Chapter 20

Chapter Twenty

Alfred

I go a little dizzy, so quickly does all the blood rush into my cock. It pulses hot and heavy against the confines of my leather pants.

On the other side of the room is a goddess in human flesh. She has done this for me, making the bed in a barbarian style—it is almost a nest.

I don't think she realizes the significance of what she has done or how much it means to me.

Or perhaps she does. Perhaps, this is my saucy princess pushing me to take that final step. I know she is desperate to be mine completely, to be fully seated on my flesh—including my knot.

Her eyes sparkle. She is alive with mischief and joy. That is what she gives me every day—joy. Living is a pleasure when one has someone like Penelope to share it with.

And then she put on this dress.

I fucking love her silk gowns, peeling her out of them, getting them all rumpled as I ravish my sweet princess. But this, this is new and strangely erotic, which makes no sense to a man who hails from the clans and who has seen women dressed like this every day.

Penelope is not one of my clan women. She is a princess—a noble. One might say she is many stations above me. I have accepted that. But in this place, we are equals. In this place, she will be beneath me in the manner of a woman being bedded lovingly by her mate.

I want to go to her, fist those long red tresses, and slant my mouth over hers. But I have not forgotten that whispered promise she gave me as I lay upon a fancy bed with my life in the balance.

I didn't realize that at the time, only after.

Penelope is no ordinary woman. Her submission is a gift to be cherished.

I will nurture every one of her fantasies.

So I don't go to her. Instead, I walk over to the foot of the bed, leaving her waiting as I inspect the deeply layered furs, appreciating the way they lend a barbaric feel to this once-civilized room. I have come to love this home in so short a time. But I also miss my former home in the clans. It seems like forever ago when I took her to my clan bed.

This time will be different.

Turning to face my mate, waiting expectantly by the mirror, I pull my leather jerkin over my head and drop it to the floor. Then I strip off everything except my pants, although I loosen a few buttons at the top, so they don't strangle my cock. They hang low on my hips—her eyes settle on them.

I sit down at the end of the bed and pat my thigh.

Her throat works as she swallows.

"Did you think I had forgotten?"

Her eyes darken, lifting from her perusal of cock bulging against my pants to meet mine.

The unmistakable perfume of her lust saturates the air.

She is fertile.

Ready to be bred.

"Get over here, mate. If I have to ask you again, this will go so much worse."

She huffs out a little breath and lifts her nose in the air, reminding me that she is regal to the core. She draws closer, but does so slowly, allowing me to feast upon the sight of her sweet, lush body all wrapped up in a hide dress, scandalously short by her Hydornian standards. Her breasts near spill out, and my mouth fucking waters.

"On second thoughts, bring me my tits. That dress makes me feel hungry, and I have a mind to indulge myself."

She hesitates—I see the mischief in her eyes like she is thinking about running. Brat! I clamp my hand over her waist and drag her onto my lap with her tits in my face.

She giggles, then groans as I scrap my teeth over the hide, over one distended nipple. Her fingers fist my hair, pulling me closer. I suck her nipple through the soft leather.

"Oh, please!"

I like the impatience in her voice, and I will have a lot more of it before I am done.

Only, I want this too, so I tug the lace at the front undone. Her tit falls into my waiting mouth. I suck hard, stuffing my mouth with the comforting flesh and lavishing her nipple with my tongue. I bite down over the sensitive nub—she jerks against my hold—and then suck to soothe it again.

There is another side, and I lavish it with similar attention. My hands slip under the hem of her dress, and I fill my hands with her jiggling ass as she presses against my mouth for more. I drag my lips from her tit, pin her body flush with mine and take her lips for a lusty kiss as I spank her ass hard.

She moans into my mouth.

Gods, how I love her.

By the time I come up for air, we are both panting for breath, and my cock is disgusted with me for not plowing her already.

Maybe a little taster wouldn't hurt? Warm her up inside…

"Take my cock out, little girl, and put it where you need it."

She huffs out a little breath, pretending to be reluctant. She likes it when I call her lass or girl or little girl. Yes, she definitely gets off on that. She is a princess who will one day be queen, a skilled fighter who stalked into an enemy camp without a bit of fear. But here in the privacy of our room, she is my filthy little girl who gets her bottom spanked and her pussy taken roughly by the alpha who claims her as his mate.

"Maybe you have something better to do and do not need my..."

She hisses, her hands between us, yanking the last few buttons undone and liberating my cock. She sobs with joy, lifting up and making me nearly spill my load as she slides the tip all over her slick pussy before finally lodging it at her entrance.

I don't help her, relaxing my hold, letting her struggle, bouncing down with little mutters of frustration as she tries to impale herself.

"That's my filthy girl. Look at you, using your mate for your pleasure."

"Oh, please help, Alfred!"

Well, since she asked so nicely… I take her hips in hand and slam her up and down. The pleasure shoots down my spine and straight to my balls. I repeat once, twice, three times before I lift her off and set her on her feet.

My cock is pulsing pre-cum and throbbing with arousal. If her little wail of protest is any indication, her pussy has been nicely warmed up inside.

"Now, over you go. No more dick until I have gotten my dues."

She all but throws herself over my lap, muttering about ungodly males. I grin, approving of her impatience.

We have done this a time or two since I first took her in hand. She enjoys a spanking as much as I enjoy being the one to administer it. I cup her ass over the dress. Gods, she has got an ample ass: firm, tone, and soft all at once.

I throw a look heavenward, beseeching the Goddess to give me strength not to come over my fucking pants before I lower my gaze and draw the hide dress over her plump ass.

"Fuck," I mutter gruffly as I cup the naked skin, already a little flushed from my earlier spanks. I love her like this, all submissive, draped over my lap, ready for my pleasure. "I can smell you already, mate. I think somebody enjoyed wearing this naughty little dress to tease her mate."

"Alfred, please get on with it! Spank me. And don't hold back. I am ready for you to spank me. I am ready for your knot!"

Spank!

"Do not tell a man when he will or will not give you his knot."

Spank!

She only groans and pushes up for more.

"That is very naughty." I pepper her bottom cheeks in loving spanks until it takes on a pretty, deep blush.

"Oh, why are you stopping?" She twists to peer back at me.

I arch one brow. "You are very fucking impatient."

Spank! Spank! Spank! The next spanks are particularly firm.

She gasps.

"Hm, I think somebody is enjoying this too much."

And she is.

We both fucking are.

I take my time, spanking and pausing to pet her ass or her slick pussy between. Occasionally, dipping my fingers inside to keep her nicely warmed. The sticky, wet noises of her arousal as I finger her lightly tell me how close she is.

"I'm going to fuck you in this dress," I say.

"Yes, please," she pants.

"In front of the mirror," I add.

She groans.

I withdraw my fingers and spank her ass again.

"Please, anything. Put your cock in me. I want you to."

I chuckle at her lustiness. I am a very lucky male who would not change a damn thing about her.

Plucking her from my lap, I rise and set her back on her feet. There is a rug in front of the mirror, which is very handy.

Only I don't want her to kneel on a rug. Not today. Today, she will be on a fur.

I take one of the furs from the bed. Her eyes widen as she watches me toss it out on the floor before the mirror. "Hands and knees, mate."

"Oh Goddess," she mutters, dropping instantly to her hands and knees. Peering back at me, she arches her back. My pants hang around my hips. My cock is out and slick with pre-cum. She licks her lips.

The vision she presents is a compelling one. Her tits are out and a little flushed from my earlier attention, hanging full and low like an offering. Her hide dress is a little rumpled from my handling.

"Pull your dress back," I say. "Show me your sweet pussy, where you will soon take my knot."

She gulps, reaches back without hesitation, flipping the dress over her ass.

"Fucking perfect," I growl, prowling toward her. I nudge her knees a little wider apart with my foot, smirking when she emits a needy whimper.

"Eyes forward, face against the furs. Present my pussy to me for ravishment."

She throws herself down, her ass jiggling enticingly as she quivers with need.

I shove my pants down and kick them aside before taking my cock in my hand and running my fingers from root to tip and back again.

"I think my filthy little mate needs it rough today."

She offers no dispute, presenting her pussy to me perfectly. She is ready, her slickness glistening on her inner thighs. I sink to my knees behind her. Her smaller form dwarfed by mine. Maybe a little taste first, just to tide me over…

Taking her hips in hand, I lift her juicy cunt to my mouth.

"Oh! Oh, Goddess!"

Mumbled nonsense pours from her lips as I devour her pussy from behind. Getting my tongue right up inside her, I purr manically as her musky flavor explodes over my tastebuds.

"Umn! Nummm!"

She is close. I don't want to get her off—yet. But fuck it, she tastes too good to stop.

"Don't come," I growl between licks.

"Numah!"

"Don't fucking come, or you will not get my knot."

I eat her out, feeling her twitch and strain under my hands, doing her best not to come because she desperately wants my knot. Her scent saturates me. My fertile woman. Ready for breeding.

Ready for my knot.

I tear myself away, blinking, dizzy, wondering for a stretched moment if she has come… if I have come.

But no, she is still whining into the furs, little noises of begging nonsense, and my cock, stone hard, has not yet spilled my seed.

"I'm going to seat myself to the knot," I say. "Then I will play with your pretty tits while you get used to the feel of it."

"I'm ready," she begs.

Spank! "You'll be ready when I say you are, little girl."

She started this, set the room to please me, dressed to entice me to rut, and then presented her pussy to be ruined. She started it; but I will be the one who finishes it.

Clasping my hands over her hips, I pull her open so that I can see the slick treasure.

Her fingers fist the furs beside her head. Good, I want her to feel the fur beneath her as I feel this needy cunt around my cock.

I slide the tip of my cock back and forth over her clit.

We are both shaking with need, both of us on the edge. My knot aches for the feel of her milking me and the ultimate pleasure that will be ours as I finally seat myself to the root.

I slide back past her entrance, and, this time, I push in, lodging the cock head and half of my length inside her cunt.

She clamps down over me.

Fuck. She always feels so good—knotting her will feel even better. I work the length in slowly. Savoring every thrust, savoring the way it feels as I get deeper with every thrust.

"You feel hot inside," I say. "Hot and slick. Ready to be knotted and bred."

"Please, yes," she pants.

I rut her slowly, bumping against her entrance with my knot. She is fertile and will be naturally more limber at such a time. Further, my alpha pheromones have been acting on her for many weeks and months. I believe there will only be a pleasurable kind of stretching as I fill her with my knot. I slide my fingers around the front and play with her fat clit. She jolts and squeezes over me.

I do not want her to come yet, so I keep my touch light, petting her with soft strokes until she begins to twitch and groan, pushing back wantonly for more.

"I believe you are ready. I believe you are ready for my knot."

Penelope

I have wished for this, craved this; but now that the moment is here, I can admit to being a little nervous.

I shouldn't be. This is Alfred, the man I love. One might think that, as a brutal barbarian, his ways would be equally brutal.

Oh, he can be rough when he wishes to, but it is always tempered with his love. Even when I have begged him to knot me, he has not. Instead, he has indulged himself in pleasuring me in every way imaginable, except that. Telling me anticipation will heighten the reward.

He is surprisingly patient for such a gruff male.

He also confessed once, when I was particularly needy and demanding, that his mother was an omega who traveled among the clans offering advice and support to betas mating with alphas. It seems she made a firm impression on all her alpha sons of the dangers of rushing this step, of how it can scare or even scar a beta if the alpha is careless or impatient.

He is so much stronger than me. I pride myself on my capabilities, on my ability to best man or woman, to not be vulnerable before anyone, and yet I am vulnerable before him. Alfred does not abuse his power over me; instead, he cherishes my submission. I could not love this man more, but not only do I love him, I respect him.

I am always safe with Alfred. It is the best feeling in the world.

I close my eyes and indulge in the sensations of feeling, touch, and the sound of his low purr as he ruts me with slow, determined strokes. The little nerves along my channel flutter on the cusp of a climax, one I know shall be denied until the point when he is seated to the root.

His knot is a little swollen already, and it makes the most delicious wet slaps up against the entrance of my pussy. I want to take him more than my next breath.

His strokes slow, become determined, and fingers dip deeply into my hips. I grip the fur, feeling the softness under my fingers and under my cheek, trying to focus on breathing, on not coming, as the pleasure washes over me in blissful waves.

Then his knot pushes against my entrance, sinking a small way in before it slides back out.

The next time, it seems to slip almost fully in before he withdraws. My pussy flutters as he repeats the move over and over again, pressing against my entrance, opening me wider, stretching me, but not entering me fully before he slips from me.

It is too much, yet not enough. It becomes harder to remain relaxed for him, to submit and let him guide this at his pace. His flesh is firm and soft as it passes in and out. I'm so close to coming, so close to falling into bliss.

I breathe, feeling his powerful body moving over me like waves crashing upon a beach. Each time he breaches me a little way, I mumble little prayers under my breath—please, please, please.

The knot slips all the way in and out so swiftly that I almost think it is a trick. The second time, there is no mistake, and a wanton groan feels like it is dragged out from me deep in my belly.

"Do you like that, mate?" he asks in a low purr. "Like me stretching you around my small, burgeoning knot?"

"Yes," I breathe. I fooled myself into thinking that this was all there was. It swells, sometimes when I pet him there as I suck his cock, and sometimes for no reason at all. I should have known it would get bigger, but exactly how large will it get?

A little frisson of fear slams up against the bliss. His strokes are determined, slow, steady impalements. He no longer hesitates to push his knot all the way in and pull it back out. The sensation is of him opening me there, the way it nestles briefly inside, pressing just right. My fists clench over the furs. I did not know it would feel like this. I did not know it would be so impossibly good.

"More," I beg. "Alfred, please give me more."

He picks up his pace just a little. The delicious slapping noises as his flesh meets mine fill the air. I am taking all of him to the root. It hits a place with a tip deep inside that feels an achy kind of good. I wanted his knot. I am taking it. Now I want it to lock.

"I'm going to come," I mumble.

"Not yet," he growls. His hands are tight on me still, gripping me without mercy as he begins to slam in and out. The quickening pace. The shuttling of his knot in and out as my body rushes towards the glorious high.

A climax explodes through me, ripping through my pussy and womb, engulfing my entire lower body, and fluttering all the way to my breasts and nipples.

I shiver with pleasure.

"Fuck," he mutters gruffly. He begins to pound into me, his knot slamming in and out, and I come helplessly over and over again.

His knot is growing. It has to be forced inside and dragged back out. There is an alarming moment where I don't think he can breach me. A monstrous strain follows as he pulses against my entrance, stretching me.

I come again, and his knot slips inside, then he stills. I feel his cock kick inside me. My pussy squeezes over him in sharp, spasmodic waves.

He growls. His fingers are bruising, and that is perfect to me in this heightened state. I love this feeling of him holding me to his liking, of being full beyond comfort on his cock and knot.

A hot flood inside me sets my pussy quivering yet again. I float into nothingness, a cataclysm going off inside my head as lights and sparkling dots dance behind my eyes.

I feel at one with him in ways I have never felt before— like I am wholly his and he is wholly mine.

Finally, he has knotted me.

Finally, I am claimed.

I don't want to move ever—don't want the moment to end.

As his hand slides under my belly, I hiss my complaint.

"Hush, mate," he rumbles as he drags me from the furs still, impaled on his knot. He rocks back onto his heels, pulling me flush to his chest.

Before me is the mirror and, in it, I see us. My dress is all rumpled from the rutting. His arms are clamped around my waist, thick muscular forearms and big capable hands holding me to him. My breasts hang lewdly out, a little red in places, and my thighs are spread wide around his, my pussy just hidden from view by the hem of my dress.

I'm so tiny before him, a beta before the might of an alpha barbarian. He is fierce yet so gentle. He is a treasure greater than the entire kingdom of Pershore.

I understand in this moment that I would give up everything if I needed to for him.

His seed trickles out and down the inside of my thighs. I am so full of him that it is hard to imagine where it all fits.

His gaze rakes over me, one of intensity and lust, before he lowers a hand and lifts the skirt of my hide dress higher so that I can better see where I'm impaled on his cock.

A wanton moan escapes my lips, and my pussy squeezes over him. He is so huge there, his thick male flesh splitting mine. "Goddess. I didn't know it would be like this."

The wicked barbarian only grins, lowers his lips to my throat, and bites.

There is a moment of brief pain before I fly apart and find rapture once again.

Alfred

"Now that is a pretty picture, is it not?" I growl beside her ear before lowering my lips to kiss the claiming mark as I watch us in the mirror. The tiny princess is impaled upon my cock. Her skirt has been lifted so that I can see where I enter her. I move my fingertips back and forth over her clit, enjoying the way it prolongs her climax and makes her squeeze my knot. Her legs are spread wide. Her tits are out and quivering, covered in little marks where my mouth has been.

I have bitten her throat—could not help myself from completing the cycle now my knot is inside her.

Her face is flushed, and her pretty hair is drawn over one shoulder.

Behind her is a huge barbarian, easily twice her size.

I have one arm clamped around her waist, my fingers against her clit, petting her, encouraging her to milk more of my seed. My other hand is full of plump tit. I will be locked for a while, and so I play with her tits, one side then the other, squeezing her nipples, making them fat and long. Enjoying her sweet pleasure moans as her pussy clenches all over me.

I kiss the side of her throat, nipping her earlobe, and then trace kisses along her jaw. "Gods, you feel good. I love you, mate—adore you, admire you. I lust after you. You are a dream in living flesh."

Her left-hand reaches back to grip the back of my neck, and she twists her head so we can share a lusty kiss full of tongues and gusty breaths.

As soon as my knot softens, I ease from her warmth, but only long enough to take her to the fine bed she has prepared for me. Here I rut her, taking her over and over again, encouraging her to take my seed into her anyway she needs. And she does need it, for her fertile state and the many weeks mated to an alpha act upon her like a potent aphrodisiac. She is insatiable, riding me for her pleasure, her tits bouncing as I lay back in my barbaric bed, sucking me, climbing over me, and demanding I eat her out.

I have only heard tales about how wild and intense it can be with a beta, how the alpha is controlled yet no less obsessed with breeding his mate. Joyfully, I sink into a special kind of rut.

Later, when I finally rouse to thoughts of food, and not rutting, I know my mate is thoroughly bred.