Disobedience and Devotion [Sequel] - Chapter 2

Disobedience and Devotion:
Chapter 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/disobedience-and-31718061
Chapter 2: https://www.patreon.com/posts/disobedience-and-32116254
Chapter 3:https://www.patreon.com/posts/disobedience-and-32886179
Chapter 4: https://www.patreon.com/posts/disobedience-and-34266140
Chapter 5: https://www.patreon.com/posts/disobedience-and-35983197
Chapter 6: https://www.patreon.com/posts/disobedience-and-38540678
Chapter 7: https://www.patreon.com/posts/disobedience-and-39940323
Chapter 8: https://www.patreon.com/posts/disobedience-and-42573716
Chapter 9: https://www.patreon.com/posts/disobedience-and-45865961
Chapter 10: https://www.patreon.com/posts/disobedience-and-48981631
Sequel, Chapter 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/disobedience-and-54046622 

Word count: 8,102

Lena took much satisfaction from the peak of Kara’s rut — not just from the mating itself, but also from the reversal of their roles at such times. On Sunday morning, she insisted upon keeping Kara flat in bed with an erection that was far wider than the largest cricket bat she had ever held and a knot swollen to such proportions that it put the ball for such games to shame.

“You must lie-in, my love, for your own good,” Lena crooned with much merriment, and rubbed her hands down Kara’s enlarged shaft until the foreskin was plum and sensitive to even her softest touch. She had traced her tongue over the egress, licking up droplets of desire and puckering her lips to soothe Kara’s raging rut.

It seemed no matter how frequent their mating, Kara still continued on in restless fever, and Lena ordered all of their meals to be taken in the bedroom until her mate’s condition improved. Around noon, Winn brought them a tray of chicken with warm bread and churned butter, along with tarts made of the fresh fruit from their orchards. Lena wrapped herself up in her dressing gown, and Kara groaned as her breasts disappeared behind the silken material.

Kara stretched a hand out from the bed like one so infirmed she couldn’t stand, and Lena approached the door to gather the food from Winn.

“I’ve been instructed by Alexandra to give you this,” Winn whispered and pressed a small brown bottle of tincture into Lena’s hand. “It is more potent than standard. A single drop under the tongue should soothe Clark’s rut and make him ready to handle his duties tomorrow.”

Lena accepted the tincture with the hope that Winn would be forthcoming about what he knew. “Which particular duties?”

“Welcoming Mr. Henshaw, the new magistrate,” Winn replied and tucked his hands in front of him, as if loath to provide more details about the mysterious man who would be arriving to their village.

The name Henshaw reminded Lena of a story she had read in the papers several years before, when she had been plotting to forsake her role as an omega and live outside the laws of their society—but she couldn’t recall what significance she attached to the stranger’s person.

“I see, and I suppose this is yet another thing my darling husband chose to keep from me due to my condition.” Lena closed the door on Winn before the beta could persuade her otherwise, and then set the tray of food aside with care not to disturb the ledgers on Kara’s desk.

She allowed the robe to fall from her shoulders in a provocative tease that barely concealed the dusky peaks of her nipples and sat astride the bed with a generous pout to her lips.

“I am to quell your rut with this tincture, though I am of split mind on whether you truly need it.” Lena held the bottle out of Kara’s reach only to tuck it into the cleft of her bosom with a perverse smile. If her alpha continued to keep certain truths from her, then it seemed fair that she should take advantage of the hand she was dealt to uncover the secrets that Kara protected.

“Wouldn’t you much prefer I continue tending to you myself?”

It was hardly a question, given the sorry state of her alpha. Lena was well aware that the solace Kara wished for was between her legs, and yet she took no pity on her mate as she raised her gown up about her waist to flaunt the wet place Kara coveted most.

Gruff though Kara’s voice was, it lacked the dominant nature of an alpha ready to take charge. So overwrought with her rut, she merely motioned with her finger to bring Lena closer. “Return to my lap. We need not bother with such herbal remedies when the cure resides in the sweet folds of your cunt.”

With her lips aslant and her eyebrow arched, Lena lowered herself into place, but before the expansive head of Kara’s cock slid into the warm refuge between her thighs, she lifted back up again and out of reach.

“Tell me, who is this Mr. Henshaw you’re to welcome into town?” Lena clasped her mate’s handsome chin and stared into the cloudy blue of her eyes. “You used to share all of the details of your work. As of late, it feels like you’ve been talking to me less and less.”

“No, Lee—Lena—I assure you that is not the case.” Kara took a strenuous deep breath and put her hands on the swell of Lena’s hips to pull them down.

The graceful slip of her cunt rubbing over Kara’s erection came to a sudden end as Lena eased up on it.

“So, what else have you been keeping from me as I near my time to lie in?” Lena knew it was devious to withhold herself, and yet the fault for that remained with Kara for leaving her no other choice. “Do you think that giving birth to your pups will compromise my mind in some way?”

“The only thing sharper than your mind is your tongue, and I would rather lose a hand than see either of them dulled by mundane talk of my work,” Kara professed with the slightest frown of her brows.

“Those are pretty words from an alpha who has yet to share the details of their comings and goings. Perhaps the tincture is better suited for you after all,” Lena hummed in thought and plucked the small bottle out of its voluptuous sanctuary to inspect it with a keen eye.

“I only mean to keep you from trouble until our pups are safely birthed,” Kara rushed to explain. She held tight to the fabrics that tumbled down Lena’s thighs as a means to hold her steady and bunched them up to glimpse the delicate radiance which parted over the swollen glans of her cock.

“And why would I cause trouble over a magistrate?” Lena inquired with a cunning undulation that brought the ruby head to a natural and lubricated resting spot. The gentle flutter of her entrance bestowed wet kisses to Kara’s cock in a manner that brought heat to both of their faces.

“Given your history in this town, I fear your reputation precedes you,” Kara divulged through a moan of pure gratitude. She angled her hips to better feel the intimate tremor which Lena refused to let her breach through. “If anyone would speak their mind to a newcomer, the entire village is well aware it would be you.”

“You think I’m incapable of showing self-restraint?” Lena postulated with a sly smile that only served to highlight the sudden danger her mate found herself in.

“I think your free spirit prevents you from living within the limitations imposed on your sex,” Kara corrected in clear hope of smoothing over the friction between them.

“Then perhaps now would be an opportune time to remind you of the range of my self control,” Lena threatened, allowing Kara’s member to poke into the hidden velvet of her canal. She watched the hooded lust weigh heavily on Kara’s lashes and then she rose up with a plan to leave the alpha to wallow in her misery for a while.

“Wait, Lena,” Kara rasped, too proud to beg her mate to stay, yet stubborn enough to keep her grip on Lena’s gown. “I only know Henshaw to be a strict man from the whispers I have heard from the council. None are happy about his arrival, but we must tread carefully.”

Lena stalled in her retreat and settled in Kara’s lap to reward the moment of honesty with a gentle caress from her cunt. She rubbed it over the purple tinted head and slipped her hand around the shaft to push it inside her warm chasm. Her tantalizing constriction wrapped around Kara’s thickened lance and she sank onto more of it as her mate groaned.

“Oh—yes—stay with me,” Kara gasped, still clinging to the edges of Lena’s gown with curled fingers. She buried all of her erection inside of Lena’s cunt with a firm buck and kissed her bare breasts with moans of adulation. “You must let me rut you, Lena. This fever feels like it will never abate.”

“My cunt will soothe you,” Lena whispered and brought her lips close to Kara’s in bewitching seduction. “Just promise that you shall speak openly from now on and share all of your concerns in the privacy of our bedroom, just as you did before you got me with pups.”

Of all the power Lena had learned to wield in their marriage, none was more effective than sheathing Kara’s cock during a rut. The softest coaxing of the slippery ridges embracing the alpha’s shaft were all it took to influence her mate, and she swayed her with only a bounce or two.

“I will, now brace yourself against my shoulders, I must have you deeper,” Kara exhaled, the rush of words tumbling off of her tongue in her haste to slip it between Lena’s lips.

The kiss was messy with Kara’s greed, and Lena’s lips would surely be plump from the voracity her mate displayed, though she still tasted victory in the meeting of their mouths.

She gave her mate no time to retract her promise by bearing down on her swollen shaft so that the silken lips of her cunt enveloped the knot. The tease of harboring the rounded bulge resulted in a stilted groan, and Lena held her mate at bay with the weight of her palms resting on the broad curve of Kara’s strong shoulders.

“You see the trouble you cause yourself by suppressing your ruts with these tonics?” Lena gloated, believing wholeheartedly that the reason for such a terrible rut lay with delaying it in the first place.

 
She smirked at Kara’s fitful attempt to get the upper hand, and cowed her with the restrictive heat of her cunt binding around the bulk of her knot.

“More, take more,” Kara grunted, in no position to bark any orders when her rigid member jerked in spontaneous release.


The delicate fabric of Lena’s gown tore at the seams in Kara’s calloused hands and she grasped at her waist to pull her down.Viscous seed emptied into Lena’s velvet clutch with every satisfying throb, and she moaned, delighted to be spread open anew with the girth of such an enormous knot. Lena wished she could look upon it as it nestled so completely inside her cunt, though her pregnant belly prohibited that.

“It’s high time you listened to me when it comes to such important matters, my love. Relinquish your pride and admit I know what’s best for you,” Lena whispered in sultry provocation.


It was all a ruse to enact her own perverse desires in the hopes of Kara dominating her sexually. She knew her omega would never submit without a glorious fight, and it had been so long since they battled in the bedroom.

“You would have me agree to anything and everything while I am mad with fever for you,” Kara grunted and charged upwards to sate herself within the heat of Lena’s cunt. She locked both hands firm about the waist to halt her from pulling off the knot.

Lena whined in surprise at how Kara snared her and trapped in place for a rutting she would forever remember. It sounded much like a whip landing hard between her thighs and Kara’s bucks nearly unseated her. She hooked her feet over the curve of her mate’s legs and braced herself by much more ardently holding fast to Kara’s chest and shoulders.

“If you were not already heavy with child, I would have bred you tonight,” Kara conceded, her teeth grating together in a groan that accompanied a hot outpouring of seed deep in Lena’s channel. “Before I took you for a wife, everyone advised me to keep you full and bred, and I confess that is all I think about lately.”

Kara’s sentiments burned hot through Lena’s loins with the feverish impact and she was appalled by how little it infuriated her. To be thought of as nothing more than breeding stock was an affront to her sensibilities, and yet her own omega saw fit to declare her pleasure at being chosen by the alpha. Wet spasms coiled like a fist around Kara’s member and Lena shuddered as she neared a pinnacle.

It went against everything she valued to admit that she had toyed with the idea of being homebound and mounted, whereby her only purpose was to keep her legs open for Kara. Yet the wanton nature of Lena’s heart silently begged for Kara to treat her in such a manner.

“I should have known you were just like the others,” Lena gasped, if only to feel the power that resided within Kara’s thighs as the alpha took out her frustration on her cunt.

The rougher bucks jostled her like no other and she reached her peak with an erotic moan just as Kara’s lips puckered over one of her aching nipples.

“I may be amenable to that torrid notion if only you stay honest within our marriage.” Lena’s breathy whines became keening and long and she writhed, unabashed in how she tended her own needs by grinding her clitoris into the veins that stretched across Kara’s knot.

The friction encouraged a thick blast of seed, and Lena welcomed all of it deep in her cunt as she rode faster upon Kara’s cock.

Kara cupped her backside and kissed her full breasts to a blushing pink, leaving each nipple hard and tender. With a harsher collision of thrusts, Lena whimpered and whined, feeling the knot enlarge between her inner lips and expand her canal to its width. The glorious sensation brought them both close to euphoria, but Lena refused to let the bulk of it settle inside of her until Kara groaned out, “Yes.”

It meant as much as a binding contract to her, and Lena trembled from the pleasurable success of her manipulations. They turned on the bed, positioned on pillows that let them lie close together even with the roundness of her belly.  She stroked her mate’s cheek and shivered at the constancy of pulsing spasms inside of her cunt.

“You are so good to me,” Lena whispered with a slow and intentional constriction around the breadth of the knot. “Tomorrow, you will take your tonic in the morning, and by afternoon you shall return to find me waiting in your bed—”

The quietest knock came at the door to interrupt Lena’s talk of plans, and after Kara drew a thick woolen blanket over her nakedness, Winn meekly stepped inside.

“I apologize for intruding, but a coachman just delivered an urgent letter from Mr. Henshaw, and Nia insisted I bring it to you straightaway.”

Kara reached out to grab the envelope from Winn’s outstretched hand and they both refused to look at one another out of shared embarrassment. Lena plucked the letter from Kara’s grasp and read the contents of it out loud.

Dear Mr. Danvers,

Please join me for a party in celebration of my arrival. It will commence on Tuesday evening after the wonderful frivolity you have all planned.

Beginning with the finest cordials and ales from the South, we shall enjoy an evening of music, dance, and dining. I look forward to making your acquaintance, and whether she is in a state to attend, I extend my welcome to your wife.

Respectfully yours,

The Honorable Hank Henshaw

The very air within the room seemed to frost over once she had finished the letter. Without glancing at her mate, she could feel how wrought with tension Kara’s limbs became, and as an unfortunate effect, the knot that had swollen to wonderful proportions wilted away far sooner than expected.

“What frivolity does he speak of?” Lena inquired with rising suspicion that narrowed her eyes in accusation.

What more could Kara be hiding from her?

“Surely not the dedication ceremony?” Winn interjected, perturbed by the coinciding dates, though he dared not raise his gaze when they remained huddled in bed in a state of undress.

Kara snatched the paper out of Lena’s hand to scrutinize the message with lips so pinched they barely existed on her face. “Obviously a mistake has been made. I was informed I would be greeting Henshaw on Monday, which we are all aware is tomorrow.”

“How gracious of him to invite me, and how fortunate that I will already be in town to attend the ceremony with the rest of the omegas,” Lena lilted and pried the delicate paper out from Kara’s fingers with a smile designed to distract. “We will have a fine time at his celebration.”

The reek of Kara’s ire alerted the household to her darkened mood and she postured behind the sheet with an arrogant lift of her chin. “We assuredly shall not, for you will not be coming.”

Lena gasped at the alpha’s audacity and brandished the note like she may beat Kara with it. “This invitation is clearly addressed to us both, and I will not have you making a scene by escorting me off once the ceremony is over.”

“You make a fair point,” Kara grunted and turned her attention to the Winn with a growl. “Please inform Nia that my wife is to lie-in starting tonight, and if she so much as manages to poke a toe out of her room, the entire household will be punished as I see fit.”

“You cannot mean that after all you just promised!” Lena shrieked, her brows drawn together to mask the hurt she felt.

She shoved at Kara’s shoulders, huffing in her attempt to distance herself from the alpha, though all she accomplished was rolling onto her back like a tortoise unable to right herself.

Kara caught Lena by the wrist before she wobbled right off the bed in anger. “Something about this entire affair does not sit well in my gut, and though I may indulge your wildest whims, now is not the time for them.”

“Might I be excused?” Winn frowned with a nod towards the door, and he only shuffled out after Kara waved him off to do her bidding.

Lena freed herself of Kara’s grip and reached for her dressing gown. She tied the garment tight about her waist and held up the stoppered bottle of tonic to catch the light. The amber drink would dull Kara’s rut arousal, and it was a merciless act to open the window and fling it out.

The servants down below let out a groan and Lena knew the liquid must have landed all over them. She glowered over at Kara and stalked out of the bedroom without a backwards glance.

Her own room was bright with afternoon sun, and she retreated inside with no intentions of following Kara’s orders. Nia entered to find her pulling gowns out of her wardrobe, and she gestured to the girl to help her dress.

“I’m going out for my usual walk this afternoon,” Lena declared and waited for the servant to contradict her.

“Shall I join you, and would you like a basket for collecting apples?” Nia asked, like she either had no idea of Kara’s demands, or otherwise chose to disobey them.

Lena determined it was the latter when she saw the twinkle of mischief in Nia’s eyes. She grabbed for the woven basket sitting near her hearth and put out her arm to Nia.

“Accompany me,” Lena directed and pulled the beta along before either of them could reconsider. “I do believe my dear Clark will be feeling unwell for the rest of the day. It’s a shame I’m so near my lying-in and I can’t be of more help.”

The sound of laughter stuck in Nia’s throat, and she coughed to dislodge it before guiding Lena down the hall. Mirth curled her lips, and she gave a light pat to Lena’s arm as they passed by Clark’s door. “My, what a pity, indeed.”

Whatever Nia believed about their quarrel, Lena assumed that the girl had firmly taken her side, however silently, and she shared a smirk with her at the sound of her mate’s bitter ranting. They never uttered a word about it, though their footsteps quickened towards the staircase.

On the way down, Lena spotted Winn by the door with his mouth agape, and she prepared herself for an argument that Nia swiftly circumvented. “There is a ruckus upstairs. You may wish to check on Clark. I fear his fever is getting the best of him.”

“You push him too far,” Winn warned with a scathing look and stomped up the grand staircase, only to stumble at the top when Clark appeared wild eyed and half dressed.

“Not another step,” Clark snarled, his dark eyes on Lena alone as he struggled for breath and wiped at the sweat that dripped from the crease of his brow. He looked haggard and restless with enough ill temper to shake the very foundations of the manor, all of which Lena took as a sign that she was winning their feud.

She stared at her mate in bold defiance and pushed through the front doors to step into the sunshine without an ounce of regret for her actions. Come what may, Lena would cling to what freedoms she had left when her belly was so swollen with pups. No one, not even her alpha, would be able to stop her.

Nia braved the wrath of Clark by dutifully keeping to Lena’s side, their arms an unbreakable chain that would have the rest of the house whispering as they observed from the safety of windows.


Curtains twitched by the panes of glass and Lena’s feet crunched the gravel of their path as Clark barreled out of the house, disheveled and messy in all the ways he never presented himself. His untucked shirt blew in the breeze and his pants were far too loose to stay on his hips and sagged almost indecently.

“Lena, so help me if you do not do as I say this minute, you will leave me no choice—”

“Choice?” Lena scoffed, the word ringing out in accusation. She faced her mate with haughty disdain and spat out in disgust, “Do not speak to me of choices you refuse to grant me. All summer I have been locked away while you hide things from me. I will not stand for it any longer!”

“Everything I do is to protect you and our household, and all I receive in return is your insolence and disobedience!” Clark raved, the veins in his neck popping to the surface as he strode over with an imposing and dominant stench.

“I am a person entitled to freedoms, not one of the mares in the field that requires constant observation,” Lena seethed, unwilling to calm down or lower her voice as her emotions got the best of her. She shunned Clark by refusing to let his hands land on her own and saw the hurt it caused as she leaned out of his reach.

“At least the mares know how to behave themselves,” Clark snapped, too proud to show vulnerability in front of an audience.

“Indeed, and they are the only ones you shall be riding henceforth!” Lena raged, forgetting how far her voice might carry in the quiet courtyard. “I hope they give you comfort!”

In her indignation, she led Nia further into the orchards and refused to give her mate any semblance of attention. It was disorienting to be so confronted with the persona of Clark after making love to Kara.

Strong sexual tension ran through their conflict, and the more Lena strutted around beneath the boughs of the apple trees, the more she realized abstinence was necessary to making her point.


Rut pheromones followed her as she picked ripe fruit, and Lena came to the ready conclusion that she would have to deny Kara use of her cunt for longer than a single evening. In the past, she had been unsuccessful with such double-edged punishments, but this time Kara was sweltering with rut fever, and she hoped that holding out for the length of two days would suffice to influence the stubborn alpha.

Lena remained outside in the breeze for the rest of the afternoon, and before sundown poured its golden light over the fields, she retired early to her bed. She distracted herself with a tepid bath and some light reading, and then drifted off to sleep without asking any of the servants how Kara was faring.

If she had known her mate was shaking all over in severe rut fever, Lena surely would never have slept as peacefully as she did.

In the morning, Lena discovered Kara asleep on a couch in her parlor and clinging to a pillow with her distinctive omega scents on it. She spied an erection in her mate’s trousers and patted it before hurrying off to the breakfast table.

Kara came in soon after and reached for a bread roll that she stuck straight into her mouth. Her appearance told Lena that she hadn’t bathed, or even combed her hair, and Lena wondered what else she could do to push the moment of crisis forward.

While Kara was outside speaking with the stable hands, Lena snuck into her home office and made herself comfortable in an armchair. She rubbed her cunt in that spot for the length of an hour, and by the time she finished, she knew that the whole household would think she had gone into heat. Her arousal saturated the fabric of Kara’s favored chair, and although Lena was several rooms away when Kara entered the office later in the day, she heard her mate’s loud groan.

Lena stayed out of sight and worked on her knitting until it was dinner time, and the servants bustled all around her like they were expecting a confrontation to take place between her and Clark. She entered the dining room in one of her flimsiest gowns and chose to sit at the end of the table instead of her usual seat at Kara’s righthand side.

“So now you will no longer sit beside me?” Kara rasped, at her wit’s end with the silence that carried on between them.

“Oh, I will. Tomorrow. In our carriage. Otherwise, never again.” Lena stoically avoided eye contact, and stared down at the plate of mutton Nia placed in front of her.

Sitting so far away had never been part of her plans, and yet she was feeling too aroused to venture any closer to Kara. Despite her fear that her own indecent scent would travel, it was Kara’s damnable frustration that filled the air and encroached on Lena’s space, invisible and overpowering her walls of defense. The moodier her mate became, the thicker her musk, and the rest of the household appeared to be suffering right along with her. Servants came and went so fast that Lena reasoned they must have held their breath to be spared from the pungent scent of her alpha.

The fork in Kara’s hand bowed towards the table as her fist clenched around it. “You think yourself clever to make demands of me, but I will tell you this: I would rather sit alone for the rest of time than give in to your foolishness.”

“Then you will have many days to reflect on how your bullish nature is the cause of your loneliness while I roam these halls in peace,” Lena insisted, her eyes finding Kara’s in a fleeting glance of indifference.

“Why wait until then,” Kara blustered, startling everyone with the abrupt slam of her palms against the solid wood of the table. She shoved the chair out from under herself and stalked off like she might be inclined to fight anyone in her path.

The maids by the door peered at Lena reproachfully, while others retreated in fear that their tension affect the rest of them.

Lena ate hastily and quietly in spite of her lack of appetite, and by late evening, she situated herself by her bedroom window where she could hear the crack of an axe splitting wood.

Far below by the barns, she could scarcely make out the shape of Kara in the twilight, cleaving logs with the kind of force Lena imagined she might have used on her cunt if given half the chance. It was a terrible thing to derive any sort of pleasure from their bickering, but in the privacy of her bed with the window wide open, that was exactly what she did.

She timed the thrust of her fingers with every heavy thump, and she knew the amorous scent of her would reach Kara before she peaked. It became a wicked flirtation, and the faster Kara chopped, the louder Lena moaned, and on it went until she shuddered to completion.

When she was fit to move to the window, the alpha was already gone. Lena entertained herself with fantasies of Kara returning to her, and contented herself with perverted notions of how tender her backside might be once Kara dealt out punishments.

The candle on her bedside dwindled with the passing hours and Lena worried that her plotting had backfired. She had not considered what might happen if her alpha refused to budge, or how lonesome she would feel to be left by herself. Regret prickled behind her eyelids and Lena soothed herself beneath the covers in order to fall asleep.

She awoke sharply the next morn with Nia bustling in with a tray of breakfast, and a new, fancier gown draped over her arm. “There’ll be no lying-in for you today. Clark has ordered you to be dressed appropriately for your visit into town.”

“I got my way?” Lena muttered in sleepy daze, and whipped the blanket off of herself so that Nia could help her right herself. The size of her middle made it difficult to do a great number of things, but her spirits lifted, and she perfumed the air with a pleased and victorious scent.

“So it would seem, though I advise you not to gloat about it,” Nia whispered kindly and swept the curls from Lena’s shoulders before handing her a cup of tea.

Nia helped her to bathe and dress before first light, and as she descended the long staircase, she saw that Kara was dressed in her finest garb and giving orders to the staff. Kara looked strong and handsome in her suit, and if not for the burning shade to her cheeks, Lena would have believed she had taken a tonic.

Lena smoothed her hands down her impeccable gown, over the pretty golden lace that adorned the front and the frilled skirts that must have cost a fortune. Her hair was pinned high around her face with summer blossoms, and she carried an ornamental paper fan that she waved against her warm neck. She pressed her lips together rather than utter a condescending remark, and took Kara’s arm so that her mate could escort her out to the carriage.

“Now, wouldn’t it have been much easier to just grant my wishes in the first place?” Lena whispered out of earshot of their servants.

“Do not mistake my acquiescence for approval. The only reason you are accompanying me is so that the stress of our fight does not affect our children,” Kara tersely informed her and held open the door to allow Lena into the carriage first. She followed a moment later after directing Winn and Nia into the second carriage that sat behind them, and then she signaled for the coachmen to begin the journey into town.

“In that case, I assume you have no need of my cunt,” Lena cooed, and did much the opposite of what was expected of her by opening the front of Kara’s trousers. She held onto her mate’s cock and sat with her head up high. Her mate could have batted her hand away, but her hot palm was wrapped around Kara’s thickened shaft, and she gave it a slow pull as their carriage rolled forward down the streets.

“Don’t think of how wet and warm I am,” Lena murmured with a pleasurable stroke up and down over the veined length of Kara’s member. “Nor of how you will breed me again when next you enter rut.”

Kara glowered out the small window, and to any who saw them passing, her dour expression gave nothing away of how her cock was being so delicately handled. The shaft strained in Lena’s grasp, eager and honest in how it jerked in happiness to be held once again, though the alpha attached to it showed no sign of softening.

“Given that being with child has made you even more contrary, breeding is far from my mind,” Kara intoned, and if not for the subtle tell of her jaw hardening to prevent any slip of her mask, Lena might have believed her.

She coiled her fingers where Kara’s foreskin rested beneath the plump glans of her erection and squeezed with intention.

“You promised me honesty and deliver nothing but fabrications,” Lena accused, her sultry tone capturing all of Kara’s attention. The lightest twist beckoned Kara’s hips forward and her grip prohibited any stroking. “You would breed me now if you could, right here in this cramped little carriage. I know how you enjoy a tight fit.”

The anger which resided within Kara gradually abated with Lena’s seduction, and she growled, not in agitation, but in hunger for her mate.


“I have more important things to worry about—”

“But not when I’m in your vicinity,” Lena uttered unfairly, bending as far as her belly would allow just to breathe over the purple head of Kara’s impressive length. It bobbed in excitement and valiantly tried to reach her lips, which she kept open and just out of reach. “Even out of rut, I can tell what’s on your mind just from the cut of your trousers. How frequently did you take yourself in hand last night just to get out the door this morning?”

“As an alpha, it is my right to keep some matters to myself,” Kara grunted and at last lowered her gaze to where Lena’s hand was locked around her heavy erection.

With a nod of acknowledgement if not agreement, Lena began to pump her small fist over the brim of Kara’s cock. Her languid tugs brought a purple tinge to the swollen glans, and she rubbed the shaft just to watch it grow all the thicker. Sooner than she anticipated, Kara started to thrust with force, and Lena latticed both sets of her fingers together to encircle her mate’s girth. She massaged the lower parts where a knot was rising and moaned at the thick propulsion of seed that splattered into her hands.

The quietest growl came from her mate’s lips, but she heard the timbre of it, and the clear instruction to present. Lena resisted her instincts and doubled her efforts to slide her hands up and down Kara’s length. She knelt on one of the soft cushions they kept in the carriage and braced herself against the seat so she could pucker her lips around Kara’s tip. The tang of her mate’s seed was all over her tongue, and she lapped it all up before kissing Kara’s enlarged rut cock.

Her omega pleaded internally for her to submit, but through the power of determination, she continued on with her passionate licking. She could no longer slide her lips around the head of Kara’s erection during so powerful a rut, and yet she gave it her best attempt. Kara put a weighty hand on her neck and pulled her forward to suck.

For the early part of their journey, Lena indulged her mate with her mouth. She waited until Kara’s cock throbbed with persistent need before ending it. As she sat back and supported herself on the bench of the seat, Kara growled louder for her to present.

“It seems that you desire my cunt after all,” Lena whispered with an arch smile, and then shifted onto her seat with far more work than it ever required before. Her spine and legs hurt from kneeling, and she winced as she settled down again.

“I should redden your backside for how gleefully you torment me,” Kara muttered, the rigid spear between her thighs accusatory and painfully stiff. It remained for the rest of the ride, not once losing an inch to Lena’s withheld affections.

She eyed it with amusement while it wept at the sorry state of itself, and a few times she caught Kara gripping the sturdy seat so as not to give in to her own urges.

The stalemate between them dragged on with the slow rock of the carriage and the cloying scent of their mutual arousal clouding Lena’s senses. For all they didn’t touch, the heavy stare of her mate certainly penetrated Lena in ways that had her gasping, and she restrained herself at every whim to lift her skirts.

The nearer to town they came, the more restless Kara appeared, and Lena assumed it had to do with the tension that remained along her veined shaft. The proud length of her mate’s cock twitched whenever Lena shifted on her seat, and she waited just short of the carriage stopping to raise her hand with remnants of Kara’s seed still stuck to her elegant fingers.

Any sensible omega would have used a handkerchief to clean themselves up, and Kara no doubt expected that given how quick she was to hand over her own.

The shock which loosened her mate’s jaw when Lena ignored the chivalrous gesture in favor of cleansing herself with her tongue was worth the ache it created in her loins.

Lena moaned as she sucked each of her fingers, swirling the soft tip of her tongue around each one before popping it free of her lips.

Kara’s stunned enchantment lasted so long that she didn’t appear to notice that they had come to a stop, and if not for the coachman knocking first, the alpha would have bared herself to half the town. The taut fabric of Kara’s pants could only do so much to conceal her state, though Kara was unapologetic in announcing her rut with dominant and aggressive pheromones.

“Stay by my side at all times,” Kara urged, her grave tone lost to the immediate noise of a crowd as they opened the carriage to step outside.

The cheerful sounds were of omegas congregating, and Lena smiled at them with feelings of giddiness in her chest. That lasted all but a moment as a group of betas and female alphas began to gather on the other side of the street. They shouted about their rights to property and paced along the store fronts.

Lena dropped back beside Kara and observed as Mr. Baker approached a platform to speak to them all. Unlike during other formal ceremonies, the attendees continued to talk and ignored the councilmen who tried to hush the protestors and omegas alike.

“What is going on here?” Lena whispered and pressed herself into Clark’s side as the crowd finally settled to volume levels that were more appropriate for town events.

It seemed that Clark’s appearance helped in quieting everyone down, with several betas pointing him out and muttering to each other.

Clark sighed in weariness and pulled Lena closer to guide her to a standing place that was safer. “The betas are petitioning for the right to property today, and I fear this celebration may become a riot before the afternoon is through.”

“Why did you keep this to yourself?” Lena complained with a sharp glance around at all of the hopeful omegas who were far too filled with joy to recognize they were in danger.

“For the very reason I neglected to inform you of the ceremony in the first place — I meant to keep you safe,” Kara stressed with the same hardened eyes that once stirred fear within Lena. She stared down any that dared look their way and used the strength of her scent to command the crowd with the threat of confrontation.

“Refusing to speak about these matters does not keep me safe,” Lena was quick to insist, though her voice was meek and she peered only twice at the gathering of betas who chose to align themselves with the few female alphas that postured arrogantly at the side.

“On the contrary, the less you know, the better,” Kara grunted in displeasure and stood taller still to shield Lena from the curious onlookers who were now marveling at the size of her middle.

The protective musk held a toxic potency that warded off the crowd and promised misery for those who dared to encroach on their space.

“I admire your courage to seek change, but you failed to consider the ripple of discontent that it would sow. You cannot rip apart a society to change the laws that hold it together, and while I doubt the council will truly entertain any input from the omegas of this town, the mere whiff of shifting power has stirred up conflict.” Kara managed to speak without the aid of her lips moving, and she kept her gaze forward as Mr. Edge and Samantha pushed through the gathering to greet them.

“We deserve a say in how we are treated. We cannot remain as chattel,” Lena hissed before her friend reached her, and then smiled at the soft cooing of Samantha.

“Oh, I hoped you would come,” Samantha interrupted with her gloved hands clasped together in delight. “It is only fitting that you be here, given how ardently Clark petitioned for this space for us all.” She seemed unaware of how sharply Lena’s eyes landed on her mate.

Had they been alone, Lena would have raved over Kara’s contradictory behavior. She loathed Kara’s overprotective spirit that led her to lie time and time again, and the mantle of Clark that Lena still misunderstood. It should have pleased her to find that Kara was her most outspoken advocate, but it made her irate that Kara never once trusted her with an honest account of her strategies. Instead, she had to endure her mate’s hollow speeches and horrible moods.  Lena dropped her hand to her belly where little feet kicked beneath her ribcage, siding with her in outrage.

“I should like to stand closer to the front,” Lena intoned and reached for Sam’s hand to force her friend to accompany her. “You don’t mind lending me your wife, do you, Mr. Edge?”

“Not at all,” Edge replied and stepped towards Clark like he was proud to stand next to the most distinguished person in town.

Clark put out a hand to stop her, but Lena was already ushering Samantha away with a lie ready on her tongue.

“But wouldn’t you prefer Clark to join us?” Samantha asked with a curious backwards glance at the reluctant alpha.

“No, I was hoping to discuss a few details of my lying-in with you, and for that I would prefer if it was just the two us.” Lena rubbed at the bump in her dress and led Sam off towards a spot that was still at the edge of the crowd, if a little closer to the action.

The omegas appeared to be welcoming and many turned towards Lena to utter their compliments and express excitement about her nearing birth. At most other times, she would have hated the attention, but it boosted her spirits to be treated like she belonged with the other women. She was about to come up with a few questions for Sam when Mr. Baker cleared his throat and greeted everyone in attendance.

“Greetings, one and all. It is my honor today to dedicate this building behind me to the omegas of this town. With great pleasure, I would like to introduce Honorable Hank Henshaw, who has offered to oversee events here, including the restoration of the columns, and the purchasing of suitable literature for our wives, mothers, and even the younger omegas of this town who strive to make respectable matches someday. Mr. Henshaw is a learned man, a magistrate, and a member of our clergy. He has taken an interest in our plans, and he intends to bring many of his own ideas to the table. Without further ado, please welcome him.”

Claps and hoots went up all around, but Lena’s hands remained firmly over the swell of her belly. She stared up at the alpha who joined Mr. Baker and at the benevolence on his face.

“I need not take up your time when today is about the women who stand before me,” Henshaw proclaimed and gestured to the gathering as his eyes roamed over all of them. “I say open the doors and begin the celebration.”  


It was no surprise that the small victory of obtaining a space for omegas was accompanied by a need for heavy regulation, and Lena lowered her gaze in defeat while her friends laughed in ignorance and made the most of the day.

Mr. Baker beckoned Mr. Corben forward to do the honors of swinging the double doors to the building open. Omegas surged inside, and Lena avoided entering in favor of seeking out Clark, whose musk preceded him and affected several omegas. Lena spied the rosy cheeks and how many of her friends paused to fan themselves.

“I wish to go,” Lena whispered the moment Clark approached, her eyes downcast so as to avoid the displeasure that was surely on her mate’s face. “This is not the triumph I expected.”


She did not expect the tender touch of her alpha’s hand cupping her cheek, nor the sudden loss of it just when she leaned in to the affection.

Emotion burned through Lena and she might have shown her indignation if not for Mr. Henshaw striding towards them. She understood that his sudden appearance explained why Kara had been quick to drop her hand. In deference to her mate, Lena stood aside and watched Kara posture.

“Mr. Danvers, at last we finally meet. You declined your invitation to join the council, and yet the members speak of you as the backbone of this town.” Mr. Henshaw’s deep baritone commanded respect, and he raised his hand to shake Clark’s, though his eyes strayed to Lena with curiosity.

Kara shook his hand with a steel grip and a stoic expression that did not reveal her true feelings. She released him only when she had need to wave at someone in the crowd. “They flatter me, just as they might flatter anyone who could raise their rent.”

Clark’s dry humor was not lost to Mr. Henshaw, and he laughed before turning his attention to Lena. “Mrs. Danvers, you are a vision, and so close to birthing pups. I’m surprised Clark allowed you out when you are nearing that time.”

“Oh, I’m not so near my time that he need worry,” Lena assured the magistrate and placed a hand over her plump middle. “It’s just that we are expecting more than one pup.”

“I thought that might be the case,” Henshaw assessed and slipped his arm through hers before she could shy back against Kara. “Where I am from, we revere omegas like yourself. Clark must be quite proud.”

“He is, most proud,” Lena uttered and allowed the magistrate to escort her into the impressive building that had Kara’s workmanship all over it.

She admired the long tables that were similar to the ones in Clark’s counting house, and the tall bookshelves where handsome leather bound volumes on law attracted her eye. Turning around, she peered back at Kara through the stained windows and considered the enigma of a person she married.

“You make a beautiful couple,” Mr. Henshaw praised, glancing from the mark on Lena’s neck back to Clark’s place at the door. “No doubt you will welcome many more pups.”

The aroma of Clark’s rut drifted towards Lena and she nodded, too bewitched by it to care that she was confiding in someone she scarcely knew. “Yes, I dare say we will fill our large household.”

Henshaw smiled, his eyes glinting with mirth as he touched the small of her back. “Well, then, let us celebrate that, along with all of your other great accomplishments.”