Rowen's Heat- An OmegaVerse Tale. Book 1. - Chapter 2: Chapter 2

My Arousal beats angrily at my gut as I near the tempting seduction of a woman kneeling by the lake side. Never have I felt the pull of Omega heat as keenly as I do now. Her aroma calls to Us. My Beast and I. Primal savagery floods my system, hardening my cock and I struggle to tame it. I am an old being of this earth and to live as long as I have, discipline is essential. Vital. I refuse to shame myself and allow my baser needs to take control.
I step forward, making myself visible. The woman --The Omega-- is already facing my direction, having somehow sensed my presence. I take in her appearance. She is of the original people of the land, before the time of my own half lineage, the invaders. My father's people are of some of the first inhabitants of this land, the Seiwe, and he, the Great Chief of The Seiwe Nation. They, who are the largest native nation of these lands, its original people. My mothers kin, The Pale Raiders, came as invaders to conquer the land and met against great resistance. After years of bloodly war and carnage, a peace was drawn. This was because my father stole Their Omega princess, mated, bonded, and bred her.
My father will tell you he stole my mother and demanded, as his right, her body, hand, and submission. My mother, though, will tell you a tale of how she made a great man work and sweat for every inch of her heart she possessed. Their love is spoken of in great tales of love and triumph till this day.
My father spoke of a great hunger and possession that came over him upon meeting my mother. That he became mad with lust and desire and the need to claim her was all consuming. It was just one look. One scent. One touch. His Beast demanded her pain, her pleasure. Yet needed her love and willing surrender. He said that, somehow, his Beast knew her to be his the moment he spied her alone, tending to the poor of her people. The wildness of her spirit, the humbleness of her being, called to him before ever hearing the song of her voice. The Great Mother had blessed him and he would die rather than squander such a blessing.
That thought brought me back to the woman before me. Like those of her kind, she was a creamy rich, deep mocha in color, with the strong body of a woman used to work. Thick thighs, amble hips, a curved waist with slightly rounded stomach make up a full figure woman sturdy enough to bear a worthy man's young.
She would take a hard pounding with no fear of breaking her. Lips sensually curved and plush and eyes the color of sparkling golden honey, she was alluring to me. Ravishing to my Beast.
Mine. The thought roars through me, a repetitive mantra. I feel the throb of my tribal tattoos, which mean they are glowing, illuminating where they were marked on my face and body. Hard desire clinches my gut once more, causing my cock to harden and balls to tighten. Cascading desire washes over me and I itch to touch her soft looking skin. I will devour her lush body, pound to bury my meat into her over and over til she satisfies my Beast with her submission and surrender. My mark will cover her body, bruise from my rigorous attentions and demands. The image of my seed painting her lips and skin almost causes me to cum like a green youth.
She is facing me with a look of stern defiance, ready to fight or flee. Heading on whatever comes her way. It makes my blood boil, the resistance I detect within her. My body heats just to think of how I am to later punish her for her behavior, how I will savor her screams and cries. Crouched in a defensive pose, the Omega does not welcome my intrusion.
You soon will, My Omega.
"State your business" comes a curt response. Straightforward, no nonsense. My Beast bristles, snarling at the lack of respect, of deference owed to his dynamic as Alpha. I find myself amused and all that more aroused, my interest more so peaked.
So used to the simpering and groveling of Court and backhandedness of Royal politics, it is surprisingly refreshing to meet one not fawning over titles and status. I hope her attitude remains so, for a challenge has not been had in some time. My Beast and I welcome the fight, for the surrender will be that much more sweater for it.
"It is dangerous, a lone Omega about with no protector" I say, taking a few more steps forward and away from the cover of trees. I find myself standing full height, proudly posturing my form for her perusal.
"Who would I be in danger of? I know every man and woman in this place" she retorts, lifting her chin high.
"A stranger then, the world is full of them" My steps have taken me feet from her and she is weary. She scruffles back, nudging the horse with her.
"So, you are a danger? For you are the only stranger here" She asks.
"I'll bring no harm to you" i decree.
"I am named Wolveryn, small one. I simply wished to impart a warning. One that should be wisely heeded" My tone dips slightly deeper with warning. And displeasure.
She risks herself unnecessarily, especially with an impending heat so near. Her mate should have her beneath him, secured away in a lavish Nest, tending to her needs. Foolish male. Now he will lose her, if one even exist. By the lack of smell, it appears that she is unmated. I will better tell once I get all those layers off, of course.
And when I fill my hands with her curves... A pleasure filled groan ends on a light growl. Her ripe body will overflow in my hands, a lush mouthful. A feast for a dying man.
Her shoulders stiffen and I curse under my breath. I don't want her fear. While my Beast soaks in her ripe emotions, I do my best to tread carefully. I intend to have her and it would do me no good to rut an fearful, unwilling partner.
A long dark green cape drags on the ground, obscuring her body and attempting to dilute the rich aroma wafting from her. It may help prevent any other predator from catching her tantalizing scent, but no Alpha as old or as strong as I could ever be fooled. Upon nearing, another wild essence tickles my nose.
Magic.
Little witch, you.
She smells of old magic. Healing magic of the earth. The Magic isn't overly strong, but the potential is there. Magic holders, especially earth or nature wielders, are thought of as being blessed by the Mother in Seiwe culture. These are good signs, proof of my blessing by The Mother's grace.
She jerks as if realizing something and her gaze shoots to the darkening sky. A panicked look enters her eyes before straightening and refocusing on me. Licking her lips, small hands grasp the labels of her cloak together, causing the material to hug closer to outlined curves.
"I must be on my way, darkness falls and well… I…. I must be going now" her hands are shaking I realize. The Heat is taking its toll. I will ease her soon. She jerks again, losing balance and stumbling, but manages to keep her footing. I make to step forward but her hand shoots out to stop. With restraint, I heed the request, not wishing to alarm her. The Mother is on my side for soon again she makes to move and falls to her knees, gritting her teeth as sweat tickles down her temple.
"You are in distress, small one. I wish to help" I say. Sounding more in control than I feel.
Breaking into stride, my steps take me nearer to her shrunken figure. I am now in front of the Omega and I kneel by her hunched form. I take a short second to gaze at the thick, dense black tresses secured in a high bun, knowing soon I will have it down around her head. Grasping her chin, I tilt her face up to meet my eyes. She is losing the battle and honey eyes are now filling in completely black. Her body trembles all over as she tries and fails to control her reactions. Sinking teeth into her bottom lip, her eyes begin to water while her breathing turns into pants.
My pheromones release in a thick blanket and I catch the moment it filters into her system. With heavy male satisfaction, I watch as her back arches painfully and a cry of desirous agony rings out. A burst of Heat explodes from her and I feel my canines rip out and my nails extract to sharp points. I feel the beginnings of a Rut coming on, the edge of my vision darkening and blurring
Mother, help me. I will have her.
Her dandelion, ginger, and lemon scent slam through my chest, knocking the air from my lungs. I release a growl, heavy of hunger and demand. No dynamic can fight the pull of their based nature, not completely or for long.
She moans and her trembling hands come up to both wrap around the wrist of my hand gripping her jaw.
"Stop" she whispers feverishly. "Don't do this...it… I… can't. Just.. Please." She struggles for words through the clouds of her mind. I slowly shake my head, though. There will be no falsehoods between us.
"No sweet one, I will have you" I reply simply. Possessively. There will be no doubt of my intentions. Before the nights end, she will know the pleasure of being owned and knotted by a true Alpha. My possession will know no end and I shall ravish her body, her soul. My cock will know all her holes and claim every one of them. I will serve her our combined essence,ensuring every drop is taken. Nothing wasted. She is MINE.
Her eyes widen briefly, flaring with shock, but just as quickly they lit with sudden fury. The sweet smell of her arousal tints with an edge of anger and my little Omega bites her nails painfully into the flesh of my wrist, despite the firm hold I have on her jaw. I tighten my grip when she makes a move to get away. I let out a growl, another deep snarl of a sound meant to incapacitate, and she whines a noise of raw need and desire. The cloak slides down her shoulders to reveal the bountifulness of her breast. They are luscious handfuls with diamond hard nipples stabbing through the fabric, needingly being rubbed against the arm I hold her with.
Her eyelids lowered at my growl, partly in submission and also in desire. But now they've reopened on me, brightly still flush with need. For a small moment the storm brewing in her eyes clear and a nervous vulnerability shown where just a second ago there was fury.
" You truly Insist on …..attending me?" She whispers raggedly. Quietly. Painfully, as if the words were torn from her chest. Her heart.
"Why? Surely you can't want… I mean what could you want…?" She clamps her lips shut immediately, her shoulders slumping in confusion.
"I not only wish, I demand so, sweet Omega" I answer. My tone raw and firm. My beauty, so ignorant of her draw. Her allure. That shall change. It could never be said I was a cruel man or master. I was fair and loyal. But my appetites were strong, demanding, and raw. I would be hard on her soft body and take her long and rough. She is mine, though, and I will also see to her care. Her pleasure.
" I will take you, Omega… And I shall take you hard. Fuck you hard. I will savor your ripe, sweet body long and deep; Plow my cock into your sweet, tight slit. You, lush one, will be defiled in my seed and covered with my claim" my chest is heaving as I make my declaration. Control is slipping rapidly, making my need stronger and my attention less focused.
Her wide eyes continue to stare. Silence stretches and only the sound of our heavy breathing fills the night air. After a short moment the woman swallows, then nods with resignation hesitantly surfacing on her expression.
As if clarification is needed, she again asks. "You truly insist on…. Having me, though?" It's a light whisper in the air.
She bites the fullness of her bottom lip once more and I drop down abruptly, startling the Omega. I fall to my knees before her yet she must still look up to meet my face. I transfer my hand from her jaw to curl it around the back of her neck in a rough hold. I take her mouth then, pulling that abused lip between my own. I suck at it, then sweep my tongue roughly across before taking her whole mouth in a wet, hungry kiss of strong pulls and plunging tongue.
She ignites under me. Her body bows and back arches, needy sounds and whimpers erupt from deep within her throat. Small hands desperately grab at me, not knowing to pull me near or away. To touch me or rub against me, her need is so great.
Vaguely I realise the moon has risen and the world around us is now shrouded in darkness. It is dangerous to have my Omega exposed in such a way, especially with estrous beginning. Any Alpha could come upon us and challenge me for the right to her Heat and I would have to bloody my hands in her honor. While I have no problem doing so, my time is best spent pleasuring the woman in my arms and seeing to her needs. Already she is hurting with the need for release, her cries have become more desperate, more on edge.
Pulling from the delicious cavern of her mouth, I press her against me using my grasp on the back of her neck. Chest heaving, the woman stares at me with blown pupils, glossy eyes, and body trembling in need. The hand at her neck moves to bury in her hair, while the other travels the length of her back to her buttocks. I pull her head back so she is arching into my body and directly meets my eyes.
"Give me your name, my beauty. I would know who The Mother has blessed me with" I command soothingly.
Long eyelashes flutter around beautiful blown pupils and I can not help but admire how wonderful the feel of her supple breast are pressed against me in this position. She is no young girl with curves of a new, blossoming maiden but a woman. Ripe, full, and ready for the demands of her Alpha. Built to handle my domination. Able to take my hard cock.
I grasp a globe of her luscious ass, kneading the flesh and pulling one apart from the other. My Chest rumbles at the gasping moan that tumbles from her lips as she arches harder into me, trembling that much harder. Stubborn defiance lingers in her honey eyes, a small part still holding out against my dominance. That won't do. I tighten my hold in her hair. Dropping the delicate globe, I apply a hard, resounding swat on her fleshy cheek. When she attempts to wiggle away, I repeat the action thrice fold, each landing harder than the last.
"Speak" is my mild bark.
"Rowen" she replies on a wild cry.
Rowen is MINE.