Chapter 120: Put It Inside

Yvaine was lying back on the dining table with her legs hanging over the edge, and Xelvyn stood between them with both hands wrapped around her thighs.

The hall had gone dark at the far end long before either of them noticed, and the candles had burned low enough that the shadows had started climbing the walls, but there was still enough light left to see by.

Enough to see the flush that had spread across Yvaine’s chest. Enough to see the way her hands kept flexing against the wood, opening and closing, as though she were deciding whether to reach for something and kept changing her mind.

She was bare from the waist down and half out of the rest of it, and she had been lying there long enough that the table’s edge had gone warm under her thighs, and she had not once asked Xelvyn to hurry.

Not out loud, anyway. Her body was doing enough of the asking for her.

Xelvyn’s grip was firm, but not hard. She held Yvaine’s legs open the way one held something that was already trying to close, and she did it gently enough that the omega could feel the difference.

Her thumbs pressed into the meat of Yvaine’s thighs, steady and unhurried, keeping her spread exactly where Xelvyn wanted her. Then she lined herself up and dragged the length of her cock along the innermost bud, slow, from the base all the way to the tip.

Yvaine gasped, soft and startled, and her heels pressed into the wood.

There was no resistance at all. Xelvyn’s length was still coated with her own arousal from earlier, slick and warm, and the slide was so easy that she could have kept it up for an hour without needing to think about it.

So she did. She pulled back and dragged forward again, watching Yvaine’s face the whole time, and the second pass drew a shiver that ran from the omega’s stomach all the way down to her knees.

"Ngh! Xelvyn~"

Yvaine’s back arched off the table, and her hands came up to grip the edge of it, knuckles going pale against the mahogany.

"Shhh~ be patient."

It was easy for Xelvyn to say it, because she could feel the impatience moving through the omega’s body. The way Yvaine’s hips kept tilting up to chase her. The way her thighs tensed every time the slide slowed.

Yvaine had spent the whole evening pushing and prodding and smirking at her, and now she was flat on her back with her legs held open and she still could not wait, and that told Xelvyn more about her than anything she had said out loud all night.

The part Xelvyn noticed most was what Yvaine did not do. She kept her hands where they were, on the table’s edge, and did not try to pull her down or take over or hurry her along. She just held on and let Xelvyn set the pace, and the small surrender of it sat warm somewhere under Xelvyn’s ribs.

"Alpha~ please~"

Xelvyn ignored her and kept rubbing.

She kept it slow on purpose. Every pass drew another sound out of the omega, and before long she had started collecting them without meaning to — the short one at the first touch, the longer one when the tip caught the bud at just the right angle, the small broken one when she paused at the top and stayed there and did not move at all. Yvaine’s mouth hung open, and she was gasping for air between each noise, and the flush had crawled from her cheeks down her throat to her collarbones.

"Ah~ ugh~ ngh~ mmm~"

The last one came out almost like a whimper, thin and high, and Xelvyn’s hands tightened around her thighs before she caught herself.

Watching Yvaine come apart under nothing but a slow slide was doing something to her. She had to keep reminding herself that she was the one holding the reins, because if she lost that, this would be over far sooner than either of them wanted.

Her own body was already aching from the waiting. Every sound the omega made went straight through her, and the wet heat dragging along her length kept making her think about what it would feel like to be inside instead.

Not yet, though. Not yet.

She dragged the tip back down, pressed it flat against the bud, and rolled her hips once, just enough to make Yvaine’s whole body jolt.

Yvaine’s head turned to the side and her mouth shaped words that did not come out.

For her part, Yvaine had stopped keeping track of how long this had been going on. She only knew that the first slow slide had already been too much, and that everything after it had been worse, and that her own body had turned into something she no longer had much say over.

Her hands were on the table because if she let go she was fairly sure she would float off it. Her legs were open because Xelvyn was holding them open and because she had no intention of closing them. Every time the Alpha’s length dragged back down, her hips lifted an inch off the wood to follow, and every time they did, Xelvyn slowed down again.

It was maddening. It was also, somehow, exactly what she wanted.

"Xelvyn~"

"Mm."

"You’re doing this on purpose."

"Obviously."

She got no more than that, and then the slide started again, and she gave up on talking.

"You’re quite impatient, Yvaine," Xelvyn murmured after a while. "Should I enter you raw? Mmm?"

Yvaine looked up at her. Her eyes were full of submission, soft and open and waiting for whatever the Alpha decided. Then something else moved behind them, slower, and she did not answer the way Xelvyn had expected her to.

"Will you do it if I say yes?" She asked. "Will you take me raw without using protection magic, alpha?"

Her voice carried more than the question. There was devotion in it, plain and unguarded, and underneath the devotion there was something else that Xelvyn could not immediately name. Sadness, thin and worn at the edges, like a thread that had been pulled too many times and never quite replaced.

Hearing it softened Xelvyn before she could stop it.

"Do you want it?" She asked. "Because the consequences of getting you pregnant is higher."

Tears formed in Yvaine’s eyes.

For a moment Xelvyn just stared at her, thrown off by the reaction to a question she had thought was simple. It was not as though she had offered anything strange. She had only asked the omega what she wanted and reminded her what the cost of wanting it might be. Then she frowned, and tried to keep her face neutral, and failed at it harder than she wanted to admit.

"Why are you crying? Did I say something that hurt you?"

Yvaine shook her head, quick and small, and a tear slid sideways into her hair.

"No... It feels like you care about me."

Xelvyn frowned deeper. "Why would you think that?"

"Because no one ever did... No one asked... They just take and take." The words landed, and Xelvyn felt her heart tighten in her chest.

She had assumed things. She could see that now, standing between the omega’s legs with her hands still holding her open, her cock slick and waiting and entirely forgotten for the moment. She had assumed that someone like Yvaine, who smirked and teased and shoved Alphas into furniture, was used to being wanted.

Used to being handled. Used to the whole business of it, and fine with it. She had watched Yvaine take attention and hand it back with interest, and she had never once stopped to wonder whether anyone had ever asked Yvaine what she wanted, or whether anyone had ever given her the chance to say no and meant it.

They just take and take. The way she had said it, flat and tired, like something she had long ago stopped expecting to change.

Xelvyn leaned down and wiped the tears off Yvaine’s cheeks with her thumb, careful with it, the way she might have handled something breakable. Then she pressed a soft kiss to the omega’s lips.

She kept it light. She did not deepen it, and she did not let her weight settle, because this kiss was not for the heat that had been building between them all evening. It was for something else, and she wanted Yvaine to feel the difference.

Yvaine made a small sound against her mouth, and her hands finally left the table to come up and hold Xelvyn’s face, light and uncertain, as though she were not entirely sure the touch would be allowed. Xelvyn let her keep it.

When she withdrew, she looked straight into Yvaine’s eyes for a long moment, then kissed the tip of her nose, then her forehead.

"If I were to take you like this," she said, "then you shall give me the permission to mark you."

Yvaine went still.

For a heartbeat she did nothing at all. Her mouth stayed parted, her tears were still drying on her skin, and her eyes had gone wide in a way that made Xelvyn wonder whether she had overstepped.

Maybe the mark was too much to hand an omega who had only just asked to be taken. Maybe she had read too much into a few whispered words and a table and the way Yvaine said her name.

Then Yvaine’s eyes were filled again, and the tears spilled over, and she reached up and grabbed the front of Xelvyn’s coat with both hands and pulled her down.

"Yes! Yes! Of course, I... I would want that! Please, alpha!"

She clung to Xelvyn like a drowning woman, arms wrapped tight around her shoulders, face buried against her neck, and Xelvyn immediately closed her arms around her and held on just as hard.

She could feel the omega shaking all the way through her. She could feel the wet of her tears soaking into her collar, and the small broken breaths against her throat, and the way Yvaine’s fingers had curled into the fabric of her coat and would not let go.

"Shhh~ calm down~ calm down, Yvaine~ you’re safe now."

Yvaine sobbed, hard and without any attempt to hide it, and Xelvyn held her through it and let the sounds come without trying to talk over them.

"Alpha~ put it in~ please put it in~"

The begging was desperate and half muffled against her throat. Xelvyn nodded, then pulled back just far enough to kiss Yvaine’s cheek.

"Tell me if it hurts."

She waited until Yvaine’s legs had gone loose again, until the omega had taken one shaky breath and nodded, and only then did she line herself up properly and thrust inside.

Yvaine screamed. "AHHHHHHHH!"

The sound went up into the rafters and rolled along the stone, out past the shut doors and down the corridors, and somewhere deeper in the castle a few demons stopped what they were doing and looked up, briefly and privately convinced that something was going on.

Xelvyn was sweating already. The omega was so tight around her that her whole body had gone rigid with the effort of holding still, and her hands were shaking where they held Yvaine’s legs. She could feel the omega clenching and adjusting around her, taking her in by slow degrees, and she had to breathe through her teeth to keep from moving too soon.

"I got you~ shhh~"

She kept the words steady even though her own voice was not, and Yvaine’s hands came off the table and grabbed at her arms, holding on the same way she had held the wood.

Then she started to move her hips.