AΩ - Chapter 3

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Chapter 2: https://www.patreon.com/posts/62482388


Word count: 7,711


The season of midsummer was a time of pardoning, peace, and revelry. Among alphas, it represented the only period of reprieve from the constant brutalities of the arena. The Epsilon alliance instituted the month-long celebration of the ancients, and at the heart of the ceremonies was a primitive exaltation of the lifegiving elements in the vaster universe — the nurturing soils, the tending hand of the wind, the destruction and renewal of flames, and the serene waters of the oceans.

Along the coastal sands, the epsilons erected green canopies made of lush leaves and foliage. Betas, omicrons, and deltas flocked to the seaside to take part in the relaxing festivities. They protected their interests at home with sophisticated surveillance, leaving their alphas behind to toil and train.

Without any overseers, this was a time of freedoms that Kara never experienced in everyday life. Most alphas spoke about midsummer as if it was their salvation. Anyone who lived to see those days would be granted liberty for a stretch of weeks, and on the first morning of the festival, Kara wandered outside to the glorious sight of her friends resting in the sun.

The meager provisions they lived on throughout the year were doubled during the long heats of the celebration, affording them all a period to recover and nourish themselves for the tough months ahead. They were entitled to whatever fresh produce was left on top of their daily meals, and Kara looked forward to the sweet fruits that ripened on the trees.

Nyxly was more generous than most, supplying them a barrel of watered down wine to curb their rowdy behavior while she was gone. It would keep them lethargic, sated and grateful until it inevitably ran out, and then they would resume their training.

Kara had her hopes set on the worn blanket that was spread out near Alex and Sam. They waved her over with smiles and raised up a bowl of cooked grains and chopped fruits. She could already taste the breakfast on her tongue, her stomach growling as she made her way towards them.

“There you are. I’ve been waiting all morning for you to emerge,” Nyxly crooned, stepping in front of Kara several feet from her small bounty. Her presence extinguished Kara’s excitement for the quiet day ahead and it showed in the slant of her mouth.

Nyxly smiled a crooked and perverse smile, her kohl lined eyes sharp in their observations. “Oh, don’t look so disappointed to see me. You’ve performed so well in the arena that I plan to reward you.”

Rewards were a currency all of their own, and Nyxly never lied about granting them. Kara’s hunger faded to the back of her mind as she perked up at the prospect of something better. She expected new gear, or a flask of potent liquor, or that she would be allowed to sleep in one of the beds in Nyxly’s home while she was gone.


She was so wrapped up in the possibilities that she barely noticed how obediently she followed Nyxly, her feet carrying her forward at a pace that pleased the lanista.

“Pack my bags,” Nyxly commanded in the quiet privacy of her home, her impish glee tangible at Kara’s confusion. “We’re headed to the celebration.”

“Alphas aren’t permitted to attend,” Kara countered to keep her own excitement in check.

The last thing she wanted was to seem too eager, but she couldn’t recall the last time she had been anywhere near a beach, let alone surrounded by true festivities.

“Under normal circumstances that’s true, but when you outperform everyone else in the arena, it seems the rules can be bent in your favor.” Nyxly motioned to her leather bags waiting to be filled. She watched Kara meticulously place her belongings inside and then swept closer to capture Kara’s chin in her palm. “I promised everyone you would behave yourself. You won’t let me down, will you?”

Kara stilled at the touch and blinked at a delay as Nyxly continued to grasp her by the jaw. “No, of course I won’t.”

They broke out of that intense consultation and Nyxly flippantly tossed satchels of coins on top of her clothes. “Good. Now then, hurry along. We don’t want to miss the first events.”

Nyxly produced a new leather set of armor, a rich red cape and a soft blue tunic that was the color of her own household.

Kara went stiff as she spotted the items and mentally tried to prepare herself for a competition at the one time of the year that she believed was her own. “I thought there was no fighting during the length of the festival—”

“There isn’t, but I won’t have you walking about the place in those rags.” Nyxly gestured at the tattered garb that clung by strings to Kara’s frame. “Put this tunic on and meet me outside. Don’t forget my bag.”

That small show of trust must have been a test in advance of the festival, and Kara rushed to change and hoisted Nyxly’s bag before she failed it.

She wondered if her clothes would be dust-covered by the time they reached the water, but Nyxly handed her the reins of a beast and made no efforts to restrain her.

“You should know I carry darts filled with a strong sedative,” Nxyly forewarned and patted another animal from the stable on its grey back seconds before prodding it in the neck with a sharp dart. The animal slumped onto its front legs, and Nyxly called the delta stable-keeper over to tend it.

Kara worried what would happen to the beast until she realized this was all a demonstration for her own knowledge of what might occur if she chose to run off.

“I don’t want to waste another of these today,” Nyxly dryly explained and swung her leg up into the saddle of her prized charger. “They’re very costly.”

The privilege to ride on the back of a beast was not one Kara would forget, and she swallowed back the emotion of being treated like a guest instead of a possession. It was unheard of to allow an alpha to ride as it gave the impression that they were equals to the other classes. Nyxly seemed content to bend as many rules as she pleased during the celebration, and Kara was too elated to consider why.

The journey to the city took a fraction of the time, and Kara spent it with a smile on her face. She felt lighter than usual, though tension remained in her back and kept her rigid. Slow forming dread crept upon her when she noticed the city guards staring at her, and Nyxly waved them off as they approached with caution.

“Pay them no mind. We’re taking a portal to our destination and then you’ll have a taste of true luxury,” Nyxly intoned, her smile lacking some of the usual slyness.

They stopped by a special stable where the classes could leave their animals to be tended until they returned, and Nyxly passed off several shimmering coins that glinted in the sunlight.

Kara wanted to ask why she was being given such freedoms but sensed the only response she would receive would be that she earned it. The fortunes she had brought Nyxly were abundant, but no amount of fighting should have granted her rights that other alphas were incapable of experiencing. Guilt threatened to ruin her mood as she considered her friends left behind.

The sharp snap of Nyxly’s fingers broke Kara out of her wallowing, and she hurried to fall in step with her lanista before one of the city guards accused her of trying to escape.

They moved through a gateway with a claw-toed sphinx, a majestical chimera – and apart from a flash in Kara’s peripheral vision, she saw no change in the landscape from one side to the other, but she heard the call of seabirds and the rush of rolling waters.

On the gold beaches, betas milled about with drinks in their hands and stepped into the shady coverage of frond houses. The privileged classes sun-bathed and ate under the canopies or swam in the crystal blue water.

Four colorful regions marked out the area for the festivities, and Kara opened her eyes and looked around. She heard stories of these events, but experiencing it for herself was a wonder beyond imagination. It appealed to all of her senses, and she breathed in the scents of roasting meat and the tropical pungency of spices.

Nyxly led her into one of the frond enclosures and waved at the tables covered in platters of food. “Eat your fill, and then we can go for a stroll around the grounds.”

Kara dove at it, shoving a leg of gorkin-meat into her mouth and reaching for alien fruits that burst with juice in her mouth.

A few betas and omicrons stared at her gluttonous appetite. She ignored them as she gathered thick cuts of meat and creamy vegetable dishes that would have to be scooped up. Forgoing the utensils, Kara used bread as a vessel to get it all into her mouth. She ate as though starved and expected Nyxly to chastise her for such a barbaric display.

Contrary to Kara’s worry, her lanista berated the others for gawking, and placed a protective hand on Kara’s shoulder as though to shield her from their attention.

“They’re prudish in their behavior. They lack the lust for life that we have,” Nyxly intimated and pulled over a platter of unique and decadent desserts for them to sample. She refrained from making a spectacle of Kara, and indulged in a few of the mousse cakes, gobbling them down in big bites that put Kara at immediate ease.

Ales and wines flowed freely, and Kara glugged from a flask with greed. The tart sweetness drew in her cheeks, and she ended her meal with a pitcher of lemon water.

Nyxly reached out to offer her a cloth to cleanse her face and fingers, and then motioned for Kara to get up. “Where shall we go first? The beach is tempting, isn’t it? Or would you rather have some entertainment?”

To have options of such grandeur overwhelmed Kara’s alpha, and she hesitated the way a child might, lost and eager and unable to decide.

The sound of laughter drew her attention to the beach, and Nyxly waited for her to make a choice. This was a gift in and of itself, time to choose and do as she pleased. The rest of the gruelling year would leave her with little choice, and Kara concluded the best course of action would be to seize every ounce of autonomy she could while it lasted.

Without a word, she began to march towards the beach, and Nyxly followed by her side, waving to those she knew. Several deltas and betas looked surprised by Kara’s presence and she did her best to appear non-threatening, folding in on herself and hunching her shoulders so that her height was less intimidating.

“Don’t do that,” Nyxly hissed under her breath, her hand finding Kara’s lower back to guide her through the sunbathing crowd. “Never make yourself less than what you are. If anyone has a problem, they can answer to me.”

It was strangely sage advice, and Kara straightened back up in spite of the awkwardness she felt at being watched. A few classes had offspring with them, and the children played in the sand and built wondrous creations out of it. Kara stepped carefully so as not to disturb any and caught several of the children staring up at her in open mouthed fascination.

“I would like to swim,” Kara announced, coming to a stop near the shoreline where the sea lapped at her toes in the set of new sandals she wore.

Many of the classes were already in the water, naked and at ease as they curiously kept an eye on her.

“I’ll keep your tunic safe.” Nyxly crooned, and then sighed when Kara neither lifted it off or even showed a flicker of a smile. She implicitly seemed to understand Kara’s reluctance and sighed dramatically. “Don’t move from this spot. I’ll be back in a moment.”

Kara did as she was told, not out of fear of what would happen but because several children ventured closer to peer up at her in amazement. One little delta handed her a crude looking shovel made of garishly bright metal, and his friend, an omicron girl, pointed to the sand.

“Are you good at forming structures?” The little delta asked while other children came closer. Kara had never been surrounded by so many fragile creatures, their small faces filled not with fear but excitement.

She knelt down in the wet, warm sand and confessed, “I’m not sure. How do we make them?”

“Oh, it’s easy I’ll show you!” The omicron girl answered and began scooping at the wet sand with her hands, forming it as she slapped it together into a pile.

All of the children that were intrigued by Kara began to work together. Nyxly arrived to find Kara elbow deep in hole as the children collected the prettiest of shells to press into the towering mound of sand they created together.

Nyxly’s perturbed expression mimicked that of the adults all observing Kara, and that was reason enough for Kara to excuse herself.

The children seemed saddened by her departure, though carried on successfully without her.


“I procured you an outfit for swimming.” Nxyly waved the garment. “You can change in one of the tents while I catch up with a few friends down there. When you’re done swimming, come to me.”

Kara’s eyes followed Nyxly’s gesture to a couple of betas she had never met, though their faces seemed vaguely familiar. She nodded and wandered inside a tent to change into small shorts and a top, where she set her tunic aside safely out of the sand.

The warm water felt incredible on Kara’s skin, and she spent the rest of her morning swimming in the ocean. She eventually tired, and lazed on her back for a while, enjoying the way the waves carried her back and forth. If hunger hadn’t been a factor, she would have stayed in the ocean longer.

Kara gathered her tunic, though kept it folded under her arm as she made her way down the beach to where Nyxly drank and laughed. “My friends were saying they feel tired just from watching you. I imagine you’ve worked up an appetite.”

“I suggest you bring her to the yellow canopy. Let her experience something exotic,” one beta murmured, her sly lips wrapping around a fluted glass to sip a bubbling liquid.

Nxyly hummed in consideration, her bright gaze finding Kara’s as she smirked. “You know, I think I will. She has no idea what this festival truly has to offer.”

Kara’s mind was so fixated on food that she couldn’t have possibly conceived what lay in store.


Nyxly led her from the beach and past several amazing stalls and tents where delicious aromas called to Kara’s stomach. The yellow canopy was an exceptionally large tent that required you to pass through a flap of fabric to see what was inside. Kara imagined a fancy banquet and was stunned by the sight of a few classes reclining on raised beds while omegas hand fed them and massaged their feet.

“Don’t stare. You’ll be one of them in a moment,” Nyxly lilted, signalling to the omicron in charge that they wanted service.

Nyxly was led off first, and Kara felt heaviness in her stomach when two lithe omegas walked over to take her by the hands.

“We never see your kind here,” one whispered, enamored by the scent of Kara’s alpha. “Please lie back and get comfortable.”

Kara sank into the lounge of woven reeds, overcome by the omegas and their wandering touch. Their capable fingers moved over aching muscles, freeing Kara of the knots and tension of battle.

Another omega placed a platter of green vined fruits beside the lounge and brought over delectable brews. Each aperitif was a flavor that surprised Kara’s palate with tangy and sweet carbonation. They paired with the assortment of light appetizers that Kara ate afterwards, the parcels of flaky pastry with colorful vegetables and the seafood fresh from the shell.

One of the omegas massaged Kara’s feet and calves with warming oil and took liberties by gliding her palms upwards to her mid thighs. The small pair of shorts concealed Kara’s modesty yet did little to hinder the forming pole beneath them. She was embarrassed by her arousal, though too relaxed to try and cover it with her hands. The enthralling perfume of so many omegas was a stimulant to Kara’s alpha, and she would have been affected regardless of the massage.

Kara gave a cursory glance to her side for any towel that might assist in keeping herself covered. She was startled to find Lena’s narrowed eyes peering back at her from across the room.

The omega hand-fed Andrea juicy slices of fruit, and Kara bristled at the way the beta kissed Lena's fingers when she accepted the offerings. Lena continued to lift the pieces of melon while looking over at Kara.

They stared at one another with a sense of defiance. Kara wondered what emotions Lena felt as she schooled her face into a mask and caressed Andrea’s cheek. It prompted the beta to kiss her palm, and whatever she whispered brought a smile to Lena’s lips.

Kara glanced away first with the ambition to thoroughly bask in the worshipful attention she received. She no longer cared if her erection was evident or if Lena could sense her enjoyment. The omegas who tended to her appeared pleased with the erection Kara sported, and their excited breaths brought a pretty blush to their cheeks.

“We do offer full body massages and your lanista paid for the complete service,” one of the omegas divulged, her hand skimmed across Kara’s hard abs as she made the softest sound of longing.

“Shall I raise the privacy dividers?” The omega at Kara’s feet asked, her lustful scent inviting curious glances their way.

Kara could imagine what would take place behind the silken sheets if they were allowed to pop up. She could feel the restless urges of the omegas, and the firmness of their grip on her thighs as they tried to sate themselves in front of others. Their soft hands would feel incredible wrapped around her cock, and her alpha all but asserted she wanted it when she shook her head.

“No, thank you. I’m content as is,” Kara lied and ignored her impulse to take advantage of all that was being offered so willingly.

She sensed their disappointment and longing at a delay as Lena walked out with Andrea. The omega ignored her, and Kara turned to admire the sashay of her hips.

Kara dwelled on the brief encounter for the rest of her remaining time in the yellow tent, and Nyxly picked up on the fluctuation in her mood after their sessions came to an end. “I thought by now you would be incredibly relaxed, but you still seem to be holding a lot of tension in your shoulders. Shall we go to the red tent and watch the fire dancers? It is an event that draws a crowd, so I do suggest we head there early.”

Outside the enclosure of the tent, nightfall brought in cooler breezes from the ocean and Kara saw that some of the festival goers changed into costumes. She moved along in-step with Nyxly and a delta led them into another tent with a hole in the top and a raging fire beneath it.

Andrea appeared with a blonde, curly-haired omega and sat down in the row behind them. Her hand rested on Kara’s shoulder as she leaned forward to speak to Nyxly. “Are you enjoying the festivities? I saw you earlier, but I thought if I said hello it would be mixing business with pleasure.”

“Business is pleasure for me,” Nyxly corrected and stuck her chin out sharply as she turned to eye Kara. “I’ve had a fine day with Kara. Seeing how she reacts to every little frivolity has changed my experience. I’ve appreciated it more this year.”

“You wouldn’t be the first to live vicariously through an alpha.” Andrea smiled at the notion and removed her hand just to push a lock of hair behind Kara’s ear. “I have no idea how you managed to get her a pass to our midsummer festivities, but I approve.”

Kara knew better than to flinch away from a beta’s touch, but she resented Andrea’s familiarity with her and saw Nyxly glare at the beta businesswoman in subtle dislike. Their conversation ended as the sound of music marked a start to the performance.

Six omegas took their places near the blaze and began a hypnotic dance that took Kara’s mind off the betas in her company. The omegas wore red lingerie and silk scarves in the shades of the fire.

The thin fabric was delicate and teased the audience while the omegas swayed their hips and raised their arms to the dark sky above. They moved in unison, playful and light on their feet as they turned and twirled.

Kara mistook the entertainment as a ritual of sorts, to worship the fire and not to invoke a heat within the onlookers. She admired the dances the way any alpha would, her blood running hot as they turned to one another, caressing arms and faces before spinning off towards the crowd.

The dance became more intimate when she could see their faces clearly. One omega held her eye while she gyrated, and Kara followed her hands as they cupped her own breasts.

Kara didn’t mean to exhale so loudly or become so wrapped up in the performance that her alpha announced attraction with an unmistakable musk. It must have reached all of the omegas at the same time, because one broke away from her place at the side and removed her negligee, compelling the rest to do the same.

Kara didn’t realize it was Lena until the omega claimed the spot ten feet from where she sat, defiant and as wild as the flames behind her. She was naked save for the beautiful golden chains that clipped to each of her nipples, and linked between the crest of her thighs. The metal glinted in the light of the fire, alluring and provocative, and Kara had the impulse to tug on it.

She stayed rooted to her seat, aware of Nyxly and Andrea watching her, and felt her shorts tighten painfully as the omegas stepped forward. They had become the fire, heating up the audience with their overt sexuality. While the betas and deltas and omicrons all enjoyed the show, none of them had the urges of an alpha. They didn’t feel the pull of desire the same way Kara did, or the danger of being tempted by it.

Lena must have known what she was doing with her twists and spins, because the faster Kara breathed, the quicker she moved. The chains swayed and glittered, tugging on Lena’s nipples so that they stayed perfectly stiff and swollen and easily seen by everyone facing her direction. The gold that pressed between the folds of her cunt looked shinier than the rest, and through the smoky air, Kara inhaled her unique perfume.

“Captivating, isn’t she? Even with a scent masker you can tell she’s in heat just from the way she moves,” Andrea whispered, her lips so close to Kara’s ear that she shivered involuntarily. She reached across Kara to beckon Lena closer, and every other omega picked a member in the front row to encroach upon.

Kara had no idea what was coming, and she swung her gaze to Nyxly, who merely clasped her hand and intoned quietly, “Stay relaxed, and don’t touch her. Omegas are allowed to do as they please during this performance.”

Lena was so close that Kara could feel her breath ghosting across her cheek. Kara swallowed, not in worry but to prohibit the growl that so desperately wanted to free itself from her chest.


Andrea reached with both hands over Kara’s shoulders and Lena laced her fingers through them and used the leverage to sit on Kara’s lap. She gyrated with slow and controlled movements, rubbing her cunt all over Kara’s concealed erection like she planned to take it. Kara groaned, helpless and aroused while Lena smirked down at her and presented her breasts right at her face.

Kara couldn’t taste her skin, couldn’t lay a single finger on her unless Lena encouraged it. Her cock throb indignantly as she fought every instinct of her alpha to grab and mount Lena in front of everyone, her tortured grunt loud enough to bring a smile to Lena’s face.

Lena tilted her hips to slide her pussy lips over Kara’s shaft and leaned in close to breathe out a moan. It sounded more intimate than any of the noises she made during sex, and she stared Kara in the eye as she began to pleasure herself with undulations entirely from her pelvis. She mimicked the motions of mating, and the slipperiness of her cunt stimulated the tip of Kara’s cock to push inside of her, the fabric no longer an obstacle. It ripped apart at the seam and Kara’s erection pressed into Lena’s smooth inner lips, stopping just shy of deeper penetration.

“Is my heat getting to you?” Lena husked against her earlobe, biting it with a smile that Kara could feel. “Are you overcome by your indiscriminate urges?”

“I’m capable of self-restraint,” Kara growled, though her body seemed to defy her tongue and her hips lifted in an attempt to access Lena’s cunt.

“Your alpha says otherwise,” Lena countered slyly and rolled her pelvis to grind her clitoris over the plump rim of Kara’s tip. “You would have me on all fours right here in the sand if it weren’t for the rules.”

As if to torment her, Lena bounced subtly on her lap, and the engorged head of Kara’s cock poked into the velvet of her cunt.

Kara moaned as she entered the warm slick embrace of Lena’s pussy and strained for more. Lena denied the request by locking her thighs tightly around Kara’s and sliding just the head shallowly into her entrance. That close contact was a tease, and Kara experienced a relief like no other from every caress of Lena’s labia and the spread of her opening.

Lena scooted off her lap and Kara’s parched mouth hung open as the omega bent down in front of her and slurped along her heavy erection from bottom to top. The flick of Lena’s tongue was sensational, but the most sublime pleasure came from the omega sucking on her tip and pumping her fist over Kara’s shaft.

Lena rendered her stiff and aching with three long pulls on her dick and Kara moaned in tandem with Andrea, who watched over her shoulder.

All around them omegas straddled members of the audience and touched themselves. The lewd display was all a performance, and the mingled scents of their pheromones all affected Kara. She was harder than usual, and a few of the nearby omegas seemed to be staring in envy at her cock while they rubbed the slippery crease of their cunts with only their fingers.

Kara’s eyes remained fixed on Lena, and her lidded, accusatory gaze, as if she expected Kara’s attention to waver. The moody look of earlier finally registered to Kara as jealousy, and she angled her hips up so that her cock was near Lena’s mouth.

“Look at you begging to feel me, did they not service you properly in the yellow tent?”

“I declined their offer,” Kara asserted with a smug jut of her chin. She called to Lena’s omega by pheromones alone and provoked the omegas in the process. Some climaxed spontaneously by inhaling her musk, and others stuffed themselves with more fingers.

Lena salivated, her lips stretched wide as she took Kara all the way into her throat with a series of gulps.

The sweet restriction threatened to break Kara’s resolved and it took Andrea and Nyxly restraining her arms to stop her hands from falling on Lena’s head. She groaned at the divine pleasure bestowed upon her, and watched, enraptured by Lena’s hunger to have as much as she could take.


The sloppy sound of her mouth working up and down Kara’s shaft was a private chorus only for them. Kara grunted, her thighs tense and shaft rigid as her release threatened to explode out of her cock.

Lena sat up to work the girthy pole with both of her hands, her mouth still open as she pumped her fists to get the warm spurts of seed. They shot out of Kara at an alarming rate, splashing Lena’s chin and breasts. She wasn’t given any time to recover as Lena fluttered her tongue along the sensitive ridges beneath the brim of her head. The fast flicks and continued massage at her knot-base had Kara loudly expressing her pleasure as more surged out of her cock.

Lena rubbed the cream over her breasts and cunt. She licked whatever landed on her lips, staring at Kara the entire time as she leaned back to push the excess between her glossy inner lips. To be scented so thoroughly by an alpha’s seed was indecent, and the display ensured Kara remained erect and ready to breed.

The audience applauded, loud and rowdy from the erotic performance, and they stood up to join the dancers in their retreat. Lena slinked off with them, and Andrea exited her seat soon after, leaving Kara alone with Nyxly perched at her side.

Nyxly squinted her kohl-lined eyes and slipped a consoling hand onto Kara’s shoulder. “I don’t much understand the behaviors of omegas, but it seems you’ve done something to bring out Lena’s competitive nature. You would do well to use that to your advantage.”

That short pep talk was far from reassuring and Kara drifted out of the tent in disgrace at her torn clothes. Nyxly ushered her down the beach and into another opulent reed structure near the blue pavilion.

“You should retire early tonight and get rest,” Nyxly instructed as she arranged the coverlets on  a canopy bed draped in the finest of silks. “I’ll be close by if you need me. I know I needn’t explain that you shouldn’t try to escape, but there are sand bots that clean the beaches at night. They punish any omega who leaves her bed, and you smell rather like an omega right now.”

Under other circumstances, Kara would have indulged in the comforts of such a suite — but she grumpily wiped herself off with strips of cloth, ignoring Nyxly’s warning out of petulance.

“Right, I’ll leave you to sulk,” Nyxly snapped more harshly and gestured to a box with other basic items. “There’s a few needles and some thread in that kit in the corner if you wish to repair your new clothes.”

Kara ought to have thanked her lanista, yet she pressed her lips together and waited for Nyxly to leave before huffing out a breath and tearing off her shorts.

The blue tunic she wore earlier in the day hung over a chair, though she dared not wear it while she smelled so thoroughly of Lena’s nectar. The amorous perfume still toyed with Kara’s alpha, and her arousal refused to abate.

She sighed at the sorry state of herself and rummaged in the box that Nyxly left behind. Among the threads and needles were a bar of soap, a sponge, and a smaller softer cloth that Kara immediately soaked in the pitcher of water left by her bed. She scrubbed herself down with the the soap and washed her thighs clean of Lena’s scent.

It wasn’t defiance that made Kara slip back into her tunic and leave her designated sleeping area, it was hunger, and a pressing need to quell her other appetites by gorging herself on food.


She blended in with the deltas and omicrons, who all wore tunics now that the sun had lowered in the sky. None bothered her as she entered a tent with plentiful dishes and she didn’t linger to eat. Instead she filled a plate full of fresh fruits and tender smoked meats, and grabbed two flasks of wine.

Kara planned to eat by the beach on the cooling sands alone. This was a rare occasion where fighting and death was so far from her consciousness that she tasted the freedom of what life could have been if she was not an alpha. She devoured the meats first, licking at her fingers as she watched a figure in a pale robe rush along the reeded structures.

It struck Kara as odd when the person stopped to peek inside each one, as though looking for someone. Then out of the dancing shadows, a bot emerged and flogged the figure with brightly lit ropes. The hood fell from the person’s head and Kara was stunned to discover Lena hissing at the punishment that would continue to rain down on her until she was in a bed.

Armed with exotic fruits and wine, Kara tore off down the beach and held her arm up to receive the punishing whip before the second strike hit Lena.

“She’s with me. This is her room,” Kara grunted to the bot and ushered Lena inside and out of the way while it assessed her with a sweep of a laser.

It made a few whirring noises and beeped as it hovered off down the beach and away from where Lena cowered by the bed.

“You shouldn’t have run off from your tent. What if I hadn’t been there?” Kara lectured, dropping her bounty onto the bed to stare at Lena incredulously.

“I was counting on you being here. Maybe if you had been, I wouldn’t have been thrashed,” Lena griped, her irritation a front for the vulnerable and meek way she huddled in on herself.

Kara postured instinctively at Lena’s fragile state, puffing herself up even though she frowned down at the omega. She knelt in front of her, careful not to alarm her as she held out a hand and motioned for Lena to disrobe. “Let me see the damage that it afflicted.”

“You should worry about your own,” Lena whispered, her gaze falling to the tattered cloth on Kara’s forearm that had been sliced by the flogger.

The skin beneath was reddened and angry looking, and Kara kept it out of sight as she peeled Lena’s robe off her back as delicately as she could manage. Long red welts blazed across Lena’s mid back, and Kara winced at them because she knew how they stung.

“Stay still while I tend to these. They’ll fade by morning.” Kara gathered the soft cloth she had used for bathing to cool down the marks on Lena’s skin.

Lena restrained the dark curtain of her hair and peered over her shoulder at Kara’s methodical work. Kara started at the top of the welt and let the icy water soothe the pain.

“So, why are you here? Did you want to speak with me?” Kara whispered, more subdued in the presence of the omega, who was breathing softly now that she tended the sting of her injuries.

Lena let go of her long tresses and they hung over her breasts as she turned to regard Kara. “I hadn’t been planning on it when I left my bed. I figured we would spend the night mating, but my heat must be affecting my mind because I nearly said yes.”

They stared at each other for a charged moment and Lena laced their fingers together, peering down at Kara’s hands like they were a wondrous and strange thing.

“Why didn’t you touch the omegas who tended to you earlier?” Lena muttered to her lap and her brows came together inquisitively as she checked out the blisters on Kara’s palms and the scars from catching weapons without any armor to protect the skin. “They wanted you, and you could have had them both. You could have filled their wombs.”

Kara instinctively slid a hand down to the sacred place below Lena’s navel, where a pup would be nourished in the omega’s womb. “Are you—?”

“No,” Lena whimpered in disappointment, pouting her lip before she could control her omega’s instant reaction to that question.

Kara touched her mouth, caressed her lip and leaned in to kiss it.

Witnessing this softer side of the omega stirred Kara’s alpha into acknowledging deeper
truths she had tried to silence within herself. Complicated feelings all centred around her instinct to breed – but she longed for a mate and Lena was the closest she would ever come to having one.


“I will give you a pup tonight if it makes you happy.”

Lena moved to slide off her hooded robe the rest of the way and lie on her back. She put out her arms to Kara and opened her legs, but before they could kiss again, she turned her face away.

“Tell me why you didn’t breed with those other omegas. I saw you building sandcastles with those children. You could have a lot of pups—”

“None that I would be allowed to care for as a sire,” Kara uttered and brought Lena’s face back to her own with a steady hand. “At least with you I know they will have a home and a mother who cherishes them.”

Other questions burned in Kara’s mind, but she would rather have bit off her tongue than breathe them aloud.

Lena’s relationship with her lanista Andrea brought out the possessiveness of Kara’s alpha and she didn’t want it to ruin the moment between them. It felt like she was seeing who Lena truly was behind all of the misguided aggression, and perhaps it would be enough just to have her for one night.

The quietest of whimpers called to her alpha, and Kara slid her hands up the pale expanse of Lena’s thighs. She parted them, pushing her knees out so that her cock could press into the slick crease where Lena’s need gathered. They had the luxury of time and privacy, and without eyes on them, Kara tamed her alpha and sank into the heated silk of Lena’s cunt.

Lena snared her by the neck and lifted her pelvis, and Kara’s hand settled beneath her backside to encourage the undulation. Their gradual rocking brought their hips together almost lazily as their mouths met for another kiss. They touched like lovers would, not in the rushed and demanding ways they came together in the past.

Kara grazed the forbidden places on the omega’s neck and groaned at how wet Lena became from it. The breeding slick inside of Lena was thicker and creamier from her heat and allowed Kara to penetrate deeper. The coordinated gyration of their movements prepared Lena’s channel for the kind of mating that would produce a pup.

“You’ll have to go faster than that if you plan to fill my womb with your seed,” Lena whined, unnerved by the softness they showed one another. She tipped her chin up to avert her eyes and moaned when Kara kissed a trail from her jawline to her breasts.

“Your omega needs this attention from me. Your womb is more susceptible to a mate you care for,” Kara asserted and puckered her lips around one of Lena’s nipples. They were still swollen from her dancing, and Kara swirled the tip of her tongue over each of them, giving gentle pulls with her lips until Lena gasped and held her tightly.

“You think I care for you?” Lena asked, not nearly as harsh as she usually spoke when addressing Kara. She craned upward, unable to hide the satisfaction Kara brought her, and shuddered at the glide of an alpha cock rutting her open.

“Why else would you compete for my attention? You scented yourself for all to see,” Kara reminded her, palming at Lena’s breasts only to wrap her hand around Lena’s throat. She pushed her into the bed to assert herself as a worthy alpha and caressed the underside of Lena’s jaw with her thumb.

“You’re more tolerable than I first thought,” Lena moaned, all pretenses lost as her omega perfumed the air with her admiration and lust. She hid her face in the crook of her own elbow and moaned at the quickened pace that pinned her against the bed.

“You’re every bit as soft as I imagined,” Kara proved it by caressing between Lena’s labia with two fingers, her sensual massage looping circles over Lena’s clitoris.

The controlled friction labored Lena’s breaths and she bit at her lip while her thighs trembled. Kara enjoyed the sight of her so prone and stretched, and lunged harder, forcing the tip of her erection against Lena’s cervix.

“Do you spend much time imagining me?” Lena hooked her hand behind Kara’s neck and looked her straight in the eye as she gasped and went into orgasm.

The strokes that rubbed the omega the deepest seemed to push her into more pleasurable spasms, which brought a certain ecstatic and open-mouthed look to her face. Lena clung harder while her climax persisted and pierced Kara’s skin with the passionate scrape of her nails.

Kara moaned from the fluctuating pulsations around her girth and continued to stimulate Lena’s clit. She mapped out slow whorls over the expanse of the small peak, captivated by the omega’s glassy eyed bliss.

“More than I care to admit,” Kara confided, lowering her own defenses to match Lena’s vulnerability. She understood the risks of being seen as weak, but speaking about her emotions seemed to enamor Lena. “My favorite dreams are the ones that feature you.”

That secret lifted Lena’s backside, and she took Kara by surprise by moaning into her ear and then flipping them over.

“I’ve woken wet and restless long before my heat started, I blame you for that,” Lena rasped, spreading her legs wider as she stayed straddled over Kara’s lap. The pale mound of her sex looked like the blushing fruits Kara had feasted on and just as juicy with Lena’s arousal.

“Then I was right, you crave to have me in your cunt more than you want a child,” Kara bragged, though her smugness was a breathless groan as Lena rode her with determination.

The partition of her cunt rubbed into the solid muscle of Kara’s pelvis and Lena whimpered at the pressure against her clit.

“I’ll settle for both,” Lena declared, bolder now that she felt a connection forming between them.

Kara cultivated it by grabbing Lena’s hips, her fingers pressing crescent moons into her creamy skin as she bucked up with rougher strokes.

She bounced Lena with the force of her slams, striking her between the legs so loudly that anyone on the beach would know the only alpha in attendance was breeding an omega. It riled Kara’s alpha to perform, but Lena fought for that right by leaning forward to hold Kara down by the shoulders.

Normally that would have done nothing. Kara’s strength was unmatched, especially by Lena, but the controlled contractions that pulled on her cock granted Lena all the power.

Kara grunted, her rhythm interrupted and her toes curling into the mattress that squeaked from their energetic rutting. Lena’s breasts were just shy of grazing her lips, and Kara’s hands smoothed up her waist as she pushed into the wet cavern that brought them both such pleasure.

“If you want the rights to my cunt, you had better breed it, Kara, or they’ll find another alpha,” Lena intoned, airy and light and no less wicked as she took hold of Kara’s jaw and stared down at her like she issued a challenge.

The thought of anyone else having Lena evoked a snarl from her, and thick, hot jets of seed blasted out of her cock. It was territorial to hold Lena down, and pure alpha greed to continue pumping into her as though determined to breach the barrier deeper within.

“Push it into my womb, give me your pup,” Lena begged, shuddering as she verged on another orgasm. She palmed at her breasts, jaw slack and back bowed, and reached for Kara’s hand to lace their fingers.

The scent of their heat-bonding would catch on the wind and blow around through the reed huts. Kara craved more of it, all of the natural perfumes of sex and the surrender of Lena’s inhibitions.

“Spend each day of your heat just like this, and I swear you will leave here with my pup already growing inside of you.” Kara bounced the omega again, pounding into the satisfied honey inside of Lena’s pussy.

The orgasmic internal clenching both stroked the seed from Kara’s shaft and encouraged the thickening of a wide knot. It expanded faster than Kara could control it, and Lena’s cunt stretched with the rounded swell. Lena moved her hips, whimpering as the knot held her in place and would no longer slide out.

Kara wondered about the softness and contentment that came over the omega as she settled down on top of her chest.

Lena nestled into Kara’s shoulder and retreated into a tranquil silence at the sounds of the waves crashing on the beach.  “Tomorrow I’ll be at the green tent for most of the morning if you wish to come find me. I think you’ll be interested in what goes on there.”

“I don’t suppose you’ll tell me in advance?” Kara asked, pondering the multitude of options, though she lacked the imagination to come up with a marvel that could top what she experienced so far.

“It will be more fun for me if I don’t.” Lena slyly patted Kara on the chest and glanced admiringly at her muscular build. “All I can say is that you should get some rest because it will exhaust you.”