Soft Dark/Dark Alpha Viking King Curtis Everett/Soft Dark Omega Princess Female Reader
Warnings: This story features dub con/non con after a brief fight, if this kind of dark content is not to your liking, look away now. Minors DNI.
The king stood before the burning pile of wood that once held up the bodies of those killed. The wind off the lake, cold on his face and yet he felt very little as he stared into the ash and smoking piles, calm on the outside, full of fury on the inside. The fur around his shoulders attached to his cloak keeping him warm while he gazed coldly out to the lake and beyond, to the treeline, knowing somewhere….somewhere in those woods, was you.
Waiting, waiting to kill more of his men, kill fellow alpha’s who tried to capture you, bring you to him, bring him the princess to the king he killed months ago. She was his and yet, he had not known how full of fire she was. He hadn’t known her father taught her in all things swords, in how to kill so well.
It was a lesson he was learning now and now….he was done letting his best men die in his place, the next time you fought someone from his village….
The next full moon, which fell three days later, was the day he would find you, and keep you, “We should go with you.” his second in command says rather gruffly.
Curtis is shaking his head before he even mounts his horse, “No, I need you to watch over the village, if I need aid, you’ll know it, but I’m not worried about this little omega.” he swings up and into the saddle, looking down at earl Rogers, one of his most trusted men, “She will be mine, make no mistake about that, tonight, I bring back a bride.” he says confidently.
Rogers nods and stands back, watching his king ride off into the dark forest, “No bride has ever been this deadly though.” he says to himself, hoping his king was right.
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The king knows by now, by how his men died, you won’t let yourself be found easily. It’s almost a game with you, taunting his men, luring them into traps to kill them. There was so much anger in the kills, you killed his men more than needed to be done to finish them off.
Clearly his bride still felt anger towards him, towards what he did to your kingdom, burning it to the ground had needed to be done. Your father had been brutal in nature to his people and revenge had been Curtis’s.
Curtis had planned on killing the whole family, but, once he struck down your mother, you had shown yourself, hidden away no more, your omega scent hit his nose like a fresh autumn’s breeze, clean, crisp and cool.
For his people, there were no more omega’s, died out for unknown reasons. Your kingdom following slowly in the same footsteps. Across the sea, the other clans spoke of the same grave concerns.
So it was a shock to his system that night, smelling you, seeing you, as you rushed to your dead mother, his shock gave you time to flee and hide, run and get away….until his men started dying on hunting outings.
And now…..now he knows you are watching him, waiting, biding your time, but so is he. The most deadly of all his brothers, he knows blood and death better than anyone, welcomes it even. He knows death well, knows her passion and desire and he keeps her close now as he hunts you, your scent faint but there.
He silently strips of his fur cloak, his boots next, he strips down to his undershirt and pants, gently unsheathing his sword, his crown made of dead tree branches blending in with the night, much like his clothes, all black.
A shadow, like his brothers like to say, a deadly one at that.
You’ll never see him coming, but then, he’ll never see you coming either. You have much of the same mind set, blending in with the darkness, your own furred cloak gone, only down to your underthings, the cold weather doesn’t matter when you could die this night.
His scent, this alpha king who killed your vile father and poor sweet mother, your whole kingdom, he would pay, and if you could not make him pay, you would go out trying.
“Come out, come out little omega.” he commands softly, the wind carrying his voice far and wide, an alpha command, and one that gets ignored.
Your mother taught you well, from high up in the tree you hide in, you hear the command well and easily fight the control the command carries. The voice was deep, alluring, a shame it belonged to such a monster.
You slowly inch down the tree, branch by branch, your trusted axe, the small handle between your lips, your teeth holding onto it firmly as your eyes, even in the darkness, take in the alpha on the forest floor.
The moonlight was giving you enough shadows, you could make out his shape, he was so much taller than you, you honestly didn’t know men came this big, but it doesn’t matter, you see him but he doesn’t see you.
The king knows you are close, his ears picking up sounds close by, you were smart, hiding so well and not obeying the command, a nearly impossible task, he was impressed, “Come to omega, come to your alpha, I won’t hurt you, if you come to me like a good mate.” he tries a soft command again.
He clenches his jaw, you were becoming a pain in his ass, you were nothing like how an omega should be, how they all used to be, submissive, not this….disobeying thing that you are.
It doesn’t matter, he’ll put you in your place soon enough, he just has to find you first, if his alpha voice wouldn’t work on you, he had a few more alpha tricks up his sleeves.
His left ear twitches at the sound of a leaf falling from the tree he stands under, his right ear catching the barely there sound of a branch bending slightly, like if it was under weight from something….big standing on it.
His teeth grow sore, his mating gland grows itchy as your scent hits his nose like a blast of frozen air off the lake. He swallows thickly, his whole body was screaming at him to be much more brutal than he was prepared to be. He wanted you, yes, but he didn’t want to cause any lasting harm to you.
Still, when the wind shifts behind him and he swings around at the same time you bring up your axe, it’s a standoff, his sword and your axe at each other’s throats.
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You stare into the eyes of the alpha king, so blue, like the moon above you both, the crown on his head sends shivers down your spine, it was deadly looking, much like him, and yet….you knew you could kill him.
All men could be killed, it was just a matter of how and when.
You circle each other slowly, never taking eyes off each other. He takes you in, small, baby faced even and yet….you had some meat on your bones, some flesh to grab, your hair was a mess and your face and body were dirty and yet, you were stunning, and he can’t wait to get you under him.
His smirk grows more and more thinking about it, his axe still at your throat, your axe still at his, when you see his smirk and growl, you finally back up quickly, he lets you, standing still, axe now at his side, waiting for your next move, “Come at me little omega, fight me, you may be strong in mind, lets see how strong you are in body.” he taunts.
You narrow your eyes at him and charge, ducking down when he goes to swing, you get a good cut to his leg before flipping away, smirking as he growls in anger, charging you now, you both give a few hit and misses with your weapons, before you get another good cut to his back this time, one that has him crying out, the cut was deep.
But when he turns to you, his eyes are red, and your eyes widen, “You will obey me, you will serve me, be my bride, even if I have to break you.” he growls, a dark smirk on his face.
You swallow thickly, feeling a tickle in your brain, you ignore it as you charge him, yelling as you go for his neck, you miss, by him ducking and kicking you away, you go down to your knees and he’s on you in a flash, moving faster than anyone has before, inhumanly so.
He pins you down, with a giant hand to the center of your back, his other hand around your wrist, the hand holding the axe, “Drop it.” he growls so deep, so slowly in your ear as he leans down over you, his warm breath caressing your ear and neck, your hand shakes fighting it yet again.
This time, he presses you down with his whole body, what rest between his legs felt, hard, big and strong, your struggles are a joke to him, and yet, when he speaks again, his voice has somehow taken on a tone in which it feels like he’s everywhere, all around you this time, seeping into your very soul, “Drop, the, weapon.”
Your eyes flutter, your hindbrain tickling even more, a voice from the corner of your mind, peeking out, wondering, watching, wanting. You buck up and try to twist and all it gets you is his tongue licking up the shell of your ear, “Little one, come to me, come out and play, I know you want to, listen to me little omega, drop, the, weapon, alpha knows what you need, come to me.” he whispers so sweetly, it makes you so dam angry, and yet…..
You whimper and whine feeling that tickle grow into a much deeper feeling, as if a part of yourself refuses to listen to you, coming ever closer to the forefront of your mind, “Yes, there you are little one, come out, see me for what I am, i’m your king and mate, come to me darling.” he whispers, his body so caged around you, you can barely move.
When you lean over as much as you can and bite his wrist, all he does is hiss in pain before slapping his other hand over your mouth, the grip so tight, you can’t bite his hand and or do anything but take his actions, it makes you cry tears of anger and fury, even as you feel the want grow stronger and stronger.
Your muffled curse words fall on deaf ears as he seems to sense you are getting closer and closer to breaking, whether you want to or not, “I do this for us little omega, for my future bloodline and my clan, you will be mine, you will give me many little pups, and we will be happy, I just….have to show you, don’t I?”
You growl behind his hand before you’re screaming, his teeth buried into your mating gland, your throat hurts from how hard your screaming, but he pays you no mind, he keeps you there, on the forest floor, among the dirt and wet leaves, taking you for his own just like he said he would, your inner omega, standing right before you in your minds eye.
Watching her alpha with longing she didn’t know she had, you fight it, you try and fight the pull so strongly, you tire yourself out mentaly and physically, your screaming stops for only a moment, in that time you lay there, feeling the new bond try and latch onto you full force, like unbreakable chains.
It gives him the time he needs to seal your fate, he gets yours and his breeches down, his cock is sliding into you before you even notice what he’s done and then your screaming behind his hand yet again as he takes you, their on the forest floor, your inner omega watching as she kneels down in front of you in your minds eye.
She offers you no help, only wonder, want, and longing, you fight it, but her eyes grow angry as the alpha king takes you roughly, his teeth going back into your mating gland, the way your body lights up at him being all around you, you whimper and try biting his hand, but your inner omega has had enough.
When the alpha king removes his hand from around your mouth….
She reaches forward and touches your face, caressing it, when you feel the bond fully slide into place as his knot takes hold of your inner walls, you fight it, him and her, but now you are outnumbered and as he holds you there, spent and gleeful, possessive and content you hear words coming out of your mouth you never thought you would say, and in such a way too, all loving and needy, “My alpha, I need you.”
His contented hum as he holds you close, makes you purr and you hate how you make the sound, you try fighting it, fighting her, but she just makes you bend to her will and his, “My omega, such a good girl for me, you know your place.”
“Yes my alpha.” you sigh contently and Curtis licks his lips, licking over the new mating mark.
He knew he would beat you, it was only a matter of time.
Alpha’s always win in the end.
His eyes fly open one last time, as you bury your ax deeper into his throat. His last moments…he thought he had won.
Your omega had submitted, but here and now….it seems fate was cruel, and it was showing him what should have been, because as the life slowly leaves his eyes, his shock at being beaten by an omega….beating the alpha that dared to force a claim on her…
Her dark triumphant smile is the last thing he sees as he leaves this world.
And as she stares down at the alpha that dared to try and claim her, who tried to force her deep hidden omega side to take control of her, she stands, knowing that now she will have to flee, but she is content with what she has done.
And as far as her omega nature, she could get fucked.
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