Inevitably Yours

MICHAEL

“I think it’s time for another important milestone in your training,” I told Quinn, watching her flawlessly complete the poomsae she would eventually need to test for her black belt. I still couldn’t believe how quickly she’d progressed as a student. Her wrestling and Jiu Jitsu were also coming along well, and I was confident she could hold her own with other trained grapplers. I’d been bringing in some of the other warriors, both male and female, to train with her privately around our training schedule.

She ended the form with a bow and turned towards me with an inquisitive look, “What would that be, Sabeomnim?”

A shiver ran through my body as she looked up at me doe-eyed with that submissive tone, using my formal title. She was doing it on purpose. I could tell from the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth and her eyes. I ignored it, for now, hoping what she’d started in my pants would deflate on its own.

“You’ve really focused on training since the moment we started, and now that you’re more experienced, I think it’s time to figure out your weapon or weapons. We may not figure it out today, but we can get a good start at least,” I answered.

“Really?” she asked, literally bouncing up and down in excitement before pouncing on me for a hug.

“Don’t be excited yet,” I laughed. “This part hurts.”

–

Just as my father had done for me, I had wooden replicas of weapons from all over the world laid out for her: swords, knives, impact weapons, throwing weapons, and more.

Her face lit up as she looked through the myriad of choices, “Everything looks so STABBY!”

Not expecting that reaction, I couldn’t help but laugh at my mate’s maniacal expression as she surveyed the weapons laid out before her. My life with her was never dull, and apparently, her weapons wouldn’t be either.

She almost directly walked over to a pair of sai, gravitating to them immediately and picking them up. They looked good in her hands, but I didn’t think it was what she was looking for. Sai were a weapon used all over Asia but primarily associated with Okinawa. They were used in pairs and looked like large spiked daggers with hooked pieces coming from the sides that you could use to catch the blades of swords or other weapons. There was one major problem with what Quinn wanted, though, “Those are blunt-tipped, love. You can’t stab anyone with them. They’re used as impact weapons and to disarm or control people.”

She turned them over, rolling them over in her hands, “Who says you can’t sharpen the tips?”

I thought to myself and realized that there weren’t exactly weapon police keeping me from doing that and felt dumb, “Do you want a sharpened pair?” I couldn’t help but match her grin as I asked her.

“We can do that? They’re so stabby!” she replied, stabbing the air while holding the sai incorrectly. This was going to be fun. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that she’d picked an advanced weapon that wasn’t usually suggested for beginners, but it was Quinn. She’d get it eventually if she wanted to. I had no doubt.

–

Since Quinn was gifted in poomsae, I decided to try a more gentle approach than my father had with me. I walked her through several kata, the Japanese equivalent of poomsae, to teach her how to handle her new weapons before it was time to wack her in the head with a staff or sword.

As I thought, she took to the kata well and improved her sai’s handling exponentially. Within a few weeks, it was like she was born with them in her hands, and they suited her well. As I trained her, I had a surprise brewing that she was totally unaware of, and as she became more comfortable, the time to show her was growing closer.

–

“Ow!” Quinn exclaimed, rubbing her head and looking at me like I betrayed her. “You don’t have to hit me so hard.”

“Do you want me to train you differently than the other students, then?” I asked, internally wincing because I did want to stop hitting her.

“No…” she grumbled, bringing her sai to bear with the handles facing me and the shafts down her forearms to protect them.

I threw a lazy overhand strike, and she easily blocked it above her head with the shaft across her forearm, then hooked the staff with one of the hooked guards coming out from the handle. I let her have the bo, and while she was distracted with that victory, I shot in for a double leg. Lifting her in the air over me, I could hear her sharp intake of breath at my surprise tactic. I gently dumped her on the ground, unwilling to drive her into it; I would have broken something. I mounted her, now with a knee on either side of her h**s as I controlled the rest of her body below me.

“Remember, you’re the weapon, not what you’re holding,” I reinforced, wanting her to remember that her sai weren’t her only option just because she had them.

Quinn tried to bring her sai out to blunt strike me in the ribs, but I caught both of her wrists and pinned them to the ground above her head.

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Her little growl of frustration was causing a growing problem between us, and she looked down to where it was pressed against her. Her eyes turned mischievous. “Does my Alpha need help with that?”

“We only have an hour,” I rumbled into her ear.

“Until what?” she asked, her curiosity peaked.

“A surprise,” I laughed, still holding her down and nuzzling her ear with my nose as my mouth wandered under it.

“What is it?” she asked me with growing frustration. She wiggled underneath me; I loved doing this to her.

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it?” I asked, raising my eyebrow.

“Goddess, you know I hate this!” she growled, trying not to giggle.

“Everything in due time, my Luna. I thought you wanted to help me take care of something?”

“Is that an order?” she asked, her voice gaining the familiar submissive tone that drove me crazy.

“Mmhmm,” I said into her ear, teasing her with my breath as I stayed close enough for her to feel it but not touching her with my mouth.

I stood up, pulling my dobok top and belt off to neatly set aside before pulling my pants off and letting myself spring free from them. The summer sun was at my back, casting shade down on Quinn who was leaning up on her arms. I pointed to the ground in front of me, and she smirked. She crawled over to me and then sat back on her knees with my c**k in front of her face.

Her face went blank like something just popped into her mind as she looked down at herself. She realized she was still wearing her uniform and quickly rid herself of her top and belt like I had. The tank top she wore beneath it left nothing to the imagination; she slipped her arms out of the straps and pulled it under her titts to expose them for me. I reached down behind her and unclasped her bra with one hand, setting one of my favorite parts of her free. Goddess knew all her parts were my favorite, though. As she pulled the bra off, it was her turn to spring free.

I took a moment to admire her before putting myself a hair’s breadth from her mouth and ordered, “Suck.”

She looked up at me as she opened her mouth and swallowed my head, keeping eye contact with me as she bobbed up and down and started to rub my sack with one hand and stroke the bottom of my shaft with the other. It was absolute heaven, and I loved the show she was giving me. When she wasn’t being bratty, she was incredibly submissive. I loved the latter, and the former left me both aroused and frustrated with the need to make her obey.

“We should mark her again,” Eros grumbled. “I bet she’d listen better; at least Sapphire might.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works, but I’ll keep that in mind,” I laughed. He was even less amused with the brattiness; apparently, Sapphire was worse than Quinn if that were possible.

My hand naturally found its place on her head with my fingers intertwined in her hair, and I resisted the urge to plunge myself down her throat. I knew she wouldn’t mind, but I didn’t want her face to be a mess when her surprise arrived if I got rough with her throat. I was rewarded with her deep-throating me on her own. I felt her nose hit my pelvis as she gagged around my shaft, clenching my head with her throat. She’d gone from not knowing how to properly suck my c**k when I returned to only needing a few minutes to make my knees weak and put me on edge.

I pulled myself free of her mouth to keep myself from crossing the point of no return, and she gasped for breath as her throat emptied. I kneeled to k**s her, enjoying the post-blowjob softness of her lips as I usually did. I could smell her arousal through her pants, so I stood her up to help her out of them before pushing her down on her knees again. I couldn’t get enough of submissive Quinn, so I wanted to continue in the same vein. Reaching under her, I slid two fingers inside her easily as she dripped onto my hand. I curled them towards her spot and placed my thumb right under her hood onto her clit.

“f**k my hand,” I commanded, now laying next to her and looking up at my own goddess in all her glory.

“Yes, sir,” she whimpered, biting her l*p and starting to ride my hand like she’d ridden me so many times now. I wiped my thumb side to side as she rubbed herself against it and onto my fingers, reaching down for my shoulder. She clung to me to stay upright as she started to squeeze my fingers tighter in waves until she was crushing them. She bit one of her hands to keep from crying out, probably because she didn’t know who was around the training field. I’d told everyone to stay away when I trained with her and link me before getting too close, but she didn’t need to know that.

She was grinding onto my hand for dear life when she gasped, “Please… No more… I can’t… no more.”

“You can stop, my love,” I said through my smile. She collapsed fully onto my chest, completely spent from what I’d made her do to herself.

“It looks like you’ve made a mess all over my hand, baby,” I teased her, holding up my glistening fingers to the light.

“They do look messy,” she asked in a pouty tone, batting her eyes. The adorable fog was still there, so I knew we weren’t finished.

“Of course I do,” I leaned in to growl in her ear. “Shouldn’t a dutiful Luna clean up her messes?”

She nodded and opened her mouth without saying a word, letting me put my fingers into it, where she sucked them clean. “I think I have something for my big bad Alpha,” she said, her eyes smoldering as I removed my hand from her mouth.

“Oh Goddess, what?” I asked.

She sat up, grabbed a water bottle, and cleaned off the bottom of her feet. As usual, she preferred to be barefoot while we trained in our private, grassy spot. Intrigued, I watched her scoot herself between my legs so that we faced each other, and then she did something I wasn’t expecting. She put her right foot on my c**k, pressing it down against my belly as she stroked the underside with her toes. As she hit the sensitive spot right under my head, I jumped and m****d, causing her to giggle loudly. Embarrassed, I pulled myself away from her.

“You don’t have to if you think this is fun-”

“Shhhh,” she told me. “I’m not laughing at you. I’ve just never heard you make that sound. It’s sexy. I get why you like making me make all sorts of noises now.”

Her second foot came up, massaging my balls as the other stroked my shaft. It was a completely new sensation, and her pale toes with black polish looked sexy against my much darker c**k. I started rocking my h**s to help her stroke me until she moved both feet to either side of my c**k and circled it with her toes. She started moving them up and down, and I thought I would die. It felt like I was already cumming, but nothing was coming out. It was like one long o****m in a way I’d never experienced. The build up was happening underneath, but it was much slower because it felt like I was endlessly finishing already. Then, as if she’d decided she wanted to give me a heart attack, she leaned down with her toes still around my shaft and sucked my head into her mouth. Her tongue swirled on the underside of my head, and with little control of my body, I bucked my h**s hard, stroking through her toes and into her mouth.

“Quinn, I’m going to-” was all I could get out.

With my c**k in her mouth still, she shook her head yes and m****d, “Mhmm.”

That was it. I wasn’t sure where it started or ended, but when I looked down, her painted toes and her pretty mouth were covered in my c*m. My c**k was incredibly confused, and I didn’t know whether it was done or if it was time to go again. It rose almost completely again as she wiped the mess into her mouth and swallowed, then rubbed her feet in the grass before grabbing the water bottle again.

“Quinn, what the f**k?” I asked, dropping back into the grass, entirely spent.

She just winked at me before coming over for a k**s, “I don’t think you had any complaints.”

“Only that we don’t have time for me to f**k you within an inch of your life right now,” I g*****d. “Thank you, baby.”

“Anything for my Alpha,” she giggled, nuzzling into me for the few minutes we had before we needed to get dressed.

–

“There’s someone here to see you, Alpha,” Jacqueline linked me as Quinn and I pulled our doboks back on. I asked her to give me ten minutes and send him up; I was expecting him.

An old man with piercing blue eyes that peered back at us from behind his odd spectacles approached us with a small box and a wrapped package very similar to the one delivered to my dad for me and Nic what seemed like a lifetime ago. His glasses were silver but with one lens square and the other round. It was something I’d never seen before. As he reached us, he smiled broadly.

“I’d shake your hand, Alpha, but mine are quite full at the moment,” he greeted me.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! Let me take those for you,” I apologized. One of the surprises clinked together in the box, and I smiled, just as excited to see them in person myself as I was to show Quinn.

I led our small group to the blessing ground near the training area we were using. I set the box and the wrapped package next to each other on the altar.

Turning toward Quinn and our new companion, I realized I hadn’t introduced them yet, “Quinn, this is Narvi. He’s the smith that made Safir and Diagne. Narvi, my mate Quinn.”After they exchanged pleasantries, I explained to Quinn why he came to be in Stary, “I reached out to him to work on a project and found that he was looking for a new home and wouldn’t be able to work on anything until he was settled. I realized there were a few pack properties we just acquired in the merger that might work, and now, we have the best smith in the world right here in Stary!”

“Oh my Goddess, does that mean those are…?” she trailed off in excitement.

I nodded, watching her face as I let her open the packaging for her weapons. She’d remarked that she loved how I had Sapphire and Eros to keep me safe, so I decided to give her the same. One of her sai was a smaller version of Safir with the gem in the hilt, deep blue wrapping around it, and a tiny wolf inscribed in the shaft that came to an actual point, unlike her training weapons. The other had a wolf head at the bottom, grey-washed leather, and it was otherwise finished in silver with a matching tiny wolf on the shaft.

“They match your swords!” she exclaimed, looking at them in awe. She touched the tip, drawing b***d from her finger. “And. They’re. STABBY!”

Narvi beamed at Quinn, clearly enjoying the reaction. He burst into laughter at her exclamation that they were ‘stabby.’ He had been quite confused by the specs for the sai, but he clearly understood now.

“I’ll call them Gem and Stone. You know, because Sapphire is a gem, and she’s blue. Plus, gems are stabby at the bottom. Then Eros is a stone cuz they can be silver?”

I just stared at her in concern. “Maybe I should name the pups,” I thought as she kept babbling about her new names. She was adorable when she just talked without taking a breath in between.

“Did I miss a talk about pups? I thought you didn’t want any,” Eros answered, clearly surprised. His deep laughter reverberated through my mind, “Probably a good call on us naming them, though.”

“It’s hard not to think about them with her,” I shrugged. Watching her now, I wanted little us’s running around.

“So, what’s in the box?” she asked curiously.

I opened it, and on top was a surprise I’d commissioned specially for Quinn and me. There were two matching kilt pins made with the new Stary logo I’d designed. A large silver wolf with a smaller blue one nestled under him made the center with blue stars around their heads. A ring closed around the wolves with “Stary Pack” along the outer left side, and a small representation of the family claymore stabbed through one side of the ring with the hilt on one side and the blade coming out the other. A swath of Galbraith tartan lay under the kilt pins to hide what was beneath them, so I pulled it free to drape around Quinn and pin it at her shoulder.

“I thought Stary needed a new emblem to unify us under,” I explained.

“I LOVE IT,” she squealed. “What are all of those?”

“Remember the warrior coin we found?” I asked, picking up a coin from the box to hand her. She nodded. “I had new ones minted with the emblem on one side, modified to fit on a coin with two swords. The other side has the Clan Galbraith crest. Our warriors can carry these as an emblem of our trust and use them to barter for help with the promise that we’ll repay their debt if they’re in trouble outside our packland.”

She looked thoughtfully at the coin, turning it over in her hands. The antique silver finish caught the light as she looked examined it intently. “Do you not like it?”

“No! They’re amazing. I was just thinking… Why only give them to the warriors? Shouldn’t every pack member have something to help them get back to us if they’re in trouble?” she asked.

My heart swelled at her words. Times like these reminded me why the Goddess chose this woman to be my Luna. “You’re right; they should,” I agreed, pulling her to me to k**s her forehead.

“Sounds like I have quite a few more of those to make. Excuse me while I get to work!” Narvi exclaimed, wringing his hands in excitement as he turned to l leave.

“One more thing,” I said, stopping him in his tracks. Another idea was forming. “Can you make three more of the kilt pins? I have some special wolves I want to recognize.