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The market was alive with the drunken shouting and laughing – the sounds of catharsis as the war on the Eastern front had ended and young Alphas could finally return. William had been awarded with a medal for his excellence on the battlefield, and promoted to the rank of captain in the Royal Guard. The medal still hung around his neck as he and some other men left the palace to join the revelries.
Alek, one of the knights that had also received a medal despite having nothing between his ears, was pushing the group ahead.
“I cannot wait to get a sweet Omega to warm my lap.” Alek had not been able to shut up about finally being able to fuck and knot pretty young things ever since the knights had returned to the capital. He was insufferable and William wanted nothing more than to choke him in his sleep. It was only his level-headedness that prevented him from trading fists with him and proving once and for all that he was the superior Alpha – something that everyone but Alek seemed to acknowledge.
Ultimately, William was not only the best swordsman in the Guard but was also tasked with teaching many apprentices hand-to-hand combat. Alek, despite being tall and muscled, would not stand a chance.
There were around 12 of them that had been awarded medals by the King, but only William’s was gilded in white platinum: signifying the highest possible military honour. It also caught the light as they walked through the market, with Beta and Omega women giggling to themselves as he walked past, their eyes shyly appreciating his form.
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the market square where crowds had gathered. A stage had been erected and it looked like slave Omegas were to be paraded before being sold.
“Everyone, gather round! We have a special sale of Omega sluts today.” A loud stout man with a beer gut called for crowds to spectate. People were craning their necks to get a better look and the knights decided to join. It had been years since they last saw an Omega slave sale.
The red-headed young knight by William’s side playfully jostled his captain: “You should think about getting one, William! Celebrate the promotion with some Omega cunt!” Everyone laughed and egged him on. After all, with the promotion, he could now afford many luxuries that most soldiers could only dream of. William smiled in good jest but raised an eyebrow skeptically. He had never been fond of the Omegas that were up for sale. They were like living dolls: uninteresting and cumbersome.
A line of naked Omegas were brought onto the stage, their faces hidden by sacks draped over their heads. Their hands were bound in front of them, and a long heavy chain connected the metal collars over their necks.
“These sluts come straight from the Eastern front!”
The spectators looked curious. One by one, the Omegas were unlocked from the chain connecting them together, to have their faces unveiled in front of the crowds. Many of them had exotic features, characteristic of the empire to the East. Their dark eyes would shake in fear as they were roughly handled during the auction. The auctioneers would show their teeth, spin them around and bend them over to show the state of their pussies to any potential buyers.
This kind of auction was rare – usually, Omega slaves would be kept in cages at a stall and potential buyers would be free to inspect them on an individual basis. But because these were captured spoils of war, it made sense that they were to be especially publicly humiliated.
Slowly, the Omega girls were sold off and for rather high prices as well. Many Alphas obviously thought that having a rare Eastern Omega would be a status symbol, or at the very least, an interesting novelty. As they were handed off to their new owners, they would whimper or cry, resigned to their new fate as sexual servants.
There was only one remaining, with a bag still placed over her head. William found himself growing curious. Even with her face hidden, it was clear that she was not afraid. She stood tall and firm, almost attentive. At first, William thought that the Omega was simply frozen in fear but she gave off no scent of distress. The smells of the crowd made it difficult to detect, but William’s keen nose would have been able to pick it up. From what little he could smell, the Omega’s scent was calm – and what a lovely scent it was. Like tart cherries and plum blossoms, but also deep with molasses and roasted chestnuts.
“Are you interested in her?” William’s second-in-command leaned over and asked him in a quiet voice. Mundy was an older, dark-haired soldier with a tall but almost skinny frame that betrayed his skill as a sharp archer, rather than any close-combat role. William respected and trusted Mundy. The Alpha was silent for the most part, but cool, rational and calculating. They had saved each other’s lives on the frontlines on more than a couple of occasions.
“I don’t know – I would want to have a good look at her first.” William was hesitant to make commitments to such a frivolous purchase when he could bed any Omega he wanted in the capital. But the more he became sensitised to her faint smell, the more his blood rushed, the hairs on his skin prickling with anticipation.
Finally, her collar was unlocked so the auctioneers could bring her forward. Her figure was unusual for an Omega: slightly taller than average but strong. She had long, toned muscles and a gorgeous set of tits. William could smell other Alphas in the crowd, even his own men, getting aroused from the sight.
The auctioneer worked the crowd, shouting above the excited chatter: “In the armies of the Eastern empire, tales from the frontlines say they let Omegas fight!”
The women in the crowd gasped in shock.
This was true. William had encountered several Omega soldiers in the battlefield. He had to learn to steel himself in order to kill them like he would any other soldier. His Alpha instincts screamed against him as he swung his blade. There were some Alphas in the army that reveled in the opportunity to violently dominate these Omegas – be it through slaughter or forced mating. The Omega prisoners of war often refused to be made into the enemy’s cumdumps, preferring to eat hidden cyanide pills before they could be taken.
The Omega left on the stage must have been captured just as the war ended. With showmanship, the merchant pulled the bag from her head. The crowd fell silent.
Her hair fell over her shoulders and her back like black silk. She was gorgeous, a regal sort of beauty that one would find in the King’s favourite concubines. But her eyes, rather than being dark, were silver, almost like clear glass. They were fierce, staring down the crowd in cold disdain. William was struck by her. He was electrified and before he could even register his own emotional state, something primal within him awakened. It laid a claim on this Omega slave – deciding for both of them that she was to belong to him and him alone.
Taking advantage of the hushed silence that fell over the crowd, the auctioneer continued shouting, obviously excited that his prize slave was already generating good reactions. “She stands before you as a naked Omega slut, but believe me when I say that she was not only a soldier, but a proud Imperial commander.”
What? An army commander? That was ludicrous!
“Horseshit!” A voice from the crowd yelled. Sounds of agreement could be heard, and some of the knights nodded, their brows knotted in obvious disbelief.
The merchant laughed mercurially. This was all part of the show. He gestured to some men offstage who then carried a large sack of items, dumping them in front of the Omega’s feet. He proceeded to pull out what appeared to be armour, and then a long, sheathed sword which had been carefully wrapped in cloth.
“This blade once belonged to this Omega,” the merchant continued, uncovering the glittering sword from its sheath. The Eastern armies would use a variety of weapons, but William remembered that some of its high-ranking officers often had similar long-swords in their belts. Thin, slightly curved blades made of the purest steel – sharp enough to decapitate soldiers in one fell swoop.
The crowd stared at the beautiful blade, entranced by its strangeness. “Engraved on the blade is her title, now stripped from her, along with her clothes.”
The crowd was too incredulous to even laugh at the merchant’s cheap joke.
“Do I have any offers for this whore?” The merchant laughed as he sharply smacked the Omega’s ass.
The Omega turned to glare at him. “Touch me like that again, you swine, and I shall kill you where you stand.” Her voice was proud and dignified. She had a light accent, but she did not stumble on any of her words. God, William wanted her. He had never felt such an intense rush before, like his blood had turned into fire. He could not stop the nonsensical, half-thoughts flooding his mind. He wanted to break her. Fuck her. Consume her. It was as if she had spoken to him directly, challenging him to possess her.
“500 Krowns for her!” William was torn out his trance by the sounds of other bids. He growled, displeased that other Alphas would even think to claim her.
“600!”
“800 Krowns!” Within seconds, the bids had already risen to above two month’s salary for an average tradesman.
“I want her.” Mundy hardly had time to hear what his captain had said before he saw William pushing through the crowds, shoving people aside as he worked his way to the front.
“1500 Krowns.” The crowds hushed and turned to stare at the tall Alpha who now stood directly in front of the stage. At this distance, William could smell her even more distinctly. He wanted to distill and bottle her scent, pour it over himself and drown in it as he buried his cock inside her. His nostrils were flaring and he curled his hands into tight fists to retain some semblance of self-control.
She was looking at him with seeming indifference, her expression unreadable.
“Sir William! It is an honour to have you here!” The merchant was shocked at the presence of a knight of William’s repute. He rushed to bow, but William paid him no mind – refusing to break eye contact with the Omega (his Omega) staring him down. Close up, he believed what was said about her being part of the Imperial army. Though her face gave away nothing, her eyes were sizing him up, quietly analysing.
He knew what she would see. The Omega wenches from the bar he frequented would always get wet from the sight of him. Even hidden under his chainmail, his muscles were strong, hardened from years of fighting. He would be able to pin her down for a brutal fucking without even so much as breaking a sweat. William felt his cock harden at the thought of just taking her here and now so everyone would know she was his. He would mark her insides with the potent smell of his cum as he forced his huge knot into her.
“Hold on, just a minute,” a familiar voice came from behind. William snarled and snapped his head to see who dared to intervene. He was the captain of the Royal Guard, the best swordsman, and every minute he spent without his Alpha cock being inside his Omega was a personal affront.
A man swaggered to the front, flanked by two guards wearing the Royal Crest. William recognised him: a lord of a prosperous fief. “Now, I’m willing to pay 3000 Krowns for the slave. Money upfront,” he said, voice arrogant and entitled.
The pathetic Beta merchant seemed to lose his breath at the offer, his head stupidly looking to the lord and back to William.
“T-That’s a very generous offer, my Lord. Possibly the h-highest this market has seen for a slave…”
This farce could not be allowed to continue. William climbed onto the stage and looked the merchant dead in the eyes, towering over him. He calmly removed his medal, held it in front of him and dropped it to the ground as it landed with a heavy thud.
“That medal is yours. This Omega will be coming with me.” William grabbed the Omega by the ropes bounding her hands together, and pulled her off the stage with him.
The crowd was in a complete uproar as he walked through it but he did not care in the slightest, stormy eyes fixed ahead. He was taking her straight back to his estate. “My sword! You cannot leave my sword!” The Omega was fighting against his grip in vain, attempting to pull him back towards the stage, but he was dragging her like she weighed nothing as her feet were pulled across the cobblestones.
William continued to pull his Omega along as he walked through the streets in a straight line to the stables where he kept his horse. He paid no mind to the many confused looks and gasps. People were craning their heads outside their windows to see the strange sight. The famous war hero and his naked slave. It was so unlike him to be a spectacle in this way. He was well-known and liked for his sense of honour and strong principles, a shining example of knighthood, if anything.
But now, he seemed to be showing off his new purchase through the fancy streets where the wealthiest tradespeople lived as she followed behind him, sometimes stumbling from being forced to keep pace with him and her bound hands being pulled in his impatience.
“You cannot just keep me naked as you parade me,” she spat, indignant at her treatment. William stopped and turned to face her.
His hand gripped her face possessively, forcing her to look up at him. “You’re mine. I will do with you as I wish.”
Her beautiful face was twisted in disgust. “I am not your slave. The moment we are alone, I will kill you.” If any other Omega had made the threat, William would have been amused. Even now, it seemed slightly absurd. She was taller than most Omegas but still stood more than a head shorter than him. She was toned but slender, with soft fair skin. She would fit in with the King’s harem, her naked body adorned in fine gemstones as she lounged luxuriously on the finest cushions. But her eyes were defiant. William could tell that she was used to commanding respect, which made him slightly more cautious that she meant what she said.
“The moment we are alone, I will teach your body who its master is.”
They soon reached the stables and William kept her tied to a post as he readied his horse. When he had finished attaching the saddle, he lifted her up onto it as she protested.
“This is a jest. I cannot ride a horse naked.”
“It is not a long ride,” William answered as he sat behind her, wrapping his arms around her middle to keep her upright and to hold the reins.
This was the first time her nakedness seemed to shake her. Her face with red with embarrassment, and as the horse began to trot, she let out a small gasp as the sudden jostling rubbed her pussy against the hard leather saddle.
The path to William’s estate took them out of the main city, nearer to the secluded and forested outskirts. As they rode through the scenic orchards surrounding his manor, the Omega could feel William’s sizeable erection pressing against her ass and lower back. The friction between their bodies was almost unbearable to him – he wanted to strip off his layers so he could feel the delicious heat of her skin against him. He leaned forward to smell her hair and groaned as the scent filled his nose. It made him impossibly harder and he could feel pre-cum leaking from his cock.
She could smell him too and her body began to react against her wishes. The painful friction from the riding against her legs and pussy, combined with the knight’s powerful musk, began to make her wet. He smelled of smoke and wine, and she could smell his warm, fresh sweat. She tried to school her thoughts, gritting her teeth, but the wretched motion of the riding seemed to simulate hard thrusting and sent sparks into her womb.
William growled when he smelled her slick.
Keeping one hand on the reins, he used his other to grope her breast. She attempted to pull away but she could hardly escape his ministrations. Undeterred, he began to tease and play with her nipple which quickly hardened against his fingers.
The Omega tried to push his hands away. Even when bound, she was surprisingly strong and William had put quite a bit of force behind his hands to continue touching her.
Her face was aflame and her ears were burning. It was so humiliating to be toyed with like this but that only seemed to heighten her arousal, devastating her. His hand was skilled and its warmth made her skin come alive. She felt the strength leave her body as she fought to bite back moans.
William pulled his horse to stop, off the dirt path into the shade of the trees, but didn’t move to dismount. Instead, he pulled the Omega even further back into the seat so her back was flush against his chest. As one hand continued to palm at her breasts, he used his other to rub against her clit.
She violently thrashed in his arms and William wrapped one arm around her middle to keep her still as he continued playing with her clit.
His scent surrounded and enveloped her, making her dizzy and light-headed. But she shut her eyes in concentration, fighting against the waves of pleasure shooting her body.
His fingers were so covered her slick that it felt like they were melting into her. He buried his nose into the crook of her neck, where her scent was the strongest.
He felt weak and strong at the same time. Helpless to do anything besides continue to touch her pussy until she came apart like she had him under some kind of spell. But, at the same time, he felt solid and controlling – strong enough to force his Omega to accept the release he knew she needed.
He had never felt like this before. He licked at her neck hungrily, wanting to drink her down like he was drinking from a waterfall, absolutely crazed with thirst. He felt her shudder and moan as his tongue lapped at her sensitive scent glands. William could still hear the struggle and protest in her moaning, like she desperately tried not to feel the pleasure he was giving her.
For a moment, he was vexed.
Could she not see that this was how they were meant to be? Alpha and Omega. No concept of false social constructs like politics or society. Just an Alpha providing his Omega what she cannot give herself. This was them at their most reduced and essential states, it was so obvious but she fought against nature.
He worked her clit without mercy until she could fight no more, tilting her head back against his chest and letting herself moan and collapse in his arms. The sight transfixed William. The most erotic sight he had ever seen, like he was pleasuring the Goddess of Love and Sex Herself.
Now she was no longer fighting, he relaxed the arm he had wrapped around her middle.
While bringing her closer to climax, he wrapped his hand around her neck, making her look up at him. He wanted her to see the Alpha making her feel so good. Her pupils were dilated and her skin was glistening from exertion.
She felt like she could not tear her eyes from the blue orbs looking back at her, hungry for her. She came with a loud moan, stretched into a silent scream as her orgasm seemed to last forever.
Her body went slack, exhausted as she gasped for air.
William suddenly felt himself overcome with tenderness as he wrapped his arms tightly around her, supporting her weight as he kissed her pliant, soft lips. He wanted so badly to pull her off the horse and take her on the ground, in the grass. His cock was so hard that it hurt. But the possessiveness he felt also wanted him to bring her as quickly as possible back to his manor – away from the wilderness and any prying eyes.
He took off his riding cloak and veiled her in it to keep her warm, helping to scent her with his smell. She seemed to be in a daze even as they rode off again, limp against his body, feeling his chest rumble as he growled in approval at her pliability.
As they rounded a bend, his manor could be seen in the distance.