Omega
Omega
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Bitter and beautiful; such was the world during the winter season when snow covered the land.
And that is all there really was to it. The world moved by in a blur of colors, scents and sounds. The Great White Death faded on into the Rebirthing Season which fell into a heated vexing before withering into Autumn; then it was back to the Cold Time.
The pack was spread through out the mountain range; mostly sticking to a large area where a forest grew in a valley formed between those jagged peaks of stone. Most were off doing their own thing, as was that time of the day when they were not all en mass. Or, it at least seemed as if they were all off into oblivion as densely quiet as it was. The gusts of wind brought the sounds of pups playing in the distance, a warning bark here or there... coupled with the protests of wooden limbs above, subjected to a weight of frozen white... but otherwise, things were docile.
Kithe tread softly through the fresh powdered white, fallen only the night before. He paused here and there to dip his nose down toward the covered earth; small sniffs taken. There was just something fascinating about the scent of the cold white. It covered the earth, yet, that wet musky scent of soil still somehow managed to seep up through.
His destination was aimless... for it was this part of the day that he loved; able to wander where he pleased, away from the communion of his pack brethren. It wasn't that he felt discontent around his peers; being of the lowest rank in the hierarchy... but he much enjoyed time spent by himself. His thoughts slowly scattered around topics of little to no meaning, contently trotting along through the trees.
As Kithe passed a growth of evergreen shrubs, the snap of a discarded branch shattered the silent wonder, and his placid thoughts. He hadn't had time to recover from the sudden cringe of muscles and turn about to see what had startled him as a heavy, dark paw caught his right shoulder and slammed him down into the cold earth. Powdered snow was shaken from eyes as he coughed, having lost a bit of breath on the impact and attempts to get back up failed as a large, black figure loomed over him, paw still pressing down upon his shoulder. Kithe felt the hot breath against his face just seconds before that dark muzzle came into focus... and he found it belonged to Skahl; the beta male of the pack. Ears rolled back against his skull, Kithe stared blankly up into those hard amber eyes that glared down at him.
"Ooh, ho! Kithe? ... Tsk, tsk. So nice to see you... here... in MY spot!" A low, threatening growl trailed along just after those words.
"Y-you... think every spot... is yours..." Kithe protested quietly.
The dark wolf simply scoffed. "Yeah? So what are you doing here then?"
Kithe huffed out a small whine. "Come on... last week... it was the hollow on the mountain side... wha~..."
Skahl cut him off with a harsh nip to the muzzle. "Well I've changed my mind!" The larger wolf gave a grunt and half turned away from Kithe, paw sliding away from the omega's shoulder. Kithe laid still for a few moments, eying Skahl cautiously before slowly starting to rise... which turned out to be a mistake on his part, since it seemed Skahl was not quite finished tormenting him yet. Of all prior times though, this... this time seemed a little harsher.
Without warning Skahl whirled about and smacked a paw against the side of Kithe's head, hard enough to send the small male back a couple of feet, plowing into the snow. Within seconds Skahl was atop him again, and Kithe trying not to provoke anything further rolled submissively onto his backside, cringing, tail lashing in attempts to tuck between hind quarters, if Skahl's body hadn't been in the way.
"You're lucky you're still alive!" Skahl snapped, tearing a patch of fur from Kithe's exposed throat; causing the other male to yip in protest. "If Hera didn't give a damn you'd be a stinking pile of bones by now..." Kithe gulped down a breath, trying to keep himself as still as possible beneath Skahl's form. There was a raw anger seething within his pack mate's eyes he'd only just taken notice of. "And you're damn lucky I don't just shred your pathetic existence apart here and now!" A heavy fore paw was pressed down upon Kithe's throat. His nerves a wreck; and fear near boiling over... his vision went sooner than expected. Minutes? Days? Seconds? Time disoriented. But there was a movement... a warmth... something...
Twitching back to the conscious world in the instant that paw slid from his throat to allow air to flow once more; Kithe found the intake of air warm, and a different weight pressing him back. Eyes wide and frantic; he stared into those burning amber hues as Skahl's muzzle greedily pressed to his own, the warmth felt was of the invading tongue forcing past his lips and teeth to trace along the ridges inside his maw.
Kithe whined lowly into the unexpected kiss. He tried to squirm, to push Skahl away... but he was far too weak, and Skahl far too strong. Forepaws twitched helplessly along Skahl's sides as the black wolf slammed a paw down beside Kithe's head, further pinning him in place beneath his sleek, muscled figure. Letting his eyes close, Kithe realized the futility of his position and only hoped it would end soon. ... How easily hopes were shattered.
Skahl's body burned above his own, drawing a clear distinction between it and the hard cold earth pressed at his back... so clearly a line, that a muffled yelp was lost into the other's muzzle as he felt the stiff, hot shaft of Skahl, intimately grinding down against his body; a roll of hind legs rubbing it against his own sheath. The heat and weight pressing around his groin enticed a reaction, though unwanted; the actions working against him. Kithe tried once more in vain to shove Skahl off, but found himself no further out of his predicament than seconds before.
A rush of cold air filled the omega's lungs as Skahl drew his muzzle away; burying his snout in against Kithe's next, inhaling deeply before sinking fangs into fur and flesh. Kithe gasped, squirming uselessly beneath the other wolf. Shuffling his stance to the side, Skahl jerked his head and forced Kithe onto his side. A series of harsh growls and nips given as the larger wolf stood over the small gray form; smacking a paw into his back and shoving to get him onto his paws. It was then that Kithe tried to make an escape; darting from between Skahl's legs and into the trees, but the deep churn of laughter trailing close behind him told him it was of no use. Moments later he felt the weight; the warmth... just before his head hit the snow, and further below, the hard, unforgiving earth. Forward motion stopped; but his senses spun in all directions; the snow piling over his face blocking his vision. Kithe squirmed but found himself held in place by the other wolf; his hind quarters tugged up as he felt the weight of Skahl shifting. There was a sharp, sudden pain in his shoulders as Skahl's claws dug in, the dark wolf on his hind legs and leaning over Kithe with a defiant hiss. He tore them back, ripping open wounds along Kithe's side that caused the smaller male to scream, the discomfort lost slightly to the cold snow still obscuring his sight.
Those claws came to press in around his midsection; holding his body tightly in place. Kithe whimpered, hearing a soft murr of sound rumble from Skahl's throat as the black furred wolf nudged forward; brushing his hot shaft between Kithe's hind legs. This... couldn't be happening, could it? Kithe's thoughts scrambled to find answers, routes; anything. Words and actions failed as he half lay there, helpless; useless. No strength to move, to fight... no will. Teeth clenched together as a surge of pain shot through his body with one quick thrust from the wolf above him. A tearing; burning sensation. As claws dug deeper into Kithe's midsection, that feeling was lost under the heavy sting of Skahl's thick shaft penetrating his opening. Skahl hadn't just stopped halfway and worked himself in; he'd slammed himself right in as far as he could get himself til there was no further inch to press.
A pained growl was drawn from Kithe's throat as Skahl drew himself out, only to the tip, and only to thrust himself back inside Kithe's body once again. Somewhere between the next few nausea inducing thrusts from Skahl, Kithe's mind displaced itself... lapsing away to somewhere safer. Skahl groaned; penetrating Kithe's tight hole over and over again. The smaller wolf was tight, and trying to resist and repel the intruding length... to no avail. Sliding more forward to lean himself down the line of Kithe's backside, Skahl clamped his maw down onto the back of the omega's neck; hind legs stamping against the ground to adjust to the change. Saliva matted the fur upon Kithe's neck as Skahl's tongue twitched around the mound he had clamped between his jaws.
Skahl rocked hard against the small figure beneath him; grunting at the intense feeling as Kithe's hole gripped at his shift, and at the same time had become slick with Skahl's pre and Kithe's blood from the nature of the penetration. Skahl pumped eagerly into the omega's hind section, grinding himself in as deep as he could possibly get himself. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered why he hadn't cornered the pathetic ball of fur earlier and taken advantage of him like this. He surely hadn't been getting any from Yuri, that bitch of a mate he had... as she seemed to have her eyes set on Rekth, the alpha male, who was so inexplicably out of her reach it was downright laughable. And even if she did manage to get close, Hera would surely put her back in her place.
Kithe blankly stared into the star splattered, dizzy wilderness in front of him; the snowing having since been shaken from his head at Skahl's movements. The trees wavered as if their forms were ethereal; surreal. He couldn't quite tell if he actually felt the earth beneath his paws or not. The pain was a lost notion in the far back of his mind as a wall of nothing had been raised in the foreground to spare him. Thoughts were naught, save for one. He had to end this. Somehow. ... A low whine was drawn from his muzzle as he pushed back against Skahl's warm body, giving in as he found a fragile edge of consciousness to grasp. He rocked back against the large, dark wolf's thick shaft; feeling it spreading his opening impossibly apart... and even further, as Skahl's knot began to fill and gorge. Sickly wet sounds churned as the bulge popped in and out of Kithe's hole. Skahl tugged back hard on Kithe's neck fur, yanking the other's head up as forelegs wrapped possessively around Kithe's frame. Muzzle was lifted from the smaller wolf's neck as Skahl panted heavily, his breath spilling out in dense clouds, which dissipated as it rose into the atmosphere; quiet ghosts departing toward a bleak sky.
The building sensation was becoming so intense Skahl whimpered; his length not fully able to enter Kithe's opening any more due to the full size of his knot. Frustrated at this, Skahl drove harder against Kithe; knot grinding harshly against the wolf's abused opening. Kithe groaned and whine; shoving just as hard back against Skahl as the black wolf thrust forward. It was not long before Skahl's body began to shudder; deep grunts huffed out as he slammed heavily one last time up against Kithe's body and held there; forelegs pulling the smaller wolf as much against his larger form as was possible as he ground his inner thighs against Kithe's hips. A thick groan worked its way from Skahl's muzzle, coalescing with a growl as a rush of ecstasy surged through him, a building hit that hit its peak and broke. Skahl tried to shove himself deeper into Kithe's body as his hot seed spilled into the omega's hole.
Kithe gasped; shivering beneath the other, whimpering still, even as the rush of hot seed filled him. They remained pressed together for what seemed like eternity to Kithe; and soon he found himself collapsing to the cold earth, Skahl being the one who had been keeping his body up. He gulped air as Skahl's softening shaft pulled wetly from his opening, and he was left there to half curl in the hollow their actions had made of the snow. Heaving shaky breaths, Kithe's body couldn't keep itself together, and he fell prey once more to unconsciousness.
Skahl lay near for a minute or two; tentatively grazing his tongue over his groin and thighs with a low, satisfied murr. He cleaned himself of the other's blood and his own seed before rising and stretching out his body with a huff; a mere snort given in Kithe's direction as he peered at the slumped, gray body. "Useless..." He muttered and turned, hind legs kicking a few pawfuls of snow back at the other before he trotted off into the surrounding underbrush and disappeared; leaving the omega wounded, bleeding and broken... in more ways than just the physical.