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Summary: You find out what happens when you deviate from the norm
Pairing: dark!Timothée Chalamet x reader
Warnings: if you squint there’s knife kink, bondage (hands by rope), noncon smut 18+only, game typical murder, threats, self-sacrifice? (taking a hit for someone else), chase kink and I think that’s it? Lemme know if I missed something!
A/n: 😃😃😃 I have nothing to say. I’m posting and formatting this before work instead of eating breakfast, rip me but yay dark pron ig
This was your personal Dante’s Inferno. Your hell loop within a hell loop.
You never stopped fighting for the gate, never gave up on your teammates when you heard that awful familiar hum.
But the Thespian proved to be a quick learner. His strategies for winning improving every game. It chilled you to know his motivation was singularly driven. But with this trial came a first.
You had angered him.
Just like he had been learning and strategizing, you had decided to use his bias against him. As his ornate dagger arced towards Bill, you threw yourself into the path. Timothée’s eyes widened in his own horror as the shallow gash leaked crimson and stained your shirt.
“Y/n!” he yelled, his voice a mix of reproach and anguish. But your sacrifice had allowed Bill to disappear into the landscape.
Timothée grabbed you by the arm, snatched you close until all you could see were the thunderclouds in his eyes as he glared down at you, half his face shielded by the mask of tragedy.
“Don't you ever do that again.” He bit out every word, annunciating so you felt the weight of his anger.
Your heart was thumping even faster, like it was rushing towards your open wound. You would have struggled or even spit a smartass comment at him normally, but his hard gaze stilled your tongue. He huffed as he stepped back from you, twirling the dagger in his hand as he stalked away.
Your mind played that particular detail back a few times as you hunted down a generator.
The opportunity arose for you to pull your new stunt again as the distance between him and Meg narrowed. You flung yourself into his path but he was quicker, temper flared as he derailed his downward arc. If he had hit you again, the slash would have taken you to the ground. It would have forced him to make a decision about you. To treat you like every other survivor or go even further out of his way to treat you special. Meg was already off, taking the out you provided. His jaw was clenched tight as he took a couple steps back from you. He raised the knife level with his face as he pointed it at you.
“Go get fucking healed. Right. Now. Or I swear to that fucking thing in the sky, Y/n, I will let every one of your teammates bleed out in front of you.”
You found it was in your best interest to get healed anyway because then you could take more hits for your teammates. But the Thespian didn’t give you any more chances to play the hero.
It all ended predictably, your teammates sacrificed as you were saved for last. But your disappointment was lined with a little giddiness. You had shaken him up with this trial. Found an advantage you could use to get a leg up with him. It was just beginning. You’d find more of his weaknesses to exploit, more tallies to add to your score.
The Thespian placed your last teammate on their last hook. Before they were even offered up, he refocused his attention solely on where you stood across the field. Cool fury stained his eyes visible from even this distance. But then he did something new.
He put his mask back on.
Dread filled you, your heart thudding against your rib cage as you felt what it was like to be pursued with such vehemence by the Thespian. The dagger at his side flipping in his palm as your stomach flopped. You wouldn’t allow yourself to analyze your reaction to him.
You bolted.
He hadn't said anything the whole chase, hadn’t hummed his song or beckoned you back to him like usual. You couldn’t be entirely sure of where he was. But every time you glanced behind you or towards a sound, you saw his stalking figure and his tragedy-hidden face.
Ducking into a dilapidated building, adrenaline propelled you to vault a window. Two hands fisted your shirt from the back. Your heart leapt into your throat, blocking a useless scream. You hadn’t known he was that close.
He slung you over his shoulder with a sigh. Instead of taking you out, he took you down. Down the stairs and god how had you been so stupid to be caught near the basement? But this was another unprecedented move. You’d never had to avoid the basement in his trials before because he hardly ever sacrificed you.
This was a whole new script.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He finally spoke as he approached the circle of hooks. “To be treated like everyone else? For me to hunt you down, hurt you, put you on a goddamn hook?”
He dropped you there, reaching to grab a coil of rope randomly discarded in the room. Rougher than he’s ever handled you, he tied the rope around your wrists. Fear and uncertainty kept you cowed. The Thespian had never reacted to anyone with as much anger as he had now.
As you laid there with your hands bound, he took out his dagger and your breath hitched. Timothée paused, narrowing his eyes as he analyzed your reaction. Then he huffed a dry chuckle and cut the excess of the rope.
“I’ll explore that later.”
Too easily, he manhandled you back over his shoulder.
And then onto the hook.
You were suspended by the miniscule space between each of your wrists by the weathered rope. You were just high enough that your toe tips barely touched the creaky floorboards below.
He regarded you slowly, twirling the theater prop-turned-murder weapon point over handle in his grip while he took in your vulnerable form. Timothée threw the dagger down hard, the point burying itself in the aged wood near his feet. You flinched at the sharp thunk, heart thundering in your chest. Your eyes flitted between the dagger and him, like it was still dangerous just by proximity.
Timothée grabbed you by the face and frowned, genuinely confused. “Why is it you want me to treat you cruelly when all I want is to give you more pleasure than your body can handle?”
“I-I don’t want—.”
“You do. You think giving a pound of flesh will make you equal to these other nobodies. As if you’re not more than them. You don’t have to earn equality; some misguided solidarity with those other survivors.” His grip loosened, tracing your jawline until it resettled at the nape of your neck. Nearly eye to eye. “I treat you differently because you are different, Y/n. More. A star. My star.”
He sighed as his hands dropped to your pants, making quick work of removing them. “Yet you want to be treated like dust. Easily discarded.”
You squeezed your eyes closed at the feeling of his hands around your calves. They smoothed up your legs, kneading your thighs.
“It’s impossible for me to treat you that way, Y/n.”
A thumb coasted up your slit before pushing the lips apart. And then they were parted by his tongue. Your head shot back, hook rattling as you writhed. He draped one of your legs over his shoulder, groaning as it buried him up to his nose in your cunt. The muscles in your arms burned as you tried to lift yourself up and away from his steadfast mouth. You couldn’t do more than plant the ball of your foot on the ground but it wasn’t enough leverage to get away or even press closer. Eventually, he just lifted the other leg up onto his shoulder too. Timothée moaned blissfully, smothered by your pussy, locked in a trap of your thighs of his own making.
Diligently, he sought your orgasm and you had no choice but to give it to him. His tongue and lips worshiping your clit and the wetness dripping from your entrance. Finally, you’re completely boneless, arms sore and throat hoarse. He stood from his kneel letting you sag from weakness, unable to try anymore.
Timothée dropped his bottoms, pumping his cock a few times before he caught under your knee with the crook of his arm. You had no choice but to lift the other and wrap it around his waist to mitigate the soreness and instability.
He returned his hold to the back of your neck, staring deep into your eyes as he entered you. You couldn’t look away from the intensity he pinned you with.
“See this? This is what you should surrender to. Pleasure. Being catered to. And if a few should meet their demise just so I can have you like this, stretching you out and plying you with orgasm after orgasm, I’ll happily enjoy the hunt that leads me to it.”
“Y-you’re just a murderer.”
“Just a murderer?” He questioned as he slid out of you and back in, you bit your lip as an unbidden moan died in your throat. “I’m an artist. Sweet, Y/n, you are my motivation. My muse, my Christine.”
Timothée pressed his lips to your temple then his forehead to yours. He watched every shameful emotion you accidentally let slip over your expression as his cock dragged through your tight walls.
“why would he do that?” because this is my fic where I am in control of what I want to happen, how it happens, how the characters react. and also I made him ✨unwell✨
+18 omegaverse, fem!alpha, dark tropes, very slight dubcon that turns into con, gore, blood, animal death, slapping, tyrant Geta, scenting, knotting, biting, p in v, oral sex (m and f receiving), bondage, breeding kink, mentions of injuries, as well as very threatening dialogues, murder and allusions to murder.
wc: 14.5k
Plot: The Emperor hid his true designation since he presented thanks to a concoction he made out of the blood of Alphas, but what happens when one particular woman enters his colosseum, and he can't look away? He won't give up his throne. No mercy. There shouldn't be. So why isn't the omega inside him listening? Why did it have mercy on her?
A/N: This man is not an Alpha. No matter how people try to paint him as, he is a whimpery man, and I want to see him tear up. thank u to @andvys and @ghost-proofbaby for beta reading and also Hailey for just saying 'm-preg' on a chat and my brain went brr.
Warning before reading: Alphas have penises, being male or female. Omegas have vaginas. This does not mean they identify as the other gender they were born in, or change it at all when they present. It's a secondary gender. Reader has a cock (testicles replacing the ovaries inside), Geta a pussy (with a cocklette instead of clit).
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MERCY
Mix. Mix. Mix. Smash together. Crunch it up. Mix some more. Pour. Drink.
It was automatic at this point. The scent of herbs, the stench of iron, the dead body in the corner of his room, the blood jar that contained the remaining blood of a past dead man. The golden bowl on his table with the concoction he created, a transparent red, with an oily texture, and particles of herbs floating all around.
The emperor dipped his index and middle finger in and then rubbed the liquid in the juncture of his neck and shoulder. He made sure to smother it well, on both sides to be certain to cover it up very well. He proceeded to take more and lay it all over his wrists, leaving a red tint behind but he can cover it with his tunics. He grabbed the bowl and his nose scrunched as he raised it towards his face, the smell pungent, wooden, filled with ash as well. He opened his mouth and drank the rest of it, letting go down his throat. His stomach revolted as he put the bowl down with a slam, his breathing turning heavy as he groaned, his hand coming to cover his mouth.
No matter how many times he did this, it didn’t get any less disgusting. His bottom half cramped and he grunted, his hands slamming on the table as he held himself upright. His head turned to see the dead body that lay there, marching towards it and kicking the slashed stomach, his foot now stained with its blood.
His jaw clenched tightly as anger filled him, his body trying to betray him like it always does but he never lets it. He can’t let it. His eyes went to the face of the man’s body. He was cute, but he sadly knew too much. This stupid fucking Alpha knew too much.
Yet, he can’t help but also be thankful for him being nosy, because if he hadn’t been, he wouldn’t be able to get the blood he needs. To make that perfume that covers up his darkest secret, one his brother doesn’t remember, one that only his personal confidant doctor knows about, because if it were to get out, he would not be on the throne, and his brother is not in the best state of mind to rule by himself.
Because no Roman would bow to an Omega.
He heard a knock on the door and he closed his eyes as he turned around to grab his robe, putting it on as he headed towards the big golden framed doors, opening one to see his doctor, looking at him with a raised eyebrow, and then followed by a sniff, angering the emperor.
“Yes, you cannot be smelled, Emperor Geta.” He knows it's part of his job to make sure it actually works, but he still gets enraged when his doctor has to sniff him because it reminds him of this vulnerability of his. This forsaken misery the gods have imposed on him as if it would have stopped him from being ruler of Rome.
“Get disposed of the body. Feed it to the dogs or to the people saying it’s rhinoceros meat, I don’t care.” His voice was cold as Caius walked in with a silver trolley, closing the door behind him. His simple robes were white, one shoulder exposed with a small golden badge to hold it on the side, signaling he was part of the royal personnel.
“As you wish, dominus noster.” His doctor walked towards the body to inspect it, making a small tsk noise, making Geta’s eyebrow twitch. “You were pretty light on this one. Just slashing his stomach, his neck… Surprised to not see guts on the floor.”
“It’s getting messier to clean up, and that has to be quick, so stop talking and get to it Caius!” His voice was loud, almost scratching an ear drum, and he managed to control his whine thanks to the liquid he had prepared finally sitting in his stomach. The blood of an Alpha on his scent glands and in his system, and it’s enough to cover his omegan stench.
He has been killing the barbarian Alphas for as long as he can remember, buying them off after a game, and people thought that the Emperor loved the atrocious act of making another Alpha submit to him, taking them to his bed, an Alpha on Alpha is what his people called it. Little did they know that it was to take their blood out of their succumbed bodies after he made a mess out of them.
He was very graphic at the beginning thanks to his anger, but as clean up took longer and his brother liked visiting him in his chamber, he had to do things a little quicker now. His dear brother who, thanks to his illness, forgot about what he truly is. His Beta brother forgot his sibling was an Omega and fully believed he was an Alpha thanks to the scent the concoction gave him. The Alpha from the day before had smelled him once he got inside the room and the Emperor quickly disposed of him, but fear struck him.
He put more blood in this time, harder to swallow but maybe it has more effect than the last few mixes he did because that Alpha could smell him, even if just a bit. A recipe brought by Caius the moment Geta had presented, his mother begging for mercy from the doctor and to not give away her prodigy’s child secret. Caius, indebted to Julia for saving him from the streets, accepted the task, and through many experiments and sacrifices, he came up with this ‘medicine’.
“I’ll extract his blood back in my office. You should get ready for the games of today. I heard there is a big surprise, a new gladiator coming to prove themselves.” Caius mentioned as he grabbed the cleaver from the bottom of the trolley where many blankets waited to be drenched in the man’s blood, for when the doctor would start chopping him up in pieces in order to carry him out.
“Not a drop wasted. You hear me?” Caius nodded, the Omega bowing his head to another who pretended to be an Alpha. For being an Omega, Caius was very calm and collected, not letting his pheromones show at all, or make it known by his actions or reactions. Geta envied him. He knows that if an Alpha came along who could spark his interest he would immediately fold for them, submit in ways he wouldn’t be able to control.
He would rather kill himself than show submission to an Alpha.
He was sitting on the stone throne next to his brother, upon the closed imperial box next to the podiums where the elite Romans cheered.
Caius sat behind him wearing new robes, the general Acacius behind Caracalla with his wife next to him. Geta’s attention went to Dondas, his brother’s pet, or best friend, or he doesn’t know if he considers her a sibling at this point. The monkey was making happy noises as Caracalla fed it small treats, a giggle in his lips.
“I wonder what’s the surprise. I’ve been hearing we are going to be quite shocked, brother.” Caracalla says as he looks at Geta with a wicked smile on his face, yet excited. Geta reciprocates the gesture, his own crazed excitement building in his chest as he awaited to see how much blood might be spilled today. One of the things he liked the most was knowing that there were barbarian Omegas fighting below him sometimes, fighting for their lives, trying not to choke on their own blood after being stomped by elephants that were brought into the field.
He was a hidden omega ruler. He felt like he was a god, managing to make people worship him not knowing his true nature. His true intentions. The sick methods he has to go through in order to hide his true self. Yes, he should be considered a god among the Romans at this point.
The announcer makes the soldiers behind him blow their horns as he steps out in the announcing box, the people cheering as he raises his hands with a smile on his face. The emperors clap with grins, getting more comfortable in their thrones as they wait for the announcement.
“Welcome! Today we have a very special surprise waiting for all of you!” The crowd cheers as Geta hears Caracalla clapping excitedly, cheering loudly, making him chuckle at seeing his adrenaline. “I hear you. This is no ordinary surprise. We caught a barbarian back on the island of Corsica. One who fought with every fiber of their being, and you would be surprised, but that barbarian is the one who caused the scar on General Acacius' face!”
Geta’s eyes widened as he laughed, looking back to look at his general, who was closing his eyes in pity. The emperor didn’t understand the gesture, but the excitement didn’t lower at all in its levels. He felt his blood running hot in anticipation, the smell of excited Alphas around the podiums while there were cowering Omegas at the top balconies, the bottom of the social chain.
“He got you good, didn’t he!?” Geta snickered as Acacius looked at him, an unreadable expression lingered, and the emperor turned his head again to keep listening as he played with the rings on his right hand.
“Fighting against lions who have been starved for over two days, here are the gladiators of this day!” The crowd cheers once again as the gates slowly open for the men to come out, having very dull swords as weapons and wooden shields but then the crowd gasps and remains silent as the last one comes out, the announcer wearing a smile on his face as the imperial box sits in shock, except for the wounded General.
“What in the heavens…” Caius exclaims in shock as Geta looks wide eyed at the field below him.
“And here I give you… The first ever barbarian woman to make it to the games!”
Your walk was confident, your face clenched as you came to stand next to the other gladiators. Your sword in hand, the shield on the other, no different than the men that stood on the same patch of dirt as you did. And then, gasps, screams, yelps and whines coming from the crowd. Caracalla pinched his nose tightly as he gasped, Caius falling on his chair as he choked on his spit and then there was Geta.
Who was wide eyed in shock, his body trembling as there in the field stood a Female Alpha.
They were rare, very rare. The only Alpha woman he ever met was his aunt, who was stupidly judged, and exiled from the city. But that was not the only thing that made his breath cut short. It was the fact that he felt his body shake aggressively, his skin starting to profusely sweat in seconds and his breathing became elaborate as he stood up from his throne.
He felt his throat closing up on him the more he got of you, your scent too potent even from this distance. What were you? Were you a prime Alpha? Those were rare, and for you to be one, a woman, it shouldn’t be, it couldn’t. He saw how you were staring at the crowd who was still silent as they looked upon you, the men next to you fidgeting in fear as you all waited for the game to start.
And suddenly, wind picked up softly, Geta felt his robes moving thanks to it, not paying any mind as he kept looking your way. The wind slowly got to you, and your nostrils flared up in an instant. Geta saw how your eyes widened, how you lowered your sword as you slowly turned your head until it finally landed on him. Your eyes clashed with his and for the first time in his life–
‘SUBMIT.’
He fell back on his throne as he clutched his chest, Caius immediately getting up to kneel next to the emperor, seeing how Geta was sweating all over, making the doctor anxious as he whispered to him.
“You are washing away the medicine. What is going on, our lord?” But the emperor could not speak as he breathed heavily, looking down at you as your eyes stood fixated on him. The smell got worse. It was as if the dirt was burning, as if there were wine being spilled all over him. He felt his body growing hotter and then, you took a step towards the imperial box.
And the horns blew off.
“Let the game begin!” And Geta wanted to yell to stop it. Yell to cancel this game but– what would his excuse be? His head turned to Caius who was still looking at him worriedly. Caracalla leaned over with a worried frown and teary eyes.
“Are you okay, brother?” Geta gulped and nodded, trying to dismiss it as something trivial.
“Y-Yes, it caught me off guard.” His brother gave a nod and then smiled back into the field. A loud cheer was let out from him as the gates for the lions started to be pulled up. Geta’s eyes snapped towards the gates as he saw the lions roar loudly, hungry for the people that were on the field, leaping out at quick speed.
His face contorted in worry as your eyes snapped to look towards the animals that were going to pounce on all of you. The first gladiator took a bite to the head as a lion lept towards him, while another one was able to cut a lion’s belly as he ducked when the beast jumped over him. The field became a bloodbath but the crowd’s eyes as well as the emperor’s never left your figure.
You were enraged, your movements aggressive as you stabbed, slashed, ducked, jumped over these beasts and no one was realizing you were doing this while getting closer to the imperial box. Every time you got closer, a lion came to attack you. You were covered in blood as the minutes went by, only three people remaining in the field out of the ten that got in, and two more lions.
One of the men got a bite out of his side and took the opportunity to stab the animal in the head, while the last lion attacked the man that was standing next to you, biting the middle of his stomach as he screamed in agony. You jumped on top of the lion’s back, the beast roaring loudly in distaste as you growled in a low and threatening demeanor, making the lion suddenly whimper. The crowd gasped as they witnessed how the lion slowly lost its struggle as you hissed loudly.
Geta could only stare as he trembled, the sound of your growl having sent electricity shocks all over his body, his hands gripping the armrests’ edge tightly, his knuckles turning white. Your eyes fixated on him again as the lion gave another roar, jerking upwards as it got out of the trance you put him in.
The emperor stood up as he leaned towards the balcony’s edge, worry showing in his features when the lion started thrashing around with you on top of him. You held tightly around his neck, your arms coming together to begin a chokehold on the beast, the alpha pheromones making the entire crowd almost kneel in their place, even the Alphas. He wonders if the Omegas at the top had to be escorted out by now.
Your right hand gripped your left elbow tightly as you used your entire strength to choke the animal that was now struggling more and more, throwing itself on the floor, rolling to try to get you off of it but you didn’t let it, even if your body fell to the sides, your arms never left its neck. You growled loudly as you bared your teeth, clamping onto the lion’s right ear and biting down fiercely. The animal roared in pain as you yanked and tore it all off, making it lose the air in its lungs thanks to the noise it had to make, slowly starting to wobble on its feet.
The crowd stood in silence as the lion finally tumbled to the ground leaving you panting on top of it. You slowly let go of your arms, unwrapping them from around the animal’s neck as you stood up again, grabbing the sword from the ripped-apart Omega the lion was eating before you jumped on top of it. Making sure it’s dead, you stabbed the animal’s head with it, and let the sword stay there as you finally looked up to see the imperial box, spitting the ear away.
Geta was gulping as he felt his thighs start to be covered in slick. He had to run away but his eyes were fixated on you, wanting to jump down from the balcony to rush to you, to kneel in front of you, to let himself be claimed once and for all. Why you? Why a woman? Why?
‘Submit. SUBMIT.’
The voice in his head was loud, knowing it was his omega side betraying him after all these years. The gate opened again to reveal soldiers coming out, ready for the emperor’s orders.
“MERCY! MERCY! MERCY!” He suddenly heard the crowd start cheering and he looked all over, at every single Alpha yelling for him to have mercy on this… woman. His eyes went back to you as you stared back at him, with blown out pupils, nose flaring and he knew you knew. He knew you could smell him despite it all. He knew you knew he was an Omega, and you were trying to make him submit to you.
He raised his trembling fist up, putting his thumb right in the middle. You have to die. You have to die right now. No one can know about him. You will destroy him because he knows you will tell everyone. He knows you will give his secret away. He has to kill you. He has to fucking let those soldiers rip you to shreds.
Caius was staring at the emperor as well as all the people that sat in the same box, waiting for his decision. The doctor knew something was going on. He never saw the emperor react this way, ever, and he could only guess it had to do with the Alpha barbarian standing in front of the imperial box with the blood of animals all over her as she breathed heavily while looking at Geta. Could it be?
“MERCY, MERCY, MERCY!”
‘Submit. Submit. Submit.’
“MERCY, MERCY, MERCY!”
‘Mate. Mate. Mate.’
His hand trembled. His finger was shaking as it remained in the middle. He has to kill you. Your guts have to fill the floor below you, make you learn your place. He doesn’t care if you're an Alpha. He doesn’t care. You have to fucking die.
And his thumb went upwards as the crowd cheered.
He was pacing back and forth in Caius’ office as the doctor looked through a book.
“There has to be an explanation! You’re my doctor so you can save me and protect me if anything were to happen to me!” Geta’s voice was strained as he felt his body burning all over, the medicine the doctor had prepared not helping at all as slick kept sliding down his legs, not being able to stop it.
“I am looking, but I cannot find anything. These are signs of heat.”
“But your suppressant things always help! They always help Caius!” He was borderline pathetically about to cry.
“Gods, I understand, trust me boy, I do! I don’t know why you got affected by that Alpha–”
“It doesn’t matter, because I’m planning on killing her tonight.” Caius' eyes widened, getting up from his chair so he could approach the emperor with shock on his face.
“She is now a known face around your loyal subjects. Even the Omegas cheered for her today. You will not be liked if you decide to kill her–”
“She knows.” That made the doctor stand frozen. How could you? You were so far away from them. You weren’t a prime alpha. He noticed it because he did not get afflicted as much as the emperor did. Prime Alphas make all omegas in their radius fall to their knees, and the only one that was about to crumble was Geta.
“How…?” The emperor shook his head, not knowing how to answer for he did not know. He doesn’t know how you managed it. Even over his homemade scent blocker that no one ever was able to break through, and over the immense distance the two of you had between each other.
“I will kill her tonight. I already bought her and they’re bringing her to my chamber and cuffing her to the bed.” Caius could only reluctantly nod at the emperor’s orders, sighing.
“I will prepare the medical kit–”
“Alone.” Caius’ eyes widened, shaking his head furiously.
“No! You cannot be alone with an Alpha like that! We don’t know why you are weak to their scent and–” Geta pushed the doctor away from him, to then slap him right across the face. The emperor breathed heavily as Caius held his cheek in shock, looking back at the man before him. Anger filled the slapped Omega, giving Geta a slow bow. “As you wish.”
“I will call on you if I need help. So stay behind the doors.” He ordered his doctor and said man only bowed once more, making the emperor straighten up and fix his night robe, chest showing until his happy trail poked from the bottom of it. He took a deep breath in as he felt his heart hammering in his chest. He walked out of Caius’ office, with the doctor following right behind him. They quickly moved to avoid guards from smelling the Emperor. They passed by Caracalla’s room, who was put to sleep by raw chamomile herbs Caius gave him so he wouldn’t wake up in any way in the night.
He stopped in his tracks when he was outside his own chambers. He could smell you. He could smell your potent Alpha stench, overpowering everything around you, and he felt his knees tremble underneath him. He shouldn’t go in. He should go in at least with Caius so he could help take care of you, but the thought of someone seeing you like that made him want to growl. His mouth trembled as he felt his heart about to implode in itself, the hammering of it against his chest almost painful.
“I will be out here, dominus.” Geta turned to look at him and gave him one single nod, handing him the key to the chains that held his door together.
“Open it once I tell you it is done, or if I need help. Got it?” The doctor gave the emperor an understanding nod, and proceeded to sit on the bench that was placed next to the entrance of his room. Geta took a deep breath in and stared at the handle of his door, his hand reaching to grab it, shaking as he felt the slick gushing out of him the more he smelled you.
He held the air in and pushed the door open. The scent was now stronger, way stronger than before, and it made him want to stumble back from the power of it. He closed the door behind him and he heard the chains moving, knowing Caius had locked them inside. His head turned to walk into the dimly lit room by the candles, his big bed right in the middle with golden bedposts and sheets draping from the edges of it.
You were lying there in the middle, hands cuffed with iron prison cuffs on his bed posts, arms spread as your back rested against the headboard. Your head was hung low and he heard how you took a sharp breath in before slowly lifting your gaze up at him. His legs almost gave up on him as your eyes settled on him, his neck sweating as he gulped loudly. Your face and body were cleaned, wearing just a hitched-up tunic over you, but–
His eyes widened when he saw the tent you had on your bottom half.
A dark chuckle was heard in the room, his eyes flying to meet yours once again. You looked feral, yet he couldn’t help to think you were the most beautiful alpha he had ever seen in his entire life. He licked his lips as he slowly approached the bed, just small steps, and your eyes traveled to his exposed chest and back to his face.
“Nice to meet you, lord.” Your voice was mockingly sweet, yet with sarcasm filled all over. He wanted to kiss your lips to see if he could taste your voice, but he had to keep a straight face and a stoic mind. He had one task tonight, and he had to complete it. He couldn't fail.
“Name.” You stared at him for a long while, your mind not moving, and his eyes were big in frustration, his teeth slowly baring. “NAME!”
You wanted to laugh because of the false Alpha tone he tried to use, but you humored him, telling him your name.
“Why did you buy me off?” Geta rounded the bed, standing far still as he cocked his head your way.
“Because I have to kill you.” At his words, you let out a loud cackle, your head hitting the headboard behind you. Geta’s eyes were wide and in shock as he saw how your laughter slowly lowered as seconds passed.
“Oh, really? Why is that?”
“Because I say so.” His response was short, but a smile was kept on your lips as your head tilted to look at him with an incredulous look in your face.
“Are you sure it is just for that reason… Omega?”
He choked on his own breath as he felt a punch, a cramp happening in his belly. It was painful, yet it caused more slick to gush down his legs, stumbling backwards from just a mere word you said to him. Something no one ever called him before, not even his own mother. Your eyes were piercing through him and he felt his body burning as he grabbed a sword from the weapon rack and marched towards you, pressing the tip of it on your throat.
“You know too much. I have to kill you, you dumb stupid Alpha!” You chuckled, feeling the tip of the pointy metal on your skin.
“How did you do it?” You asked and he huffed, shaking his head. You closed your eyes and he saw how you took a sniff out of the air, a smirk appearing on your lips. “Alpha blood. Ingenious.”
“Good job on finding that out you filth. And I don’t know if you’re dumb or a knothead like all Alphas are, but you do realize why I need to kill you now, don’t you?” He tried to make his voice sound authoritative, hating how it didn’t sound at all like yours even if you were a woman. Your voice was strong, made to obey. Your laughter made every joint of his become pliant, wanting to just get on the bed and on top of you, take what he wanted from you.
“No, you won’t.” Your laughter ceased, only glaring at him and he snarled, pressing the tip even harder against your skin, pricking it and letting blood flow out.
“An emperor does not give out empty threats you damned slug! Why do you believe I won’t, huh!? What makes you believe I will have any mercy for you right now?” And a confident smile spread on your lips and it made his belly cramp once again as his eyebrows twitched at your stance.
“Because you want me, Omega. You want me to taste you, take that purity away from you, knot you and breed you until your womb takes.” Your statements made his palms sweat, his body convulsing as the heat spread all over him, his eyes becoming glossed over as he stared at you, and his hand lost its strength, making the sword fall down and onto the floor.
Out of nowhere, you lifted your body off the headboard, ripping your hands away from the cuffs. His eyes were wide as he saw blood coming down your forearms, the skin around your wrists now teared thanks to the friction of getting your hands out of those constricting iron bracelets. He didn’t notice you had been slowly wiggling your way out of them and, how could he have been so naive?
You kneeled up, grabbing the back of his head, getting hold of his scalp and hair in a tight and painful grip that made him yelp. He tried breaking free, but his strength was not there. He huffed in pain as you threw him on the bed, making him bounce on it and the moment he did, he felt your scent ten times stronger. You have been sweating over his sheets, and– Fuck– Fuck, he could smell your precum. He could smell it.
“No–! Let go!” You growled at the Omega’s defiance when you straddled him over his hips, and for the first time in his life, Geta shut up. His eyes were wide as he looked at how your hands immediately grabbed onto the string of his robes and pulled. He gasped and was about to yell only for a choke to escape him when he felt you punch him right in the stomach, a wave of nausea washing over him.
“Don’t underestimate the strength of an Alpha in a semi-rut, Omega.” His robes opened, falling on his sides and your eyes raked over him as he held his stomach, coughing from the punch you gave him.
“Damn you…” You weren’t listening to him, and his eyes followed yours, and he realized you were looking at his loincloth, how drenched it was thanks to his slick, and he clenched around nothing at all as he smelled how aroused you were, a twitch happening on the tent over the skirt of your tunic.
“How threatening…” Your hand grabbed onto one of his wrists, his body trying to make him go limp for you, to submit, but he cannot let it, so his legs start kicking up, trying to get you off him, which only made you laugh as your grip around his wrist tightened, fingers digging into his flesh. “-- An Omega in heat is as strong as a thread of silk.”
Geta’s body was reddened, the burning of his blood becoming unbearable each second that passed. You were strong, very strong, or like you said, he was weak at this point. He let his instincts decide your fate, and he shouldn’t have trusted them. He shouldn’t have trusted his stupid instincts because they were clearly in your favor. He delivered a swat to your face with his free hand, which you dodged easily, an unamused look on your face as you stared him down. Your eyebrow twitched at how much he was moving around as you tried to put his wrist over his head.
“Stop moving or I'll cut your legs off.” Your voice was low, a tone that was never used on him before, something that made his insides turn in delight, in disgust, in excitement, in shame. His body fell limp beneath you as he tried to make it listen to him again, but his mind was clouded for a few seconds, tears filling his eyes from the sudden need. The sudden need of you.
You put his hands over his head, tying them together with the sling of his robe, and then tied the end of it to one of the cuffs you got yourself out from. Your eyes went towards your own wrists, seeing the open wounds, your raw flesh exposed as it stung slightly. You would have to take care of it later, and the emperor’s eyes followed your sight to see the wounds you provoked on yourself.
Your eyes widened when you heard a small whine. It was very small, and short, but it was enough for your ear to pick up the sound. Geta’s face was that of shock, not knowing where the sound had come from, nor why he did it against his own will.
“Aw… does someone care for their Alpha?” That made Geta’s anger arise despite the arousal and the slick gushing out of his cunt. A cunt he hid for so many years, putting items in his loincloth to make it pretend he had a bulge. A cunt that is now clenching over nothing as it begs to be touched for the first time, and not by just anyone. You. It wants you. He hissed, baring his teeth at you as he yanked on the binds you put on his wrists.
“You are not my Alpha! I have no Alpha! Never will!” That made your face twitch with distaste, your nose scrunching up slightly but then you let out a small chuckle, catching his attention.
“Oh, but I am. And you are my Omega, and if you think that I’m going to let you walk out of this room a virgin and unbred, you are greatly mistaken, my lord.”
‘Submit.’
“No– No–! CAIUS! CAIUS!!!” He started screaming as the voice in his mind became loud, and consistent, making his body grow weaker and the slick between his legs thicker. He yelled for his doctor, but he heard no chains being opened. He heard nothing, making his heart plummet to the pit of his stomach. You looked over your shoulder and back down at him with a twisted smile.
“It seems someone ditched you, my emperor.”
‘Mate. Mate. Mate.’
“No, no, no, no– I worked too hard– No!” He kept screaming his doctor’s name, and you just watched him, waiting for his vocal cords to fail on him, for him to grow tired. His arms were still fighting, his legs trying to kick you off still, and you pressed yourself harder onto his hips, right on his pained belly. His voice cut off, making him grunt as he threw his head back at the feeling of pressure on his cramps.
“You can’t fight it. You were mine the moment I stepped into that field, as well as I became yours.” Those words made him look at you, his eyes connecting with yours and a shock of electricity rushed through both of your bodies, a sweat of pleasure washing over as a moan came out of your lips and his. His legs stopped moving, falling limp on the bed as he breathed heavily, his hivemind slowly taking over, his rationality being thrown out a balcony in the lapse of minutes. Everything he worked for, all of his resolve, was rendered to nothing in these few moments he spent with you.
“I– I should kill you…” You shook your head at him, a grin on your lips.
“Let me show you why you shouldn’t.” Geta felt his skin as if acid had been thrown on it. It was burning him, painfully, but with pleasure. He had never experienced a proper heat because of how much he rejected his designation, and he is still wondering how did you of all people manage to trigger it.
He gasped when you leaned forward, pressing your lips on his chest, your tongue lolling out to lick some of his sweat away, a pleased moan residing in your throat. He whimpered, trying to hold the stupid and pathetic moan in, just by you licking him. You licked your lips before placing another kiss to his collarbone, then moving up to his neck, your nose grazing his mating gland for just a second, but it was enough for the emperor to flinch in fear, your head snapping to look at him.
“No– No, don’t–”
“No need to fear me… I won’t. But you will want it by the end of this.” He wanted to scoff and deny your words, but as soon as your mouth pressed against his pulse point, he was rendered speechless, choking on his spit as his eyes rolled to the back of his skull. He could feel your lips, your tongue licking all over, your teeth nibbling on him, tasting every little piece of skin that you could. He suddenly felt you sucking on his flesh, making his eyes snap open, his body wiggling underneath you.
“No marks! Don’t you dare in the hells mark me!” At his defiance, you growled, your teeth clamping on the side of his throat, and he cried out of pain, fear, your teeth way too close to his mating gland. You were not going to listen to him, adamant to keep up the intention of making him yours. You pulled away from him, looking down at his face, your lips stained red because of the blood you drew from the bite.
“Don’t you dare order me.”
“I am the Emperor… I can command anyone to kill you in just a second! You should fear me, not defy me, much less–” His voice was cut short when your hand immediately wrapped around his throat, his arms yanking against the bindings you made, trying to set free as he choked on your hold, his legs kicking up behind you, but your strength– it was too great.
“Don’t threaten me, Omega. You are talking way too much for someone who is pinned on the bed with no way of protecting himself at all.” He whined underneath your hold, and then he winced when he felt a cramp punch him right in his bottom half. They were getting worse each second that passed and his mind was losing oxygen because of your hold. You immediately let go of him, and he choked for air as you stared down at him.
“You’re… You’re crazy.” He spat out with venom. He hated you. He hated you. He wanted to kill you. He wanted to rip your chest open to take your heart out. He wanted to dip his hand in the middle of your stomach to take your intestines out… He hated you. He hated that he wanted you. He hated the fact you were making his slick come out in quantities he never experienced before. He hated that he wanted you to take his purity away.
He hated that he wanted to submit his Omega to your Alpha.
“You’re one to talk, now shut the hell up.” Your mouth went back down to kiss his chest, making him groan as you kissed your way towards his left nipple. He gasped as your mouth enveloped it, your tongue flicking the nub over and over again until it perked up. He whimpered as his body trembled at each flick, not expecting it to feel this good. He had touched himself, but he was untouched by others. The concubines were a fake, a show he put on to make him more believable, to make his facade the more believable.
He wanted to protest but his mouth did not move because his body was succumbing to what you were making him feel for the very first time. Your mouth went to his right nipple to give him the same attention you gave the left one and his back arched slightly off the bed, making you chuckle underneath your breath. You were loving his reactions, and he knew you were because your excitement could be detected through your arousal. He knew his bed sheets would have to be burnt in the morning… if he survived until then.
Your lips started trailing down as your body moved, crawling backwards as you kissed his navel, making him jerk from the sensation, goosebumps being displayed all over his arms and chest. You licked around his belly button, and he whined at the strange feeling, not knowing he was sensitive in that area at all, but then his eyes widened when he felt your body wiggling itself in between his legs, trying to spread them apart but he did his best to keep them closed.
A warning growl came from you and his body acted against his will as his legs spread open for you to finally slot yourself in the middle, your fingers hooking on the edge of his cloth and he held his breath in. The only one who had ever touched him there for inspection had been Caius to check on his health and overall look of it. His body trembled in anticipation, nerves, fear, excitement, lust - he no longer knew, yet, you didn’t pull his cloth down, your lips pressing against his left inner thigh.
Were you trying to calm him down?
He felt the air becoming lighter, as if a weight had been taken off his chest, a weight he didn’t know was there at all. He could breathe more easily now, and he realized you had released soothing pheromones in the air for him. He didn’t know what you wanted anymore. You looked like you were going to take what you wanted no matter what he said, yet you also acted like he was the most delicate flower there was.
“Calm.” It was authoritative, but not like the other times. He felt like there was no threat behind the voice, but rather a warm blanket of a caring emotion. He wanted to laugh at that statement. You had punched him in the stomach for him to stop struggling, there is nothing caring about this. Yet–
He gasped when you licked the slick that was stuck on his inner thighs, and a pleasured growl vibrated throughout the whole room. You were tasting him. Someone was tasting him for the very first time and he didn’t think this day would ever come. He assumed he would have died a virgin for the sole purpose to rule until the end of his days. Rule. He has to rule. His mind snapped back into reality for a second, finding his voice once again.
“Y– You can’t–” He didn’t want to stop, his body didn’t want you to stop, but what about the rest? Everything he struggled with, everything he had to do to be where he is right now, all being thrown down into a pit of snakes because of you, because of your goddamn existence.
“I can, I will and you won’t be able to stop screaming for me, Omega.” He snarled at the name, not wanting to be called that, he wasn’t used to it, no matter how right his body told him it was, his mind could not fathom it. Your fingers hooked on the edges of his cloth once more and you started taking them off, making him gulp loudly as he felt the coldness of the room hit him right on his wet cunt, sending shivers all over his body.
You had your eyes closed, nose flaring aggressively as you took off this piece of fabric. He saw you throwing the loincloth away, and you finally opened your eyes, staring at the untouched cavity no one had the pleasure to be in or taste before. A place that was never to be seen by others, touched, or defiled. Your breathing grew elaborate as you smelled him. You smelled the slick dripping down towards the crack of his ass and down to his robe that you never got to take off.
His eyes looked down towards your tunics, the tent still up, and his head started to wander. What size could it be? Do female Alphas have the same size? Smaller? Thinner? His curiosity is there, he wants to know, but he knows he shouldn’t because the moment he sees your member he is probably going to submit completely and he is not ready for that. Not yet.
“You are pretty. The gods have really blessed you with it.” Your voice was anything but sarcastic or with venom. It was honest, and you almost sounded drunk. He wiggled slightly underneath you, feeling the embarrassment of being watched so intensely for the first time. Watched with another intent than just giving him a medical check-up.
“S-Stop. I didn’t ask for it. If it were for me I would have never chosen it!” His voice was loud, high pitched, and his hands yanked once more, feeling his arms growing tired from being in the air for a while now. You were still looking down at his center, completely out of it, high off of his scent. You slowly bent down, laying on your stomach as you positioned your face right in front of his entrance. He was wide-eyed, staring at the ceiling, not knowing what to do in this situation.
He felt a cold air sharply brushing over his small cocklette. He looked down to see you blowing over him, sending shivers all over his body, and goosebumps on his legs and arms. You didn’t react to him, your mouth still agape as you stared at his core. You closed your eyes as you took a sharp intake of his smell, and then exhaled, opening your eyes again to lock them with his own. His breath hitched in his throat, wanting to fight back, wanting to push you off, but his body was betraying him. After all these years, his body is retaliating back.
He threw his head back when he felt your tongue sharply lick from the bottom of his slit, to the top, and then flick his cocklette in one movement. A gasp got stuck in his throat at the new sensation. What was that? He could have been feeling that all this while, and he was willing to never know about this for the sole purpose of keeping his throne?
Yes. Yes, he was.
“Stop–” He needed you to stop because if you didn’t, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from calling out to you. To call out for you.
“No. This is mine.” You said in a growl, surprising him with how possessive you sounded. How brutal that statement was, yet it wasn’t unpleasant to him even if he wanted to feel it was. Before he could answer, his back arched upwards, his mouth falling open as you started circling his cocklette with the tip of your tongue, to then take it into your mouth.
“Damn you–” He clenched his teeth together as he held in his sounds of pleasure, trying to focus on not enjoying it, focus on his throne, focus on rome. But it was hard to do when you were slurping him as if he were the ambrosia Demeter promised Demophon of Athens. And he was. To you he was even more than that, more delightful, as if you were tasting all constellations. You let go of his cocklette with a pop, drool already pooling at the corner of your mouth.
“You taste delightful… delicious… remarkable.” Your tongue lolled out to lick a strip all over his slicked up folds. His body trembled beneath you, your hands on his inner thighs to keep them separated, and for him to not have a surge of power and clamp them together over your head.
“Ngh–” He was holding back his moans, the more you licked, the more he sweat and the more scent he was exuding. He didn’t want to give in to the pleasure. He didn’t want to give in to you. He didn’t want to yet his body was reacting, and betraying him over and over again and he couldn’t stop it. He couldn’t stop you. He couldn’t stop this.
You kept licking, tasting, ravishing him with your tongue in ways he never thought he would experience. This was never supposed to happen in his entire life and yet, there you were, between his legs, eating his biggest secret. And he was loving it. His body was absolutely ecstatic of feeling like this for the first time in its life and his mind was slipping away each lick of yours, each sucking on his cocklette.
He gasped as his back arched off the bed when your tongue entered him. He didn’t know what to think of it, feeling you inside, feeling something inside for the first time in his life aside from his own fingers. He whimpered as he felt you swirling around inside of him, your moans vibrating against his core, and he could hear your slurping as he felt more slick coming out of him.
You were addicted, and he could smell how much you were enjoying him. He wanted to hate it, hate the fact you were enjoying yourself so much, but no… he was so happy. He wanted to chirp for the first time in his life, knowing you… an Alpha, was aroused by pleasuring him. That you were finding him delicious. That you wanted to make him climb into those mountains of pleasure no one ever took him before, and much less reach the very peak of them.
You pulled away with a gasp for air, and he lifted his head to look down at you, seeing how you licked all over your lips, still looking at his center with blacked out eyes. His legs trembled as his belly twirled around with need for more, a rope that was slowly becoming tighter with the intent of snapping apart.
“The gods were so good to you… making you this delicious, and only for me to taste.” Your voice was sultry and as if you were not entirely there. It was low, with the hint of a purr in the background of it and Geta’s skin grew goosebumps because again, he was delighted to hear an Alpha purr for him. Yet, a bit of his rational mind, or what he thought was rational, remained.
“I never asked for it–” His eyes widened when he felt your middle finger running along his slit, wetting it with his slick. He tensed up, clenching on nothing as nerves and fear overtook him for a second, yanking on his arms once again. He felt you kiss his right inner thigh and then a purring voice.
“I am going to take care of you… relax.” His omega does as told instantly, relaxing for you as he slumped back on the bed, not knowing how tense his entire body got. You hummed in approval, pushing your finger in, slowly, letting him engulf you at his pace. His mouth fell agape, his head falling back on the pillow underneath him. He felt you invaded him, a stranger, and he should hate it. He should hate it just like he always thought he would have and yet, he wants to moan out your name.
He wants to call out for you.
His belly cramped in pleasure, and he heard a chuckle coming from you, but he didn’t have the strength in him to retort at you, or to snap like he always does. You let him adjust around your finger for a second before pulling out and pushing back in again. The feeling was foreign coming from another person, and much more when it was an Alpha. It was as if the pleasure was heightened. As if he had an aphrodisiac injected into him, and he could only blame his heat for this.
You started thrusting your middle finger in and out of him, and his body flushed all over, heat engulfing him from head to toe, burning him as if he were inside an iron bull. His eyes closed as he fought to keep his mouth closed, but it was getting harder and harder to keep his noises in. You felt him slick your finger, making it so easy to slip in and out of him, so you decided to add your ring finger, slowly, pushing it next to your other one and the Emperor gasped, a strangled small moan escaping him for the first time in the night.
“What a good Omega. If it feels good, you have to let yourself enjoy it, pretty one.” He whined at your words, but still he wanted to listen to you as you started pumping your fingers in and out of him. Small little pants escaped him as his body moved slightly, up and down on the bed thanks to your thrusts. The rope started getting tighter and he wanted to curse the hells for making his body this way. It was all because of your designations, it’s just because of that reason only.
His walls started fluttering around you, and his legs trembled, letting you feel the reaction with your free hand which was still gripping his inner thigh, nails digging into the flesh. Your hips were rubbing against the mattress below you, trying to get friction and your growls of need started vibrating on every single wall of the room. Your cock had fully come out, and you needed to knot the Omega below you before your semi-rut makes you go insane.
You curled your fingers upwards at the same time you engulfed his cocklette into your mouth, sucking eagerly and feeling some of his slick coming out of the tip of it. He let out a cry of pleasure as he felt something weird. It was different and it felt too good. You were rubbing something deep within him that he had never felt in his entire life. Was this his heat? It was making his belly cramp as his orgasm got closer and closer, ready to unravel him in front of you.
You kept slurping on him as your fingers increased their pace in short and quick movement, abusing that soft spot inside of him that was making him tremble underneath you, trying to move around, not knowing what to do with his body. He knew his scent was a mix of emotions, but he didn’t know what to think of this. It was a pleasure he never felt in his life, and his moans were now unrestrained, making you purr against him.
“W– What is– Oh, I’m–” You hummed against him, urging him to finally let go on you, to let himself get washed away in a tsunami of pleasure. A pleasure you are giving him.
The constellations flashed over his eyes as his back arched off the bed, his wrists yanking against the restraints as his thighs wanted to clamp on anything because he felt he was on fire down there, clamping around your fingers like a vice. His belly burnt and tightened as his climax crushed through him and his mouth opened, ready to call out for you for who you were. But his own gush of slick cut him off, surprising him as his cries were heard around the room.
You took everything he gave you from his cocklette, gulping it all down as you slowed your fingers, helping him ride his orgasm out. He was having some spasms as you felt him unclench around you, slowly pulling your mouth and fingers away from him. He let his body fall slump on the bed, and you saw how his chest went up and down with heavy breaths. You looked down at his center, your tongue licking all the slick that was coming out from his orgasm.
“So delicious, damn you…” You mumbled into him as he twitched, little whimpers of overstimulation escaping him. He felt his sight slowly coming back to him, and he didn’t understand why but… he wasn’t satisfied. His belly started hurting again and he realized that he wasn’t going to ever be until he was knotted. He needed a knot… your knot.
Your ministrations were cut off when you heard a small sob coming from above you. You immediately pulled away from him, crawling up his body, both hands now resting on each side of his head as you looked down at him. He was whining, tears running down his eyes, his charcoal liner leaving dark streaks from the corner and towards his ears. Your hand reached over, slowly touching his cheek only for him to hiss and shove his head away from you.
“You… You are just going to take it…” You tilted your head at him, confused. Your arousal was interrupted with worry and he didn’t understand why you were acting this way when all you wanted was to break him.
“Take it…? Your vir–”
“My throne. You– You are going to take my throne…” His tears started rolling down once again as he shook his head. “You are going to reveal who I am, and it will be over for me, and–”
He gasped when he felt your lips on his forehead, a surge of calmness washing over him. He could smell your scent, a warm and kind fire. The scent of lemongrass all around him, something he didn’t smell on you before. You pulled away as you shook your head at him, his mind reeling with confusion.
“I don’t want your throne.”
“What? Don’t you dare jester me–”
“I just want you, Omega. We are destined.” At those words, Geta’s eyebrows pinched right in the middle, not understanding what you were saying at all.
“What are you saying?” You chuckled, a genuine smile on your lips, despite all that hard exterior you had shown him all night and at the games, making his body tremble slightly underneath you.
“We are scent mates. You were the only scent in my life to trigger a small rut and it seems I am the only one who could trigger a heat on you, despite any method you took to avoid them and suppress them.”
The Emperor was stunned at your words. Was there something like that in the world? He never heard of it before, and Caius didn’t either because he didn’t find anything on that subject. Scent mates… then, it means he cannot leave you. He cannot kill you. He cannot make you leave because he doesn’t want to. He can’t.
“Y– You… how… I don’t– I don’t want to give up my throne–”
“And you won’t. Make me your second general in command. I am a very respected Alpha back in my city, and I have an army of three thousand barbarians.” He blinked a few times up at you, his mind blank as it slowly started filling with warmth and with some clarity. His hivemind started to take control of him the more he heard you talk.
“You want… to give me your army?” You nodded at that, your hand reaching out to rub his cheek once again and this time he didn’t pull away, letting you rub against his skin, his eyes closing as his chest warmed up to the feeling.
“Protecting you is my number one priority. If you want to rule as an Alpha or an Omega, it’s your choice, but I will stand behind you, not in front of you, my Omega. I would never forsake you.”
And his body felt as if it were laying on clouds. It felt as if he was enveloped in warm comforters crafted by the olympus with gold linen all over the seams. Your eyes showed honesty, and he could smell that you were in fact being truthful to him. Why didn’t you start with that? Why didn’t you begin with those words so he could fully enjoy you? To let him fully succumb to this heat and the need to mate with you?
“Protect me… Alpha.” He saw your body tremble, a strangled moan choking you up as he saw your eyes turn deep black once again. “Untie me.”
You looked down at him for a few seconds, your breaths starting to become heavier as your mind started slipping away into a knothead rut. You managed to let a shaky breath out of your lips as your hands reached over to untie him, struggling a little thanks to the trembling of your fingers. His gaze was stuck on your face, his chest going up and down as he breathed heavily, feeling the string of his robe coming undone, his wrists burning from the friction, but he no longer cared.
His arms immediately wrapped around your shoulders, his face flushing with rosy cheeks as you looked down on him. He didn’t know what to do, but his instincts were telling him to try and lunge forward, do something, and gladly, you realized and took that initiative for him. Your lips clashed on his and he immediately whimpered in ecstasy, feeling a current of electricity running through his bones as your arms wrapped around him.
His hands started going down towards your neck, feeling how hot your skin was, basking on being able to finally touch you. Your lips moved desperately on eachother, sloppy, messy, filled with drool and tongue. It makes your length twitch underneath your tunics, making you groan. Your hips connected with his middle, and you both moaned into each other’s mouths as you started slowly swaying back and forth on him.
He could feel you. It was big from what he could guess, and his core slicked all over at the thought of getting knotted by you. Never in his life he thought he would hear those words in his head. His cocklette was being rubbed in the most delicious of ways, making him whimper and groan in your mouth. Your moans were sweet, deep, and in need, and he cannot believe his destined Alpha would be a woman. He never thought of the possibility of there ever being a destined person, or a scent mate in his life. He was never taught that or no one ever gave him a slight mention of it.
But it seems that’s because of royalty. You came from a city filled with legends, old tales, no one to rule over you. A community being a community. He doesn’t understand it.
You pulled away from him, kneeling up and undoing the string in the middle of your tunics. He was staring at you, rising up on his elbows to take a better look at you as you pulled the fabric up and away from you, revealing you had no underwear on yourself. That’s why he could feel you so harshly. His eyes widened when he saw you, all ready, throbbing, hard, large, and with precum coming out of your tip.
And his mouth salivated.
He whimpered as his eyes turned glossy, fully sitting up, his body acting on pure impulse and desire. He leaned forward, tongue lolling out, to tentatively lick the tip of your lenght. You choked on a growl, both hands coming to cover your mouth. He could sense the spike of arousal in you, and he could taste it on his tongue as more precum oozed out of you. He smirked, looking up at you while his hand engulfed your base.
“So pretty for me, Alpha.” And you were. You were beautiful. Your breasts, your perky nipples waiting for his mouth, for his touch. Your pupils completely engulfing the irises of your eyes. You were perfect. A perfect Alpha and just for him. He saw you shiver and he heard you whimper for the first time in the night, the roles reversing for a split second.
“Please…” You moaned out, and he looked back down at your throbbing shaft that bobbed for attention on his face. He didn’t know how to do this. He wasn’t skilled, he had no experience, but god, does he want to satisfy his Alpha with everything he has in him. He moved forward again as you stayed kneeled up, his hands coming to grip your backside as he kissed the tip of your length.
You couldn’t help the moan with his name on your lips as he kept giving kisses and tentative licks to it. His hands went upwards to hold onto your breasts, a moan escaping him as he felt your nipples on his palms. He fondled them, basking on them, worshipping the first pair of breasts he ever touched without any fabric or coverage on them. He often did it to his ‘concubines’ to keep appearances, but never touched them raw like he is now and he is loving it. His kisses traveled along the length, reaching your base and you shivered as you let your hands drop to your sides again as your head fell backwards.
You smelled so good to him, making more of his juices gush out of him, staining the robe beneath him and probably seeping through it and down to his sheets. Now he doesn’t want to burn them at all. He wants to keep them unwashed for days, or weeks, just so he can smell you every minute and hour of the day. He got your nipples in between his index fingers and thumbs, pinching and rolling them as he felt you jerk slightly on his grasp.
He finally opened his mouth to take the tip of your shaft into his mouth, the head of it feeling excellent on his tongue as he swirled it around. You whined as your hand went to the back of his head, running your fingers through his ginger hair as you basked on how good he looked doing this to you. Suddenly, he whined as a cramp kicked in his belly, making him pull away from you, his hands coming to rest on it.
Your arousal got interrupted as worry for your Omega took over, your free hand coming to hold his cheek so he could look up at you. He had a tear running down his face as his face reddened in need.
“I– I don’t know– Something is missing–”
“Your nest, my sun. Your nest is missing.” You instantly pulled away from him, a desperate whine escaping him as you stepped off from the bed to grab your tunic again, crawling towards him again, handing the garment to him. “Smell this.”
He did as instructed, his hands snatching your tunic away, his nose dipping into the filthy cloth only for your scent to fill his lungs. He moaned at it, his head whipping behind him to look at his pillows. He shrugged his robe off, moving in order to get it off from under him as well, and he placed it on one side of his pillow, while your tunic was put on the other side. His belly uncramped slightly, but it was hungry for more.
He kneeled up, turning around to see you again and he had to look down slightly to be able to meet your gaze. He was panting as his whimpers were coming out of his mouth, not being able to control them. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush to him, your shaft in between the both of you, smearing your own seed on his body.
“Please… I–” You nodded, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down for a kiss. He moaned into it, his palms flat all over your back, touching everywhere he could as you two kissed fervently.
‘Submit.’
He pulled away, laying back down on the bed, spreading his legs to reveal his wet center to you and his hand was raised for you to take it. You took it and he pulled you into him, falling in between his legs, your chest hitting his. Your lips found his jaw, kissing it gently and you could hear him whimper as his hips canted upwards onto your length, making you hiss.
“I will take care of you. I’ll make the pain go away, Omega.” And Geta purred, for the first time in his life. He had never purred, not even for his own mother or brother. He had denied his designation since the first minute, and he denied having any omega behaviour, even as small as a whine.
It felt good.
Your eyes widened at the sound, your shaft now slickened up thanks to rubbing it up and down his folds and against his cocklette. Your canines elongated as a deep growl in delight, assimilating a purr, vibrated in your throat. Your hips went backwards and your tip caught onto his entrance, making his breath hitch. His hands were on your waist, while yours were caging his head against the bed.
“I’m ready, my Alpha.” You shivered at the sound of that. My. Mine. Yes, it sounded right. You started pushing forward, slowly, torturous for you, but new to him. His eyes widened as he threw his head back onto the pillows, tilting his head to where your tunic was for your scent to fill his nostrils. He couldn’t find his voice as you kept splitting him open, feeling this new intrusion inside of him, a much bigger one.
“Relax, my sun. You need to relax for me…” He tried to let go of the air he was holding in, slowly, trying to get his breathing under control. Your lips connected to his neck, giving it soft pecks as he felt your hot breath on his skin. That made him relax, untense, his body falling deeper into his soft bed. The moment he unclenched on you, you kept going, breaching him open as his digits dug into your waist.
He felt himself shaking as he felt the extreme pleasure running all over his limbs, as well as the pain of the loss of his virginity. But you were being so careful with him, and he felt protected by you. A gift sent by the gods themselves. He didn’t know you were thinking the exact same thing, and now you didn’t feel any sadness towards your city. The invasion caused you to meet him, it caused you to finally reach him and be where you are now.
He choked on his spit when there was some strain as you were about to bottom out in him. It was painful, making him hiss at the pain, but his belly was screaming for you to break it. It needed you to break it. It was just one more little push, one more little thrust and his purity will be long gone. Your eyes locked with his, and he saw how fast your breathing was, how flushed you looked, how much you were holding yourself back with him, even in a semi-rut. He gave you one nod and–
“Damn–!” He cried out as you gave one strong thrust, finally getting through the restraint. You let out a breath, choking on it as you took another in, shaking as you did while looking down at where you two were connected, pelvis to pelvis. His eyes were closed as he tried to adjust to you, thinking it was going to be impossible but it was becoming so easy as he kept letting his strangled breaths out.
You couldn’t begin to explain what you were feeling. It was as if you solved the logical explanation of a long lost legend. As if you’ve won a war that would give you everything you’ve ever wanted. And for the Emperor, he felt like conquering something more than Rome, than all the cities around him. You were more than anything he ever put his power onto.
Your eyes met his, his right hand moving to the back of your neck, pulling you down into a kiss that made you twitch inside of him, and he felt the first sweat of pleasure all over his body, making him moan into your mouth. He pulled away from you, keeping his nose against yours as he looked into your eyes.
“Move.” He commanded, the roles now reversed, and you didn’t mind it at all. Your hips went backwards, and he groaned as he looked down where you were connecting with him as you slowly pushed back in. His face contorted into a pleasured one in an instant as he felt you against his walls, making him look into your eyes again. Your jaw was clenched, setting a slow pace on him to accustom him to the feeling.
He started letting out soft breaths as the pleasure grew more intense the more you thrusted into him. It felt like he was slowly losing himself, his mind telling him things he never thought of before. Mating. Breeding. Him pregnant with your pups. His round belly as he looked at himself in the mirror. He wondered if your thoughts were going in the same direction as his.
“You feel so good, my Omega.” He flustered at that, his mouth opening to let out a moan as you quickened the pace, and his fingers dug into the back of your neck and your side. He started feeling his belly turn in delight, more slick than ever coming out of him and around you, smearing all of his sheets and your pelvis and thighs.
“More– More–” He couldn’t recognize his desperate voice, feeling a need like never before. You kneeled up with a groan, getting hold of his knees as his hands fell to his sides. He was confused as he panted only for his eyes to widen when you started moving rougher, your hips now snapping against his, and he heard the skin slapping, his core squelching thanks to how much slick he produced.
You were moaning, your breasts bouncing with each thrust, and his cries for you grew louder, calling out your name, a new prayer in his lips. He felt himself burning, his body just engulfed in flames as if Hell had sucked him in for punishment. He felt you going in and out of him, your hips angling at one point and–
He gasped as a whimper followed when he felt that sweet spot being hit by your tip once more. He didn’t care what it was anymore, just that it felt divine. His hands gripped the sheets below him as you kept that rough pace, sweat all over your body, nails digging into his knees as you kept his legs spread for you. He was crying out for you, looking at you through hooded lids, tears of pleasure running down the sides of his face as drool pooled on the corner of his mouth.
“So pretty, Omega. My Omega. My beautiful, powerful Omega.” Oh, he loved the sound of that, his core fluttering around your length, making your hips stutter slightly before continuing your pace with a growl. His belly needed more, but he didn’t know how to get it, or what that more was. He just needed it, making him whimper in the middle of his moans.
“Alpha– I don’t– I need more–!” You nodded, your right hand leaving his knee, moving in between the two of you to get hold of his cocklette. His back arched as he cried out when you started rubbing him, your hand squeezing lightly to cause friction as you kept slamming your hips against his. He felt his belly turning and turning, the threat of an orgasm approaching him as his nails dug into his mattress.
You moaned out his name, over and over again, feeling him clench and unclench around you. There was fire between the both of you, the air around you musky, filled with the scent of sin, of beautiful sin. He didn’t want this smell to leave his room now. Not ever. His body moved back and forth as your skin slapped over and over, feeling you deep within him, and he swore you were hitting his belly.
But you kept abusing that soft place in him, making his entire body tremble in anticipation as he felt himself being lifted into clouds the more you railed into him. His moans started coming out choked, his breaths were stuttering as he tried taking deep ones in. His body was red in color as you looked down on him, your hand moving faster on his cocklette, your mouth watering at the sight before you.
“Let go, my lord. Let go, Omega.” And that he did. His eyes clenched shut as his walls tightened all around you, making you stop your hips, a choke coming out of your lips. He couldn’t find his voice as he shook underneath you, his back arched, his neck all red as he couldn’t help throwing his head back. It was a strong orgasm, and it was so good doing it around your shaft. It felt too good. He finally cried out your name as his belly kept fluttering, the orgasm ongoing.
You were breathing heavily as his back touched the bed again, and you stopped the movement of your hips, trying to catch your breath as he finally unclenched around you. He was panting as he kept his eyes closed, trying to regain some consciousness as his mind kept reeling with you, some rationality seeping through that was making him think of the future.
He saw you choking on your breaths as your hands landed on his chest to hold yourself up, the hand that stroked your cocklette smeared with the small spurt of slick that came out of it. You hissed when you felt the burning starting to happen at the base of your length. You pulled your hips back and moved back in, your name coming out of his mouth as his hands went up to cradle your face.
He wanted it. He needed it. So he started begging.
“Please– Please–” He pleaded for you and you shivered on top of him as you moved your hips once again, setting a normal pace, because if you went rough you would not be able to control your hivemind, already feeling your canines wanting to elongate inside your mouth.
“I– I won’t knot you, my lord.”
His eyes widened, a loud whine escaping his throat, eyebrows meeting in the middle with pure sadness. What did you mean? Why not? Why?
“What–? What– no! I order you–!” His voice was strained as your hips stilled, just half of your length in, and he knew your knot was slowly inflating because he could feel a different thickness trying to enter him. He whined when he felt it and you were not pushing it in, not wanting to lock inside of him.
“I– If I knot you, I will mate you. I will bite you– I– I don’t want to make my Omega unhappy, and if ruling makes you happy– Biting you means you will live as an Omega.”
He now understood what you meant. You really wanted him to keep ruling, and for that he would have to give up the idea of ever mating you, knowing that at one point he would be pregnant with your pups. Everyone will know he is an Omega… the entirety of Rome will rise against him. Probably even kill him for the deception to the whole community… yet–
“Protect me. You told me you would protect me… I want to keep ruling with your bite on my neck.” His face was twisted as he grinned up at you, wickedness displayed in his features, ideas brewing in his head that the more he thought of, the more he enjoyed. You saw the shift in Geta’s gaze. He had come up with a plan.
“Are you sure?” Your gaze turned dark, thoughts of protecting your omega against everything and everyone, blood on your hands as you ripped open skulls, pushed eyes into their sockets… Yes, you enjoyed the mere idea of killing for the emperor. For your Omega.
“Mercy– I beg you– I want it–” He whined now, tears spilling from his eyes as his hips tried to move towards you, wanting you back inside of him. “Have mercy on me, Alpha.”
And suddenly, he saw that smirk of yours that he saw the first time. It was evil, filled with dark emotions that he himself has inside. You kneeled up again as you raised your hand towards him, your thumb in the middle. He watched expectantly, the heat in his body rising to extraordinary levels as the anticipation was killing him from inside out.
“If tyranny is what my Omega wants… Tyranny is what you are going to get.”
And you turned your thumb upwards.
The crowd was cheering loudly as the gladiators fought on the field below.
Caracalla was laughing, clapping as he looked back at General Acacius, but the man’s eyes were fixated on the person on his left, the one that was behind the other throne.
You were standing tall as one of your hands rested at the top of the throne while the other was being gripped by your Omega’s hand, over his right shoulder. Your attire had changed into a general’s. You were wearing golden gear, with a red cape hanging from your shoulders. Women never wore these attires, much less, women didn’t go to war, even those who were Alphas. You were the exception at the Emperor’s orders.
When you two mated two months ago, you had sworn you would protect Geta, at any cost. That he will rule, even if the people and the council found out he was an omega. But before that, you two had to pay some people a visit. The council.
The moment Geta walked in with you right behind him, all the men in the room winced in disgust, getting up from their seats as the emperor sat next to his brother who was shocked, his mouth agape as he smelled his sibling. You walked to stand next to him, your eyes filled with the intent of murder, with the thirst of blood, which made the men in the room sit back down, slowly, and against their will.
“I have deceived you all. As you can smell, I am not an Alpha. I never have been, but I plan to keep ruling as an omega… I have been for years now, you all didn’t notice. It doesn’t change anything.” At that, all the men in the room started yelling, Alphas and Betas pointing fingers at the emperor, and you wanted to growl loudly, warn them to not overstep, but Geta held your hand, noticing how angry you had gotten. The men fell silent as they saw the gesture, now looking at you.
“You have been mated.” One of them said, and Geta nodded with confidence. His brother smiled and clapped in excitement, making him look at Caracalla with surprise in his features.
“A mate! A mate! Everyone rejoice!” Geta smiled with teeth, feeling his belly turn with excitement, squeezing your hand in the process. Your chest puffed up with pride, a nod towards Caracalla in appreciation, even if you knew his dementia had gotten the best of him, he never stopped feeling happy for his brother.
“UNACCEPTABLE!” Your head and Geta’s turned to look at the man at the back, an Alpha, getting up from his seat as he walked to the middle of the room, facing the emperors and yourself. “Rome has never been ruled by an Omega and never will! Omegas are at the bottom of the class chart, and you are no exception! Demoted! BEHEADED! You must be demoted–”
Before he could finish his sentence, his head was falling to the floor. Everyone sat in silence as they shivered, some peed themselves in fear, and even Alphas were about to whimper as they looked at the sword that was dripping blood and then at the bearer of it. Your eyes were looking at how the headless body now fell to the floor, your eyes moving upwards to the council in front of you.
“The moment you touch one single hair of his… is the moment I kill your kin in front of your eyes, and I shove their guts down your throats.” The men in the room stayed silent, even the women who served as concubines and servers who stood in a corner of the room. Your eyes scanned everyone as you raised the bloodied sword to them.
“This–” A man tried to respond, but your eyes dug deep into his skull before he could finish.
“Emperor Geta will rule Rome. My army is already on its way here, an army of 3,000 men and women. Barbarians that the only way they know to fight is to rip the intestines raw from your stomachs and strangle you with them.” You lowered your sword as you turned to look at everyone in the room. “The moment you do something to him, is the moment I burn Rome down. No man, woman, child, baby, or dog will be spared. There will be nothing left to rule.”
The room stayed silent for just a few seconds before one of the men raised his hand up in acceptance and surrender. The rest followed through.
The people were not happy, but as they saw your soldiers on the street, witnessing how vicious they were to whoever protested, they calmed down. They have swallowed the fact an Omega is now ruling Rome, their home, fearing for their lives. Nobody had ever tried to take Geta down. Not when you are standing right behind him every second of every day, like his own personal shadow.
“I have one more surprise for you, my love.” You whispered into Geta’s ear, and he smiled as he got up from his chair, seeing all the gladiators now dead on the ring thanks to your men. Guts were all over the dirt as if a painter had done marvelous work. Your men stood in a wide circle as a gate opened, a figure walking in, stumbling. Geta’s eyes widened as he turned to look at you. “I may have kept him alive and lied to you about his departure to savor this moment.”
The Emperor looked back to the field, a small smile appearing on his lips as the crowd remained quiet. Caius stood in the middle of the field, beard now on his features, much more skinnier, bruises on his skin and a sack of potatoes as his only clothes. He looked up at the emperor with tears rolling down his eyes.
“Just for me…”
“He locked you in, intending to murder you. You and I were lucky that the Alpha in that room was me, my sun.” Geta turned around to face you, leaning down to place an appreciative kiss on your lips. Displays of affection were not something common and were frowned upon for indecency, but he couldn’t help himself, and he was the emperor. He could do whatever he pleased. You moaned into the kiss, and he pulled away with a smile, turning around once more, looking down at the doctor who had betrayed him months back.
“Mercy… I ask for mercy, please!” He begged. Mercy? Geta's top lip twitched as he snarled at the man, his right hand coming to rest on his belly. His left hand raised up, thumb right in the middle as you stood behind him. There was no shakiness in his hand. This is Rome. Your Omega’s rome. And you will defend it and him until the day you perish.
And Geta’s finger turned downwards.
the end
a/n: look, i did say the demons won, and this is not everyone's cup of tea, i do know this, but this man is not an alpha. also, a reblog helps
i will tag a few people that interacted with the geta posts: @keeryhours @doomsdaybby @userchai @xgrxcefulx
+18 omegaverse, fem!alpha, dark tropes, very slight dubcon that turns into con, gore, blood, animal death, slapping, tyrant Geta, scenting, knotting, biting, p in v, oral sex (m and f receiving), bondage, breeding kink, mentions of injuries, as well as very threatening dialogues, murder and allusions to murder.
wc: 14.5k
Plot: The Emperor hid his true designation since he presented thanks to a concoction he made out of the blood of Alphas, but what happens when one particular woman enters his colosseum, and he can't look away? He won't give up his throne. No mercy. There shouldn't be. So why isn't the omega inside him listening? Why did it have mercy on her?
A/N: This man is not an Alpha. No matter how people try to paint him as, he is a whimpery man, and I want to see him tear up. thank u to @andvys and @ghost-proofbaby for beta reading and also Hailey for just saying 'm-preg' on a chat and my brain went brr.
Warning before reading: Alphas have penises, being male or female. Omegas have vaginas. This does not mean they identify as the other gender they were born in, or change it at all when they present. It's a secondary gender. Reader has a cock (testicles replacing the ovaries inside), Geta a pussy (with a cocklette instead of clit).
A reblog is better than leaving just one like.
MERCY
Mix. Mix. Mix. Smash together. Crunch it up. Mix some more. Pour. Drink.
It was automatic at this point. The scent of herbs, the stench of iron, the dead body in the corner of his room, the blood jar that contained the remaining blood of a past dead man. The golden bowl on his table with the concoction he created, a transparent red, with an oily texture, and particles of herbs floating all around.
The emperor dipped his index and middle finger in and then rubbed the liquid in the juncture of his neck and shoulder. He made sure to smother it well, on both sides to be certain to cover it up very well. He proceeded to take more and lay it all over his wrists, leaving a red tint behind but he can cover it with his tunics. He grabbed the bowl and his nose scrunched as he raised it towards his face, the smell pungent, wooden, filled with ash as well. He opened his mouth and drank the rest of it, letting go down his throat. His stomach revolted as he put the bowl down with a slam, his breathing turning heavy as he groaned, his hand coming to cover his mouth.
No matter how many times he did this, it didn’t get any less disgusting. His bottom half cramped and he grunted, his hands slamming on the table as he held himself upright. His head turned to see the dead body that lay there, marching towards it and kicking the slashed stomach, his foot now stained with its blood.
His jaw clenched tightly as anger filled him, his body trying to betray him like it always does but he never lets it. He can’t let it. His eyes went to the face of the man’s body. He was cute, but he sadly knew too much. This stupid fucking Alpha knew too much.
Yet, he can’t help but also be thankful for him being nosy, because if he hadn’t been, he wouldn’t be able to get the blood he needs. To make that perfume that covers up his darkest secret, one his brother doesn’t remember, one that only his personal confidant doctor knows about, because if it were to get out, he would not be on the throne, and his brother is not in the best state of mind to rule by himself.
Because no Roman would bow to an Omega.
He heard a knock on the door and he closed his eyes as he turned around to grab his robe, putting it on as he headed towards the big golden framed doors, opening one to see his doctor, looking at him with a raised eyebrow, and then followed by a sniff, angering the emperor.
“Yes, you cannot be smelled, Emperor Geta.” He knows it's part of his job to make sure it actually works, but he still gets enraged when his doctor has to sniff him because it reminds him of this vulnerability of his. This forsaken misery the gods have imposed on him as if it would have stopped him from being ruler of Rome.
“Get disposed of the body. Feed it to the dogs or to the people saying it’s rhinoceros meat, I don’t care.” His voice was cold as Caius walked in with a silver trolley, closing the door behind him. His simple robes were white, one shoulder exposed with a small golden badge to hold it on the side, signaling he was part of the royal personnel.
“As you wish, dominus noster.” His doctor walked towards the body to inspect it, making a small tsk noise, making Geta’s eyebrow twitch. “You were pretty light on this one. Just slashing his stomach, his neck… Surprised to not see guts on the floor.”
“It’s getting messier to clean up, and that has to be quick, so stop talking and get to it Caius!” His voice was loud, almost scratching an ear drum, and he managed to control his whine thanks to the liquid he had prepared finally sitting in his stomach. The blood of an Alpha on his scent glands and in his system, and it’s enough to cover his omegan stench.
He has been killing the barbarian Alphas for as long as he can remember, buying them off after a game, and people thought that the Emperor loved the atrocious act of making another Alpha submit to him, taking them to his bed, an Alpha on Alpha is what his people called it. Little did they know that it was to take their blood out of their succumbed bodies after he made a mess out of them.
He was very graphic at the beginning thanks to his anger, but as clean up took longer and his brother liked visiting him in his chamber, he had to do things a little quicker now. His dear brother who, thanks to his illness, forgot about what he truly is. His Beta brother forgot his sibling was an Omega and fully believed he was an Alpha thanks to the scent the concoction gave him. The Alpha from the day before had smelled him once he got inside the room and the Emperor quickly disposed of him, but fear struck him.
He put more blood in this time, harder to swallow but maybe it has more effect than the last few mixes he did because that Alpha could smell him, even if just a bit. A recipe brought by Caius the moment Geta had presented, his mother begging for mercy from the doctor and to not give away her prodigy’s child secret. Caius, indebted to Julia for saving him from the streets, accepted the task, and through many experiments and sacrifices, he came up with this ‘medicine’.
“I’ll extract his blood back in my office. You should get ready for the games of today. I heard there is a big surprise, a new gladiator coming to prove themselves.” Caius mentioned as he grabbed the cleaver from the bottom of the trolley where many blankets waited to be drenched in the man’s blood, for when the doctor would start chopping him up in pieces in order to carry him out.
“Not a drop wasted. You hear me?” Caius nodded, the Omega bowing his head to another who pretended to be an Alpha. For being an Omega, Caius was very calm and collected, not letting his pheromones show at all, or make it known by his actions or reactions. Geta envied him. He knows that if an Alpha came along who could spark his interest he would immediately fold for them, submit in ways he wouldn’t be able to control.
He would rather kill himself than show submission to an Alpha.
He was sitting on the stone throne next to his brother, upon the closed imperial box next to the podiums where the elite Romans cheered.
Caius sat behind him wearing new robes, the general Acacius behind Caracalla with his wife next to him. Geta’s attention went to Dondas, his brother’s pet, or best friend, or he doesn’t know if he considers her a sibling at this point. The monkey was making happy noises as Caracalla fed it small treats, a giggle in his lips.
“I wonder what’s the surprise. I’ve been hearing we are going to be quite shocked, brother.” Caracalla says as he looks at Geta with a wicked smile on his face, yet excited. Geta reciprocates the gesture, his own crazed excitement building in his chest as he awaited to see how much blood might be spilled today. One of the things he liked the most was knowing that there were barbarian Omegas fighting below him sometimes, fighting for their lives, trying not to choke on their own blood after being stomped by elephants that were brought into the field.
He was a hidden omega ruler. He felt like he was a god, managing to make people worship him not knowing his true nature. His true intentions. The sick methods he has to go through in order to hide his true self. Yes, he should be considered a god among the Romans at this point.
The announcer makes the soldiers behind him blow their horns as he steps out in the announcing box, the people cheering as he raises his hands with a smile on his face. The emperors clap with grins, getting more comfortable in their thrones as they wait for the announcement.
“Welcome! Today we have a very special surprise waiting for all of you!” The crowd cheers as Geta hears Caracalla clapping excitedly, cheering loudly, making him chuckle at seeing his adrenaline. “I hear you. This is no ordinary surprise. We caught a barbarian back on the island of Corsica. One who fought with every fiber of their being, and you would be surprised, but that barbarian is the one who caused the scar on General Acacius' face!”
Geta’s eyes widened as he laughed, looking back to look at his general, who was closing his eyes in pity. The emperor didn’t understand the gesture, but the excitement didn’t lower at all in its levels. He felt his blood running hot in anticipation, the smell of excited Alphas around the podiums while there were cowering Omegas at the top balconies, the bottom of the social chain.
“He got you good, didn’t he!?” Geta snickered as Acacius looked at him, an unreadable expression lingered, and the emperor turned his head again to keep listening as he played with the rings on his right hand.
“Fighting against lions who have been starved for over two days, here are the gladiators of this day!” The crowd cheers once again as the gates slowly open for the men to come out, having very dull swords as weapons and wooden shields but then the crowd gasps and remains silent as the last one comes out, the announcer wearing a smile on his face as the imperial box sits in shock, except for the wounded General.
“What in the heavens…” Caius exclaims in shock as Geta looks wide eyed at the field below him.
“And here I give you… The first ever barbarian woman to make it to the games!”
Your walk was confident, your face clenched as you came to stand next to the other gladiators. Your sword in hand, the shield on the other, no different than the men that stood on the same patch of dirt as you did. And then, gasps, screams, yelps and whines coming from the crowd. Caracalla pinched his nose tightly as he gasped, Caius falling on his chair as he choked on his spit and then there was Geta.
Who was wide eyed in shock, his body trembling as there in the field stood a Female Alpha.
They were rare, very rare. The only Alpha woman he ever met was his aunt, who was stupidly judged, and exiled from the city. But that was not the only thing that made his breath cut short. It was the fact that he felt his body shake aggressively, his skin starting to profusely sweat in seconds and his breathing became elaborate as he stood up from his throne.
He felt his throat closing up on him the more he got of you, your scent too potent even from this distance. What were you? Were you a prime Alpha? Those were rare, and for you to be one, a woman, it shouldn’t be, it couldn’t. He saw how you were staring at the crowd who was still silent as they looked upon you, the men next to you fidgeting in fear as you all waited for the game to start.
And suddenly, wind picked up softly, Geta felt his robes moving thanks to it, not paying any mind as he kept looking your way. The wind slowly got to you, and your nostrils flared up in an instant. Geta saw how your eyes widened, how you lowered your sword as you slowly turned your head until it finally landed on him. Your eyes clashed with his and for the first time in his life–
‘SUBMIT.’
He fell back on his throne as he clutched his chest, Caius immediately getting up to kneel next to the emperor, seeing how Geta was sweating all over, making the doctor anxious as he whispered to him.
“You are washing away the medicine. What is going on, our lord?” But the emperor could not speak as he breathed heavily, looking down at you as your eyes stood fixated on him. The smell got worse. It was as if the dirt was burning, as if there were wine being spilled all over him. He felt his body growing hotter and then, you took a step towards the imperial box.
And the horns blew off.
“Let the game begin!” And Geta wanted to yell to stop it. Yell to cancel this game but– what would his excuse be? His head turned to Caius who was still looking at him worriedly. Caracalla leaned over with a worried frown and teary eyes.
“Are you okay, brother?” Geta gulped and nodded, trying to dismiss it as something trivial.
“Y-Yes, it caught me off guard.” His brother gave a nod and then smiled back into the field. A loud cheer was let out from him as the gates for the lions started to be pulled up. Geta’s eyes snapped towards the gates as he saw the lions roar loudly, hungry for the people that were on the field, leaping out at quick speed.
His face contorted in worry as your eyes snapped to look towards the animals that were going to pounce on all of you. The first gladiator took a bite to the head as a lion lept towards him, while another one was able to cut a lion’s belly as he ducked when the beast jumped over him. The field became a bloodbath but the crowd’s eyes as well as the emperor’s never left your figure.
You were enraged, your movements aggressive as you stabbed, slashed, ducked, jumped over these beasts and no one was realizing you were doing this while getting closer to the imperial box. Every time you got closer, a lion came to attack you. You were covered in blood as the minutes went by, only three people remaining in the field out of the ten that got in, and two more lions.
One of the men got a bite out of his side and took the opportunity to stab the animal in the head, while the last lion attacked the man that was standing next to you, biting the middle of his stomach as he screamed in agony. You jumped on top of the lion’s back, the beast roaring loudly in distaste as you growled in a low and threatening demeanor, making the lion suddenly whimper. The crowd gasped as they witnessed how the lion slowly lost its struggle as you hissed loudly.
Geta could only stare as he trembled, the sound of your growl having sent electricity shocks all over his body, his hands gripping the armrests’ edge tightly, his knuckles turning white. Your eyes fixated on him again as the lion gave another roar, jerking upwards as it got out of the trance you put him in.
The emperor stood up as he leaned towards the balcony’s edge, worry showing in his features when the lion started thrashing around with you on top of him. You held tightly around his neck, your arms coming together to begin a chokehold on the beast, the alpha pheromones making the entire crowd almost kneel in their place, even the Alphas. He wonders if the Omegas at the top had to be escorted out by now.
Your right hand gripped your left elbow tightly as you used your entire strength to choke the animal that was now struggling more and more, throwing itself on the floor, rolling to try to get you off of it but you didn’t let it, even if your body fell to the sides, your arms never left its neck. You growled loudly as you bared your teeth, clamping onto the lion’s right ear and biting down fiercely. The animal roared in pain as you yanked and tore it all off, making it lose the air in its lungs thanks to the noise it had to make, slowly starting to wobble on its feet.
The crowd stood in silence as the lion finally tumbled to the ground leaving you panting on top of it. You slowly let go of your arms, unwrapping them from around the animal’s neck as you stood up again, grabbing the sword from the ripped-apart Omega the lion was eating before you jumped on top of it. Making sure it’s dead, you stabbed the animal’s head with it, and let the sword stay there as you finally looked up to see the imperial box, spitting the ear away.
Geta was gulping as he felt his thighs start to be covered in slick. He had to run away but his eyes were fixated on you, wanting to jump down from the balcony to rush to you, to kneel in front of you, to let himself be claimed once and for all. Why you? Why a woman? Why?
‘Submit. SUBMIT.’
The voice in his head was loud, knowing it was his omega side betraying him after all these years. The gate opened again to reveal soldiers coming out, ready for the emperor’s orders.
“MERCY! MERCY! MERCY!” He suddenly heard the crowd start cheering and he looked all over, at every single Alpha yelling for him to have mercy on this… woman. His eyes went back to you as you stared back at him, with blown out pupils, nose flaring and he knew you knew. He knew you could smell him despite it all. He knew you knew he was an Omega, and you were trying to make him submit to you.
He raised his trembling fist up, putting his thumb right in the middle. You have to die. You have to die right now. No one can know about him. You will destroy him because he knows you will tell everyone. He knows you will give his secret away. He has to kill you. He has to fucking let those soldiers rip you to shreds.
Caius was staring at the emperor as well as all the people that sat in the same box, waiting for his decision. The doctor knew something was going on. He never saw the emperor react this way, ever, and he could only guess it had to do with the Alpha barbarian standing in front of the imperial box with the blood of animals all over her as she breathed heavily while looking at Geta. Could it be?
“MERCY, MERCY, MERCY!”
‘Submit. Submit. Submit.’
“MERCY, MERCY, MERCY!”
‘Mate. Mate. Mate.’
His hand trembled. His finger was shaking as it remained in the middle. He has to kill you. Your guts have to fill the floor below you, make you learn your place. He doesn’t care if you're an Alpha. He doesn’t care. You have to fucking die.
And his thumb went upwards as the crowd cheered.
He was pacing back and forth in Caius’ office as the doctor looked through a book.
“There has to be an explanation! You’re my doctor so you can save me and protect me if anything were to happen to me!” Geta’s voice was strained as he felt his body burning all over, the medicine the doctor had prepared not helping at all as slick kept sliding down his legs, not being able to stop it.
“I am looking, but I cannot find anything. These are signs of heat.”
“But your suppressant things always help! They always help Caius!” He was borderline pathetically about to cry.
“Gods, I understand, trust me boy, I do! I don’t know why you got affected by that Alpha–”
“It doesn’t matter, because I’m planning on killing her tonight.” Caius' eyes widened, getting up from his chair so he could approach the emperor with shock on his face.
“She is now a known face around your loyal subjects. Even the Omegas cheered for her today. You will not be liked if you decide to kill her–”
“She knows.” That made the doctor stand frozen. How could you? You were so far away from them. You weren’t a prime alpha. He noticed it because he did not get afflicted as much as the emperor did. Prime Alphas make all omegas in their radius fall to their knees, and the only one that was about to crumble was Geta.
“How…?” The emperor shook his head, not knowing how to answer for he did not know. He doesn’t know how you managed it. Even over his homemade scent blocker that no one ever was able to break through, and over the immense distance the two of you had between each other.
“I will kill her tonight. I already bought her and they’re bringing her to my chamber and cuffing her to the bed.” Caius could only reluctantly nod at the emperor’s orders, sighing.
“I will prepare the medical kit–”
“Alone.” Caius’ eyes widened, shaking his head furiously.
“No! You cannot be alone with an Alpha like that! We don’t know why you are weak to their scent and–” Geta pushed the doctor away from him, to then slap him right across the face. The emperor breathed heavily as Caius held his cheek in shock, looking back at the man before him. Anger filled the slapped Omega, giving Geta a slow bow. “As you wish.”
“I will call on you if I need help. So stay behind the doors.” He ordered his doctor and said man only bowed once more, making the emperor straighten up and fix his night robe, chest showing until his happy trail poked from the bottom of it. He took a deep breath in as he felt his heart hammering in his chest. He walked out of Caius’ office, with the doctor following right behind him. They quickly moved to avoid guards from smelling the Emperor. They passed by Caracalla’s room, who was put to sleep by raw chamomile herbs Caius gave him so he wouldn’t wake up in any way in the night.
He stopped in his tracks when he was outside his own chambers. He could smell you. He could smell your potent Alpha stench, overpowering everything around you, and he felt his knees tremble underneath him. He shouldn’t go in. He should go in at least with Caius so he could help take care of you, but the thought of someone seeing you like that made him want to growl. His mouth trembled as he felt his heart about to implode in itself, the hammering of it against his chest almost painful.
“I will be out here, dominus.” Geta turned to look at him and gave him one single nod, handing him the key to the chains that held his door together.
“Open it once I tell you it is done, or if I need help. Got it?” The doctor gave the emperor an understanding nod, and proceeded to sit on the bench that was placed next to the entrance of his room. Geta took a deep breath in and stared at the handle of his door, his hand reaching to grab it, shaking as he felt the slick gushing out of him the more he smelled you.
He held the air in and pushed the door open. The scent was now stronger, way stronger than before, and it made him want to stumble back from the power of it. He closed the door behind him and he heard the chains moving, knowing Caius had locked them inside. His head turned to walk into the dimly lit room by the candles, his big bed right in the middle with golden bedposts and sheets draping from the edges of it.
You were lying there in the middle, hands cuffed with iron prison cuffs on his bed posts, arms spread as your back rested against the headboard. Your head was hung low and he heard how you took a sharp breath in before slowly lifting your gaze up at him. His legs almost gave up on him as your eyes settled on him, his neck sweating as he gulped loudly. Your face and body were cleaned, wearing just a hitched-up tunic over you, but–
His eyes widened when he saw the tent you had on your bottom half.
A dark chuckle was heard in the room, his eyes flying to meet yours once again. You looked feral, yet he couldn’t help to think you were the most beautiful alpha he had ever seen in his entire life. He licked his lips as he slowly approached the bed, just small steps, and your eyes traveled to his exposed chest and back to his face.
“Nice to meet you, lord.” Your voice was mockingly sweet, yet with sarcasm filled all over. He wanted to kiss your lips to see if he could taste your voice, but he had to keep a straight face and a stoic mind. He had one task tonight, and he had to complete it. He couldn't fail.
“Name.” You stared at him for a long while, your mind not moving, and his eyes were big in frustration, his teeth slowly baring. “NAME!”
You wanted to laugh because of the false Alpha tone he tried to use, but you humored him, telling him your name.
“Why did you buy me off?” Geta rounded the bed, standing far still as he cocked his head your way.
“Because I have to kill you.” At his words, you let out a loud cackle, your head hitting the headboard behind you. Geta’s eyes were wide and in shock as he saw how your laughter slowly lowered as seconds passed.
“Oh, really? Why is that?”
“Because I say so.” His response was short, but a smile was kept on your lips as your head tilted to look at him with an incredulous look in your face.
“Are you sure it is just for that reason… Omega?”
He choked on his own breath as he felt a punch, a cramp happening in his belly. It was painful, yet it caused more slick to gush down his legs, stumbling backwards from just a mere word you said to him. Something no one ever called him before, not even his own mother. Your eyes were piercing through him and he felt his body burning as he grabbed a sword from the weapon rack and marched towards you, pressing the tip of it on your throat.
“You know too much. I have to kill you, you dumb stupid Alpha!” You chuckled, feeling the tip of the pointy metal on your skin.
“How did you do it?” You asked and he huffed, shaking his head. You closed your eyes and he saw how you took a sniff out of the air, a smirk appearing on your lips. “Alpha blood. Ingenious.”
“Good job on finding that out you filth. And I don’t know if you’re dumb or a knothead like all Alphas are, but you do realize why I need to kill you now, don’t you?” He tried to make his voice sound authoritative, hating how it didn’t sound at all like yours even if you were a woman. Your voice was strong, made to obey. Your laughter made every joint of his become pliant, wanting to just get on the bed and on top of you, take what he wanted from you.
“No, you won’t.” Your laughter ceased, only glaring at him and he snarled, pressing the tip even harder against your skin, pricking it and letting blood flow out.
“An emperor does not give out empty threats you damned slug! Why do you believe I won’t, huh!? What makes you believe I will have any mercy for you right now?” And a confident smile spread on your lips and it made his belly cramp once again as his eyebrows twitched at your stance.
“Because you want me, Omega. You want me to taste you, take that purity away from you, knot you and breed you until your womb takes.” Your statements made his palms sweat, his body convulsing as the heat spread all over him, his eyes becoming glossed over as he stared at you, and his hand lost its strength, making the sword fall down and onto the floor.
Out of nowhere, you lifted your body off the headboard, ripping your hands away from the cuffs. His eyes were wide as he saw blood coming down your forearms, the skin around your wrists now teared thanks to the friction of getting your hands out of those constricting iron bracelets. He didn’t notice you had been slowly wiggling your way out of them and, how could he have been so naive?
You kneeled up, grabbing the back of his head, getting hold of his scalp and hair in a tight and painful grip that made him yelp. He tried breaking free, but his strength was not there. He huffed in pain as you threw him on the bed, making him bounce on it and the moment he did, he felt your scent ten times stronger. You have been sweating over his sheets, and– Fuck– Fuck, he could smell your precum. He could smell it.
“No–! Let go!” You growled at the Omega’s defiance when you straddled him over his hips, and for the first time in his life, Geta shut up. His eyes were wide as he looked at how your hands immediately grabbed onto the string of his robes and pulled. He gasped and was about to yell only for a choke to escape him when he felt you punch him right in the stomach, a wave of nausea washing over him.
“Don’t underestimate the strength of an Alpha in a semi-rut, Omega.” His robes opened, falling on his sides and your eyes raked over him as he held his stomach, coughing from the punch you gave him.
“Damn you…” You weren’t listening to him, and his eyes followed yours, and he realized you were looking at his loincloth, how drenched it was thanks to his slick, and he clenched around nothing at all as he smelled how aroused you were, a twitch happening on the tent over the skirt of your tunic.
“How threatening…” Your hand grabbed onto one of his wrists, his body trying to make him go limp for you, to submit, but he cannot let it, so his legs start kicking up, trying to get you off him, which only made you laugh as your grip around his wrist tightened, fingers digging into his flesh. “-- An Omega in heat is as strong as a thread of silk.”
Geta’s body was reddened, the burning of his blood becoming unbearable each second that passed. You were strong, very strong, or like you said, he was weak at this point. He let his instincts decide your fate, and he shouldn’t have trusted them. He shouldn’t have trusted his stupid instincts because they were clearly in your favor. He delivered a swat to your face with his free hand, which you dodged easily, an unamused look on your face as you stared him down. Your eyebrow twitched at how much he was moving around as you tried to put his wrist over his head.
“Stop moving or I'll cut your legs off.” Your voice was low, a tone that was never used on him before, something that made his insides turn in delight, in disgust, in excitement, in shame. His body fell limp beneath you as he tried to make it listen to him again, but his mind was clouded for a few seconds, tears filling his eyes from the sudden need. The sudden need of you.
You put his hands over his head, tying them together with the sling of his robe, and then tied the end of it to one of the cuffs you got yourself out from. Your eyes went towards your own wrists, seeing the open wounds, your raw flesh exposed as it stung slightly. You would have to take care of it later, and the emperor’s eyes followed your sight to see the wounds you provoked on yourself.
Your eyes widened when you heard a small whine. It was very small, and short, but it was enough for your ear to pick up the sound. Geta’s face was that of shock, not knowing where the sound had come from, nor why he did it against his own will.
“Aw… does someone care for their Alpha?” That made Geta’s anger arise despite the arousal and the slick gushing out of his cunt. A cunt he hid for so many years, putting items in his loincloth to make it pretend he had a bulge. A cunt that is now clenching over nothing as it begs to be touched for the first time, and not by just anyone. You. It wants you. He hissed, baring his teeth at you as he yanked on the binds you put on his wrists.
“You are not my Alpha! I have no Alpha! Never will!” That made your face twitch with distaste, your nose scrunching up slightly but then you let out a small chuckle, catching his attention.
“Oh, but I am. And you are my Omega, and if you think that I’m going to let you walk out of this room a virgin and unbred, you are greatly mistaken, my lord.”
‘Submit.’
“No– No–! CAIUS! CAIUS!!!” He started screaming as the voice in his mind became loud, and consistent, making his body grow weaker and the slick between his legs thicker. He yelled for his doctor, but he heard no chains being opened. He heard nothing, making his heart plummet to the pit of his stomach. You looked over your shoulder and back down at him with a twisted smile.
“It seems someone ditched you, my emperor.”
‘Mate. Mate. Mate.’
“No, no, no, no– I worked too hard– No!” He kept screaming his doctor’s name, and you just watched him, waiting for his vocal cords to fail on him, for him to grow tired. His arms were still fighting, his legs trying to kick you off still, and you pressed yourself harder onto his hips, right on his pained belly. His voice cut off, making him grunt as he threw his head back at the feeling of pressure on his cramps.
“You can’t fight it. You were mine the moment I stepped into that field, as well as I became yours.” Those words made him look at you, his eyes connecting with yours and a shock of electricity rushed through both of your bodies, a sweat of pleasure washing over as a moan came out of your lips and his. His legs stopped moving, falling limp on the bed as he breathed heavily, his hivemind slowly taking over, his rationality being thrown out a balcony in the lapse of minutes. Everything he worked for, all of his resolve, was rendered to nothing in these few moments he spent with you.
“I– I should kill you…” You shook your head at him, a grin on your lips.
“Let me show you why you shouldn’t.” Geta felt his skin as if acid had been thrown on it. It was burning him, painfully, but with pleasure. He had never experienced a proper heat because of how much he rejected his designation, and he is still wondering how did you of all people manage to trigger it.
He gasped when you leaned forward, pressing your lips on his chest, your tongue lolling out to lick some of his sweat away, a pleased moan residing in your throat. He whimpered, trying to hold the stupid and pathetic moan in, just by you licking him. You licked your lips before placing another kiss to his collarbone, then moving up to his neck, your nose grazing his mating gland for just a second, but it was enough for the emperor to flinch in fear, your head snapping to look at him.
“No– No, don’t–”
“No need to fear me… I won’t. But you will want it by the end of this.” He wanted to scoff and deny your words, but as soon as your mouth pressed against his pulse point, he was rendered speechless, choking on his spit as his eyes rolled to the back of his skull. He could feel your lips, your tongue licking all over, your teeth nibbling on him, tasting every little piece of skin that you could. He suddenly felt you sucking on his flesh, making his eyes snap open, his body wiggling underneath you.
“No marks! Don’t you dare in the hells mark me!” At his defiance, you growled, your teeth clamping on the side of his throat, and he cried out of pain, fear, your teeth way too close to his mating gland. You were not going to listen to him, adamant to keep up the intention of making him yours. You pulled away from him, looking down at his face, your lips stained red because of the blood you drew from the bite.
“Don’t you dare order me.”
“I am the Emperor… I can command anyone to kill you in just a second! You should fear me, not defy me, much less–” His voice was cut short when your hand immediately wrapped around his throat, his arms yanking against the bindings you made, trying to set free as he choked on your hold, his legs kicking up behind you, but your strength– it was too great.
“Don’t threaten me, Omega. You are talking way too much for someone who is pinned on the bed with no way of protecting himself at all.” He whined underneath your hold, and then he winced when he felt a cramp punch him right in his bottom half. They were getting worse each second that passed and his mind was losing oxygen because of your hold. You immediately let go of him, and he choked for air as you stared down at him.
“You’re… You’re crazy.” He spat out with venom. He hated you. He hated you. He wanted to kill you. He wanted to rip your chest open to take your heart out. He wanted to dip his hand in the middle of your stomach to take your intestines out… He hated you. He hated that he wanted you. He hated the fact you were making his slick come out in quantities he never experienced before. He hated that he wanted you to take his purity away.
He hated that he wanted to submit his Omega to your Alpha.
“You’re one to talk, now shut the hell up.” Your mouth went back down to kiss his chest, making him groan as you kissed your way towards his left nipple. He gasped as your mouth enveloped it, your tongue flicking the nub over and over again until it perked up. He whimpered as his body trembled at each flick, not expecting it to feel this good. He had touched himself, but he was untouched by others. The concubines were a fake, a show he put on to make him more believable, to make his facade the more believable.
He wanted to protest but his mouth did not move because his body was succumbing to what you were making him feel for the very first time. Your mouth went to his right nipple to give him the same attention you gave the left one and his back arched slightly off the bed, making you chuckle underneath your breath. You were loving his reactions, and he knew you were because your excitement could be detected through your arousal. He knew his bed sheets would have to be burnt in the morning… if he survived until then.
Your lips started trailing down as your body moved, crawling backwards as you kissed his navel, making him jerk from the sensation, goosebumps being displayed all over his arms and chest. You licked around his belly button, and he whined at the strange feeling, not knowing he was sensitive in that area at all, but then his eyes widened when he felt your body wiggling itself in between his legs, trying to spread them apart but he did his best to keep them closed.
A warning growl came from you and his body acted against his will as his legs spread open for you to finally slot yourself in the middle, your fingers hooking on the edge of his cloth and he held his breath in. The only one who had ever touched him there for inspection had been Caius to check on his health and overall look of it. His body trembled in anticipation, nerves, fear, excitement, lust - he no longer knew, yet, you didn’t pull his cloth down, your lips pressing against his left inner thigh.
Were you trying to calm him down?
He felt the air becoming lighter, as if a weight had been taken off his chest, a weight he didn’t know was there at all. He could breathe more easily now, and he realized you had released soothing pheromones in the air for him. He didn’t know what you wanted anymore. You looked like you were going to take what you wanted no matter what he said, yet you also acted like he was the most delicate flower there was.
“Calm.” It was authoritative, but not like the other times. He felt like there was no threat behind the voice, but rather a warm blanket of a caring emotion. He wanted to laugh at that statement. You had punched him in the stomach for him to stop struggling, there is nothing caring about this. Yet–
He gasped when you licked the slick that was stuck on his inner thighs, and a pleasured growl vibrated throughout the whole room. You were tasting him. Someone was tasting him for the very first time and he didn’t think this day would ever come. He assumed he would have died a virgin for the sole purpose to rule until the end of his days. Rule. He has to rule. His mind snapped back into reality for a second, finding his voice once again.
“Y– You can’t–” He didn’t want to stop, his body didn’t want you to stop, but what about the rest? Everything he struggled with, everything he had to do to be where he is right now, all being thrown down into a pit of snakes because of you, because of your goddamn existence.
“I can, I will and you won’t be able to stop screaming for me, Omega.” He snarled at the name, not wanting to be called that, he wasn’t used to it, no matter how right his body told him it was, his mind could not fathom it. Your fingers hooked on the edges of his cloth once more and you started taking them off, making him gulp loudly as he felt the coldness of the room hit him right on his wet cunt, sending shivers all over his body.
You had your eyes closed, nose flaring aggressively as you took off this piece of fabric. He saw you throwing the loincloth away, and you finally opened your eyes, staring at the untouched cavity no one had the pleasure to be in or taste before. A place that was never to be seen by others, touched, or defiled. Your breathing grew elaborate as you smelled him. You smelled the slick dripping down towards the crack of his ass and down to his robe that you never got to take off.
His eyes looked down towards your tunics, the tent still up, and his head started to wander. What size could it be? Do female Alphas have the same size? Smaller? Thinner? His curiosity is there, he wants to know, but he knows he shouldn’t because the moment he sees your member he is probably going to submit completely and he is not ready for that. Not yet.
“You are pretty. The gods have really blessed you with it.” Your voice was anything but sarcastic or with venom. It was honest, and you almost sounded drunk. He wiggled slightly underneath you, feeling the embarrassment of being watched so intensely for the first time. Watched with another intent than just giving him a medical check-up.
“S-Stop. I didn’t ask for it. If it were for me I would have never chosen it!” His voice was loud, high pitched, and his hands yanked once more, feeling his arms growing tired from being in the air for a while now. You were still looking down at his center, completely out of it, high off of his scent. You slowly bent down, laying on your stomach as you positioned your face right in front of his entrance. He was wide-eyed, staring at the ceiling, not knowing what to do in this situation.
He felt a cold air sharply brushing over his small cocklette. He looked down to see you blowing over him, sending shivers all over his body, and goosebumps on his legs and arms. You didn’t react to him, your mouth still agape as you stared at his core. You closed your eyes as you took a sharp intake of his smell, and then exhaled, opening your eyes again to lock them with his own. His breath hitched in his throat, wanting to fight back, wanting to push you off, but his body was betraying him. After all these years, his body is retaliating back.
He threw his head back when he felt your tongue sharply lick from the bottom of his slit, to the top, and then flick his cocklette in one movement. A gasp got stuck in his throat at the new sensation. What was that? He could have been feeling that all this while, and he was willing to never know about this for the sole purpose of keeping his throne?
Yes. Yes, he was.
“Stop–” He needed you to stop because if you didn’t, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from calling out to you. To call out for you.
“No. This is mine.” You said in a growl, surprising him with how possessive you sounded. How brutal that statement was, yet it wasn’t unpleasant to him even if he wanted to feel it was. Before he could answer, his back arched upwards, his mouth falling open as you started circling his cocklette with the tip of your tongue, to then take it into your mouth.
“Damn you–” He clenched his teeth together as he held in his sounds of pleasure, trying to focus on not enjoying it, focus on his throne, focus on rome. But it was hard to do when you were slurping him as if he were the ambrosia Demeter promised Demophon of Athens. And he was. To you he was even more than that, more delightful, as if you were tasting all constellations. You let go of his cocklette with a pop, drool already pooling at the corner of your mouth.
“You taste delightful… delicious… remarkable.” Your tongue lolled out to lick a strip all over his slicked up folds. His body trembled beneath you, your hands on his inner thighs to keep them separated, and for him to not have a surge of power and clamp them together over your head.
“Ngh–” He was holding back his moans, the more you licked, the more he sweat and the more scent he was exuding. He didn’t want to give in to the pleasure. He didn’t want to give in to you. He didn’t want to yet his body was reacting, and betraying him over and over again and he couldn’t stop it. He couldn’t stop you. He couldn’t stop this.
You kept licking, tasting, ravishing him with your tongue in ways he never thought he would experience. This was never supposed to happen in his entire life and yet, there you were, between his legs, eating his biggest secret. And he was loving it. His body was absolutely ecstatic of feeling like this for the first time in its life and his mind was slipping away each lick of yours, each sucking on his cocklette.
He gasped as his back arched off the bed when your tongue entered him. He didn’t know what to think of it, feeling you inside, feeling something inside for the first time in his life aside from his own fingers. He whimpered as he felt you swirling around inside of him, your moans vibrating against his core, and he could hear your slurping as he felt more slick coming out of him.
You were addicted, and he could smell how much you were enjoying him. He wanted to hate it, hate the fact you were enjoying yourself so much, but no… he was so happy. He wanted to chirp for the first time in his life, knowing you… an Alpha, was aroused by pleasuring him. That you were finding him delicious. That you wanted to make him climb into those mountains of pleasure no one ever took him before, and much less reach the very peak of them.
You pulled away with a gasp for air, and he lifted his head to look down at you, seeing how you licked all over your lips, still looking at his center with blacked out eyes. His legs trembled as his belly twirled around with need for more, a rope that was slowly becoming tighter with the intent of snapping apart.
“The gods were so good to you… making you this delicious, and only for me to taste.” Your voice was sultry and as if you were not entirely there. It was low, with the hint of a purr in the background of it and Geta’s skin grew goosebumps because again, he was delighted to hear an Alpha purr for him. Yet, a bit of his rational mind, or what he thought was rational, remained.
“I never asked for it–” His eyes widened when he felt your middle finger running along his slit, wetting it with his slick. He tensed up, clenching on nothing as nerves and fear overtook him for a second, yanking on his arms once again. He felt you kiss his right inner thigh and then a purring voice.
“I am going to take care of you… relax.” His omega does as told instantly, relaxing for you as he slumped back on the bed, not knowing how tense his entire body got. You hummed in approval, pushing your finger in, slowly, letting him engulf you at his pace. His mouth fell agape, his head falling back on the pillow underneath him. He felt you invaded him, a stranger, and he should hate it. He should hate it just like he always thought he would have and yet, he wants to moan out your name.
He wants to call out for you.
His belly cramped in pleasure, and he heard a chuckle coming from you, but he didn’t have the strength in him to retort at you, or to snap like he always does. You let him adjust around your finger for a second before pulling out and pushing back in again. The feeling was foreign coming from another person, and much more when it was an Alpha. It was as if the pleasure was heightened. As if he had an aphrodisiac injected into him, and he could only blame his heat for this.
You started thrusting your middle finger in and out of him, and his body flushed all over, heat engulfing him from head to toe, burning him as if he were inside an iron bull. His eyes closed as he fought to keep his mouth closed, but it was getting harder and harder to keep his noises in. You felt him slick your finger, making it so easy to slip in and out of him, so you decided to add your ring finger, slowly, pushing it next to your other one and the Emperor gasped, a strangled small moan escaping him for the first time in the night.
“What a good Omega. If it feels good, you have to let yourself enjoy it, pretty one.” He whined at your words, but still he wanted to listen to you as you started pumping your fingers in and out of him. Small little pants escaped him as his body moved slightly, up and down on the bed thanks to your thrusts. The rope started getting tighter and he wanted to curse the hells for making his body this way. It was all because of your designations, it’s just because of that reason only.
His walls started fluttering around you, and his legs trembled, letting you feel the reaction with your free hand which was still gripping his inner thigh, nails digging into the flesh. Your hips were rubbing against the mattress below you, trying to get friction and your growls of need started vibrating on every single wall of the room. Your cock had fully come out, and you needed to knot the Omega below you before your semi-rut makes you go insane.
You curled your fingers upwards at the same time you engulfed his cocklette into your mouth, sucking eagerly and feeling some of his slick coming out of the tip of it. He let out a cry of pleasure as he felt something weird. It was different and it felt too good. You were rubbing something deep within him that he had never felt in his entire life. Was this his heat? It was making his belly cramp as his orgasm got closer and closer, ready to unravel him in front of you.
You kept slurping on him as your fingers increased their pace in short and quick movement, abusing that soft spot inside of him that was making him tremble underneath you, trying to move around, not knowing what to do with his body. He knew his scent was a mix of emotions, but he didn’t know what to think of this. It was a pleasure he never felt in his life, and his moans were now unrestrained, making you purr against him.
“W– What is– Oh, I’m–” You hummed against him, urging him to finally let go on you, to let himself get washed away in a tsunami of pleasure. A pleasure you are giving him.
The constellations flashed over his eyes as his back arched off the bed, his wrists yanking against the restraints as his thighs wanted to clamp on anything because he felt he was on fire down there, clamping around your fingers like a vice. His belly burnt and tightened as his climax crushed through him and his mouth opened, ready to call out for you for who you were. But his own gush of slick cut him off, surprising him as his cries were heard around the room.
You took everything he gave you from his cocklette, gulping it all down as you slowed your fingers, helping him ride his orgasm out. He was having some spasms as you felt him unclench around you, slowly pulling your mouth and fingers away from him. He let his body fall slump on the bed, and you saw how his chest went up and down with heavy breaths. You looked down at his center, your tongue licking all the slick that was coming out from his orgasm.
“So delicious, damn you…” You mumbled into him as he twitched, little whimpers of overstimulation escaping him. He felt his sight slowly coming back to him, and he didn’t understand why but… he wasn’t satisfied. His belly started hurting again and he realized that he wasn’t going to ever be until he was knotted. He needed a knot… your knot.
Your ministrations were cut off when you heard a small sob coming from above you. You immediately pulled away from him, crawling up his body, both hands now resting on each side of his head as you looked down at him. He was whining, tears running down his eyes, his charcoal liner leaving dark streaks from the corner and towards his ears. Your hand reached over, slowly touching his cheek only for him to hiss and shove his head away from you.
“You… You are just going to take it…” You tilted your head at him, confused. Your arousal was interrupted with worry and he didn’t understand why you were acting this way when all you wanted was to break him.
“Take it…? Your vir–”
“My throne. You– You are going to take my throne…” His tears started rolling down once again as he shook his head. “You are going to reveal who I am, and it will be over for me, and–”
He gasped when he felt your lips on his forehead, a surge of calmness washing over him. He could smell your scent, a warm and kind fire. The scent of lemongrass all around him, something he didn’t smell on you before. You pulled away as you shook your head at him, his mind reeling with confusion.
“I don’t want your throne.”
“What? Don’t you dare jester me–”
“I just want you, Omega. We are destined.” At those words, Geta’s eyebrows pinched right in the middle, not understanding what you were saying at all.
“What are you saying?” You chuckled, a genuine smile on your lips, despite all that hard exterior you had shown him all night and at the games, making his body tremble slightly underneath you.
“We are scent mates. You were the only scent in my life to trigger a small rut and it seems I am the only one who could trigger a heat on you, despite any method you took to avoid them and suppress them.”
The Emperor was stunned at your words. Was there something like that in the world? He never heard of it before, and Caius didn’t either because he didn’t find anything on that subject. Scent mates… then, it means he cannot leave you. He cannot kill you. He cannot make you leave because he doesn’t want to. He can’t.
“Y– You… how… I don’t– I don’t want to give up my throne–”
“And you won’t. Make me your second general in command. I am a very respected Alpha back in my city, and I have an army of three thousand barbarians.” He blinked a few times up at you, his mind blank as it slowly started filling with warmth and with some clarity. His hivemind started to take control of him the more he heard you talk.
“You want… to give me your army?” You nodded at that, your hand reaching out to rub his cheek once again and this time he didn’t pull away, letting you rub against his skin, his eyes closing as his chest warmed up to the feeling.
“Protecting you is my number one priority. If you want to rule as an Alpha or an Omega, it’s your choice, but I will stand behind you, not in front of you, my Omega. I would never forsake you.”
And his body felt as if it were laying on clouds. It felt as if he was enveloped in warm comforters crafted by the olympus with gold linen all over the seams. Your eyes showed honesty, and he could smell that you were in fact being truthful to him. Why didn’t you start with that? Why didn’t you begin with those words so he could fully enjoy you? To let him fully succumb to this heat and the need to mate with you?
“Protect me… Alpha.” He saw your body tremble, a strangled moan choking you up as he saw your eyes turn deep black once again. “Untie me.”
You looked down at him for a few seconds, your breaths starting to become heavier as your mind started slipping away into a knothead rut. You managed to let a shaky breath out of your lips as your hands reached over to untie him, struggling a little thanks to the trembling of your fingers. His gaze was stuck on your face, his chest going up and down as he breathed heavily, feeling the string of his robe coming undone, his wrists burning from the friction, but he no longer cared.
His arms immediately wrapped around your shoulders, his face flushing with rosy cheeks as you looked down on him. He didn’t know what to do, but his instincts were telling him to try and lunge forward, do something, and gladly, you realized and took that initiative for him. Your lips clashed on his and he immediately whimpered in ecstasy, feeling a current of electricity running through his bones as your arms wrapped around him.
His hands started going down towards your neck, feeling how hot your skin was, basking on being able to finally touch you. Your lips moved desperately on eachother, sloppy, messy, filled with drool and tongue. It makes your length twitch underneath your tunics, making you groan. Your hips connected with his middle, and you both moaned into each other’s mouths as you started slowly swaying back and forth on him.
He could feel you. It was big from what he could guess, and his core slicked all over at the thought of getting knotted by you. Never in his life he thought he would hear those words in his head. His cocklette was being rubbed in the most delicious of ways, making him whimper and groan in your mouth. Your moans were sweet, deep, and in need, and he cannot believe his destined Alpha would be a woman. He never thought of the possibility of there ever being a destined person, or a scent mate in his life. He was never taught that or no one ever gave him a slight mention of it.
But it seems that’s because of royalty. You came from a city filled with legends, old tales, no one to rule over you. A community being a community. He doesn’t understand it.
You pulled away from him, kneeling up and undoing the string in the middle of your tunics. He was staring at you, rising up on his elbows to take a better look at you as you pulled the fabric up and away from you, revealing you had no underwear on yourself. That’s why he could feel you so harshly. His eyes widened when he saw you, all ready, throbbing, hard, large, and with precum coming out of your tip.
And his mouth salivated.
He whimpered as his eyes turned glossy, fully sitting up, his body acting on pure impulse and desire. He leaned forward, tongue lolling out, to tentatively lick the tip of your lenght. You choked on a growl, both hands coming to cover your mouth. He could sense the spike of arousal in you, and he could taste it on his tongue as more precum oozed out of you. He smirked, looking up at you while his hand engulfed your base.
“So pretty for me, Alpha.” And you were. You were beautiful. Your breasts, your perky nipples waiting for his mouth, for his touch. Your pupils completely engulfing the irises of your eyes. You were perfect. A perfect Alpha and just for him. He saw you shiver and he heard you whimper for the first time in the night, the roles reversing for a split second.
“Please…” You moaned out, and he looked back down at your throbbing shaft that bobbed for attention on his face. He didn’t know how to do this. He wasn’t skilled, he had no experience, but god, does he want to satisfy his Alpha with everything he has in him. He moved forward again as you stayed kneeled up, his hands coming to grip your backside as he kissed the tip of your length.
You couldn’t help the moan with his name on your lips as he kept giving kisses and tentative licks to it. His hands went upwards to hold onto your breasts, a moan escaping him as he felt your nipples on his palms. He fondled them, basking on them, worshipping the first pair of breasts he ever touched without any fabric or coverage on them. He often did it to his ‘concubines’ to keep appearances, but never touched them raw like he is now and he is loving it. His kisses traveled along the length, reaching your base and you shivered as you let your hands drop to your sides again as your head fell backwards.
You smelled so good to him, making more of his juices gush out of him, staining the robe beneath him and probably seeping through it and down to his sheets. Now he doesn’t want to burn them at all. He wants to keep them unwashed for days, or weeks, just so he can smell you every minute and hour of the day. He got your nipples in between his index fingers and thumbs, pinching and rolling them as he felt you jerk slightly on his grasp.
He finally opened his mouth to take the tip of your shaft into his mouth, the head of it feeling excellent on his tongue as he swirled it around. You whined as your hand went to the back of his head, running your fingers through his ginger hair as you basked on how good he looked doing this to you. Suddenly, he whined as a cramp kicked in his belly, making him pull away from you, his hands coming to rest on it.
Your arousal got interrupted as worry for your Omega took over, your free hand coming to hold his cheek so he could look up at you. He had a tear running down his face as his face reddened in need.
“I– I don’t know– Something is missing–”
“Your nest, my sun. Your nest is missing.” You instantly pulled away from him, a desperate whine escaping him as you stepped off from the bed to grab your tunic again, crawling towards him again, handing the garment to him. “Smell this.”
He did as instructed, his hands snatching your tunic away, his nose dipping into the filthy cloth only for your scent to fill his lungs. He moaned at it, his head whipping behind him to look at his pillows. He shrugged his robe off, moving in order to get it off from under him as well, and he placed it on one side of his pillow, while your tunic was put on the other side. His belly uncramped slightly, but it was hungry for more.
He kneeled up, turning around to see you again and he had to look down slightly to be able to meet your gaze. He was panting as his whimpers were coming out of his mouth, not being able to control them. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush to him, your shaft in between the both of you, smearing your own seed on his body.
“Please… I–” You nodded, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down for a kiss. He moaned into it, his palms flat all over your back, touching everywhere he could as you two kissed fervently.
‘Submit.’
He pulled away, laying back down on the bed, spreading his legs to reveal his wet center to you and his hand was raised for you to take it. You took it and he pulled you into him, falling in between his legs, your chest hitting his. Your lips found his jaw, kissing it gently and you could hear him whimper as his hips canted upwards onto your length, making you hiss.
“I will take care of you. I’ll make the pain go away, Omega.” And Geta purred, for the first time in his life. He had never purred, not even for his own mother or brother. He had denied his designation since the first minute, and he denied having any omega behaviour, even as small as a whine.
It felt good.
Your eyes widened at the sound, your shaft now slickened up thanks to rubbing it up and down his folds and against his cocklette. Your canines elongated as a deep growl in delight, assimilating a purr, vibrated in your throat. Your hips went backwards and your tip caught onto his entrance, making his breath hitch. His hands were on your waist, while yours were caging his head against the bed.
“I’m ready, my Alpha.” You shivered at the sound of that. My. Mine. Yes, it sounded right. You started pushing forward, slowly, torturous for you, but new to him. His eyes widened as he threw his head back onto the pillows, tilting his head to where your tunic was for your scent to fill his nostrils. He couldn’t find his voice as you kept splitting him open, feeling this new intrusion inside of him, a much bigger one.
“Relax, my sun. You need to relax for me…” He tried to let go of the air he was holding in, slowly, trying to get his breathing under control. Your lips connected to his neck, giving it soft pecks as he felt your hot breath on his skin. That made him relax, untense, his body falling deeper into his soft bed. The moment he unclenched on you, you kept going, breaching him open as his digits dug into your waist.
He felt himself shaking as he felt the extreme pleasure running all over his limbs, as well as the pain of the loss of his virginity. But you were being so careful with him, and he felt protected by you. A gift sent by the gods themselves. He didn’t know you were thinking the exact same thing, and now you didn’t feel any sadness towards your city. The invasion caused you to meet him, it caused you to finally reach him and be where you are now.
He choked on his spit when there was some strain as you were about to bottom out in him. It was painful, making him hiss at the pain, but his belly was screaming for you to break it. It needed you to break it. It was just one more little push, one more little thrust and his purity will be long gone. Your eyes locked with his, and he saw how fast your breathing was, how flushed you looked, how much you were holding yourself back with him, even in a semi-rut. He gave you one nod and–
“Damn–!” He cried out as you gave one strong thrust, finally getting through the restraint. You let out a breath, choking on it as you took another in, shaking as you did while looking down at where you two were connected, pelvis to pelvis. His eyes were closed as he tried to adjust to you, thinking it was going to be impossible but it was becoming so easy as he kept letting his strangled breaths out.
You couldn’t begin to explain what you were feeling. It was as if you solved the logical explanation of a long lost legend. As if you’ve won a war that would give you everything you’ve ever wanted. And for the Emperor, he felt like conquering something more than Rome, than all the cities around him. You were more than anything he ever put his power onto.
Your eyes met his, his right hand moving to the back of your neck, pulling you down into a kiss that made you twitch inside of him, and he felt the first sweat of pleasure all over his body, making him moan into your mouth. He pulled away from you, keeping his nose against yours as he looked into your eyes.
“Move.” He commanded, the roles now reversed, and you didn’t mind it at all. Your hips went backwards, and he groaned as he looked down where you were connecting with him as you slowly pushed back in. His face contorted into a pleasured one in an instant as he felt you against his walls, making him look into your eyes again. Your jaw was clenched, setting a slow pace on him to accustom him to the feeling.
He started letting out soft breaths as the pleasure grew more intense the more you thrusted into him. It felt like he was slowly losing himself, his mind telling him things he never thought of before. Mating. Breeding. Him pregnant with your pups. His round belly as he looked at himself in the mirror. He wondered if your thoughts were going in the same direction as his.
“You feel so good, my Omega.” He flustered at that, his mouth opening to let out a moan as you quickened the pace, and his fingers dug into the back of your neck and your side. He started feeling his belly turn in delight, more slick than ever coming out of him and around you, smearing all of his sheets and your pelvis and thighs.
“More– More–” He couldn’t recognize his desperate voice, feeling a need like never before. You kneeled up with a groan, getting hold of his knees as his hands fell to his sides. He was confused as he panted only for his eyes to widen when you started moving rougher, your hips now snapping against his, and he heard the skin slapping, his core squelching thanks to how much slick he produced.
You were moaning, your breasts bouncing with each thrust, and his cries for you grew louder, calling out your name, a new prayer in his lips. He felt himself burning, his body just engulfed in flames as if Hell had sucked him in for punishment. He felt you going in and out of him, your hips angling at one point and–
He gasped as a whimper followed when he felt that sweet spot being hit by your tip once more. He didn’t care what it was anymore, just that it felt divine. His hands gripped the sheets below him as you kept that rough pace, sweat all over your body, nails digging into his knees as you kept his legs spread for you. He was crying out for you, looking at you through hooded lids, tears of pleasure running down the sides of his face as drool pooled on the corner of his mouth.
“So pretty, Omega. My Omega. My beautiful, powerful Omega.” Oh, he loved the sound of that, his core fluttering around your length, making your hips stutter slightly before continuing your pace with a growl. His belly needed more, but he didn’t know how to get it, or what that more was. He just needed it, making him whimper in the middle of his moans.
“Alpha– I don’t– I need more–!” You nodded, your right hand leaving his knee, moving in between the two of you to get hold of his cocklette. His back arched as he cried out when you started rubbing him, your hand squeezing lightly to cause friction as you kept slamming your hips against his. He felt his belly turning and turning, the threat of an orgasm approaching him as his nails dug into his mattress.
You moaned out his name, over and over again, feeling him clench and unclench around you. There was fire between the both of you, the air around you musky, filled with the scent of sin, of beautiful sin. He didn’t want this smell to leave his room now. Not ever. His body moved back and forth as your skin slapped over and over, feeling you deep within him, and he swore you were hitting his belly.
But you kept abusing that soft place in him, making his entire body tremble in anticipation as he felt himself being lifted into clouds the more you railed into him. His moans started coming out choked, his breaths were stuttering as he tried taking deep ones in. His body was red in color as you looked down on him, your hand moving faster on his cocklette, your mouth watering at the sight before you.
“Let go, my lord. Let go, Omega.” And that he did. His eyes clenched shut as his walls tightened all around you, making you stop your hips, a choke coming out of your lips. He couldn’t find his voice as he shook underneath you, his back arched, his neck all red as he couldn’t help throwing his head back. It was a strong orgasm, and it was so good doing it around your shaft. It felt too good. He finally cried out your name as his belly kept fluttering, the orgasm ongoing.
You were breathing heavily as his back touched the bed again, and you stopped the movement of your hips, trying to catch your breath as he finally unclenched around you. He was panting as he kept his eyes closed, trying to regain some consciousness as his mind kept reeling with you, some rationality seeping through that was making him think of the future.
He saw you choking on your breaths as your hands landed on his chest to hold yourself up, the hand that stroked your cocklette smeared with the small spurt of slick that came out of it. You hissed when you felt the burning starting to happen at the base of your length. You pulled your hips back and moved back in, your name coming out of his mouth as his hands went up to cradle your face.
He wanted it. He needed it. So he started begging.
“Please– Please–” He pleaded for you and you shivered on top of him as you moved your hips once again, setting a normal pace, because if you went rough you would not be able to control your hivemind, already feeling your canines wanting to elongate inside your mouth.
“I– I won’t knot you, my lord.”
His eyes widened, a loud whine escaping his throat, eyebrows meeting in the middle with pure sadness. What did you mean? Why not? Why?
“What–? What– no! I order you–!” His voice was strained as your hips stilled, just half of your length in, and he knew your knot was slowly inflating because he could feel a different thickness trying to enter him. He whined when he felt it and you were not pushing it in, not wanting to lock inside of him.
“I– If I knot you, I will mate you. I will bite you– I– I don’t want to make my Omega unhappy, and if ruling makes you happy– Biting you means you will live as an Omega.”
He now understood what you meant. You really wanted him to keep ruling, and for that he would have to give up the idea of ever mating you, knowing that at one point he would be pregnant with your pups. Everyone will know he is an Omega… the entirety of Rome will rise against him. Probably even kill him for the deception to the whole community… yet–
“Protect me. You told me you would protect me… I want to keep ruling with your bite on my neck.” His face was twisted as he grinned up at you, wickedness displayed in his features, ideas brewing in his head that the more he thought of, the more he enjoyed. You saw the shift in Geta’s gaze. He had come up with a plan.
“Are you sure?” Your gaze turned dark, thoughts of protecting your omega against everything and everyone, blood on your hands as you ripped open skulls, pushed eyes into their sockets… Yes, you enjoyed the mere idea of killing for the emperor. For your Omega.
“Mercy– I beg you– I want it–” He whined now, tears spilling from his eyes as his hips tried to move towards you, wanting you back inside of him. “Have mercy on me, Alpha.”
And suddenly, he saw that smirk of yours that he saw the first time. It was evil, filled with dark emotions that he himself has inside. You kneeled up again as you raised your hand towards him, your thumb in the middle. He watched expectantly, the heat in his body rising to extraordinary levels as the anticipation was killing him from inside out.
“If tyranny is what my Omega wants… Tyranny is what you are going to get.”
And you turned your thumb upwards.
The crowd was cheering loudly as the gladiators fought on the field below.
Caracalla was laughing, clapping as he looked back at General Acacius, but the man’s eyes were fixated on the person on his left, the one that was behind the other throne.
You were standing tall as one of your hands rested at the top of the throne while the other was being gripped by your Omega’s hand, over his right shoulder. Your attire had changed into a general’s. You were wearing golden gear, with a red cape hanging from your shoulders. Women never wore these attires, much less, women didn’t go to war, even those who were Alphas. You were the exception at the Emperor’s orders.
When you two mated two months ago, you had sworn you would protect Geta, at any cost. That he will rule, even if the people and the council found out he was an omega. But before that, you two had to pay some people a visit. The council.
The moment Geta walked in with you right behind him, all the men in the room winced in disgust, getting up from their seats as the emperor sat next to his brother who was shocked, his mouth agape as he smelled his sibling. You walked to stand next to him, your eyes filled with the intent of murder, with the thirst of blood, which made the men in the room sit back down, slowly, and against their will.
“I have deceived you all. As you can smell, I am not an Alpha. I never have been, but I plan to keep ruling as an omega… I have been for years now, you all didn’t notice. It doesn’t change anything.” At that, all the men in the room started yelling, Alphas and Betas pointing fingers at the emperor, and you wanted to growl loudly, warn them to not overstep, but Geta held your hand, noticing how angry you had gotten. The men fell silent as they saw the gesture, now looking at you.
“You have been mated.” One of them said, and Geta nodded with confidence. His brother smiled and clapped in excitement, making him look at Caracalla with surprise in his features.
“A mate! A mate! Everyone rejoice!” Geta smiled with teeth, feeling his belly turn with excitement, squeezing your hand in the process. Your chest puffed up with pride, a nod towards Caracalla in appreciation, even if you knew his dementia had gotten the best of him, he never stopped feeling happy for his brother.
“UNACCEPTABLE!” Your head and Geta’s turned to look at the man at the back, an Alpha, getting up from his seat as he walked to the middle of the room, facing the emperors and yourself. “Rome has never been ruled by an Omega and never will! Omegas are at the bottom of the class chart, and you are no exception! Demoted! BEHEADED! You must be demoted–”
Before he could finish his sentence, his head was falling to the floor. Everyone sat in silence as they shivered, some peed themselves in fear, and even Alphas were about to whimper as they looked at the sword that was dripping blood and then at the bearer of it. Your eyes were looking at how the headless body now fell to the floor, your eyes moving upwards to the council in front of you.
“The moment you touch one single hair of his… is the moment I kill your kin in front of your eyes, and I shove their guts down your throats.” The men in the room stayed silent, even the women who served as concubines and servers who stood in a corner of the room. Your eyes scanned everyone as you raised the bloodied sword to them.
“This–” A man tried to respond, but your eyes dug deep into his skull before he could finish.
“Emperor Geta will rule Rome. My army is already on its way here, an army of 3,000 men and women. Barbarians that the only way they know to fight is to rip the intestines raw from your stomachs and strangle you with them.” You lowered your sword as you turned to look at everyone in the room. “The moment you do something to him, is the moment I burn Rome down. No man, woman, child, baby, or dog will be spared. There will be nothing left to rule.”
The room stayed silent for just a few seconds before one of the men raised his hand up in acceptance and surrender. The rest followed through.
The people were not happy, but as they saw your soldiers on the street, witnessing how vicious they were to whoever protested, they calmed down. They have swallowed the fact an Omega is now ruling Rome, their home, fearing for their lives. Nobody had ever tried to take Geta down. Not when you are standing right behind him every second of every day, like his own personal shadow.
“I have one more surprise for you, my love.” You whispered into Geta’s ear, and he smiled as he got up from his chair, seeing all the gladiators now dead on the ring thanks to your men. Guts were all over the dirt as if a painter had done marvelous work. Your men stood in a wide circle as a gate opened, a figure walking in, stumbling. Geta’s eyes widened as he turned to look at you. “I may have kept him alive and lied to you about his departure to savor this moment.”
The Emperor looked back to the field, a small smile appearing on his lips as the crowd remained quiet. Caius stood in the middle of the field, beard now on his features, much more skinnier, bruises on his skin and a sack of potatoes as his only clothes. He looked up at the emperor with tears rolling down his eyes.
“Just for me…”
“He locked you in, intending to murder you. You and I were lucky that the Alpha in that room was me, my sun.” Geta turned around to face you, leaning down to place an appreciative kiss on your lips. Displays of affection were not something common and were frowned upon for indecency, but he couldn’t help himself, and he was the emperor. He could do whatever he pleased. You moaned into the kiss, and he pulled away with a smile, turning around once more, looking down at the doctor who had betrayed him months back.
“Mercy… I ask for mercy, please!” He begged. Mercy? Geta's top lip twitched as he snarled at the man, his right hand coming to rest on his belly. His left hand raised up, thumb right in the middle as you stood behind him. There was no shakiness in his hand. This is Rome. Your Omega’s rome. And you will defend it and him until the day you perish.
And Geta’s finger turned downwards.
the end
a/n: look, i did say the demons won, and this is not everyone's cup of tea, i do know this, but this man is not an alpha. also, a reblog helps
i will tag a few people that interacted with the geta posts: @keeryhours @doomsdaybby @userchai @xgrxcefulx
Yandere beta who doesn’t understand why omegas swoon over alphas until you came along. Yandere beta who has never smelled a scent a day in his life but suddenly feels like he’s drowning in yours. Yandere beta who steals a hoodie you left behind in your locker so he can cuddle it in bed. Yandere beta who suddenly collapses panting heavily in front of you, releasing the best scent you’ve ever smelled in your life. Yandere beta who gets told he has turned into an omega upon meeting his soul mate. Yandere omega who forces you to take responsibility and help him with his heat.
Hey, Cocoa! If you could pick one fictional man to kidnap you here and now, who would it be and why? 😏
Laurie Laurence, immediately. If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it right, give me an obsessive little rich twink. Did you see that library??? I wouldnt be leaving the house anyway, no need to even lock me up
Hey, Cocoa! If you could pick one fictional man to kidnap you here and now, who would it be and why? 😏
Laurie Laurence, immediately. If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it right, give me an obsessive little rich twink. Did you see that library??? I wouldnt be leaving the house anyway, no need to even lock me up
Hey, Cocoa! If you could pick one fictional man to kidnap you here and now, who would it be and why? 😏
Laurie Laurence, immediately. If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it right, give me an obsessive little rich twink. Did you see that library??? I wouldnt be leaving the house anyway, no need to even lock me up
Hey, Cocoa! If you could pick one fictional man to kidnap you here and now, who would it be and why? 😏
Laurie Laurence, immediately. If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it right, give me an obsessive little rich twink. Did you see that library??? I wouldnt be leaving the house anyway, no need to even lock me up
Prompt: "I'm open to that in a safer environment."
I know it’s short but please let me know your thoughts and reblog. Also, would love to discuss any ideas these little snippets inspire!
Love you! 💞
You huddle behind the car as another bullet pings off. It's that moment in the movie when the audience wonders, how did they get here? You can't help but ask the same question because you have no idea.
And this isn't a movie, this is real life.
You push yourself backward, the window shattering above you and raining glass down over your hair and clothing. You retreat in a panic and hit a wall. You push into it as the gunfire razes across the car.
A hand presses on the back of your neck as the man behind you raises himself up. The shots are closer as he aims and shoots back. He falls back down as you lean into his lap, quivering in fear.
He curls himself around you and eases you back, angling you away from the assault. You wiggle again, feeling yourself press against the front of his pants. He hums as his large hand splays on your stomach, fingertips curling for just a moment.
"Now, darling," he urges you away from him, shifting to move you behind him. "I'm open to that in a safer environment." He bends his neck and checks the chamber of the gun. "For now, I've other business at hand.
Warnings: this fic will include dark content and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: you sign up for a match making service and your date goes a lot better than you expect.
Characters: Jonathan Pine
Note: This will be split in two parts for brevity. I'm also thinking of a few more bachelors for this one hehe. Open to suggestion.
I welcome and appreciate all feedback. This means replies, reblogs, and asks. I do prefer if you can reblog and share my work along with your thoughts. <3
Please check my pinned post for more information on my blog, stories, and asks!
Do one kind thing for yourself today and take care.💖
It’s a scam. You’re certain of it. You’re just that desperate to fall for it.
You read through his profile again. This has to be fake. AI, probably. Are you really this… pathetic?
You press your hand against your neck, overly conscious of the buzzing din of the restaurant and the shadows moving under hanging lights in low intimate conversations. This isn’t the type of place you’d choose. Black tie only, no prices on the menu, wine by the bottle.
That’s the catch. Lady’s choice when it comes to the match, man’s choice for the venue. You flutter your fingers under your jaw and sigh. You really paid a matchmaking service to figure out why you can’t get a date? You’re not sure even professionals can solve this problem.
You nibble your lip, just for a second, before you remind yourself not to mess up the gloss. He’s not late, you’re early. So anxious that you couldn’t wait any longer to call the cab. The hostess wasn’t impressed but found you a table prematurely after you gave the name on the reservation…
Jonathan Pine. You read his name for the nth time. Right beside the picture that is too perfect to be real. God, the rise of machine learning really is catastrophic. In fact, you’d be better off finding a chat bot and sinking into psychosis.
Retired. At his age? That’s also too good to be true. Interests; classic literature, nature walks, running. The last one isn’t exactly your thing but you could get into it. And a little exercise wouldn’t hurt.
Six foot three. Every man inflates his height. It never mattered much to you. Height can’t make up for a bad personality. Or apathy.
He’s handsome. Blue eyes with specks of green around the pupil, a regal nose and sharp cheekbones. You bite your cheek. You might be wearing a new dress still weighing on your credit statement and that overpriced lip gloss from Sephora, but it’s a poor disguise. You’re out of your depth.
“Excuse me…” the honey-smooth voice startles you and you quickly black the screen of your phone.
You look over your shoulder at the man just within your peripheral. It’s him. You put your phone down and twist awkwardly in the chair. He keeps you from standing with a subtle gesture.
“Please, not on my account.” He pleads. “Did I misunderstand? I didn’t think I was late.”
“Oh, no I’m just chronically… early.” You smile nervously. “Er, um, Mr. Pine.”
He chuckles softly. “Please, Jonathan,” He bends and takes your hand. He gently places a kiss on your knuckles. “I do believe we’ve come on the understood terms, yes? No need for formality.”
“Uh, yes, you’re right.” You agree as your hand tingle, the feel of his large fingers on your hand sending tendrils up your arm. “I’m sorry. I’m nervous.”
“That’s quite alright,” he lets you go, fingertips grazing lingeringly. “I must admit I am as well.” He angles around the table to sit across from you. “I also confess that when the hostess first pointed you out, I was… rather intimidated. I had to build my courage.” His shoulders are straight, his posture pristine. “You are even more lovely than your pictures.”
You smile sheepishly and hum, not quite able to get the giggle out. He’s charming. Too charming. Or you’re just paranoid.
“Might I call you…” he enunciates your name, “or do you prefer something else?”
“No, that’s fine… erm, Jonathan.”
“Ah, I’ve never heard it said so sweetly.” He grins then swallows. His long fingers crawl up his tie and toy with the knot. “Well, I do think I’ve left you waiting long enough. Shall we peruse the wine list?”
“Oh, sure. That’s probably a good idea.”
“Where to start?” He slithers as he opens the long folder and sets it before you so the font faces you. “Red or white?”
You slowly move your phone off the table and tuck it in your bag, clasping it as you clear your throat. “I’m not sure. I don’t drink wine very often.”
“Did you prefer a cocktail? They’ve some wonderful seasonal mules.” He suggests.
“Wine is… well, whatever you prefer.” You shift and lick your lips. You cringe then catch him watching. “Pardon.”
You look down and open your bag again. You reapply the gloss carefully. He’s still watching.
“Do you have any ideas? I don’t really know the difference between…Burgundy or Napa.”
“Well, perhaps a white wine. Something lighter. Fruity.” He leans in. The table feels smaller with him there. The light overhead casts a low aura around the two of you, the edges of your vision softened. “Domaine Chardonnay is hard to hate.”
“Right. That sounds okay.” You nod and glance at the menu. You close it, your eye finding the name right before the pages meet. Oh! The price!
“I would say it’s rather delightful. Rather delectable when served fresh from a vineyard in the French countryside.” He muses.
You wince and look at him. “I’ve never been…” you whisper.
His cheek dimples. “Oh, you must think I’m terribly elite. I promise I’m not. It is only my imagination outruns me when I’m in the presence of a beautiful woman. I should think of all the ways I might treat her.”
You chirp out a shrill laugh. “You’re too… nice.”
“You think I’m untrue?”
“I didn’t say…”
“But you chafe with each compliment.” He challenges.
You glance away and shrug. “I’m sorry. Really, I appreciate it. It’s just… I guess I’m awkward.”
“First meeting always are.” He assures as a server approaches.
The server recites the specials. You try to focus on he listens intently. He slides the wine list off the table and hands it over, requesting the Domaine. “We’ve yet to decide on an appetizer. We should know by the time you return.”
“Yes, sir.” The server takes the folder and retreats.
Jonathan opens the menu in front of him. You tap your fingers on the leather cover. He peeks up at you. He’s so handsome. A bit older but not to his detriment.
“Would it be too much to share an appetizer?” He wonders.
“Oh, I don’t mind,” you assure him. You’re not exactly budgeting for five courses. “Whatever you like.”
“I’m more interested in what you like.” He purrs. He looks down and drags his finger along the menu. “Goat cheese stuffed escargot?”
“Escar… snails?” You squeak.
He chuckles. “I’m not a fan myself. Bruschetta on hand made artisanal rye? Gambas al Ajillo?”
You poke your tongue into your cheek and furrow your brow. “I’m sorry, what… was that?”
“Poached prawns in a medley of spices, saffron and the like,” he explains.
“Oh… oh right.” You slowly open the menu. Maybe you should figure it out before you look like a real dummy.
“Something lighter?” He offers.
You look over the mix of Italian, Spanish, and French names. You put on a smile and twine your fingers to keep from trembling. He’s not AI but he might be too much for you.
“You can choose, really.” You insist.
“Oh but you do learn so much from one’s preferences? Do you prefer parmesan? Feta? Shrimp or mushroom? It can tell one a lot…”
You clear your throat and feel the tension braided into your neck and shoulders. “Well, if I’m being honest, I typically get garlic knots and extra spicy cheddar dip.” Your lips slant. “I don’t know what that is in… French.”
He chuckles. “Simple. Quaint. Delicious.” He grins. “Well then, I think the garlic roasted sourdough and aioli might fit.”
“Hm,” you hum.
“Hm?” He echoes with a squint.
He stares at you until you squirm. You sigh softly, smothering the noise in your chest.
“You don’t have to humour me.”
“Humour?”
You untangle your fingers and pinch your index. “You know, those profiles are so easy to make yourself look better than you are.”
“I do not find the measure of people in expenses, if that’s what worries you. If that were the case, I’m certain I’d have found someone easily enough.” He counters. “Forgive me. I only meant to impress you and I see I’ve completely displaced you.”
“Ugh,” you touch your cheeks. “Is it that obvious?”
“Not at all. You suit this place well. And that dress. And those earrings.” He praises as he leans over the table. “And I hope me too?”
You look at him, seared with self-awareness and folly.
“Will you give me a chance? I swear, I’ll tone it down,” he pleads.
Your lips part. He’s asking you? As if you’re not the one so out of your element. You spread your hands wide and wrestle the tightness from your jaw.
“I will,” you smile, easier this time. “You’ll tell me if I use the wrong fork, won’t you?”
He chuckles and reaches to trace your finger with one of his. “Nothing you do could be wrong, darling.”
💘
You survive dinner. You feel utterly ridiculous for being so nervous by the end of it. Jonathan has a way of calming you. His voice, his confidence, his praise. It’s a dream, you’re sure of it. He can’t be real.
“Ah, lovely,” he remarks as a plate of cheesecake is placed between you, dripping in dark chocolate and dressed with cherry halves. “Delectable choice.”
“I never have any trouble choosing dessert,” you giggle.
“Well, you shall have the first taste.” He picks up the fork and slices sideways into the delicate layer of cake and through the dark crust. He’s certain to get chocolate and a cherry onto the tines as well. “Darling?”
He holds out the fork. You twitch. You stare at his offering and slowly lean in. You’re aware of your lips and tongue and teeth as you let him slip the fork in your mouth. You suck it all off and poke the tip of your tongue out to catch the remnants. You seal your lips and chew, humming your happiness.
“It is… good?” He asks.
You chew and swallow, covering your mouth until you are sure there’s no crumbs. “Delicious.”
“Mmm.” He tastes some himself, eyes watching you as his lips drag on the fork. His cheeks pinch as he chews, jaw tensing. “Very. I can think of only one thing that might taste better.”
You smile before you pick up his meaning. Your lashes flick up and you twitch. You reach for your own fork.
“Ah,” he jabs his fork playfully. “Let me.”
He feeds you another bite. This time, he watches you just as intensely. You could melt as easily as the chocolate.
“Forgive me, darling, I draw this out. I only… cannot stand the thought of this night ending so soon.”
You swallow again. You reach for your wine and wash down the richly bitter chocolate. “I know what you mean. It’s been so nice and… surprising.”
“Surprising? Me? I did not disappoint?”
You laugh. “No. Not at all. I… I don’t know. I thought this was a setup.”
“A setup? A con?”
“Who knows? It might still be. You’re too good to be true.”
He tilts his head. “Speak for yourself.” He sits back and exhales. “Perhaps it doesn’t need to end so soon. Another surprise, perhaps? If you would trust me?”
“Surprise?” You arch a brow. He offers another bite of the cake. “Have some.”
“I am more than content to see you enjoy it.” He presses the tines to your lip. You accept.
You gulp it down and meet his eyes. “What surprise?”
“I cannot say, can I? Or it wouldn’t be one.”
“I guess.”
“Just a little longer.” He begs. “Unless you are bored of me.”
You smile and shake your head. “No. Not at all.”
“Wonderful.” He smirks and scoops up more cake. “Please, a pit for sweet things to go unappreciated.”
💘
“Jonathan, what—”
“Shhh.” He hushes you as he undoes his tie. He sits in the driver seat, the console lit up, the streets glowing under the tall lights. “It must be a true surprise.”
He pulls free his silk tie and leans over. He brings it around your eyes and you squirm.
“Ah, be good, darling. Patience.” He drawls and knots the tie at the back of your head, obscuring your sight.
“Jonathan… I don’t know.” Your insides stir. This man is still barely more than a stranger.
“I told you, a surprise and a surprise it will be.” He grazes your cheek.
“I know but… I’m not sure– This is… a lot.”
“Darling, it isn’t far. I promise.” He coaxes. “Hasn’t this night been full of lovely surprises?”
“Yes…” you utter and rub your palms together.
He grabs your hand and squeezes. He lifts it slowly and kisses each knuckle. “Trust me. Have I not proven to be true so far?”
You can’t speak. You just nod. You can’t quite sort out your thoughts. That inner battle of insecurity and caution.
No, no. Just enjoy this one thing. Isn’t this why you paid all that money for this? Why you put all this effort into look human? You can’t hope and then spurn them the moment the answer your call.
“Alright.” You resign. You really aren’t that special. Enjoy tonight because it will likely be the first and last with him.
“Be calm,” he strokes your arm.
You sense him draw back and he shifts into gear. He drives smoothly down the road. You lean into the seat, disoriented by your lack of vision. You even lose track of time, certain it only drags on because you’re anxious and dizzy.
Finally, he stops. He clears his throat. You linger in silence.
“Jonathan?” You murmur and reach for the tie.
He catches your hand. “Stay.”
He lets go as the engine stills. His door opens and his weight leaves the axel. The driver’s side clicks shut. You listen to his soft steps as they approach your side.
He opens the door and unbuckles your seatbelt. You cling to your purse until he takes it from you. You wrestle for a moment.
“You won’t need it.” He says.
You let go. He guides you out of the car. He keeps hold of your hand as your other wanders up. He tuts.
“Not yet.” He warns.
“Please,” your heels drag shakily. “It’s hard to walk without seeing.”
“You must trust me.” He insists.
“I might fall–”
“Darling.” He tisks and stops. Suddenly, he scoops you up. “Now you will be certain not to.”
You wince at the stone in his voice. It’s the first time you’ve heard any harshness in him. You can almost feel it in his hold on you.
“Where are we?”
“We are so close.” He assures.
You breathe through your nose slowly. Why did you do this? No, why are you doubting this? Can’t you just have fun for once? No! Something’s wrong, you can feel it. Ugh, it’s just you and that self-doubt.
He stops again. A door opens. He turns and leans into it. He moves backwards through it and turn again, kicking it shut. The snap jolts you.
“Where?”
“Little more.” He says so quietly, you can barely make it out.
He carries you forward then up and up. The motion of the stairs adds to your vertigo. You wriggle as the uneasiness in your gut mounts. You kick your feet and push your elbow into him.
“Jonathan. Put me down.” You grab the tie and he drops you all at once.
You hit the floor and cry out, writhing as your back aches from the impact.
“I said just a little more.” He hisses and grabs your wrists. “Darling… this could have been so nice if you behaved!”
He lurches you across the floor by your arms. Your legs drag on the hardwood and a rug bunches under your weight. He heaves you across the threshold of some unseen room and flings you up and away from him. You hit something hard and land in a heap.
“You will get your surprise when you have calmed.” He snips.
A door slams and the lock clicks. You whimper and sit up, leaning on the hard shape behind you. Shakily, you reach to pull down the tie. You expect a dark and dingy cell, but instead, you find only an immaculately decorated bedroom.
Warnings: this fic will include dark content and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: you sign up for a match making service and your date goes a lot better than you expect.
Characters: Jonathan Pine
Note: I'm also thinking of a few more bachelors for this one hehe. Open to suggestion.
I welcome and appreciate all feedback. This means replies, reblogs, and asks. I do prefer if you can reblog and share my work along with your thoughts. <3
Please check my pinned post for more information on my blog, stories, and asks!
Do one kind thing for yourself today and take care.💖
You stand up and look around the room. It's so perfect and strange. The kind of room you dream of. Floral duvet, tall bed posts, sheer canopies, a vanity with an antique mirror and velvet cushion on the stool. It's all intricately curated.
You face the curtains and near one of the large windows draped with pale rose. You push aside the fabric and fine twisted iron bars painted white in front of the glass. They go with the rest of the refined decor but have a more defined purpose; to keep you in.
You back away and turn. It all rushes down on you. Not just the epiphany of his deception but your own naivety. You wanted it to be real as much as you doubted it was. You’re just so tired of trying, you couldn’t think of doing this all over again.
You stop yourself as you approach the bed. You don’t sit. As much as you just want to collapse into yourself, you can’t. You pace, addled and alone, dizzied by this unfamiliar place; by the dire circumstances of it all.
The dull ache in your back stops you. You rub where you landed on the hardwood and the pain sinks in. The agony of the impact and the betrayal twinging together as one. Your lip trembles and your eyes burn, panic boiling in your stomach, bubbling up to your chest.
You throw your hands up, shaking your fingers as if trying to flick away some unseen taint. You gasp and gulp, flapping your hands as your breath scrapes in and out. The realness, the realisation, the rawness crashes down and quakes in your legs. You wobble as you make another course across the room.
You grab the tie knotted loosely at your throat and heave. You try to untie it but your hands are clumsy. You grunt as your anxiety pulses and sweat sears your hairline and nape. Get it off! Get it off!
This can’t be real! It isn’t, it isn’t, it isn’t!
The room smears in your vision as you teeter weakly. You yank and snarl at the silk. Off, off, off!
You turn and suddenly you’re not alone. The tall figure grabs your shoulders and steadies you. Jonathan follows the lengths of your arms to your hands and forces them to your side. He holds them there until you’re still. You blink at him and whimper.
He clucks and lets you go. He quickly unknots the tie and drags it away. You stagger back and grimace.
“Get away,” you breathe.
He sighs. “Now, darling, I am merely helping you.”
“No, no, you… you… you trapped me!” You lunge forward but cannot get past him.
He growls and catches you with one arm. Easily, so easily you feel like nothing more than air, he hurls you back. You stumble and land on the bed with gasp.
He tuts and smooths the tie with his fingers, staring at the silk as his tongue pokes out. He shakes his head and his eyes flick up to yours.
“You will see what’s good for you.” He spins away and struts out. The door snaps shut and the lock clicks into place. You stare, stunned and speechless, the force with which he repelled you still pulsing in your muscles.
💘
The night passes in sleepless vigil. You sit against the door and stare. You leave the lights on. You don’t intend on letting your guard down. Not again.
Your body can’t keep up with your mind. You start to slump, your eyelids droop, your head thrums. You’re only kept from passing out by the click above you. You look up as the lock twists and the door handle turns. The jerk of the door jars you.
“Darling, I will ask nicely until you press me to other means. Please remove yourself from against the door.” Jonathan commands from the other side.
You hesitate. You should resist. The bruise on your lower back convinces you to listen. You’re weak. You’re terrified.
You drag yourself away and get to your knees. You stand and face the door as he enters. You hug yourself and back up.
He watches you. His face is different. There’s no longer than easy calmness. His jaw is tight and his eyes are intense. You shudder.
“Why are you doing this to me?” You murmur.
“To you? I’m doing this for you?” He intones.
You pout and push your shoulders up defensively. He puts his hands on his hips and exhales. His nose flares and his eyes wander around the room.
“Have you chosen something to wear?” He asks.
You frown. “What?”
“As nice as that dress is on you, it would be prudent to change into something clean.” He insists.
You shake your head. “No, I… haven’t.”
It’s disconcerting how normal he’s acting. He’s pretending like he hasn’t trapped you here. You squeeze your arms and stare.
“Come on, darling. Much to choose from.”
He takes a step then pauses. He turns back to glance at the door then closes it. Your eyes meet his as he faces you again, his brow twitching. You look down guiltily.
“Come,” he nears and extends his hand. You shy away. He flinches but draws back. He gestures you ahead of him.
You turn and he points you to the sliding doors embedded in the wall. He looms close as he opens the left one and reveals an arrow of floral and soft fabrics on hangers. There are shelves of shoes and accessories mounted below and to the sides. A dream closet in any other circumstance.
“What do you prefer? I think this shade of rose would go wonderfully with your complexion.” He touches a frill of sheer pink ruffle. You stare at the spectrum of fabrics, speechless. “Darling…” he brushes your arm.
You wince away. “You choose…”
“It isn’t about what I’d like, it’s about you.” He insists.
“I want… to go.” You breathe.
He clucks then sighs. He takes a hanger off the bar and turns his attention to the shelves. He picks out a pair of elegant blush heels to go with the dainty fabric of the dress. He takes his time in selecting a chain with a single pearl from the jewelry box.
He turns to you and holds up the dress, comparing it to your body. You shuffle back and cross your arms tighter. His brows twitch and his cheeks pinch.
“Darling, don’t be ungrateful.”
You bite down. Your shoulders tense and rise and you lock your arms. You look down, resigned to whatever fate he’s decided for you.
You yipe as he grabs your chin. You look at him, latching onto his forearm in fright. He squeezes until you whimper.
“I said do not be ungrateful.” He snarls.
His long fingers send a twinge through your jaw and your heart pounds in futility. He’s so much stronger. You whine and pet his arm pleadingly.
“Ow, I– I’m sorry. Th-th-thank you.” You stammer.
He exhales and narrows his eyes. Slowly, he releases his grip on you, his fingertips lightly stroking down your neck. You shiver as he caresses your throat and his lips curve.
“Good. Now, you must get cleaned up, darling.”
💘
“I was correct about the dress.” Jonathan says as his eyes scale your body.
Can he not see the pinching cinch at the waist or how your chest is read to the pop free? Or perhaps he enjoys the sight of your discomfort. Or merely doesn’t care. It would make sense to assume that none of this is about what you want.
“Come, sit.” He clasps onto your wrist.
The heavy thunk of the heels is softened by the rug. He leads you to the vanity and pushes out the stool to sit you down. You fold your hands and look past your reflection at the door. So close, so far away. Open.
“Hm,” he brings up two vials and compares them to your face. “It was hard to match with a photo.” You furrow your brow as he considers the tubes of tinted moisturizer. “But it was advised that heavy foundation may be too much. Besides, you have a lovely natural glow.”
You flutter your lashes. The truth sinks into your chest. He planned this all along. Beyond the date. Everything is too prepared, too perfect. That fact adds to your horror.
“Might I borrow your hand?” He gestures with two fingers.
You look down then slowly raise your hand. He turns it over and tests the moisturisers on the inside of your wrist. He hums as he considers the slightly sparkly patches.
“I think we’ve found the one.” He sets one aside and keeps the other. “Close your eyes. Tilt your head back.”
You listen. You drop your hand back to your lap and squeeze until it hurts. He applies the moisturizer with his hands. As your face heats up at his touch, a chill curdles through the rest of your body.
As he finishes, you open your eyes. He twists the cap on then uses a makeup wipe to clean his hands. He sifts through his collection of jars and vials. He turns to you and gently frames your chin. He tilts your face.
“Your brows are lovely.” He praises. “And you won’t need very much touch up overall. Gorgeous…” he purrs. “You’ve a natural beauty… unique.”
His voice is breath, slightly gravelly. He trembles as his thumb rubs your jawline. He shifts his weight in his shoes and clears his throat. He reluctantly draws back and goes back to his search of the makeup.
One hand subtly rests on his belt and he angles awkwardly as his fingers slip down and tug on his pant leg. The tension of the fabric strains at the front as he tries to relieve it. Oh.
“Eyes, just a touch of mascara.” He guides. “Yes, your lashes are the perfect frame for such beautiful eyes.”
He bends to carefully apply a coating with the wand. His gaze boils under your skin. You squirm. He finishes and stands straight. The chafe below his belt is even more obvious.
You look past him to the reflection of the door. He puts the mascara down and takes a stick of blush. He dabs it on your cheeks and blends with a tear drop sponge. He steps back to check his work.
“Now, for the lips. A gloss…” he turns and picks up several tubes.
You stare at the door. He trades two of the tubes and continues his perusal. You turn slowly on the stool. He turns the shades between his long fingers.
You set your feet and slide forward slowly, watching him in the mirror. You shift off the seat awkwardly, keeping your legs bent. His eyes dart to your reflection and you blanch.
Shoot!
You jolt up and race for the door. You trip in the heels and hit the doorframe only to be wrenched back by your hair. You cry out and press your hands to your head to try to ease the tear in your scalp. He hurls you back and you tumble onto the floor.
You heap on your knees and sob. “Jonathan, please.” You beg. “Just let me go.”
“Darlingggg,” he growls. “Do you not see all I’ve done? For you?”
“I’m scared.” You gulp as you keep your head down. “It was one date.”
“Ah, darling.” He circles you. “I paid for much more than one date.”
You flinch and look up at him, lip quivering. “What do you mean?”
He stops and bends his knees, coming closer to your level. He tilts his head as his tongue glides over his lips. He lets out a long breath.
“Darling, get off the floor.” He commands calmly.
“Please, let me go…”
“Be good and listen. Get. Up.” His voice is rigid and raw.
“Please.”
“Get yourself up or I will.” He whispers.
You shake as you put your palms to the floor. You move slowly, steady your feet in the heels and you stand. He rises with you.
He steps closer and runs his hands down your waist. He stretches his thumbs around your hips and squeezes. He hums as he pulls you against him. He jerks his pelvis so you can feel him.
“I’ve never been the type to take it all after one night, but darling, I simply don’t think I can resist.”
He angles your back to the bed and shoves you. You stumble back, flailing, and land on the mattress. You gasp and push yourself up on your elbows, legs splayed under your skirt over the edge. He approaches with a feral glint in his eyes and steelish posture. His fingers are curled dangerously.
“Please!” You shriek and push down on your elbows.
Before you can drag yourself back, he catches you under your knees and keeps you in place. You squeal and writhe, kicking out as he kneels between your legs. He squeezes and slides his hands up your skirt, kneading your thighs as he rumbles.
“I tried… to wait. I tried to be a gentleman.” He growls.
“Please,” you utter one last time but you already know he won’t hear.
He purrs and leans forward. He lurches you as he pushes your thighs up and you fall onto your back completely. He dives under your skirt and presses his lips to your knee, dragging his mouth up your leg as you quake.
You hurl out another gasp as your chest arches. Tendrils coil up to your pelvis and tangle in your core. You close your eyes as they sting with shame and shock.
His nose tickles your thigh as he creeps higher and higher. He nuzzles the thin panties he chose. His fingertip graze the edge of the fabric as he spreads his tongue wide, tasting you through the sheer barrier. He laps and sucks on the fabric as you wet it from the other side.
You squeeze your eyes tight and clench your teeth as you battle your own body. His breath clouds against your lips as a moan escapes you. He traces along the trim of the panties and carefully pulls them aside.
His fingertips graze your coily hair and tender folds. He slowly delves between them, feeling the natural response to his tending. He groans and drags his nose along your cunt. He presses his mouth to you and extends his tongue, little by little, tasting you in a deliberate, tantalizing swipe.
You twitch. He gropes your thigh and plunges in more eagerly. His fingers tease you as his tongue twirls on your clit. Hot pressure centres in the cluster of nerves as he circles your entrance tentatively.
His fingers and tongue work in time. Tugging at your pleasure and fear. He drones as he drinks you in, stretching his tongue further down to meet his hand. He pokes at your entrance, and dips the tip just inside you. You squeak and cover your face.
Your body meets his fervour. You tremble in delight and deceit. He trails back to your clit and toys with it. Your thighs shake as he kneads your flesh, tying you up in knots until all once they come loose. Your body contorts as your orgasm unwinds and plucks at every part of you.
As you writhe through the intense ebb and flow, he dips his finger inside of you. Your walls squeeze him and you bite your thumb to keep from whining. He curls his knuckle and presses, rocking his hand as his tongue keeps its furious pace.
Once more, your insides tangle into each other, stomach tight, thighs bound. You arch as you reach another climax. You whine and whimper as tears of humiliation and helplessness spill down your temples and seep into your hair.
He slips his finger free and draws a wet line down your thigh. He kisses your other, smearing his wet lips on your skin, and flips the skirt from over his head. The fabric fans above your waist, exposing your lower half and the twisted panties.
He rises as you peek out between your fingers. His eyes are dilated and smokey. He grabs your hips and urges you further onto the bed. He bends your legs and settles between them.
He sifts through the skirt and spreads his hands across the bodice of the dress. He fondles you as he nibbles his lip. He folds the cups back so your chest falls out and he bends to nip and nuzzle your naked tits.
His tongue flicks around your nipples, teeth teasing each, lips suckling until you quiver. You whimper as his hands follow your arms to your hands and he guides them to his head. He sits up and leads your touch along his chest and stomach.
You shake as he presses your palms to his button-up. You bat your lashes and snivel. He smirks as he pushes your thumb to a button.
“Do it.” He rasps.
He lets you go. He watches your hands tremble as you undo his shirt, button by button, revealing his trim but muscular form beneath. Your eyes go wide as his chest rises and falls, a patch of thin curls between his pecks. He shudders and grabs your hands again. He pushes them against his taut stomach, moving them all over.
He bends over you and kisses your lips. You smell the tangy but sweet smell of yourself on his breath. Your hands stay on him, gliding along his sides as his tongue invades your mouth. He growls and rocks his pelvis.
“Darling,” he drags his lips down your cheek. “I thought I could… wait.”
He reaches down between you and shifts. He pulls at his belt until the buckle clinks free. Your spine tenses and your shoulders lock. He rolls his hips as he pushes his trousers down and groans louder.
He takes your hand from beneath his shirt, his other arm bent beside your head, and he guides it down. He puts your fingers around his dick as it bobs above the band of his briefs. He shivers as you touch him.
“You’ve no idea how long I’ve needed you.” He snarls as he keeps his hand around yours.
He lowers himself, using your hand to put his tip against your lips. He slides down to your entrance and holds his breath. You feel the tension pulsing in him. He eases into you as he loosens his grip on your hand.
Your arm falls slack at your slide as he dives into you. You squirm and squeal as your walls hug him. You wince and bite down. You don’t know if you can handle it.
He senses the resistance. He rocks his hips slowly, tilting in more and more with each drop of his hips. His shirt tickles you as he steadies his shaky motion. As he bottoms out, he sighs and pets your hair.
“I cannot wait but… I can make it last,” he drones and kisses your forehead.
Warning: This will include dark elements such as obsession, stalking, and possible violence and abuse.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Character: Loki, plus reader
Note: Based on this. I tweaked it a bit but hopefully it's good.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️
The low drone of classical music tickles the base of Loki’s skull. His eyes dully skim around the restaurant as exhales, trying to force the tension from his shoulders. Above the plucking melody, another noise pinches his nerves. His green eyes drift back to the woman across from him.
Her lips shine with gloss as she swirls the wine in her tall glass. She leans forward as she babbles at him about some tropical island she’d love to visit. She went to St. Barths but she’s a wanderer. So she proclaims. To him, she seems much in line with other women he’s met.
She moves her shoulders so the satin straps slip and give a generous view of her chest. He doesn’t feel a thing about it. He looks down at the glass of dark liquor and turns it with his fingertips on the brim. He’s never been one for pretenses. He can weave a lie for his whims, but never one to play jester to the court.
“Did you enjoy your dinner?” He asks dully.
She bats her thickly coated lashes. They might not be hers. She sits up and looks down at her plate, her eyes widen as if surprised to see it. She took a bite of the lobster and maybe two of the pilaf. He wouldn’t balk at the price if the food was eaten.
“You’ll need a box.”
“Oh, I don’t eat leftovers.” She preens. “But you’re welcome to it.” She sits back and traces her pointed nails along her neck. “It was just so delicious, I could hardly eat it all.”
Or any. His cheek dimples as he swallows down his agitation. He thinks this is their first date but it isn’t that different than the one he sat through last week. No, that was Lorena, this is… Delilah? It doesn’t truly matter, the result is the same.
“I had a lovely time,” she brushes her shoe up his leg under the table. He doesn’t react, instead signalling for the check.
“Well, then, if you’re all done,” he intones.
She pouts. “We could get dessert…”
“I’m full,” he insists as he sits back. His neck hurts as the muscles tangle around each other. He has to stop himself from grinding his teeth. “Seems you are too.”
Her cheek twitches as she looks at her plate then back at him. Her brow tweaks slightly. “We don’t have to have it here.”
He stares at her. Usually, he would accept. He’s not one to turn down a bit of fun but he thinks of Lisa. No, Lorena… hm. She just sort of laid there and let out these little squeaks. He’s never had to fake it before. Judging by this one’s rambling of me, me, me, he doesn’t foresee much in it for himself.
“I’m flattered,” he checks his watch. “But I don’t think this is going to work out.”
“You don’t think…” she starts sourly. “Look at me. You’re turning me down?”
“I’ll pay for your dinner.” He shrugs.
“My dinner…” she rolls her eyes to the ceiling and her expression darkens. “You? You’re too good for me?”
“Well, darling, if you’d like to foot the bill,” he suggests as the server brings the little leather folio with the invoice.
She juts out her lip and scoffs. “Whatever. You’re so… lame.”
She throws her cloth napkin on the table and slides off the bench. She snatches up her purse and struts away. She doesn’t leave. She perches at the bar and shimmies on the stool, bobbling her head as she looks for fresh prey.
He hands his card to the server and asks for a box. He probably won’t eat the lobster either but he knows where it will go if he leaves it. He taps his fingers on the table then turns his hand. He drags it over and clamps his glass. He empties it and sets it back down.
The server returns with his card and the box, then bids him a good night. Oh very good. Alone. He can be content by himself, it is much preferable to the vapid dating pool, and yet, he would not be unhappy with one around. Finding someone he can bear is quite another thing.
He scrapes the lobster and rice into the box and closes the flaps. He stands and walks out without a glance in either direction. He can hear the obnoxious trilling of that woman as she snares in her catch. Best of luck, fellow.
Loki strides down the street. He has no true direction. He will hail a cab eventually but the evening air is soft but cool. Soothing as his agitation boils in his scalp. How difficult can it be to just be tolerable?
Simplicity is a much underappreciated commodity these days. That’s what he would prefer. But these women, they want three-hundred dollar plates and sparkling wine. He knows those satin dresses are sold online for pennies. A dime a dozen, just like the women.
A hurtling force nearly knocks him onto his rear. He staggers as an ‘oomph’ rises from the bulldozer that nearly just flattened him. He looks down at the woman as she teeters and he catches her shoulder, the box flattened against his middle. Rice tumbles out of a bent flap.
“Oh, oh, I’m sorry! S-so-sorry!” She blusters as she pulls back and touches her cheeks.
Her eyes are shining and her sweat hangs off one arm. The strap of her bag is stuck between her rather full bosom and her shirt rides up just above her jeans, giving a peek of her soft belly. Her hips are wide and her thighs curved. She is almost overflowing.
He twitches as he looks down at her. Something about her, how every part of her is slightly askew, draws him in. And yet, she is looking past him.
“I’m sorry! I’m late! I have to go.”
“Miss,” he goes to grab her arm as she skirts around him.
She slips through his reach and bounces down the sidewalk. She nearly trips on a crack but does not stop. Her bag bounces on her hip and something falls at her heels without notice.
He peers around then calmly follows her path. He stops and bends to scoop up the lost item. It’s a receipt. He examines it. Nothing to tell him about her, only that she needed bread and margarine.
Why does he care? She’s just a stranger. A rather clumsy one at that. He looks down at the crushed container and the smear of lobster butter on his jacket.
Warning: This will include dark elements such as obsession, stalking, and possible violence and abuse.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Character: Loki, plus reader
Note: Based on this. I tweaked it a bit but hopefully it’s good.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️
Loki is not in the habit of feeling stupid. Yet, he feels that scalding sear in his cheeks and nape. The first day he ventures down to the store, he feels entirely overdressed for the venue. Nonsense, it is that lazy cashiers and the cheap customers who are underdressed.
The next day, he dresses down. A collared shirt and jacket with no tie. Very casual. He isn’t one to lower his standards for the comfort of others.
Yet, she still does not appear. Perhaps she would not. He has no guarantee that she frequents the shop. It could only have been a convenient stop over in her scramble to… wherever she was off too.
His frustration mounts as the days pass. Why is he still coming here? Why is he wasting his time?
Her? So unassuming and average. He is well above her.
Yet, she haunts his mind. No matter how he tries to deny it or to distract himself, his thoughts stray back to her. The way her soft body collided with his, the peek of her stomach, and that inclination to nip at it. He bites his lips at the thought.
Three, four, five, six days and nights. Nights spent trying to dig into the pages of a novel but spent battling the errant fantasies of her body next to his. Of those gleaming eyes looking up at him, her voice weaving his name.
Loki growls and turns in the aisle. An elder gentleman sends him a look. All these people and she remains elusive. He can’t help but feel she does it on purpose.
The way she fled from him that day, leaving him dripping in lobster and confusion. He turns on his heel as he replays it in his head, as if he might catch her this time. As he does, a box drops in front of him from a shelf.
There she is, right in front of him. She murmurs as she bends to pick up the box of discount rice. The corner is dented and a red stick proclaims 50% off the shelf price.
“‘Scuse me,” she puts the box in her basket. “I didn’t mean to…” Her apology drifts off and she looks down meekly. “Sorry, sir.”
He stares at her. He can’t move. His mind isn’t working and the only thing he can feel is below his belt, slowly swelling against his trousers. His brain is at it again, painting her in positions that make his knees buckle.
Her sweater droops down one shoulder and shows the strap of the tank top underneath. Her jeans are torn at the right thigh and the knee. He cannot tell if it is fashionable or accidental. She sways and peruses the shelf, sidling away as she peeks from the corner of her eyes.
She’s nervous. He can tell in how she slumps her shoulders and reaches to rub her neck. He makes her sweat. Well, he is always a fan of reciprocity.
She slowly turns and shuffles down the aisle. She stops at the end to check the wrinkled list in her hand. He stands, stuck to the floor, as she disappears down the next aisle.
Does she remember him? She doesn’t seem to. He clears his throat and tugs at his belt. The old man harrumphs as he passes. Loki sends him a sneer. Old bugger.
Loki traipses down the opposite way and pretends to browse the tortilla chips at the end of the aisle. He leans subtly to his right and peers around the shelves. Her basket is on the floor as she stands on her toes and reaches for something high up.
He watches how she sticks her bottom out in her efforts. Her sweat rides up and her tummy pillows over her jeans in a way that makes him want to grab it… from behind as he–
Mind over matter, sir. Keep yourself in check. He swallows tightly and struts down the aisle.
He suavely reaches up and takes down the coveted bag of… chickpeas? Well, you must have you staples. Chickpeas and rice. Simple.
He holds it out to her. She doesn’t look above his collar. She speaks to his chest as she takes the bag. Her fingertips brush his.
“Thank you, sir. Very nice of you.”
He notices how she speaks in stunted sentences. As if every word is a bother; not to her, but to him. As if he might take offense at any extra syllable. Her voice tickles something in his guts that makes him squirm.
And hurt. He’s aching right at the base of his dick. He just wants to grab onto it to make it stop. No, it would be better if she did.
Would you focus?
“Not at all.” He intones. “Anyhing else I might do for the lady?”
She gulps and shakes her head. She still doesn’t look at him. “No thank you, sir. Very kind.”
She lowers her head and puts the chickpeas in her basket. Before she evades him again, he takes stock of her bounty. Not very much at all. Bread, rice, chickpeas, beans. Food that will go a far way for less.
He spins and sweeps away. He can’t be too obvious but even if he were, he’s not certain she would notice. He drags his feet down the aisle as he shoves his hands in his pockets. The knuckle of his thumb presses against his dick. He groans.
He lingers at the end of the next aisle. She bends down to read a can on the bottom shelf. She grips her hips as she stands and her chest bounces with the velocity.
He pushes his fist against his dick and exhales. He leans on a discount basket of candy. Other shoppers take no notice as they fill their carts.
He moves his hand slowly, rubbing his length through the layers of fabric. She bends down again, this time her ass is on full display for him. Her jeans are well worn and hug her perfectly. She checks the contents of her basket and adds the can after all.
She stands as he presses more firmly against his turgid length. He snarls under his breath. He bites down as the heat roils up his stomach and chest and ice forms around his spine. He’s going to ruin his trousers and he can’t stop himself.
His muscles clench down to his pelvis and he shudders as he wiggles just enough for his tip to slip under his belt. The pressure pulses through him. Mercy!
He turns and grabs a bag of chocolate covered almonds and pretends to read the label. His eyes roll back as he rubs himself on the basket. That’s it. He’s done. He feels it cording out along his pantline and in his shirt. He just had it cleaned too.
He grips the edge of the basket and drops the bag of sweets. He hangs his head and puffs out through his nose. Did he really just do all that? Just at the sight of her.
Perhaps he should’ve let off some steam with… what was her name?
Well, he can’t just stand her and drip in his shame. But he can’t just let her get away again either.
