hard as stone

"Oh god," Ori whimpered, vomit coming up again in the back of her throat the second her mother introduced Marshall as her father. Had he known? Before..? Or was this news to him now too. Ori felt cornered, but she wasn't sure how she was supposed to tell her mom what Marshall had really done to her. If she did, would he hurt her?

Ori looked towards Marshall, watching as he stalked towards her, the gentle smile on his face enough to twist her stomach. The look on his face was evident enough, he was trying to figure out how to sink his claws back into her.
A shudder ran down her spine when he promised nothing would ever happen again. Knowing it might piss him off more, Ori turned back to her mom as a few tears slid down her face, wanting to beg her again to make him leave. "M-mom, I-I just-" but she was cut off.

Maggie grabbed Ori by the hand and forced her to get to her feet out of the bed. "Marsh, why don't you take Ori down to the kitchen. Get her a drink for me while I clean this up?" Her mom turned back to Ori and pressed a kiss to her head, assuring her that everything was okay and she'd find her some nausea medicine.

Before she could protest any further, Marshall had his arms around her and was leading her out of the room. What was stopping him from just waltzing her out the front door? He could just take her now, if he wanted, right? He's her father, her mom couldn't stop him. They were silent as they moved away from her bedroom, and the moment she was sure her mother couldn't hear them, Ori forced herself out of his grip. How was she supposed to react? Now that she knew what he was to her, after everything he'd done to her. "P-please just leave, I-I won't tell."

@ castle.

"Sure thing, Maggie," Marshall was quick to nod his head, offering the girl a gentle smile. His arm slid around her shoulder as he began to lead Ori out of the room. His grip was gentle but he was sure that she had to be absolutely petrified because she had escaped from him and he had found her within hours. All because of her mother. He could have laughed if he didn't think it would make Maggie suspicious at all. That wasn't something he could have at the moment.

Marshall wondered if it would be worth it to walk Ori right back out the front door. It would have been easy, knowing full damn well that Maggie wouldn't be able to stop him. But if he did that, he would have to dispose of Maggie. That seemed like far more of a headache than he wanted to deal with at the moment, deciding that it was best to wait and see how this entire situation would even pan out.

"I'm not going anywhere, pup. I'm staying right here until I know you're safe," Marshall said with a lopsided shrug. He shook his head. "I'm your dad, sweetheart. I just care about you. And besides.. you don't want your mother to find out, do you?" Marshall asked as he looked down to her. "You came onto me and you wouldn't take no for an answer. Do you really want your mom knowing the truth, princess?" His voice was low as hr ran his fingers through her hair. When Ori flinched and seemed to be filled with dread, Marshall couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

"Just be a good little girl like you're supposed to be and we can forget anything happened, hm?" Marshall suggested, his head cocking to the side as he poured Ori a glass of juice. He held it out to her, giving her a small smile. "Go on, princess."

Ori looked at the glass of juice in his hand and felt defeated. Would her mom believe him if he told her that story? She had never gotten into trouble, always kept her nose clean and got good grades. She had never once acted out, so if she told her mom the truth and Marshall lied... who would she believe? Ori was more afraid that she didn't know the answer. But was Marshall telling the truth? Could they just forget?

---

A few days passed and even though Ori was home, with her mother and things were more normal... she still carried an overwhelming sense of dread every single day. She'd go to school, come home and go to sleep, all while being absolutely terrified Marshall was still lingering around somewhere. It was obvious she'd see him again, her mom was so adamant on them having a relationship. Why? After sixteen years, it seemed pointless anyways.

When the bell rang ending the school day for the week that Friday, Ori got up from her seat and packed up her books. Her mom always picked her up from school, so she headed down the halls, towards the main exit of the building. Outside on the sidewalk, she saw Marshall. He was impossible to miss, leaning against his lifted truck, with his uniform on. Ori wondered if he was still on the clock and something happened with her mom, maybe she just got held up at work and needed him to pick her up?

Her feet felt like cement blocks were glued to the bottoms of them as she dragged herself towards him. Ori was so tired of running and fighting and screaming, when no matter what she did, he always seemed to be a step ahead. Holding tight to the strap on her backpack, she timidly walked up to him, feeling a pit open in her stomach. "W-what're you doing here?"

@ castle.

Marshall had been doing a pretty damn good job at playing the doting father role. At least he thought he was. He smirked at the thought, running his fingers through his hair as he drove toward Ori's school. He had been surprised when Maggie suggested that he take Ori to his place over the weekend Maggie thought that it was going to be a good chance for her to be able to relax and that it could be a bonding experience for them as father and daughter. He had happily agreed, telling Maggie that they would probably stay back at his apartment for the whole weekend so that Ori wasn't overwhelmed at out and about, by strangers. That had been the easiest lie that he fed to Maggie. How she seemed so ready and willing to send her daughter off with him, Marshall didn't understand but he wasn't about to complain either. It made his life just that much easier.

Sliding out of his seat, Marshall stepped around to lean against the passenger side of his truck. He crossed his arms, ignoring the whispers and the stares the moment that he appeared. It was no surprise. Marshall was an alpha detective, of course all the omegas around were staring at him. The alpha students were jealous of who he was but Marshall didn't bat an eye.

When Ori appeared, Marshall pushed off from his spot against the door. He gave her a gentle smile, quick to wrap his arm around her shoulders. "C'mon. Your mom thought it was a good idea for you to come to my place for some father and daughter bonding. I couldn't agree more. Told her we would stop at the store to get snacks before heading home," Marshall explained as he pulled his truck door open. He helped Ori in before shutting the door, jogging around to climb inside before pulling away from the school.

"So," Marshall's voice dropped as he drove toward the grocery store. "We're going to grab some snacks and I'm going to drop you off before I have to go back to work for a bit. You can relax while I'm gone, hm?" He suggested, glancing toward her out of the corner of his eye.

Ori sunk into the seat, watching the school disappear behind them as he drove away. Ever since Ori had escaped from him, in the sense of not being locked up in his spare bedroom, Marshall had brought up what happened between them once. Except the morning after in the hall, when he threatened to lie. He said they could forget everything and so far that seemed to be true, at least he was acting like it. Ori could never just forget, she couldn't start pretending like none of that had happened. She couldn't pretend to be happy he was playing the role of her father.

It didn't surprise Ori that her mom thought this would be a good idea. She was at her wits end. Watching her daughter mope around the house, depressed and scared, jumping at every little noise... More than likely, her mom just wanted a break. A weekend to pretend her daughter was fine and just off with her dad. Somewhere safe. Marshall was a detective, so she had to be safe. Ori glanced up at Marshall at the same time as he looked at her. His blue eyes made her shiver and she instantly dropped her gaze back to the floor, to her feet. There was some weird desire to just talk about it. Ori wanted to open her mouth and demand Marshall stop pretending like everything was just okay, because the way he still looked at her ...

She was silent up until they got to the grocery store. Following him into the store, Ori made sure to keep a bit of distance between them. Not wanting him to reach out and grab her shoulder or try to hug her. "Do.. do you work this weekend? Other than tonight?" She hoped the answer was yes. Even though she would never want to actually go back to his apartment, part of her missed her nest. Her mom never let her nest, Maggie tried to keep Ori from falling into habits like that.

@ castle.

Marshall couldn't help but wear a slight smirk when Ori's eyes met hers before he turned away from her entirely. He exhaled slowly as he pulled into the grocery store parking lot. He got out of his truck, pausing by the front tire to wait for Ori. When she joined him, Marshall locked the truck before leading her inside. He flashed a slight smile as he glanced toward her before grabbing a basket from the tower by the front door. Marshall started through the produce first, deciding that he couldn't get them all junk food. Salad for lunch wouldn't hurt. That way he could pretend to be a caring father, at least.

"No," Marshall answered her question all too quickly. "Your mom wanted to make sure we could spend time together so I worked some overtime this week so that we could have the weekend to ourselves," he explained. It was easy to him because he knew damn well that Maggie would call to check up on her but Ori couldn't be stupid enough to tell her mother about it.

"Grab whatever you want for snacks but we're eating salad for lunch. Gotta balance the junk food out with something healthy but don't worry. It's not going to be boring iceberg lettuce with some awful ranch," Marshalla added with his face scrunching a bit. "Who knows. Maybe by the time the weekend is over, you'll be able to say you actually like salad, hm?"

For a moment, listening to Marshall go on about salad, Ori forgot where she was or who it was that she was with. She turned to him with her face scrunched, "I mean, I'll eat it but I don't think you'll hear me say I like it." It was followed by a joking laugh, before she felt the sinking feeling of realization. How was she joking with him? How was she relaxing around him? Was it his scent?

She was relieved when they made it back to his apartment and Marshall was quick to get back to work. They packed the few groceries in, and with them laying on the table, his phone had started to ring. After a rushed goodbye, he was gone. Ori sighed, staring at the door as it shut. After a few moments, she started putting the groceries away until her mom called her on her new cellphone.

"Yeah, I'm fine, mom. Just got here... He left for work. Didn't tell me when he'd back. But he said tonight's the only night he works." Ori paced around the living room, until she hung up with her mom. Looking down the hall, she felt a tug towards the spare bedroom, wondering if Marshall had done anything to her nest. Creeping into the room, the closet was shut tightly but when she opened it, she was able to breathe. It looked untouched. Wasting no time, she crawled back into the blankets and curled up to waste time staring at her phone.

Ori must've fallen asleep, because by the time she woke, she could hear someone moving around in the living room. She moved to get up, not wanting Marshall to come into this room, into her nest. In here, it might be too tempting for him. She didn't want to put herself in that situation again, but as she moved to get up, she felt a crippling, hot pain run around her lower back.

"Ah-ow-" she whined, slipping back into the blankets. She looked up at the ceiling of the closet, wondering if this was some sort of sick joke the universe was playing.

@ castle.

When Marshall had arrived home after finishing work for the day, he had had every intention of just treating this as a staycation weekend with Orion. He hadn't meant to touch her or hurt her and yet, the moment he stepped through the doorway of his apartment, his entire demeanour changed. He could smell Orion's heat from the moment that he stepped inside. His cock twitched as he reached down, palming himself through his jeans. He kicked off his shoes, peeling off his vest before he dropped it beside where his shoes laid. Normally, he was far more careful with his gear but he needed to get to Ori now. He didn't know how long she had been in heat and he didn't want anything to happen to her. Maybe it was a bit selfish but he didn't care one bit.

"Omega?" Marshall called as he tossed the spare room open. He wasn't the least bit surprised when he realized she had returned to the little nest that she had made the first time that she had stayed with him. It warmed his heart to know that she was finding comfort here, even if she didn't really want to be finding it in the first place.

He tugged his pants up just a bit so that he could kneel comfortably in front of her. "Come here. I'm goin' to help you, okay? Don't want anything happening to you," he purred as he held his hand out to her. His mouth watered at just how intense her scent was but he was trying like hell to respect her nest. Invading it wasn't something that he wanted to do, so long as Ori went along with what he asked of her.

Ori sunk down in the sheets of her nest, squeezing her eyes shut tightly. She counted his footsteps, listening as they quickened once he realized what was wrong. "No..." Ori whimpered, but seconds later, the door to her room was opening and after that, Marshall was sliding the closet door open. Slowly, she pulled the blanket down away from her face, taking in a deep breath. Hiding was where she preferred to be, but the air under the blankets had been so hot and sticky, and that certainly wasn't helping the thin layer of sweat perspiring across her skin.

Though she was still scared of him, there was a haze hanging around her, like a fog in her brain. Looking up at Marshall, she whined for him. Her inner omega was preening, noticing his scent as one she had been with before, not as her father. "Dad," she whined, feeling his hand wrap around hers, pulling her from the blankets. She had never called him by that title before. As ditzy as she felt, she already forgot messaging her mom, begging her to come and get her because of her heat. Ori knew what would happen when Marshall arrived home and she knew she didn't want anything to do with him.

Part of her hoped Marshall wouldn't try to help her in the way she knew he wanted to. "So.. hot.." Ori whined, having already been in her heat for a couple of hours, just sitting and sweating in her nest, in so much pain. Ori crawled towards him, resting against his chest. "D-Do you have any t-tylenol?" She knew he wouldn't have any medicine specifically for a heat, but any pain medication would help a little, for her cramping.

@ castle.

"Shh, sweet girl. You're doing real good. Gonna make sure you get better, okay?" Marshall whispered as he reached out to slide his arms around her waist, pulling Ori into his chest as she crawled toward him. It certainly wasn't something that he had thought she would want but it was becoming clear that she was desperate. Her heat had completely clouded her thoughts and he didn't mind one bit. All he wanted to do was lay Ori out and show her how good he could make her feel. That the last time they had been together was nothing compared to how she could be with him.

Lifting Ori into the air, Marshall clutched the young omega to his chest as he carried her toward the bed. Marshall laid her down, careful to push the blankets out of the way so that they wouldn't make her any hotter thank she already was. "C'mere, sweet girl. Let's get you out of these clothes. They're all sweaty. They can't feel that good, huh?" His voice was gentle as he tugged her shirt up and over her head.

His intent must have become obvious by that point and Marshall didn't care one bit. He needed her, his cock was straining against his pants as he raised to his feet.

"Present for me, 'mega," Marshall voice was rough, his hands shaking slightly as he yanked his shirt over his head. He discarded it off to the side, his mouth watering at the sight of Ori in front of him. He could practically taste her desire as it hung in the air. "Gonna give ya my knot. Gonna stretch you, fill you up," he breathed as he unbuckled his pants, shoving them down his thighs in a hurry.

Ori began trembling when Marshall moved to lift remove her clothes. "No..." she whispered, answering him. Nothing at all felt good. In the back of her mind she wanted to cry, to beg him just to give her some ibuprofen and a cold bath, but she remembered what refusing Marshall led to. A shiver ran down her body as she watched him slide his shirt over her head. This didn't feel much like the first time with Marshall. She had been much more terrified, afraid he'd hurt her. But now, she knew what was going to happen.

Slowly, she rolled over and got on her knees, finding her body was moving without her thinking much about it. Leaning her chest down lower on the bed she gathered some of the pillows for support. Ori felt disgusting, presenting for her father, but her body wanted it. Her slick was coating her thighs and she didn't think she could beg him to leave her alone if she tried. The second he mentioned knotting her, she felt her heart drop to her stomach. She knew the risks, what could happen... How would Marshall react, if he knocked up his own pup?

Her whole body was shaking, but she tried to just ignore everything. Ori could worry about all the consequences later. "Alpha," she whimpered, though it came out muffled because from hiding her face in one of the pillows. His scent was surrounding her, and it did wonders to help calm her nerves. Unlike how it had only made everything worse the first time.

@ castle.

"I know, 'mega. It's scary but I promise you're going to feel better real soon. Just relax for me, okay? Gonna help you," Marshall's reassurances repeatedly as he stepped up behind her. He knelt on the bed, reaching down to wrap his fingers around his cock. He gave a few, lazy pumps with his hand as he studied Ori's form. The sight was enough to make him shudder and lean closer to her, desperate to feel her cunt wrapped around his cock.

Ori's slick was coating her thighs. As much as she might have wanted to deny what he was about to tie her, she couldn't. There was no getting around just how desperate her cunt was for him. "That's a good omega," Marshall praised as he lined up his cock with her entrance. Marshall leaned over her, nipping at her shoulder as he sank into her warmth. He groaned, burying himself in her. He filled her, his cock filling and stretching her. "You feel so good, my sweet omega. You ready for Daddy's cock, huh?"

Marshall grunted as he started to fuck her, pulling out of her core despite the way her walls clung to him. He groaned against her skin, his fingers digging into her hips to keep her in place. "Wanna hear you say it, little omega."

.