“What did you do,” Er’it asked in an angry hiss, mouth working against the small cut he’d made on her throat. Tongue worrying at the smooth edges of sundered flesh as the Omega bucked and whimpered beneath him.
“Nothing! It… it just happened. He put me in the dungeon with that thing. He c-called me an Omega. A whore, a thing to b-be used. He said I’d give him what he wanted.” Legs quivering with the strain, she edged them open, hips rolling upward to put pressure against her mound where Er’it sat against her. “What you want.”
“What do you know of what I want?” Er’it bared his teeth as she flinched and moaned, reactions at odds with the cruel agony he sent tripping through her, a fist of power wrapped tight around her spine.
“Y-you keep me as he did,” she said, gasping between every word as she scraped her nails against his thighs. “Use my body as he wished to. You said y-you wanted to breed me.”
Er’it wasn’t sure when her legs had opened, how they’d climbed onto his hips so she ground her sweet pussy against the bulge straining in his pants. He knew it angered him to be caught so unawares, that he liked the feel of her plaint body against his as she surged up from the floor to lock her arms around his shoulders with a stuttering cry of pleasured pain when he shoved his hips into her alongside a torrid wash of magic.
She was coming undone just from his power alone. The more he fed her, the wilder she became. Somehow his blade was at her chest, the tip dragging across the pale bronze of her breast. Spilling a sheet of glistening red against her skin that his mouth latched onto without hesitation. Feeding from her as his free hand found her lips and muffled her shrieks.
It struck him hard in the chest when it happened. Bright and cold, much as the scent that had led him down into the dungeons, it stabbed him square in the heart. Wrapping around the furious muscle with bitter tendrils, encasing it with crackling ice as he fed the blistering heat of his magic into the Omega soaking his pants with her pleasure.
At some point his eyes squeezed shut, a brilliant dance of colors blinding him beneath the protection of his lids. Prying them open, he startled at the sinuous threads of frigid blue tangling their way up his arms. Watched on in a daze as she found her release from the friction alone. Sparks of crimson and sapphire erupting into the pitch darkness of the tent, followed by forked tongues of scarlet and lapis. Brilliant stars scattering into the shadows to illuminate every inch of the tent. The bright flavor of her sweetness filled his mouth, burning his tongue with its chill as her scream battered against his palm.
The show of lights died as fast as it seemed to appear, leaving Er’it blinking at the bright red and chartreuse dots dancing in his vision. Her panting loud beside his ear as he covered her with his bulk, huddled around her as if to protect her. Every glimmer of sunset gone from her skin, she lay passive under him. Still not struggling, just as she hadn’t when his magic still coated her from head to toe.
“Who are you,” Er’it asked in a whisper, rising onto his elbows to see the dreamy night sky of her gaze, her stuttering hum filling him with something close to pride.
Questioning her now would be futile as she whined and rubbed against him. Pain had proven little motivation to her, instead bringing her a pleasure he’d never seen from someone. He’d heard tales of some who reveled in the bliss of true pain but had never tried to torture one. Yet the Omega had cried too well and long for him to think she desired true pain.
Lashes fluttering, Er’it realized he was beyond exhausted. Limbs slack and heavy, he groaned and rolled to his side. He was spent, and he hadn’t used even a measure of what he was capable of. Half asleep as his head nestled into the thick cushion, he couldn’t find the energy to haul their bodies onto the bed waiting a few feet away. Instead he snagged the nearest thing to cover them, wrapping the Omega around him so she clutched to his body and whispered her little humming purr against his chest.
Darkness crept over him before he could recognize the smile pulling at his lips.
* * *
Eyes opening, Er’it sighed at the cool light of early morning skimming his shoulder. Illuminating the Omega’s face, peaceful in sleep as he never saw her in her waking hours. A faint smile graced her lips, making them lusher and more irresistible than ever.
His urge to kiss her so forceful he found his lips against hers before the thought formed, Er’it muffled his groan with her mouth. Swallowing her startled little hiccup as he tugged her body, still soft and warm from sleep, beneath his to rut with agonizing slowness against her. His body responded to her in an instant, his need for her as dire as thirst and hunger. Her desire matching his own as she made little coos and murmurs against him, daring to dart out her little pink tongue to taste him.
“Majesty? Are you awake,” Ath’asho called in as quiet a voice as the large man could muster, rapping his knuckles against the wooden pole.
Ice drenched the fire roiling in his belly, the chill of it snaking down his spine. He’d failed to get his answers from her. Depleted of his magic, he’d passed out and remained vulnerable through the entire night because of this female. Er’it’s anger returned in full force, doubling down on as the Omega peered up at him with dazed black eyes and a puckered line marring her brow.
Er’it shoved the woman away with a snarl, pretending not to hear her whimper of pain or the choked sob she made as she crawled further away from him. Huddled like a whipped dog, trembling in the cool shadows with her head hung between sagging shoulders. Yanking the tent flap open, Er’it greeted his general with a narrowed gaze that begged for the smallest of slights.
“Shall I bring water and food, Majesty?” Ath’asho kept his eyes centered on Er’it chest, failing to give the provocation Er’it desired.
“Yes,” Er’it said as his fingers worked over the hilt of his knife. He had no memory of slipping it back into its sheath, but the flakes of rusty brown and berry red staining his fingers proved he had done what he thought he had last night.
Glancing at the Omega, Er’it’s lips twisted. More proof of his endeavors marking her chest and neck, bruising and shallow cuts. He remembered too well the way she’d come as he fed her his magic, taking in her blood, leeching away her life by the mouthful.
“Get me Tor’en as well,” Er’it shouted at Ath’asho’s retreating back.
Turning to the Omega, he crossed his arms and surveyed the damage he’d wreaked upon her. None other than Ath’asho and Tor’en could see her like this. Those two alone would keep their silence. Muttering under his breath, he threw his coat at her, barking an order for her to cover herself over his shoulder as an anxious knock came against the pole once more.
Snatching the tray from the poor girl whose face went green under the lush olive cast of her skin at the sight of Er’it’s bared teeth, he slapped the tent door closed before she could regain her composure and look at the wounded Omega. Repeated the same as another came bearing water and cloths for a wash, hoping the young man didn’t see the crimson stain spreading on the front of the coat the Omega wore.
“Eat. Wash.” Having given the order, Er’it went back to ignoring her. Hating the way her scent taunted him as the tent warmed, sending her sweet musk into the air. Knowing that if he said anything about the slick coating her thighs, still sticky on his pants, that’d he’d lose his resolve to not touch her until after he’d spoken with Tor’en. Growling when he found himself edging nearer to the woman as she pushed little bites of food between her lips and chewed as if she had no will to even eat.
Then it made sense. All of it coming together in his mind, creating a vast picture that stole his breath for a moment. Omegas had no power of their own but must return to their place of power for him to perform the rite. Last night, the icy blue power that tasted of snow and fragile beginnings had defied the molten heat of his magic. Enabling the Omega to lay waste to it as she sought what she desired, finding her pleasure despite what he’d done to her. Perhaps even because of it.
“You wished to see me, Majesty,” Tor’en said from just outside the tent, voice as stiff as his back ever was when angered.
“Come inside,” Er’it said, grabbing Ath’asho’s attention with a brisk wave before hauling Tor’en inside. Shoving a hand through his hair to restore some order, he paid no attention to the sound of pained horror that fled over Tor’en’s lips or the way Ath’asho’s shoulders tensed as he came into the tent and saw the Omega crouched beside the tray.
“Ath’asho, what lands are nearest here,” Er’it asked, pacing the breadth of the tent as he stared hard at the Omega’s bowed head.
