Rowen's Heat- An OmegaVerse Tale. Book 1. - Chapter 5: Chapter 5

Wolveryn
It seems my Omega wishes to play.
Returning to the hearth, my black clawed hands carrying a few various items, I discover Rowen has disappeared from her place near the fire. Strangely enough, I find the air... different. Changed. Before my eyes are twinkles of light, like sparks of fireflies moving through the air. An energy hums throughout, almost so tangent to be touched. Confusion flurries through my mind before I am, for yet another time this night, struck with surprise by a realization.
She's initiated The Chase.
I take a great inhale, the expanse of my chest widening with the action. Drawing in the many scents and aromas around me, I find the smell of her arousal, her slick and excitement a thick blanket wafting the air like a tease to my senses. Slowly, I grin. My beast rumbles a sound of lictious pleasure.
As with the passing of time, there have been many a customs to have been forgotten, never to be rebirthed. Their time fleeting along with their necessity or purpose. For this very reason, My people keep every known historical count of our customs, trials, shapings, and happenings carefully catalogued. This is not to say things have not been missed or forgotten, only that so very little has.
The Book of Omega is amongst one of our most sacred texts. A highly coveted, treasured piece of literature at first thought of as nothing more than a women's indulgence. Though my people are a more forward and liberal society in thinking than most in regards to the rights of women's, we were still guilty of great insensitivity and indifference to our Omegas once upon a time. Like any progressive society, ingenuity and innovation pushed us to change and right wrongs and injustices along the way.
Among our text is a reference to Omegas The Chase. Although often initiated by the Omega, The Chase most often can ve primarily recognized by the male. For reasons unknown, the Omega struggles to realize she is voicing a call to True Mate. True Mating is a rare occurrence between pairs and is not something many walk into lightheartedly. Or walk into at all. The Chase is said to be the first major indicator that a True Mating is forming.
However, even with this being the case, many can and have entered into this state while simply at the height of Rut or Heat. And it's not so uncommon that some may have indulged in the The Chase due only by the instinctual trigger. With all said, it is still extremely rare an occurrence. Whether by instinct or play, once The Chase is triggered, and should both parties be aware, the chances of a True Mating must be taken seriously.
I am an old being of this earth. Very Old. Yet In all my time, I have never danced the steps of The Chase. Not once. Never have I even come close. I am one of the few strongest of my people and even amongst us, to never have danced with the years I have behind me, is not often heard of. It is a curious thing I have thought of often and time enough. Still, I never have been bothered by this truth. I knew, should I ever dance, I would soar.
What I did not anticipate, however, is the primal consumption of desire and blinding need that would rip apart my chest with vicious claws. Heat surfuses up my neck and chest while a roar of deafening portions tear from my belly. An almost manic compulsion to hunt ensues. To prowl. It drums under my skin and anxious trimmers beat demands down upon my back like iron mallets.
A keen sharpness narrows my focus. It is painfully bright. Smells attack my senses, sound on an accelerated level, rain down. I heave heavily every breath taken, shaken momentarily by the blinding and deafening white noise. My fist clench open and close while I blink rapidly to clear my eyes. The ferocious beating of my heart floods my bloodstream in adrenaline.
So this is The Chase.
My mind clouds like black thunder and Rowen's heart shaped face appears before my mind's eye.
Punish. Claim. Submission
Deep from within my chest a laugh so maniacal escapes, I feel a craziness splinter through my thoughts. I bite my tongue as the image of Rowen's lush body roped and tied down for my every whim vividly blossoms in my mind. My every painful punishment. My every pleasure. Already stiff, my hard cock tightens like steel, the discomfort helping to uncloud my mind minutely. Swallowing the blood made by the stab of canines into my tongue, the warm bowl of water falls with a loud bang onto the table's surface from my hands.
Falling into a crouch, silver cast over my eyes as I sprint out the back door.
Come, my Omega. Let us play.
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Rowen
I'm struck with a shiver of blatant, sexual wantonness. My skin shimmers with a combination of springs cool air, it's touch a staggering sensation. Together, that and the mighty bellow of a hungered Alpha's appetite thundering across the midnight, sky create a potent aphrodisiac. I absently note, although late in the night, Wolveryn stalks swiftly in search of me where I am positioned, hidden, in the growth of the garden.
What is this?
The question is a litany of confusion and wonderment chanted throughout my body.
What IS this?
My garden is small, but that is in comparison to the greatness of my neighbors. I grow a variety of plants and herbs. There are large trees and bushes, even stalks and vined plants that climb high and twine up and around specifically arranged fences and grounded staffs. It is a very healthy and proud piece of earth but now I wish more than ever there was just... more.
The chill of the night breeze tickles the moisture on my skin and I flush hot then cold again. My burning Heat duels with the briskness of cool air and give myself a full bodied shake as I prowl, in all my naked glory, unashamed to a hidden spot under the cover of my two massive Seymour trees.
"My Omega"
I startle at the sound. It's whispered, almost unheard. Seemingly unreal. Goosebumps ride down my back as I take cover in a large circle of vines that have vined thickly between the two trees, around a grouping of bushes at its base, and trailed high up to almost touch the top. Its created an almost secret opening that leads to the base of the tree where I can squat and peer outwards.
Twigs snap loudly under my foot and across the garden I see my Alpha gaining ground in my direction. He is a blur of movement that shocks me into action. My heart jumps to my throat and I take off in a sprint of speed toward my little shed. I slide in quickly, another breathy laugh escaping as I watch the shadow of his muscular form lighty land on the half glass roof.
"Rowen" I hear growled into the wind.
I clinch. Hard. A whine of pain is torn from me at the absolute dark, inky black raw hunger ripped from his depths. A stark promise of pain. Of torture. Of limitless pleasure.
Panting, I pull a false latch right as Wolveryn burst through the opening of the roof.
"Witch!" He growls, his hand swiping air as he is landing in the space I occupied moments ago with a loud thud. It is too small a hole for such a large man to tunnel through and my heart pounds wildly as I make a quick retreat back in the direction of my home, my beast laughing in excited glee at his mangled attempt. Just a few yards short of my goal, I'm caught short as Wolveryns towering form slams shut the door to my escape. I stagger backward, falling back a little and steading myself when my hands fly behind me to halt my movements. I stare up at him in awe as his rippled, muscular physique looms over, casting a haunting shadow of male beauty across me.
A smile wicked with promise
"Bad. Girl"
Each word is clipped, the words bit off. His fist opens and closes repeatedly, the black nails flashing with each movement. Wolveryns canines are now so fully extended there is difficulty fully closing the jaw. The bones of his face have taken on a more hard, angular appearance. His features more stark, sharp, and wickedly cast in shadow. Wolveryns eyes are a molten silver. Deep endless pools of riveting molten liquid. I take a sharp inhale at the silver metallic cast that flashes across them, almost seeming to be a trick of light.
"Alpha"
The word trembles from my lips. A whisper. A longing. An ache. My wet thighs are squeezed together, the desire so strong I do not bother restraining the rock my hips make toward him. Suddenly dry, my tongue sweeps moisture across chapped lips. Not One thing is missed. His hungry eyes take in every detail. Every action, big or small. My soul aflame, a high kneeing sound is released when, deliberately, Wolveryn releases a heady blast of Alpha Pheromones into the midnight air. A cry surges from me and I'm shook to the core. Like a lash, my body convulses from the decadent power that the aroma flooding through my every pore ignites.
By The Mother!
I silently wail. Rising to my knees, I arch my back and feel the bounce of my breasts as they thrust forward. My diamond hard nipples stand erect and the whisper of a cool breeze, again, tickles them to a throbbing pulse. My arms rise behind my head to tangle in my hair as I gasp, fighting for control. For strength.
Up and upon my knees before the Alpha, I proudly pose in display for his eyes. Stretching the length of my torso and casting him a look beneath my lashes, I allow my neck to arch in presentation while I face my head to the side. Almost resting my chin on my shoulder. Submission. Surrender.
"Do you feel it, my pretty Omega?"
Wolveryns voice is wholly contorted. His beast taken front seat and each word ripped from his throat. I shiver, shakenly realizing I am witnessing an Alpha in full Rut. Chrome casted black eyes survey my stance, seemingly trying to decide if it is found lacking. Fear mingles with anxiety. Lust clashes with desire. My beast though, crazy that she is, remains unsatisfied. Her submission still has not been won. Her Heat still has not been tempered.
"Your Alpha speaks, My beauty. Do you not hear?"
The question is asked almost enduringly. Alongside his words, A wide, wolfish grin marks his face. He raises a single brow, almost a dare to challenge. Instinct Would dictate that I tread with caution. Rut. My fathers tales coast along the shores of my memories, a cautionary presence in the back of my mind. But it seems even my own instincts can not be denied.
Whisper soft and deadly fast, Wolveryns hand shoots out to capture my throat in his grip. Gasping, I drop my hands from my hair and circle his thick wrist. The hold is gentle yet firm, and I shiver as the pad of one finger smooths my jaw. I nip his finger when it trails over my lips, then make to pull away at the retightening of his hold.
A rumble is made, a deep barrel of sound, then I'm lifted as he swiftly comes in for a ravenous kiss that scorches my lips. I thrash after a short moment, the demand of Heat long past ready. I attempt to withdraw my mouth for air, need and lust demanding, when my cry of startlemeant rings.
Swat.
I hiss, locking my eyes to him in surprise, my hand rubbing the sting on my bottom.
"Now we play, little beauty"
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Suddenly i'm heaved up and tossed across his shoulder. I shriek, unprepared for the swift and startling movement.
"Ahh! You fiend! Let me down!" I cry, all at once noticing the reality of his height at this position and the change in my voice.
"But my beauty.." Comes the deep barrels of his voice. I spasm, both in excitement and weariness. There is a halt, then a deep inhale followed by a rough sound from his throat.
"... I thought you wished to play?" He finishes, stomping to the door and throwing it open.
There is a tinge of amusement in the question. And a wealth of frustration.
Blood rushes forward as I bounce along his mighty shoulder. One long, muscled arm is clamped across the thick back of my thighs to keep me pinned. I brace both my hands on his back to lift my upper body, helping to return proper circulation to my brain. With a curled fist I pound the hard muscle of his back.
"Put me down, Wolveryn" I demand. I'm Ignored as the door is shut and bolted behind us. I wiggle, then buck as I try to throw myself off him. I've grown fighty and even claw the expanse of his back, drawing a sound from him. My hips knock the side of his face roughly then, none to gently, I come down bite right above the round curve of one stong buttocks. I feel no small once of pleasure when I am rewarded with a roar as I grip both firm globes in the razer point nails of my grasp and give a wicked chuckle.
" Why, I do believe your right, my Alpha. Let us play s---" I snidely begin with a grin.
Swat!Swat!Swat!
"AHHH!" I scream. The hot blister to my ass has me trying to reach back to soothe it. He jolts me roughly to throw me unbalanced, this way I must hold his back instead of soothing the sting my bottom.
" You ASS! Why y--!"
Swat!Swat!Swat!
I now wither and thrash, bucking violently in anger. He spanks me! Like a Child! Even in Heat, I'll have no man ridicule me in such a way! I hiss and this seems to only encourage more corporal punishment as my bottom is serviced four more times. Once on each cheek and across my fleshy thigh.
"No! Stop, it hurts you assho--!"
"No, my beauty. I warned if you'd be ready to accept my punishment in face of your evasiveness and games" Wolveryn chides.
The world tilts as I'm swung and placed, a little jarringly, to my feet. Once grounded I steady myself from the spinning correction before going in for the attack. Surprise jumps across his features but he's swift, snapping his arm out like a snake and manckling my throat back in his grasp. I continue to hiss and swipe at him, clawing at the wrist that holds me and drawing thin rivets blood.
Wolveryn stalks forward through the entire show, forcing me backwards with each step. Suddenly his face is before mine and I tense at the still look upon his face. After a pause, I brace myself, building up to have a go at him once more.
"Cease" he barks.
And I do.
Adjusting the hold on my neck, he pushes my face into the table. In my moment of struggle, I neglected to realize Wolveryn had maneuvered us toward the kitchen table, the closest surface upon entering from the back door. Heavy panting breaths escape me as I'm firmly pressed onto the surface, the iron grasp of his hold barring all encouragement to move or speak.
My thick hair is roughly secured in a bun. With all my vigorous activities through tonight, numerous trendles have escaped and my head is an explosion of tight curls stringing to and fro as my tie struggles to contain the mass. My head is yanked back as the leather cord is snatched from my hair.
"Ouch!" Comes my yelp. I squirm, the pain seeming to snap me from my spell. A low growl moves through me and I revv up to renew my struggles.
" My beauty, my little Omega. I see you enjoy my frustrations" The words are said deeply, causing aches to hurtle through my core.
"You enjoy teasing your Alpha '' A large palm smooths down the slope of my back, gliding over the curve of my bottom where it pauses to knead the fleshy globes roughly. I rise to my toes at the painful action, trying to push into the sensation while similarly attempting to soothe the hurt. I concave my spine as his hand returns travel back the way it came, kneading the muscles as he passes them.
"Alpha" I whimper. My heart thunders in my chest and I arch even further into the stimulating caress, the earlier rebellion slowly fading with the replacement of pleasure. Wolveryn repeats this action, impressing further pressure into tense muscles. Slowly. Languishingly. Again. And again.
"....To sample him your taste, only to deny him more. So cruel, my Omega is.."
I've grown lacks, a heady rumble engines away through me. My beast seems to purr.
A tug takes me back into the mome? nt and I feel resistance ywhere he has secured my wrist tightly with the strong leather of my tie.
"What..?" I begin. The words slur slightly. My mind is a cloudy mess but urgent alarm is quickly rising as I attempt to look behind to see his ministrations. I'm held down more secure by the neck and my alarm flares higher.
"...... Yes, so cruel my beauty is. So she will be punished for her cruelty.."
I gasp with a start, a small tremble rippling over me. "Wolveryn, please. I.."
"No"
Nothing more. Just No.
I then tense, all at once realizing the vulnerability of my position. Bared and spread. Open for whatever attention he deems fit.
A loud crack sounds like thunder. I scream, fighting the hold as his hand comes across my bottom swift and without mercy. His blows land very precisely. Each lands right at the space connecting to my thigh or to the round sloping curve of my cheek.
"Alpha! Wolveryn! Please, stop!" No noise is had but the sound of my begging and the rendering of flesh meeting flesh. Four, six, ten hard, painful swats stain my bottom. I dance on my toes, crying at first for mercy. Then curses fall from me.
"You fiend! Bastard! Stop! It hurts!" I cry, The heat burning flaming hot.
"Rowen, my Omega.. You will learn your place.."
His feet pad lightly as he stations to the side of me. I turn to see the hard, throbbing steel of his cock pointed toward my face. The leather tying my wrist are still pressed to the kiss of my back by his tight hold and my hair is grabbed and head yanked back to meet his eyes. He grips his cock and steps forward, rubbing the mushroomed tip over the flare of my bottom lip and painting it in wet seed.
"....First one your knees, then on your back. But always..."
With a tight jerk, my head is further arched.
"....and most importantly.."
I gag loudly as his cock is thrust roughly into my throat. Tears spring to my eyes and I am forced to inhale suddenly, and desperately, through my nose.
"..on my cock"