Lone Wolf Assassin MaleOmega!Reader x Feral Alpha Cleric: Part 6
CWs: Very slight scent/musk kink, orgasm denial, reader gets their ass ate, anal sex. Do not actually have sex in a pond, do not get microorganisms in your hole. This is fantasy where medical concerns do not exist unless they add to the bit :3 Omegaverse gives u immunity to parasites bc I said so. Also 69 position.
Non-Smut CWs: this chapter does contain mentions of dressing, skinning, and butchering a deer, as well as consumption of raw meat. While this isnāt abnormal for Beastkin as mentioned in the story, I wanted to give a warning regardless. CW for fantasy violence and body horror.
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You awoke the next morning to the sound of Aya babbling away. You looked to your side, slowly opening your eyes to find she wasnāt beside you.
You shot up, whipping your head in the direction of the sound. Given the size of the tent, you found Aya fast; right as her little hands began to reach towards your (thankfully sheathed) knife. Just like a newborn wolf, she was learning fast, curious to interact with everything.
You awkwardly climbed over Varin to get to her, your body pressing against his chest.
How the fuck did she get there?
āNo, no, that is not for you,ā you sang, grabbing the knife and placing it back in your bag, tying it up. āThe only sharp and pointy thing you should have are your teeth,ā you said before patting the top of her head.
Her mouth hung open in surprise at how fast you had taken away the dagger. She paused, letting out a few quiet yips as she frowned.
āIām sorry,ā you started. āBut you canāt-ā She let out a piercing cry; one unlike any you had heard before. You werenāt sure how to respond.
Itās a knife, why is she upset that Iām taking a knife away? You looked behind you, quickly grabbing the little wolf plushie you had brought with. āYou canāt play with that, but-ā
She continued to reach for the bag, and you pushed the bag behind you out of her reach. āYeah, no, sorry, Iām not doing that,ā you stated matter of factly.
āYou uhā¦ā Varin yawned, clearly having just woken up. āYou alright?ā
āOh, Iām fine. Sheās the one trying to kill me,ā you joked. āWith my own knife, nonetheless.ā
Varin smiled, confused. āā¦what?ā
Aya slowly crawled over to Varin, clearly feeling betrayed by your harsh decision-making. She rested her head against his chest, repeating the same few syllables over and over again.
āMm, I agree,ā said Varin, kissing the top of her head. āHeās so mean. You should bite him.ā
You rolled your eyes, āI know. Iām just awful because I donāt want the pup holding a knife,ā you grabbed your bag. āIām going to bathe, donāt give her any sharp objects.ā
āMy entire morning routine is falling apart at the seams,ā Varin responded sarcastically.
Varin had chosen a good spot to set-up camp; flat land, a pond only a few feet away, your tent still in full-view. You undressed, setting your bag next to the pond before submerging yourself in water, washing off the stress of yesterday. Soon enough, you saw Varin walk out of the tent, sitting at the pondās edge with his own bag in hand. āSheās back asleep. Probably will be for a few hours or so.ā
āGood. She was awake far too late last night, butā¦couldnāt really be helped,ā you sighed.
You watched as he took off his robes, folding them with care as he spoke. āNot really. I know time is of the essence, butā¦ā he let out a sigh, reaching for the slim pipe from his bag and filling the end of it with tobacco. āIām glad we could take a moment to rest.ā
āI am too. Although,ā you looked up at the sky, the sun would soon reach its peak. āWe shouldnāt stay here for too much longer.ā
āI guess not,ā said Varin as he lit the pipe. āButā¦ā he took a deep inhale, blowing smoke out into the air. āIāll savor the time we have left.ā
You continued to wash yourself, looking back to see Varin peacefully smoking as he gazed at you. āWhat, youāre just going to sit there and watch?ā
āWould that bother you?ā
You paused, watching as Varin stared at your naked body. āI suppose not. You could join me, you know.ā
āI couldā¦ā he trailed off, pretending to think. āBut thereās something fun about just looking, donāt you think?ā You watched as he leaned further back, running his hand over the growing bulge in his pants.
Your eyes narrowed. āIāve never met a priest whoās such a pervert.ā
He shrugged, āthose things donāt have to be mutually exclusive,ā he inhaled from the pipe once more, the smoke slowly disappearing as he set it down beside him. He stood up, pulling his shirt off.
With how long it had been since you were able to truly rest, his scent was intense, almost sickly sweet; like caramel still bubbling on a stove, just on the cusp of boiling over. The scent only pulled you to him closer. You watched as he continued to undress, his hard cock springing free.
He smiled, stroking himself. āSomething youād like to say?ā
You crossed your arms together. āā¦no.ā Despite your words, you found yourself approaching him, moving closer and closer. You looked up at him, watching precum drip from the tip of his cock. āStop teasing me.ā
He sat at the edge of the pond, legs wide enough for you stand between as his cock stood straight up. He paused, his hands relaxing at his side. āFine. Iāll just sit like this then.ā
Again, he wore that stupid smug grin on his face, yet you couldnāt help but rest your hands against his thick thighs.
āWould you like me to get in the water with you?ā He asked, as if nothing he did was out of the ordinary.
Your eyes were fixated on his cock, his balls heavy and full; it had been at least a week since he last fucked you. Maybe it was hormones from your progressing pregnancy, maybe it was the intensity of his scent, maybe it was just your innate nature. Regardless of the reason, you couldnāt help yourself. You leaned down, sucking at the tip of his cock, balancing yourself on his legs as you remained in the water.
He put a hand on the back of your head, ājust couldnāt wait, could you?ā
You lowered yourself down even further, the taste of his cock, the smell of his sweat making you want more and more. You felt the tip hit the back of your throat, beginning to move your head back and forth as you inhaled his musk.
You watched as he slowly unraveled, quickening breaths turning into moans. You took your time, savoring the sensation as you ran your tongue all the way from his balls to the tip. His grip on you grew tighter as you licked the slit of his cock, and just as you felt his cock twitch, you stopped.
You couldnāt help but smile, satisfied as you watched his flushed face. His cock twitched desperately, begging to be touched, you you kept your hands to yourself. āI told you not to tease me.ā
He slowly caught his breath, letting out a weary laugh. āYouā¦youāre evil. Truly.ā
You moved further away, āand what are you going to do about it?ā
He grinned, pushing himself off the edge into the pond, slowly approaching. āIām not sure. Iām sure Iāll think of something once I catch you.ā
He grabbed you by the waist, holding you close to his chest. He lightly bit at your neck, hands trailing down your body. He began to stroke you off, your cock growing hard in his hand. āI could do the same to you. See how you like it, hmm?ā
āYou canāt do that,ā you teased. āIām carrying your pups, you have to do whatever I want,ā your laughter slowly shifted into moans.
āOh? Is that how it works?ā He pressed his own cock against your ass.
āI donāt know, youāre the priest,ā you quickly retorted.
He spread your ass apart, rubbing his hard cock against your hole. āWell, Iāve told you my thoughts. How itād be a sin to waste an opportunity to breed you. But since I already haveā¦ā he bit your neck once more. āHelping myself to your other holes surely wouldnāt be a sin.ā
Before you knew it, he had lifted you out of the water and into his arms. You couldnāt help but let out a yelp, the sudden cold air somewhat taking you out of the moment. You clung to him like a koala bear, yet shouted like a banshee. āPut me down you asshole!ā
āThatās what Iām working towards, yes,ā he hummed, unfazed by your ranting. He led you back to the edge of the pond, setting you down on the grass before climbing over you, the water running down his body glistening in the sunlight. Before you could protest anymore he was in between your legs, deep-throating your cock. If the goal was to shut you up, it worked.
He kept his hands on your legs, preventing you from twitching as his tongue snaked down your shaft. He coated your cock in his spit, and eventually pressed your legs further back. āThatās it, just relax,ā he cooed, moving to run his tongue along your hole. The sensation drove a shock through your spine, Varin having to work harder and harder to keep you still. You didnāt realize how sensitive you were until he kept going, letting out a gasp as he spit onto your asshole. He moved over you, his cock lined up with your hole. Despite your earlier sass, you gladly kept your legs spread for him now.
You were sure how exactly how long he spent fucking you, how long he spent holding your face and kissing you as you felt his cock slam against your prostate. Yet when you finally finished, you knew youād need to get back in the water.
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As enjoyable as the lakeside sex was, it had lost you a few hours of daylight. Still, you had no regrets.
Varin carried Aya most the time, the child wrapped around his chest allowing him to keep his hands free. It wasnāt that you didnāt want to carry Aya, but pulling back a bowstring with a child strapped to your chest just wasnāt possible. Her legs dangled out from the fabric, her head facing the road in front of her.
She looks like a little frog.
This leg of the journey wouldnāt be particularly interesting, passing through the forest towards the mountain range, but Varinās commentary on your surroundings moved things along. āAnd that, is a deer,ā Varin pointed, his finger following a small doe galloping through the woods, the sun just starting to set. āThey can be very yummy.ā
Aya let out a sound that almost sounded like growling, a harsh, rolling ārā sound.
āI donāt think she likes the deer,ā you laughed, your hands casually placed behind your head.
āWait, hold on,ā said Varin, lowering his voice and stopping in place. He pulled Aya away from his chest, gently setting her on the ground. Normally, she would pause, looking confused for a moment before playfully rolling around. This time, she aggressively crawled forward, letting out a noise somewhere between a bark and a cry.
You paused, simply watching as she inched forward. āā¦is she supposed to do that?ā
Varin nodded, letting out a quiet laugh. āYou really havenāt spent much time around pups, have you?ā
āMy job is taking lives out of the world, soā¦no.ā
Varin shot your stomach a look, raising an eyebrow.
You crossed your arms. āShut up.ā
āI didnāt say anything,ā he laughed, unable to find your annoyance anything short of adorable. āBut her senses are developing, along with her teeth. Like any Beastkin, sheās called to the hunt.ā
You looked back at the deer, watching as it peacefully drank from a nearby creek. āAnd thatās her prey? Itās massive compared to her.ā
Varin shrugged, āsheās got big dreams, I suppose.ā
You looked back down, watching Aya furiously crawl. Yet despite her intense movements, she hadnāt gone very far.
āWell, those dreams are going to take awhile,ā you mumbled.
āWeāre supposed to help her, sheās not supposed to take it out all on her own. Although, most pups Iāve seen chose rabbits or foxesā¦ā
āWell, you could shoot it, for starters. Sheās only got one tooth.ā
You pulled out your bow, nocking an arrow. It wasnāt a difficult shot, the arrow whizzing through the air. It punctured the doeās skin, and you quickly nocked another as it started to run. It staggered, giving you just enough time to land another arrow on its side.
Varin picked Aya up off the ground; as entertaining as it was to watch her vigorously crawl, she was already covered in dirt. āAlright, thatās enough of that,ā he sighed, the two of you walking towards the buck. Aya let out a cry, thrashing her tiny fists against Varinās chest.
You began to process the doe, removing the skin. As you worked, it was a constant struggle to keep Aya away from the doe; the predator yearned for its prey, you supposed.
Eventually, the fire was set, and while you and Varin let the meat cook, a pup like Aya had teeth she needed to prepare for. You had to cut some of the raw meat into itty-bitty pieces to ensure she wouldnāt choke, but as she ate, it was clear Aya was more than satisfied with her first āhuntā, her cheeks stained red.
Varin gave her a bath, the child absolutely filthy after the meal and crawling on the dirt. As Varin bathed her, you finished preparing the rest of the deer. You cut it into thin strips, dousing it in salt before smoking it. With any luck, youād be able to preserve most of the meat. You had started the day late and ended early; tomorrow, thereād be no time to stop and hunt, and the doe could last you the rest of the week.
You watched Varin and Aya while you worked; it was always endearing to see him joke and play with her, a stark contrast to your first meeting at the inn. Between the bar fight and his pack, Varin didnāt seem particularly keen on people outside of his priestly duties. Being the exception to the rule certainly was nice.
An aching pain in your back pulled you away from your work, reminding you of your new deadline. Once you got to the second month of your pregnancy, youād need to nest; finding a place for that was vital. But for now, the fire was warm, and everyone seemed at ease.
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As days passed, the scenery stayed mostly the same. Aya however, did not.
You knew Beastkin children grew fast, yet you never realized exactly how fast until now. No two days were alike with baby Aya, and soon enough, she was starting to walk; barely.
Calling it walking was a bit of a stretch. Sheād never get very far, only taking a step or two before one of you would need to catch her, but she seemed determined to walk by yours and Varinās side. After all, the forest was getting quite repetitive; walking would be a nice (literal) change of pace for the child.
āAnd we goā¦oneā¦footā¦in front of the otherā¦ā you mumbled, taking slow steps forward as she stood on your feet, following your movements. Was it helpful? Probably not. But her giggles always broke up the monotony of each day.
Yet as Aya grew, so did the child inside you; each day getting just a little harder than the last. The endurance you had trained so hard to build was slowly dwindling, random flashes of heat and chills interrupting your movements. It was as if you could feel every movement of your body, feeling your very bones start to shift. The pain was quickly becoming overwhelming. Now, if someone were to see you theyād know you were pregnant just by looks alone; every time you took off your armor you felt a sigh of relief, even if it was tied as loosely as it could go.
You looked over your map by the fire, Varin keeping track of Aya. Every so often, sheād slip out from Varinās grip, taking a step towards the fire.
āNo, no, we do not touch the fireā¦ā you heard Varin mumble for the umpteenth time as he hoisted Aya away, setting her on his lap.
You traced the road on your map; if you kept your current pace, you could make it into the mountains tomorrow. Youād still need to find somewhere suitable to nest, but the chance of someone finding you would become far less likely; you could finally visit a town or city without constantly looking over your shoulder. You missed a soft bed. You missed a warm bath. But as you and Varin prepared for bed, you realized the wilderness didnāt bother you nearly as much as it had in the past.
You laid in Varinās arms, Aya beside you, warm and happy.
One more night, and we can breathe.
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You woke up to the sound of Aya crying. Your eyes lazily opened, the lack of light making it clear you hadnāt been asleep long.
āWhat is it?ā You mumbled, still barely awake. Her cries grew louder, and you quickly realized this wasnāt a cry you had heard before. She was not hungry, or dirty, or tired. She was afraid.
You turned to your side, and Varin was gone.
You panicked, now widely awake as you scanned the tent. The first thing that caught your eye was your bag, slung towards the front of the tent. As you walked closer, the harsh smell of mint filled your nostrils. Your bag was open, the two bottles of fae-wing extract empty.
You looked back at Aya. You grabbed her, holding her towards your chest. You desperately tried to rock her, kissing her head as you attempted to comfort her, but nothing seemed to work. āShh, itāll be alright, everything will be alright,ā you cooed, slowly poking your head out the tent.
You heard a howl in the distance, followed by a vicious snarl getting closer and closer. You knew better than to freeze at such a sound; if you were about to be attacked, there was no time to wait. You set Aya down, grabbing your bow and quickly nocking an arrow before poking your head back out the tent. The situation was far from ideal, but you needed both hands if you wanted a chance at protecting Aya. You looked out onto the clearing, unable to see anything.
Something ran past your tent.
Like a bolt of lightning, it moved so fast you could barely make it out, a flash of pale skin darting across your vision. It hissed before letting out a guttural scream unlike any beast you had ever heard; not a wolf, not a bear, not a lion, even. You looked up towards the mountains, noticing the bright red blood moon radiating off the trees. When you looked back in front of you, two red eyes stared back at you.
You fired. No time to hesitate.
It let out a wail, but remained standing as you nocked another arrow. It rushed towards you, the creature soon revealing its full form. It was nearly seven feet tall, skin stretched and torn, dried blood and bones visible even from afar. Its jaw had been dislocated to make room for fangs nearly as tall as your hand, sharp claws protruding from its finger tips. It moved in a way that was deeply unnatural, its body twitching and convulsing with every step, as if something was trying to escape from within the creatureās body. You had heard of such a creature.
This was what became of omegas with the Disease.
Varin. No, no that canāt be him. Please, please donāt be him.
Yet it was a full moon, the same picture that had plagued his chest. A full moon, its surface a vibrant shade of crimson, a red fog surrounding it. The creature lunged forward, and you let loose another arrow. It staggered back, yet still hadnāt fallen.
Iām sorry. Iām so sorry.
You reached for another arrow, instinctively shielding Aya with your body as you stood in front of her, her cries echoing through the forest. The creature swung its claws towards you. Before it could strike, something tackled it to the ground.
For a moment, you thought it was a wolf, thick black fur covering its body. Yet it ran on two legs, its torso that of a human, even taller than the omega attacking you.
ā¦a werewolf? It canāt be, those havenāt existed for hundreds of years.
The werewolf growled, slashing its claws across your attackerās face as it roared. The Diseased omega was unrelenting, craning its neck to try and bite the werewolf. Its teeth plunged into the werewolfās arm, the werewolf letting out a howl in pain. The werewolf plunged its claws into the creatureās neck, ripping it off from its skin and tossing it to the side like it was weightless. The omega let out a shriek, reaching to bite the werewolf once more.
The omegaās fangs connected to the werewolfās shoulder. The werewolf plunged its claws into the omegaās head, puncturing its skin like paper. Yet your attacker was unrelenting, scratching and biting until its last breath, fangs repeatedly piercing through fur and flesh. When the grotesque creature finally fell, the werewolfās breathed heavily, husky breaths resonating through the forest as it stared upon your now lifeless attacker.
When the werewolf turned to face you, you held your bow up once more, arrow ready. Yet upon its chest was a shape of the full moon, glowing red as matching tendrils snaked its skin. When the werewolf stared at you, it let out not a howl, but a whimper. It fell to its knees, fur caked in blood. The glowing red tendrils spread across its entire body, as if binding him. The red light grew stronger and stronger. You dropped your bow, holding Aya close to keep her from being blinded by the light, squinting your eyes as it intensified.
When it finally faded, there was Varin, white robes torn and bloodied. He laid on the ground, tail between his legs and curled up on the ground. He desperately clutched a necklace; one of the amulets he always wore, an emblem of The Hunter and Mother God. There, he shivered, repeating what sounded like a prayer over and over and over.
You hesitated to run to him; you had heard the rumors of the Disease. Hell, now you had seen it yourself. He had defended you, but there was no telling if Varin was still the man you knew.
Aya squirmed, her tiny arms reaching for Varin as she cried. Hesitantly, you stood up, walking towards Varin. As you approached, it became harder and harder to keep Aya still.
You kneeled down beside him, and Aya squirmed free from your grip. She toddled over to him, only taking two steps before leaning forward, balancing herself onto Varin. She once again started to babble, slowly starting to calm down now that both of you were around her. You watched as Varin slowly breathed, his breath wobbling with each exhale. It almost sounded like he was crying.
āIāve failed,ā he sputtered.
Despite his words, you were happy just to hear him speak. You looked him over; the wounds he had sustained in his other form were still there, his left arm still bloodied. āVarin, Varin youāre hurt,ā you mumbled, unsure of what to say other than the obvious.
āIām sorry,ā he mumbled between quiet cries. āI thought I was different. That I wouldnāt become a beast like the rest of them. I failed.ā
āDada,ā Aya mumbled as she patted his shoulder. For the first time, her babbling felt somewhat coherent.
āPlease donāt let her see me like this,ā Varin quietly cried. āI can fix myself up, justā¦ā he paused, unable to look at you in shame. āPlease go back to bed.ā
You grabbed Aya once again, still in shock as you looked down at Varin. You tried to speak, but were unable to find the words, lip quivering in silence. You looked back at the mangled creature that had tried to attack you, flesh and bone on its face slowly melting away to reveal the face of a young woman.
Even when she became thatā¦that thing. That woman was still in there the whole time.
You werenāt sure if that was comforting or terrifying.
āIā¦ā you let out a sigh. āIāll be waiting for you.ā
āDonāt,ā said Varin weakly. āIā¦I shouldnāt sleep near you. Iāll stay out here.ā
Your chest ached at the thought. āā¦you changed back. Itās over, it shouldnāt-ā
āItās not safe. Iām sorry.ā
You quietly nodded, walking back to the tent and setting Aya down in hopes sheād fall back asleep soon. You looked out the tent once more, and Varin was still out there, curled up on the dirt. Even if much was unknown, even if neither of you knew what he was truly capable of, you could only say one thing as you looked back at him;
āPlease come back to bed.ā
WHEW! So ermmmm that was a lot. I promise theyāll be okay though, in the end. I pinky promise. Everything will be a okay cool beans in time. The plot just needs to angst. We are all in this together.
ANYWAY UHHH BRIEF WORLDBUILDING NOTES!
Iāve mentioned it in a few other posts, but part of my omegaverse lore is that Beastkin, the race that utilizes alphas/betas/omegas, develop at a faster rate than traditional humans :D Pregnancy lasts four months, and theyāre typically around a month or two ahead of where a typical human baby would be. So while Aya at this point is around 7 months, developmentally sheād be closer to a human 8-9month old.
Additionally, yes, Beastkin can consume raw meat in small quantities! I thought itād be fun to lean in more on other āwolf-likeā aspects while worldbuilding. Iāll eventually do a big lore info post, I just havenāt had time. But if an adult Beastkin eats too much meat, theyāll get a tummy ache. Like think if youāre lactose intolerant and you eat a bunch of ice cream. A āit hurts so fucking bad but it was so yummyā type tummy ache.
ALSO in regards to plagued omegas and werewolves and all that. Pretty much the way I view the werewolves/abominations in this is itās kinda like a flesh mechsuit. As implied by the other chapters however though, all omegas lose control when they transform into their grotesque, diseased form, whereas Varin maintained control and took on more of a werewolf form than a body horror thing. Is it because heās an alpha? Is it because of the fae wing extract? Is it a secret third thing? Find out next time :3
Now, since that chapter was a lot, hereās a poll for something thats a little more light hearted. What should the gender of Varin/Readerās child be? This wonāt come up for a few chapters, but I figured Iād give us something to look forward to after the angst :,) If it makes a difference, Aya is a female alpha!
What is da baby
Male Alpha
Male Omega
Female Alpha
Female Omega
Remaining time: 2 days 17 hours
But yeah. Thank you for reading!!! The plot is plotting.
