The Kings Hidden Omega Ch 00

This is my first attempt at writing a naughty story, so take it easy on me. I've always been a major fan of Literotica and wanted to try my hand at it. Constructive criticism welcome.

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Nestled in the valley below the mountain ranges of Balenciaga townsfolk bustled about the stone streets frantically preparing for the King's arrival. The King was an elusive being credited with the exposure of the supernatural to the public. Humans had once been the governing species until shifters staged a revolution led by an alpha with nothing left to lose.

The legends painted him as a ruthless warrior who claimed the entirety of the human nations through sheer force of will. It was said that his wolf-soul danced just below his skin at all times. The connection between the King and his wolf was the key to his dominion. When his reign was established five hundred years ago, he erected a fortress spanning the entirety of the Balenciagan mountains. He hardly ventured into the valleys to mingle with the commoners due to his vehement distaste for the humans left unscathed by his initial conquests.

Anais' head felt heavily weighted in the back of her skull to the extent that she could hardly maintain consciousness. This commonplace fatigue was due to the overextension of her shifting abilities. Her only respite from the malice of the townspeople was her daily shift. Her wolf-soul grew anxious the longer it hid within her flesh. The bond between herself and her wolf-soul grew stronger with each passing year.

Sitting upright on her cot, while reading a tome of legends, she could feel her beast pacing in her mind. Her onyx mop of curls tickled the exposed skin of her back shocking her awake when her head would lull backwards. If she was unable to control her shift, then she would be denied participation in the festivities planned for the duration of the Royal party's visit. Growing up an orphan in the valley Anais was despised by a handful of envious human peers.

"OI MUTT!"

Francis, a particularly hateful example, shouted in hopes of provoking Anais to shift. Anais' fingernails elongated and hardened into vicious black talons tearing the protective sleeve over the book. Her wolf-soul snapped her jaw around the sound of a deep snarl within her mind. Anais had to agree with her wolf. Snapping at Francis had always been a devious fantasy of hers, but her curiosity about the Royal party quelled her rage.

Deep, soothing breaths filled her burning lungs and doused the fire of retaliation within herself and her wolf-soul. She slammed the book shut sending dust motes fluttering into Francis' face. Anais darted around a sneezing Francis towards the door that led to the balcony. Once she reached the balcony she hopped onto the railing before springing for the large oak tree's branches. She panted happily as she scaled to the top of the tree. From this vantage point she could look over the entirety of the village as well as glimpse the ornate entrance to the King's mountain city.

What Anais did not anticipate was to see a large procession of carriages, pulled by centaur bodyguards, headed towards her town. She had become convinced that the King would not waste his time coming down to a little farming town in the valley. Little did she know he had become desperate enough for an heir that he was willing to mingle with humans in hopes his queen would be amongst them.

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"Fuck! I promise you Elise if I feel your teeth on my cock one more time you will fucking regret ever catching my eye. Do I make myself clear?"

A blonde head of ringlets bobbed up and down on Edmund's thick cock in response. His hand delved into the coarse updo before yanking the seasoned slut from his abused shaft to glare at her with amber eyes. His wolf-soul leapt into action baring his fangs in her face with a snarl.

"You will answer your King when addressed, whore."

"Y-yes your Majesty." She played the part of a humbled plaything with her olive colored eyes widened in fear. Elise knew how the King liked to be handled, but she was punishing him for overlooking her as a mate.

She had been his faithful courtesan for hundreds of years, and he still treated her like an unwanted pet. He was not only embarrassing her in front of the entire Royal court, but also a full village of human commoners. She may be a whore now, but one day she would be queen. He could not resist her call when offering to bed him, and she would use that to her advantage.

Edmund squeezed her jaw with his free hand and spit into her mouth without warning. Elise sputtered and fought against his hold on her. He threw her to the floor of the carriage and quickly clothed his unspent bottom half. His carriage came to a halt in the center of the little village.

The scent of fresh honeysuckle assailed his senses causing his wolf-soul to make a sound that vibrated within his chest. She had been at the base of his kingdom all this time. The thrill of the hunt made his cock ache beneath his pants. The thought of subduing and owning his mate after all these years had his wolf howling. He steeled himself by assuring his wolf that they would have her this night. All that was left to do was follow that tantalizing scent to its host.

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Shortly after spotting the royal procession, Anais hurried from her perch to the creek within the woods surrounding her village. Once she arrived she divested herself of her dress and waded into a deeper part to fully submerge her body. While under the water, she was oblivious to the lone man creeping up to the creek sniffing the fragrance in the air with hunger.

Edmund could practically taste his mate with her scent clinging heavily to the surroundings of the creek. A ripple in the water caught his attention seconds before a dripping goddess broke the surface with a tinkling giggle that lubricated the head of his dick with precum. From his vantage point he could see her black hair kissing her pert, round ass and wide alabaster hips.

He had waited hundreds of years for his mate, and one look at her sent his wolf into a lustful frenzy. Before he could think of how to approach her, he leapt from the rock into the water before him. His wolf-soul gnawed at his restraint until they were mid shift. His body was covered with a thick coat of silver fur and his limbs had stretched and morphed into that of wolfman. Edmund was in shock at his wolf's rash behavior. He had never lost control of his wolf so entirely before. His wolf had never shown interest in the females he fucked, but for some reason the scent of her was evocative. His wolf made a rumbling purr in his chest calling to his mate's wolf-soul.

Anais shrieked with terror as she beheld the nine foot beast plodding toward her naked form sporting an erection that bounced aggressively under water. Her wolf's instincts kicked in desiring a game of chase with this massive wolf. Innately, she would never give into a male's desires until he proved himself worthy. Anais had never met another wolf-soul before in all her years as an orphan within the sleepy town at the base of the mountains.

A shiver of excitement set her senses ablaze. She knew she was no match for this wolf's strength, but her slight form was built for speed. She dashed to the opposite shore exiting the creek without concern for her garments. A slippery, sticky wetness dripped from her pussy down her legs as she maneuvered around trees with ease.

Edmund snarled deafeningly loud when the beauty barely evaded his grasp. His wolf made a clicking purr in the back of his mind at the prospect of chasing her down and forcing her to submit to him. He licked his muzzle when his wolf sent an image of them sinking their teeth into her flesh leaving their mark. He promised himself that by nightfall he would find the little minx and fill her with his pups.