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Verja - Protect, Defend

Each time she passed through Egremont, she imagined herself walking through the sweeping streets, full of vendors and shoppers. Her imagination had never conjured up that she would be in the company of a Viking. A Norse Alpha. Egremont would look different now, it would be seen with new eyes. She had felt so grown up passing it this last time, before she was captured. She was to go through her 3rd heat. Making her very much a woman. The contrast in her confidence as said woman was diminishing with every moment.
Her parents had not prepared her for the world, the real world. And she would pay dearly for it.
The fire crackled and popped, waking her from her day dream. The orange light was entrancing and almost lured her to sleep. If only her thoughts would stop.

"Get some sleep Mærr, ya frail body is not built for such a hard day's ride on top of a marr"

Spasms in her hips, brought on by the long days ride, as well as her repressed heat, ached right through her legs and back. Annoyingly, he wasn't wrong, she had never ridden a horse like that before. They still had a full day's ride to Egremont in the morning.

"I can take it"

"Hn."

"Egremont, it will have Saxon soldiers. You…"

"Rangr, the town was taken over by a small Norse crew some days ago."

"What? How…"

"Our scouts entered the town to sort out supplies for the wounded. There were…"

He visibly stopped himself, almost biting his tongue.

"There were… what?"

"You'll see, sjásk um" He mumbled. "Munu"

The fire's hot light illuminated his strong, sharp features. His eyes glared at her, void of emotion. She hated it. Even anger was better than peering at a blank face. Especially after witnessing such feral lust the day before. Arousal and pheromones had surrounded him that night also, in his tent. During his Rut. Eira had begged him to knot her, to bite her. Just as she did, with his heated, muscular form above her. It was strange to think of herself in that state now, after being subdued by the drugs. And having the time to think over her actions and feelings.

It was as if somebody else spoke for her. Never had she endured such a colossal force. This heat was different. Was it him? Or were the suppressants just becoming useless, like he said they would.

"Knútr, Alpha, please"

An unnerved breath forced its way out of her throat. Her heart quickened from the memories that consumed her. She could smell their lust again. Flicking a switch inside her, her body began shaking in anticipation. Slick threatening to spill out of her, to alert him of her thoughts and desires.

"Mærr…"

Too late.

Air pressure bounced and pulled as his body rose, the longer she was around him, the more his aura affected her. This time, her body sunk into a comfortable yearning. Accepting whatever he was bringing to her.
Stalking around the flames, slowly, so not to spook her. Rumbling his voice deep inside so it vibrated outwards toward her. The murmurs lit her face on fire, burning her cheeks red. The heat travelled from her face, to her neck. Slowly around to her back. Dipping down into her belly. Swinging back around to her pelvis and finally, with a gushing wave of pleasure into her core. Slick ran free and down her thighs, soaking her.
Immediately he began snarling at her.

"Take your Leynask, ya might alert other Alpha's in the area" He said, throwing an animal skin water pouch at her.


Horror was plastered firmly across her facial features, lips trembling. From the looks of her reaction, she had witnessed something similar by his pack in the small fishing village. Severed heads sat rotting at the town's entrance. They entered through the main gate, which was encompassed by a small ditch. They had recently fortified it, probably right before the Norse attacked. It was not enough.
Finally her stunned gaze head swung away, her eyes hiding in her lap.

"Œgis-hjálmr" He said.

Not looking up, she whimpered. "I don't care what your custom is for, its barbaric and savage"

"Stop acting so weak, this is Norse territory now" He snorted. "Gøra sik djarfan"

Tearing her head around to glare at him, her fear and pasty white face had dissolved. Making way for anger. "I'm not weak"

A twinge peaking in his chest, stopping his breath for a moment. "Tsk."

"What do you mean…. Gøra si..."

"Gøra sik djarfan" He said with an accent. "Show confidence, be bold"

Between his arms, her body sprung up with strong resolve. However, she was still slightly trembling.

"That's right Mærr, even if you don't feel it"

The horse led them through the root-like road system, into the center of the town. Where a tall kirkja stood. A church the Saxon called it. Coming to a stop just on the outskirts of the marketplace, he jumped off the horse, securing it to a drinking station.
The mix of exotic smells and sounds hung low in the air. Being a town close to a port, the marketplace attracted a thriving merchant trade from all over. The little omega followed behind him dutifully. Holding her head higher than normal, taking his warning seriously. Even though the townspeople scowled. Townspeople who were obviously not accustomed to seeing a Norse warrior and a small Saxon woman together. Still she kept her tenacity, never looking any of them in the eye.

"Where will we find these suppressants?" He asked her.

"Up a head, toward the center of town."

"Not a word, other than about the suppressants. I have no hesitations 'bout slitting the cunts throat. Do ya hear me?"

"Yes Alpha"

Slowing down his pace, he allowed her to pass him. Taking the lead, she did not look back, or falter. Walking behind her allowed a small trace of pheromones to drift his way, wild berries. He reluctantly allowed them in. Swirling them inside his lung before exhaling. Stimulating every part of his body. Yes, for now it was acceptable. His body was on high alert, protectiveness crept in like a disease, poisoning his blood. If anyone was to make a move, his body would instinctively react.
Yes, this was the perfect amount of intoxicating. Anymore and he may fall to rut again. Which he may not be able to stop this time.

"Right here" She motioned, walking into the small store.

He reached above her, helping her to move the heavy wooden door. As they crossed the threshold, an elderly man appeared.

"Welcome, how may I assist you today" He said warmly.

"We are after some herbs for my… condition"

The elder looked between them both, his body tensed as recognition washed over him. Was it her he recognised, or was it his Alpha Norse presence?

"Yes my lady, I understand"

He understands? Katsuki's eyes darted to the small Omega. Was she hiding something? She did lead him here after all. Growling, just loud enough for her to hear, he slipped his hand around her arm and squeezed for good measure.

"Tæla Mærr" He warned simply, so she would understand.

Her body did not move, nor was it shaking. Completely seedy in her stance, all that moved was her mouth. "I have been taking the Shadow Cress derivative"

He loosened his grip, maybe he had reacted too harshly. His quick little outburst made the shopkeeper tense, which was favourable. Stalking around from behind her, he purposefully locked eyes with the older man. Warning him with their glare.

"Ah, yes my… My lady, that is why you are here. They… They have stopped working?"

Bringing his hand down, he bared his teeth. "How d'ya know that veslingr!"

"Kind sir, this is the plant's side effect. The body becomes accustomed to it…" He whimpered, holding his hands up.

"Ljúga!"

"I don't understand…"

"Ya lyin to me!"

"No, no, it's the truth. The lady needs to change suppressants each… cycle, or she will become accustomed"

It rang true, given the past few days.

"Do you have other suppressants?" Ochako asked.

"Yes my lady, they are…"

Katsuki snarled at him. "Are what?"

"Please! Don't hurt me, I'm here to help you!"

"Make sure the next words outta ya mouth are the truth. Or I'll gut ya like a pig"

"Please, my lady… These suppressants will not work the same, the transition may induce a mild fever, and other symptoms. But the symptoms won't persist past the second dose. They should be a better option for the time being, better than what you are currently using"

"Thank you, I will take them." She said, nodding to him.

Scampering out the back, he knocked items off the counter as he went. Over the bustling in the back of the tiny shop, He turned to the Saxon. Watching her carefully.

"He best not fuck us over!"

"Alpha, I think you have sufficiently scared him into submission"

He scoffed and banged his fists hard onto the old oak counter. Provoking a squeal from the old Saxon veslingr.


Strong spiced aroma filled his surroundings. Alerting him and waking him from his slumber, it stunk so fucking much. More than the first lot of suppressants. Pissed off he threw the fur blankets off of himself and scouted the area. The sun was beginning to warm the sky, creating a dull glow on the horizon. Had she begun to take her second dose?
Moving over past the fire, her body exposed, only a thin slip remained. Drenched in her own sweet and..

"Oh fuck" He groaned.

He couldn't bear to look away, her body rose with her laboured breaths, her hips rolling as the fever rocked her body. Her thighs were drenched in her slick. The smell, Tivar, the smell.
On his feet before he could muster a second thought. His body moved on its own, suddenly he was on her. Hands gripping her ankles and spreading her. Inside his pants, his cock twinged and pushed at the material at the sight of her presented for him. Demanding to be unleashed on her, his shaft throbbed tight.

"Fuck"

Closer now, her pheromones invaded him, replacing the oxygen and making his head cloud and fog of all rational thought. His rut took over him.
Eyes dashed to her neck. Her scent glands were flushed, they had risen high from her skin. Protruding and pleading to be bitten. He had been right, the fucking Saxon veslingr. Her symptoms had gotten much worse, but he didn't care. Not this time. He held onto his will power by a thread, it was all he could manage not to smash his hard cock straight into her. Knotting her soon after. He diverted his attention to the junction between her legs. Tight pink folds spread open for him. Her cunt was soaking wet from her slick. Primed and ready for him. No, he would enjoy this, slowly.
Another wave crashed over him, her scent the strongest he had witnessed to date. Moaning hard above her, he managed to stir her from her fevered sleep.

"Alpha?"

Moans as pretty and obedient as she was beneath him. Her amber eyes looking up at him, pleading with him, her cheeks bright red with desire.

"My little omega"

He moved between her legs and brought his face down, nuzzling into her neck. She wrapped her arms eagerly around his neck, cooing into his ear. He licked and sucked at her enlarged glands, rubbing his own against hers, mixing their scents together. She squealed out in pleasure, trying with all her might to bring him closer to her.

"Please my Alpha, please…"

"Rœða, tell me what ya want kitten"

Moaning violently, she let go of his neck and grabbed at her slip, pulling it up above her waist and exposing her full breasts. Drinking in her form he snarled at her, rather than slinking away from him at his display, she tried to pull herself ever closer. He felt a tug at his wrist, her hand was wrapped around his skin. Allowing her to pull, she brought his scent gland to her lips. Delicately she licked at him, purring while she lapped up his pheromones.

"I want you to fill me up Alpha, breed me" She said, looking up from his wrist.

Guttural groans erupted inside him, he slipped his hand down to her thigh and traced up slowly. Making her skin jump and spasm. He wet two fingers in her slick, and trailed them up her saturated folds, paying special attention to her growing bud as he made circles around it. Bucking hard against him, she urged him inside her.

"Ya are so vátr for me kitten, such a good little Omega"

Cooing at his praise, her hips continued to roll against him as her arms returned to his neck.

"Please, I need you inside me"

Immediately at the conclusion of her words, he pushed his soaked fingers inside her tight walls, pushing in against her puffy core. Kneading his fingers, her walls tightened around him like a vice.

"I want your cock, breiða me, I want your cock to stretch me"

"Need ya Alpha, don't ya?"

"Yes, God yes"

Hearing her call out for her God, made the beast in him break free. Depravity coming from her mouth was so fucking consuming. He pulled his fingers from her warm wet core and he began licking and sucking at them. Tasting her delicious cunt.

"Please, Knútr, knot me"

Grabbing at his pants, he shifted them down. Freeing his hard dick. Grasping his length in his hand, he stroked his shaft downwards. Soft mewing from the Omega beneath him only made more pre-cum spill from his tip.
Her little fingers reached down, wrapping over his hand. He removed them, allowing her to take over. Throbbing ruptured through him, it was almost painful how turned on he was. A rut had never been this intense before, this consuming. He fell into it, head first. Giving in entirely.
With both hands, she pumped him hungrily as he nipped at her scent glands. Exposing more pheromones into the air he began licking her neck again, harder this time. Trying to slurp up all of the oils dripping from her.

"Kitten, ya smell so fucking good"

Her hands pumped harder, squeezing tighter.

"Þykkja gaman at gnaga ér Kitten"

He could tell, she did not directly understand his words describing how badly he wanted to gnaw at her, to claim her, but her body did. Her hips ground hard into him, rolling in time as he pumped into her hands. Begging him for more. He hands lined up his cock as she tried to push her tight opening over his tip.
Katsuki growled loudly at her, grabbing both her wrists, raising them above her head and pinning her to the ground below him.

"Láta!" He growled.

The wriggling beneath him stopped, she hungrily gazed at him directly with hooded eyes for the first time. Her desire expressed perfectly for him to devour..

"Good kitten" He groaned, rubbing his shaft against her swollen folds. Her slick covering his cock and making the most delicious sounds as their wet skin slid across each other. She began to protest, wanting him to enter her, to fill her up.

Burying his head into the nape of her neck again, he pressed his tongue hard against her scent gland. Intoxicated by her taste and scent his body swam in such pleasure. He indulged his rut, allowing himself to be taken over against his better judgement. She was a drug, a dangerous one. One that made him forget everything else.

"Bíta" She moaned. "Please Alpha, Bíta, destroy me"

A powerful, cold realisation hit him in the face first. Bringing him back to reality, back into his body. It ached with a need to knot her, to destroy her. But his cold hard clarity returned. If only for a moment. And it was enough.
Pulling himself off her, ceasing all contact she wailed out for him.

"No, Alpha please!"

Violently, he shook his head, grabbing at the ground and pounding it with his tightly clenched fist. Trying to vent his Alpha instincts out in rage.

"Get down to the stream Mærr, stjórna!"


This time, the ride was excruciating for him. His cock pounded in pain, demanding to knot the Omega he tasted furiously last night. The intensity of his need for her scared him. Why did she taste so fucking good?

Startled, the horse began pulling back on the reins, neighing in fear. His eyes scanned the surrounding woods. Strong, sensitive hearing picked up snapping of twigs and branches. Involuntarily, he reached for the Omega, wrapping her tightly in his arms. His protective instincts activated instantly.

Ten Saxon Soldiers appeared from behind the wet, soaking trees, armed and ready to kill.