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Port Royal, 1728
As the sun set over the horizon, the Governor’s mansion became illuminated in a rosy haze. The three-story abode was thick with ivory plaster and hugged by burgundy brick. Ropes of ivy climbed along the siding, the thick twines winding as they anchored themselves against the building.
Outside the sprawling mansion, two brothers sat along the bumpy rocks lining the shore. The ocean lapped gently as a cool breeze wafted through the port town.
Jude Bellingham accepted the offered pipe from his younger brother, eagerly inhaling the intoxicating nicotine. He knew omegas smoking - especially the only omega son of the Governor - was frowned upon. A masculine act that was not befitting of aristocratic omegas. But Jude couldn’t care less; smoking helped calm his nerves. He was a jittery nervous wreck all day, but could you blame him? The most important day of his life was tomorrow. The wedding of the season. All of Port Royal will be attending the coveted event, for the entire port city has been preparing for weeks for the union of Lord Jude Bellingham and Admiral Harry Kane.
Admiral Harry Kane
Jude takes another hit of the pipe, his mind wandering to his future husband. His future alpha.
“Hey! Quit hogging it.” Jobe swipes the pipe from Jude’s hands and greedily inhales. Jobe Bellinham, Jude’s younger alpha brother and newly appointed lieutenant of the Royal Navy.
Jude scoffs, “I was not.”, but he lets his brother take a few more puffs. Who knows the next time the omega will be unsupervised. The wife of an Admiral is expected to behave like a proper omega. Docile, obedient, and good. Not sneaking away to smoke with their brother.
Jobe passes the pipe back and watches as Jude quietly inhales. The younger alpha's thoughts turn melancholic; tomorrow will be the start of Jude’s new life. He is happy his brother is marrying the Naval Admiral, a stand-up alpha who Jobe has no doubt will take care of and protect Jude till the end of their days.
Yet…he knows his older brother’s life is about to change drastically. All of the Royal Navy omega wives look the same. Beautiful and petite. Smiling politely with a dull look in their eyes. Noble omegas are expected to be trophies their alpha mates can show off, who do nothing more than look pretty and push out pups.
Jude notices Jobe’s silence and flashes him a bright smile, “Oh Jobe, don’t be sad. No matter what, I’ll always be your older brother.”
“After tomorrow, you will no longer be a Bellingham. You’re a Kane now. It’s different" , Jobe huffs.
Jude hums, “I suppose so. But what’s so wrong with being a Kane?” From the few times he’s met his alpha, he’s been nothing but kind and respectful. Not to mention incredibly handsome.
Besides, Jude's entire life has prepped him for this moment. To be handed to a decorated, strapping alpha. Not to mention an Admiral! He doesn’t understand Jobe’s melancholy; can’t he see this marriage is a good thing?
After bidding his brother goodbye, Jude prepares for bed. He finds his pearly porcelain tub already filled with hot water. He meticulously washes off the sheen layer of sweat that licks his body; his handmaidens have already laid out his clothes.
Haphazardly, he dries himself off and stands in front of a perched vanity. The tiled floor was cold underneath Jude’s feet as he combs out the tangled knots of his hair. With a bit of effort, he smooths out his short brown hair. In the vanity, his brown doe eyes stare back at him. With a last pat against his hair, Jude turns back to his bedroom.
His navy duvet was neatly stretched across the mattress, thick pillows fluffed and settled at the head of the bed. Nestled at the foot of the mattress is a folded nightgown. The creamy sheer material was soft against his skin as he shrugged it over his shoulders.
Once he settled onto his bed, Jude's mind drifted to his future alpha. He’s only met Harry Kane a handful of times, all under supervision, of course. Level-headed and polite, Jude knows the chivalrous alpha will protect him. And their future children.
His nimble hands sneak their way toward his virgin cunt, tomorrow Kane will take his virginity after the ceremony and make him his forever. He wonders what kind of lover Kane is; will he be rough and mean? Or take things sweet and slow? Jude hesitantly swipes his clit, pussy wetting already at the prospect of submitting to the powerful Admiral. His sweet cherry wine scent wafts through his bedroom. Scent spiking as he begins to play with himself.
Unbeknownst to the beautiful omega, tonight may not be a good time to let one’s guard down.
Jude was about to finish himself off when he heard an earth-shattering boom from the port below. A shaky exhale cut through his quarters as Jude remembered to breathe. With his bottom lip tugged between his teeth, Jude tentatively turned his head towards his window. A deafening bang pelts through the harbor.
Crackling concrete erupts in the distance, causing Jude to lift his head in time to see a cannon breaching the town’s clock tower. Bloodcurdling screams riddle the air as the tower crumbles into the streets. Bile rises in Jude’s throat as he pushes himself off his bed. His knees buckled with the movement, nearly causing him to topple back over.
The ringing of bells began to pulsate from the town’s keep. The throbbing sound of metal clashing against metal made Jude’s blood run cold. Bells signify that their town was under siege.
It was the sound of invaders, the sound of pirates.
The raid was treated much like a feast – with reverence and ritual.
The air grew hot, flesh squelched, and crimson puddles covered the grounds of the port city. Blood drenched the soil, turning it muddy.
Erling Haaland never feels more alive than during a raid. His blood sings as he drives a sword through a royal pig. The naval officer’s scream is a melody to him. The alpha pirate revels in the bloodshed. Next to him, his Captain, Martin Ødegaard, cuts through flesh like butter with his rapier. Howling as he wreaks havoc alongside his quarter master.
On the other side of him, Nyland shouts in their native tongue to go deeper into the belly of the city.
Dazed by bloodlust, Erling blindly follows Nyland and Martin into a nearby mansion, easily one of the biggest buildings in the entire city. Behind them, the rest of their crew wreak havoc on the streets, pillaging, looting, and harassing any poor bystanders who weren’t quick enough to hide. They break into the giant front doors of the mansion with ease. A flurry of navy soldiers attacked them immediately, forced to fight once the pirates breached their temporary sanctuary. Servants scream all around them, running in every direction. Desperate not to get caught in the crossfire. More pirates began to pile into the mansion to join the brawl, lured by the blood-curdling screams.
Erling is a true terror to behold as he brings down soldier after soldier with his giant axe - his preferred weapon of destruction. Crushing brains like grapes, he leaves a mess of gore in his wake. The pirate gives himself to the chaos, unknowingly triggering something primal inside him.
It’s fairly common for alpha pirates to trigger their ruts while raiding, the adrenaline and blood lust fogging their brains until all they desire is carnage and flesh. Erling was quickly falling under such a spell. The giant man sprinted up the grand staircase with extraordinary speed, going through room after room. Not sure what his inner alpha was searching for. Until he smelled it.
Sweet cherry wine.
Omega.
The scent was maddening, soon invading Erling’s lungs. He began to pant like a dog, eager to find the source of such a delicious scent. His rut-addled brain gave him tunnel vision. He’d found the greatest gem in the city.
Jude screamed as the door to his quarters flew open. Before the night turned for the worse, royal servants begged Jude to stay in his quarters, telling him the Governor’s mansion was the safest building in the city. Impenetrable, they said. While he cowered in fear alone in his own room, he prayed that Jobe and his parents were somewhere safe. God willing, his family would survive the sudden bloodbath.
Jude’s chances of survival quickly dwindled once he realized he’d been found.
The door slammed shut behind the large intruder. The short breeze of wind that reached indoors made the flames of his fireplace bend. Its crackle was loud.
The large man was covered in blood. It was still fresh, glistening like black oil. His hair was so pale- almost white. Dark hazel eyes bored into Jude. A strong scent flooded Jude’s nose – it was potent and rotting. Alpha.
The man was panting, the look in his eyes like the wilderness come to life.
“Hello, little one,” the pirate rasped.
His voice was grisly, more the snarl of an animal than a man. It was wet and thick with spit. Jude’s heart plummeted into his throat. Jude inched further away on the bed until the timber wall greeted him.
“G-Get out!”, Jude began, but he couldn’t halt the wavering of his voice. “I have nothing to offer you!”
There was a fervor in him Jude had never seen in a man – the alpha’s chest rose rapidly, his breaths were ragged, and his pupils were blown wide. In the silence, Jude could even hear how the alpha swallowed.
“Please don’t hurt me,” Jude whispered.
It still lingered on his lips when the alpha was already on him. He lunged at Jude and forced him down to the mattress, hands strong as iron on his shoulders. It was a sudden blow that made Jude yelp, his voice high-pitched in bewilderment and eyes blown wide in fright. The weight hit him like a cart, making him throw his head back on the pillow.
The light of the fire disappeared behind the alpha’s broad shoulders. He pried Jude’s legs apart with a knee and sank between them.
Shock kept Jude frozen, his joints too heavy to move, his lungs too strained to gasp for air. The pirate pulled the hem of Jude’s delicate nightgown so harshly the fabric tore.
There were words on his tongue, some that were pleading, some that were confused, and some that were demands to unhand him, but none came out. They were but a lump in his throat.
Cool air touched the bare skin of his belly. The alpha tore the nightgown over his head quickly. His hand caught in the sleeve still, Jude struggled to free himself for far too long. Kicking his legs, he created some space between them until the nightgown was off.
Naked, Jude didn’t feel cold.
The intruder only followed after him like pulled by a rope. Jude raised his knee to try to keep the alpha at a safe distance, but his resistance was met with disregard – he might as well have done nothing. It was as good as trying to keep a hungry dog away from a fresh kill. The beast was driven by instinct, not simple want.
"No– don’t!”, was all Jude managed to gasp.
“Quiet”, the alpha hissed.
A hand gripped Jude’s jaw and held his face still. The alpha pressed a kiss so angry on his lips that Jude wondered when a bite would follow. He could offer no answer; he could offer no fight. His mouth was taken over and over, the fingers pressed in Jude’s cheeks to keep his lips parted in surrender to the alpha’s violent kisses.
Once the alpha withdrew and left Jude gasping for air, he groaned as if he were in pain.
“Need you, omega”, he whispered, voice starved of sanity. “Need to have you”
Have him? Nonononononono
Jude’s heart pounded so loud it might burst out any moment. It dawned on him then as denial had kept him oblivious even when the alpha loomed over his naked body.
His attacker rested his forehead against Jude’s, and the smell of blood was sweeter than ever. Jude’s knee was uselessly trapped between them, the alpha’s weight ever so slowly crushing him.
“I am a betrothed omega!” Jude cried and brought his hands over the alpha’s arms to try and pry him off. “I am not yours to take!”
His confession only gave the fear in his chest more room to bloom.
It was then Jude realized simply how mighty the alpha was compared to him. With one motion, the alpha shoved Jude’s hands aside and towed him to the center of the bed by his hips. Jude could feel the alpha’s warmth, their bodies ground together, his person crushed helplessly below. The pirate was sweaty and bloodied; his clothed cock was so hard that Jude whined in discomfort when it rubbed on his cunt.
Gods, it was true, Jude realized. It wasn’t as simple as madness. The alpha would take him tonight. So suddenly, so soon. The alpha grinded against him, mindless as a dog.
All of Jude quivered, his whimpers barely kept quiet.
The intruder gathered his wrists in a sole palm and held them above Jude’s head. Below him, Jude could hardly move an inch, his whole person splayed open. He turned his head when the alpha brought his lips to Jude’s cheek.
But it was hardly a kiss. The savage man nuzzled him as if he were deranged, his face pressed against the side of Jude’s head.
“I want to ruin you”, the pirate murmured. “Little omega, mine, only mine"
Writhing brought Jude no salvation; his quiet pleas left unanswered. The alpha was deaf to them. Teeth grazed his ear, pulling painfully on the lobe. Jude whined as it ached. He knew it was all supposed to hurt; he had been warned about it. He would have to brace for it and give as much of himself as the alpha was willing to take – and he wanted it all.
The alpha pressed his nose on Jude’s neck, his breath still hot and agitated as he inhaled so heavily that he shuddered.
“You smell so good”, the alpha purred.
His grip around Jude’s wrists only tightened, strong enough to crush his bones if he attempted to wiggle. Jude was no match to him in strength. He had nowhere to flee.
Teeth sank into his neck - not deep enough to be a mating bite. Jude cried out in pain, his voice a lament for help that would not come.
Red marks were left on his skin.
There was hardly an inch of him the alpha didn’t wish to touch. He mouthed his way down Jude’s neck to his chest and suckled on his nipple. The sensation of the warm tongue made Jude wince – a tender care in comparison to the teeth that drew blood from his flesh.
The tension of Jude’s legs eased, and he let himself simply lay down while the alpha licked, kissed, and caressed him, never without his teeth undoing what his mouth praised.
The alpha’s grim voice became manic mumbling.
“I will keep you in bed after this, sweet omega. You’re only good for fucking and whelping.”
Jude’s throat dried in horror as the notion. Cold fear spread through him, is this his faith? To birth this devil's kin?
Jude pressed his eyes shut, a scared whimper on his lips. The hands on him were not gentle, the teeth on his skin marked him deep. The alpha’s weight on him was too much, his zeal a foreign, frightening thing.
The raid must have driven the alpha mad, made his discipline burst. He could not be drunk, for there was no smell of ale, not under the sickening stench of sweat and blood. Fight did that to savaged pirates, Jude knew, and sent them into a frenzy. It was pointless to contest him.
Jude’s heart was pounding hard, the fear in him thriving.
It wasn’t supposed to happen like this!
The pirate’s grunt was disapproving as Jude squirmed in his grasp. His hands were calloused and rough against the soft skin of Jude’s dark thighs. He was flipped on his belly like he weighed nothing. There, he lay on the furs, in the middle of the bed, arse bare and the alpha’s weight on top of his shins.
The dread twisted in Jude’s belly. He received no words of comfort, no kisses or soothing touches by the alpha’s hand. It
“Please don’t do this”, Jude begged for mercy and received no answer.
Terror dawned on Jude as he realized his autonomy had been so easily stripped from him. For he was no longer a noble omega, but a prize taken after a night of bloodletting.
The pirate unlaced himself quickly. Jude looked above his shoulder as the alpha took out his cock from his breeches. It was heavy in his hand, so large when fully thickened that Jude wanted to cry at the thought of having to take it inside of him. The head was pink and fat, brought out of its sheath.
To Jude’s utmost horror and humiliation, slick began to ooze from his slit at the sight of the alpha’s fat knot. He was aroused. His own body betraying him. Jude moaned pathetically as slick ran down his thighs like the tears that stained his cheeks. He didn’t even realize he started crying.
Jude tried to inch away only for the alpha to press harder atop his legs. He was caught like prey in a snare.
“Be still.” The alpha growled as he spread Jude’s plump ass before rough hands traveled down to his cunt. A rough thumb probed at the slit. Jude’s hips jerked uselessly, for he couldn’t writhe away with his legs locked down. His very spine was tense; he could only brace for what couldn’t be postponed.
Not once had Jude’s been so vulnerable. If an ordinary man in the south had claimed to have witnessed the son of the Governor in such a state, his tongue would have been removed. It was a perversion, and it felt as such.
Jude twisted one of the furs between his fingers. The sole panic watered his eyes. He wouldn’t be able to do it. He couldn’t give the alpha what he wanted. He had to say it – couldn’t be quiet, couldn’t lay down and take it.
“Please– I don’t think I– can“, Jude tried to whisper.
He heard the alpha hum and the slick thumping of his cock followed. The head was brought on Jude’s cunt, and the pirate lifted his hips. Pain shot through Jude so suddenly that he shouted and fisted the furs below him. He was split open with force, cracked like a ripe fruit.
The alpha sighed in relief as if he had waited for it a lifetime. He withdrew slightly, before slipping into Jude’s aching wet pussy.
The friction was undone by the alpha’s forceful thrusts. His cock sank deeper, inch by inch, tearing Jude further open. Jude could feel it explicitly – every motion of the alpha’s hips breaking him in, tearing a little more each time. He suffocated another scream, the air hissing between his teeth.
The man lay over him, the weight of his body pinning Jude down to the bedding. Jude’s breath hitched as if a clasp had shut around his throat. It was warm and cramped. The alpha was still wearing his tunic; the fabric was sticking to Jude’s back with sweat.
“You’re a little thing”, the alpha grunted in his ear and plunged his cock so deep his balls hit the back of Jude’s thighs.
It was too profound– too big. Jude’s very seams were burning. He shuddered, eyes shut and head still raised desperately. Even breathing was difficult, his chest uselessly heaving, crushed on the bedding.
“It hurts”, Jude cried out when he could tolerate no more.
The alpha took his hands and laced their fingers together on the furs. He hushed Jude, his voice only a gentle murmur in his ear.
“Shh, you have to be brave now. I know you can be brave for me, little one”
But the hips did not cease. The alpha cared enough only to break him open.
“Fuck– it’s too much. Please, go slow, slow–er”, Jude whined, voice quivering.
“You will get used to it in time– only a moment more. Be good for me a moment more”
The alpha was breathing heavily by Jude’s ear. Pleasure was thick in his voice. Jude should have been gladdened for the alpha, but he could only lie still and let him rut inside him wantonly.
It lasted a lifetime. Jude’s backside and cunt were on fire; he could feel the burn down in his belly. If the alpha did not mangle something inside of him, Jude hadn’t a clue why it hurt so profoundly.
“So good for me– so perfect. Good boy, good boy”, the alpha praised him in thrilled heaves.
Tears descended Jude’s cheeks. He could do naught to stop them. A sob ripped through him as the alpha only thrust harder. His weeping turned the fur damp beneath his face. Jude hid himself in shame, body shuddering as he hiccuped.
The alpha grunted, and his hips stuttered, yet the thrusts never died – if anything, they became entirely witless.
Jude only lay limp as the alpha filled him with his seed. He could feel it flood his torn insides – warm and abundant.
The strength of the thrusts waned. The pirate let go of him, panting wearily. He pulled out slowly, and yet still, Jude felt as if a part of him was ripped out at the same time.
It made him scream.
Once his voice died down, Jude sniffled and dried his tears into the corner of the wool blanket.
It hurt still, although the pressure was gone. Jude’s pelvis felt crushed, his legs almost motionless. Moving a single inch was a hard task. As little desire as he had, Jude remained where the alpha left him.
Wetness dripped out of him along his pussy and thighs. Jude turned and brought his hand to feel it. Once raised again, he saw his fingers stained in sticky white with red streaks in between. Cum, slick and blood coat his inner plush thighs.
He wiped his hand on his thigh. Tears still descended his face
It was a clear night. The sun had set a long time ago – no orange burn lingered on the horizon. He could hear the drunken laughter of pirates and screams of civilians. The raid must have been a good one.
He could still feel the alpha’s touch crawling along his skin – delving inside of him. It would never leave him; this he knew for truth. He was broken now, his dignity and value gone.
Harry Kane will never marry me now, was Jude’s last thought before exhaustion took its toll on his ravaged body and he succumbed to the sweet lull of darkness.