Holly Ch. 09

The drive home isn't uninterrupted by forces of nature. It's neither winter weather nor more critters like the doe they'd encountered earlier; Holly contends with the condensation on the windshield as an arch smile plays around the corners of his mouth. The truck's defogger can't keep up with a pregnant omega.

"Will you be too cold if I open the window a little?" he asks her to be considerate. He can feel without touching her that's she's burning up.

"No, Alpha," she says in a voice both thick and meek. She's suffering.

Just as Holly is about to say something reassuring about how they'll be home soon and he'll take care of her, he catches himself, doubtful that he can wait, either. He glances over at her and swallows hard. Now it's his turn to wonder if the uncanny sight of her is only in his imagination.

MK has slid forward on the seat. Her stiff spine makes a diagonal that pushes her shoulders hard into the backrest. Her chest is open and vulnerable-looking as her breath flutters. Wrapped in the white angora, it reminds Holly of an acquiescent animal showing its belly. The sweater rides up her side to reveal the peculiar skin of an aroused A/o. Sometimes referred to as "glass skin," to him, it looks more like a supple material that would wrap an android. It's poreless and drained of color like her face, except for rose-stained cheekbones and lips. Her dilated eyes sparkle crazily.

Holly inhales deeply. It was just a week ago he'd let himself experience one of his kind in heat and its concomitant scents and chemistry. Could pregnancy be hotter than heat? It is when she's his mate, and the lives inside her belong to him. He grips the steering wheel because an almost giddy feeling has begun to simmer in his chest as an idea takes shape.

His mate is submissive to him by nature and at the moment, desperately so. A warm winter night in the woods was too good an opportunity to play with this to miss.

If MK notices Holly's made a wrong turn, she doesn't let on. Then again, if her Alpha drove off a cliff, she'd likely accept it as him knowing what's best for her.

Holly slows and turns onto an access road that goes up into the mountains. There is enough distance before it's chained off that they can park almost out of view from the main road. Almost-the sky is clear, the moon gleams like polished marble. When Holly kills the engine, the tension between them remains revved so high it nearly hums. Maybe that's just the blood speeding through his veins.

Without a word, he gets out and strides around to the passenger side. Sensuality has made MK appear spacey and languorous, and she's only gotten as far as pushing the door open and letting her boots dangle out of the truck. With her legs relaxed apart in the short skirt, it's a naturally sexy and mysterious image, like a photograph with a back story. Holly loves it when she's oblivious to her natural sexiness, but he's greedy, too, and can't resist practicing being her master.

"Pull your skirt up higher. No, higher than that. I wanna see more of you. Oh! Black lace. That's my favorite," he states. A beta would see only a shadow between her thighs, but this night is plenty bright for someone like him to pick up detail.

"I thought pink was your favorite," she teases as she wiggles and sways to comply with his command.

"That's my favorite, too," he chuckles, "but I want you to always wear black lace when we're out together."

"Yes, Alpha. Even in church?"

"Yeah, but I won't... hey, I see what you did there, girl. When?" he asks.

"I think it's Sunday now, so... later today? Otherwise, I really shouldn't be doing the things we do." Her shadowed eyes are round with hope, but she bites her lip with concern. Holly sighs; he realizes she's in a difficult position, trying to straddle two traditions. Or, 'It's like being in a threesome with God," he thinks to himself, "and she wants to keep us both happy." He feels for her, but it brings out his mildly aggressive side, maybe even a jealous one, stupidly, but that's an Alpha for you: 'Who's this Jesus guy and what's he got on me?'

Holly puts two fingertips in his mouth and pulls suggestively, just to demonstrate. "Now, put your fingers in your pussy and slowly fuck yourself for me. Show me how you like to touch your clit."

As he knew she would, she freezes up, poor little bunny, cornered. "But I'm not supposed to do THAT! It's a sin," she whispers.

"So I can put my cock inside, but you can't touch it? I don't understand your rules, darlin'. Ain't there something about how you're supposed to obey your husband, woman?" he smirks.

MK lets his sarcasm slide. It's a perk of an A/o pair bond that they rarely misunderstand each other. She knows his heart. In the rare instances when an Alpha and omega come into conflict, they know exactly why and it's never because one had an overly dry sense of humor.

In her most deferential tone, she says, "Of course I'll obey you. You're my true Alpha. It just took me a minute, you know, because of my upbringing? But you're not my husband," she adds with a coy smile.

"I'm gonna make an honest woman of you, don't even worry about that, babe. When do we start arranging for that?" he asks.

Holly's powerful heart skips a beat at the sight of his mate's smile glowing in the indigo light. "What time is it now?" she asks playfully and tosses her panties at him. Reflexively he brings them to his nose, unable to resist that urge if he'd wanted to.

"So I'll meet your priest? Think he'll be shocked at the dirty redneck who's been defilin' you?" he asks, rather enjoying the thought of that.

"He's no fool. If he knows I'm A/o, then you'll make perfect sense to him. Unless I'm completely wrong about him, he'll be pleased he didn't lose one of his flock to her primal nature. You'll be welcome there-it won't be weird."

"Well, it can't be weirder than the churches where I grew up, what with snake-handlers and people convulsin' on the floor."

"Oh, no. This is quite civilized... until the symbolic cannibalism starts up."

"Remember you said it, not me," he jokes.

'My, my... church on Sunday. But that's not for hours,' he thinks with a fiery flicker in his eyes. The mere suggestion of eating someone has excited the erogenous nerves in his tongue. The oral scent glands respond and watching his mate finger herself has him salivating, too. Holly has no choice but to turn away and spit into the freshly fallen snow. "Sorry about that, baby," he says and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand.

"That's all right, my love. You can even do that on me if you want," she tells him, sweet and sincere.

He closes the few feet of distance between them he'd left to watch her performance. His sharp ears pick up the inaudible gasp as she takes in the size and proximity of her Alpha's form. He can tell she thinks he might be about to spit in her face and that it would be a gift if he did. Instead, he leans in to kiss her light and rough with quick pulls to her lips with his and devilish licks. He feels the virile surge as she melts into him in a complete transfer of power and control. He could consume her.

As he kisses her he searches out her gloved hand and places it on his straining crotch. He shoves it tight against his hard-on and grinds on her palm. His tongue fucks hers in luxurious thrusts. His mate's moan is unmistakeably orgasmic. Holly knows she can't get off that easily yet, but he's thrilled to feel the beginning of a slow-burning climax that will make her into a ragdoll. He echoes the sound into her neck where he rests his forehead, his hair falling forward to tickle her and trap the scent of her perfume. He drinks in the scent, intrigued that he can't tell if it's a rare potion or something she gives off. It's the essence of a pregnant Queen, desperately turned-on. He bites and it's more than a lovebite. MK doesn't break the rhythm of her panting or possessive kneading.

He growls, but it's more like a warning to himself. She's pregnant and loved; she doesn't deserve to feel any pain from his appetites. She deserves better than the cold, hard bed of his pickup, but he was by no means too much of a gentleman to deny them both what they need right away. The short drive home wouldn't even be safe with him under the influence of mind-altering A/o mating hormones.

"Do you love this, being out here with me like this, seein' as how you're an old A/o?" he breathes into her delicate ear. His nature Queen looks made to mate under a December night sky.

"Oh, yes, my love. I bet you look gorgeous wearing nothing but moonlight."

"That's a good idea, girl," he replies. Holly takes off his coat and swings it over the sidewall of the bed to spread it out for her. He shivers, but doesn't dislike the feel; he'll be so warm inside her in a moment. He unbuttons his shirt with deft fingers to show himself to her. He's not the sort of guy to strut around admiring himself, but like most animal species, the more handsome male of the pair works what he's got to impress his female mate. Unlike other animals, he'll keep this up even if she's already pregnant with his pups. He stands half-nude before her for approval and tosses his shiny brown hair in a nervous tic that females find charming, mostly because he's unaware he does it.

"I was right," MK says. Holly notices her round eyes are heavier-lidded, her timbre is rich and relaxed.

"Now you. Show me what matches these," he says, patting his pocket where he's shoved her discarded panties.

MK gives him a shy smile that belies her husky mating voice. She pulls the snowy top over her head and, in this new light, Holly can see her breasts through sheer black mesh. They're beginning to take on the appearance of pregnancy. Still small and round, the side and bottom swells are heavier-looking. Her areolae have grown into dark, suckable confections. "Lucky babies," Holly remarks affectionately. His scratchy voice cracks just an iota. "Are they getting sore yet?"

"Mmm, yes," she replies blissfully. Holly's cock springs suddenly at the sight of his omega's fingertips skating over her new tits. "Ohh, yes," she repeats with more conviction and tilts her pretty head coquettishly. It's an invitation to him to touch her the way she's too shy to put into words. She lowers her gaze and then looks up through her lashes deep into his eyes. It's ancient and expertly female. 'Well, she is an old A/o,' he muses, 'so it shouldn't surprise me she's got some game.'

"Beautiful," he states. 'C'mon, now. I need you right now."

Holly takes his omega's hands as she hops down to land silently, favoring the amputated side only slightly. She is still graceful and Holly wonders if the pregnant belly will make her more so or if it will throw off her carefully calibrated balance. Would she have to cling to his arm when they walk? Both images fill him with the pride an Alpha should feel for his mate and family.

He leads her to the back gate of his truck. It's empty except for the black shape of his coat on a thin layer of powdery snow. Before climbing up, MK turns to Holly and wraps her skinny arms tight around him with a warm-heartedness unknown to most of the beta society. It's not her strength that knocks the wind out of him. The pure, unadulterated love she infuses has to be superior to any narcotic.

Maybe that's why Holly, even during troubled seasons, never experimented much with drugs. His body knew that this was possible, even without experiencing it, and it had steadfastly awaited his destiny as an alpha. Reverently, he places his hands on the back of her neck and battered vertebrae. Role-play is on pause as he's at sea for a second. 'You thought you could live this life without a mate. You thought you could be your real self without her, that there was an Alpha Hollis without MK. What the hell's the matter with you?' he wonders internally, the inner voice more baffled than berating.

He shakes off the reverie. MK needs her master, not some solipsist. A branch snaps to activate all his muscles, head to toe. He jerks his sharp chin in the direction of the sound and stares after it until he determines it's not human. They are still all alone together and he's fully present in the moment.

Gently, he extricates himself from his girl's wonderfully excessive embrace. He doesn't take it for granted, but it's not all that he needs right now.

"Up," he commands gruffly. He's pleased to see his mate looking lithe as she climbs up to await him on all fours. Her body's condition is unpredictable, but she seems to spend more time flexible than injured. He wonders if it's a natural yielding to their physical bond. He'd be right to think so. He takes a moment to enjoy the sight of her taut hamstrings and the way they flow into her boyish butt. Her fat vulva makes a heart-shaped focal point. It's easy to see at this angle, and her labia are naturally hairless; it looks enough like testicles to give her a fascinating androgeny. Her smell is utterly female, however, as is her head-down pose.

Hollis prefers women but has always honored strangeness. He's sure he lost brain cells due to boredom in his beta relationship. Allison wouldn't have understood this at all, undressing in the middle of nowhere in the winter when they could simply wait until they were home in bed, in the dark for some comfy missionary-style sex. Holly smiles good-naturedly at the thought of her in nestled among all the throw pillows with some husband snoring away while her ex runs amok with his animal partner.

The universe had done well righting itself, at least when it came to him. He feels like he should draw an X on the spot where he stands because, for once, Holly's where he should be on this earth. Well, almost: The ideal place is about two feet in front of him and glistening.

Holly's tongue feels parched despite his drooling. He can taste red wine from dinner in the surface cracks. Now he's got something even tastier to lap up where it overflows. The next touch from him that MK will feel will be the tip of his tongue in her slit.

Holly eats her like a dog drinking from a bowl, wetly and noisily. Then the point of his tongue stabs deliberately higher in her gluteal cleft. MK emits a sound harsh and heavy on the H, like a fighter expelling all the air from her lungs to kick with force. She crawls in place, held on the spot by her own will to obey and because she's penetrated by his tongue. Holly grunts approvingly as he tongue fucks her puckered virgin opening.

He massages her ring until it relaxes just a little, then more of her follows; the omega rolls her shoulders and wags her head and tailbone while she keens for more. It's surely an eerie sound coming from the woods at night. Holly, always so private about his sex life, half-fantasizes it could attract someone and they'd be seen in all their glory.

"Hollis!" she hisses. "Oh, Holly, holly..." she chants. He doesn't stop his steady rhythm in and out through the delicate muscle. The crazy idea flashes through his brain that he wishes he could get inside all her muscles, that she had an orifice over every deep knot for him to lick it and heal her from the inside. Holly recalls the popularity of all things anal among betas and the less-than-hidden violence in their desire: porn titles about demolishing a girl's ass and the performers with their gaping remnants on display. It makes him angry. Some bruising thrusts or bites were acceptable in A/o relationships. Damaging the omega intentionally was regarded with contempt. Holly speeds up to stimulate her further with the new pleasure even though his tongue is cramping with fatigue. The tongue is the strongest muscle for its size and it may be the only one on the alpha that's out of shape. He certainly didn't give it a workout by talking.

His mate is nearly singing, despite her struggle against the shame of discovering she likes analingus. He can feel her move up and down off her elbow and she lowers her head and covers her face, then raises up tall again, her head thrown freely back with the joy of being his in all ways. "I love you," she tells him in a strange voice like her vocal cords have regressed to a more animal iteration of their kind. He can picture his old A/o eons ago before they were civilized at long last. It's still in her.

Holly sucks her rim and kisses to catch his breath and transition to mating. A/os don't have anal intercourse. It's just not hot to them to fuck without a suggestion of breeding. Even male omegas have their special "pussy" for their alphas to fuck. Even if the omega is already pregnant (or trying not to become so if the pups are piling up), to spill sperm into the rectum would be sexually frustrating to both partners. However, like the mammals they are, it comes naturally to lick one's mate everywhere-feet, armpits, asshole... all are meant to be savored and marked for ownership.

MK is unsteady on her hands and knees, so Holly helps her onto her side.

"I'm sorry I'm not stronger yet, Alpha," she mumbles.

"Stop. You did great. You let me do that to you without questioning it. That makes you a perfect omega."

She'd be perfect to him if she told him no to a sex act, but her obedience must count for something and he knows the praise will make her feel good. She deserves a partner who can see what he has in her. So does he, for that matter. To have a relationship with an A/o and ignore everything that doesn't overlap with betas is like going on safari to bring back a creature's tail. Why bother?

They lie facing each other on his old winter coat. MK smiles at him like he's the center of her world and strokes his chest. "I think I wanted you the moment I saw you, Alpha," she whispers.

Holly nods. "I came in my sleep that night, dreaming about you," he blurts. Hadn't he meant to keep that to himself? From her reaction, he's glad he didn't.

"Oh! You did... really?" she asks, incredulous she could have that effect.

"Yeah. And it felt so good to want you. We were meant to be, 'mega."

"Well, I bewitched your food, you know."

"Seriously? Huh. Can't say that I mind," he drawls.

He unzips and stretches out on his back. "Touch me," he commands casually. His cock aches from being so hard he shines. All he can think of is her long, smooth fingers curved around it.

"Like this?" she asks.

"Uh-huh. Ohhh," he moans from the aching pleasure. "That's good, baby. Jerk me off a little. I need it so bad I won't last in your cunt."

MK purrs as she pulls on this long shaft, hand over hand. Holly moans so sweetly she lubricates all over his coat. Her viscous fluid pumps out from her swollen labia and she whines at the feel of uncontrollable gushing. It's hot for a second, then cold in the night air. She's on fire and shivering at the same time. It can't be healthy for her. Holly takes charge, rolling to cover her body with his. She writhes under him until she's aligned with his glans and then bucks up to impale herself. Her shivers turn into full spasms of ecstasy when she's full of him stretching her inside. He's not even moving, holding himself to hover over her and watch her curiously.

"You're very naughty, takin' me without asking and using my dick," he teases.

"Ngh! Oh! I'm... sorry, Alpha," she says, still fucking up around him and jerking him off with her toned pussy.

"That's...okay..." he replies with a smile in the expression lines around his closed eyes: 'Okay' is a ridiculous understatement. Nectar streams from the corners of his angelic lips and makes them gleam in the magical light. Some of it drips onto his mate, pools on her décolletage and stray tendrils of hair. That scent won't wash off in time for church, he thinks. Good.

"Sit up with me," he tells her. MK looks unsure how to make her body comply, but it's so clear to him that her spirit is willing. "Put your arms and leg around me," he says, cradling her prosthetic limb behind the knee. He raises himself onto his knees with his mate wrapped around him and manages to fold his legs into a criss-cross for them to sit on. Despite his athletic grace, she lands a little heavily with his hard-on too deep inside her. She yelps-it just inspires him to bite her again. There are limits to his gentleness and deep down he knows she prefers it that way.