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It was Ava who brought it up. When asked how it happened, Beatrice would always say: “it’s Ava's fault, really”. Brash, wild Ava who never had to deal with the consequences.
They were walking back to their little apartment in Switzerland from the pool when Ava sprung a question. The question. "So how old were you?"
"Excuse me?"
"How old were you when you first presented? I was 16. Omega."
"Oh."Beatrice did a double take, and stopped wringing out the chlorinated towel.. Subjects like this never came up in the convent. "Um. 15"
"As?" Ava asked, the goofy smile plastered on her face as she walked backwards on the narrow and uneven sidewalk. Beatrice feared for her safety but was more preoccupied by the subject matter itself.
She drew in a breath "Nuns aren't supposed to say. Celibacy and all that."
"Oh. Ok." Ava’s face fell slightly, turned around, and continued on the walk. There was a silence, but the subject matter was quickly dropped.
Two and a half weeks later, Beatrice felt it. Her pre-rut. A dull ache, ever present. She’d gotten used to ignoring it, she was an expert at hiding her snarls with coughs and wearing baggier clothing to suppress the ache. Before Ava woke, she went to the pharmacy to buy blockers for when it began. When she returned home, Ava was still fast asleep, drooling slightly. Beatrice smiled fondly and went about breakfast.
However, at the bar the next day, a beta patron flirted with Ava a little too aggressively and fire roared through Beatrice’s veins. She stood up abruptly, seeing red, and stalked over. She growled softly, grabbing Ava by the arm and whispering harshly in her ear. "We need to go."
Ava nodded, and hung up her apron. Hans shot Beatrice a look of amusement. He was under the impression that they were mated, and she allowed his assumptions due to the fact it was easier to explain away than a holy warrior and her nun bodyguard. No other reasons.
She dragged Ava back to their apartment, fury in her eyes. Ava, concerned, stopped her in their kitchen. "Bea, is everything alright? Is there a demon? What’s wrong?”
Beatrice sucked in a shaky breath. "No, nothing’s wrong.”
“Then what the hell? I still have half a shift!”
Beatrice looked down on to the floor. “I feel like there's a demon inside me. I nearly killed that man."
“Why? Just because he was a little forward? I can handle myself, Beatrice. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but men stare at my boobs all day.” Ava’s brows furrowed in annoyance
Beatrice sighed and turned away, but Ava followed. “I’ve noticed.”
Ava seemed to realize that Beatrice wasn’t underestimating her, just lost in thought. She laid a hand on Beatrice's shoulder, who shuddered. "Bea?" She began tentatively, "Is it, I mean, are you in heat? If so, it's ok! I um, know the feeling, but there's no shame."
Beatrice chuckled. The words "Try again" accompanied a wry smile. As she met Ava's eyes in her reflection on the kitchen window, the room's temperature rose palpably.
Ava leaned forward, sniffing. "No. I'm definitely wrong. How stupid of me. You're an Alpha." She placed her other hand on Beatrice’s shoulder and inhaled again. "God, you smell good.."
"Don't take the Lord's name in vain, Ava" Beatrice chastised. She was trembling. Why hadn’t she started the blockers?
Ava, ignoring the fact that her name rolling off of Beatrice’s tongue made her knees buckle, asked a simple but burning question. "How did you deal with ruts at the Cat's Cradle?"
Beatrice turned slowly. So they were having this conversation. Her eyes flitted around, fixing on anything but the girl’s face. Eventually, she swallowed and took Ava’s hands, addressing the query. "We would ask Mother Superion to lock us in our room until it subsided. We can't break our vows, after all."
Ava gasped "Bea, that's so painful! When was the last rut you had where you were satiated?"
Beatrice thought about it for a second. It had certainly been awhile. Maybe 17? She verbalized as such.
"Bea, you've gone through that many ruts without satisfaction? You're 21, that's nearly impossible! You must be in so much pain.”
Ava’s worry leaked out as pheromones. Her eyes were wide. Beatrice felt intoxicated by Ava's sweet, cloying aroma. Her grip on Ava’s hands tightened as heat bloomed low.
They stood there for several seconds, staring at one another. Beatrice indulged herself in thoughts of what it would be like to finally be satisfied. As soon as they appeared she brushed them away, inner turmoil flooding her head.
Ava also seemed to be in a state of semi-distress. Although, for a different reason “Bea, I’m due for my heat and, fuck, I think you might be triggering it."
Beatrice sniffed, indeed, among Ava’s sweetness was a growing scent. Slick. Heady and savory. Beatrice tensed. Ava’s lips curled into a sultry yet still somehow tentative smile. “We could help each other?” she suggested.
Beatrice’s nails scratched at Ava's wrists softly, and she whimpered. Reality sunk in for Beatrice, and some of her fog began to lift "Ava, I could never! You're the girl of my dreams but you’re the Warrior Nun and I cannot sully you!"
She was cut off by lips on her own. She had a second to revel in the feeling and Ava's eager mouth. Then, "Beatrice." Ava pulled back and looked her dead in the eyes. "Sully me."
Beatrice inhaled. Her eyes went nearly black as the full rut set in. Reservations were washed away by pure lust, and repression forgotten, she wove her hands into Ava’s short hair, tugging lightly "Pretty girl.” She felt instinct take over. “I'm not just going to sully you. I'm going to wreck you."
Ava whimpered and embraced Beatrice tighter. "Please do."
Beatrice dove in. their lips crashed together once more and Beatrice tore at Ava's tight shirt. They locked eyes and she watched as Ava succumbed to her heat. Pupils dilated, her scent changed. Less innocent, in a way. Beatrice placed her nose into Ava’s neck, laving at her swollen scent glands
Ava moaned and began begging. “Beatrice, please. Please. Take me to mate. I need you, fuck. I need you now.”
“So impatient.” Beatrice purred, tugging harder on her hair. “You can wait. I need to ravish you properly.”
Messy kisses were traded on the way to the bed, clothes strewn along the way. Beatrice shoved Ava onto the bed, a primal look in her eyes.
Ava looked like a mess, and Beatrice loved it. Naked, her thighs glistened heavily. Nipples erect on soft breasts, parted lips, slightly swollen, and half-lidded eyes made Beatrice pant and growl. Ava couldn’t quiet herself, a steady stream of whimpers fell from her filthy mouth.
Beatrice grew tired of looking and ripped off the last of her own clothes. Ava’s scent grew stronger and began flooding the bedsheets with more slick as she gazed at her Alpha. Beatrice felt her cock grow erect. Secretly, she had always been rather proud of it. Long, fairly thick, and boasting a sizable knot that would come into play later.
Ava propped herself up on her arms, and let her moans give way to shaky, whispered words, teeming with yearning. “Bea. Can I taste you?”
Beatrice let out a throaty moan and nodded. The pair repositioned themselves. Beatrice sat on the edge of the bed and Ava kneeled on a pillow, ready and willing to worship. Beatrice reaffixed her hands in Ava's increasingly-tangled hair. “Take my cock ava. Get it ready to breed you.”
Ava made a soft noise of acknowledgement and opened her mouth, closing around Beatrice’s member. Beatrice threw her head back in ecstasy as Ava sucked vigorously, using a hint of teeth. Beatrice felt herself leaking precum and Ava lapping it up. Ava moaned at the salty taste and was rewarded with a rough pull on her hair.
Ava never slowed, bobbing her head in a steady rhythm. They locked eyes.Beatrice felt herself approach the edge and pulled away. Ava whimpered. “Bea, did I do something wrong?
Beatrice stroked her cheek. “No, pretty baby. You’re so good to me. But I need to be buried inside you. While I'm sure you’d look beautiful swallowing my load, you'll look even more stunning with my knot in your cunt. Get on my lap.”
Ava grinned and obliged, hovering over Beatrice's thick cock, but not penetrating. She was leaking like a faucet and Beatrice let her fingers wander down to her core. Ava moaned as Beatrice explored her, and cried out in annoyance when her fingers left. Beatrice placed the slick-covered extremities in her mouth and sensually licked off Ava’s wetness. “Settle Ava. You taste so fucking good. Salty yet sweet. Cloying yet tart. Beautiful. All ready to take me hard.”
As she muttered the last words, she placed her hands on Ava’s full hips and slammed her down onto her lap. Ava’s senses eroded at the feeling of being full, and she began to bounce atop her Alpha’s long dick. Beatrice leaned her head down and began sucking on Ava’s nipple harshly, littering her breasts with hickies as she bucked upwards.
“Beatrice,” the omega whined. “Mark me as your mate, please. That way no stupid beta will even dare look at me, at your property, ever again.”
Beatrice growled once more and her lips moved upwards to Ava's neck. As soon as she bit down upon Ava's scent gland, did the girl come. Rippling with orgasm, Ava watched Beatrice continued to fuck into her.
Swiftly, Beatrice reversed their position so Ava was flat on the bed with Beatrice above her. She got rougher with her thrusts, the new angle giving her more power to plow into Ava’s tender womb.
A final thrust and Beatrice's orgasm washed over her. Ava screamed as Beatrice’s knot triggered another orgasm and she was flooded with Beatrice’s seed
Locked together, they kissed sloppily as Beatrice's clit continued to pump fluid into Ava. The knot prevented any escape, and Ava whined at the feeling. As some of the endorphins subsided, it began to hurt pleasantly. Beatrice, noticing her distress, reached down to toy with Ava’s throbbing clit. While peppering her face with kisses, Beatrice whispered. “It’s ok baby. My knots usually last around ten minutes, but I don't know how long it will be since it’s been so long. Let me know if I can do anything, ok, pretty girl?”
Ava nodded and pulled Beatrice down on her. As the reality of Beatrice breaking her vows for her sunk in, she pulled Beatrice's hand away and held her face. “Bea. I’m so sorry. That was selfish of me. I made you break your vows and mark me and I'm so sorry.”
She was (very effectively) cut off with a kiss. Beatrice’s tongue conquered her mouth and bit her lip with vigor. The alpha pulled away. “Ava, you didn't ‘make’ me do anything.” she took a deep breath. “I’ve been struggling with my vows for a long time and I really couldn't imagine a better mate. You were anything but selfish. You are mine. My beautiful omega and I will do anything for you.”
Ava smiled, relieved.
The pair continued to kiss each other languidly. They talked more, exchanging pleasantries and soon Beatrice deepened her mark on Ava's neck. The pressure and pain alone had Ava arching and made her come again.
Ava reached her fingers down and fondled Beatrice's balls. The woman writhed on top of her and she came again, a fresh pump of seed flooding Ava’s lower belly, which was beginning to look swollen. Beatrice noticed this and panicked.
“Ava, fuck. We didn't use protection and I'm bound to be potent after all this time, I’m sorry!”
Ava silenced her. “It’s ok Bea. The nuns at St Michaels put me on birth control to lessen my heats. I got insatiable even without all of my body and they were tired of it.” She stroked her hair. “Now, don’t get me wrong. I really wanna be bred and I’d be absolutely elated to carry one of your pups one day but I think now is not the time. Holy war and all”
Beatrice nodded in relief and calmed, fifteen minutes later her knot deflated and her cock shrunk again. Ava whimpered at the loss and the feeling of cum pouring out of her. They made their way over to the shower and fucked sensually in it again until the water suddenly ran cold. Shrieking and laughing, they ran out, wrapped in towels.
Beatrice changed the sheets while Ava brushed out her hair. She had just finished fluffing the pillows when Ava hugged her from behind. It became very obvious from the stiff nipples poking her back that Ava was no longer wearing the towel. She tugged at Beatrice’s and it fell away without any resistance. There they stood, back to front, Ava littering the back of her neck with kisses. “Ava…” Beatrice warned, “I just changed the sheets.”
“Rather stupid, all things considered.” Ava's voice was light and she traced Beatrice’s muscles with a single finger. “Cycles last about a week. Our cycles are synced. You've been deprived for so long. So have I. Work is fully excused for cycles, and we have this place all to ourselves. Really, I thought you were supposed to be the smart one here.”
In a flash, Ava found herself bent over the side of the bed. “Behave, baby. Or I'll give us no reason to change the sheets again. Now what do you say?” Beatrice hissed.
“Yes, Alpha. I’m sorry. I’m sorry Beatrice, I never should have questioned your decisions.”
“Good girl” Beatrice purred in her ear. Nipping at the lobe, she drew back to fully take in the sight of Ava spread open for her, her round ass and glowing halo.
Ava felt her gaze and her scent glands went wild again. Beatrice watched as a mixture of Ava’s slick and her own seed leaked out of Ava’s swollen pussy. “Are you really desperate for me again?” Beatrice mocked, as if her dick wasn’t already erect and throbbing. Ava nodded and whimpered. “I hope you enjoyed your intermission because I'm about to wreck you again.”
Beatrice took her omega the traditional way, from behind. Tracing the halo with kisses as Ava came at least twice before Beatrice did. Ava looked down to see her breasts, marked up and hanging down, her belly swollen with cum for the second time, Beatrice buried to the hilt.
Ava had never felt better.