Chapter 14 Brik

At first I think Thorus is doing me a favor by letting me carry the omega, but I soon come to suspect it's actually a punishment for the aggressive way I behaved toward the other alpha.

The problem isn't Syra's weight. Sure, she's larger than most omegas, but I like that about her. I like it a lot, in fact. Anyway, she could be twice as heavy as she is, and I would still have no problem carrying her all the way across the entire Zone and back again.

No, the problem isn't her weight at all.

It's her scent.

Her perfect, round ass is bent over my shoulder, just a few short inches from my face, and I'm getting a noseful of her delicious heat-scent. It smells more appetizing than the juiciest cut of meat, and more intoxicating than the strongest mead. It sets my blood on fire, and it turns my cock into a piece of hardwood beneath my loincloth.

Source, I would like nothing more than to throw her to the ground and feast on her pussy for hours, then spend a few more hours rutting her, until her body is dripping with my seed.

The only thing that keeps me from doing that are my protective alpha instincts, which are even stronger than my desire to breed.

That and the fact that Thorus would kick my ass if I tried it.

So I endure my agony instead, and by the time we finally reach the hideout, my balls feel like two lumps of lead.

The hideout is part of a large cave system located halfway up the slope of a low, forested mountain. From the entrance of the cave, we can see the towers of the Central Ruins glittering in the distance. If we were to climb over to the other side of the mountain, we would be looking at the Farlands, and beyond that the big metal wall that separates the Zone from the Outside.

The entrance to the cave is concealed by a large, egg-shaped boulder. To the unknowing eye, that boulder would appear unmoveable, but it can be moved, and Thorus moves it now, rolling it to one side with surprisingly little effort. He motions for me and the omega to enter, followed by that other stupid alpha named Markus. The one without any piercings.

"You can put me down now," the omega whispers.

"Not yet."

"I can walk," she insists. "I'm not a child, you know."

"Oh I know," I tell her.

After several hours of walking through the wildlands with the sweet smell of her cunt in my face, I am painfully aware of the fact that she is a woman grown and ready for breeding. At this point, my cock is so hard I could break bricks with it. But I do not put the omega down.

Thorus slips into the cave tunnel behind us, and as he carefully lets the boulder roll back into position, we are submerged in total darkness.

"Now little omega, do you see why I must continue to carry you?"

"I'm not little," she growls. "And I have other senses besides sight. I'm no stranger to exploring dark places."

That's probably true. I noticed as soon as I saw her in the graveyard that her body bears a lot of scars for an omega. The kind of scars an alpha would have. Scars from fighting and hunting the wild beasts of the Zone.

"I'm not putting you down," I tell her. "Not until Thorus tells me to."

"Oh really? And what about when you need to take a piss? Do you have to ask Thorus for permission for that too?"

I experience a sudden scorch of anger, but it quickly turns into a chuckle. This omega is not like the others. Most of the females in the Zone are gentle, soft-spoken creatures, but not Syra. Her attitude is more like that of an alpha than an omega. Her body, however, is all woman. Soft, supple, round in all the right places.

And her scent. Holy Source, her scent…

Ahead of us, the tunnel opens up into a larger, roughly circular chamber with several other small tunnels branching off from it. I don't need my eyes to see this. The echoes tell me everything I need to know. Besides, this is my hideout. I've been here hundreds of times. I know where everything is, and where all those various tunnels lead.

I carry the omega into the very center of the chamber and wait for the others. I hear Markus come shuffling in behind me, his footsteps slow and uncertain. Then Thorus is there, moving through the darkness with the quiet confidence of a cave lion.

"Brik," he says. "The omega is dirty. Take her and bathe her."

"Bathe me?!" Syra shouts.

"We have been traveling for several hours in the hot sun," Thorus says calmly. "Not to mention everything that happened to you this morning. Do you not wish to get clean?"

"Yes, but I can clean myself. I don't need an alpha to bathe me."

Thorus's voice remains calm, but I am familiar enough with my pack leader's moods to hear his impatience growling beneath the gentle surface.

"These caverns are dark and dangerous," he says. "It is easy to get injured or lost. You need someone to accompany you."

"Then let me take her," Markus interjects.

I scowl in the darkness.

"No," Thorus says flatly. "You are as unfamiliar with these caverns as Syra is. You're going to stay here and help me get a fire started. Then you and I are going to talk."

Thorus is speaking to Markus, but I sense that that last phrase is addressed to me as well. He wishes for me to interview the omega while I am bathing her. Afterward, we will compare notes.

He wants to see if we can trust this unpierced alpha.

There is a moment of silent hesitation from Markus, but at last he relents.

"Very well."

"Don't I get any say in this?" Syra asks angrily. "It's my body we're talking about here."

"Of course," Thorus replies. "You may remain here if you wish, with your body covered in sweat, seed, and blood. Or you may let Brik bathe you. Those are your two options."

Syra doesn't answer, but I can feel her glowering on my shoulder.

"Well?" Thorus says. "What'll it be, omega."

"I'll let Brik bathe me," she grumbles.

That is all the encouragement I need. I immediately head for the tunnel which leads to the hot spring. But before I have exited the main chamber, Thorus's voice stops me.

"Brik."

I turn and face my pack master in the dark.

"Yes?"

"You are to bathe the omega, and that is all. I don't feel like untying any more knots today, do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

I carry the omega down the dark cave tunnel. She doesn't say a word to me the whole way, but her scent never stops talking to me. It's telling me to do all those things my pack master just forbade.

After a few minutes of walking, the sound of rushing water can be heard in the distance. A few minutes after that, we are in the spring chamber. Like the rest of the cave, it is pitch black, but I've been down here with a torch once, so I know what it looks like. The water enters the chamber from a hole about fifteen feet up the wall, and pours down like rain into the knee-deep pool which flows away into an underground river. The water comes from a hot spring that has its source somewhere deep within the roots of the mountain, so it is warm all year round.

I lift Syra off my shoulder and set her down at the edge of the pool. She immediately starts to move toward the water, but I grab her arm to stop her.

"What are you doing?" she asks. "I thought you brought me here so I could bathe."

"Be patient," I tell her. "The bottom of the pool is slippery. I don't want you to fall."

I can practically hear her eyes roll.

"I won't fall," she says. "I'm a hunter. I've probably been hunting even longer than you have. I've got good balance."

I can't help but smile at that. If she tries using that kind of sass with Thorus, she's going to earn herself a spanking, and it's not going to be like that little love tap he gave her back in the graveyard. But he didn't send me down here to discipline the omega. He sent me to bathe her, and that's precisely what I intend to do.

I'm going to be very thorough about it too.

"Listen," I say. "I'm sure you have incredible balance, but on the off chance you do slip and bang your head or something, I'm going to be in a shitload of trouble with Thorus, and I do not want to get on his bad side. So please, for my sake, just be patient."

Syra sighs. "Fine."

Good girl, I think to myself, but I don't say it out loud. I know if I did, it would only rekindle her defiance. I let go of her arm, and I am pleased when she chooses to stay put while I make the preparations for her bath.

There is a natural alcove in the wall where Thorus and I store several lumps of tallow soap. There's an old omega who makes the stuff for us, and every time we're back in the Central Ruins, we pay her a visit and stock up. The stuff doesn't have much of an odor to it, but it does a great job of washing away dirt and grime. I can't wait to spread it all over Syra's bare skin.

Exploring the shape of her body in the darkness is going to be a pleasure.

But I don't reach for the soap right away. There's something else I need to do first. Something I've been wanting to do for a few hours now. It has to do with my cock. The damn thing is hard as a rock, and the tight crotch of my loincloth is making it ache something awful.

I need to set it free.