"Forgive me, m'lady, but it doesn't feel right to leave you here, especially alone." Leopold stands next to Ferdinand, looking at you with a skeptical eye. The two imposing knights have stayed for the better part of a week in an attempt to convince you to accompany them. You've known Leopold for years, he's not much older than you, and he was part of your father's detail for several year up until his death. He's concerned and you can't blame him really, you suspect he's only partially worried about your well being and more focused on the consequences when he returns to France sans the princess he was instructed to collect.

"One of us could stay behind to ensure you're looked after." Ferdinand offers. "King Philip will not be happy if he finds out we've left you here to live in this…" He struggles to find a term for Sam's cottage that won't be insulting

"My brother doesn't need to know the details of my lodging. Just tell him I am happy and content where I am and give him this." You thrust a letter in front of you, holding it with two hands. You've done your best to explain the your reasons for staying while purposely keeping your correspondence vague. If you were to explain that you're in love with a dirt poor forrester and still unclaimed you suspect he'd only send a second regiment to collect you, possibly by force. You simply outline that, while you initially fled with the hope of returning home, you've found yourself quite in love with a man and have made a new life for yourself in the Scottish countryside. Philip can surmise what he likes from the rest. "Have a safe journey back and bring my family all my love."

They look to each other before finally taking their leave and you watch as the link to your old life fades into the distance and the two forms disappear over the horizon.

The wait for Sam to return feels like a lifetime. You fill the days completing the day to day tasks that come easier the more you do them. You feed the chickens and milk the cow, in addition to what seems like a hundred other chose that Sam does on a daily basis. It's imaginable how hard he works, your muscle ache after just one day of hauling water and feed.

Sam is gone longer than you expected. The days turns into a week and you find that you miss him a very physical sense. You're heart aches at the thought of his confession of love. If someone would have told you a year prior that you'd be in love with a dirt poor forrester you would have dismissed the idea without a second thought. But things change, and Sam's life doesn't feel like that of peasant, or at least what you previously imagined. This existence doesn't seem lacking in any way. If anything it's the opposite, his home is rich with love and affection and hard work - the things that truly matter in the real world.

You're filling the water bucket at the edge of the stream when you feel it. It's a faint, long forgotten twitch from where deep inside, pulling just inside your belly button. It's just one lone pain and then it's gone and you don't think much of it.

That is until it returns.

You're tucked into bed, just on the edge of sleep when the dull ache springs to life. At first you convince yourself it's from the manual labor. You're not used to hauling water and feed, and it's only natural for you to be sore. But an hour later when a familiar throb beats to life between your legs you know full well what's happening.

You're in heat.

Sam's still a hundred paces from the cottage when he smells you. It's a thick, heady scent hanging in the air that makes his balls tight. There's no question it's your scent and that you're in heat. Whatever kept your Omega at bay must have resolved itself because he can practically taste your pussy from the barn.

When he opens the cottage door he's met with a rush of your delicious aroma accompanied by the faint sound of you moaning softly. The only light is a warm glow coming from the bed-loft. He only steps up two rungs before he's met with the sight of you writhing on your back, nude on the soft fur. The scene before him is sure to be the true test of his self control, because he's never seen anything as enticing as the sight of you naked and the smell of your body calling his.

You're wet, thighs glistening in the shallow light as your slender legs squirm uncontrollably. One thing is clear, you're in agony. He's not sure how long you've been like this, but enough time has passed that you long ago gave up on the idea of self pleasure and are now the throws of spine-curling pain.

"Sam," you says his name without opening your eyes. You don't need to see to sense his presence; you can smell him, feel him right down to your bones. You feel confused, unsure if he's really there or this is just a hallucination, a product of your unabated heat.

"I'm here," he rumbles, climbing on all fours onto the bed and over you.

"Alpha," you breathe, reaching out to pull him down to you. There's nothing like the sound of that word coming out of your mouth with such desperation. Sam allows you to pull him in, his mouth covering yours, his lips pressing hard into yours as your tongue curls past his lips and into his mouth. He tastes salty and wonderful as you gasp against him, balling the material of his shirt into your small fists. "This hurts."

"I know," he hushes, stroking hair away from your sodden forehead. "I'm here now."

Sam grabs your hands, pulling them above your head and holding them taught. You whine into his mouth, rolling your hips again as the slick of your wet pussy rubs against his trousers. His cock is painfully hard and he ruts forward, relieving the pressure, if only for a moment.

Sam wants nothing more than to turn you over and fuck you until you come with his thick knot inside your cunt and his teeth in your neck. Had the two you had the opportunity to clarify what you want from him he wouldn't hesitate. But this woman under him, the woman urgently humping up into his crotch like her life depends on it, isn't capable of giving him what he wants. He won't claim you, not tonight anyway.

"I need you," you mumble against his lips, tugging on your arms when they're pinned above you. "Please Sam, please."

"Fuck's sake," Sam groans, between kisses, your mouth and body getting more frantic by the moment. He pulls away and the cry you let out hits him right in the stomach. "Don't worry, I'm going to make you feel better."

He whips his shirts over his head, then shimmies out of his trousers so that he's just as naked as you are. On his knees he fists his bobbing cock before crawling back over you. He settles between yours thighs, letting you take the heavy weight of his body. You moan, arching up into him, pressing you chest into his, the feeling of his skin on yours sends unbelievable pleasure through both of you.

"Take me," you beg clawing at his back. Your hips stutter upward, begging to meet his as your pussy slides along his cock until the swollen head of his dick catches between your folds.

"Shhh," he hushes, pulling your arms away from his shoulder before sliding downward. Your fingers curl into his hair, tugging on his scalp and he sucks one of your hard nipples into his mouth. The noise you make is otherworldly and he reaches down between your legs as his thumbs find yours clit. You're already wet, slick on your thighs and the fur beneath you, so the pad of his finger easily slides back and forth across the bundle of nerves.

"Sam," you hiss, head thrashing to the side as his touch intensifies.

His cock is trapped, pressed between the hard muscle of his stomach and your hip, grinding downward as he leaks arousal. If he had any less restraint he'd fuck his pups into your belly before you had the chance to blink.

His mouth trails down your abdomen with a scrap of his teeth as you roll your hips upward, desperate for something more and he gives it to you by sealing his mouth over your clit with a wet, desperate sound. You buck upward, crying out as one hand tugs on his hair and the other reaches out, clutching his discard shirt.

You taste salty on his tongue, slick and delicious just as he imagined you would. With every flick of his tongue under the hood of your clit you shove yourself toward him, groaning and twisting his hair in your hand until his scalp burns.

You come quickly the first time, crying out to him and legs stiffening but Sam doesn't stop. His stimulation just moves down, sliding over the lips of your pussy, before shoving his tongue into your drenched hole. Your thighs lock around his head and he just grunts in response, pressing his whole face into your cunt, his nose just under your clit. You thrash when he moves his head side to side, growling and fucking you with his tongue while smothered between your legs.

He couldn't hold you still if he wanted to at this point, you're shoving your entire body toward his mouth, chanting Alpha, Alpha, as if your repetition of the words ensures he won't stop.

With a mouthful of your snatch, he strokes his cock with one and and swipes his finger through the wetness of your folds. His reach is long enough to shove his sullied fingers into your mouth, pressing two over you tongue as you suck, cheeks hollowing when you taste yourself.

You come again with his fingers pressed into the back of your tongue, wiggling toward the back of your throat as you clench and tug at the fingers inside your cunt, and his tongue still lapping without pause over your little bud.

It's too much. It's been years since anyone made you feel anything close to this amount of pleasure and reaching your peak again and again leaves you lifeless and spent, as you shake from the force of your climax. Clenching your thighs together you pull at his shoulders, making it clear that you can't take anymore of his mouth or his fingers, at least not tonight. You're raw and wet and glowing from efforts as his gets to his knees.

Fisting his cock he strokes himself faster and faster, bottom lip caught under white teeth. You watch as he comes shooting over you belly and breasts until you're covered in his warm seed and he's panting with his cock in his hand.

Seemingly satisfied he lays down beside you, pulling you to his chest. He seems unphased by your slick skin, the wetness of his seed painting his chest as you lay over his, nuzzling, tired and happy, into the crook of his neck.

"I feel I could sleep for a week." You sigh, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of his arms cradling you to him. "It felt like forever, waiting for you to return. I could not find peaceful rest without you here."

"I am here now." He sighs, a wonderful content sound that relaxes every inch of your body against his. "And I have no plans to leave you again any time soon."

You fall asleep with the muted sound of Sam's heart thumping strong and constant below your cheek.

You wake up before the sun has crested over the horizon. There's a soft glow from the fire below, still burning from Sam's efforts. There's a twinge between your legs. While you were sated enough to fall asleep, you suspect it was more exhaustion than satisfaction that allowed you to rest. It's been four years since your last cycle and impossible to know what the future will hold but right now you're still in heat, its ebb and flow controlling every inch of your body.

Rolling your neck you work out a few kinks before turning to the large body sleeping sound beside you. Sam's on his back, on hand on the blanket at his waist. You watch his naked chest rise and fall slowly, admiring his body, free of any audience. His arms are strong and thick and you shudder as you remember what they felt like holding you down as you came on his mouth the night before.

In an effort to reward him for his generous efforts between you legs, you reach over, gently pulling the blanket away from his torso. His cock is warm and soft, laying against his thigh and you delight in thought of being the one to bring it to life. You check to ensure he's still sleeping inch your way down this until you're on your side with his manhood inches from your faces.

If there's one thing you're both good at and well versed in, it's this. You're a skilled lover and while you might be a bit out of practice, it doesn't stop you from polishing your talents.

Urged on by the growing ache between your legs you lean in, nestling your nose into the baby soft skin of his balls and press a kiss to his thigh. He makes a small sound, but when you check his eyes are closed. With one hand you cup his sack and use the other to grasps his cock and bring it your to your mouth. You suck him softly, just enough to get the reaction you're looking for. He's not yet awake but his manhood stiffens with each sweep of your tongue until he's thick and erect like the night before.

You move onto your hands and knees, bending down to bob on his length as your fingers stroke him and your tongue laps the little v under the head of his cock. It's when you take him fully into you mouth, letting him tap the back of your throat that he groans. There's a hand in your hair, fingers tugging as he grunts louder this time and you swallow him whole, taking him into your throat until your eyes water.

You come off him with a wet smack, wiping spit from your lips as you look up and find him staring down at you. His eyes narrow, darting from your mouth down to his shiny cock standing at attention.

"Good morning." You grin, moving back to take him into you mouth. He stops you, one hand in your hair, the other cupping your cheek.

"You don't have to do that." His tone is soft and sweet. He truly is full of surprises.

"Are you not enjoying it?" You inquire, sliding your thumb under the sensitive head of his prick.

"I am." He grunts. "But I don't want you to feel that I expect anything from you-"

"Samuel," you cut him off. "Stop talking. I want to taste you."

He chuckles, his laughs stopping short as you take him yet again. "As you wish…"

You suck and stroke him with your tongue and mouth, enjoying the strained noises he makes in returns. But your mouth soon proves to be too much and he reaches down, grabbing your arms and pulling you off his cock.

"You'll finish me too soon like that and I have no intention of being done." He speaks casually as he hauls you up his body, clearly enjoying his view as you straddle his waist.

"I hope you intend to finish what you started last night." You rolls your hips, sliding downward until your sex finds his cock.

"You look disappointed." He observes, his frown dissolves as his mouth falls open in pleasure.

"I am," you whisper, rubbing your cunt over his cock, letting him slide between your wet folds, base to tip before rocking back again. "Why didn't you claim me? You could have easily...didn't even...fuck me."

You whisper the word fuck, bold enough to say it to him but still unsure because of how unnatural it sounds when you say it.

A smile pulls at the corner of his lips, he could get used to such vulgar profanity out of your sweet mouth. Sam lays back, enjoying the view of you sitting on him. He reaches forward, spreading a hand over your stomach and rubbing his thumb over your clit. You groan as he rubs in small circles, your head tipping to the side as you bite your lower lip. As a reward you slide along his prick again.

"Don't be upset with me." Sam places his free hand at your hip. "I could have asked you to roll in mud and hop on one leg for me last night and you would have done it. You were so desperate for relief you would have fucked anything that crawled between your legs. I didn't want you like that, not the first time. I want you like this."

"Good answer," you lean down to kiss him, sliding your tongue along his lower lip before sealing your mouth to his.

"But this morning you seem to be of sound mind and body. I have no qualms about taking advantage of you now." He grins, his eyes sweeping across your breasts and down further as you slide over his cock.

"I won't protest."

"I'll make you mine, Princess, if it's what you want." It's the first time he's ever used the moniker with affection. Pure joy shoots from your heart to your head and you laugh from the aniticipation.

"I want it, more than anything."

"Say it, tell me." He insists.

"I want to be yours." You confess feeling a heat rising to your cheeks.

"If I were to put my pups in your belly and watch you grow with my child, would you want that as well?" His words make you clench, empty cunt tightening at the thought of bearing his children.

"Yes but…" you hesitate, hips coming to stop. "I'm not as young as I once was… and I did try before."

"You're plenty young." Sam spreads a hand across your stomach, "You'll give me a child, I'll make sure of it."

Reaching behind you he slides both hands under your buttocks and lifts you with a flex of his biceps. You reach between your bodies, grasping his cock, just enough to catch the head between your lips and then he lets go and you sink onto his length until your clit of flush with his pubic hair. He's big and thick, certainly larger than any man you've been with and it's a glorious stretch that forces you to concentrate as he nudges deep inside.

Sam makes a noise, the likes of which you've never heard before, a low growl of approval that spurs you into action. Using your thighs you lift yourself up, nearly letting him slip out before sinking back down. Sam grunts, bothing hands clasp your hips to make sure you don't stop moving.

"Have you ever taken an Alpha knot before?" He asks. The very thought of him knotting you makes you squeeze around his prick..

"No," you moan, shaking your head adamantly. You can only imagine what it feels like when he claims you, stretched beyond reason.

"My blushing virgin," he chuckles, his smile fading into lust when you rock your hips with more ferver, riding him at a pace just fast enough to quell the fire in your belly. Sam sits up with you in his lap, holding you close, his chest pressing against your breasts as your nipples drag across his sparse chest hair. His cock feels hard and thick as you move with him inside you, his lips sucking at the skin of your shoulder. Moving to peck at your breasts, his teeth scrap softly along the swell of your bossom as he cups one of your breasts in his hand. His lips are still on your skin as he looks up to you, speaking softly. "Shall I make you my wife as well?"

You heart nearly stops at his suggestion and you kiss him before responding, tangling your fingers into his hair, using the force of your grip to bring his mouth to yours. "I should like nothing more."

He kisses you deep and strong, his tongue darting past your lips and you wrap your arms around him, holding him close. When he pulls away from you he cups his hands under yours buttocks once again and lifts you off his cock in a single, swift motion. You lay back, spreading your legs, but he taps at your side, leaning forward to kiss your forehead before giving further instruction.

"Roll over." His voice is soft and but the words seem powerful, sending a pang of application through your entire body. You look at him, blinking and a bit overwhelmed before rolling onto your belly. His finger curls around your hips, pulling your backside into the air. "On and your hands and knees."

You assume the position feeling rather prone, but any flicker of hesitation leaves when you feel him settle between you legs. The blunt head of his prick presses between the folds of your sex, Sam surges into you from behind until his hips are pressed into your backside and the whole world stops for a moment. He stays flush inside as you try to stifle the string of moaning babble that falls from your mouth. He's deeper like this, deep and thick inside where you're tight and wet. With a satisfied grunt, he pulls back and shoves forward, thrusting with a long powerful stroke that you make you see stars.

"Is this too much?" Sam stills as his fingers dig into your flesh.

"No," you sputter, reaching behind you, trying to anchor yourself to something. "Please don't stop."

He doesn't say anything, just pumps his hips forward again and again, fucking with the entire length of his hard cock. After the first few minutes your body adjusts and you're able to get your wits about you, moving with him, rocking steady with his increasing rhythm. The pleasure from him being inside you is more than you thought was possible, he's thick and stiff moving into you again and again but it's more than just that. You love him completely and the idea that a man who you care this deeply for can also make you feel this pleasured feels too good to be true.

Sam's grunts and groans are increasing in volume, as is the sound of his skin smacking against your backside. He doesn't have to tell you what's happening because you can feel his knot swelling until he has to really work to get it in you with a final thrust that lodges him securely inside. It doesn't exactly hurt but it's uncomfortable, an expanding pressure stretching the walls of your cunt to the absolute limit until he's spurting hot and sticky, offering a new grunt with each of pulse of his cock as he fills you with his seed until it's leaking from around where your bodies are joined and coating your thighs.

It's when he curls over your back and his knot tugs inside your clutching pussy that you come. His chest presses against your shoulders as your orgasms explodes, tearing through your body as you sob with pleasure, writhing under the weight of him. Still in the throws of ecstasy you feel his teeth at the bend of your neck, clamping down and then sinking deeper as he tears into the tender flesh.

This part does hurt. You squeal, lurching forward, the pain slightly tempered by pleasure, but not enough to overshadow the sharp burn of his teeth breaking the skin and blood pouring from the wound as his mouth seals over it. Collapsing onto your stomach, Sam's weight falls onto you, pinning you under him.

"Sam," you howl, flailing beneath him as he holds you in place, his tongue lapping over the broken flesh. You don't want the tears to fall, you want to be strong and find a way to appreciate this moment because he's just claimed you, made you his with this bite - but you weren't prepared for the agony of it and fat tear slide down your cheeks.

'Don't cry my love." He nuzzles into the side of your face, both arms framing your shoulders. " I know it hurts but it's only this one time and it's done now."

"I'm sorry," you sputter, choking back tears.

"Don't think about the pain." He kisses your shoulder, then your neck, his mouth reaching its final destination at the shell of your ear. One hand slides under your belly, finger brushing over your clit and down to where his cock is firmly tucked inside your body. "Concentrate on how you feel here."

You close your eyes, focusing on his touch as he glides over your little bundle of nerves, coaxing out enough pleasure to help you momentarily forget about his bite.

"You can come one more time for me?" He inquires, voice low and even.

"I think so." Shuttering, you rock slowly under him, his cock tugging inside your cunt as you undulate to the rhythm of his hand. It doesn't take long, you reach your peak with Sam inside and around you, every inch of your being connected to his as you gasp and writhe until you find it impossible to take anymore.

Sam pulls you with him onto his side, careful of his knot where it's locked inside you. He's able to pull out after a few minutes and instead of falling back to sleep you fight exhaustion and turn in his arms to face him.

The two of you lie in silence for what feels like a lifetime, staring at each other in a lovesick haze. His hands are everywhere, trailing up your back and cupping your face. You kiss him soft and slow, enjoying this moment when everything is new and seemingly perfect.

How different your life will be from here. What a strange series of events lead you to this moment… and neither of you would change a thing, because fate's given you both a second chance at love and you're ready to embrace it.

"Does it still hurt?" Sam inquires, his hand swinging out to grab yours as you walk side by side. The afternoon is warm and you're happy to be out of bed for the first time in two days. Sam kept you well satisfied until your heat broke and even then took more pleasure for himself, much to your encouragement.

"Your bite?" You confirm his question, raising a hand to your neck as you turn to look up at him. "A bit I suppose, but it's not altogether unpleasant. It's a nice...reminder."

A familiar red flushes your cheeks, you can't stop blushing as your mind replays the events of the previous two days. It's amazing how confident you feel naked in his bed, what a contrast to the embarrassment you feel as he looks at you now.

"You're blushing, Princess." Sam chides, pulling you to him where you find yourself tucked under his arm.

"Am not," you refute softly, leaning into him, arms wrapping around his waist.

"So, tell me, where do we go from here? Do you plan on learning to cook and clean as a wife should?" You don't even have to look at him to know he's laughing, you can feel this body shaking in amusement.

"Be careful of your words. I might just make another stew that you'll be obligated to eat."

"I take it back." He chuckles, tightening his grip around your shoulders. "I want you to know that I'll always take care of you, protect you. Always."

"Well," you look up at him, placing a hand on his chest. "I promise to love and take care of you. Always."

"What a good match." He utters, leaning down to kiss you.

And this is truly where your story begins, the first moments of a lifelong love that's worthy of a fairy tale.