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Warlord's Spoils

Anonymous

Chapter 5

Summary:

Peter fucked up and it nearly cost Derek his mate and his status. A proper punishment is in order.

Notes:

Another chapter of filth... And a really big horse.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Derek snarled softly and paced in front of his throne. He was furious. His mate had been rape by another wolf, nearly knotted, and traumatized. While he had arrived in time, albeit barely, it did not quell the fury that burned hotter than fire, that filled him as thoroughly as the blood in his veins. Vengeance was the only cure, retribution and wrath rained on the guilty party until they begged and cried and, perhaps, died.

 

The door of the long house opened and the elders of the village filed in as witnesses. Peter came last, head bowed and wrists bound.

 

Derek’s lip curled, his teeth sharp. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

 

“I am sorry, my King,” the beta said, his voice carrying clearly. “I have failed you and your mate nearly paid the price.”

 

“Yes.” The word hissed between his fangs. The Argent wolf had been in their village to negotiate a truce, at Derek’s invitation. It was a common practice, one that worked well if the negotiator refused to agree to Derek’s terms. Because he could stab them if their arguments wearied him. It was Peter’s duty to guard against any subterfuge, to listen and plan, to stand in the way of a backhanded knife. It was Peter’s duty to protect Derek and his mate.

 

And the beta had failed.

 

“You deserve death,” Derek said.

 

“Yes, Alpha,” Peter agreed, tilting his head to bare his neck. “I am your loyal servant, I only request you make it quick.”

 

A soft gasp made Derek turn. His mate was curled on his throne, wrapped in so many furs only his wide eyes and pert nose were visible. He’d kept the boy close every since the attack, loathe to be out of touching distance, let alone out of sight. The little thing had been more willing as well, less flighty, and altogether terrified to be tied down. It was an interesting change and one Derek enjoyed testing, he never grew tired of the expressions his mate made or the tears that could paint his cheeks so prettily. His fondness for the boy was far stronger than he would have expected it to be. Originally he’d simply been a means to procreating, a hole to be bred to continue Derek’s line. But he had become much more. And Derek had Peter to owe for that because the beta was the one who brought him the beautiful boy in the first place. Peter had seen fit to separate the little prince from the other prisoners and present him as a gift.

 

Derek owed him for his mate. And that was the only reason he did not let his claws flash out and claim the beta’s lifeblood.

 

He turned back to the older man and sneered. “You will be punished.”

 

“Yes, Alpha.”

 

“But you will not die.” He was gratified when Peter looked up in surprise and then worry. “You have been loyal, you shall remain loyal. Your mistake was grave but not greater than the many years you have anticipated my needs and led my armies. You will be punished and you will never make such a mistake every again.”

 

“Y-yes, Alpha.”

 

“Very good. Open your mouth.”

 

The beta did as he was told though his confusion was evident. Derek wasted no time, flipping up his loincloth and sinking his soft cock into the man’s mouth. Between the heat and the nervous swallowing it did not take long for him to harden. When he did, he pulled out and gestured for Peter to turn around.

 

“Turn, get on your hands and knees.”

 

He could see the worry growing in the beta’s eyes but the order was followed. Derek pushed Peter’s own loincloth out of the way and thrust deep into the man’s ass without preamble, snapping his hips sharply over and over.

 

“Ah! Alpha!”

 

“Be silent,” Derek growled, grinding his cock deeper. “This is me showing mercy and preparing you in advance.”

 

There was no way Peter could know what he intended but his words quieted to soft grunts and gasps. Derek pounded into his ass until he came with a shudder and then he pulled out. He spread the beta’s cheeks, examining the red hole leaking cum, and decided it would suffice.

 

“Take him outside,” he ordered. “Tie him to the tethering block and bring my stallion.”

 

Derek felt satisfaction as the color drained from Peter’s face, but the beta did not resist as he was led outside. Derek himself only paused long enough to pull his mate from the furs, bundling the boy into his arms and outside to watch.

 

Peter was stripped and his arms were tied to the long tethering post, his body bent at the waist so his collarbone rested against the wood. Derek tilted his head, eyes narrowing as he took in the sight. Perhaps he should put his loyal beta in such positions more often, the submissive posture suited him.

 

There was a loud whicker as his stallion, a grand beast black as night, was brought up from the stables. It pranced, tossing its’ head so the midnight mane caught in the breeze. It seemed expectant, tail raised like a banner and cock already peeking from its’ sheath.

 

“Let him smell my cum,” Derek commanded of the handlers. “He does not appreciate challengers to his mares.”

 

The beta tensed as the stallion was brought closer, hands pulled his cheeks apart so it could nose at his wet hole. The low whine creeping from Peter’s throat was music to Derek’s ears.

 

The horse sidestepped, and snorted unhappily, then it whinnied and tried to mount. The attempt did not work, the great forelegs missed the tethering post and pawed at the wolf’s waist before clattering to the ground. The second time, both legs settled on the beam of wood and the long cock rutted against Peter’s ass, seeking out the helpless hole.

 

A nod from Derek was all the instruction the handlers needed. They reached between wolf and horse, carefully lining the black and pink cock up to catch and hold on the next thrust. Energized by the success, the stallion neighed and jerked its’ hips, pushing the rod deeper and deeper until it found a rhythm it liked and settled in.

 

Peter howled in pain, his back bowed as the vicious, magnificent beast towered over him and violated him.

 

Derek set his mate on the ground and then walked over to the helpless wolf. He leaned down to press his hand against the beta’s muscled stomach. The path of the long erection was visible to the eye, a solid length that pushed skin and flesh up and out of its way as it thrust relentlessly. The feeling of it against his palm, through Peter’s soft skin stretched tight, was exhilarating and erotic. Derek’s cock began to grow as he pressed hard, pulling a gasping sob from the wolf.

 

“How does it feel, Peter? To be mounted by him, to have his cock so deep his cum may come out your mouth?”

 

A sound of utter fear and pain escaped the wolf. “It hurts.” The words were whispered but Derek heard them well enough.

 

“This is what my mate felt when Argent fucked him,” he said softly against Peter’s ear. “Your punishment is to feel as he did. Be grateful you will only suffer it once.”

 

He backed away. His mate had not moved from where he had been set on the ground, his amber eyes wide and breaths coming fast. Perhaps he was remembering the threat Derek had made some time prior and envisioning himself in Peter’s place. The warlord did not much care, simply pried the boy’s mouth open and fed his hard length inside. He palmed the back of the little thing’s head and fucked deep into the tight throat, matching his pace to the stallion’s.

 

Pale hands pressed at his thighs, trying to pull away, but Derek ignored them, his eyes glued to Peter’s punishment. There was something about it that excited him, watching the capable and clever wolf reduced to sobs and pained cries.

 

The stallion’s hips stuttered and jerked hard three times, seating it’s cock as deep as it could before filling the wolf with its’ cum. Derek pulled his mate down on his own cock one last time, choking him as he shot his load deep into the boy’s throat. For a long moment he held the sweet thing in place, enjoying the desperate swallows around his softening cock.

 

When the stallion pulled out so did he.

 

He ignored the choking and cough of his mate and strode back over to the beta. As soon as the stallion dismounted and was pulled away, Peter’s legs gave out and he crumpled to the ground. Derek huffed in amusement. The wolf was shaking and gasping, a sheen of sweat covering his body. He looked terrible and it brought a smile to Derek’s face. So did the copious amounts of white fluid leaking from the stretched and sloppy ass.

 

He crouched and prodded at the hole, sliding four fingers in and giving an exploratory thrust. Peter whimpered and tried to pull away but was too weak. Derek removed his fingers and wiped them in the wolf’s hair.

 

“Your punishment is over,” he said. “Your past failing is paid for. When you are back on your feet it will be a fresh start. Do not fail me again.”

 

“Never, Alpha.”

 

“Good.”

 

Satisfied, Derek gathered his omega and returned to the long house. Watching the beta get fucked by his stallion was a pleasing sight, it had certainly put him in the mood to do some fucking of his own. His boy didn’t know it yet, but it was going to be a long, painful night for his hot cunt.

Notes:

... Well that was fun.

...

*coughs and wanders off*