What the Lightning Gave Us - Chapter 4

Chapter 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/what-lightning-1-40720796
Chapter 2:https://www.patreon.com/posts/what-lightning-2-44442578
Chapter 3: https://www.patreon.com/posts/what-lightning-3-46583199 

Word count: 7,368


Mists hung over the mountains to the west like the veils and cloth wimples of young maidens who had come into their first heats. With the rise of the sun, the mists slipped off, and on the green cliffsides, periwinkle flowers turned their faces to the radiant skies. Small birds picked at wild bramble patches and hawks took flight in wide hunting loops around the peaks, soaring over roaming fauna and bucks that locked antlers to compete for mates.

In the soft breeze of early morning, Lena chose to walk on foot with Eve rather than to be confined to the space of her carriage. She pointed out a tawny doe, alone in the forest and skittish of the noises on the road, and she observed the broad-shouldered buck that chased it far into the trees.

Not far ahead, Lena saw that Kara had stopped to tend to her horse, and to speak with the scouts who had just returned. They were closing in on their destination, and Kara was changing with the passing of days, from Lena’s light-spirited friend into a more serious and reserved fighter she had never known.

There was little time for them to be together, apart from secretive moments when they snuck away and kissed, but then they didn’t speak — just touched above their clothes, with the care not to attract the attention of anyone who happened to be nearby.

Lena’s heat had settled down with the herbs and concoctions that Eliza mixed for her, and yet her mating instincts were still just as strong due to love.

“You would do well not to stare so often, m’lady,” Eve whispered to her and caught her by the arm to draw her away from her fixations on Kara.

“If only we had been married last summer,” Lena lamented and took the few steps back up into her carriage, where she hoped she would be less tempted to stare.

“Your foster parents are hoping to smooth things over with the King and Queen. While you are sheltered away here, and Kara has gone to battle, they will be arranging your future marriage.” Eve slid onto the seat beside Lena and clasped her by the hand to glance at the fate lines on her palm. “You are to be the next queen. Anyone with ‘the gift’ can see that very clearly.”

Lena curled her legs onto the carriage seat, tucking her dress underneath her as she settled in to rest.

They would be on the road for mere hours more, and then she would have to contend with new meetings and hard farewells, and the thought of it exhausted her already.

“I may yet be Kara’s queen, but she will leave me soon, and I am not certain I can endure that,” Lena sulked, feeling rather childish about her circumstances and more than fearful of what might befall them both before they were reunited.

The Crying Isles were a strange but beautiful place near to the mountains and sea, and Lady Luthor had invited her to a banquet to celebrate her betrothal to Kara.

Lena took comfort in the knowledge that word of their engagement had preceded them in their travels and that at least her host recognized them as future mates.

The sun was glinting low into the carriage window as the wheels rolled over stone paths at the bottom of a hill. Castle Luthor sat at the top of it, proud and grey-faced, as austere as the inhabitants themselves.

A man whose face was half covered in an iron mask came out to greet them, and Luthorian knights displayed the House’s green and white heraldry on banners.

“Lord Alcaeus,” the masked man announced his name with a bend of the knee and unraveled a scroll to read out a message. “Lady Luthor formally welcomes you. It has been many years since we entertained a guest from the east, and to host our future Regent is an honor, indeed.”

Kara dismounted to greet the Lord and all of the knights, and to approach Lady Luthor, who sat stiff-lipped and silent upon an ornate wooden seat. She rose as Kara stepped forth, but her eyes searched beyond Kara and fell upon Lena with a spark of intrigue and recognition.

Lady Luthor was striking in a suit of all red, with a cape attached to golden clasps at her neck. She did not dress as most others who bore the title of lady, even if she did bend in a curtsy of sorts to greet Kara.

“Is Lady Luthor an alpha or an omega?” Lena whispered to Eve, who huddled close to her and held onto her arm.

“An alpha,” Eve hissed, never one to interrupt such formal ceremonies.

Kara beckoned Lena forward with an outstretched hand and Eve gave her a small shove before she realized her presence was wanted. She hurried to Kara’s side and curtsied to Lady Luthor out of respect.

“At long last you return,” Lady Luthor uttered, following the bend of Lena’s head to look into her eyes. “You were found here as a child.”

The peculiar intonation made Lena pause and stand to attention. She had been told stories about her abandonment, and how Astra and Non took her as their charge, but the other details of her early life were vague and few.

Kara put a hand on Lena’s shoulder, like she had long feared telling her truths of her birthplace. “It’s not unusual for mothers to abandon their infants in the west. It’s one of the reasons our ancestors named this chain of islands The Crying Isles.”

“The children aren’t abandoned, they’re raised by the all-mothers — every omega of the society,” Lady Luthor corrected with a jut of her chin and a gleam of menacing disagreement in her eyes. “Besides, traditions have changed in the last fifty or so years. No one has left a child to the waves since well before Lady Lena—”

Michael coughed from behind Kara and strode forward with a few other knights to interrupt the tension between the houses.

“It is fortunate indeed that you were able to make the right decisions on Lady Lena’s behalf, or else we wouldn’t be here celebrating her future nuptials today,” Michael intoned and folded his hands at his back in a stance that somehow made him seem dutiful and yet impatient.

Lady Luthor glowered at all of Kara’s companions. “Fortune had nothing to do with it and you'd be wise to talk only for yourself. I have plenty words of my own I'd like to use." She turned to stalk inside, indicating that they should follow with nod in the direction she was heading.

Lena bit her tongue despite the many inquiries she wanted to make. She walked alongside Kara, hand-in-hand, conscious that Lady Luthor’s guards and servants were observing her with more than moderate interest.

A steward peered at her through narrowed eyes and stepped into Lady Luthor’s path to take instruction.

“Show them to their rooms and prepare the banquet hall,” Lady Luthor commanded before departing down the corridor, leaving them without goodbyes and trailing behind an abundance of sharp and spiced pheromones.

The steward conveyed the guests through the halls, and Lady Luthor’s servants directed Kara’s friends and high-ranking knights to their bedrooms.

Lena’s chambers sat right beside Kara’s at the centermost part of the castle. As she separated from her future mate to enter her rooms, she couldn’t help but entertain notions of letting Kara into her bed.

With so many servants wandering the halls, she dared not make her invitation until nightfall, but Lena was giddy with hope as she opened the door to the bedroom where she would sleep for months to come.

Upon first glance, she was taken aback by the generosity that Lady Luthor had shown her – from the furnishings of the room to the presents left out for her to discover. Silver and gold circlets, bracelets inset with rare gems, snow leopard furs, and high-waisted gowns with the lightest of silk underthings – Lena touched each of the gifts in turn.

Her brows drew into a tight and pensive line as she came to a small cap just large enough to fit the head of a newborn.

Lena didn’t know how to interpret it—whether it was an awful presumption about her lack of virtue, or a well-meaning gesture. She placed the tiny bonnet aside and then set about cleansing the dirt from her skin with a basin of water that sat on a vanity by the window.

As she tidied up, Lena spotted the door opening in the mirror, and then Kara pushed through with a broad and mischievous smile, so proud of herself for entering without being detected.

“Oh dear, I was under the impression this was my room,” Kara explained in a hush as she located Lena with her eyes and hurried over.

“And here I thought you were smart enough to only sneak in here under the cover of darkness,” Lena chided, though her own smile and bashful glance over her shoulder did not belie the fact that she was pleased. “If anyone should catch you here—”

“They won’t. I’ve become a master of stealth,” Kara bragged, so focused on Lena that she failed to notice the hilt of her sword snagging the corner of one of the furs on the bed. She strode closer with an arrogant lift of her chin, oblivious to the way she was pulling half the gifts along with her until a bracelet clattered onto the floor.

Lena chuckled at the sight of her, amused by the flustered heat that suddenly brightened Kara’s features.

“Perhaps if your gaze remained on your surroundings and not on my bosom, you might be,” Lena teased and set the cloth back in the basin to untangle Kara from the mess she made. “I’m surprised that Lady Luthor has bestowed such fine things upon me. These garments seem like they were made for a princess.”

“How fitting, since you are to be my queen,” Kara intoned, even though Lena hardly required the reminder.

Kara came to halt with her hands on Lena’s waist and took a gander at the assortment of gifts over her shoulder.

Lena knew which items piqued Kara’s interest by the subtle inhalations her mate took upon spying them.

Lena ghosted her fingertips over the sheer material that was intended to be worn to bed. “Since we are to get ready soon enough for the banquet, it might do well to try on a few of these garments. I may wish to wear one of the gowns to please Lady Luthor.”

She knew quite instinctively what would please Kara the most, and fluttered her eyelashes at the alpha as she innocently selected the one that appeared to be the most revealing.

“Allow me to help you,” Kara murmured in distraction, her fingers already making easy work of undoing the laces at the back of Lena’s gown. She smoothed her palms across the expanse of Lena’s shoulders and coaxed the fabric apart with impatient fingers to expose the soft, pale skin beneath.

Lena stilled at the touch and the delicacy with which Kara gathered her hair back. She sensed her mate leaning in and canted her head off to the side so that Kara’s breath could caress her neck.

The chance of being seen together would end their dalliance soon enough, yet Kara kissed her naked shoulders and dropped her gown to the floor. Kara tore at the ribbon that held her under dress in place. Slipping it off without hesitation, she skimmed her fingers through the rivulet of sensual desire in between Lena’s pussy lips.

“You are so good to assist me in dressing,” Lena mocked without the same thrust as usual.

She breathed raggedly and covered her breasts with both of her hands, not forsaking modesty, even as Kara handled her cunt. Her eye was on the door for fear that anyone might enter and find them together.

“As your future mate, I take my duties towards you very seriously,” Kara husked and drew lazy circles around Lena’s clitoris with her finger.

The slippery rubbing evoked an intermittent sensation inside of Lena, which came with a more profound longing to feel a much deeper stroking from the length concealed within Kara’s britches. She indulged in Kara’s generous attentions, and allowed her guard down to rock her cunt into her mate’s palm.

Kara followed the natural undulations of her body, meting out pleasure with light loops and whorls. “Every day of our marriage, I will be honored to take on the role of your servant and dress you.”

“Then I shall always be naked,” Lena laughed, the sound of her mirth slipping away into a moan. She turned around and took her hands from her breasts so that Kara could have them to grasp and squeeze.

The warm pressure of Kara’s grip was awakening greed in her omega — to do much more than they ever had during these secretive trysts together.

“Take your trousers down, just for a moment,” Lena begged and stepped back from Kara to prevent her from becoming too transfixed to listen.

Kara worked her trousers free of her hips and stroked a hand over the strong rigid tip of her cock.


They shuffled around one another, finding a chair for Kara to sit upon, and Lena clambered on top to feel the thick push of the alpha’s erection. The dripping groove rubbed up against her clitoris and more warm rivulets of desire spouted from it. Lena positioned herself to receive the essence between her lips and within her entrance.

“What would happen if you came to a peak of pleasure and then you just rubbed it inside of me?” Lena muttered, though her mind was already set on that goal.

They slipped into their often-practiced act of grinding on one another, with Kara’s hands on her hips and her cunt gliding over the heavy glans that rested in between her private lips.

“Lena, you are much too tempting—we should wait,” Kara groaned, despite picking up the rate at which she rocked her erection through the soft silkiness of Lena’s arousal.

Lena’s heat was still ongoing, and none of the suppressant herbs would prevent her from behaving so wanton when it had been days since they last enjoyed a moment like this one.

Kara jerked in place as convulsions pumped from stem to stern of her cock, and she pulled back to ensure the seed merely covered the safer part of Lena’s cunt.

It required true restraint of Kara’s alpha, and Lena persisted with her provocative movements to caress her mate’s essence outside of her opening.

“My body is ready for breeding with you,” Lena rasped, throat parched and lips dry as she painted Kara’s wide staff in her own slipperiness. “I know it is against tradition to lie together before you leave me, but my omega will not be satisfied until you’ve had me as an alpha should have a mate.”

“I will come to you tonight after the banquet and do all that I can to help you ease that feeling inside of you,” Kara promised and kissed her hand, then much less innocently peppered her neck and soft breasts with the warm attentions of her mouth.

Undulation after undulation brought color to Lena’s pale face, rosier than a powder and longer lasting. She tensed through her back at the delightful spasm in her loins and grasped onto Kara’s shoulder to moan through it.

“Oh, I must have you,” Kara groaned, holding Lena fast at the hips to shepherd her through the pleasurable feelings that bonded them even more.

“It would be far too simple for me to put you on the bed now and mark you for my own.” Kara sighed as they wrapped each other in an embrace, Lena resting her flushed cheek against the soft leather of her mate’s tunic.

“Mark me before you go, just hard enough that the bite will last a few days after you’ve departed,” Lena pleaded, soft of voice and too timid to argue if Kara breathed a word of denial.

To her excitement, Kara lifted her onto the bed and bent the knee to bite and suck sensuously in a secretive place on her thigh.

“You belong to me, Lena—let that be known,” Kara husked and drew herself up to right her pants and clothe Lena in a gown before anyone caught them in a state of indecency together.

Lena sat upright and lifted her arms for the jeweled and lightweight silks Kara chose for her.

The pale purples and blues matched the fresh bite on her thigh, which she admired once before concealing it. She smiled up at Kara, deeply pleased with all they had done in their moments of privacy.

“This reminds me of the time you stole a dozen pies from the kitchens and swore me to secrecy,” Lena intoned and put her hand out to Kara, who helped her up from the bed and assisted in putting aside all of her gifts.

“If I remember rightly, those pies were made of summer fruits from The Crying Isles, and they made a rotten thief of me,” Kara confirmed, like she was proud of how she took them before they were predictably allotted to her. “They were to be mine anyway.”

“So am I,” Lena whispered with a wry grin as she fit two bracelets high onto her arms and brushed out her long inky curls.

“And there will be a beautiful wedding —and then weeks — nay, months — during which we do nothing but mate and go on new adventures together.” Kara walked backwards with her palms outward, all swagger and charm as she bragged of the future that Lena desired.

Lena followed her with her eyes, entranced by the grin on Kara’s face and her tall stature that was strengthened by hard training.

She hurried to catch up with Kara, stepping through the door that her mate opened for her and into a corridor that was so silent she could hear the echo of a conversation happening far away.

“Escort me?” Lena requested and took hold of Kara’s arm to descend the stone steps that led them back to the heart of the castle.

Kara ensured that she never once stumbled upon entering the banquet hall, and her maid servants caught up with Lena to fix the floor length drape of her gown.

Eve and two other girls tended to her train, then hurried off so that Kara could drag out a seat for her close to Lady Luthor and their place of honor.

While their host was engaged in talk with a knight of rank, Lena whispered some of her earlier queries to Kara. “You mentioned that it was a common thing for children to be abandoned in these parts, but I never got the chance to ask why.”

“Sea monsters,” Kara professed and poured them both some ale from a carafe on the table.

“Liar,”Lena scolded and knitted her brow sharply together at Kara’s attempt to tell her a tale. “What is the real reason? And don’t say sprites or fairies, or any of that other nonsense you used to make up just to tease me when we were children.”

Kara’s demeanor changed from one of carefree joy to a more serious and grim manner. She lowered her goblet and frowned with reluctance to share the truth with Lena. “It’s nothing I wanted to worry you about — “

Lena sat forward in her seat and sternly whispered, “Tell me.”

With a guarded glance around at all of the seats that had yet to be filled, Kara leaned closer to confide, “There is a tradition of mating in these parts, where a pack of alphas may hunt an omega during a feast of Beltane. The omega conceives her first pup during this time and often abandons it to the sea in the winter.”

Kara pressed her lips into a line, shying away from providing more gruesome detail, and Lena was left to imagine the horrors on her own.

The pups from those mating acts would have been in many cases unwanted, and Lena had to wonder if she was brought into the world as an outcome of one such brutal affair. She stared off at a candle flickering on the end of the table, traumatized just by envisioning it, and then her eye drifted towards the Lady Luthor. If anyone knew more of her origins, it would be the person who found her on the rocky shores.

“Please do not burden yourself with worry. One of the reasons I’m here with an army is to put an end to this tradition and keep it from repeating,” Kara confided under her breath and then glanced over her shoulder to ensure nobody had overheard the information. “I assure you that your safety is paramount, and no harm will befall you while you stay here. When I move on, Michael and several of my own guards will remain to keep watch over you.”

“And who will be keeping you out of danger as you head into battle?” Lena asked at the revelation, aghast that Kara had planned to risk her own life to end the abominable tradition.

“James will be with me, and so will the rest of the alphas that have trained by my side for as long as I can remember,” Kara insisted, and under the cover of the grand table, she took Lena’s hand to squeeze. “There is no war that will stop me from returning to you. I give you my word.”

Just as a tremor of emotion quivered Lena’s lip, the Lady Luthor stood up and commanded everyone’s attention without so much as a word. The banquet hall fell silent as she raised her goblet of wine, and Lena dropped Kara’s hand in paranoia that someone might consider her virtue had been compromised at the familiar show of affection.

“Tonight, we honor the future union of Kara, daughter of Zor, and Lena, one of our own who is welcome here for as long as she wishes to stay.” Lady Luthor addressed them with kind, intelligent eyes, and a voice that carried effortlessly through the large room from decades of practice. “It fills me with pride to see young love thrive within these castle walls once again, and I have no doubt a wedding will be on the horizon when Kara returns. May they grow stronger apart so that they are unbreakable when they are reunited.”

Cheers went up faster than tankards of ale, which plenty guzzled from in merriment. The entire hall peered at their table, and Lena imagined what they might be discussing as the reek of alpha pheromones thickened like the cooling soup that servants ladled into bowls. Lady Luthor still watched them in her peripheral vision, and Lena blushed while Kara postured.

The alpha filled a plate with the best meats and cheeses to present to her and Lena flustered at the amount and the care that went into it.

“You know fine well I will not eat all of this,” Lena bemoaned, flattered in spite of how embarrassed she was to be the spectacle of the evening.

“Luckily, I have quite the appetite, and should you find you’ve had your fill, I will gladly devour whatever is left,” Kara explained with a hint of mischief curling her lips. She stole a strawberry from the plate and chewed it with a squint of delight.

“I should have sensed an ulterior motive,” Lena chastised, though her tone was far too light to express any emotion other than fondness. She observed the carefree way Kara helped herself to food and the joy it brought her to sample all of the dishes. “How is it that you keep such high spirits when danger lurks beyond this castle? I’ve never understood how others return from battle so hardened and weary, and yet you show no signs of having lost pieces of yourself.”

“Knowing that you await me when I return is enough to sustain me,” Kara rejoined without hesitation, though her smile faltered, and a somber, more subdued one took its place. “When I’m out there in the midst of it all, there is often very little hope to be found. I’m fortunate that I’ve learned to hold onto mine. Knowing my heart is with you wherever I go grants me a strength I do not take for granted.”

Lena had never heard such romantic things from Kara, neither out loud nor written as sentiments in the collection of love letters that her friend hand-delivered.

She broke with tradition and leaned towards Kara, resting her forehead against her future mate’s with an innocent smile. Their hands met in plain sight for all to see, and she treated Kara just as she had behaved prior to their coming of age.

The one change was how her eyes lingered on Kara’s soft lips in enchantment.

“I shall keep track of every day that you’re gone, and I’ll climb to the highest tower of the castle just to see if I can spot your banner from afar,” Lena whispered, clasping her mate’s hand tighter without a care for those who watched her do it.

Kara tucked a stray wispy curl behind her ear and backed away from the affection. She stumbled up from her seat, dragging the chair on the floor as she took a step towards her fellow knights. “You’ve just reminded me that I must go and ask James about our banners—”

While Lena narrowed her eyes at the fast shift in Kara’s demeanor, the alpha walked off.

Lena tried not to take offense to Kara’s departure once she noticed the curious eyes on her from all sides. She knew Kara only meant to protect her reputation, much as it stung to be left alone, and she put her chin down to select food from her plate and to avoid the bothersome attention. In her distraction, she almost didn’t notice Lady Luthor’s approach.

“It is hard to believe it has been so many years since you left this place, and that now you are back again,” Lady Luthor intoned, standing at the edge of Kara’s vacant chair with one hand on the carven arm of it.

“Thank you for such a kind reception, and for allowing me to stay here in safety while my betrothed travels further still.” Lena graciously bent her head, finding she was too intimidated to hold Lady Luthor’s piercing gaze for long.

“You may have ventured east with your foster parents, but this is still your home, Lena.” Lady Luthor gave off a brooding scent and slid into place beside her at the table. “I have long wished to make your acquaintance—ahh—because I was the one who found you. I wanted to make certain no harm came to you after you left my care, and that Zor kept his word by bringing you to a family that would appreciate you.”

“I am very beloved by my foster parents and by Kara,” Lena muttered, peering across the banquet hall to check the whereabouts of her mate. She saw that Kara was standing with Michael, laughing and having a competition of tossing grapes into her mouth.

"Well, for that at least I am grateful," Lady Luthor whispered, her unflinching gaze sweeping down Lena as if appraising her in the dress she gifted.

Now that Lena had garnered Lady Luthor’s notice, she found herself incapable or articulating all she wished to ask. The alpha's commanding scent was both imposing and reassuring, and Lena froze like a winter bloom when the elder alpha saw fit to tuck an errant curl behind her ear in a manner most familiar.

Lena blinked at the enigmatic ruler of The Crying Isles, and at the placement of her hand and how it remained poised within reach. “One day, you shall have to tell me the story of how you found me.”

It confused her to be touched by Lady Luthor because it was of a maternal sort of caress – not of the kind she would expect from an elder who might bestow compliments on her beauty. Lady Luthor must have still viewed her as the child she rescued from the sea so long ago.

She turned in search for Kara, lingering amid the rest of her dear friends. No one was around and it seemed the opportune time to make her inquiries about the Isles.

“I am afraid for my mate and the foes she will face after she leaves me,” Lena disclosed with a soft, shuddering breath as she slipped into the habit of twisting at her fingers.

The sensation of air on the back of her neck took her off guard, as though a ghost had touched her.  


She knew it was just dread from the discussion of Kara’s future, and winced at a sudden pain in her temple that brought with it a horrible flash of imagery.

Unkempt and holding weapons forged of wood and steel, barbaric enemies of her imagination began to close in on her. Their scent assaulted her nostrils, foul and sexual, and Lena swooned in her chair before she could banish the nightmares of her own creation.

All of the light in the banquet hall drained to black, moving in and out like a tide.

Lady Luthor clutched a satchel of smelling salts, keeping it near to her face so that it dispelled the beastly pheromones that Lena’s panic had conjured.

“Lena? Lena! Lena,” Kara exclaimed in terror as she ran to Lena’s side and brought her close in a solid embrace.

“I’m fine,” Lena warbled as the light filtered back into the room and she leaned forward to secure her arms around Kara. She was content to be wrapped into the chest of her mate and protected from the murmurings about her strange fainting spell. “It’s just that you will head into battle soon, and my imagination got the better of me. I’m afraid.”

“Sensitive things, that’s how all omegas are,” Michael scoffed, belittling her in front of the best of Kara’s fighters.

“You’re just jealous because you’ll never have an omega to come home to,” James countered, his brows drawn together in bemusement over Michael’s attitude.

“Go back to your seat,” Kara instructed tersely in a bid to grant Lena some breathing space.

James pushed Michael forward to get him moving, and while the murmurings continued of
Lena’s delicate state, Lady Luthor motioned to her own servants to bring out more ale.

“I find that talk is hard when mouths are filled,” Lady Luthor muttered under her breath, her concern particularly palpable, even amidst the thick scent of Kara’s protective pheromones.

“Thank you.” Kara spared Lady Luthor a glance in gratitude, though her arms remained steadfast in the embrace of Lena’s waist. She pressed her cheek into Lena’s and only pulled back when she must have remembered it would seem indecent.

“Is this a common occurrence?” Lady Luthor asked with obvious curiosity, and Kara held Lena at arm’s length, unwilling to forego all contact just yet. “I only ask, so that I’m able to keep your betrothed safe in your absence. I can have one of my maids be at her side—”

“That won’t be necessary,” Kara assured the elder alpha, her tone resolute, as if it was a matter of pride that she would be the one to keep Lena safe. “Lena has brought her own servants and my men will watch over her.”

“We don’t wish to inconvenience you further,” Lena explained kindly, deferring to her alpha to make the decision on her behalf.

The meek omega scent that clung to her was still distressed from her wild imagination, and she bent forward in order to breathe in the comforting musk that surrounded Kara.

“You’re a stubborn pair. You remind me of—” Lady Luthor paused in her utterance like she had said too much, and pressed her lips together in a wry, sad smile. “I won’t keep you with old stories when it’s clear you require rest. Perhaps now would be a good time for Lena’s maids to escort her back to her chambers?”

The implication that Kara should remain at the banquet was clear, and though it pained Lena
to walk away without her mate, she knew it was to protect her reputation. If Kara were to leave the great hall with her, talk of her ruined virtue would soon follow.

Kara paid respects to Lady Luthor by bowing out of the conversation, but only after she pressed a lingering kiss to Lena’s knuckles. “Rest well, Lena, and I will see you first thing in the morning.”

The subtle squeeze of her fingers said otherwise, and Lena bid Kara goodnight with the private understanding that her mate would sneak into her room long before the sun brightened the sky. Eve and Eliza hurried forth when Kara raised a hand to beckon them closer, and they each took Lena by the elbow to help her onto her feet.

“I’m not injured,” Lena complained at the coddling, though she relented in her protests as they weaved their way out of the hall to avoid the drunken jeers of some of the men who ogled her with interest.

The maids flocked around her in formation as if they were geese flying southward before the snows, and entered her chambers to pull down the bedding and dress her in a gown for sleep. Eliza put all of the silkier garments away in the armoire and took out an unflattering bed dress with a high collar.

Lena pouted upon seeing the old thing and turned away before the elder maid could glimpse her disappointment.

“That one?” Eve squawked on her behalf, ever the helpful advocate. “Why, you must think some alpha is going to creep in here in the night and claim her where sleeps—”

“No, I think only the most modest option will do for the future young Queen, given how immodest my Kara was at the banquet table.” Eliza sighed as if it was her own failure that led Kara to behave so outrageously in front of witnesses.

“She merely held my hand and showed me affections that all alphas bestow in courtship,” Lena whispered, unwilling to take Eliza on in an argument, and at the same time defensive of Kara’s wholesome nature.

“You must be mindful that everyone is watching you and that is no easy burden to bear.” Eliza frowned and came towards the bed to tuck Lena in and draw the curtain halfway shut.

The warmer weather made it unnecessary to close it completely, and Lena placed her head angelically on the pillow with her hands tucked about her face.

“I shall be careful to ensure no one sees how much we love each other,” Lena promised, knowing fine well that it was her wording alone that prevented her from telling a lie.

She pretended to be tired and that prompted several of the maids to leave, except Eve and Eliza, who took it upon themselves to sit next to her bedside for hours. A candle dwindled to a stub before Eliza exited, and by then Lena felt humid and uncomfortable.  


Once alone, she slipped off her dress and underthings to cool herself down, and soon the door cracked open to reveal Kara.

With soft pads of her bare feet, Kara came to the bed and drew the curtain partially back to look at her in the light of the window.

The moon was as full as a new mother, round and low hanging in the sky, and Lena silently slipped into different positions on the bed. She understood just how Kara liked to admire while nude, and she planned to entice her mate by getting down on her knees.

“You best not have drunken yourself into a stupor the way your men surely have,” Lena whispered, noticing the ridiculous smile that stretched across Kara’s soft, full lips. “I expect you to be as lively as you would upon waking in the morn.”

She didn’t believe for a second that her mate would be so careless when they were destined to part ways for a while, yet it brought her great joy to tease her for such roguish behavior.

“Perhaps I should perform great tasks of my sobriety to ease your fretted mind,” Kara husked in response and lifted the chair so as not to make a sound when she brought it to the edge of the bed. She settled with an air of confidence and raised her chin in arrogance to provoke Lena’s omega.

“I’m sure there are many things you would do to prove yourself to me, but right now all I require is your full attention,” Lena intoned meaningfully and dropped her gaze to the front of Kara’s trousers.

The outline of Kara’s erection was easily seen in the silvery moonlight and Lena posed seductively to give her mate the chance to look upon her creamy breasts.

No sooner had Kara’s hands settled on her belt than Lena shifted onto her knees and slid forward in a bend meant for mating. With her backside held high and her thighs parted, she could only imagine the indecent split of cunt as she dared to present for Kara.

The sudden uninhibited growl of her alpha drenched Lena in copious arousal, born both from her latent heat and her omega’s greed for things she had yet to experience. She sank further still, pressing her cheek and shoulders onto the soft linen to look back at Kara, and then she followed the sultry call of her inner desires. Under Kara’s penetrating gaze, Lena reached beneath herself in order to spread her nether lips to such an extent that Kara would surely be able to see her chastity.

“Lena,” Kara rasped in shock, her hands uncoordinated in their attempt to pull her cock from the confines of her trousers. She nearly tore a hole in the fabric in her pursuit and stood up to ruck them down her thighs. “You test the limits of my self control.”

“Get behind me,” Lena commanded with every intent to challenge them both to refrain from mating when their bodies were aligned for it.

As Kara positioned herself to slide her cock through the silken damp of her private lips, Lena whined and pushed her entrance into the hard tip. The thick glans rested against her virtue, returning to that spot with rough rocks that stroked Kara’s girth over her clitoris.

Lena grabbed her mate’s hands to place on her breasts and threw her head back to bare her neck. “I don’t want to be chaste anymore. I want your bite on my throat, and your cock inside of me, so that your seed may fill my womb.”

Kara’s pained groan cut off as she latched onto Lena’s bare shoulder with her lips curled over her teeth to prevent the chance of a mark. Her grip tightened on Lena’s tender breasts until cherry blossom blemishes appeared in the shape of her fingertips, and her thighs tensed and shook like she might lunge forward and ruin Lena with one swift thrust.

“I will not sully you or your reputation,” Kara grit out, the gravel of her voice sounding every bit as forbidden as what they were doing.

In spite of her declaration, Kara still charged her hips, smacking her thighs soundly into Lena’s to mimic the act of truly mating. Being in such a position with her cock so rigid was bewitching her alpha and her pheromones demanded Lena give herself fully.

“No one need know.”


Lena cajoled her mate to slot the very tip of her erection into the wet opening of her cunt, where it was met not only with resistance, but her deliberate clenching that enclosed her intimate silk around the heated glans of Kara’s cock.

The sensible side of Lena warned her not to toy with the fire which resided within her alpha, lest she be scorched by the desire that raged through Kara, hotter than coals. Her omega, on the other hand, wanted nothing less than to be consumed in such a spectacular blaze of passion, and she undulated so that Kara prodded at her innocence firmly.

“You may breed me tonight, but you will have to marry me swiftly upon your return, in case I am already carrying your pups.”

Whether due to her utterances or the coaxing of her cunt, Kara lunged faster and pulled her up by the neck to accept the complete length of her cock – though not inside as she had hoped, but framed between her thighs in a way that made Lena feel somewhat satisfied. She whimpered at the difference their current bodily configuration made.

“Keep your knees tight together and I will give you a taste of what our wedding night will entail,” Kara instructed, not with the soft voice of love but the raunchy hoarseness of an alpha ready to lay claim to their omega. Lena trembled at the transformation of her mate and gasped when Kara saw fit to handle her cunt.

The added pressure of Kara’s palm pressing up against her mons was ensuring her veined girth created the most blissful friction against Lena’s clitoris.

Lena whined quietly at the grip on her throat, startled by how it stimulated her omega, and she moaned at the steadfast thump that brought Kara’s hips crashing into her backside.

“Mate with me, make use of my cunt.” Lena rolled her eyes up to peer at Kara as she became acquainted with the nearest sensation to experiencing her enormous shaft buried in her cunt. “Oh, Kara, when you finally do have me, I am certain I will feel you as deep as my womb.”

She required the fulfillment of sex, and her omega pleaded even more pathetically at the flourish of seed that shot out of Kara and sprayed between her inner lips.


With her fingertips, she gathered it up to rub into her sheathed entrance, where it dripped out again and onto the bed below. The misery that it brought her omega was just offset by Kara’s continued motions that pleasured her loins. She grabbed at the widening girth of Kara’s cock, where a knot bloomed outward in her hand.

The hot tension throbbed under her gentle ministrations and Lena secured it between her thighs with quiet, alluring whimpers that begged the sway of Kara’s hips to stay strong. Her poor alpha seemed unable to utter a word, so overcome with pleasure that she spoke only in grunts and growls. A new language that Lena’s omega implicitly understood, and compelled her to release a shamefully wanton scent.

“When I return, the next time you feel this, it will be filling your cunt for the first time,” Kara promised, the scrape of her teeth tantalizing the sensitive place on Lena’s throat where her claim rightfully belonged.

Lena shuddered in completion, breathy and keening moans falling from her lips as she wilted into the bed with a series of internal convulsions that beckoned Kara to follow after her. She did not wish to rest or waste a single moment of their stolen affections, and turned onto her side to better acquaint herself with the heavy and imposing length of Kara’s impressive cock.

Later, she would not be able to explain what possessed her to act in such a lascivious manner beyond the overwhelming necessity to gift Kara with her love. She sat up only enough to bring her mouth to the glistening and swollen glans and looked Kara straight in the eye as she puckered to kiss over the rounded tip.

“Please say you’ll think of me every night you are away.” Lena kissed her mate’s cock again and moved to sit in Kara’s lap and cuddle in the starlight.

“You will be on my mind,” Kara whispered and nuzzled into the soft dark curls on her shoulder. “Every night and always.”