said instead. “And Silver was nearly castrated for knotting Camille. She remains loyal to you, my Alpha.” He smiled, the cocky little bastard. “So do they, for that matter. Don’t think I’ve ever seen Silver and Balkazar so relaxed.”

  “Sickle,” Giaus rumbled, knuckles creaking. Growl distorting the Omega’s name but not the dire warning.

  “But you,” Sickle said, leaning on his elbows as he watched his Alpha from beneath a fan of dark lashes, “have never been more tense. I cannot imagine what it is for an Alpha to share his mate,” he continued, “but I am humbled by your sacrifice.”

  Giaus had heard enough.

  He spun, intending to leave his Omega pet behind. Intending to go beyond the safety of these walls he’d ordered built, and lose himself in the wild until this urge to rut had passed.

  Sickle caught his forearm in delicate fingers. A grip that would have been easy to break, yet stopped him short all the same, for in the next breath, he said, “She’s finally starting to nest.”

  Feral eyes gleamed up at him. Wickedly innocent. Offering submission and defiance from one blink to the next. Fanning the flames of a possessive rut, the likes of which Giaus had never known.

  “She accepted the child with a smile, if you can believe it. Named her Delphi after the goddess who slew the dawn. Romantic, our mate.”

  With a snarl, he caught at fist full of Omega fur. Forced the slight male to spin, and pressed him face down on the table. Tearing at leather until his Omega’s ass was barred and his skinny tail was the only thing standing in the way of release. “She’s my mate, boy,” he rumbled, positively vibrating with the urge to do something truly perverse. “Don’t forget your place.”

  “Then why does she grow fat with my seed?”

  Shocked silent by the coy little shit, Giaus stopped moving. The nerve of his Omega pet! To fight when he should have begged!

  And, teeth snapping, Sickle took it one step further, caught the meat of Giaus’ forearm, and set a mark. Igniting a fire of wild rage, of possession, deep in Giaus’ brain.

  Sick with lust, the King moved to crush the hapless male who dared against the table. Pinning him as he broke the cords of leather. Freeing his aching cock, his balls. And, catching that swollen purple length, Giaus began to work himself. Trying to ease the frenzy before he mounted up. Before he hurt a precious resource and tore fragile flesh.

  Sickle’s teeth bore down, digging deeper. Toward the bone with the intent to leave a mark that wouldn’t fade.

  Weeping precum, Giaus roared, placed that glossy helm, and speared through the tight ring of flesh, in spite of himself and any good intentions he might have had. Stretching and claiming, he bore down on Sickle without a hint of caution. Fucking the male he’d bred to his mate. Punishing him for daring to be successful.

  Hissing, Sickle took it all. Kept his tail held high as Giaus’ hips began to move. As that fat cock ruined his insides and obliterated his prostate.

  But where Giaus expected to hear pleas for mercy, there were only grunts and quiet, breathless demands for more. Hips pushed back to take even the tapered edge of a thick knot, though surely such a thing couldn’t be done to a male without destroying him.

  Sickle seemed keen to try, for with a glassy-eyed glare, the little male released his forbidden claim and bared bloody teeth. Set his palms to the rough hewn table, and pushed back with all his might.

  “Take it, then,” Giaus snarled, crushing him down. Clapping one massive palm to the Omega’s ass cheek and spread him wide. Obscenely so.

  Eyes rolling back, Sickle did as he was commanded. Giaus felt his internal muscles bloom, felt him try to push out the invasive cock, and in doing so, swallowed it whole.

  Knot and all.

  Giaus roared, making the micro thrusts that focused the pleasure on his knot. Inebriated, he gave himself to the rut and fucked his precious Omega male into that night’s supper. Before all the pack, he engaged in the perversely homosexual. Reveled in the delicious forbidden depths of another male, and found a thing he was loathe to give up. Knot swelling to almost the size only Renegade herself had managed to inspire, he felt Sickle’s ass clench around him, and knew his pet was going to cum.

  Pulling out, Giaus sought to prolong this session. Made his Omega’s asshole stretch until it was white around the widest part of his knot, then forced himself deeper. Relishing the heat of yielding flesh.

  “Unngh,” Sickle grunted. Legs shaking so hard he rattled the cups and plates. Pushed beyond words as Giaus forced him to empty his balls right there in the dirt. Scenting the air with salty cum and sweat.

  Grinning for all to see, Giaus sprayed Sickle’s bowels white in a deluge of sperm. Dealt punishment and pleasure with the snap of his hips. Sealing it with a truly impressive knot that wouldn’t subside until the feisty little male offered submission in place of defiance, or until the massive Feral Alpha had found satisfaction.

  Whichever came first.

  “And now, my King?” Sickle asked, tipping reddened cheeks back to catch the eye of the male still pumping him full. “Has your temper eased?”

  “Impertinent boy,” Giaus rumbled, shaking out his mane. For indeed, his mood was substantially bettered. His balls light, though his dick still ached and the urge to breed wa
s still upon him. “You play with fire, but you’ve served me well.”

  “And my reward?” Sickle drawled, clenching around Giaus’ knot. Eyebrow raised. Tail catching the King beneath the chin.

  Baring a toothy grin, Giaus flipped the boy. Setting calves still encased in leather over his left shoulder, he caught Sickle’s wrists and kept him pinned before he worked to fill him once more.

  His Omega male took it all with a smile.

  Chapter 15

  “Sickle, you nasty little slut!” Renegade said, straining at the end of her leash. Trying to get to the Omega male who walked with slow, ginger steps. Leather pantfront sagging open to offer a glimpse of that slender Omega prick she loved so well—before he remembered there was a child present, and tucked it away. Cheeks flushed.

  “Run along, Delphi,” Renegade said, shooing the child from her nest. “Go find Giaus. Have the King feed you. Whatever you’d like, sweet.”

  When the child was gone, and the nest was filled with naught but satiated Omegas, Renegade tugged on her chains, and said, “Come. Tell me everything. Tell me why you’re having more success with my mate than I am. Did he ride you well?”

  Purring, eyes glassy and pupils blown wide, the Omega male offered a blissed out smile, in spite of the limp. “Quite.” Sickle stripped down to his skin. Revealing more than a few new fingerprints and several deep bruises. Reeking of Giaus, inside and out. “Must be difficult,” the little male answered, stretching arms high above his head. Shaking out tussled mane and cracking his neck. “To share you with the pack? His strength and fortitude are most impressive.”

  “Yes,” Renegade drawled, brow cocked. “What a noble sacrifice. A story for the fucking ages, that.”

  Sickle grinned, and it was a feral, reckless thing. “You wouldn’t understand, female.” He tangled his fingers in her mane, kissing her square on the lips. “She of many indulgent cocks.”