Fit for a Queen - Part 2

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With her heat in such full possession of her senses, Lena slept very little towards the end of the night and rose with the sun to sponge between her legs, dab scented oil on her wrists, and braid her hair in a long plait. In spite of the hours of mating she shared with Kara, she was still feeling shy in her attraction and sought to remedy that by making herself presentable.

At dawn, the servants came to kindle the embers in the hearth and to leave warm bread from the kitchen ovens. They brought trays of fresh figs dipped in the honey of the season and oats poured with cream. Two maids helped Lena to dress in the most fragile gown of moonsilk, which was soft and made her look more delicate than a winged creature.

As the servants departed, Lena lifted the box of breeding trinkets from the oak table at the corner of the bedroom. She peered back at her companion, who was strewn across the bed with an arm tucked over her head to block out the light. Kara wore a thick coverlet around her waist, giving her the semblance of one of the immortals of the pantheon who were posed thus in romantic portraits.

Lena smiled at her sleeping hero and wandered away. Nervous tingles went through her fingertips as she opened the trinket box and set aside the paddle to take out other new treasures. She perused each in kind, unfamiliar with their uses and eager to learn. A talisman of teardrop jewels filled a velvet pouch and the long strands hung from her palms.

After placing the pouch aside, Lena reached for a soft leather fertility belt that was fitted with a piece for an omega’s cunt. Thin straps at the bottom would hold a phallus or a knot-shaped instrument inside of her. She could only guess at the purpose of most of the other belongings, the assortment of talismans, and phials of liquid that could do much to improve eroticism.

Once satisfied in her curiosities, Lena placed a strand of the jewels about her neck and prettied herself out of a self-conscious need to please. Her natural blush and beauty seemed inadequate with Kara so near to her.

With a polished mirror in hand, Lena failed to note the precise moment that the alpha awakened, but the pheromones reached her first.

“After a full day of training, my muscles often feel less worked than they do right now,” Kara chuckled and leaned forward to kiss Lena’s neck in greeting.

“Perhaps you should give up the sword, then, and commit your days to breeding.” Lena surprised herself by uttering her bold suggestion and averted her eyes before she could glimpse Kara’s reaction to it.

“Sweet though that offer may be, I would never lay down my sword when most of all I want to protect you.” Kara’s quick whisper held enough pride for Lena to raise her eyes and she found Kara peering down at her in the looking glass. “Perhaps you would derive a different pleasure from witnessing how hard I practice to serve you. I insist you observe my efforts once we’ve eaten.”

The lilt to Kara’s voice alluded to other hungers, and Lena experienced a fascinating heat between her thighs when the alpha’s eyes roamed to the crux of her legs.

Kara could not glimpse the honey that coated her intimate lips, though Lena imagined she must have smelled it.

The fabric wrapped tightly on Kara’s slim hips couldn’t conceal the jut of her excitement and Lena pressed a single fingertip against it. “What about a private lesson first?”

Kara appeared to blush from her assessment and straightened to full height in order to posture. “You will need to be appropriately prepared. I see you’ve discovered the perfect apparatus to help us along.”

The lack of fanfare by which Kara moved to gather the fertility belt garnered all of Lena’s respect and curiosity. She deferred to her alpha, blinking coyly at the authoritative way Kara selected several blunt instruments of different sizes only to select one which neither intimidated nor disappointed the omega within Lena.

“It would please me greatly if you were to wear this today. It will ready you for more intense breeding this evening.”

Kara’s confidence was tempered only by the bashful hue of her complexion, and she affixed the short, thick instrument that looked remarkably knot-like in appearance. What it lacked in length it more than made up for in girth, and Kara selected one of the vials of oil to slicken it considerably.

Kara put out her hand and Lena slipped her own into it delicately. She waited in meek silence for Kara to raise up her skirts and lay her out on the bed to slide down her small clothes. Once the fabric stripped away, Kara bent between her knees to part the little glistening lips of her cunt. Opening them with forefinger and thumb, Kara rubbed into the aperture of Lena’s sex and soothed her inner places through touch.

“You are even more aroused this morning,” Kara whispered in awe and admired the silkiness on her fingers that came from inside of Lena. “Your heat may make you feel new urges for the next fortnight. I hope you will confide them all in me.”

“I have gone into heat before,” Lena uttered with the lightest smile upon her lips, which flickered out as she considered how little she knew of pleasure before Kara. “However, I trust this time will be different as you fill my womb with your seed and get me with child. I will tell you everything that I am feeling.”

The special ointment they used the night before was resting on the bed by Lena’s knee. Kara made certain to dip into it in between tending to her. She traced her fingers up and down the soft little crease above Lena’s clitoris and graced her inner lips with a caress.

Stretching them with another gentle push of her finger, Kara worked the salve into her tender little opening.

Lena sank her teeth into her lip to silence the gasps that came from her. The deeper the touch, the more she whined. She listened to melodic sound of Kara’s thrusts, the wet notes of her sexual fitness.

It should have satisfied Kara to hear it, but she lifted Lena’s dress off and instructed her to lie flat on the bed.

“We should prepare you fully for this long heat,” Kara husked and pinched at her naked breasts, keeping the nipples stiff as she also massaged Lena’s cunt in her own slick. “You feel very warm inside, Lena. It would be better to linger in your room a little while longer.”

In her horizontal position, Lena folded her legs flat to her body and nodded as Kara’s fingers found the aching little location inside of her.

Kara rubbed meaningfully right into that spot, understanding the language of her need and the slow revolution of her hips.

Two fingers soon became three, and Lena sighed wantonly with every crook that pressed them into the hidden place that ached for Kara’s knot.

She writhed from the sweet attention and locked her arms across her knees as Kara kept her still with a hand pressed to her hip.

Kara twisted her fingers to stimulate the heated striations that rippled in desperation to draw her deeper. “You become so pliant in my hands, Lena.”

Lena wished to rock herself into Kara’s curled fingers and whimpered when it seemed the intimate massage was over.

Kara slipped out and moved back to glance at the private place between Lena’s legs.

Lena expected the cool pressure of the phallus to take Kara’s place. She gasped instead at the hot persistence of Kara’s engorged glans at the slippery divide of her inner lips.

“Have you decided against using the fertility belt?” Lena parted her thighs with both hands to allow them both the pleasure of seeing her accept such a tremendous gift. The thick helmet eased into the space Kara had created.

The thickened rim forced her walls into a wider parting, and Kara lightly grazed her clitoris with the pad of her thumb.

“I trust it will feel extraordinarily better if it were to hold my seed where it rightfully belongs,” Kara whispered, the glide of her hips slow and steady as she moved on top of Lena to kiss and lick at her throat.

Lena held her body in the position of a curved bow, and Kara behaved as a strung arrow, creating tension while sliding through her.

They could only go so far before Lena’s cunt resisted and wetly constricted Kara’s movements.

Febrile from her heat and the blush of first love, Lena lifted her pelvis in restless desperation for Kara’s girth.

She breathed heavier with Kara’s lips on her neck and whined as they shifted lower onto her breast. With soft puckers and kisses, her nipple budded into Kara’s mouth. At the same time, more of Kara’s mast intruded between her thighs, sheathing inside of her entrance.

Her cunt convulsed in unremitting spasms around the enlarged glans of Kara’s cock.

Lena was so sensitive to the pleasure that she gasped from even the slowest thrusts through the pillowy little ridges inside of her.

She trembled at the provocation of Kara’s cock entering her deeper. Rutting made her feel warmer inside and she was soon full of slick arousal. It allowed her to open up inside, from her soft little entrance to the more protected vault to her womb.

Kara pressed her down to spread her legs out wide, and Lena groaned from a glimpse of her lower lips—no longer meeting around her clitoris, stretched taut around her mate’s base. Her exposed inner parts were ruby red, and she moaned as Kara touched them.

With those tender caresses and firmer thrusts, Kara’s tip breached her cervix.

The initial discomfort subsided after a moment, and Lena hooked her hands under her feet to bend herself. Kara’s blunt and thick head was where it needed to be, deeper inside of her than the night before. Her soft exhales pushed her pelvis up and she felt Kara’s cock slide in farther.

“I must give you my cunt like this every day,” Lena sighed. “It feels like my duty, and not just to produce an heir. It makes sense to me now how some can agree to become concubines—their sole purpose for sex.”

She should have been more prudent and kept her passing thoughts to herself if wished for Kara to respect her. The satisfaction took over her mind and Kara’s shaft was inside of cervix, enveloped in that tight ring.

“You’re destined for so much more than that, Lena, though I plan to serve you as ardently in your bedchamber as on the battlefield.”

The motion of Kara’s hips faltered only twice, and Lena knew it to be from the way she clenched.

There was no greater pleasure than seeing how close Kara was to losing her composure, and Lena pouted with the hope of getting her way. “I wish to have you as I did last night, even if it aches.”

The alpha in Kara took command of her hips. She rocked Lena forward until the breathiest of whines came from her.

Kara did it again, pressing her broad glans into the tender seal of her cervix, only stopping at the very moment Lena shook uncontrollably.

“This is why you must wear the fertility belt,” Kara whispered. “If you’re to have me fully, you must be prepared.”

The words of wisdom fell on deaf ears as Lena stubbornly pressed the issue by reaching between her legs.

She chose not to soothe the heat Kara kindled there in the slick divide of her lips. Instead she clasped the rigid part of Kara’s cock that had yet to feel the warmth inside of her. She stroked as best she could in her prone position and fluttered her lashes as she stared up at her mate.


“And what if I refused to allow it? What if I insisted you only use your cock henceforth?”

The mere fantasy of sitting primly on Kara’s cock while dealing with her subjects brought her knees together. She would never disgrace herself in such a way, though she trembled internally.

What would the good people of the kingdom think of their Queen if she were to sit at court with Kara’s superior rod spreading out her cunt?

“There will come a day when we will no longer require such instruments, and I will have you as much as you please.” Kara’s promise was rushed and breathless, and she jolted from Lena handling her so sweetly.

The delicate clasp of Lena’s hand was much softer than the greedy grip of her canal. Both combined to bring Kara to a tremendous finish. Wonderful throbs pushed seed into Lena, and she shuddered at the pooling molten heat.

Kara was a generous lover, and even in the throes of her own bliss, she stroked the stiffened pearl of Lena’s clit with two fingers.

The impassioned caress would bring Lena to her own summit. She tingled as her eyes lidded and her breaths grew ragged. She verged on bliss as Kara pulled herself free and replaced her cock with the solid and cool phallus attached to the fertility belt.

The blunt intrusion was the smallest bit larger than Kara’s girth, but nowhere near the size of her mate’s knot. She whined from the pressure, and how Kara twisted it to rub a special oil into her most sensitive areas.

A few more caresses from Kara’s fingertips and Lena’s slick walls went into spasm around the instrument. She trembled on the bed.

As she still cooled from the intensity of climax, Kara slipped the leather belt around her.

“How does this feel, Lena? Will you honor me by wearing it for as long as I deem necessary?”

Lena imagined a jealous lover could force an omega to don a belt like the one she wore—not just to prepare her for mating, but also to stop her from rutting any other alpha. She knew Kara’s intentions were pure, and yet it was still a form of possession to keep her that way.

“It feels nice, and yes, I shall wear it until you bid me to take it off. Does it please you to know that my cunt spreads just for you? That I will never let another take your place?”

The leather covered her like small clothes, and Lena breathed out a small noise of pleasure from sitting upright. She saw herself in the long mirror near the wall, naked save for the belt.

Her shyness of earlier was beginning to return, and she gathered up her dress with intentions of clothing herself behind the wooden screen in the corner of her room. Kara followed her, handling the soft leather between her thighs and rubbing the stout cock inside of it.

“Nothing pleases me more,” Kara assured her in a thick whisper. “I trust you will abide by my wishes. See to it that you rest when needed.”

The request lacked innocence as Kara cupped the soft leather to apply the barest hint of pressure. That was sufficient enough to render Lena gasping, and she sank lower to rock into Kara’s palm.

“Send for me if this is too much. I dare not push you beyond your limits, though it does bring me immense satisfaction to know you are allowing me to tend to you, even when I am not present in this room.”

Lena floundered from looking at Kara’s soft lips, and soon they kissed. She lifted her chin to merge their mouths and burned from tasting Kara’s tongue.

Love had never touched her life like this before, and she wondered how her feelings could have become strong without more time.

She didn’t want to part from Kara, not while in heat, not ever—but she would have to dress and make appearances in court and at some of the celebrations.

They were expected to spend a good deal of their time mating, though mingling with the guests would be a declaration that they believed their efforts were already successful. One of Lena’s ladies entered her outer chamber to inquire about their readiness for the day.

“M’lady, we’ve been instructed not to disrupt you for two weeks,” came the timid voice of an omega named Sophie. “However, Robert has sent me to ask whether he could have a
word with you, and some guests have arrived to see Kara.”

It was not uncommon for guests to arrive throughout the month following a new union, though Kara did appear flummoxed by the news. “I won’t be any farther away than the training fields, and should you require me for any reason–”

“I will not hesitate to send for you.”

Lena’s bashful smile was more coy as she bit her lip and gazed at Kara through the canopy of her dark lashes.

Kara lingered in the doorway as if she too found it difficult to part ways. She gathered Lena’s hand in her own and pressed a kiss to each of her knuckles as if it pained her to leave. The sweet gesture inspired a wonderful spasm inside, and Lena shuddered as her walls clamped around the phallus. It would prove difficult to concentrate if her body always reacted in such a manner, however hidden from others.

She stood there a moment longer as Kara swept off down the hall in pursuit of the guests, and Sophie offered her arm politely when it seemed Lena might swoon.

“Forgive me for speaking out of turn, M’Lady, but you look rather parched. Shall I pour you a goblet of wine?”

“No, thank you, that won’t be necessary. If you would be so kind as to escort me to Robert, I would greatly appreciate it.”

“Of course, my Queen, right this way.” Sophie seemed pleased by the honor, and they spoke the way friends would, in soft hushes so as not to let their voices carry. “It’s wonderful to see you smile again. I think this alpha is a well-suited match.”

“I had my reservations, but I am happy with the outcome of the tournament,” Lena whispered diplomatically, though her dimples said far more than her tongue.

They wandered down a twisting hallway and into a parlor where Robert stood tensely by a window overlooking the courtyard.

Sophie left them alone with a curtsy and closed the door behind herself to give them privacy.

An uneasy sensation twisted in Lena’s gut, but she forced herself forward with a smile. “You only brood when something is wrong. Should I be worried?”

Robert sighed, his broad shoulders heaving with the force of it as he turned with apologetic eyes to regard Lena. “I wish I could say no. This is a time of celebration, after all. You deserve peace and happiness to get acquainted with your new mate.”

There were few things that ever upset Robert, and Lena found herself frowning as she came to his side. “What has transpired that makes you so tense?”

“The guests that arrived are members of Kara’s family,” Robert stated, careful to hide his opinions behind his stoicism.

“That’s hardly unusual, Robert,” Lena laughed, though it sounded strained even to her own ears. “Kara has won the competition. It is only natural they should want to visit.”

She imagined there was a reason why he seemed so reluctant to speak, and the longer she waited, the worse her anxiety became.

“Yes, but they were bickering as they entered the courtyard. They never noticed me, and if they had, I dare say they would have behaved better. It seems they think this union means that Kara should be the reigning monarch.”

Robert’s tight-lipped grimace was a clear sign that he didn’t agree with this, and he knew quite intimately that neither would Lena.

The ugly side of ruling a kingdom meant safeguarding the throne, even from within her inner circle. Lena lurched at the implication that Kara would try to unseat her, and her pulse quickened in anguish.

“I will go to her and find out the truth,” Lena whispered, though her throat closed up at the chance that Kara would ever scheme against her.

Robert placed a hand on top of the hilt of his sword and looked ready to follow her into conflict. He trailed her through the corridors and directed her towards a room where they often received visitors. They both hesitated upon hearing the boisterous voices of strangers.

Lena shook her head and beckoned her advisor along through a secret passage. “Come, it seems that Kara is already greeting her family.”

The acoustics within the chamber allowed them to eavesdrop on their company, and through a slat in the wall, Lena became acquainted with the faces of Kara’s relatives.

There were two men, both alphas—one with a beard and narrowed eyes, and another with a face as rough as a stone and a scowl on his lips. They were joined by two women, a beta and an omega with identical features. Lena learned their names during the conversation and their relationship to Kara.

The omega was Kara’s mother, Alura, and her twin sister was Astra, wife of Non—the man with the stone face. The bearded man was Kara’s father, Zor, and he appeared calm throughout the dispute.

“It is part of your birth right to rule, with or without having participated in any competition,” Alura stressed, well-spoken and strategic in addressing Kara. “Lena is an omega. She doesn’t have the natural love of power that you would expect from an alpha.”

“Trust me,” Non interrupted snappishly while striding in front of his niece. “You would do well to ensure that Lena stays pregnant with your pups. Then you handle all of her public affairs. She will welcome the change.”

Astra sighed wearily, and Lena hoped she would speak against Non’s opinions, but she agreed with the consensus in the room. “It may not be as easy as that. Queen Lena has captured the hearts of her people—but if you are fastidious about breeding her, you may find a way to earn favor while she is busy tending your children.”

“Having a full womb is best for an omega,” Zor decisively uttered and set his softer eyes on his daughter. “It keeps them docile and happy.”

“Pups or not, you will take the throne,” Non dictated, the meanness in him shining through in his glare. “I don’t mean to be harsh with you, Kara, but if you were to slaughter the young queen in her bed, I would back your coup. I don’t see how her cunt could be worth all of the trouble and wait.”

Lena placed a hand over her mouth to stop a gasp on her lips, and Robert’s hand tightened on his sword as though he might draw it out and strike Non down without waiting for orders.

Kara acted first, shooting up from her chair and pulling her blade on her uncle.

“You forget we are not on the battlefield and I am not under your command.” Kara advanced with her blade held steady and seethed from between clenched teeth, “What you speak of is treason and I can have your head for that.”

Zor threw his arm out to force Alura back, his shock evident in the wide-eyed way he stared at his daughter. “Kara, we do not draw our weapons on family–”

Non scoffed at the threat posed by his niece and stepped forward to press the very tip of Kara’s blade into the soft leather of his armor. He sneered in her face, his pheromones dominating the room impressively as he snapped, “So ready to turn your back on your family, your heritage. Where does your loyalty lie?”

“With my Queen,” Kara snarled, refusing to lower her weapon as he tried to advance.

“How quickly she’s trained you. All it took was one night in the warmth of her cunt,” Non mocked, his disgust evident in the curl of his lip. He stared Kara down with an imperious and foreboding glint in his eye, not flinching as she pushed forward to drive the blade into his leather.

“You will speak of Lena with respect, or I will see to it that you do not speak at all,” Kara whispered, but her voice was not soft, and the chill of her tone created an icy dread to slide down Lena’s spine.

“My, how you posture, but who was it that taught you the art of the blade? Ah yes, it was me.” Non moved with the kind of practiced ease that came from commanding armies. He drew his sword and struck Kara’s with a wild swing that sent her arm flying out of his range.

Kara used the momentum to spin around and strike at him, and the sound of metal clashing as they fought echoed through the room. They sparred with equal aggression, Kara gaining ground with fiercer blows while Non outmaneuvered her with quick deflection and agile footwork.

“Stop it!” Alura shouted, her distress nauseating and nowhere near as potent as the rage that billowed from Kara.

“This is not how we settle our disagreements!” Astra stressed, curling her fingers into the fabric of her gown like she feared interfering any further.

“You still react like a pup. Such self-righteous indignation, and over what? An omega who holds no claim to the throne,” Non grunted out, flecks of spit flying from his lips as he bore down on his sword to drive Kara backwards.

“And you have let war harden what was left of your heart,” Kara challenged, shifting her weight to the side with pure contempt for the man as he staggered forward.

“If Kal were still alive–”

“I’m glad he isn’t!” Kara roared, so thunderous that everyone froze in disbelief.

Shock robbed Non of his balance, and Kara showed no mercy as she kicked him with all her might. He landed on his backside with his blade protecting his face, though it did him little good.

Kara cleaved the sword out of his hand, sending it clear across the room. She breathed raggedly, though not out of exertion as she pinned Non to the floor with her boot and pressed her sword to his throat.

“My cousin may have been loved by all, but he certainly wasn’t loved by me. He fooled an entire kingdom with his benevolent acts, but his parents raised him to be a callous and conniving warrior and I will not follow in his footsteps. I will never take the throne, and so long as I live, I will ensure that neither will you. Lena has earned her place as ruler.”

“You love her,” Alura uttered, her face softening from the fright that gripped her moments ago.

“As does everyone in the Kingdom,” Kara reiterated, though there was no mistaking the gleam in her eyes as mere loyalty.

“Robert,” Lena murmured and raised her hand towards the approximate spot where he was standing. She couldn’t look away from Kara’s face after such an impassioned defense. “Will you please go and inform Kara that I wish to speak with her?”

“After I see you safely back to your rooms,” Robert gruffly stated as he slid his weapon into its scabbard. “Then I will send for some of my best trained men to accompany Kara’s family down to the festivities.”

With the threat of peril lurking within her own castle, Lena was unnerved, but her poise would never give that away. She retired to her private sitting rooms where she first met with Kara and the servants went to a fuss by bringing her plates of roasted meat and flagons of mead.

She picked at her meal as she considered her position carefully. Without a true mate and a claim bite on her neck, she was still vulnerable to the ambitions of others, whether Kara filled her womb or not. It would have put her more at ease if she took the time to become acquainted with Kara before allowing the alpha to mark her neck—but she knew at once that she was going to offer herself, given Kara’s speech and the undeniably strong bond between them.

Her cunt ached from breeding and from being stretched for a prolonged time. The thought of having Kara’s bite on her throat before nightfall made it all the worse. She dared not dismiss her servants before Kara’s arrival, and yet she struggled to maintain decency while she waited.

Despite her sensitivities, she put on an air of power and dignity. She allowed Kara to enter and stoically lifted her chin, returning to formalities for the sake of protecting herself.

“I hear that your family is all settled, and they will be attending the celebrations in honor of your win.” Lena placed her hands into her lap, feeling so ill at ease with her artifice that she dropped it altogether.

“In fact, my advisor Robert was present for their arrival this morning. He informed me that none of them think I’m fit to be queen.” Lena peered up at her mate and the smile on her lips turned into a woeful thing, vulnerable and soft hearted. “I followed you and eavesdropped through the wall as you defended me.”

Kara appeared stricken by that revelation and sagged as though the weight of her shame was more burdensome than her armor. She stepped forward like she would defend her family, but surprised Lena by sinking to her knees in a show of submission.

“Then you know I don’t share their beliefs. If anyone is willing to commit atrocities for power, they don’t deserve to have it. It belongs to the selfless and most compassionate among us. No one in this kingdom is more worthy than you.”

To speak with such conviction was one thing and to soothe Lena’s guarded heart another. Kara did both and Lena struggled to maintain her cool façade.

“You truly wish to be my mate without claiming the throne for yourself?”

She was not fool enough to romanticize the notion that Kara only wished to be her alpha—yet Lena hoped beyond reason that it would be the case. Lies could be seen in a person’s eyes and Lena searched Kara’s to find devotion.

“Our kingdom belongs in your hands, Lena,” Kara whispered sincerely.

“And in turn, I belong in yours,” Lena intoned.

Lena was grateful that there were no servants around to bear witness to how her pheromones changed. She clasped the alpha’s chin in her palm and beckoned Kara onto her feet. She was unprepared for Kara to shower her with affection. Kara’s lips pressed to hers and Lena moaned as their tongues caressed. There was far less fanfare about Kara’s intentions as she cradled Lena’s backside to hoist her up.

It was not befitting a queen to be so wanton with her needs, and yet the moment Lena’s thighs came to rest on Kara’s hips, she could no longer keep still.

Her rapturous heat wanted more, and the sliding of her pelvis was a relief to her senses. She undulated on Kara and moaned, letting her voice rise with her pleasure. Shaking from the unknown delights of rocking, Lena clamped her hands on Kara’s shoulders. Through the soft leather belt, Kara’s cock pushed into her and she strived to find the right motions to feel it. She achieved it twice before succumbing to the euphoria of having a full cunt.

The idea of breeding took over her mind and she pictured Kara removing the fertility belt to assess the gape of her entrance. Setting her back onto unsteady feet, Kara caressed her beneath her skirts, and she shook considerably. It tempted her thighs into an open spread, and Kara cupped at the leather that rested over her mound.

The supple strap was slickened with her lubrication, and Kara rubbed into it in amazement. “You’ve taken so well to wearing this that I might request it become tradition whenever you enter heat.”

The pride in Kara’s voice certainly held sway and the amorous scent of her pheromones was capable of influencing Lena’s omega.

Lena savored the scents with slow breaths and gazed in longing at the bulge which Kara was yet to free from her trousers. She helped the alpha along by graciously taking hold of the concealed girth and encouraged it to swell to its fullest proportions.

“Your interest in ruling pertains only to the slick enclosure which resides between my thighs.”

“Tending to your care is of utmost importance to me.” Kara’s lips parted with her bragging, and she teased a single finger along the wet crease where leather molded to Lena’s neglected sex.

She spasmed obediently at the lightest touch, though Kara was unable to feel it for herself.

The flirtation of being full though ultimately denied was vexing, and her clitoris throbbed, desperate to be handled by Kara.


“Does it arouse you to take such command of my cunt, Kara? To have final say on when and how it will be filled, for however long you wish?”

“Yes.” Kara’s groan sounded pained as she stepped out of Lena’s reach and retracted her hand from the gusset of the fertility belt. “Tempted though I am to lay you bare right now, I insist you come with me first.”

Unbridled indignation blazed through Lena as fiercely as her heat. She huffed petulantly before remembering she was Queen. The pout remained on her lips, in spite of how she schooled her features into a mask of calm, which broke the moment Kara brushed a thumb over her lip.

“And where shall you take me that would afford us the privacy I require while left in this condition?” Lena whispered.

“I used to frequent the palace as a child. I know of many splendid places on the grounds where we will not be disturbed,” Kara promised through a smile and chivalrously offered her arm to Lena.

Given her own rampant libido, Lena was stunned by Kara’s self restraint. She was entirely enamored with the alpha and trusting to a fault as she accepted Kara’s arm.

The events that transpired with Kara’s family were all but forgotten as they strolled through the hallways. Lena laughed at the lengths Kara went to in order to avoid the rest of their guests. They crept through secret passages and reappeared in the kitchens, where Kara took the liberty to procure them a bottle of honey wine, a portion of cheese wrapped in cloth, and some fresh bread left to cool by the window. Next they ventured out into the private gardens where guests were not permitted.

Lena stole coquettish glances at Kara as if they were not already intimately acquainted and blushed as their eyes met. “I assumed you would have us attend some of the celebrations or remain locked away as is expected of us.”

“Then how would I properly court you?” Kara mused and released Lena’s hand to look upon her startled face. She walked backwards in a jovial fashion, innocent in how she hoped to treat Lena as any true love ought to be, with reverence and romance. “Come, the best fruits are always hidden so they are never picked first.”

Kara’s sweet nature afforded her privileges that Lena’s heart would not have welcomed from any other.

She watched with laughter on her lips as Kara climbed trees the way she must have as a child to pick the juiciest fruit.

After selecting several plums, ripened cherries and two plump apples, Kara braved the thorns from the roses with the ambition of picking blooms that were as sun kissed as Lena’s cheeks. She selected several and cut them at the stem to present them to Lena. Last of all, she waded into a thicket of brambles to gather the fruits from their spiky vines.

“Careful, I’ll not have you ruin yourself over a handful of berries,” Lena warned as a few pricked at Kara’s clothes.

She took to pointing where she thought Kara out to step and caught her breath as Kara leapt through the bush to pluck what she deemed worthy enough to grace Lena’s lips.

“Ah, but wait until you taste them. You’ll have me out here every day to gather these.”

Kara’s good cheer brought levity to her actions, and she returned with a small pouch filled to the brim. She offered one to Lena and the intimacy they shared in that moment brought a tremor to Lena’s throat.

Not once in all her time as Queen had someone treated her so preciously.

Lena found that her soft emotions correlated with the copious moisture that drenched
the leather wrapped snugly to her loins. She would fill the entire grounds with her carnal scent if the breeze picked up, and she bit her lip to disguise the pathetic sounds her omega begged her to make.

Kara tucked her bounty into a satchel and walked Lena toward the stables.

Lena envisioned them hidden amongst stacks of hay and sighed in disappointment as it became apparent that Kara had other ideas.

After saddling a horse, Kara held her hand out to Lena as if she expected her to sit on the back of the majestic beast.

“I best not. The walk will be good for me,” Lena lied with a shy flutter of her lashes. She throbbed with need for Kara’s touch, and the thought of sitting astride anything, even a chair, might be too much for her heat-ravaged omega.

“Oh, I insist. It would be awful if you were to tire yourself on our short journey.” Kara’s earnest eyes did not detract from the lust which resided within their depths, and she held Lena about the hips. She seemed to understand what might transpire and helped Lena into the saddle with a breathy sound of desire.

Instead of grasping at reins, Kara raised up Lena’s skirts and clutched at the slim leather on her hips. The breeze touched Lena’s exposed lower back, though with Kara behind her, no one at a distance would notice.

“I do much prefer this,” Lena uttered and looked at all of the woodland wildflowers that grew beneath the trees—the elegant purple foxglove and the more modest honeysuckle.

Sweet fragrances drifted all around them, and Lena moaned from the phallus entering her deeper and keeping her cunt slick. It satisfied her to be seated so close to her mate, with Kara’s legs framed around hers and their bodies flush together.

“I find a good ride helps to liven my spirits, I can tell you’re feeling the benefit yourself.” Kara’s hushed words blew wisps of Lena’s hair as she pressed herself more firmly into her backside.

The flirtation caused Lena’s hands to tighten around the reins, which sent the horse from a trot to a canter. She whined at the increase of speed, and the motion rocked her in the saddle. Kara held her steady by the belt so the phallus plumbed her at a quicker pace. She trembled, breathless and surprised by the pleasure of it all.

“How would you like to accompany me for the duration of your heat? We could saddle up every afternoon while our guests are busy, and the cool air will temper the fever of your skin.” Kara’s suggestion sounded quite benign, though Lena understood the implication that went unsaid.

“Only if you promise to soothe the ache you create with these little dalliances through the garden.” Lena spared Kara from saying any more as her breaths became labored.

She moaned at the way Kara controlled her hips, encouraging the natural bounce to ready her for their passionate coupling. Lena prayed that it would commence the moment they dismounted, and very nearly fell as the horse halted suddenly on Kara’s command.

They were hidden by tall trees and soft, long grass that swayed as surely as her pelvis did. Kara hopped down first, and Lena sat side saddle while the alpha raised up her skirts to behold the leather between her thighs.

“If I hadn’t put this on you myself, I would think your belt had been oiled.”

Kara touched it with the back of her fingers, mesmerized by the sheen of slick on the inside of Lena’s thighs. She set about unrolling a thick blanket to place on the ground, and then lifted Lena down.

They both sat on the warm covering, and Kara spread another cloth on top of it, where she arranged the plentiful fruit, fresh bread, and the portion of cheese. She uncorked the honey wine and poured it into two ornate pewter goblets.

Lena smiled as she brought the golden drink to her lips and sipped. “If this is how you intend to court me, I look forward to more afternoons like this one.”

Kara sliced the fruit, pairing it with a bite of cheese that she lifted to Lena’s mouth. “I am going to take you to a great many beautiful places. Lakes, forests, mountaintops. Everywhere.”

Lena tucked a curl behind her ear and envisioned the fulfilling life Kara promised her. She chewed the sweetest tasting bramble with the savory saltiness of the cheese, and her eyes must have brightened from the flavor.

“Delicious, aren’t they?” Kara smiled and reached to gather the small ringlets by Lena’s face, pressing them back for her.

Lena grasped her mate’s cheek in return and placed a soft, shy kiss on her lips. She sucked on Kara’s tongue and moved her mouth in harmony.

Kara slipped a hand over one of the billowy sleeves that covered Lena’s arm. She swung Lena’s long braid to the side and opened the laces at the back of her dress, one after the next.

Lena stood so that Kara could finish taking the garment off. She removed the under shift from her shoulders, and then the dainty small clothes that concealed her belt.

With the sunlight warming her naked frame, Lena was not the least bothered by the cool breeze, though she tried to keep her modesty by cupping at her breasts. She knelt on the blanket and stared at Kara’s britches as they lowered to the earth.

Kara stripped off her armor and tunic, and her body held Lena’s fascination. The grand pommel at the tip of Kara’s shaft was a darker mauve than she remembered. Two thick veins pumped beneath it and along the length of the intimidating erection.

“It looks different now. Is it because of of my heat or is it the knowledge of what I wear for you?” Lena bent her head as her face scalded from embarrassment at asking so bold a question.

Kara placed a hand under her chin to save her from the feelings of meekness that took root in her chest. “It is from last night, the morning we spent together, and this moment as I look at you. The softness of your lips, your kind eyes, all that I wish to do with you now.”

Lena keened quietly, her need for Kara no longer hidden by clothes or the fragrance of wild flowers. She longed for the attention of her mate and trusted that Kara would do what was best for her. “Please, won’t you share those things? I wish to hear the plans you have for spending this time with me.”

“I would much rather show you, and you’ve waited long enough,” Kara praised and traced her thumb over Lena’s lip affectionately. She could have taken advantage of Lena on her knees with how her mouth hung open, yet Kara was more interested in tending to Lena’s needs than her own. She lowered herself beside Lena and guided her down onto her back.

The soft leather came away easily as Kara peeled back the straps and Lena raised herself up on her elbows to gawk at the transformation between her thighs. No longer pale and discreet, the lips of Lena’s cunt were a vivid blossom of desire. They spread as naturally as petals, glossy with her private nectar.

Kara stroked at them with her thumb and admired Lena’s clitoris which now poked free of its hood unaided. It was a proud little thing, so swollen and prepared to be sucked into Kara’s mouth like one of the juiciest berries they picked. It seemed to throb the moment Kara began to pull the phallus out, and they both moaned as they saw her tight entrance so prominently widened.

Kara appeared to be enthralled, her eyes lidded and breath short as she leaned toward Lena’s cunt. She stroked the sensitive little furrows inside with the tip of her finger, amazed that even as Lena clenched pathetically, she still gaped without grasping Kara’s finger at all.

“This is how I shall always keep you while in heat.”

“And what of your rut, Kara? Will I require such special attention then?” The bashful hue of Lena’s cheeks was in part from her own levels of arousal. She enjoyed how Kara took full command of her tender sex.

“Oh yes, you’ll need something much larger in your cunt for that.” Kara bragged through her alpha, and the solid girth of her shaft jerked as if to posture for Lena’s hungry stare. “It will be a feat just to breed you in that condition. My knot will be considerably wider than this.”

The phallus filled Kara’s palm, and she eased it back into Lena’s opening with a groan of pride, encouraging her to lift her pelvis with a hand beneath her.

Lena curled her arms, keeping them above her head as her breasts heaved from Kara’s use of the phallus. She clamped her eyes shut and concentrated on the pleasure Kara granted her. The spread of her lips was sensitive, and the inside of her cunt no longer tensed from the thrusting.

“You must breed me when in rut and keep your knot inside me for as long as possible,” Lena whispered as she moved her hips in wanton coordination with Kara’s hand.

“It will not be long before my rut now,” Kara assured her and slid the phallus outward to observe the slick all over its dark surface. Her pale arousal gathered around the lower part of it, which had nestled in between her private lips throughout the morning.

“Does it please you to find me so wet?” Lena inquired as Kara tucked the phallus into a satchel and slipped a thumb into the embrace of those secret, wet lips. “What can I do to be most pleasing to you, Kara? Won’t you teach me?”

She breathed harder, her face fresh with a new ardor and glow. Her quiet sighs coincided with Kara touching her cunt, exploring the inside of her. It excited all of her senses, and she wondered about the confidence and skill that went into handling her. Kara kissed and sucked at one of Lena’s smarting nipples. “All that I know.”

Lena smiled and looked into Kara’s soft, clear eyes. She craned her neck as Kara licked her breasts and took the breath from her.

“Your moans stir things in me,” Kara uttered and wrapped her lips around Lena’s other swollen nipple. She puckered harder than before and freed the sensitive bud as Lena began to squirm.

“What things, Kara? Are you tempted to claim my throat while you claim my womb with your seed?” There was hope in Lena’s voice, her questions breathless and no less excited than the rest of her as she flaunted the porcelain expanse of her throat.

She whined for Kara’s teeth to solidify their union, no longer afraid of rushing into the act.

Kara kissed along her clavicles, scalding her skin with hot puffs of breath while she stroked the heated and spongy striations of Lena’s canal. She brought her thumb to Lena’s clitoris and lightly rolled it in a circular motion to make her hips dance.

“The pretty sounds you exhale make me want to sink my teeth into you, but I won’t, Lena. You can trust me.”

“I do. That’s why I want it.” Lena insisted, all pretenses gone as her heart beat in time with the spasms inside of her. She neared a spectacular release, and the soft scrape of Kara’s teeth on her neck fluttered her eyes shut with the expectation of being taken.

“Yes, give me your mark, Kara. Let everyone in the kingdom know I am yours completely,” Lena encouraged not just with words, but in the fragrance of her pheromones that announced she was a claimed omega.


Not once in all her time with the King had her omega been so brazen, and she rubbed herself into Kara’s palm with frantic undulations.

Kara curled her fingers as she pumped them quicker and latched onto her throat with a groan. She sucked roughly on the pure skin until Lena convulsed in ecstasy, but released her the moment she went limp.

Lena placed her palm against the skin where the indents of Kara’s teeth ought to have remained and gasped that the bite failed to pierce.

“Do you not wish to have me?” Lena asked with a tremble to her lip and whined as Kara spread her thighs to align with her twitching entrance.

“More than anything,” Kara breathed, so passionate and raw that Lena whimpered in confusion. She pushed into the wet space of Lena’s cunt, filling her with a rough stroke.

The girth spread her utterly apart, her inner lips as distant from each other as her thighs. Her exposed clitoris ached from the strain on the partition below it, and Lena could only see the rigid cock inside of her if she glanced down.

Kara brought her lips so close to Lena’s that her words kissed them as she whispered, “I may have won the right to give you an heir, but what I truly want is to court you. I have not earned the privilege of claiming you as my own, but I will.”

Lena smiled and lifted her face to join their mouths, her heart light with the sentiments that Kara expressed. “If that is truly your wish, then I will abide by it.”

It kept in line with the long traditions of royals and knights going on quests to earn their right to mate.

Lena gasped at the feelings inside of her cunt as she opened for Kara’s imposing cock. She learned to move her hips into a certain position when Kara was rutting into her. The deep stretching thrusts went straight to the end of her canal and drove through the small restricting dome before her womb.

“This is one way you can earn me, Kara,” Lena husked. “Your family may have been wrong about all else, but I want your seed inside my womb. I will be queen and have your pups.”

Kara met her demands with a groan and voluminous throbs of pearly seed. Some of it slid out on Kara’s quickening rocks, and Lena moaned at the slackening of her internal walls, the complete surrender of her cunt to the invasion of her mate’s gigantic cock. Her poor opening was a ravished, sore red, and hotter from the thick globs of sperm that filled it up.

“And when you are heavy with them, will you still need me here, Lena?” Kara asked, using her thumbs to accentuate the natural spread of Lena’s inner lips once she pulled free of her channel. They both glanced at the timid way her entrance contracted, beckoning Kara to make use of it even as the alpha shifted to sit back on her heels.

The jut of Kara’s cock seemed all the more prominent in such a position—the shiny helmet of her glans as luscious as the plums Lena was yet to taste.

She wetted her lips at the thought of pressing soft kisses to the tip, and confided quietly, “More than I’ve ever needed anything else in my life.”

Lena saw firsthand how her confession aroused Kara, the base of her shaft swelling along with the alpha’s pride. She gawked at the state of it, so inflamed and engorged that her first instinct was to soothe it with her palms. She cradled the knot with both hands and whined when her fingers could not lace together.

Kara groaned at her touch and rivulets of molten seed spilled down her shaft. She coaxed Lena up and cupped at her backside, eager to make her sit on the rigid girth.

“If you’re to take my knot in rut, then I must prepare you now. Would you like that, Lena?” Kara asked, easing Lena onto her shaft. She lowered Lena fluidly, letting her rest on the thick expansion of her base before she bucked to slot it between silken lips.

The stretch was greater than the night prior, and Lena whined at the tension of her loins. She breathed sharply, her eyes glazed and head lolling back as Kara bounced her confidently to spread her anew.

“Place your arms about my shoulders and let your cunt slide down on the knot,” Kara directed, confident that Lena could take such a thorough internal stretch.

The bulk of Kara’s knot rubbed into the tender spots inside Lena’s velvet, and the tip poked through resistance deep within.

Lena shook as Kara began to charge her hips upward, anchoring her by the backside.

She arched dramatically, grasping at Kara’s broad shoulders while her mate sucked at
her nipples. All of the stimulation somehow centred in Lena’s core and she gasped, “Yes breed me, show me your worth by the seed you leave in my cunt.”

Close to being astride her mate’s thighs, Lena slid herself onto the knot and cried out as it passed through her slick inner lips. Her spine straightened and bowed, no longer in her control as Kara pushed the knot inside.

Lena whined incessantly from the satisfaction of having the length of Kara’s cock inside of her, including its thick knot. The burgeoning heat of it was slipping over her most responsive inner places. She shook and clenched her jaw until the thin veins in her forehead came to the fore and she could feel the pulse in her temples.

“So full,” Lena whimpered and ensured the knot went deeper by dropping lower onto it. “This is pleasure beyond comprehension.”

Kara sucked at her nipples with firm lips and gripped onto one of Lena’s legs as she went rigid and pumped more seed into her pussy.

The bliss of their union lasted only a moment as Kara lay back and steadied Lena atop her thighs.


“Ride me just as you rode on the horse’s back that took us here,” Kara commanded, using her pheromones to sway Lena’s omega.

Lena rocked her hips at first, acclimating to the depth at which Kara’s cock protruded into her womb and then bounced obediently. She made pitiful sounds to accompany the noise of her slick walls releasing Kara’s knot with a wet pop.

She submerged it over and over again, grinding on Kara’s pelvis with every pass of the thickened girth. Her clitoris rubbed against it as she forced Kara’s cock into her feverish little opening and blushed from her unbridled lust.

Kara squeezed at her breasts with full palms and tended to her aching buds by rolling them between her finger and thumb. “There’s no shame in taking your pleasure, Lena. Quicken your pace.”

Lena convulsed as she followed Kara’s teachings and sated the ache between her thighs by riding at twice the speed. At the much more pronounced sensation of Kara sliding through her cervix, she whimpered incoherent phrases of need. “Oh—oh, Kara, plea-se—”

That deeper penetration, the pressure of the knot against a tender spot, and the rubbing of her clitoris—it acted on her all at once and rendered her senseless.

Kara had to lie her down on the blanket, cradling her head as they knotted together. They linked their fingers, kissed and drank honey wine while speaking of their future as mates.

They decided that they would tour the countryside, beginning with the seaport villages where Lena always hoped to travel and ending with the woodlands. Kara promised her they would also go on journeys some day with their children, of which they hoped for at least seven.

Lena knew they would have many happy days ahead of them, and she trusted that soon she would wear Kara’s claim on her throat.