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Beau hits the ground with a huff, all the air punched out of her chest on impact. Yasha follows her down, pinning her to the ground with her hips while both hands press into Beau's wrists. She takes in a ragged breath that has nothing to do with the rough landing and everything to do with the other alpha pressed down over her. The pheromones on the air between them make her huff defiantly, but she doesn't even pretend to struggle under the other woman's weight.
Her alpha instincts chafe at being held down, being dominated. Something else in her revels in it, in feeling so small and helpless to the other woman's whims. She's torn between the desire to throw her head back and offer her throat and the opposing instinct to throw off the other alpha, to be the most dominant in the room.
Yasha's pheromones calm her in the way an alpha's shouldn't and Beau stills. Her chest heaves, eyes locked on Yasha's. Her cock twitches as she strains, the pheromones thick on the air, dominant and possessive. Some her own, some her alpha's.
It's hard to define just what she needs in this moment, hot and pent up from the fight. Struggle gets her going, always has, and the edge of pain does nothing to slow the build of heat in her gut.
With a frustrated groan, Beau submits. The air is too cool on her overheating skin.
Again, her instincts flare up to object. She should be fighting this, fighting for dominance, for the hint of a chance to bury her dick in a warm, willing body. Instead, lightning burns all along her spine. She feels too sensitive where Yasha's hands press hot and heavy into her wrists. She squirms, warm and wanton and not sure what she wants or how to say it.
Yasha takes the initiative, grinding down into her hips. Beau throws her head back and moans. She can feel the other woman's hardness through her pants, dragging against her own. A wanton chant spins loose in the back of her head; yes, more, alpha, please. She's conflicted but she wants, she wants so deeply.
Beau lets out a whimper, arms loose in Yasha's steel grip. She's breathing hard, bruising and sweaty from the spar. She grinds up into her alpha. A weak part of her gives in completely in that moment, calls to be held and fucked and bred.
“Be still.” Yasha frees her wrists in favor of pressing her down by the shoulders and Beau goes limp beneath her, obedient.
The thick smell of Yasha's pheromones makes Beau whine again, heavy with ozone and iron. She's not just beaten, she's laid out and owned. But she likes it more than she should. She wants desperately, rucking against the other woman's hardness. Everything's gone soft and bright around the edges and Beau reads hesitation in Yasha's gaze. She doesn't want her hesitant, she wants her rough and hard and, gods, she wants this woman to fuck her until she can't walk straight.
“Fucking make me.” Beau spits, rocking her hips up into Yasha's.
The other alpha's grip on her shoulders turns bruising, digging into her like iron, and oh, her eyes go dark.
“If that's what you want.” Yasha mutters.
She gets no warning at all before she's flipped and pinned down, face pressed down into the grass. Beau huffs, but doesn't put up a fight.
Yasha growls softly at her defiance, but lets it slide.
Part of her is tempted, held down as she is, to press her shoulders flat to the ground and lift her ass up; to present like an omega. Her alpha instincts practically snarl at the thought, but the way she burns under Yasha's touch is overpowering. Her legs are splayed and loose and the grass prickles at her.
The warm hand pressed between her shoulder blades shifts up, leaving a fiery trail along her skin. The other alpha's hand settles firmly around the back of her neck, and Beau melts under that iron grip.
Her thoughts quiet.
She presents, her alpha's scent in her lungs.
“Oh. You're so beautiful.” Yasha mutters, then catches herself and corrects. “You're going to take me so well, Beau.”
Beau throbs in her pants, too worked up to catch the other alpha out on being soft. She shifts a little, getting comfortable. Her mind is calmer than she expected, her instincts silenced for the moment. She's so fucking ready for it -has been for weeks, if she's being honest. She feels sensitive and all too hot as she waits for her alpha to fuck her. She clenches around nothing, breathing hard.
“Good girl.” Yasha says almost mindlessly as she tugs down Beau's pants with one hand.
The wind is knocked out of Beau's chest all over again. It only takes two works to stun her, as it turns out. Something in her thrills at the praise -her alpha's praise. It takes her a minute to resume breathing again.
Fingertips glide up the inside of her thigh, sending a different kind of thrill straight between her thighs. Beau gasps weakly into the dirt when the sensation reaches the crux of her legs. Yasha wastes no time, slipping forward to handle her shaft firmly in a warm hand.
“Fuck, Yash.” Beau grunts.
The way Yasha gently strokes and toys with her makes Beau's half-hard cock jump straight to fully erect. She breathes out sharply. Yasha's touch is unhurried, exploring as much as it is teasing. Beau can't manage to be annoyed, despite their position and the urgent need thrumming in her veins. Besides, her dick finally getting some attention is a relief. A finger strokes around the tip, languid, and Beau lets out a moan.
“Needy.” The older alpha teases.
“Gods yeah, after you snarled and pinned me like th-” Beau cuts herself off with another moan as the hand around her dick squeezes tight, stroking more quickly.
“Snarled?” Yasha wonders a little absently.
“Uh.” Beau tries to keep her voice level despite the stimulation. “Yeah, you like, growled?”
“You like it when I growl at you?” Yasha questions, grip easing off again.
Beau grumbles and shrugs, embarrassed by how true that is.
The hand teasing her slips away, tracing a curve around the inside of her thigh. As Yasha's fingertips slowly trace up to the clenching ring of her tight hole, Beau shivers.
For a moment, the hand withdraws. Beau whines plaintively until it comes back, chill and slick with oil.
“Fuck.” Beau whimpers.
Yasha's fingers circle at her entrance, leaving cool trails of lube along her tingling skin.
“Do you like that?” Yasha asks softly.
“Yeah.” Beau pants. “Gods, yeah.”
The fingers against her move faster, rougher.
“Do you want to take my fingers?”
“Inside.” Beau insists, “I want you inside me.”
The hand at the back of her neck squeezes, reminding her who is in control.
Beau submits obediently, pressing lower and raising her ass to be fucked.
“Good girl.” Yasha huffs, amused.
She is rewarded with the tip of a single thick finger pressing into her, rubbing slick oil into her as it goes. The penetration stops at the first knuckle, just beginning to tease her open.
Beau moans, clenching deliberately around the other alpha's fingertip. It feels good inside her, hardly even holding her open.
“More. I need more.”
The hand at her neck tightens again, a reminder.
“Fuck.” She rasps, “Please.”
“Good girl.”
The fingers against her begin to move again, the one inside her sliding out and then back in a little deeper. It's nowhere near enough, but those shallow thrusts start up a rhythm. The friction inside of her, pressing against her inner walls, lights her ablaze. It's just a taste of what's to come and Beau is breathing hard, sweat trickling up her back.
Yasha keeps moving inside her, tugging at her outer rim and teasing her open bit by bit. She strokes Beau's inner walls gently, coaxing the fire that's been building in her gut. As she adjusts to taking the first, a second finger presses in alongside it. They build back up to the pace from before, easing apart to work her open even more. The oil makes them slide smooth and painless against her overheated skin.
Beau groans as Yasha scissors her fingers on each stroke out of her. She's hard and throbbing and pressed into the ground. The passing breeze against her burning skin leaves goosebumps everywhere it touches.
A third finger teases at her rim, sending a shiver up her spine. She moans, clenching around the fingers already pumping inside her.
“You're taking me so well, Beau.” Yasha revels softly.
Beau's instincts thrill and bristle at once, choking her with indecision. She shivers, feeling filthy and small and good. The hand at the base of her neck squeezes again, just a faint reminder that it's there.
Beau has never felt so submissive in her life. It feels good -so much better than she'd thought it would. She thought it would hurt, but she's on cloud nine. She knows now this could never feel bad; it's Yasha touching her.
“More,” She pants.
Yasha slips the third finger in on the next thrust, slowing her pace to ease it in. Between how prepped she is and the slick oil, it doesn't even sting, she just feels full. The pace builds back up slowly, Yasha's thick fingers plunging and scissoring, stretching her ass for the taking.
Beau rocks her hips back impatiently, frustrated with all the foreplay. The heat that's been stoking in her belly and cock has plateaued. She whines petulantly. Yasha moves inside her, too slow and too shallow. She wants her deeper; she wants her cock.
“Fuck, Yasha. I need-” Beau sputters out, her grip on words slipping. “Please.”
Yasha shushes her, loosing her grip on her neck to trace back and forth across her shoulders. Beau relaxes into the touch immediately, needy whines cutting off. The desperation lingers in the space below her ribs. The shallow thrusts into her are nowhere near enough.
“You just want to get to the good part already, hm?” Yasha hums, affection clear in her voice.
“Shit, yeah I do.” She moans. “Please.”
“Soon, baby.” Yasha offers gently, hand slipping up to the small of her back. “I don't want to hurt you.”
“I can fucking take it.” Beau sputters.
For a minute, Yasha seems to consider it.
“Have you done this before?” The older woman asks.
“Yeah, I've had sex before.” She snips.
There's another long pause.
“Have you taken another alpha's cock before?” Yasha asks, voice suddenly low.
The possessiveness in the other alpha's tone makes Beau shiver, breath stuttering. What might unnerve her from someone else just attracts her more to Yasha. Here, in this moment, she belongs to her.
There's a thought hovering in the back of her skull, that she shouldn't be into this. That she's a fucking alpha and she's better than this.
“No.” She admits weakly.
“Then we do this my way.” Yasha reaffirms softly.
Beau gives a defeated groan and slumps into the ground. She half wants to cry, she needs it that bad.
The hand on her back shifts up her spine, sending a wave of warmth through her. Then it traces back down to her tailbone and rests there heavily.
“Soon, Beau.” Yasha promises.
The rhythm of the fingers in her ass turns rougher, stretching her further and faster and Beau revels in the burn. The hand on her tailbone slips around the crease of her hip, pulling her into each thrust.
Beau isn't sure how many minutes slipped past her while she lay there, panting desperately against the earth. The smell of soil, sweat and Yasha mix in her lungs, dizzying. Beau's body gives up resisting by shades as the older alpha strokes and teases her inner walls, coaxing her muscles into submission. Pleasure throbs, builds and wains between her hips.
The fingers draw out of her, tugging pleasurably on her outer ring. Beau hears Yasha rearranging behind her, the snap of her belt buckle and the shlicking of oil pumped hastily across a ready cock.
Beau gasps, listening to her alpha preparing to fuck her. She's on fire.
There's a moment of rearranging that should be awkward where she can feel the older alpha reposition, jostling into the backs of her thighs. Beau is way too turned on to care.
Beau lays perfectly still as Yasha's tip presses against her slick, throbbing skin. A jolt goes up her spine and she leans back into the pressure, revels in the way it edges into the rim of her ass. A shiver goes up her spine, a shudder through her chest. She wants it. She wants Yasha to fuck her so badly.
“Are you ready?” Yasha hesitates, gripping her hips.
“Gods yes.” Beau begs, “Please, Yasha. Fuck me already.”
Yasha pulls her carefully back onto her waiting member. Beau gasps, and then she's spreading around the blunt tip of the other alpha's cock, succumbing. Her own throbs. Her whole body is live wire, heat roiling in her gut.
With a twitch of the hips, Yasha pushes into her. Beau moans and takes it, opening up for her alpha. Even prepped as she is, the stretch burns as Yasha's cockhead works into her ass. The pressure builds until Beau thinks she can't take it. It's too big. She whines into her wrist, trying to loose her clenching muscles and take what she's being given. Finally, her body gives enough for the head to push past her rim in a sudden rush, and Beau sobs with pleasure.
“Gods, you're so tight.” Yasha stutters behind her.
“Fuck, Yasha.” Beau moans.
It's just the first few inches, and it feels so big inside her. She can hardly imagine taking the rest. Her knees are weak and useless under her, heat sliding down the insides of her thighs and loosening her already shaky stance.
Beau clenches, feeling out the shape of it inside of her. Her clenching feebly tugs it deeper into her body. Pleasure throbs through her core, despite the pain. It feels so different from her fingers. She breathes through the sensation, adjusting. The new feeling shifts steadily back into pleasant fullness.
Yasha's pheromones wash over her again, dominant the way she gets when she wins a fight. She breathes her in and relaxes. Despite her nerves, there's no danger here. She could ask Yasha to stop and it would be over, no questions asked.
“Are you okay, Beau?” Yasha asks, a hand brushing gently up her spine.
She relaxes as well as she can, taking a deep breath to clear her head. She only deliberates for a second.
“Yeah.” She grunts. “I'm good.”
“You need a minute?” The other alpha asks.
“Uhm.” Beau chews her lip. “I'm getting used to it.”
The hand on her back wanders, fingertips tracing her bones through her skin reverently. She isn't about to admit it, but it makes her feel nice. Protected, even. Cared for.
“You're doing really good, Beau.” Yasha says softly.
Her thoughts white out into a haze. Her eyes drift shut as the other alpha strokes her much too gently for what they're doing. She feels guilt for how much she likes the other woman's touch, and for the sweet, soft way the barbarian's voice wraps around her.
Beau blinks her way out of her head, biting her lip sharply. The edge of pain turns her on just a little more. As if it can cover for her guilt, she reaches back and guides Yasha's hand back down to her dick.
“Oh,” Yasha mumbles, “Right, you would want- I should have thought of that.”
Beau isn't sure if she imagines a disappointed edge to the older alpha's voice, but she does her best to ignore anything that could imply.
She doesn't have to think about it for long, as Yasha grips her cock and starts to pump. Beau's eyes slam shut again as the pleasure builds in her belly the way she's used to it. She lets out a needy moan, on edge.
“Is that better, Beau?” Yasha breathes gently. “Do you feel better?”
“Gods, yes.” She moans, hips stuttering uselessly in place.
She's more turned on than she's been in her life. Yasha is everywhere; working her cock, stroking her back and buried inside of her. There's an echo chamber of pleasure bouncing back from her dick to where her body clenches around Yasha, each jerk between her hips moving her against the other alpha's cock.
Beau clenches deliberately around the intrusion. The wave of pleasure that washes over her weakens her knees spread on the ground. The pain is a distant memory, she just feels full. Suddenly though, it's not nearly enough. She needs it deeper. She needs more.
Beau cries out and pushes her hips back, whining when the other woman moves with her and keeps them in place.
“Yasha, fuck.” She whines. “You're killing me here.”
“Tell me what you need.” Yasha says, hands slowing as if she thinks she wants her to stop.
“I- You-” Beau stammers, face in the grass. “Fuck me, you bitch.”
That earns her a baffled chuckle.
“I thought I was doing that, but what do I know?” Yasha jokes mildly, drawing her hands back down to grip her hips.
Whatever quip Beau was going throw back is lost as Yasha pulls back, dragging against Beau's clenching ring in a way that sends a lance of pleasure up her spine. When it almost feels like the head is going to pop back out of her, Yasha presses slowly back in, thrusting deeper into her now that she's loosened up.
Beau lets out another filthy moan, low and dirty. There's just an edge of pain as the older alpha slides into her ass. She shivers, hands shaking under her head. When the slow slide stops, Beau looks back over her shoulder to see how much is left. She feels so damn full, but when she looks back, she lets out a startled noise.
“Fuck, that's hot.” Beau gasps.
Yasha's cock is barely more than half buried inside of her, glistening with slick lube; she still has so much more to take. The hint of a challenge thrills up her spine.
“Gods, you're so fucking big.” She whimpers, body clenching greedily around the cock inside her.
Yasha's grip on her hips turns bruising as her alpha meets her hungry gaze and slowly draws out. The light shines in the sweat across the older woman's pale shoulders, slides down the soft curves of her chest. She's a wonder in the sunlight, powerful and beautiful in ways that make Beau feel small beneath her.
The unexpected stillness ends when Yasha's hips snap forward suddenly.
Beau throws her head back with a sharp cry as the other woman fucks into her waiting body. She's forced open, alpha's cock working deep into her ass, pushing in until it's too much and its progress halts. The throbbing heat is so good.
She clenches deliberately again, testing her limits. Another wave of pleasure washes over her. She can feel Yasha throbbing inside of her, and that sends a rush of blood straight to her dick. A moan comes from behind her and Beau preens a little.
Yasha is usually pretty quiet, up to and including orgasm. Every sound Beau drags out of her is a small mark of pride.
Again, the older alpha pulls back until Beau nearly whines. The fullness is so good, she can't help but feel bereft and empty when it leaves her.
When the next onslaught comes, Beau is more ready for it. She gasps hard at how deep Yasha pushes into her in a single thrust. The friction of that cock dragging inside of her ass feels so good, pressing against her inner walls. It brushes something that sends heat diffusing in her belly and up through her chest.
She was made to take her alpha's cock like this. Her instincts half howl at her and half preen over it.
“Fuck, Yasha. There.” She breathes out, voice shaky.
“Are you okay, Beau?” Yasha asks.
“Yeah, I- uhm- I'm fucking great.”
“Okay. I'm going to ruin you now.” Yasha breathes back, voice low and steely.
“Fuck.” Beau says, because she can't think of anything better.
True to her word, Yasha starts fucking her in earnest, thrusting harder and faster until Beau feels like she's being split apart. Each stroke hits that spot inside her that makes her want to scream, it feels so good.
Yasha pounds her ass and Beau pushes back to meet her. She feels hot and wanted and a little debauched. It's everything she's been angling for the last few days, even as tears bead at the corners of her eyes. She's panting hard, moaning every time Yasha's cock slams into her.
The slide, the friction and the heat wash over her senses. There's nothing but them, nothing but the way their bodies move together. The slap of skin meeting skin rings through the clearing. The scent of Yasha's pheromones burns in her lungs, salt and sweat and burning ozone.
Beau whines, her orgasm threatening to overwhelm her already. She's going to come embarrassingly fast. She's nearly there. Her thighs tremble with the effort of holding her up and her cock is hot and throbbing in a way that tells her it won't be long.
“Still okay, baby?” Yasha gets out between hard breaths, a little ragged.
“So good.” She sobs.
“Good girl.” Yasha grunts, fingers biting into her hipbones.
Beau's mind sputters to a halt when Yasha effortlessly doubles the pace. She sobs into the ground, overwhelmed by how good it feels.
Her orgasm bursts through her in a sharp wave, tearing the breath from her lungs. Beau's vision goes white as every muscle in her body clenches up. The burning clench of her ass throbs pleasurably. Her spine snaps straight, bowing her back. Her balls tighten and the pleasure ripples out over her body as she spills her seed on the ground below.
The pounding in her ass doesn't even slow down as Yasha fucks her mercilessly through her orgasm, groaning as Beau milks her cock.
Beau just lays there, body going limp and pliant beneath her alpha. The moans punching out of her chest turn from desperate to languid and senseless. She lays there and takes it, a sweaty, overstimulated mess, as Yasha continues to thrust, seeking her own release.
This part should feel bad, she thinks. She should want it to be over. She doesn't though. It's too much and she still wants more, she wants Yasha to use her until she can't walk for a week.
Yasha's pace changes again, hips starting to stutter as she grows closer to her own peak.
She cranes her head back to take in the alpha fucking her from behind.
Yasha is a glorious mess, a sheen of sweat everywhere and her skin ablaze in the evening sun. Beau watches her move like a force of nature, all graceful planes and cutting edges of muscle. She is, to Beau, the very image of power. She's the rush of battle and the ideal of beauty and dominance rolled into one. She's pure alpha, fucking Beau like this.
A twist of shame pulls in her gut as she watches the other woman's shaft pumping in and out of her body, bent and spread in submission before the stronger alpha. She feels amazing, still. Yasha is rutting into her, only after her own pleasure, and it feels good. Her instincts are back with a passion, tearing at what's left of her dignity. She shouldn't like this so much. She shouldn't like her so much.
Her eyes fall on Yasha's face, to her furrowed brows and reverent expression, eyes pressed closed like a worshiper. Guilt pools low in her guts, deep in her belly. She knows Yasha's too soft with her, and Beau can't do feelings to save her life.
It's just sex. It's just supposed to be sex.
It doesn't feel like just sex.
She buries her face back in the shelter of her arms and moans out something high and senseless. Yasha is losing the steady rhythm and Beau's sure it won't be long. She buries a strange twinge of disappointment at the thought and focuses on clenching her weak muscles around her alpha's cock at the deepest point of each thrust, trying to tease a gasp or moan from the quieter woman.
“Fuck, Yasha.” Beau groans out.
“Beau?” Yasha says, and Beau doesn't understand how her voice still comes out so soft when she's tearing her in half. “I think- I am going to come.”
It takes Beau a minute to understand why she's being told that, exactly. Like, yeah, she's going to come. That was kind of the point. Then she realizes, she's not being told. She's being asked.
What did it say about her that that was a turn on?
“Fuck, yeah you are.” Beau rasps, rough.
“I- if you want-” Yasha stutters.
“Come inside me.” Beau commands.
Yasha snarls animalistically and buries herself to the hilt, comes deep inside her. It's a new feeling to Beau, liquid heat filling her ass. It probably shouldn't feel good, but it's Yasha; how could it feel wrong? The older woman pumps her cock into her a few more times and Beau clenches around her weakly, milking the last few drops of come out of her.
The wave of pheromones that wash over her are dominant and soothing all at once- claiming. Yasha slumps over her back and Beau is pressed down to the ground by her weight. The older woman's trembling arms wrap around her, possessive.
“Fuck, Yash. That was hot.” Beau pants out.
The only thing she gets in reply is a low growl.
Beau shudders, pinned and fucked out and still stuffed full of her cock. What she feels is hard to name, too much all at once; fucked and held and owned, submissive.
The breeze cools her burning skin as she pants into the ground, Yasha nuzzling into her neck. It's peaceful, comfortable.
As seconds drag into hazy minutes, she notices a few things. Yasha is still hard as rock inside her, not quite fully buried in her throbbing ass. Next, the girth nestled into the cleft of her ass has changed. When she shifts to try and get a better look she's pinned by another wave of claiming pheromones.
Beau can't hear anything but the roar of her blood in her ears, her mind scrambling to put together what it already knew. Her thoughts are uselessly blank and the monk lets out a nervous whine. The sensations and facts snap together in her brain with a near-audible click.
Knot. That's a knot.
Beau's alpha instincts come roaring back to life and a snarl tears out of her throat.
Yasha growls back, teeth snapping like a vice around the side of her neck.
The monk goes limp again, shivering with nerves.
“Fuck, don't-” Beau's hands scramble in the grass as she tries to get them back under her body.
The other alpha's mouth pulls back, growl petering off into a whine.
“Beau?”
She pants, forcing herself not to buck and fight. Her mind works quickly, even as her head is spinning.
“Your rut was two months ago, right?” She asks, though she knows the answer already.
For a minute the only sound is the ragged breaths they’re both trying to get under control.
An alpha usually only pops a knot during a rut, maybe a few times in the week leading up to one. Usually. There’s a second reason they might.
“I’m sorry.” Yasha chokes the words into the back of her neck.
Beau’s breathing finally slows as she comes to grips with that. Yasha’s doesn’t, ragged and sharp in her ears.
She should feel disgusted, probably. Another alpha, not just fucking her, but marking her as their mate? Her instincts alone should be raging.
Beau isn’t though. Hells know she’d popped a few inconvenient knots herself. Tori had laughed at her at the time.
She can’t help but sympathize. It was scary, your body giving your feelings away without your permission.
And okay, if she’s being honest with herself, this isn’t new information. Yasha isn’t subtle about her feelings, even if they were both pretending she was for the sake of appearances.
“I can-” Yasha nuzzles into her neck. “I can leave. I can leave.”
Beau reaches back and tugs the other woman’s arms tighter around her.
“Can you?” She rocks against the other woman’s knot, smirking at the moan it earns her.
“Yes.” Yasha breathes, stroking her shoulder. “If you want me to.”
Beau lets that hang in the air for a minute.
“Don’t.” Beau pulls her closer. “Stay with me.”