Smutcation #4: Kima/Allura Omegaverse (Patreon)

I have not abandoned smutcation! But I did get sick. Anyway, on with the show.

Kima loved her armor.

She loved the reassuring weight on her shoulders and the pressure around her body, a reassurance that she would be protected against any blows danger might rain upon her. She was used to taking hits—enjoyed it, to a certain extent. It was a challenge; a test of how much she could withstand as an alpha and a warrior. But today, as she lay shivering in bed, bundled in a cocoon of blankets, she hated it.

The familiar weight upon her shoulders had threatened to drag her down into the ocean’s icy depths. Her strength had been useless against the overwhelming power of the waves, crashing down upon her like thunder and muffling her screams. Never before had she felt so utterly helpless, except perhaps when Allura had been feebleminded.

Allura.

Fuck, Allura had almost died beside her. 

She’d secretly hoped they’d go out at the same time, but not like that. In a blaze of glory, at least. With a defiant roar, not a pathetic whimper as the air was squeezed from her lungs. She hadn’t been able to do a damn thing to save the person most precious to her—to save her omega, her mate. Allura had saved her, who’d risked being dragged down like a stone to keep her afloat.

The bathroom door creaked open, pulling Kima from her thoughts. She looked up to see Allura, bundled in a towel and looking thoroughly miserable. Wet strands of her wavy blonde hair lay plastered to her neck and shoulders. She shuffled over to the bed at a painstakingly slow pace, then dropped the towel, crawling beneath the blankets to join Kima.

Kima opened them, welcoming Allura in. Allura collapsed into her arms, and they clung to each other, sharing in each other’s warm, ragged breaths, damp skin pressed closer than close. They huddled in a ball of lingering fear and exhaustion, too tired to share words—but there were none to be said. None that mattered.  They’d escaped death by a hair, and instead of feeling triumphant and thanking the gods, Kima remained haunted by how close they’d come—and she knew Allura felt the same.

But they weren’t dead. Allura wasn’t dead. She was here, warm and alive in Kima’s arms, and an answering warmth bloomed in Kima’s chest as she let that knowledge grow within her.

She tightened her hold on Allura’s body, appreciating how strong it was to have saved her, yet how soft and full it felt against hers. She would gratefully worship Allura’s body until the end of her days, if only Allura would grant her the privilege.

“Marry me,” she said, blurting out the words before her brain could process them.

Allura lifted her face from where it was buried in Kima’s hair and looked down at her. A wrinkle formed between her brows. Her full lips pressed into a terse line, but Kima caught the way they trembled briefly beforehand.

The silence stretched on.

“I mean it,” Kima said. “Ceremony and everything. A small one.”

Allura arched a brow as if to ask, “Why now?”

“Our marks haven’t faded,” Kima said. It was the first time either of them had mentioned it since their reunion, and voicing the obvious made her blush. Gods above and below, she felt like a stammering child beneath Allura’s searching stare, and her face burned like the sun. But she had to spit it out somehow, or she might lose her chance. “And I want to do right by you this time.”

Allura’s face softened. The beginnings of what could have been a smile tugged the edges of her lips. “Is this proposal for me or you?”

“For me,” Kima said, surprised by how quickly and easily the answer came. “If we live, I want us to be married. If we die, I want us to be married.” She chewed her cheek, averting her gaze for a moment before looking up into the soft blue depths of Allura’s eyes. “Does that sound stupid?"

Kima felt Allura’s body relax against hers, the tension draining away. It had a similar effect on her. The cold stiffness of her muscles melted into something that was almost like contentment; a reprieve against the wild, merciless world and all its dangers.

“No,” Allura said. “It sounds honest.”

A grin stretched across Kima’s face. “Yeah?”

“You must be terrified of water,” Allura said, a teasing glint in her eye. “You fight dragons without a thought for your mortality, but one brief dip in the ocean, and here you are, asking me to marry you.”

Kima barked out a laugh. “You’re such an asshole.”

Allura gave a ‘hmm’ that might have been agreement, then kissed Kima’s forehead. Then her nose. Then her lips.

Kima kissed Allura back gently at first, then deeper, with more passion. Allura tasted sweet, welcoming, familiar. Kima’s palms drifted down to squeeze Allura’s hips. She’d never been able to keep her hands off them, but she found herself clinging onto Allura for dear life. Just as before.

Allura didn’t allow Kima to linger on that sinking thought. She flipped Kima onto her back, lush thighs closing around her hips. Kima stiffened in an instant. Her cock strained against Allura’s belly, seeking her mate’s warmth and softness.

No words were shared between them. None were needed. Allura curled her hand around Kima’s cock, stroking affectionately, then aligned the head with her entrance, sinking down in one fluid movement. Kima gasped at the slickness, the silken heat that sealed around her as Allura welcomed her in. She sat upright, and Allura met her halfway, grazing her nipple against Kima’s lips.

Kima opened, drawing Allura’s breast into her mouth and swirling her tongue around the pebbled peak. She loved how large Allura’s nipples were, how they thickened in her mouth. Most of all, she loved the way Allura shivered and clenched around her cock when she tugged with her teeth.

Allura gave a long, low moan and began to rock. Kima tightened her hold on Allura’s hips, thrusting up in the same rhythm. One good thing about being short—she had complete access to Allura’s heavy breasts, switching back and forth to tease and torment both nipples.

Kima’s cock twitched in the velvet grip of Allura’s cunt, but she curled her toes in the sheets and ignored the throbbing fullness. She craved the feeling of Allura falling apart around and on top of her much more than her own release. She didn’t want the moment to end—she wanted it to stretch for an eternity. It almost felt like it could last forever if she just held on a bit tighter.

“I love you, darling,” Allura whispered, curling her fingers in Kima’s hair and caressing her head. She held Kima to her breast, pushing her nipple deeper into Kima’s mouth.

Kima sucked hungrily, sliding her hands lower to cup Allura’s round, perfect rear end. She kneaded as they moved together, relishing Allura’s whimpers and the way her hot core pulsed. Each thrust pushed her closer to the edge, but she clenched her abdominal muscles and endured, angling her pelvis so Allura’s clit dragged against her skin with each stroke.

Her efforts earned a sharp, sweet cry. Allura went rigid and threw her head back, pulling Kima’s hair and bucking her hips once, twice. A flood of warmth spilled over Kima’s cock as Allura’s inner walls fluttered and squeezed. Cupping Allura’s ass with her right hand, Kima slid her right between Allura’s trembling thighs to massage the root of her clit through its hood. She knew her mate as she knew herself.

“Love you too,” she mumbled into Allura’s breasts, smearing kisses across her heaving chest. “Always.”

Allura tugged the hairs at the nape of Kima’s neck, urging her to look up. She dipped down to take Kima’s lips with her, nipping the lower one and sweeping her tongue across it. “Fill me.”

Kima’s hips jerked out of rhythm. Her cock gave a heavy jolt, and she froze, her mouth falling open against Allura’s. She forgot all about rubbing Allura’s clit as she came, paralyzed by crashing waves of pleasure. The base of her shaft burned as her knot swelled to stretch Allura’s tight walls, her tip twitching as she spilled every drop of come deep within Allura’s core.

“Fuck,” she panted, falling forward to bury her face back in Allura’s breasts. “Fuck.” Her body melted with relief as her cock emptied, still pulsing with pleasure. She resumed stroking Allura’s clit, smirking against her sweat-damp skin and nibbling around the stiff point of a red, swollen nipple. Her heavy heart felt much lighter as Allura came a second time, massaging and squeezing the shape of her knot.

At last, Allura collapsed on top of her, breathless but smiling. Kima rolled them over, carefully so she wouldn’t pull out and hurt her mate. My mate. I’m so fucking lucky.

“You are.” Allura stroked slow, soothing circles on Kima’s back. “And so am I."

Kima grinned, nipping one of the pink marks she’d already left on Allura’s breasts. Apparently, she’d spoken aloud—but she already knew Allura knew. “Not as lucky as I am.” She swallowed, licking her lips. “I was serious about marriage. I want to marry you, live or die. I just want to be with you.”

Allura sighed, guiding Kima’s mouth back to her nipple. When Kima resumed sucking, she batted her eyes shut, smiling as she gave her hips a lazy upward thrust. “Keep spoiling me like that, and I may just say yes.”