Rowen's Heat- An OmegaVerse Tale. Book 1. - Chapter 9: Chapter 9

Rowen
I scream. Like as if by the snap of a whip, I give a full-bodied convulsive spasm. A starburst of white hot heat explodes behind my eye lids and the orbs roll into the back of my sockets. My trembling body is rocked by short convulsions that pulse in jerks to my meeting cries. Wolveryn remains ensnared within my tight sheath, maintaining his marking bit to my shoulder while slowly starting a steady pump of hips where his is cock is strangled within me.
I will my body to relax, to calm, and brace myself as I grow a custom to his girth. My heart slams against my ribs and I tremble with the finality of his actions. Mated. Bonded. He has Bonded me, connecting us through eternity. Why? What could he think to gain with such an action?
Reminiscent of a rose, the connection within blossoms deep, yet thoroughly, amidst my own twinkling essence. Like a tether sunk heavy on an anchor, the cord binds strong and resolute between two fractions. It pulses in time with the throb of my Alphas fearsome cock. I stutter a breath and hold it, basking in the sensation of our shared pleasure before slowly releasing the air. Wolveryns pleasure is mine, and I his. Like a window opening to the cleansing of air stale, a welcoming breeze flows through and I'm rocked by a shiver so great I feel it to the tips of my hair. The beat of his heart, the air through his lungs, his pumping blood; it all sings to me. For me. With me. For a moment I am struck at the wonder of it. The glory of our synchronicity.
Thrill. Excitement. Joy. Tenderness. Possession. My mind feels like a bubbling tankard of mead. I'm awash in a heady sensation of otherness. The emptiness of my being now grows full and overflowing with a dizzying array of unique and moving colors, sounds, and even textures.
"Rowen" He groans, unlatching from my skin long enough to make the noise, before bending to sniff at the wound. A swirling sensation of deep seated pleasure and pride sear through me, elation a streaming current of feeling swimming through my thoughts. No, not my thoughts, his. Within the depths of my mind, Wolveryn is there. A heavy, imposing, yet soothing presence that embraces me. It is strong, with the warmth of a lover. Protector. The frayed edges of my panic and fear are smoothed over, Wolveryn washes through and around, bringing reassurance to my startled and mildly frantic end of the bond.
"I am pleased, my Omega" He murmurs, his voice the crushed sound of boulders. I am shaken, the girth of his cock half lodged within me. Squirts of cum dribble from his member, lubricating his entry substantially and streaming down to blend with the mix of our fluids coating his sack and running down the slick of my swollen lips and inner thighs. His movements stilled upon his swift entry but he now begins a rocking that nearly slips him out before pressing him yet forward to gain more inches in my tight passage. I am stuffed yet clinch, greedy for more, hungry and aching. A groan, pained and louder, drags from his chest at my action. I moan loudly when I feel him stiffen then release a heavy load within.
"Why, why have you bonded me?" I gasp, shuddering from his following sharp, forward thrust. I gasp then again when Wolveryn makes to withdraw, a slow yet steady pulling his cock from my depths. His massive hand wraps the back of my nap in a firm hold and presses me to the ground, my cheek nestling in the furs so my back deeply arches and brings my breast to touch the ground as well. My amble bottom hangs high within the air and I peer back to observe him as he watches the slow withdrawal of his cock from my puckered flesh.
Pleasure, raw and primal, burst behind my eyelids, hotly followed on its heels by stark possession. Wolveryn end of the bond is soaked in utter satisfaction as he takes in the view of our flesh separating, our mingled fluids dressing my engorged and throbbing exposed flesh.
"Why?" He grates, bending to drag a scorching tongue through the folds of slippery wet nether lips and up between the crease of my lush globes, sawing his tongue into the wrinkled hole on a rough growl when I give an anguished cry from his ministrations. Wolveryn greedily slurps and I become dizzy from the onslaught of pounding ecstasy roaring from the bond.
Trembling stomach muscles grip tightly, tiny teeth dig into the swell of a bruised lower lip. My brows come together in an expression of both confusion and delicious pain.
"Yes, Why? Why, when you could have any other? You know nothing of me!" The last word is a pained cry of declaration from the blow of Wolveryns hand in reprimand, his massive, callous palm then moving to rub the throbbing globe of my bottom in a soothing gesture.
"Hmm" comes his purr, a deep sound rumbling from the cavern of his chest. I give a startled yelp when I feel the cool touch of a wet fabric gently wipe away at the remaining mess of our intimacy.
" I will not hear of these complaints. You are a treasure, Rowen" Wolveryn begins, the strong grip at my nap pulling me upright so that my sweat slick back is now pressed firmly to the wall of his chest. I shudder at the feel of his continued touch between my legs.
". . A blessing from the mother. One she saw fit to gift before me as reward for my loyal service in her name" Seemingly satisfied, the Alpha removes his hand to toss aside the rag being used and I watch as it skillfully lands on one of the large barrels containing chill water for cleaning or drink.
A little stupefied, I look over my shoulder and up into the face of my ferocious mate, robbed for words. Mate. Mate. Yes, as unreal as it feels, this man, this great Alpha, has mated me. Bonded me. For life. I have no words for the reeling thoughts clamoring through my head.
"A Blessing?" I repeat, still staring. He is monstrous, a massive mountain of beastly man. Wolveryn looks down to lock eyes with my own. A black talon-like clawed nail reaches up to glide across the apple of my cheek. His fathomless gaze remains glued to my own as he continues down my collar bone to skim the top swells of my breast. The scrap of his nail draws swirls against my flesh and I swallow, a shiver racking across my skin. I search his expression, curious at his reasons.
"You wish for this, truly?" I hear myself whisper. "It is just. . It is just all so sudden. I did not think you to want me in such a way.
"oh, did you not little one? Such assumptions" A hearty rumble from his chest. I bristle, slightly affronted to be laughed at.
"I fail to see the humor in my confusion, Wolveryn" I scowl. Suddenly feeling vulnerable, I lower my eyes to look in interest at the space by his ear. "I assumed you would sate your desires through my Heat, then part ways with fond memories" My shoulders
"Sweet Rowen, in this you have thought wrong. You are mine." Wolveryn claims hotly. "I have been steadfast with my intentions from the beginning. You need only ask and know my thoughts, sweet one"
"Yes, well" I swallow thickly ". . .You may come to regret such an. . . Impulse"
My throat is dry with the words spoken aloud. But he simply remains staring, the claw of his hand moving down to the point of my breast, a gush of air escaping in a rush of thrill when he swats one breast. He then pinches the nub between his fingers and pulls, stretching it until the globe hangs suspended by his touch. A whine breaks from deep, the sweet pain of the hold increased by the weight of my bountiful flesh bobbing before me.
"You do not hear me, My Omega Wolveryn declares plain and simply.
. . .My greatest regret would only be. . . in no action at all"
Pleasure, warmth, and acceptance surge forth, filling the gnawing empty I had not fully realized was there until this moment. Three years I have been alone, my fathers death a hollow ache of loss I tried never to focus too strongly on before. With my mother having died in childbirth, I have only ever known the endless, fulfilling love of a doting father. And while he taught me much in all the time we had together, I now understand with great depth why my father longed so painfully for my mother in her absence. Why, in the end, great peace befell him in knowing he was to rejoin his mate forever in the beyond.
Tears prick at my eyes and I want nothing more than to pause so that I may absorb the perfectness of this moment. The rightness. Desire and passion are a roaring presence within and throughout my being- but it's more than that. The feeling of belongingness settles comfortably in my spirit. My nature is such that I crave the companionship of a mate. The fulfillment that family can only provide. While it may not be what others seek, for myself it is all I have ever longed for. And while I may not be sure of Wolveryns reasons in choosing me for this role, I will not waste my time in regret or doubt. As in most aspects of my life, I will trust that The Great Mother has set me on the path she deems right for me. Whatever trials await me, i am prepared to face them head on and pray that my Alpha is truly the one meant to complete my soul. Only time will tell the measure of the man i now call mate.
Determined to start fresh anew, I arch into his embrace and release my purr of happiness. The bond is strong and vibrant and I allow the essence of my joy to ripple through the tether so Wolveryn may know my heart in this. The hand at my breast clasp it suddenly with a firm squeeze and Wolveryn makes a noise of pure pleasure from deep within.
"My Rowen. . ?" He inhales sharply in question. I meld my form to him completely, swamping the Bond in my submission, my acceptance. My own delicate rumble is released before turning my cheek to a pectoral and nuzzling cushioned muscle there. This can work; we can work. This new path scares me, but I will proudly see it through; wherever it takes me. I owe myself this chance at life. Between the two of us there is a common respect; a twin truth. It is not just the Bond, although its potency is staggering. No, there is a connection of values our souls share and speak in tune. Wolveryn may have chosen me, but there is no mistake- He is my Alpha. That is because I choose him. I make sure that all is translated through our bond with conviction and confidence.
Wolveryn jerks as if struck- racking forcefully with a hard shiver. A groan sounds achingly throughout his chest "Thank you, my sweet one. You honor me with your faith and acceptance" Wolveryn proclaims almost regally.
He takes his hand from my breast to grip the sweaty flesh of my hip as lines his shaft at my opening. Arched as I am, he has only to move forward to enter the welcome of my body. My heart drums madly when he withdraws from my breast to mantle my neck and pin me to the floor in a rough move. His whole being vibrates with thick tension and pulsating hunger as he begins to push the girth of his cock into the hold of my pussy. He is so large as he pushes forward, I Whimper. Apprehension and urgency clawing at my gut.
"Do you accept my claim as your Alpha, my Rowen?" He growls, his breaths heavy and snarling, the noises from his chest like ferocious beast fighting in the night.
"Yes, Alpha, I -"
My words are cut short when Wolveryn stiffens, then withdraws completely and bursts with a violent howl of rage. I scramble forward and whip around to face my Alpha, unprepared for the sudden action.
"Intruder!" He roars, his face up sniffing the air and eyes set to a killing glare. Suffocating in rage, he paces the length of my nest, breathing great breaths with a fixed snarl across his features. Another howl is released, this one just as ferocious as the first. He turns my way and quickly comes before me where I am then hustled to my back on the ground.
"Wolveryn! What is this-"
Wolveryn buries his nose in my neck, licking the bit at my shoulder, nipping his teeth across my chest and sucking a nipple roughly before releasing it with a final drag of his tongue. With a moan I arch at his attentions, but give a whine and a gentle nudge to gain his attention.
"What has happened, Wolveryn? Why are you upset. . . Why have you stopped our mating?" I ask thickly but with force. His eyes are wild, wild in a way that has nothing to do with a Mating rage. Have I done something wrong? He seemed content but a moment ago - my racing thoughts cannot think what could have happened in that time to upset him so.
"Another prowls these grounds, in trespass" He growls, anger bulking him greater in mass.
A howl is heard then, loud and clear in the quiet of the night. The sound is not as strong or as grand as my Alphas - but is a threat nonetheless. A challenger.
"Fool! He will Die" Comes Wolveryns seething remark.
His body remains blanketed over me and catch his face in my hands. "Please, be careful" I plead. "I do not wish to lose you when I have only just found you" Unease and the first trindles of fear begin to unfurl in my stomach. He is a strong Alpha, Wolveryn. I do not doubt My mate has the strength to be victorious, but I feel queasy at the thought of him in pain or hurt. In addition, challenging Alphas can be notoriously unpredictable in their effort to have and claim a breeding Omega. I want no other now that I am all but bonded to this wonder of an Alpha.
He rumbles with the thunder of a pleasure filled purr at my words and my body absorbs the action with readiness as he echoes his fierce protection through our bond.
"My sweet Omega'' He rasps, dipping his hips to grind into mine and rub the hardened shaft of his cock against my tender folds. I let out a small gasp and allowed my knees to fall open for his intrusion. My fingers grasp the tangle of his hair and I offer my lips- which he takes greedily. He breaks our kiss and stands, racking his eyes over my submissive form, sweaty and glistening with our combined essence. Cock suddenly in hand, Wolveryn strokes the flesh roughly, strangling the organ in his fist as he pumps.
"I must go - but only to secure what is mine" comes another heavy growl from deep."I have not banded you to my satisfaction - another slight against me he shall pay for in blood" He proclaims angrily. Grabbing my hair, I am jerked to my knees before his mad stroking fist and he bends slightly at his knees to line level with my face. His strokes are brutal yet efficient and instinct has my mouth opening and eyes fastened to his as he groans and releases a load of cum across my face.
Semen lashes my cheeks and mouth, spraying in my hair secured in his fist and finally in my waiting mouth. He slaps his cock on my cheeks and rubs his essence into my lips, pushing briefly into my mouth and squeezing the last of his cum into my throat. I gag, his rough thrusting lodging his massive cock down my throat so my nose presses to his abdomen and drool starts to drip down my chin as I struggle for air.
"Yess, drink it all, sweet Rowen. Let there be no doubt of your possession. . ." He hisses mean and low, the Rut driving his beast to mark and mark brutally.
Cum spills down my neck and breast, dripping from my nipples and the while I have flooded the floor in my Slick. I erupt in whimpers and moans - his vicious handling draws desirous whine deep from within me and I give a great gasp when I am released to obtain precious air.
". . No doubt to who has claimed you"
"Yes. oh, Alpha.." I moan, almost delirious on desire.
Cupping the back of my neck, Wolveryn swiftly hauls me to stand. With a snarl, he swoops to take my lips in a blistering kiss. HIs tongue thrust in strong and fierce, plundering the depths before pulling back to nip my lips.
"You are to remain in the nest where I know you are safe, Rowen, do you understand?"
He waits for my nod of consent. A purr is released and Wolverns eyes glisten darkly in warning.
"Disobey me in this and I will see you punished, My Omega"
With that dark promise, Wolveryn is gone.
I stay in the nest as sworn, but my nerves fly high as I begin to hear the snarls and barks of battle outside my home. But. .
Who would dare trespass upon my home this night?
"Oh, this is a pleasure I have long dreamed of taking, Rowen girl"
I'm startled in gripping terror and whip around to face the familiar voice so out of place in my Nest. The voice comes from behind a grouping of massive chests used for storage - they are surrounded by the large barrels housing various nesting necessities. A figure appears from the space, rising from a prowling crouch to stand in presentation. Cruel features twist with mal-intention on a face all to, and unwelcomingly so, familiar. I grimace in displeasure at the revolting smell of the Alpha Lord who should have been long dead -executed. Having stood before the throne for crimes against the Crown and treason. The town's ex lordships greasy aroma of mead and yeast churn my stomach as it has always prone to do and I make no attempt disguising my utter revulsion. Swine.
"Lord Hammel? how. . how are you here? And in my home!" I demand angrily. Surprise and panic rise. Where is Wolveryn? And how did he surpass her Alpha?
Laughing meanly, the disgraced Lord saunters forward, his eyes greedy and wild with lust.
"Foolish woman. I have always known of you, Breeder. And now, you come with me"