Chapter 19 Syra

"Little one, can you hear me?"

Thorus's deep voice rouses me out of my dream. I wasn't sleeping exactly. More like that strange twilight that exists at the very edge of consciousness, where the boundaries between reality and imagination get hazy.

In my waking dream, three monsters were with me. They were neither men nor beasts, but something halfway in between, their massive bodies lined with thick fur, their warm breath caressing my skin with heat.

Now, as I come fully awake, I realize the heat is real, and so is the fur.

The heat is from the feverish lust coursing through my body. The fur is from the animal skins I'm lying on top of, naked and soaked with sweat.

The monsters are real too, after a fashion. Three massive alphas standing at the foot of my nest, their cocks rigid with arousal, their eyes burning with a hunger that appears to rival my own. I follow the line of their gaze downward to my own body, and when I see what they're looking at, it sends a jolt of surprise racing through me.

I am naked, but that is not the worst of it. My legs are spread wide, and the fingers of my right hand are spreading my labia so the alphas can see my entrance and the shameful quantities of fluid that are seeping out of my body. The air is redolent with the hot scent of my slick.

I quickly snap my legs shut and pull the furs over me, but it's too late. The alphas have already seen everything. They have witnessed the depths of my desperation, and now only one question remains.

What are they going to do about it?

It is Thorus who takes the lead. He is the eldest of the three alphas, and the biggest, and he practically breathes authority. He still has his loincloth on, but it does little to conceal his massive erection. I can see the size and shape of him clearly, and it makes my pussy throb even harder with need. He kneels and looks approvingly at the furs gathered around my body.

"You have made a fine nest for yourself, omega."

I'm not really sure how that happened. The last thing I remember clearly is Thorus telling me to put out the piece of wood that was burning the pile of animal skins—which I did using a waterskin. After that, I vaguely remember running my fingers through the thick fur, almost in a trance. Then, the next thing I knew I was waking up from my strange half-dream, the furs had been arranged into this circular nest…

And I was lying in the middle of it, spreading my legs for the alphas.

Thorus surveys my nest a moment longer, then his gaze returns to my face, and he gives me a stern look that sends shivers racing up and down my spine.

"You have been a bad omega," he growls. "A very bad little omega, indeed."

"What?" I sit up, still clutching the furs over my naked body. "What are you talking about?"

"Do I really need to list it all out for you, Syra? You ventured out into the wildlands all by yourself, knowing full well that you were going into heat. That was an incredibly dangerous thing to do…"

I want to tell him I'm an adult, and I can put my own life at risk if I want to, but he doesn't allow me to get a word in edgewise.

"…Then you ventured into the graveyard of the ancestors, a forbidden area, and the consequences of that decision were most dire…"

I almost interrupt him to point out that was Markus's idea, but I don't want to rat out my friend like that.

"…And finally," Thorus plows on, "just a few moments ago, you jumped into the middle of a fight between two enraged alphas. You're lucky you didn't get seriously injured."

By this point, I've heard about as much as I can stand, and my head feels like it's about to combust from all the rage that is welling up inside me.

"It wasn't my fault Markus and Brik started fighting!"

Thorus quirks a pierced brow. "Wasn't it?"

"Are you saying my heat is what caused them to start fighting?"

He nods.

"Well, that's not my fault either!" I yell. "I never asked to go into heat! I never asked to be an omega!"

"But you are an omega," Thorus says. "And a naughty one, at that. Do you know what happens to naughty little omegas, Syra?"

I just scowl at him.

"They get punished," Thorus says. "And that's what I'm going to do to you, Syra. I'm going to punish you right here in your nest while Brik and Markus watch. I'm going to put you in your place, little omega."

"My place?" I say angrily. "And what place might that be?"

"Right now," Thorus growls, "your place is bent over my knee."

The alpha is so quick, I don't even see him move. One moment, I'm sitting up with a piece of animal fur covering my naked body; the next, Thorus is in my nest with me, and I'm lying facedown across his lap, with my bare ass lifted for the other two alphas to see.

"Hey!" I shout. "Let me go!"

I try to stand up, but Thorus's arm is resting across my back, keeping my upper body pinned in place. All I can do is kick my legs against the furs, and I quickly stop doing that as soon as I realize how ineffectual and girly it must make me seem.

"Calm yourself, omega," Thorus purrs. "This will be much easier for you if you simply accept your place."

"I don't want to accept my place!" I cry, tears flooding my eyes. "I don't want to be an omega. I hate being small and weak."

"Weak? My little omega, you are mistaken. You are not weak. Not at all. Let me show you just how strong you are."

Thorus brings his open palm down against my bare backside with a sharp smack. A moment later, the skin where he struck me burns like fire. I yelp in pain.

"Too hard?" Thorus asks.

I can't tell if he's taunting me or genuinely concerned, and I don't really care. The bastard is spanking me, spanking my bare bottom like I'm a little girl, and that is unforgivable. I toss my hair off my face and glare at him over my shoulder.

"Fuck you," I snarl.

"I'll take that as a no."

He swats me again, a little hard this time. His hand is so large it encompasses both of my cheeks. The blow jolts my entire frame and forces the breath from my lungs in a desperate gasp.

Hot slick gushes from between my legs, filling the air with my shameful scent.

I look at the other two alphas, who are standing at the foot of my nest, both naked and both highly aroused by the sight of my spanking. Brik even has his hand on his cock, and he is stroking himself slowly while he watches. I don't bother appealing to him for help. I already know how obedient he is to his pack master.

But Markus is supposed to be my friend. How can he just stand there and watch me get punished like this?

"Markus, do something!" I beseech him.

He just shakes his head. "I'm sorry, Syra, but Thorus is right. You need this."

For a moment, I just gape at him, unable to believe what he just said to me. Then, as Thorus's big hand comes crashing down across my bottom again, my expression shifts into one of pure anger.

"Brik was right," I hiss. "You are a traitor!"

Markus looks visibly hurt by my words, and he starts to take a step forward as if to help me. But then something stops him—my scent, perhaps—and he kneels beside me instead.

"Syra, what I did last night in the mausoleum was wrong. I thought I was helping you by putting myself to sleep, but now I see how foolish that was."

"Maybe you'd like to switch positions with me right now?"

"If I thought it would help you, I would."

Thorus's hand strikes my backside again and again, and the cavern rings with the shameful sound of his hard, unyielding palm spanking my soft, defenseless backside. I turn my face away from Markus and squeeze angry tears from my eyes.

"Stop it!" I beg Thorus. "Please stop spanking me."

"I will stop when you are ready."

"Okay, then I'm ready!" I shout. "I'm ready for you to stop spanking me!"

Thorus pauses, and for a moment I think he's actually going to relent, but his big arm doesn't move off my back, and my body remains locked in place. He shoves his fingers between my legs to stroke my wet folds. Then he pushes his middle finger inside me as far as it can go. That unexpected penetration makes me whimper.

"You're not ready," Thorus says calmly. "Not yet."

His finger withdraws with a wet sound.

My spanking resumes, even harder than before.

But as I lie there receiving my shameful punishment, something strange happens. Somewhere around the twentieth blow, the pain begins fading into something akin to pleasure. The inner walls of my vagina flutter with arousal, and even more hot slick pours out of me, staining the alpha's lap. My need is becoming unbearable.

"Please," I whine. "Thorus, please…"

"Please what?" the alpha asks without breaking the steady rhythm of his spanking. "I've already told you, I'm not going to stop until you are ready."

But I don't want him to stop. Not exactly. There's something else I want even more. Something too shameful to even put into words.

"Please, Thorus, please…"

Smack!"You're going to need to be more specific than that, little omega." Smack! "I can't help you if you don't tell me exactly what it is that you want." Smack!

Bastard. He's just toying with me now. He's trying to make me submit.

It's working.

The blaze on my backside is burning out of control now, but it's nothing compared to the fire burning inside my womb. Thorus is right. I need this. I've been trying to run from it for such a long time, but now the running is over, and there is nowhere left to hide. The time has come. I must face my need.

"I want you to fuck me," I whisper.

"What was that?" Thorus says, punctuating the question with another hard blow to my ass. "I can't hear you, omega. Speak up."

"I wan you to fuck me."

Smack!

"Louder."

"I want you to fuck me!" I scream.

"Do you want it?" Smack! "Or do you need it?"

"I need it!" I cry. "I need it so bad!"

"And is it only me that you need?"

"No! I need Markus and Brik too! I need all three of you! I need you to share me and fuck me and fill me with your seed!"

The spanking ceases, and the cave grows quiet, save for the sound of my ragged breathing and the quiet crackle of the fire still burning in the center of the room. As I suddenly realize what I have just said, my face fills with a heat that rivals the one currently scorching my punished ass. Thorus rubs his palm gently over my buttocks. He gives both of them an affectionate squeeze. Then his hand delves between my legs, and he slips his long, thick finger inside me again. This time, I can feel my pussy squeezing around him, sucking him like a mouth, begging him for pleasure and domination and seed.

He pulls out of me, and I whine at the sudden deprivation. I hear him suck his finger clean, and he purrs with satisfaction. When he finally speaks, his voice is as dark and rumbling as a thunderstorm.

"She's ready."