Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
ASTER
Years of ruts, omega tributes, and not a fucking single one worth keeping.
I pace my lair deep inside the labyrinth, my hooves clicking against the stone, tail lashing with frustration.
The rut’s already burning through my veins, keeping my cock half-hard for days, making me fucking restless.
Another season, another virgin omega about to be tossed into my maze.
And I’m sure, more time wasted. Because they always smell wrong. None of them smells like mine.
But today the scent hits me before I even realize the doors have been closed. Omega, yes. Virgin. But under all that… fuck. Fuck.
My cock goes rock hard instantly, my knot already swelling. I’ve never reacted like this to anyone’s scent. Never. Not a tribute, not the females of my court, the ones met in foreign kingdoms, or ravaged after battle while I’m covered in the blood of my enemies.
This isn’t just my rut reacting to an available omega. This is every cell in my body screaming MINE!
She smells as sweet as honey, with an edge of spice. I can tell she’s untouched. And fucking dripping for her king. And no fear, no resignation. Just pure need. My omega went into heat. From my scent alone. Fuck me.
I roar before I can even form a coherent thought. The sound echoing through the entire labyrinth. Years of waiting, and she’s finally fucking here. My Mate. My Queen.
Her scent gets impossibly stronger as I approach, and I realize she’s moving deeper into the maze. Coming toward me. Fuck. And leaving a trail of slick so strong I can fucking taste it. My little omega is absolutely drenched, dripping her need all over my maze.
My balls feel heavy and aching. I’m already leaking so much precum it’s running down my shaft. The tip of my massive cock, dripping steadily, making puddles on the floor. Fuck, I’ve never been this hard from just a scent.
I start moving, following her trail. And from the soft pads of her bare feet, I can tell he’s wandering, searching. My sweet omega is actually looking for me.
Another wave of her pheromones hits me, and I have to stop and grip the wall. She smells like everything I’ve been waiting for. Like she was fucking made for me. Made to soothe my fucking hunger. Take my cock, my knot, my seed. Made to fucking breed.
I follow her trail through the corridors, my cock jutting out in front of me, bobbing with each step. Pointing for my True North. I’m so fucking hard it’s painful. My knot partially swollen, and I haven’t even seen her yet.
Her scent gets stronger with each turn. She’s absolutely flooding the maze with pheromones. I can track every step she’s taken, every place she’s touched the walls with her little hands.
“Fuck,” I growl, my pace picking up.
The sound of my hooves seems to make her scent spike with more arousal. She knows I’m coming. She fucking wants to be caught.
But I want her to run. Need her to. Need the chase. And she needs to be hunted. And when I catch her. Fucking claim her…
I go so fast I scrape my horns against the stone as I round a corner. The sound of her gasp reaches me, followed by a whimper that makes my balls draw up tight.
Fuck, I’m going to make her moan for hours. Fucking days.
Her breathing is getting faster. I can hear her little feet on the stone, moving quick. Good fucking girl. Run for me.
When I let out another roar, her response is more soft, sexy whimpering. My cock jerks, more precum flowing from my slit.
Then her sounds and smell guide me to a corridor where she turned. It’s a dead end…
I slow my pace, letting my hooves echo through the cavernous space. She’s trapped, and we both know it. I can hear her panting. Her scent, so fucking thick I’m drowning in it.
I round the final corner and then I’m seeing my omega for the first time, and nearly cum on the spot.
She’s fucking perfect. With curves in all the right fucking places, big, round tits, dark, hard nipples, wide hips, and full ass visible through the thin white dress that’s soaked through with sweat and slick.
Her dark skin is glistening. Her curls, wild around her face.
And her gorgeous dark eyes stare back at me, reflecting the feral hunger burning inside me.
Then she looks at my cock and fucking licks her plump lips…
I growl, my voice coming out even rougher.
My Mate is trembling against the wall, standing with her thick thighs pressed together like she’s trying to relieve some pressure.
There’s a puddle of slick at her feet. My virgin omega is so fucking turned on she’s dripping on my floor.
I advance, taking a step closer, and inhale deeply, letting her scent flood my senses. “You smell like fucking mate.”
She whimpers again. She needs this as bad as I do. And she doesn’t respond with words. But with a fresh gush of slick that runs down her glorious thighs. Perfect. Fucking perfect.