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The path is long, it’s cold and wet
Desire your paths will lead you quicker here than the rest
And you can hope for a life that is calm
But come in time, you’re gonna pick up one
That feels a little hard
The wind lays heavy, It weighs in stone
My instinct tells me I should walk this path alone
And you can hope for a life that is calm
But come in time, you’re gonna
Pick up one that feels a little hard
~~London Grammar
As soon as they got to the Xhohouse, Beau went straight to her and Jester’s room. She shut the door and immediately began to pace, stripping off her clothing until she was left in just her trousers and breast band. She was too warm, skin flushed and sweaty, and there was a buzzing in her veins that made her want to itch.
The last few days had been increasingly stressful. Between visiting and confronting her parents, especially her father, and then the pact she nearly made with the hag to save Nott— Veth — and to walk away from her real family for her sake, Beau’s emotional state had been heightened to the point of panic.
Beau sat on her bed, leg bouncing quickly. There was a tightness in her chest and she scrubbed her face with her hands. She tried to meditate but when her eyes shut they snapped open almost instantly and she pushed from the bed and began to pace the room, the wood floorboards cool against the soles of her feet to the point of near overstimulation. But what was distracting her the most was the pulsing ache between her thighs.
All of the stress of the last week had forced her into an early heat. Almost two months early.
Beau could feel the slick between her legs and her fingers twitched with the urge to touch herself. She crossed her arms, hands in her armpits to hold them there.
She was so fucking horny it was nearly painful. She wasn’t the only omega of the Nein and she was sure the others had picked up on her scent and what was happening. She considered, for a brief moment, to go find Caduceus. He was an omega like her and she had seen him use herbs in his teas that made his last heat bearable. She was sure he would share if he had any to spare.
But that would mean leaving the room and smelling… her .
The first thing Beau noticed after realizing she had gone into heat early was her friends’ scents. She could always smell them though their scents were usually mild. She knew where everyone ranked as far as being alphas, betas, and omegas went. But their smells had grown stronger, especially the alphas and she knew that they knew she was in heat.
And of course Yasha, the walking wet dream that she was, was an alpha.
Gods . The thought of Yasha pinning her down and rutting into her, coming inside her, knotting her had Beau groaning. Her hands flexed against her ribs and she tightened her arms against herself to keep her hands out of her pants. The thought of presenting her dripping cunt to Yasha made a whimper escape her.
A soft knock at the door caused Beau to halt her pacing. She tilted her chin up slightly, nostrils flaring as she inhaled then groaned, eyes falling shut.
Yasha was on the other side of the door.
“Beau?” came Yasha’s voice, soft as ever. “Can I come in?”
Beau swallowed. Letting Yasha in was probably a bad idea.
Letting her in was definitely a bad idea.
But Beau found herself at the door and pulled it open anyway.
Yasha stood before her, still in her leathers and boots. Her shawl and swords were gone, probably stowed away in her room, as well as the horned chest piece she had picked up during her time with Obann. Her pale face was soft with concern and…was her hair actually darker? Beau couldn’t be sure. Then Beau’s eyes fell to the yellow mug Yasha held in her large hands, the liquid inside hot enough for steam to rise from it.
Beau licked her lips and cleared her throat. “Sup?” She tried for nonchalance and it may have worked had her voice not cracked. And bless Yasha, she didn’t comment on it.
Instead she said, “Caduceus sent me up with this for you.” She offered the mug to Beau who finally released her hands, having shoved them back under her arms after opening the door, to take the mug. “It’s tea,” Yasha explained. “He said it might help you.”
Bless Caduceus, too. Beau raised the steaming mug and took a slow sip.
Beau had never tasted Caduceus’s tea before, not this blend anyway. Usually they were mild but pretty tasty. This? This was the most rancid thing Beau had ever had the misfortune of tasting and as soon as the liquid hit her tongue she began to sputter and spit it out.
“Oh what the fuck !” Beau exclaimed, face scrunching up. Her arms stretched out in order to move the foul liquid far from her. “This is so fucking gross !”
Yasha quickly took the steaming cup from the flailing human and brought it to her nose for a sniff, her own face scrunching up in disgust. “Yeah, that smells pretty horrid.”
Beau had pulled a flask from her knapsack and took a swig, the burning alcohol better than the tea. “Did you not notice it when you brought it up?” Beau asked, wiping her mouth on her arm.
Beau watched as Yasha’s face pinked and her eyes fell to the side. “Honestly? No, I didn’t.”
Beau huffed and stowed her flask away again. “How in the fuck did you miss it?”
Yasha’s eyes raised to Beau’s and the human watched as they visibly darkened. “I was too focused on you.”
Beau froze after closing her knapsack. Her back was to Yasha and she listened as Yasha set the mug down on the desk before she approached her. For such a large person, Yasha’s footfalls could be extremely soft and quiet. She felt Yasha at her back, not quite touching as she leaned closer.
Then Yasha’s large hand was on her bare shoulder and Beau finally noticed Yasha wasn’t wearing gloves. Yasha finally pressed against her, the crook of her broken nose pressed against the back of Beau’s ear as she inhaled deeply before releasing a shuddering breath. Beau shivered and felt her skin prickle and she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from moaning. She felt Yasha’s other hand snake around her hip and lay flat against her lower belly and pull her even closer, their bodies flush against one another.
“Is this okay?” Yasha whispered next to Beau’s ear, her lips brushing against Beau’s skin.
Beau whimpered and reached behind her to grasp at Yasha’s thighs. Her fingers met both leather and flesh, Yasha’s trousers having strategic holes placed along her legs. She titled her head back against Yasha’s chest and turned her eyes up at the aasimar. She was already panting, her skin feeling hotter than before as she pressed back against Yasha even more. She could feel Yasha’s cock pressing against her ass and she whimpered again.
Beau tilted her face up as one of her hands reached up and behind Yasha’s head, fingers tangling in her braids. Without a word Beau tugged Yasha’s head down as she reached up to kiss her.
Yasha’s lips weren’t the softest Beau had ever kissed, and they were slightly chapped but holy fucking fuck. Maybe it was her heat talking —it was definitely her heat talking— but Yasha was by far the best kisser Beau had ever encountered. She teased Beau’s lips with her teeth and her tongue before it flicked inside Beau’s mouth and caressed her own.
Beau moaned, Yasha happily swallowing the sound. Her large, warm, and calloused hands caressed lower on Beau’s belly, her fingers dipping beneath the waistband to caress even lower on Beau’s stomach. Beau’s hips jerked forward, seeking friction from the wandering hand that was nowhere near her aching cunt.
Yasha pulled back from Beau’s lips, her breath nearly as ragged as Beau’s. “Is this okay?” Yasha asked again.
“Yash, please ,” Beau whined. She tried tugging Yasha back to her but Yasha wouldn’t budge. So Beau dropped her hand back down and slid it behind her, cupping the hardness in Yasha’s pants that was growing firmer by the second. “I want you.”
Yasha groaned before grabbing Beau’s hips and pushing her forward against the glass door that led out to the shared balcony of their rooms. She leaned against Beau, holding her there as she tugged her multiple leather belts away. She unlaced her leather pants and pulled her cock free before scrambling to tug Beau’s pants down as well, tugging them past her hips and to her thighs. Then she lined her cock up with Beau’s dropping cunt and snapped her hips forward, burying herself halfway into Beau’s wet heat.
“ Fuck !” Beau exclaimed. She pressed her forehead against the glass, her warm breath fogging the glass as she panted heavily, her hands scrambling against the door, trying to find purchase against the wood that held the panes. She felt Yasha’s head drop to her shoulder, growling with each thrust of her hips as she sank into Beau again and again.
Yasha’s grip was near bruising on Beau’s waist as she fucked into her. “You’re so tight,” Yasha gasped into Beau’s ear.
Beau groaned and reached back with one hand to grasp at Yasha’s hip. Her fingers wrapped around the open flap of Yasha’s leather pants and she tugged in time with Yasha’s thrusts, pulling her closer each time Yasha thrusted into her. “Fuck, Yash, you feel so godsdamned good,” she groaned.
Yasha pressed closer to Beau’s back which pressed the monk further against the glass door. Her heated skin against the cold glass was a sharp contrast that lit her sensitive nerves alight even more. Her hands quickly reached up to her breastband but she didn’t have the space to properly remove it so Beau tugged it up over her breasts instead. Once again the cold of the glass was a shock against her heated skin and she groaned, leaning more heavily against the door as Yasha fucked her.
Yasha raised her arms above their heads and grabbed hold of the door frame. Using her grip for leverage, Yasha’s rhythm became harder, more demanding. She wanted as much of her cock buried inside Beau as possible but the angle just wasn’t quite right.
Yasha growled in frustration and pulled from Beau, much to her dismay. Until Yasha spun her around and dropped to her knees. She grabbed hold of Beau’s pants and tugged them lower, Beau lifting her legs to assist in removing them.
With Beau’s pants cast aside and on her knees, Yasha could smell Beau’s arousal stronger than ever and her mouth watered. She gripped Beau’s hips with her hands and leaned forward and pushed her nose into damp curls and breathed in deep. With a groan, Yasha took hold of Beau’s leg and raised it up onto her shoulder. Then she pressed closer, grazing her tongue through Beau’s folds, opening her up.
Beau gasped as Yasha curled her tongue, catching it at her opening. Her leg tightened over Yasha’s shoulder as she rolled her hips, seeking more. She jolted when her bare back hit the cold glass and Yasha’s hands came up to steady her, dual colored eyes looking up at Beau’s face. Though she didn’t stop and stayed between Beau’s thighs, Yasha’s eyes did flash briefly in concern and confusion.
Beau gasped then smiled, running her hand back through Yasha’s hair. “Cold glass,” she explained even as she pressed closer against it to angle her hips closer to Yasha’s warm mouth.
Yasha hummed then closed her eyes and became more focused on the task at hand (or mouth, as it were). She slid her tongue through Beau’s folds again, lapping at the human’s entrance and drinking her down before shifting and wrapping her lips around Beau’s clit instead. She gave a firm suck that had Beau’s back bowing from the door.
Beau’s hands pulled at Yasha’s hair in an attempt to pull her closer. But as good as Yasha’s mouth felt, it was nothing compared to having her cock and Beau felt so empty without it though she only had it for the first time just moments ago. She tugged on Yasha’s hair again and the barbarian’s eyes flashed opened to look up at her.
“That feels really good,” Beau panted as Yasha continued to suck her clit, “but your dick felt better.” She tugged again at Yasha’s dark hair when Yasha gave another hard suck at her clit. “Come on, Yash. I want you to fill me.” Then Beau's face split into a crooked grin. “I want you to knot me.”
Yasha’s eyes flashed red as she pulled away from Beau’s cunt and surged up. She caught Beau’s mouth as she stood and pressed her against the door as she kissed her, hard, all but demanding Beau surrender to her with just her mouth.
Beau whimpered as Yasha bit her lower lip and tugged before soothing it with her tongue before kissing her properly again. Beau’s hands began to tug at Yasha’s leather tunic though she couldn’t properly focus as Yasha’s hands began to rove over her body and pull the breast band loose, letting it unfurl and tumble to the floor.
Yasha broke their kiss to allow Beau to pull her tunic off then began making her way down Beau’s throat and shoulder with her lips, leaving bites too small and gentle (if you could call anything Yasha’s sharp teeth did gentle ) to initiate a bonding mark.
Beau’s head fell back against the door with a thunk as Yasha’s mouth traveled lower on her chest. When Yasha’s mouth wrapped around a dark nipple, Beau gave a long and deep moan. Her hands moved from their perch on Yasha’s shoulders to tangle in her wild hair once again. Beau was a bit frustrated that Yasha didn’t seem to be in a hurry to fuck her now but her mouth was hot as it toyed with her nipple and while not what she wanted it felt good all the same.
But Beau isn’t a patient person. She could feel Yasha’s cock against her leg, as Yasha had to stoop a bit to reach her chest, and Beau considered grinding against it when she felt Yasha pull away with a whimper.
“Yash?” Beau asked, watching as Yasha backed away from her. “What’s wrong?”
Yasha pulled away and released Beau, backing up until she bumped Beau’s bed and fell onto it. Her eyes stayed level at Beau’s chest, eyeing the nasty scar that bisected Beau’s chest that Yasha herself made. How had she missed it until now?
Eyes burning, Yasha’s face crumpled and her mouth worked though no sound came out. She shook her head and took a deep, shuddery breath and, finally, whispered, “I’m sorry, I—“
Beau stepped toward Yasha and Yasha flinched when Beau reached for her. Beau finally realized Yasha wasn’t looking up at her face, that those mismatched eyes were staying level with her tits. Beau would be proud if Yasha wasn’t having a panic attack. Dropping her gaze down, Beau realized the problem and shame burned through her that she didn’t realize it sooner.
“Yasha,” Beau began as she reached for her again, “I’m okay. See?”
Yasha took another deep breath, choking on the tears threatening to spill down her face. “I…it looks so bad, I didn’t realize how bad it was and—“
“ I’m okay,” Beau said again. She took hold of Yasha’s hand and brought it to her chest, just above the scar, and held it there. “See? Still beating.”
Yasha tried to pull her hand away but Beau managed to hold it tight. “I almost—“
“ You didn’t,” Beau said firmly. “This isn’t your fault, Yash. You would never intentionally hurt me. Hurt any of us,” she added.
Yasha’s brows furrowed and she finally looked up at Beau’s face. “I didn’t?”
Beau shook her head. “No,” she said softly. She felt Yasha’s hand curve slightly, an unconscious effort to cup her breast and she smirked to herself. “Want to know what you did do, though ?”
Yasha blinked and tilted her head to the side. Beau noticed her breathing had begun to calm and that in turn calmed her. She stepped closer to Yasha so that Yasha had to lean back and tilt her face up to continue looking at Beau’s face. Beau guided Yasha’s hand down her body until Yasha was cupping between her legs and her hips rocked into her calloused palm.
Yasha groaned as her fingers came in contact with Beau’s dripping cunt, her fingers curling just enough to tease Beau’s entrance.
“ You did this, Yash,” Beau whispered as she continued to rock into Yasha’s hand. “I’ve had your cock and I’ve had your mouth and now I’ve had your fingers.” She leaned close to Yasha’s ear with a gasp, “But I still want your knot. I want you to come inside me and knot me so it has no place to go.”
Yasha growled and turned her head, pressing her lips against Beau’s in a searing kiss. As her tongue flicked into Beau’s mouth, her fingers thrust up into Beau’s cunt with such force that Beau rocked up to her toes. Beau gasped, her yhands shooting up to grasp Yasha’s shoulders to steady herself.
“Come’ere,” Yasha growled against Beau’s lips as her arm encircled Beau’s waist and tugged her closer as the hand between Beau’s thighs worked to push deeper into Beau.
“ Fuuuck,” Beau groaned. She lifted her leg, bracing her foot on the bed beside Yasha’s hip. She tilted her head back, enjoying Yashas fingers as they moved roughly inside her. She could feel pleasure pooling her gut, slowly eking it’s way through her body and it began to tense.
“You’re close,” Yasha whispered hotly against Beau’s collar bones. Her eyes flicked upto watch Beau’s face. “I can feel you clenching hard around my fingers.” And as if to prove her point, Yasha’s fingers picked up a harder pace and curled inside Beau.
“ Yasha,” Beau whimpered. Her hips rolled to meet Yasha’s fingers and her hands clutched tightly at Yasha’s bare shoulders. The coiled pressure in her gut wound tighter and tighter and tighter, and her legs began to shake with the effort of both standing up and keeping them open. Her head dropped to the crown of Yasha’s, each panting breath held a cry that escaped her each time Yasha’s fingers thrusted into her.
Finally the pleasure that had been steadily building exploded through her. Beau threw her head back with a loud cry as she came. Her body shook with tremors as her body bowed back though Yasha’s strong arm around her kept her from falling backwards. Her hips rolled wildly into Yasha’s hand as the other woman moaned, feeling wetness flood into her hand.
“So good,” Yasha whispered, her hand still working rough and fast into Beau’s rippling cunt. “Such a good girl.”
Beau whimpered and leaned forward against Yasha, her hips still rolling. Her arms wrapped around Yasha’s shoulders as a second orgasm began to quickly build inside her, threatening to overtake her again.
But it seemed Yasha had other plans. She pulled Beau close to her then fell back and rolled, pinning Beau beneath her. She removed her hand from inside Beau, using it to line up her aching cock at Beau’s entrance. Then she snapped her hips forward, burying herself deep into Beau who cried out.
“ Fuck, yes!” Beau exclaimed. She gripped Yasha tight around her ribs, fingers wrapping around the back of Yasha’s breast band she only just realized Yasha was still wearing.
Yasha’s pace was relentless and each time Yasha thrust into her Beau could feel Yasha’s knot, threatening to split her open.
Yasha moaned long and loud above her. Her hands clutched at the sheet tightly beneath them as she rutted into Beau. She braced herself on her forearms, allowing her more force behind her thrusting hips. “So good,” Yasha growled out again.
Beau’s knees were hooked over Yasha’s hips, opening herself up further to Yasha and to pull her closer each time Yasha sank into her. Yasha’s mouth was at her throat and she tilted her head back to give Yasha more room. It was also an invitation.
“Yasha, please,” Beau begged though she wasn’t entirely sure what she was begging for: Yasha’s cock, another orgasm, or Yasha’s bite. Ioun above knew she wanted all three.
Yasha moaned and pressed her face close to Beau’s throat. Feeling Beau’s inner walls fluttering around her cock and beginning to clutch tightly at her, Yasha knew she was close again. And the thought of spilling into Beau caused her cock to twitch. She already felt so heavy and she felt herself close to the edge that the thought alone nearly did her in.
Beau felt Yasha’s teeth become firmer against her skin and with each thrust she could feel her knot pressing against her, could feel Yasha’s desire to tie them. Beau’s knees raised higher and wrapped around Yasha’s waist. She raised her head up and began to lay kisses and bites along Yasha’s shoulder, her nails digging into Yasha’s back with each pinching bite. “Do it,” Beau groaned, her voice gravel. “Fucking do it, Yasha.”
Yasha growled. Her hips slammed forward several more times then didn’t pull back. Instead she pushed forward and continued to growl as her knot, finally, slipped inside Beau with a wet pop.
As Yasha’s knot slid inside her, tying them, Beau’s body bowed beneath Yasha’s. She all but screamed as she came, the sound possibly holding Yasha’s name and the word ‘fuck,’ it some combination of the two. Her inner muscles rippled around Yasha’s knot and she surged up, sinking her teeth into Yasha’s shoulder near a faded, circular scar.
Yasha cried out as well. Between sinking fully into Beau and feeling her come around both dick and her knot, and the mating mark Beau graced her with, Yasha found herself hurtling over the edge into release. Her cock twitched then began pumping cum deep inside Beau and with her knot sealing them, her cum had no place to go. And as she emptied herself, Yasha pulled back enough to sink her teeth into Beau’s shoulder and marked her as her own.
Something primal in Beau howled as she felt Yasha’s sharp teeth bite into her shoulder. Being knotted felt great and having Yasha shoot into her did too. But Yasha’s answering bite, marking and claiming her, made Beau feel agitated and calm all at once. She felt herself tumble into a third climax and everything in her tugged Yasha closer as she ground her hips up to meet Yasha’s stil thrusting hips.
Soon the pleasure faded to aftershocks. Beau all but collapsed beneath Yasha, legs falling open as she relaxed beneath her, panting heavily. Her mouth tasted of copper and it took her a moment to realize she released Yasha’s shoulder. She turned her head, her cheek against Yasha’s.
Yasha still had a hold of Beau’s shoulder, teeth a firm grip in her skin. She was still growling albeit softly, her hips languidly rolling into Beau’s and her cock giving a few weaker spurts of come. She breathed heavily through her nose, grunting a bit as if she were coming down from a rage.
Finally Yasha released Beau’s shoulder and they both turned to look at one another. Beau raised a shaky hand and wiped a streak of blood from Yasha’s mouth, to which Yasha pressed forward and laid a gentle kiss on Beau’s fingertips.
“This was…unexpected,” Yasha finally said.
Beau chuckled. “You can say that again. I came up here to figure things out.” She moaned softly when Yasha shifted and stiffened above her.
“Figure out what?” Yasha asked tentatively. “You…you weren’t planning on leaving again were you?”
Beau softened. “Not permanently,” she answered. At Yasha’s distressed look, she quickly added, “All this shit with my dad and then Isharnai stressed me out and forced me into heat early. I was gonna come back…”
Yasha searched Beau’s face but her passive perception wasn’t the best and she couldn’t tell if Beau was telling the truth. But she wanted to believe her and so she did. Beau lightly tapping her ass drew Yasha’s attention and she saw a smirk on Beau’s face.
“You fucking me works, too,” Beau teased.
Yasha flushed. “That— I didn’t mean for it to happen. I really only came up here to give you tea.”
“And you did,” Beau said. “And it was gods awful so, again, breeding me was still a good backup plan.”
Yasha groaned and dropped her face into Beau’s neck. She inhaled deeply and pulled back again to see the mating bite on Beau’s skin. Not looking away from it, Yasha asked, “Was that okay?”
Beau chuckled. “Pretty sure I should be asking since I bit you first.”
Yasha hummed. Then her eyes found Beau’s. “It is… sudden. But I did want it.” She nuzzled along Beau’s jaw. “I want you.”
Beau sighed and closed her eyes. “Yeah,” she agreed. “Same.”
They laid there for a while longer until Yasha was able to pull out. When she did and stood up, Beau’s eyebrow arched up as she took in Yasha’s appearance. “You’re still wearing pants.” She laughed and shook her head. “I thought I was horny, and here you were, too far gone to even get fully naked.”
Yasha chuffed, knowing Beau was simply teasing her. She pulled her pants up and tucked her cock away before lacing them. “How about a bath and food?”
Beau groaned and fell back into the bed. “That requires clothes and, honestly? I’d rather you fucked me again.”
Yasha walked over and pulled Beau up by her hands. Then she spun Beau around and placed her mouth against her ear. “I will fuck you again but you’ll need your strength.” And here Yasha’s hand moved to curve over Beau’s belly possessively. “I plan on breeding you again and again until you’re full of my pups.”
Beau whimpered, her knees almost giving out.
Yasha chuckled and stepped away from Beau. From her mate.
Though she had no intentions currently of getting Beau pregnant, the thought of seeing Beau swell with their litter caused her cock to twitch and she felt herself harden, just a bit.
Yasha stepped close to Beau and kissed her softly. “Bath. Food. Fucking. My room this time since you bunk with Jester.”
Beau nodded quickly, feeling herself grow hotter and wetter at the prospect of tying with Yasha again.
As they made their way downstairs, Yasha made a mental note to check with Caduceus about a tea to dissuade pregnancy. Just in case.