The silence in the wrecked room was broken only by Kaelen's ragged, hitching sobs. Sera's question, "Who are you?" hung in the air, a lifeline thrown into a churning sea of agony.
Kaelen didn't couldn't answer. Her body was a prison of conflicting sensations, the System's punitive Rut a fire in her veins. Sera's eyes darted around, taking in the scene properly for the first time. The scattered vials of suppressants. An amount that was reckless, dangerous. What had she been trying to do?
"Wait," Sera said, her voice softening from its shocked whisper into something more practical. "Let me get you some water first."
She returned moments later with a glass. Kaelen's trembling hand reached for it, her movements jerky and uncoordinated. She tried to drink, gulping frantically, but choked, water splashing down her chin onto her already drenched shirt.
"Slow down," Sera urged, her Omega instincts to comfort and care overriding her shock. "Are you okay?"
Kaelen shook her head violently, tears still streaming. "I...I...I.....m..n..not..." she managed to force out between gasps, her voice cracking with a pain that was far more than physical.
"Okay, okay," Sera soothed, kneeling closer. "You don't have to say anything. But first... who are you?" The question was gentler this time, not a demand, but a plea for understanding.
The moment the words left Sera's lips, Kaelen seized up, a fresh wave of invisible agony wrenching a cry from her throat.
SYSTEM WARNING: User is not permitted to reveal origin. Penalty escalated.
"I can't!" Kaelen wailed, curling in on herself again. "I can't! I hate this! Please stay away! I don't know this body! I don't know what to do with it!" The confession was a torrent of self-loathing and existential dread. She was a stranger to herself, disgusted by her own skin.
Sera watched, her heart breaking for the raw terror in the other woman's voice. The puzzle was complete. The answer was impossible, but it was the only one that fit. This wasn't her enemy.
"Do you need help?" Sera asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "You seem to be in... a Rut. I can help you." It was an offer that would have been unthinkable mere hours ago.
Kaelen shook her head again, a frantic, hopeless motion. "Noooo... I don't know... no, I don't know..." she whimpered. "I'm sorry... forgive me..." She was apologizing for her own existence, for the body she was trapped in.
"Shush," Sera murmured, moving closer still. Her own pulse was beginning to race, the intense, brandy-peach scent of Kaelen's distress starting to affect her, weaving through her senses. "Let me help you. As you helped me before. It's just going to be a touch."
Her gaze, drawn downward, noticed the distinct bulge straining against the wet fabric of Kaelen's pajama pants. The physical evidence of the Rut was undeniable. Her guess was confirmed.
Kaelen followed her gaze and let out a sound of pure mortification, covering her face with her hands. "Are you sure? But it's dirty... I'm sorry, I don't know this body..."
"It's okay," Sera said, her voice surprisingly steady. "Just let me." With a tenderness that felt both alien and instinctive, she gently hooked her fingers into the waistband of Kaelen's pants and pulled them down.
There, she saw it. The anatomy of an Alpha in peak Rut, her a pink Clixis, erect length that stood proud against a pale thigh. As Sara exposed her, the pheromones in the room seemed to shift, the acrid edge of pain softening, leaving behind the deeply alluring, intoxicating core scent of ripe peaches and fine brandy. It was a scent of pure, unadulterated need, and it called to Sera's Omega nature on a primal level.
AUTHORS NOTE: ( I really don't know what to call a female alpha's ya know so yes it's just a cl*t that grows big that yes D*ck or whatever I'm sorry but please do me a favor and work thy imagination T-T )
Tentatively, Sera reached out and wrapped her fingers around the heated flesh. Kaelen jolted at the contact, a sharp gasp escaping her followed by a low, smooth groan that was entirely unlike her previous cries of pain. She kept her face hidden behind her palms, her entire body trembling for a new reason.
Sera began to move her hand, a slow, experimental stroke up and down. The skin was silken and hot. Kaelen's hips gave a tiny, involuntary jerk.
"Do you feel better?" Sera asked softly, continuing her rhythm, her touch growing more confident.
From behind her hands, Kaelen gave a silent, jerky nod. Another moan, this one softer, more pleasured, escaped her. The terrible tension in her body was slowly, gradually, beginning to uncoil.
Sera watched, captivated by the contrast. This powerful, terrifying Alpha was reduced to a writhing, moaning, desperately flustered mess under her touch. It was surreal. It was…..cute. And she couldn't help but notice that despite the emotional turmoil, Kaelen was….well-maintained. The thought was inappropriate, a jarringly clinical observation in the midst of such intimacy, and she quickly blamed it on her own Dominant Omega biology responding to the powerful Rut pheromones.
She felt a flush of heat herself, explicit ideas flickering at the edges of her mind thoughts of doing more, of taking more. But she shut them down firmly. That would be an assault. This was about help. About relief.
"Ca...ca.....caan you do it faster?" Kaelen's voice was a breathy, embarrassed whisper from behind her hands.
"Okay," Sera agreed, her own breath catching. She quickened her pace, her strokes becoming firmer, more purposeful.
It didn't take long. The build-up, fueled by the System's punishment and the biological imperative of the Rut, was too intense. Kaelen's body went rigid, her back arching off the floor as a choked cry was torn from her throat. Release washed over her, a powerful, shuddering climax that left her spent and panting.
As the tremors subsided, the first thing she did was whisper, "I'm sorry... I made you dirty."
Sera withdrew her hand, looking at the evidence of the other woman's release. "No," she said, her voice gentle. "It's okay. You can lay on the bed now. I'll wash my hands."
She helped a boneless, exhausted Kaelen onto the messy bed before retreating to the ensuite bathroom. As the water ran over her hands, washing away the physical proof of what had just happened, she caught the scent on her skin that potent, alluring mix of peach and brandy. She stared at her hand for a moment longer than necessary, the scent triggering a deep, instinctual pull within her.
She shook her head sharply, dispelling the thought, and scrubbed her hands clean. The immediate crisis was over. She had a child to feed. Leaving Kaelen to sleep off the exhaustion, Sera stepped out of the room, closing the door softly behind her, the world outside forever changed.