Chapter 4
She sat in her throne, panting harshly, and squeezing her legs shut. She was in rut, and she could feel her belly curdling. Her mouth watered, and she could barely hold back the vomit. The tea hadn’t helped this time, and she had already thrown the mug across the room, just barely missing one of her Beta hand-maidens.
She had heard there was pain during the first rut, that when she would pop her first knot, it would feel like her flesh was splitting open. But no one had prepared her for the constant ache that burned along her frayed nerves. No one had ever prepared her to deal with her body changing, of her clit growing into a cock, or the pounding desire to take and dominate and bite.
She hadn’t been prepared, because no Trikru Omegas had been born in her generation, and most of the other clans had reported the same. Only three clans had any unmated Omegas, and they were highly sought after. It was one reason they were constantly at war. They were dying. Without the Omegas, they would all die in just a few generations.
She snarled at the thought. She grunted at the pressure building in her cock, and she gripped the arms of her throne tightly, willing herself to not give in.
“Heda,” murmured Indra as she shifted carefully, trying not to curl her lips at the acrid smell of Alpha pheromones filling the tent. Betas were usually immune to the call of Alphas, but the smell of Lexa’s rut was bitter on her tongue. She tried to breathe through her nose instead of her mouth, but it did nothing to lessen the smell. The stink. But she knew that the smell was calling to the unmated Omegas, it was calling to the Alphas to fight and breed.
“Heda, you are calling to everyone. You must…”
“Shof op, Indra,” hissed Lexa, refusing to give in to her body’s demands. She would not be a slave to her nature, and she would not allow herself to rut shamelessly into some unsuspecting Beta. But she barely held back the groan at the image that flashed before her eyes, when she remembered the feel of Costia’s warm flesh against her own. Costia had been a Beta, and Lexa had never gone into rut with her, and while she had loved her, she had never been overwhelmed with the need to strip her and ruin her, and mark her. And she had certainly never had a cock with which to fuck her.
She felt a pang low in her belly. And her heart ached at the thought of Costia. She squeezed her thighs tight again, her chest breathing as the images in her head were replaced with a girl with pale skin and golden hair tumbling down her flushed features. She snarled when she smelled Indra deliberately pumping out Beta pheromones in an effort to east her stress.
“What do you want, Indra? I know you aren’t here just to make sure I behave myself,” she mocked.
“No, Heda. There has been word from the scouts. Movement in the North.”
“Is this true, Gustus?” She hissed, her words dripping with venom, as she slowly turned towards her general.
Gustus swallowed hard and then slowly nodded. “Sha, Heda, it was what I wanted to speak with you about before...” his voice trailed off meaningfully as he shrugged slightly before continuing, “A contingent of Ice Nation warriors are five miles from the border. They have camped out, and have made no move to come any closer to the border.”
“Who leads them?” She ground out, trying desperately to clear the growing fog in her mind. She needed to know. She needed to plan, and start moving her troops now.
“Echo. And it believed that Ontari is with her.”
Lexa hesitated at that, mulling it over in her mind. Echo was known to her, a strong warrior, not nearly as power hungry as her aunt, the Ice Queen. Echo could be reasoned with. But Ontari…Ontari was an enigma. She was not known to Lexa’s warriors, and Lexa didn’t even know the girl’s designation.
“Betas or Alphas, Indra?”
“Mostly Betas, only a couple of Alphas. Older mated Alphas.” Indra stared knowingly at Lexa, and Lexa’s eyes widened at what it could mean.
“So they didn’t necessarily come for war,” she muttered, “they’ve come to watch and learn. Possibly parlay with the Skaikru.” She growled under her breath, the anger simmering in her chest. This could mean an escalation in fighting to all out war, and she wasn’t prepared yet to fight the Ice Nation, not until the Mountain and Coastal Clans had joined her coalition.
She gestured to one of her Betas, “Tell Ryder to take his pack to the Northern border. I want him to wait three miles out. Three Betas for every Alpha. Ask for a mixed pack from Lowiiie and Luna.”
She slumped back in her throne, trying to ignore the ache settling in her bones, trying to ignore heat that prowled under the surface of her skin. But then her head snapped up when the first tendrils of a rich honey smell reached her quivering nose. She growled deep in her chest, and she felt her teeth tingle as she inhaled deeply, scenting the air. She curled her tongue when she smelled the gentle, florid Beta scents approach her tent, but they couldn’t quite mask the richness that lay beneath.
Lexa leaned forward, growling when she felt her cock twitch, and then she stepped through the tent flaps, surrounded by six of Heda’s strongest Beta guards. The omega boy was with her, but she ignored his scent, too caught up in the heady scent of the Skai Girl that called to her. She ground her teeth together when she felt her cock swell even more, and she barely refrained from tearing open the front of her pants in an effort to relieve the growing pressure. The pain slicked through her gut, helping her maintain her focus.
“Klark,” she uttered hoarsely, her tongue thick and unwieldly in her mouth. She couldn’t help the sharp pants that erupted past her lips, and she shook her head trying to focus on the pain gnawing at her belly, and the heavy pulsing that ripped through her cock.
Clarke stepped through the tent, her knees almost buckling at the Alpha pheromones that hung heavy in the tent. She could barely breathe, and she was loathe to inhale too deeply, since she was had finally entered her heat. Being surrounded by Betas had helped her maintain some control over her ragged nerves, but she could feel the slickness growing between her thighs, and she shifted in an effort ease some of the discomfort. Her belly ached, and her muscles fluttered along her rib cage, and she was sure her heart was going to split open her ribcage.
She tried breathing through her mouth, but it was a mistake when the rich, earthy scent Alpha scent rushed into her open mouth, coating her tongue. She snapped her jaws closed, and her eyes fluttered closed, as she let her tongue curl around the scent. The corners of her mouth twitched, and she savored the taste. No other Alpha in camp had affected her quite like this, and it occurred to her it might just be Lexa. The rich musk sitting on her tongue was uniquely Lexa. And she craved it. She wanted to taste it from its source.
She whimpered slightly and her eyes flashed open when she heard the answering growl. She gasped when she saw the red eyes staring back at her from across the room. She took a step back, unsure what to make of it. But she relaxed slightly when she felt the steady hand on her back.
“It’s ok, Skai Girl. Her eyes are red because she is in rut.”
Clarke glanced up into the warm blue eyes of the Beta. She recognized her from last night. Camo. She was the one they called Camo. She opened her mouth to ask Camo more about it, but her mouth slammed shut when she continued.
“Your eyes are gold, Skai Girl. You are in heat.”
Clarke’s mouth dropped open. She had heard stories from long ago about Alpha’s eyes turning red and Omegas eyes turning gold, and how supposedly all Betas had deep, warm blue eyes. And as she stared at her, she realized it was true. The Betas on earth had mostly blue eyes, or there was blue in their eyes. Even Indra’s dark eyes had light rings of blue. But she had never seen it on the Ark, and she had assumed it was a fairy tale.
She bit her lip and nodded slowly. She shook her head slightly and threw her shoulders back, letting her breath out in a long rush. She ignored the tightening in her belly, ignored the warmth settling in her thighs, and tried desperately not to look at the growing bulge between Lexa’s legs.
She stepped closer to the throne. One step, two steps, then three, and she shivered at the rumbles that spilled out of Lexa’s chest. It was all she could do to not whine and show her neck, but she couldn’t afford to. She needed to be strong. She needed to make Lexa agree to her proposal first. Then she would worry about the growing urge to fall to her knees in front of the growling Heda.
“What do you want, Klark kom Skaikru,” hissed Lexa, her body coiled tightly as her eyes roamed over the girl’s lush curves. She couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to bury herself in between the girl’s thighs, to grasp at her curves, and nuzzle her neck.
“I have come to offer the alliance that we discussed. I know our negotiations were not exactly successful before,” she waved her hand in the air gesturing between them, “before all this happened.”
Lexa’s head jerked up, and she stared at the girl who stood only a few feet away. All it would take was one giant heave, and Lexa could crash her body into the other girl’s, bring her to the floor under her. She felt her cock twitch, and she couldn’t stop the rumble that spilled past her lips. Her eyes gleamed though when she saw the girl tremble and drop her head slightly in submission.
“An alliance, Klark,” she husked. She licked her dry lips, waiting for the girl who immediately looked up at her and lifted her chin defiantly. Lexa smiled slightly. This omega was strong, a leader, and not afraid. She felt her belly warm at the thought of the children she would produce: strong and brave. She let her eyes roam the lush curves again, imagining the girl’s belly swollen with pups. Her pups. Hers and no one else’s. She growled again.
“Speak, Klark. What do you want?”
Clarke licked her lips nervously, but secretly gratified when she saw red eyes stare almost longingly at her mouth. She coughed lightly.
“An alliance, Lexa. We have to decide today,” she implored, “Our people are coming. I’m not sure when, but most likely in a few months. If we already have an alliance in place, they will adapt easier to life here.” She hesitated waiting for Lexa to say something, but she was strangely silent.
Clarke licked her lips nervously again and continued, “We know nothing of this world. We don’t know how to hunt or build strong shelters. We don’t know how to make clothing,” she bit her lips. “We are dying, Heda. You are at war, and my people need protection from some of the other clans.” She grunted, “That was made more than obvious last night. We aren’t equipped to survive here.”
“It sounds like you need us, Klark, but what do you have to offer in return?”
“My people have medicine and technology that will help you communicate with your warriors. We have weapons that will help you defeat the Mountain. They will arrive when the Ark arrives.”
“Not good enough, Klark. I told you that during the first round of negotiations. I can’t wait for medicines that won’t be here for months, while you want protection and our help now.” Lexa smirked when she saw the irritation flicker in the girl’s golden eyes. She waved her hand in the air, suddenly a little more at ease. This was a political negotiation, and now she was back in her comfort zone. She leaned back slightly in her throne, and spread her legs just enough to help relieve the pressure in her pants. It also gave the girl in front of her a view of what Lexa had to offer. She smirked inwardly at the way the girl’s eyes widened.
Clarke grit her teeth as the words grated along her sensitive skin. She could feel the hair on her arms standing up, and she cursed the Alpha in front of her, whom she now knew was deliberately filling the tent with her pheromones, calling to her, coaxing her to submit.
Lexa’s narrowed when the too skinny boy next to Clarke shifted and started whispering in her ear. Murphy. She remembered they called him Murphy. It has been Gustus who had saved him from the Coastal Alphas who had lost control. She slid her eyes to Gustus who stood off to the side. He was gritting his teeth, but she could see the beads of sweat run down his temples. His hand clenched the pommel of his sword, and she had to admire his strength. She knew his eyes were as red as her own, and the prominent bulge in his pants was evidence of the Omega’s calls.
Clarke shook her head, but the boy nudged her and then stepped back. She sighed. Murphy was right, and she had known she would probably have to make this offer, but she was hoping it wouldn’t come to that.
“Well, Klark of the Skai People? I’m waiting for an answer. What do you have to offer?” Lexa bared her teeth, pleased when the girl instead of lowering her head, glared back at her.
“Omegas. Fertile Omegas. Unmated Fertile Omegas,” she spit out, her hands clenching into fists.
Dead silence. No one moved, as they waited for Lexa to decide.
“How many? How many unmated Omegas?” she whispered. She could feel the excitement in the room. The Betas were shifting slightly, and the few Alphas in the room were holding their breath, their muscles tight and strained, waiting to hear what could be the fate of their people. Clarke had been cagey yesterday, refusing to answer as to how many Omegas were in their camp, but now she had no choice.
“Forty-three. Thirty-eight of whom have entered their heats or will soon. The other five have presented as Omegas, but will not enter their heats for a few more years,” she took a deep breath and continued, “There are more Omegas on the Ark, unmated Omegas who are older.”
Lexa sat back with a thud, her breath leaving her in a great whoosh. She felt almost giddy at the excitement coursing through her veins. So many Omegas!
“But I won’t let you force any of them to mate or be bred!”
Lexa’s head jerked up, and she narrowed her eyes as the challenge in the girl’s voice. She growled warningly, and she could feel the unease in her Betas.
“You do not get to choose…”
“Yes! We choose. The Omegas get too choose who they want, if they want them. That is the deal.”
Lexa snarled, her hands tightening on the arms of her throne, and she restrained herself from throwing herself at the girl and making her submit.
Indra leaned down and whispered in Lexa’s ear, and Lexa slowly nodded, relaxing slightly.
“And what if your Omegas don’t choose? What if they don’t want to mate?”
“They will.”
Lexa snapped her gaze to the Omega boy, her brow knit as she curled her lips at him. She huffed out an angry breath, and from the corner of her eye, she saw Gustus lean towards the boy. Interesting.
“Will they? How do you know?”
Murphy swallowed hard, trying not to bow under the weight of the Alpha pheromones bombarding him as Lexa stared angrily at him. He nodded hard, his muscles shaking slightly as his knees started to buckle, but then he felt something else, a warm soothing scent that tugged slightly at his skin and hair, and he turned his head slightly, inhaling the comforting, strong scent. He licked his lips, and smiled a bit.
“They will, become some have already chosen.” He nodded at Clarke, “and others are going to offer themselves as part of the agreement.”
Lexa sat up straighter, her nostrils flaring. “Explain,” she bit out, her eyes catching Clarke’s.
Clarke lifted her chin slightly, “As part of the agreement, some of the Omegas, Alphas, and Betas have agreed to choose mates among some of the Clans.”
Lexa grit her teeth, “who has chosen whom?” she spat out. She could feel a burning pain deep in her chest, and she wanted to roar, she wanted to destroy something at the thought of this girl being one of them.
“Octavia has chosen Lincoln.”
Indra quickly bent down and whispered in Lexa’s ear.
“Indra wants Octavia.”
Clarke spluttered, immediately angry, but before she could protest, Lexa raised her hand and continued, “For her Second. She is a young, untrained Alpha, but she shows considerable strength. She is a born leader. But she must be trained and molded. Indra wants to train her, and I agree.”
Clarke nodded, already knowing Octavia would agree.
“Continue.”
“Out of the second group that came in today, Roma is a Beta, and has chosen the Mountain Clan leader. Harper and Fox are both Omegas and they have agreed to live with the Stone Clan, as long as they are not forced to mate or breed. They are confident they will find someone they will want to eventually mate with. And I suspect that more of our people might be willing to go with the Stone Clan.” Lexa nodded in agreement, knowing Lowiiie would protect the omegas and eagerly welcome them into her clan.
Clarke hesitated. This one was a little more difficult, “Miller is a Beta and Monty is an Omega, but they want to mate. Monty is willing to breed twice with the Alpha of his and Miller’s choosing. The pups will be raised by Miller and Monty and the Alpha they choose. But Monty will not mate with the Alpha. This is non-negotiable. Their friend Jasper will probably want to go with them wherever they go.”
Lexa furrowed her brow, thinking over the words. It would still give her what she needed, and she nodded slowly.
“Raven is an Omega and has chosen Anya.” Lexa raised her eyebrows at this. Anya had once been mated to a male Beta, who had died years before in battle. Anya had expressed no desire to ever mate again.
“And Anya has agreed?”
Clarke looked at her watch and smirked, “Oh I think Anya is probably doing a lot of agreeing right about now.”
Lexa felt her cock surge at the implication, and her nostrils flared at the heat that curled deeper in her belly. She knew the Skai girl had seen her member throb, and Lexa licked her lips at the desire that flashed across the girl’s face.
“What about him?” she jerked her chin at Murphy.
Clarke glanced at Murphy and raised an eyebrow at him, silently encouraging him.
Murphy laughed, but the laugh was slightly bitter, “I’m up for grabs, apparently. I don’t care. I just want to be fed, and I don’t want to be beat,” he muttered. He looked down refusing to look at Lexa, but he turned his head slightly, inhaling the warm scent he had smelled before. He started at the boots a few feet away, and he silently willed them closer.
He took a deep breath and shuffled to the side. One tiny step and then another. He knew there was no way to hide what he was doing, and while the thought curdled his gut, he wasn’t above begging. Last night had shown him just what could happen to an unmated Omega who knew nothing about the new world he’d fallen into. He needed a strong Alpha who would protect him and care for him, and he would take care of his Alpha in return.
He turned his head slightly and whispered, “I could be a good Omega, a really good Omega. I would take care of you. I would love you,” his voice shook a little, “You wouldn’t have to love me. Just don’t beat me.” He trembled at the heat in his limbs. “My heat is just beginning. It’s going to hit hard I think a little later, and I don’t want them tearing down the door to get to me. Tearing at me,” he muttered. He then bit his tongue, refusing to beg anymore, but he couldn’t help the trace of salt that spilled out of his eye.
Lexa stared at the thin, ratty boy, recognizing the way his arms shook, how they wrapped around himself. She expected to feel a slight rush of disgust at his weakness, but instead she felt oddly compelled to protect him. It didn’t occur to her, that she was instinctively reacting to a wounded Omega, that the Alpha in her didn’t just want to dominate, but wanted to protect. She would have expected to feel it for her own mate, but not for this ratty foundling.
But still she opened her mouth to assure him that her Beta warriors would protect him, but she closed it when she heard the deep rumble from her most trusted advisor.
“No one will tear at you,” Gustus rumbled as he stepped near the boy, careful not to crowd him. He couldn’t deny the need to protect him, the need to comfort him, shelter him. He reached out and gently caught the one tear on his thumb. He rubbed it between his thumb and finger, and then let his hand rest on the boy’s shoulder.
“No one will beat you,” he assured him. And when Murphy turned slightly and pressed in to his side, Gustus felt something slide into place in his chest, and he sighed as his arm wrapped around the boy. He inhaled deeply, letting the boy’s smell rush over him. He smelled like the apples that grew in the southern orchard. He couldn’t help but smile a little.
Murphy buried his nose in Gustus’ thick, barrel chest. He couldn’t help the relief that shook his muscles. He was safe. He would make sure Gustus never regretted it. He would be the best damn Omega ever. He pressed harder, feeling the heat slice into his belly, and he shuddered at the wet heat that dripped down his inner thighs, and his cock swelled and nudged against a hard thigh. He whimpered as heat gripped his muscles, and he pushed his cock hard against Gustus’s thigh, trying to rub himself against it.
Gustus tensed slightly, his nostrils flaring. He could feel the boy throbbing against his thigh, could smell his sweet, wet musk between his thighs. His cock swelled even harder, and he bit back a groan, as he felt the sweat slide down his back.
“Not yet, Skai Murphy,” he murmured as he rubbed his back lightly, trying to soothe him. But he couldn’t help the answering need flaring in his muscles, and he grit his teeth as he turned his attention back to Lexa.
“Gustus you are dismissed. Take your mate, and do what needs to be done. Indra, send four Betas with them.”
Gustus opened his mouth to protest, to assure his Heda that he was in control that he could resist until a more appropriate time, but Lexa beat him to the punch.
“No, Gustus. The sooner he is mated, the safer he will be. She turned her attention to Murphy, “Are you sure? You can say no, and my Beta guards will protect you.”
“I’m sure.”
She nodded and waved them both out of her tent, “Go.” She didn’t bother to watch as they hurried out of her tent.
She turned her attention back to Clarke. “And you, Klark? What about you?” She murmured quietly, “Are you part of this agreement?”
Clarke couldn’t help the shudder that ripped through her at the sound of the husky, silky voice washed over her. Damn her. She was doing it deliberately. She shuddered again when she inhaled the pheromones that Lexa was deliberately pumping out. She whimpered, and her knees threatened to buckle.
“St-stop it.” She bent over grasping her knees in relief when she felt the pheromones fade slightly. She looked up at Lexa noticing that the Alpha looked somewhat confused by her own actions. Clarke narrowed her eyes slightly. The Alpha had stopped when she demanded it. She was under no illusions that she could make the Alpha submit to her, but it appeared she was at least trainable, and willing to listen.
“Most of us want to stay here with the Trikru, but some are willing to relocate to other clans.”
Lexa nodded impatiently, “we can work those details out later. I want to know. About. You. Klark.” She bit out, her patience having run out. She shifted and felt her cock strain against her pants, and she growled in anger. The throbbing hurt, and she wanted relief now.
“No. I’m not part of the agreement.”
Lexa snarled harshly, “Then there is no agreement. No alliance. We can just take you, Klark,” she hissed as she felt the fury build in her chest. She could feel the weight of her people’s expectations on her shoulders. They were dying off, and the Omegas could save them. She growled again, knowing her people needed these strange Skai people. But this one…this one infuriating Omega. This one she wanted.
“If you try to take us, we will ally ourselves with a different clan. I’m told the Ice Nation is powerful and is interested in offering her nation as a home to my people. As a matter of fact, they aren’t too far away.”
Lexa heaved herself up off her throne, her features twisted in rage. She felt her Beta guards move in close to her, and she could barely think as they started pumping out pheromones in an attempt to calm her. She shook her head, her mouth open slightly. She was panting, and her cock was throbbing in pain, pushing harshly against her pants. She could feel sharp stabbing pain in her gut and in her cock as it continued to swell. The sweat dripped down her face, and she wanted to scream in rage.
She could hear Anya’s words from earlier as she had hastily explained to her that the pain she would feel in her first rut was normal, that she would have to get used to her body changing. That the first time her knot formed it would be excruciating and the only thing that would satisfy the pain would be the hot, slick flesh of an Omega wrapped around her knot.
She wanted to howl, she could feel the knot forming, and she knew there would be no relief.
“The Ice Queen will breed you like a bitch,” she panted, as she tried desperately to regain control, “she will let her Alphas loose on your Omegas. She will let them be hurt and abused. And you…you she will keep for herself,” she snarled. “You will be her bitch, her toy, and she will take your pups from you.”
Clarke stepped back, reeling from the Alpha’s words as they battered against her. She could feel her fury wrapping around her, and she couldn’t help it when her knees buckled, and she slid to the floor. She groaned and whimpered, desperately trying to not offer her neck, but every instinct screamed at her to submit; and she felt hot, angry tears fill her eyes.
Stupid, fucking Alphas, and their fucking pheromones, she thought bitterly. And she groaned in annoyance, when she felt herself grow wet and slick again. She could feel her heat surging and rumbling under her skin.
She growled and slowly managed to get to her feet, forcing herself up, forcing herself to face the angry Alpha. She growled and whined as she shoveled her feet and gripped her knees. At least she was standing even if she was partially bowed. It was better than nothing. She grit her teeth and pushed herself up the rest of the way and glared defiantly at the Alpha, but even as she glared at her, she couldn’t help the hot tears that dripped down her eyes.
It hurt. Her very skin ached with both her heat and the desire to submit. The Alpha’s call was so strong, that some Betas had already slumped to their knees, or were leaning on each other. She wanted to vomit, and her head pounded. She could feel her pulse pound behind her eyes, and her stomach roiled.
Lexa stared at her in shock and admiration. Her fury drained away. She had under-estimated this Omega. Truly she hadn’t put her entire strength or will behind her call to submit, if she had everyone in the room would be slumped to the floor, and many of her guards outside would be in their knees. But still she was impressed by Clarke’s strength, and she felt the last of her fury dissipate.
She breathed deeply, inhaling and exhaling slowly in an effort to calm herself. Her Beta guards straightened, some looking sheepish. She bit her lip and then did something she rarely ever did.
“My apologies, Klark. I should not have attempted to force you,” she sighed and rubbed her hand down her thigh. She choked back the groan as the side of her wrist scraped against her cock. She focused on the lancing pain, trying to center herself.
Clarke felt her chest loosen in relief. The storm had passed for the time being. She stared up at Lexa, and then let her gaze slide over the slim, muscled form. She licked her lips when her eyes scraped over the bulge in Lexa’s pants. She forced her gaze downward, noting the strong thighs and long legs. Legs that went on forever. She stared back up at her noting the heat that blossomed across the older girl’s golden skin. She knew her eyes were green, but red stared back at her for the time being.
“Ok,” she whispered, “I will mate with you. Only you. But you have to let my people choose their mates, and you have to let me lead my people.”
Lexa nodded and swallowed hard. She turned to look at Indra who nodded back.
“Knife, Indra.” She held out her hand, never letting her gaze leave Clarke’s. She felt the warm wood nestle into her palm. And she clenched the knife in her hand. She flipped it in the air, catching the blade in her hand. She walked closer to Clarke inhaling sharply, the girl’s sweet scent. She felt her teeth tingle. She shook her head to clear it. Soon. Soon.
She held out her other hand to Clarke, “give me your hand.” And when Clarke hesitated, unsure gold eyes clashing with her own, she smiled slightly, “its ok. This is just to cement the alliance and our joining.”
Clarke nodded and placed her right hand in Lexa’s outstretched one. Lexa carefully turned her hand over, palm up in her own. She clasped Clarke’s hand and then carefully slid the blade between there palms, twisted it the smallest bit and drew it back out, letting it slice their palms. She nodded in admiration that the Omega didn’t even flinch. She handed the knife back to Indra.
“Leave us.”
“Heda, I…”
Lexa growled, never taking her eyes from Clarke’s. “I said leave, Indra.”
Indra nodded sharply, and gestured for the guards to follow her out of the tent, leaving Lexa and Clarke alone. But Indra stationed Beta guards all around the tent with strict orders that no one was to disturb the Heda. She sighed, shaking her head. She hoped the Omega knew what was coming. She wasn’t even sure Heda understood.
She walked away calling for a messenger. She needed to send word back to Polis of the alliance, and what to expect. She also needed teachers to come and educate the young Alphas and Omegas. She growled at the thought. An entire generation of Alphas, especially female Alphas had been unprepared for the onslaught of young, unmated Omegas. And it was obvious that the Skai people had been caught unawares also.
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Lexa stared down at their still clasped hands, and then gently tugged her over towards her throne. She walked stiffly, trying to ignore the friction on her cock. Hopefully, soon it wouldn’t bother her anymore. She reached up and grabbed a piece of cloth from pole in back of the throne. It was soft and clean and would do.
She turned back to Clarke and released her hand, “Hold your hand out,” she murmured.
Clarke nodded dumbly, still reeling from the turn of events. She could feel the heavy warmth settling in her belly, and her thighs were flushed, and she shifted awkwardly, well aware that her underwear were ruined. Her only pair. They were old and worn from washing in the stream anyway. Hopefully Lexa would see fit to give her some clothing. She bit her lip as she eyed the girl, who was staring down at Clarke’s palm.
Lexa gently cupped Clarke’s hand, surprised by the tenderness she suddenly felt for the Skai Girl. She hadn’t felt it since Costia. She bit her lip, and then licked her lips. She couldn’t tear her gaze from the rich blood sluggishly seeping from the pale flesh. It wasn’t deep, and would stop soon. She licked her lips and brought Clarke’s hand up to her face. She inhaled deeply, her chest rumbling at the wet, slightly metallic smell. And without tearing her eyes from startled gold, she flicked out her tongue and pressed it against the small wound. She hummed deep in her throat when the iron hit her tongue, and she dragged her tongue up the small slit. She gently sucked on the wound, enjoying the way the blood coated her tongue.
But what she enjoyed even more was the way golden eyes flared at her, and the choked whine that ripped from the girl’s throat. She pulled back and lowered her hand, carefully wrapping the piece of cloth around it. She tied it off and let her hand go.
She stepped closer to Clarke, inhaling deeply, but before she could do more, she heard yelling outside the tent. She growled, her fury building quickly. The Alphas were getting too close to her tent, wanting what was hers. She would teach them all a valuable lesson. Her nostrils flared, and she glared again.
“Klark, I have to go attend to that,” she waved her hand in disgust towards the outside of the tent. “I will be back in a few moment. I will send Beta riders to your camp with more food and other supplies, along with the tea.” She chuckled ruefully, “Although I’m not sure how much the tea is helping, but it will be enough supplies for a few days, until we can bring the last of your people here. And then we can decide from there.”
Clarke could only nod, slightly confused by the sudden gentleness the Alpha was exhibiting with her. She could tell from her red eyes and the still significant bulge between her legs that the Alpha was in rut, but her pheromones had changed slightly, as if she were more in control.
“The sleeping area is there, and there is fresh water in there, if you want to um…” Lexa stared awkwardly at her for a moment, her face flushing as she gazed into slightly apprehensive gold eyes, “freshen up,” she finished lamely.
Clarke nodded and watched while Lexa turned suddenly and strode, albeit slightly awkwardly, out of the tent. She sighed and went into the small sleeping area. The bed was fairly large, and she blushed at the thought that there would be enough room for them to move around on it. She couldn’t stifle her groan as she leaned down and inhaled the scent wafting from the furs. It smelled like earth and rain and horses, and something raw and sweet, something spicy. She whimpered again, and lowered herself on to the bed. She laid face down, burying her face in the furs. She couldn’t help it when her hips jerked against the furs, and she could feel her clit swell slightly. She wanted to cry at the heaviness in her limbs, the ache in her sex. She was so wet, and she pushed down hard against the furs, pretending for a brief moment that it was a fierce and beautiful Alpha beneath her. Her Alpha. But then her head snapped up, and her nostrils flared when she smelled another person in the tent with her.
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An hour. It had taken an entire hour to deal with the matter, and Lexa was steadily losing control. The impromptu meeting had suddenly ended when she had stabbed her dagger into Quint’s hand, reminding the Swamp Clan general, who was in charge. As typical, they were arguing over the Omegas, each putting forth their claims. She had told them it had been decided already, and none would be forced to mate or breed or taken against their will. The warriors of each of the clans were welcome to try to charm any of the Skaikru into joining with them or even visiting their clans. But she made it clear, that she would launch a full scale war against any who stepped out of line. And after she had stabbed Quint, they were ready to listen and agree. She had also made it a point of mentioning that the Skaikru seemed to want to stay with the Trikru and their allies.
She growled just thinking about the arguments, but as she approached her tent, her steps became lighter and her growl turned into a purr. She could almost smell her as she approached. Clarke. Her Clarke, she couldn’t suppress the small smile that twitched at the corner of her mouth. She ached to touch the Skai Girl, to learn all of her secrets, to plunder her mouth, and memorize her taste. She wanted to bury herself in the other girl’s scent. She wanted to see Clarke’s eyes turn back to blue once she had sated Clarke’s heat. She wanted to wrap the girl in her arms, and breathe her in. She wanted to ask her about the stars, how bright were they really? What does it feel like to float above the earth? She wanted to teach her to ride a horse, she already knew which one she would give her, and she wanted to teach her how to fish, and she wanted to snuggle into her warm arms on a cold winter day, and know that this was where she was supposed to be, and…
She couldn’t help the excited rumble that spilled from her chest as she grasped the flaps of her tent and stepped in. But the rumble almost immediately turned into a roar when she realized that Clarke was not alone, there was another with her, standing next to her. Too close to her. Touching her.
She knew as soon as she had walked in, it was another Omega, and older mated Omega, specifically a Trikru Omega named Lux, who was bonded with a member of the Horse Clan. She was a story weaver, responsible for teaching the pups the clans’ oral history, and she wasn’t a threat, but still Lexa snarled in fury.
“Get out! Get out now!” She balled her hands into fists, a deep dark red flushing across her chest, and the Omega stumbled back issuing apologies and quickly ducked out of the tent. Rationally, Lexa knew she wasn’t a threat, knew that Lux had probably only been there to help answer any questions Clarke had, probably to help prepare Clarke. But despite this, she was already so far gone in her rut, that rationality was no longer a viable option.
She shook in rage, clenching her hands into tight fists. She grit her teeth trying to regain control, but she couldn’t stop the way that her muscles twitched with both fury and desire. She wanted to tear someone’s head off, paint her skin in their blood, but even more, she wanted the girl in front of her. But she knew she was too out of control. She would hurt her, and the thought of hurting her made her clench her fists even harder.
Lexa stomped over to the smaller table, her muscles trembling. She ground her teeth desperately searching for a thread of control, but the harder she looked for it, the worse her anger and agitation grew. She had never been so out of control before, but she had never been in rut before either, and she cursed her Elders for never preparing her for this inevitability.
Her instincts were screaming at her, pulling and tearing at her, telling her that her chosen was in trouble, that her claim was going to be denied, that she had to mate her and breed her before another Alpha could claim the blonde and take her from Lexa. She snarled and slammed her fist down on the table, relishing the momentary pain that shot up her arm.
She could smell her. Her scent was filling the room, and she panted trying to draw it in to rest on her tongue so she could taste her. Honey and berry mead. She groaned, she reminded her sweet and rich honey, and the tart berry mead they drank at feasts. She imagined the girl would probably taste the same, and her mouth watered at the thought of licking her skin, sinking her tongue into her sex.
Her belly curled in pain, she leaned over and struck the table again, bearing her teeth when it cracked. “You are mine!” she growled her back still to Clarke. She inhaled harshly through her nose, and her lips curled when she smelled something almost slightly burned. She knew what it was immediately: fear. She could still smell the girl’s cloying scent as it brushed along her skin, but underneath it was another scent, just the slightest edge that reminded her of burnt fur.
She bowed her head slightly, inhaling and exhaling as deeply as she could. She reached down and cupped herself trying to ease the continuous pressure. It hurt, and her nerves were popping under her skin, and this time she whined instead of growling.
Clarke took a deep breath, suddenly very thankful for those few moments she’d had with Lux. The older Omega had explained to her what would most likely happen, and the best way to help herself through her heat and Lexa through her rut. She steadied her nerves, trying to ignore the heavy heat settling into her thigh muscles, and into her pelvis. She winced at the feel of her slick coating the very tops of the insides of her thighs. Her system had quickly burned through the tea, and she knew very soon she would be incapable of rational thought, and she would be begging for Lexa to mate her. She swallowed thickly at the thought of the young, strong Alpha. And if the Alpha didn’t want to mate her, there were plenty of other Alphas just waiting for the opportunity.
“I’m sorry. Th-this rut,” she muttered, “I-I’ve never…” her voice trailed off, and she closed her eyes when she felt the younger girl move up behind her. She flinched slightly when she felt hot hands close lightly around her hips. Lexa could feel the heat pouring off the girl, and her belly tightened in pain, and her pulse started to pound in her veins. Her cock throbbed again, and she let out a muffled groan. She allowed the younger girl to turn her around so her butt was resting against the cracked table.
Clarke chewed nervously on her lower lip as she looked into gleaming red eyes. She felt a shiver skitter down her spine, and she wasn’t sure if it was from fear at the raw hunger on Lexa’s face, or if it was from desire. The Alpha looked like she wanted to rip into her flesh, taste her, feed off of her, fuck her and mate her, and yes, breed her. Part of Clarke recoiled at the thought of being taken so mindlessly, like they were simply animals instinctively breeding over and over again, but the Omega in her took notice, and she couldn’t stop the whirring deep in her chest from tumbling out. She knew she was calling to Lexa’s Alpha even more blatantly, if that were possible. She didn’t know what she wanted to communicate, but somehow her Omega knew.
Lexa’s eyes opened wide, and her breath caught in her throat when she heard the soft whirring. It was much like her own purr, but at a slightly higher and faster cadence. She growled and felt her canines tingle, and she sucked them briefly, feeling them elongate just the slightest. She’d heard tell of course the stories of Omegas whirring. It was said that they used it to call their Alpha too them, that it usually meant they were ready to breed, or that they needed their Alpha. Sometimes it was used to comfort their Alpha, and each whirr was unique to each Omega.
Lexa couldn’t stop her inner Alpha from preening as Clarke called to her, and her growling turned into a deep rumbling purr. She let her mouth open, her tongue flicking out trying to capture Clarke’s scent better. She shuffled closer, wrapping her arms around Clarke, burying her head in her hair.
“Mine. My Omega. My Klark,” she muttered into Clarke’s hair. She could feel the heat coiling in her muscles, and she pressed harder into Clarke, humping her slightly, groaning at the ache in her cock. Everything was starting to hurt, and she simply wanted to fuck and mate, but at the same time even as she pressed harder into Clarke, she instinctively was seeking out comfort from her chosen.
Clarke groaned at the feel of Lexa’s cock pressing into her. Her muscles were aching as if she’d run for miles, and she grit her teeth. She felt almost nauseous, and the heat flooding into her muscles felt almost cold and bitter. She was empty and hollow, and she simply wanted Lexa to fill up all the cold places inside of her. But she could hear Lux’s words still, cautioning and advising her on what to do. Even as she rubbed herself against Lexa, she knew that Lexa had the capability to seriously injure her.
She pulled her hips back just slightly, faltering when she heard the warning growl and felt teeth nip her neck. She bit her lip and slid her hand down over Lexa’s bulge, and the Alpha’s growl quickly turned into a needy whine, and she pressed herself hard into Clarke’s hand. Clarke squeezed gently, enjoying the way Lexa’s hips bumped hard into her. She slid her fingers up to Lexa’s waistband, and quickly undid the ties, her fingers trembling as Lexa continued to snuff deeply into her neck.
She kept her arms wrapped around Lexa’s waist and buried her face in the hollow of the older girl’s throat, kiss and sucking gently as she eased her fingers into Lexa’s pants. She could feel the heat rushing up to meet her fingers before she even scraped the hot flesh. She was relieved that the Commander had apparently decided to go commando. It would be easier to move her hand without further constrictions.
She gently caressed the tight flesh, shocked at how hot it was. She tried to be gentle remembering Lux’s words.
“She is young and untrained. While greatly disciplined in war, she was never properly prepared for this. The Omegas were already dying before her time. I was one of the very few born before her generation, and none were born in her generation. She has never had her body change like this, nor has she popped her first knot. It is very painful, and she will try to relieve it as quickly as possible. She will know instinctively that the best way to do that will be to bury herself inside of you. She will try to do it quickly, but because she has no training, she could seriously injure you, Clarke. I am not trying to frighten you, but you need to be able to prepare and help her through this. Helping her will give her the rationality and control needed to help you through your heat.”
Clarke licked at the sweat shimmering across Lexa’s skin, enjoying the slightly salty taste as she gently sucked along her collar bone. She let just her fingertips scrape gently along the hardened flesh, but it was awkward as she tried to maneuver her hand in Lexa’s tight pants. She could hear Lexa growling, and she wasn’t entirely sure whether or not the Alpha was actually enjoying it.
“Stop teasing me, Klark,” snarled Lexa as she pushed harder into Clarke’s hand, groaning as pain ran up her length, coupled with small pinpricks of pleasure stinging along her cock.
Clarke pulled at Lexa’s pants again, pulling them down a little more so she could free her cock. She was slightly startled when it suddenly sprung free of its confines, and Clarke moaned a little when she saw it. It was thick and long, and she worried for a moment if she would be able to take it; but even as she worried she couldn’t help but whirr a little. This was her Alpha, and her Alpha was the strongest, the biggest and built to please her.
“You need to make her cum before you let her inside you. She will be in pain and over-eager. Use your hand or your mouth, before you can’t. The tea will have little effect on her at this point, but it will still help you hold on to some rationality. You’re strong. Very strong. They are already talking about how you are able to partially resist her call.”
Clarke firmed her grip around Lexa’s length at the base and then slowly brought her hand up in a gently twisting motion. She could feel it pulsing in her hand, and when she ran her thumb over the head, she could feel the fluid leaking out. She swirled her fingers lightly around the divot, gathering up the fluid and then smearing it across the head and back down her length. She gently rubbed at the underside of Lexa’s cock at the base, enjoying the way the Alpha whined and pushed her body into Clarke’s. She wrapped her hand a little more firmly around Lexa’s length, gently squeezing as she dragged her fist back up to the sensitive head.
Lexa groaned and pumped her hips slightly trying to gain more friction from Clarke’s hand. She could hear a ringing in her ears, and the tight ball of heat sitting low in her belly started to unwind, and she whined as she felt the first shudders ripple through her muscles. Her chest heaved, and she felt her skin flush, and she felt the first momentary twinge of panic when she released that she couldn’t hold back anymore. Her hands tightened around Clarke, and she growled and shuddered hard when she felt her cock twitch hard, and she whimpered and thrust erratically, the first spurts of cum hitting Clarke’s fist and then her belly.
Lexa whined deep in her throat, burying her face in the crook of Clarke’s neck, drinking in her ripe scent. She panted hard and dragged her teeth across her neck, almost biting when she felt the muscles jump under her teeth. She moaned again at the feel of the small hand gently milking her cock, and she couldn’t stop the hot cum from spurting all over Clarke.
Clarke grimaced slightly, at the feel of the thick streams of cum spurting all over her hand and shirt. She grinned wryly realizing that Lux had been right about the Alpha cumming so quickly. She whirred gently, holding Lexa tight against her, still gently massaging her length, until she was finally dry. She glanced down between their bodies, slightly amazed at how hard Lexa was still. She licked her lips and shifted, feeling the heat in her own body building. She felt hot and sticky, wet and hollow, and she groaned wanting nothing more than to show her neck and pull Lexa to the floor.
Lexa huffed lightly into Clarke’s neck, refusing to pull away for a moment even though she desperately wanted to retreat. She could feel the heat flooding her cheeks, and she wanted to punch something. She had cum so quickly, too quickly, and she could feel the humiliation licking at her nerves. She couldn’t properly sate Clarke’s heat, if she couldn’t even control herself long enough to not cum with a couple simple touches.
She grit her teeth and finally abruptly pushed back from Clarke’s warm body. She couldn’t look into Clarke’s eyes, worried she would see her laughing at her, or worse see sympathy in her gaze. It was an Alpha’s job to take care of their mate, see them through their heats, and she felt hot tears sting her eyes at the realization that she was probably going to fail at this.
She jerked at her pants trying to pull them up over her stiff member, but she couldn’t stuff it back in her pants, and each touch sent tingles of electricity up and down her spine. She cursed and snarled as she kept yanking viciously at her pants, humiliation still staining her cheeks. She snarled even louder when she felt hands touch her own and a soft whisper.
“Here, let me help, Lexa.” Clarke reached out to help Lexa, but immediately recoiled when she heard the angry snarl. She whimpered, dropping her head and showing her neck as her body trembled slightly.
Lexa huffed angrily, backing up until she collapsed into her throne growling and still cursing under her breath. She gave up trying to stuff herself back into her pants, and she tried to ignore the way that her cock slapped against her abdomen. But she couldn’t ignore the heady scent of the trembling Omega, and she shifted forward, wrapping a hand around her member and closing her eyes. She grit her teeth, trying to regain control, but she could feel the pain slicing into her belly, and the flesh beneath her palm trembled.
She could feel herself growing hotter, and she ripped her shirt off, using it to wipe the cum off her cock. She groaned at the feel of the fabric sliding across her sensitive skin, and though the shirt was fairly soft, it still felt like she was being scraped. It hurt. Everything hurt, and she could feel her frustration building in her chest. And underneath the layers of pain was pleasure so intense, it made her teeth tingle and lengthen. She looked down, groaning at the sight of the swollen flesh at the base of her length. She was getting ready to pop her first knot, and she wanted to howl.
Clarke whined, panting and trying not to inhale the scent of the frustrated Alpha too much. Her head was heavy and cloudy from the pheromones that filled her mouth and burned along her veins. And despite the slight acrid scent of anger lingering in the room, she moved slowly towards the throne, her eyes still slightly downcast. She hesitated at the foot of the dais, and glanced up surprised at the red staining the young Alpha’s cheeks. She was grimacing and slightly hunched over in pain, and Clarke felt pangs of empathy for her. She grasped the hem of her shirt and tugged it over her head, and reached in back and undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. She smirked at the wide-eyed stare Lexa gave her, and then she gracefully fell to her knees right in front of her.
“We aren’t done, Alpha,” she purred as she pulled Lexa’s hands away from her groin. “Lean back,” she commanded gently, and she smiled when Lexa barely hesitated and did what she was told. She cupped Lexa in her hands, letting her fingertips just barely caress her length. She was so hard and hot, and she kept twitching in her hands. She knew it wouldn’t take much to make her come again. She leaned forward, kissing the tip of her cock head and then flicked her tongue against it, earning a loud hiss from Lexa. She slipped her fingertips around the start of her knot, and gently caressed the hot, tight flesh feeling it start to grown under her careful touch.
She slid her tongue along Lexa’s length, gently curling it around the cock head, and then she sealed her lips around it sucking gently while the Alpha groaned and twisted in her throne. And when Lexa buried her hand in her hair and tugged, it probably should have pissed her off a little, but her inner Omega basked in the sounds of her Alpha’s moaning and begging. And as she had suspected it only took a few sucks and flicks against her cock head, and Lexa came undone in her hands, howling a little as her knot fully formed.
She choked slightly when the first splashes hit her tongue, and she curled her tongue slightly, so Lexa could slide her cock along it. Her cum was thick and slightly salty and sticky, but when it hit the back of her throat, she realized it wasn’t as salty as she had thought. It was slightly sweet and musky, and she was pleased she didn’t choke on it, since she knew she would probably have to get used to it. She fisted Lexa’s length, jerking more firmly up in a slight twisting motion and then twisting the other way back down. She swallowed as much as she could, but she knew some was leaking out of her mouth, and down her neck. She was going to be a complete mess before this was over.
But even as she coaxed more out of her length, she hoped it would be enough to calm the Alpha’s rut at least a little. She gently caressed her knot, slightly amazed at how hot it was compared to the rest of her flesh. She shifted her legs, pressing her thighs closely together. The pain in her belly was growing, and she whimpered as Lexa’s shallow thrusts slowed. She was relieved when the Alpha finally fell back, falling deeper into her throne, covered in sweat, her muscles standing out in sharp relief under her skin.
But as Clarke looked up, she could still see she was hard and ready. She slipped her hand between her thighs in a vain attempt at soothing her own heat, and she whined again when her own touch did nothing but make her skin tingle and burn. Her nerves felt raw and flayed, and for a brief moment she felt resentful towards her Alpha who had failed to help her through her heat. Even as she felt the anger growing and twisting along with the pain in her stomach, she desperately wanted Lexa to fuck her, to fuck the pain away, to knot her, mate her. And she growled at the thought of being mated. It wasn’t what she had wanted, but her heat demanded it as did the new, tenuous alliance. She snarled a little at the thought, dropping her head as she pressed her fingers against the soaked material of her pants.
Lexa lay sprawled in her throne, limbs shaking and spent, but her cock still ached, and her knot was pounding along her nerves. She breathed deeply enjoying the scent of sweat and cum and pain in the small room. She heard the whimpering and whining and cursed herself for leaving Clarke in pain. Her heart clenched at the needy sounds coming from the Omega, and she bent over, tearing at her pants and boots. She managed to kick them off, and heaved herself off her throne.
She bent down and slipped her arms under Clarke’s arms, lifting her up. She scooped her up, and settled her at her waist, her hands under her bottom. She grinned when Clarke automatically wrapped her legs around her waist and squeezed. She could feel Clarke pushing against her, trying to gain as much friction as possible.
“Ok, Klark, ok,” she whispered as she stumbled on slightly shaky legs into the smaller room. She groaned at the feel of Clarke’s hot mouth sucking small marks into the side of her mouth. She dropped the Omega on her bed, having to force her legs apart so she would let go of her. But as soon as she released her, Clarke turned her head, burying her face in the furs and inhaling deeply. She whimpered a little as Lexa's smell enveloped her, and she could almost feel it resting on her skin. But it wasn't enough. It was never enough.
"Leska," she murmured.