Moonlight on Modern Times

* Dante Di Cesare ( Alpha • Werelion • Mechanic ) * Remy Rivera ( Alpha • Werelion • Bartender ) * Liam Powell ( Alpha • Werebear • Handyman ) * Oberyn Cadwalader ( Omega • Fae • Councilmember • Boutique Owner ) * Sett Oakhide ( Alpha • Werefox • Errand Boy ) * Apus Valencia ( Alpha • Witch • College Prof & Tracker ) * Trenton Coliar ( Alpha • Werebear • Search Party ) * Patrick Ruthledge ( Alpha • Wereshark • Prosecution Assistant ) * Richard Shift ( Omega • Elf • Jack of all Trades )

[ofwings-andclaws]

Dante and Silas Moodboard

"Fuckin' dumbass of an alpha."

The mere thought of them being in the same room without going at each other's throats was laughable.

The alpha embodied everything wrong in the fucking world. And yet, Mother Nature seemed to have gone out of her way to make sure Alpha and Omega crossed paths.

"I'll dance on your fucking grave, Mother Nature. Just you wait."

[lionguarded]

30B - 29B - 2C - 4B - 23A - 1C - 14A - 9C -Dante S2

@ofwings-andclaws || session 2 live and in color session 2: 30B - 29B (also pitts bc we said so for s2) - 2C - 4B - 23A - 1C - 14A - 9C

this had to be hell on earth. 

why mother lion deemed him deserving of this, he didn’t know, but he knew he was losing his mind, slowly but surely. 

dante had taken the extra time to find silas during his shifts, he’d pin him against any wall whatsoever, grope & whisper sin into his ears. then he’d leave. silas found himself weak against the alpha’s insinuations despite trying to fight. he did fight, at first, he tried, but when dante cupped his cheek & pressed their lips together, all that spite within him dwindled. 

when silas thought it couldn’t get worse, dante left town. he was aware that’d happen, but he didn’t expect it to happen while silas was … while they… before he’d… what the fuck was wrong with that guy? who even did this? getting silas hard again & again, only to drop him like a hot potato. fuckin’ hell.  

when he came back, silas had…. been hopeful, up to some point, but the torture merely continued - in public even, so when dante found him on his day off just after he’d dropped sam off with the caregivers (he wanted a day to himself), he thought that maybe today the alpha would have mercy on him. maybe it’d been some stupid loyalty test? he didn’t fuckin’ know. he also didn’t really fuckin’ care why dante did what he did. 

he’d not even shut the door before the alpha had grabbed him by the chin & brought their lips together. so he was back in town, huh? walked backwards into his home, dante was leading, silas felt relief wash over him when the alpha closed the door behind them. at least he respected his privacy.  

after hitting a few walls with his back due to dante walking him into them, he pulled away long enough to lead them into his bedroom. again, sam’s toys & clothes were discarded into the box at the foot of the bed, but that was as long as dante granted him before he wrapped around him again, grabbing at his ass & sneaking a hand inside the back to check how eager his omega really was. no doubt. the answer was, very. silas had been fuckin’ dripping the second he saw dante march at him in front of his home, so needy for his touch - so desperate to find relief in his arms. fingers slid along one of his ass cheeks, one slipped between to find his hole - no questions asked. 

silas had his arms wrapped around dante’s neck, relishing in the kiss, the alpha’s scent wafting up his nose, the way their bodies slotted together. fuck that noise. he was desperate, that was all. they were still fully dressed & silas was already hard, leaking pre-cum & trying to fuck himself on dante’s finger. you’re a fuckin’ disgrace. but that wasn’t what the alpha had planned, apparently. no. he pulled away with the stupidest fuckin’ smirk on his lips & silas wanted to punch it until he couldn’t smirk anymore. he didn’t. 

“undress.” 

okay. he could deal with that, especially, because at the same time dante took off his shirt & that was a good first step for silas. really. seemed to bode well. why undress when you didn’t mean to stay for long, right? boy, if only he’d known. naked, silas glanced away, still feeling a little nervous around the other despite everything they’d done & everything dante had seen. 

he told him, in way too many words for silas’ liking, to get on the bed and arch. silas knew by now that that didn’t just mean… sit. or kneel. no, dante had very specific preferences & a fruitful imagination when it came to that. 

so.. it wasn’t present & flaunt. he assumed that, but what the fuck did he want this time? he knelt on the bed, clearly lost & looking for a little help, which - of course, dante was happy to provide. he did love to hear himself talk after all. way too much, really, but silas was alright with letting him talk, so long as he could get off today. he really, really needed to. he couldn’t do this for much longer, no. he really couldn’t. 

(courtesy of @ofwings-andclaws)

"Arch." Dante repeated when he noticed Silas' hesitation last for a moment too long. "It's not that complicated really... You've grasped the basics so far... And you withstood some rough pounding while remaining in presenting stance, so I know for sure that there is potential for you. Go. Hands on the headboard. Your torso is a bit higher for this one." He explained and waited for Silas to move. The way his back just... bent forward, as if he was trying to hide himself. But Dante wouldn't have that. He'd rather have Silas learn to be a proud omega. Dante's proud little omega. For that... More training would be necessary. 

"So we have you bracing yourself like this... Keep a firm grip on the headboard. Your legs are right, too. You sure paid attention. Good princess. Now... What's so alluring about arching, at least in my opinion, is that it flatters the already gorgeous back line muscles that you have here." He explained, holding Silas by the hips with one hand while the other moved around his back, leather clad touch trailing the lines of muscles he enjoyed watching the last time they were together like this and also watching from a distance whenever Silas would do his little routine by the river. Dante paused behind Silas. Still in his pants, just pressing his bulge against Silas' ass. "Another reason... This angle allows me to do this..." He explained casually running his fingers through Silas' locks, balling them into a fist and tugging. The pull enough to force the last couple of angles he could have corrected into Silas' posture with his hand... But the hair pulling made it all the more exciting. "There you go. Perfect form!"

(end arching training)

why did dante have to make everything so…. so much? so intense, so.. just.. so. it wasn’t the simple act of fucking with him, no - he had to make it an art of sorts & all that on silas’ back - his time, his pleasure. anger was bubbling beneath the surface, but whenever dante took, he also gave. it was little slivers of pleasure silas chased like a dying man would water.  never enough, but enough to keep him floating on that desperate high he’d been stuck on for the past week. 

he had silas arching, like the good little omega he was. he hated himself so much right now, but he couldn’t stop himself. though, as per usual, the good little omega was rewarded. sometimes he felt it wasn’t worth the effort, but this time it definitely was. he earned himself attention in the form of dante’s leather-clad fingers again. yes, good. no, fuck, not good. 

silas was arching a little more one moment, sucking in a sharp breath the next when a flat palm came down on his ass. the sensation so raw, running so deep, he actually lost it for a moment, fear rising within. he… assumed dante saw as much, he always did - like he had first-row tickets to his damn brain, because he pulled his fingers out & away in an instant, walked around the bed to sit on the edge of it, pulling silas closer but urging him to keep up the stance, even without his hands on the headboard. 

soft noises pulled him back, forehead against the alpha’s collarbone, pressing his lips to the skin there, sniffing & humming softly. fuck, he smelled so good. it was intoxicating. leather caressed his cheek, finger slipping between his cheeks again to play with his oh so wet hole. just do it already, seriously. but he wouldn’t, he didn’t, he wasn’t. this time, he got a warning, which he appreciated - at least for now, so he could busy himself with fang-y kisses against the alpha’s shoulder. it wasn’t bad this time, in fact, it was okay. hurt, but - everything was pain with dante involved. 

the alpha seemed alright with silas exploring while he caressed his ass again, cold leather a delight against his skin, but silas… he.. something in him wanted to push further. chase that rich scent that made him lose it whenever dante was nearby - yes, he knew it was most likely not actually his scent, but the memories he had attached to it, still. one arm should be enough for dante, right? because silas was on a mission for the other. pushed at it gently with his head & nose until it lifted, he … couldn’t believe he was diving into the alpha’s pit - face first, just ..sniffing. fuck, what the fuckin’ fuck are you doing? 

smack. 

he gasped at that, into dante’s pit - breath hot against his skin no doubt, but he didn’t complain. he would if he was unhappy, for sure. silas knew that much about dante by now. cold leather once again came to save the day, groping & brushing over his ass. meanwhile silas found himself quite content the way he was, just sniffing, kissing, sniffing. it was.. calming, satisfying for whatever mysterious reason & fuckin’ hot. 

god what was happening to h–? smack. 

this time dante got a little hiss, followed by something soft when he breathed out. again, leather to the rescue, though he was starting to really feel the sting. 

smack. 

he was giving him less & less time to recover between slapping his ass & strangely enough, he .. didn’t need it. every sting of pain came with pleasure, be it in the form of scent - or leather. he couldn’t recall how long they did this, how many hisses & gasps he spat, but he did know that sitting would - once again, be an issue after today - for a whole different reason than last time. smack. dante also didn’t leave it at just one side, no. of course not. though that did give silas the opportunity to trail wet kisses along his chest & up his neck. smack. the alpha was practically cooing at him all the way through, making sure silas never forgot what a good little omega he was. never. 

“on your back, legs up.” was all he heard before he obeyed. sitting up first to wipe his mouth, he might or might not have drooled some - the mix of scent & pain had been a little much. then, with a last glance to the alpha sitting on his bed, he slowly lowered himself to his back, legs lifted & fingers came to squeeze in-between the back of his knees - just like he’d tried that first night, but dante had had different plans for him then. why? what are you doing? wasn’t once enough? twice? 

this time, though, dante didn’t protest - he got up & walked around to stand between silas’ legs, though hands on his thighs, he pushed the omega back on the bed a little, just enough for him to be able to kneel comfortably between his legs, running leather across the back of his thighs, up to his calves & then he seemed to remember his original target - or so it felt. it wasn’t like silas remembered quite vividly how dante had explained he liked the way he tasted on their first night together. he definitely woke up hard after dreaming of it, no. he really didn’t. there must’ve been another reason for it, surely. 

first touch of tongue was seemingly always going to be fuckin’ amazing. amazing enough to draw a mix of a moan & hummed little ..could it be called a laugh when he was wheezing?  jeez, fuck. damnit. he should probably admit at this point that he would do anything tonight to have his brains fucked out again, but he wouldn’t. nope. 

it was the same as it had been the other times, dante took his damn time & after that very thorough lesson from earlier about how silas would fare better keeping his hands off himself for the foreseeable future, he… somewhat… felt like.. he.. should..listen. why though? just.. do it. get off, get out, be happy. only he wouldn’t be - he couldn’t. this wasn’t what he wanted - what his body & mind craved the most, no. it was .. what came next. after sweet torture came delicious release. 

…right? what if he didn’t, though? what if all this was just another game? like last times. no. no. he wouldn’t. no fuckin’ way. 

as per usual, dante could smell silas’ brain at work without having to even stop what he was doing & the omega quickly paid the price for his mind straying. how.. how did he.. how could he? fingers curled a little tighter around his knees, his breath hitching with every sharp dab of his tongue. what if he couldn’t hold back, though? resolve was running low, so much pent-up need ready to slam through that door & announce its escape. but .. not.. yet. he knew punishment would … be bad if he … if he disobeyed. dante had proven that.  teeth clamped down on his bottom lip, the sting a good distraction - he had to remember that. 

dante’s words were … lost in haze, as they had been - or maybe it was just silas’ brain trying to avoid the consequences of his actions, maybe his brain was trying to protect him from himself, which - he would probably appreciate some day. but, despite that, he knew very well what it was dante said, so the answer came naturally, un-fucking-fortunately.  “please, yes.. yes, i’m ready. i’m.. i’m ready, alpha.” he wasn’t. he never would be. he doubted anybody would ever be. or could be, physically. 

but mother lion be damned, he was eager. 

dante seemed pleased, he’d done everything he asked, right? he’d done well? apparently he did, if dante fumbling with the knot on his trousers was any indication to go by. would he.. was he going to undress? or would they repeat the fiasco that happened at the tree? silas serving his very soul on a silver platter for the alpha to devour & in return he would… offer only pieces of him. little hints, little glimmers - little glimpses of appreciation - just enough to keep silas hooked on him. would tonight be like that again? who cared, though? fuck him. so long as he did what he.. he didn’t promise, but.. silas assumed. 

big mistake, dumbass. 

in fact, now that his brain once again found a little opening to go haywire, he realized that dante had promised nothing. he’d said nothing. silas found him in front of his cabin, had seen the look on his face & the way he came marching at him & practically threw his pants at him. 

distraction was apparently only allowed when dante was the one initiating it. as was clarified when he pulled silas from mental frenzy with a long, steady - but acceptably slow push in. same as before, same.. everything. no ounce of mercy. if the sudden pressure, the sudden oomph hadn’t made him flinch, he might’ve broken his unspoken promise barely halfway into the night. but alas, dante’s ridiculously-sized cock had saved his… ass. not really though, did it? 

golden shimmer had successfully been hidden up until that moment he slid right back home where he belonged. no. stop. he wasn’t. this wasn’t ..anything. mutual … handshake, mutual stress relief. right? yeah. legs pinned between them, silas dared letting go of his knees to bring his hands down on his sides, blood flow had been at a somewhat critical state with how tightly he’d clung to his legs. fuck dante, seriously. 

that stupid-ass grin on the alpha’s face did not help, but he’d seen the look on his face when the alpha bottomed out. through eyes that squeezed shut, but still. he’d seen it. fuck him. it was so good, though. he felt so full, felt like he was going to burst, but it was hands-down one of the best feelings he’d.. ever felt & that… alone.. was the problem, right there. in a nutshell. how could he fight something like that? how could he win that battle when he clearly came in with the biggest fuckin’ disadvantage the world had ever seen? also, why… had he never felt like this with trenton or sindra?

starting on his back was … intense. as dante had put it last time he was in that position, he was in for a wild & bumpy ride. the fact he’d have no control over any of it might worry others, but silas didn’t expect anything else by now. alpha called the shots. the first few thrusts were the worst, basically - he’d figured that out by now, so he was prepared, as prepared as one could be. back arched despite silas laying on his back, his chest moved with dante’s thrusts - lifting & lowering in the same rhythm, the same pace, showing off the guard’s physique though he didn’t really mean for it to happen. dante wasn’t the only handsome lion in town though. then again, had dante ever called him anything less than that? no. he’d not once said anything negative about his appearance. 

again, like on cue. dante’s thrust hit deeper than the one before & silas fuckin’ yelped. yelped. the look on dante’s face, he could practically hear him say “oh, did that get your attention? good.” before he could even say it. dante had replaced his own hands at his knees by now, had pushed them down as far as they’d go for the extra thump that went into his every thrust. silas was already close, they’d barely even got started - he felt. yet here he was, trying to hold onto an invisible tightrope. so close to falling, so close to flying. but then he looked at dante, little droplets of sweat curling on his chest & up up up, that stupid face. 

he could swear dante saw. like he could read his mind, because he shook his head no & that was enough for silas to grit his teeth, squeeze his eyes shut & curl his fingers into the sheets to hold onto something. 

dante, again, took him to fuckin’ pound town, no mercy. & silas held onto himself for it all. he couldn’t say the same about his mouth - or his brain, because the noises that left him, some curses, some just plain old noises of desperation… but .. he had yet to cum. no idea how he got this far when he’d been ready to shoot his load before dante had even touched him the first time, but… here he was. though, honestly, he was expecting his resolve to crumble - once & for all before dante would get the chance to paint his insides. probably. or not. because dante was snapping his hips faster, harder all of a sudden & with a whisper on his lips that promised repercussions if silas was to disobey, he bred him - just like that, a few more thrusts followed & silas tried very hard not to scream.  just as abruptly as dante had buried himself inside of him, though, he’d pulled away. completely & the guard couldn’t stop the whine that escaped. so close. “why?!” what else did he want? silas had arched, he had begged, he’d offered himself. what else could he possibly want from him? his legs came together in front of him, still in the air, his thighs trembling. fuck, ugh. fuck fuck fuck. this couldn’t be normal. who even did this to his partners? who would come back for that shit? …you did, dumbass. okay, yes, but he wouldn’t. not after this. no fuckin’ way. if he kept playing games, silas was out. fuck him, fuck … all this. 

dante just looked at him, amused - as always & decided to reach for the guard’s legs, hands roaming up his calves to his knees, back down on the underside to his feet. thumbs against his soles before he gently pushed his legs down & walked around the bed again, slowly - his eyes never quite leaving silas’. 

silas, ready to cut a bitch, growled softly, but dante did what …dante did. once he’d settled on the bed, he’d reached out again, commanded his little omega to obey & crawl into his lap. said omega sat up slowly, still so hard it was unreal - seriously. he glanced back at the other, but with a little sigh announcing defeat, he did what he was told, again. he crawled on his legs, their crotches flush when he was settled quite comfortably in the alpha’s lap. 

almost in an instant, dante had his arms around him again - still in his trousers, by the way, which was even more frustrating. not because silas was fond of his thighs - not really. no, it was the message he sent across. like silas wasn’t fuckin’ worth taking his clothes off, because he wasn’t going to stay long anyway. like.. like all he was, was some quick fuck before fuckin’ work - or whatever. fuckin’ hell. he looked stupidly hot in them, too, which made all this even a hundred times worse. he wanted to hate him for it, but all he could think about was that feeling of leather against his skin, leader-clad fingers trailing along his back, down his spine & teasing below. stop it. don’t. no. don’t let him win. he’d only taken off his shirt, that said it all. once he was done playing, he’d zip up & go. again. good, yeah. he better fuck off, so silas didn’t have to see his dumb face anymore. 

lips found his, hips ground against his own, their bodies moving together - in perfect harmony. or something like that. but not for long. after dante had played with his hole again, stretched as it was, he’d nudged the omega up, one of his leather-clad hands lining himself up with silas’ hole again - only to pull his hips down on it, fast. until the guard hissed. then, letting himself fall back on the bed, he pulled silas with him & made him kneel - or arch, on top of him while he fucked into him again. hands on the omega’s ass cheeks & pulling, while silas tried so very desperately to keep up. one good thing about this position was that the omega could capture dante’s lips, could pull at his hair & bury his nose in the alpha’s neck. 

dante was working him hard, faster & deeper, rubbing against that bundle of nerves inside of him relentlessly - another orgasm slowly but surely creeping up on the omega, but.. as his breath hitched, his moans grew louder, his body tensed - he could feel it taking over, could already smell sweet, blissful release, he could taste it on his tongue. he was so close. 

but his the alpha knew, there was no way he couldn’t, no way that when he could literally read silas’ mind - that he’d miss signs that were this obvious & he didn’t. he stopped, held silas on his cock, still. 

one, two, three & he pulled silas off him, that look on his face .. in that moment, he couldn’t even.. it wasn’t fuckin’ fair. body trembling with almost relief, yet pulled out of his grasp when he’d already had his finger on it - that smug, i won grin shot his way. “you can’t… you.. i.. what..? why?!” what the fuck did he do? had he done something wrong? why was he like this? head hung low, the omega once again contemplated the choices he’d made in the past week, which was when it dawned on him, really. it was his own fuckin’ fault. 

“we aren’t done yet, are we, princess?” 

fuck this. “fuck.. fuck you.” fuck all of this. golden shine dimmed, despite him glancing up at the other. he was so done. but as every single time he felt he was, dante came barging down his door. palm cupping his chin, forcing his head up so their eyes could meet - crimson bringing gold back to life. “shhhh…” lips came to press against his own, another hand held the back of his head, the kiss long, deep, passionate & just the kind that made silas’ legs buckle. if he was standing, anyway. but it did exactly what it was supposed to, the spite - the fire inside him dying down quick. it wasn’t fair. he couldn’t.. ugh. fuckin’ dante. 

then dante, who’d sat up with his legs somewhat crossed underneath him, pushed him down - so very slowly, but determinedly for sure, right until silas’ head was on par with the alpha’s crotch. 

"now, now, princess... be a good omega. take a deep breath. thaaaat's it. good girl."

damn, he hated him so much. he hated that all it took was.. this. the alpha’s scent wafting up his nose. a few minutes ago, he’d been ready to go, now his heart was hammering in his chest again & his body yearned for dante’s touch again. forehead against hip bone, the alpha slowly released his head, knowing he’d got him. again. because of fuckin’ course he did. stupid idiot. so fuckin’ pathetic. 

but fuck if he didn’t smell good. deep breath, soft noise - yep, he came to stay. "open up. let's see how far you can take me this time. huh?" 

no, not again. not a chance, but then he looked up & …”fuck.” deep breath, but that was a fricken’ mistake, because yeah - no, he shouldn’t have. all he could think about was alpha & if he wasn’t so damn desperate he would’ve spent the next hour hating himself. as it was, though, he pressed lips against hip, soft wet little kisses to the skin there, slowly trailing down. not like it was the first time he’d do this, right? licking his lips, he swallowed hard & after careful consideration (was it, though?) he sunk down on his alpha’s cock once more. fuck everything, really. it did not go much smoother than the first time, lips stretched wide around his shaft, hands on either side of dante’s hips & he struggled. duh. 

dante could take the compliments hummed silas’ way & shove them where the damn sun wouldn’t shine. he still hadn’t come. yet here he was, fuckin’ sucking off the one responsible for his misery. what did that say about him, though? the alpha placed his hand on the back of his head again, giving him time, but .. being there to guide him, too. every time silas came up for air, there was that hand gently leading him down again. a little further every now & then, but silas was still struggling, his throat clenching around dante, eyes closed & trying to follow guidance diligently. 

rhythm set, silas had only little influence on the path chosen, he didn’t really want to, either. alpha knew best. all he did was trying not to lose himself on the journey, dry-heaving when dante pulled him too far down & recovering with small gasps once released. then.. he assumed dante was getting close, because there was less off-time for him & then there were dante’s hips meeting him halfway on every downward motion. faster, harder. alpha was getting impatient, but as he did almost every time, silas thought he knew dante’s plans… the alpha proved him wrong. 

with a quick tug to the guard’s hair, he’d pulled him off his cock, saliva trickling down his chin as he gasped & before silas understood, dante had his free hand wrapped around himself, a few quick strokes & he spilled over his goddamn face. did he fuckin’ have to? of course he did. silas, dumb-founded & honestly so, so far out of his element nobody knew how he even functioned did little to fight him, neither did he when dante pulled him down on his spent cock again after - as far down as he’d go, hold him. 

hold. 

release was granted & silas pulled off with a little moan. fuck, what else did he have to endure? more, apparently. soft smile on the alpha’s lips, he leaned over, ever so carefully scooped up his own seed from his omega’s face to smear it against his bottom lip. eyes met, for a moment neither of them moved, but… before he could stop himself, his tongue came lolling out, so lips wrapped around that leather-clad finger & he sucked, tasting alpha on his lips. fuck, that was hot. damnit. why would he even think that? what the hell? 

dante, though, seemed pleased with himself, wiped his finger on silas’ cheek, brushing leather through his curls & then zipped up, pressed a heated - yet short, kiss to silas’ lips - pet his cheek & left him sat on his bed with a simple...

“good boy..”

[lionguarded]

to say silas was full of regrets would be an understatement, though right now he wasn't able to even see it like that. he was too busy clinging onto life as was, feeling like his entire body would be falling apart any second now. his body so, so tense dante could bounce an apple off his belly. if he wasn't completely wrapped around the alpha, of course. with how tense he was, especially after cumming again, he had to exert quite a bit of strength when it came to untangling silas from him. his words were soft, soothing & pretty much exactly what silas needed to hear right then, even though he didn't quite understand yet.

he felt so empty when the alpha retreated, when he let go & left him shaking on his bed. that was, when his eyes opened again to find the other's.

silas was still catching his breath, utterly satisfied exhausted, spent & unbelievably content for the moment, but dante was moving next to him & his words were like daggers in his side. raising his head, he glanced up to look at the other when he spoke. but he didn’t speak. he.. wasn’t quite sure how. he knew this was just some hook-up to dante, he did.

“…wait.” fingers wrapped around the alpha’s wrist, holding him in place, in bed. “uhh.” soft groan, his eyes counting loose strings of paper on the wall. “you …should rest. here.” he must be tired, yeah. silas couldn’t just let him stumble home after all this, yes, exactly. he felt so vulnerable right now. his body & nerves so strained, he wasn't sure how he'd react to either possible response.

[ofwings-andclaws]

Dante looked over at the hand wrapped around his wrist and followed the arm, to meet the eyes of the omega. Silas had made all sorts of bad decisions throughout the night. Or so he'd tell himself that once the high subsided. And there was just so much Dante could do to keep the omega from overthinking. He gently unwrapped Silas's hand from his wrist just so he could move over to the next room and find a washing cloth. And a basin.

Back to the bed, cloth in hand, Dante gently pushed Silas' head to rest on his pillow and used the washing cloth to wipe off the sweat. "You'll be regretting inviting me to stay in a few minutes. Because I know myself… And I'll be wanting another piece of that ass of yours." Ever the gentleman. "I've just put your body through some extensive work and showed you that I can take good care of it. Now you need to rest. And you'll have no resting if I stick around. Trust me." He winked and just to make a point, leaned down to lick off the thin pool of cum off of Silas' belly.

"Sleep. Get yourself cleaned up. Pretend this didn't happen… Because I have a feeling that you'll try. Abused pussy or not, I can tell you'll lie to yourself over and over again about the last hours…" He sighed and folded the cloth so he could place it over Silas' eyes, the cold water hopefully soothing enough. "Besides… You're not getting rid of me that easily, princess… You got yourself on my radar." He warned getting up from the bed and moving to gather his things. Leaving his shirt behind. Folded. Right next to Silas'. On purpose. "Good night, Silas." Was his farewell followed by the door closing behing him and an alpha walking back to the Blazepelt alpha cabin very much shirtless.

[ofwings-andclaws]

Dante could only imagine the backlash Silas was going through. His body so thoroughly fucked and still… No rest coming its way. Especially with the short thrusts Dante was making him endure. The pressure of a knot firmly set in place, the pressure probably would be unbearable. Probably the feeling and pressure of having his hole forcefully tore open, but no, Dante didn't go that far. Just… Quick, short movements.

And also merciless for the abused knob of nerves within Silas. As the omega seemed to be scratching and trying to hold onto Dante's back as he was continuously and helplessly fucked and those moans… Oh those sweet, sweet oh so broken moans. He could imagine the look in those golden tinted eyes. But it would probably be too much for Silas to have Dante bearing into his soul like that right now so he let him have this. This little piece of dignity since he had stripped him of all of his pride.

Clawed fingers found their way to a nipple… And Silas would be reminded that there were no such things as small blessings and mercy. Dante teased. And twisted. And pinched. "What are you begging for, princess? I already fucked your pussy full… And I have given you permission to come. Is that it, princess? Alpha fucked your pussy so full of cum your clit is ready to shoot already? That's what you're begging for? To be fucked hard so you can shoot for your alpha? To show how you're appreciative of everything I've put your body through tonight? Is that it?"

[lionguarded]

he didn't know. he really, truly - honestly had no idea what he was begging for anymore. yet it was the only thing that came to his mind right now. nothing else could push past his lips, everything else - except one little word, got lost in the back of his throat, the sensations unbearable, like seething hot fire spreading within him with every. single. thrust. & there seemed to be no end in sight, no rest for the weary.

it didn't help that dante had found another toy to play with in the form of a nipple, *something else *to abuse his heightened senses with, like everything else wasn't enough already he was ready to pass out & sleep for a week, which… he might do, honestly. if dante didn't plan to keep this up for the entire next week, that was.

every breath in came with a little gasp, every breath out came with something more audible, which he was sure the alpha enjoyed way too much. just like he would what came after what felt like another hour of relentless - if relatively gentle onslaught. silas didn't think he actually had anything left in him still, but his body hadn't quite caught up yet - or something like that. every single muscle in his body tensed when he came. again? no, he didn't sob. no, he didn't squeeze his eyes shut so hard he saw stars. no, he wasn't shaking like a leaf in the wind.

but also, fuckin' dante.

[ofwings-andclaws]

Efforts were always rewarded one way or another. Or at least… Dante would have the rewards he wanted over the effort he put in and played through to the end. To think he wasn't quite certain if he wanted to break the omega just a few hours ago… To have him moaning. On his knot. After Dante had put his body through extensive use.

And all because Silas thought he could use Dante's own way of doing things to shut the alpha up. A rookie mistake. But every mistake could be fixed and any attitude could get adjusted. Silas… Would learn that. Dante hoped. IF not…. He could always repeat the lesson. Over and over again.

But as it was… Third time was the charm it seemed. Or maybe the timing had been just right… Because just as Silas started cumming again, Dante's knot deflated. And the clenching of his abused hole was enough of a signal. And he slowly retrieved himself, being treated with a sobbing, shaking, cummy mess. And after enduring all that Dante had threw his way… Silas was more than deserving of the rest to collect himself.

"Good girl." Was all that he said, with a gentle purr from the back of his throat as he kissed Silas, gently unwrapped himself from the omega. And lowered his legs on the bed, watchful eyes waiting for the the body's trembling to subside. At least a little. Before he spoke again.

"I know how that goes. Don't worry. Let me just grab my things."

[lionguarded]

there were those eyes again, beating down on him like he'd offended the alpha personally, like he'd .. done the most abhorrent thing. it bore into his heart & festered until the urge to plead was back. he was quiet this time, though & decided to show he was trying by following the alpha's advice.

which was a mistake, truly. "…no." at least he didn't remember if he did, which would be fair, because silas tried to forget the royal city & what he endured there. but what he did know is that not once had he felt like this. not once in his life had he enjoyed an alpha's touch, even his heats had been miserable. maybe he was too old to learn new tricks now, maybe this was a mistake. it was. fangs grazed the alpha's skin, fingers against his back & neck were flexing & balling, pressing & scratching at dante's back when he fucked him again. - if slowly. he'd not expected the knot to even move with how full silas felt, but he'd been wrong once again.

with dante, there seemed to be always one more step up. honestly, he'd been ready to nap & recover quite a while ago, but dante had different plans & he was trying to keep up, but it was impossible. he couldn't.. it was too much. the moans that left silas' lips were .. less than, more .. broken in nature, voice a little higher than he'd ever admit. legs tightened around the other, full-on shivers rode his body whenever dante hit deep. "please… please…. nnnffh." lips pressed frantic little kisses to the alpha's neck.

please, great mother, please.. please save me.

[ofwings-andclaws]

Dante could only imagine the backlash Silas was going through. His body so thoroughly fucked and still… No rest coming its way. Especially with the short thrusts Dante was making him endure. The pressure of a knot firmly set in place, the pressure probably would be unbearable. Probably the feeling and pressure of having his hole forcefully tore open, but no, Dante didn't go that far. Just… Quick, short movements.

And also merciless for the abused knob of nerves within Silas. As the omega seemed to be scratching and trying to hold onto Dante's back as he was continuously and helplessly fucked and those moans… Oh those sweet, sweet oh so broken moans. He could imagine the look in those golden tinted eyes. But it would probably be too much for Silas to have Dante bearing into his soul like that right now so he let him have this. This little piece of dignity since he had stripped him of all of his pride.

Clawed fingers found their way to a nipple… And Silas would be reminded that there were no such things as small blessings and mercy. Dante teased. And twisted. And pinched. "What are you begging for, princess? I already fucked your pussy full… And I have given you permission to come. Is that it, princess? Alpha fucked your pussy so full of cum your clit is ready to shoot already? That's what you're begging for? To be fucked hard so you can shoot for your alpha? To show how you're appreciative of everything I've put your body through tonight? Is that it?"

[lionguarded]

yes, he was & yes, he could in fact imagine a better way to go. revenge. silas had a lot to do yet before he died, scores to settles & lives to claim. right now though, he'd rather not think about that. not while he'd ..submitted to an alpha, the same kind he sought to punish. not this one, though, as annoying as he was. the kisses surely helped distract him, as did the damn knot being a fuckin' nuisance. his brain was trying so hard to keep control, so hard. reaching out to place a palm against the alpha's upper arm, fingers curling around to find comfort in fake leverage.

"can't.. help.. it." he was a thinker, he was not led by his body - not usually, not.. ever. he wouldn't start now, …right? no. dante couldn't come into his life & mess it all up. right? but he.. trusted him, he did.dante hadn't given him any reason not to & silas hated his guts even more for it, but … he closed his eyes, just as he had proposed. relaxing in a moment like this was an entirely different challenge in itself, so he wouldn't even try.

dante was unforgiving, every grind of his hips caused silas to suck in a breath & some made him squeeze his arm a little. he was.. it was easier when he didn't see him, not that the alpha was hard on the eyes, it just.. complicated thing. eyes closed, the pleasure was .. stronger, more intense despite that little voice in the back of his head hissing at him, deeming him weak, a traitor. he knew. he'd sunk so low, he might as well finish it, then walk away. yeah.

arms moved, blindly, because .. reasons, until he had them both around the alpha's neck once again, allowing him to close the distance between them up to the point that silas could bury his nose in the crook of the alpha's neck, against the side of his head…. letting his deliciously dangerous scent wash over him & letting teeth graze over the skin there as he moaned - or ..maybe it was more of a groan, it was something in-between.

[ofwings-andclaws]

"Liar." The word was pointed with a sharp movement of his hips. Probably not as pleasant. But then again… Dante wasn't a fan of lies. Silas could struggle and lie to himself as much as he wanted. But Dante… Wouldn't take it too kindly to being lied to his face. Especially by an omega currently stuck on his knot. "Do I need to show your brain the exit door again?" The red in his eyes was back. But this time it wasn't warmth. Or smug. It was cold. Like Dante was arming himself for a battle he intended to win for the sole purpose of winning.

But eventually… Warmth bled back into his eyes as he watched Silas do as he was told. Close his eyes. Let himself drift. "Ever been fucked while knotted, Silas? I've been told it can get… Quite overwhelming for the omega." The grinding would be alternated with short thrusts. He couldn't move much with his knot lodged inside Silas. But didn't keep him from trying and getting some friction going. And his intent was purely… To break the omega further. Give him more work to do when he did eventually started picking himself up.

And also… Plant some seeds. Not just his own seed shot deep near Silas' womb. But also the seeds that he planted in Silas' mind. Seeds that he'd personally have to care for. He wondered if the omega would catch up to him or if he again would be too distracted and inside his own mind to notice the Alpha's machinations. Silas' body spoke truths that the omega himself would die denying to.

And Dante was here for it.

"That's it, Silas. Be a good princess. A good omega. Let alpha take care of your body."

[lionguarded]

what had he done? this was his own doing, he had invited the alpha in - had begged him to stay & indirectly begged for this. no, actually - he did beg for this, to be knotted in his own bed by the alpha he could stand the least in all of willowshire. he came here to be free & yet ..did this. what was wrong with him? the worst of it all was….. he liked it. all of this.

including the softness dante seemed to show after he fucked him. the kiss was oh so sweet & for a moment silas found himself relaxing into it. he let his lips move against the alpha's, let his words lull him into a state of ..peace. if not for his hips, that were still grinding against him. how long would his knot last? how long would he be caught like this? he couldn't. toes curled in distress, his arms once again wound around the alpha's neck. he was finally close enough, he could finally embrace him. nails bore into the alpha's neck when he rubbed against that knob inside of him again & again. his body was trembling against the alpha's, overwhelmed by the sensations & struggling to keep up. but it was to no avail.

don't fight it. how could he not? damnit. my sweet omega. there it was again, that .. that softness in his voice that brought silas to his knees, figuratively. it was that promise that got him, again. alpha's got you. he'd never …been got. he'd never been …pet, or kissed. alphas came to take what they wanted, they didn't stay to give him what he wanted. fuck, don't think about that shit now. & he couldn't, not for long because the alpha was merciless, pushing him further & further still when he was already utterly spent. fuck, damnit. "you're ..killin' me… here. fuck."

[ofwings-andclaws]

"No I'm not…" He chuckled lightly nibbling at Silas jawline and neck. "And if I was… Can you even imagine a better way to go?" There was no taunting, no teasing, no smugness. Just pure amusement at the omega's struggle. But he didn't take any jabs at that. Red receded into honeyed whiskey and he held Silas' chin with his index and thumb so he could kiss the omega over and over and over again with his knot continued overworking him.

"You're thinking too much again… I can tell when your brain starts to struggle. And I'm not above fucking it numb again. But with a knot in place… Wonder if you can even begin to put up as much of a fight as you did back in the tavern." Everything afterwards had been a matter of a firm hand guiding Silas' potential. "Relax. Close your eyes. Let yourself get lost in the feeling. If you end up cumming from the overstimulation… Props to you, Silas. Don't deny yourself." His voice was barely above a whisper, almost as if they were sharing a secret. Well… They did… If Silas wanted to hold on to his fake strength Dante would let him he was just offering the omega a moment… To be got. Taken. Cared for.

They could both pretend nothing happened when the sun came up if the omega so wished.

[lionguarded]

silas was .. trying to calm his breathing while his the alpha stilled his movements. it gave him time to catch his breath & let his body relax. he tried. but the alpha's cock filled him up so good, he could barely think of anything else.

fuck, fuck, fuck. he wouldn't be able to sit for days, so embarrassing. part of him wanted to skip town, so he didn't have to face dante again after tonight. no, be strong. fuck him. which was when it dawned on him. knot. he was fuckin' knotted. dante knotted him & the worst was that he'd begged him for it, too.

there's still one thing missing.

oh. that brought him back to the now. yeah.. there was that… promise.. he'd made. ready to deny the alpha, silas did not anticipate dante's determination to torture him for as long as that knot would need. he was calming down, slowly catching his breath again & coming to his senses when dante moved again. it was a slow grind, but it was… so much more than that in that moment. legs flailing a little in the air, he visibly tensed again - the muscles of his chest contracting in time with the almost violent twitch of his hips. the moan he let out was drawn out longer, the wave of pleasure that hit him.. intense. tongue lolling out against his bottom lip, breaths coming with little whimpers noises. he.. would keep doing this if he didn't say it… wouldn't he? he'd drive him mad & silas couldn't… he couldn't.

"…you… thank you.." mother nature, you're the worst. eyes tried to.. avert dante's, but crimson bore into his own - he couldn't escape. "…alpha."

[ofwings-andclaws]

Could he fuck a third load out of Silas while they were stuck like this? Maybe a fourth until he was shooting blanks… Or maybe they didn't have that much time. He doubted Silas would still accept Dante within his vicinity once the morning came so… He would make the most of the moon. And then would give omega some time to collect himself before breaking him again… And again… And again… Until he was very compliant to Dante's touch. Silas didn't know it yet but he had just became one of three very specific omegas for Dante. And Dante knew he'd have to work a little hard to break the tough exterior so he could at least have easier access to the omega within…

"Good omega… My precious little omega…" He whispered and leaned down so he could kiss Silas. But this kiss had nothing to do with the previous ones of their coupling. This one was gentle. Soft. … … Grateful. Because yes, he could be grateful for a stubborn omega full of attitude like Silas. He clearly had a type. He didn't stop his grinding though. Not for a while, wanting to have Silas completelly lost in this intense pleasure, enjoying those delicious noises and the legs flailing around him. This position made Silas the perfect target for Dante's full attention.

"Don't fight it, my sweet omega… Just… Let your alpha please your body. Let yourself get lost in the sensation. Alpha's got you." He whispered softly between kisses, running his fingers through Silas' fluffy hair. He'd drive Silas mad with pleasure.

[lionguarded]

don't look. don't look. don't fucking look. he wanted to avert the alpha's eyes when he came, wanted to not look at him in his most vulnerable moment, but… he couldn't look away. golden shine searching crimson. his words only made it worse, they stroked the omega inside him, made it purr & wiggle in delight, he'd be wagging his tail if he had one. everything he believed in thrown overboard, his principles & beliefs forgotten. pathetic. but it felt so good, he felt so light, so… happy content. he was not handling release as well this time, his body still not properly over the first from earlier & already, dante managed to top his own performance.

the initial stretch of knot made silas' hands release dante's neck to fist the sheets again, that strangled, little howl announcing discomfort would likely go ignored, but it happened & silas knew that he'd helped fulfill the alpha's promise with it. he said he'd make him howl. the pressure of the alpha's cock and knot.. it was a lot. "fff-fuck. shit. " mother nature, why me? body trembling, his eyes did flutter shut, his breaths quick & were accompanied by more sounds. he was full. he'd be dripping for fuckin' days at this rate. yet he couldn't help the little skip his heart did at the thought of doing this again. fuck no. next time he saw that fucker, there'd be hell to pay for this.

[ofwings-andclaws]

Dante wouldn't have missed that for the world. Golden glazed and high with pleasure as Silas came and sweet Mother Nature he looked so gorgeous and fragile. Took a lot of will power for Dante not to simply sink his fangs on the omega's neck. It was a deep bond. And one that he'd not treat lightly. Sure, he was an alpha, he was going to claim this omega. Someday. For now… He was pleased to fuck the bliss into him, fuck all his armor out. Strip him to his barest and then more. Sure he could be strong but again. He was still an omega. And he would be Dante's.

There he is. The howl he had been aiming for when he bottomed that one last time. He knew some omegas got so hard wired by being fucked and knotted that just some grinding was enough to bring them to the orgasm again until their bodies were completely spent. And… Well… That was exactly what he planned to do to Silas. He wouldn't have to move a muscle. Just take it. But for now he held himself in place. Would be a long while before his knot deflated, especially since it was the second time he came.

"There's still one thing missing…" He said finally after moments of silence, capturing Silas' chin, crimson boring down on golden as he waited for those three very words he said he'd get out of him, thumb pressing against lower lip. And slowly he grinded.

[lionguarded]

there was a lot on silas' mind right now, he was torn left & right - back & forth between pleasure, desperation & the need to run before it was too late for him. well, little too late for that one, wasn't it? but one thing that really wasn't on his mind was… once again, his own arousal. he .. didn't really need to, dante was making him drown in pleasure all by himself & then again, he wasn't really used to touching himself in the first place. never really felt appropriate given the way his couplings had gone in the past.

dante's words.. they would've upset him, they would've made him growl & push at his chest, his brows pulled together & a snarl on his lips. but alas, they didn't. not right now, not when silas was barely holding himself together. the onslaught was rough, it was fast & ever so sweet, he felt that same warmth from before rise in his belly again, the kind that made the muscles in his legs twitch. coherent speech had just left the building & silas was tired of trying, so he didn't. he let his alpha guide him through it, offered what he could in moans & soft cries he would forever deny & when he reached the point of no return, that little growl was all & more he could've possibly needed to find release once again. it was more intense this time, more .. more. he felt like he would've died if he didn't cum, but also like he was because he did.

what the fuck, body? the hell is wrong with you?

he did, though, tense up all over when he came, every single muscle in the omega's body tight & his arms were, too, somewhat. using the fact dante had lowered himself to growl in his ear, he whimpered in the softest tone his usually dark rumble of a voice would allow, "please. in… in me, f--fuck, alpha. in. me. i want.." oh no, bad idea. all of this.

[ofwings-andclaws]

Dante didn't care if one thought of or pointed him as one of those alphas. Because he was. Those alphas that didn't suck cock and only cared about an omega's hole. Wasn't that the way of the world as Mother Nature had intended? Alphas breed. Omegas get bred. Anything in between was the result of lesser alphas and switch heaters trying to pass by their philosophies as valid but in the end… Most of that was bullshit.

Omegas like Silas would be the easiest target to the way Dante liked to play. Mess up the more subservient and boring ones… The defenders will step up. And then all you have to do is remind them where their place is. In the receiving end of your knot. And speaking of which, he could feel the way Silas' hole tightened and squeezed his cock as the omega came. All those growls and the fighting spirit, long forgotten as he moaned and cried upon release again.

At last… Silas finally learned his lesson. Begging will get you far with an alpha like Dante. But still he intended to ruin the omega. Kitty steps. Slow and steady. He'll be yours before he knows it. For now… Dante would just give him what he was begging for. Because Dante himself didn't feel like holding back much longer. "It's okay princess…" He said breathlessly fucking into the other. "Alpha's got you. Alpha will make you full. Just like you should be." He growled one last time and pushed to the hilt, burying himself inside Silas just as his knot took place, locking the both of them together. And the sudden and merciless pressure against the omega's notch would definitely add to his orgasm. No denying that now.

[lionguarded]

only very few people in this forsaken world knew the darkness silas had seen & even if they did, only few would be able to actually, truly understand - or relate. but silas didn't go parade his past around, so none of them would get the chance to try either. the past was nobody's business - but his. he didn't expect dante of all to be interested in the guys he fucked, so it didn't matter - really. they were fucking - no more. although.. he was still waiting on the fucking part, as they were still doing .. something in-between.

he …almost… no, he did feel a smile claw on the corners of his mouth when dante moved again, eager for what was to come. fuckin' hell, damnit, stop - you're being ridiculous. the alpha pushed his legs up & towards him, which… yeah, he had a pretty good idea where this was going. it was a fast switch, it was rough - it was all he could've asked for & he hated it, he hated that this was something he willingly agreed to, but it was just so damn good. he was, once again, at the other's complete & utter mercy & he enjoyed every second of it. mother nature, oh mother nature. i'll come for your head when i'm done. hands moved from aimless ..fiddling.... to grabbing the sheets on each side of his head, muscles in his arms tense & holding onto them like his life depended on them, which it might have - he couldn't tell.

the sounds filling the air were different this time - they weren't the muffled groans from the tree, they weren't the soft little pleas of pleasure from before, they were different - bigger, stronger, much .. much more desperate in their nature. beautiful suffering. only that beautiful was a word silas would never use for himself. when his the alpha came down for a kiss, he let go of the sheets & pushed fingers into the other's hair again, enjoying the softness against his fingertips & the way dante's hips snapped when he scratched down the back of his head & neck. fuck you, fuck your stupid-ass beautiful face & your stupid fuckin' dick. yet the words actually leaving his mouth were .. a lot less vicious in their nature...

"please…. nnnhhh. fuck. please." every thrust a success, every time he slammed into him, he could swear the world was falling to pieces around him, so he held onto the other as best as he could & tried… he tried.. please dearest mother of the moon.

[ofwings-andclaws]

Didn't he learn by now that any form of resistance would be futile? Silas was totally under Dante's mercy and still… Dante wasn't showing any with the way that his hips moved as they slammed repeatedly against the omega, Not caring if he thought that his cock was being neglected. Dante had one focus and one focus only when fucking an omega. Their pussy. And the desperation and abandon in Silas' face was all the incentive that he needed to contiue the assault. And he wasn't even going to talk about those delicious pleas of his.

"Please, what, princess? Fuck your brains out? Already on it. Get your pussy filled to the brim and make you limp tomorrow? Definitely managing it already.." He was panting and his skin was glistening with sweat after the prolongued altercation between them. "Let you cum? Because you got your permission already, princess. I already fucked one load out of you. Don't you dare try and deny me a second." His words were still as merciless as his thrusts as he continued thrusting over and over again, chasing his own orgasm.

"Cum for me, princess…" He growled into Silas' ear. "So your alpha how good his cock make your pussy feel… How full it makes you. Tell your alpha how bad you want his load deep in your pussy again." He chllenged.

[lionguarded]

he must be looking royally stupid right now. he thought to himself, wondering what the other thought, but also not. he thought.. he was supposed to hold his legs? no? alright then. damnit, he felt so ..naked, well, he was naked, but that wasn't the issue per se, no. he felt so… vulnerable, on display & dante was staring so openly at him, which didn't help. everything was slower now, the pace almost relaxing if there wasn't a pair of crimson eyes watching him while hands roamed his body. flaunting, he kept saying that, but silas had no intention to flaunt anything, ever. dante was talking again & talking, like he didn't have a single care in the world, while silas groaned softly - in embarrassment, really, this time. dante was ..it was so… ugh. almost like.. they were being .. intimate. "okay." soft, quiet, a faint whisper. he.. trusted him. no fuckin' idea why, but he did. his eyes had been on dante's, mostly, but with the alpha holding his hair, he was forced to & that made it somewhat uncomfortable. or.. something like that? he couldn't say, it was complicated. nothing made sense anymore.

dante was so close to him now, his scent was all around them, it was all silas could smell when he sucked in breath after breath.. after breath. permission was granted, he'd waited for it, secretly. his hands shot up of hesitantly, fingers trailing up the alpha's arms, around his neck & fuck, dante was moving again & silas' fingers dug into the back of his neck as his lips parted around a moan again. fingers up into the alpha's short hair at the back of his head, raking his short nails down hard enough to be noticeable, but not that hard still. he was … keeping eye contact - the entire time, the challenge not lost to him, yet … he wanted to bury his face in the other's neck to escape the stare but he didn't.

what he did though, was pull him down with the help of his arms around his neck so he could kiss him. against the rules? maybe. he didn't care. golden met crimson in close proximity, unwavering at least for now, savoring the taste on his lips. he tasted like danger, every single time they kissed, it was intoxicating - as intoxicating as everything else he gave him tonight. yet he wanted more. he let go when he thought it was enough, let one of his arms fall on his own chest, the other cupped dante's face on its way down across his chest & before it wandered to the alpha's thigh. he wanted to avert his eyes, wanted to hide his face behind his arms with every deep, delicious stroke causing him to moan & hiss when the alpha hit that sweet, sweet spot inside over & over, but he didn't.

damn you, mother of the moon, fuck you.

[ofwings-andclaws]

Silas was… Not only entertaining. He was also intriguing. To some extent. And fascinating. Dante didn't know about the omega's past, nor did he really care about it. He was just enjoying the moment and the fact that… despite being older than Dante, Silas was probably not as experienced. And he almost fell sorry for the omega. Sure, Alphas picked their omegas and they should be thankful for the privilege but still… Didn't justify to have some mighty tool between your legs if you didn't fucking know what to do with it to begin with. But Dante did. If the moans and confusion he drawled out of Silas that night were of any indication, he did indeed know how to use what he had. So… He decided to push a little.

Silas' legs were wrapped around his waist and hopefully his knee had had enough time to rest so, he started moving. holding Silas' legs by the back of his knees, he pushed them backwards as much as the older male's body would allow it before it getting painful. This new position allowed Dante to shift his stance and increase his pace, it was time to end round two and fulfill his last promise for the night. Knot Silas. Because oh, he would. And in this new position, all Silas could do was take it. As if it had been any different in any of the other positions Dante had put him through that night. So… He pounded away, fueled by that delicious kiss that he would let Silas get away with. For now.

"Hold on, princess. This ride is about to get really bumpy. I'm about to fuck another thick load out of you. Think I can make you cum so hard you howl?"

He teased and leaned his head down capturing Silas' lips in a kiss, full of intention and resolve, fucking the omega hard and fast, the bed starting to creak against the wooden floor.

[lionguarded]

warmth that spread across his skin in response to the kiss, the little nuzzles - the alpha acknowledging he was trying to please him. pffht. stop embarrassing yourself, dumbass. breath hitched when he pulled his head back by the hair, the pull itself causing him to gasp. not the first time his hair was pulled, but definitely the first time it did something to him. fuckin' dante had to come in & mess with everything. there was no holding back, not even if silas wanted to. he was, well & - also quite literally, truly, fucked. dante would be able to fill books with the sounds silas granted him, but no matter how hard he tried to keep his mouth shut - he couldn't, he just .. couldn't. nobody should be hearing him like this. he didn't even know he was capable of noises like this. nobody had ever wanted managed to draw any out of him.

but fuck, he couldn't even be bothered right now. afterwards, that would be a different story. he'd have to deal with the aftermath when this was over & he was left to regret every single choice of this night. it was bound to happen, wasn't it? it was so good though, sweet mother of the moon, the rough onslaught paired with the gentle touch made it impossible for the omega to concentrate on either feeling, it was a constant back & forth between yes please, don't stop & fuck, help, it's too much.

last he expected, honestly, was for dante to pull out - no warning, no nothing. he was fucking silas to the frickin' moon one moment, then he was left dripping & honestly, the look he shot the other said a lot. the sound he made, that gasp of but why? was miserable. then… he was on his back & it was only then that he realized the relief the change in positions brought him. ow. he was still chasing the other's hands with his eyes, watching his every move to understand what had happened, because … did he do something wrong? the answer didn't come in words, no, it came in the form of the his alpha's thick cock back where he'd wanted it. a shiver rocked his entire body at the sensation & he let his head fall back with a little sigh, though his eyes snapped open when dante spoke again, little nod confirming he was listening, closely even & there it was, that deep, torturous grind that made his toes curl. more? how dante thought he could take more when he already was barely keeping himself afloat he didn't know, but he didn't think he had a lot of say in the matter. "..okay."

this was bad. like this, dante would be able to see everything - he had already been an open book of sorts, but this? he wound his arms around his thighs & under his knees to hold his legs up as requested, feeling - once again, like hiding in a hole for the rest of his life. but .. at the same time he'd be able to see in return. did he want to, though? yes. no. fuck, he was beautiful. which made this all so much worse. watching his lips purse around one of his toes was so, insanely hot stupid, breath hitching when he did. he couldn't take his eyes off it, he couldn't. oh, he was in deep trouble.

[ofwings-andclaws]

Has anyone ever told Silas how lovely he looked like this? Dante wondered and casually, yet gently, pried Silas' hands away from his legs. "No, princess… Not yet. Relax. We're taking steady steps." Red eyes stared down to the omega, admiring him openly now. His princess. His prey. And he so intended to ruin and spoil Silas beyond repair… As self entitled as that goal sounded. He nibbled the male's knuckles before releasing them, resuming the roaming his hands were doing around Silas' legs while he himself just rolled his hips in grounding motions. "It's much like Present… It's for flaunting this pussy of yours that I must say… Gives a delicious nectar… And it's perfect for when I'm hungry." The last word was drawled with a growl and a very fangy grin. "You know what… We'll save that for now. I'll do the spreading your legs for you, don't worry." And true to his words, he parted them and wrapped them around his waist, lowering his torso, grabbing a handful of Silas' hair. There would be no looking away for the omega. No hiding. No denying himself.

"You can touch me if you want." He said as he started moving his hips. Not in thrusts. In strokes. Not slow enough to be torture but steady enough that Silas would definitely feel it in his notch, red eyes unwavering. Unmerciful. And he didn't hold Silas' hair for long. It was a challenge. Look away if you dare. Won't change a thing. Only one more wall for me to destroy. His eyes bore the omega into the bed as his hips continued their strokes. You've been doing so good… Very few mistakes. Don't make another one now… He challenged grinding slowly into Silas after every stroke.

[lionguarded]

"…s-sorry." he.. didn't know why, but he felt the unbearable need to apologize, felt like he owed the other at least that for making him wait. wait, what? what was happening to him? he was losing ground & fast, his ship was sinking & the only way off it was dante. why would he drown in solitude when the alternative promised the sweet, sweet rush of everything good - for as little as his dignity in return. not that he had a lot of that left, right? after.. after dante was gone, he could pick up the pieces, but now .. now he could just .. let himself… float. it felt so good to be free, the relief that washed over him - he was getting dangerously addicted to it. to him. it was so easy, it was so… it came so naturally to him.

life was complicated, exhausting .. every day a struggle, but right now he could just let go. little purr sounded in the back of his throat (oh, he would definitely deny that ever happened later) at the praise, "yes. y-" but words were cut off when the alpha gave in to silas' wish - finally & sweet goddess of the moon did he feel that one. the first thrust was apparently going to be the hardest to take every time & shit, he was loud, but he had his hands in the sheets still, hadn't moved a muscle since dante told him to present, so there was nothing he could do other than letting it all flow. well, he did try keeping it down… somewhat, but he did have limited options & dante seemed quite determined to make him a whimpering mess, which…he was doing really well at.

he… didn't dare moving his arms to touch the alpha's as they wrapped around him, but the gesture alone made his heart skip a handful of beats. "fuck, fuck, ffff-" fuuuck, he was relentless, their former coupling almost feeling tame compared to this. he couldn't stop himself from cursing, couldn't stop the moans - nor the ridiculous little whimpers noises he made when the alpha hit that sweet, sweet, beautiful bundle of nerves with one thrust after another. dear mother of the forest, save my soul, he was panting, barely able to catch his breath between moans, groans & noises of pain, pleasure, desperation, bliss he himself couldn't identify - nor did he want to. he was, once again, falling apart in the other's arms, which .. seemed to become a thing between them now. "i- ah… i… nnh." words were difficult. he did.. though, break stance, bringing one of his arms up to rest upon dante's - again, it was … comfort he found in that, a connection, as simple as that gesture was, he felt closer to him that way.

his body was .. he was struggling with the onslaught - but in the best way. "alpha." yours. yours. yours. yours. he couldn't ..form the words he wanted, couldn't will his lips to form the letters.. he was at his the alpha's mercy.

[ofwings-andclaws]

The apology was such a nice touch… Dante found himself purring in approval at that display and placing kisses on Silas' neck he whispered into the omega's ear. "You're forgiven, my princess." He even tugged Silas' hair to tilt his head back so he could lick along his neck. I licked. It's nine now. He couldn't help the childish thought and had to keep himself from snorting at that.

How blissfully lost in pleasure would he have to get Silas to purr like that again? The whimpers and moans were just as much of a treat. Mother Nature how he loved it when they were vocal. Sure… A little whining could get boring after a while but nothing he couldn't solve by choking them on his cock. Silas wouldn't need that apparently. But still… Dante did intend to watch him struggle to swallow him at times.

Which… Reminded him…

Beautiful as that stance was… The older omega would probably have issues later if he kept him in that stance for long… Still… He couldn't help it… Holding Silas against his body as he fucked into him so relentlessly. He acknowledged you as his alpha. Be considerate and care for him. A voice chastised him after he's had his fun. The second and third rounds of a night were always a challenge. And other was a double edged sword. He'd take forever to cum again. So yeah… Silas' knee would be in danger. So… Instead… He pulled out and, so very not graciously, pushed his upper body to the bed just so he could flip him on his back.

And pull him close by the thigh, stretching both the omega's legs on his chest to take the strain off of Silas' knee… Although he also used the opportunity to slide his cock back inside the omega. Keeping him impaled as he got the blood flowing again on Silas' legs, although he didn't make a big deal out of it. He was just giving him a break.

"Take a moment to catch your breath, princess. I'll teach you the 'Lay back. Hold your legs up'. As you can definitely feel…" He ground his hips just for effect. "This angle allows you to take me all much more swiftly… And probably less painfully… If prepared right. The assault on your pussy is much more violent though… Leaves you all vulnerable and ready for the taken…" No… He didn't need to lick Silas' foot and suck a toe while commenting… But he felt like it. And so he did.

[lionguarded]

he knew something was wrong almost immediately. he could feel the air shift around them, felt a cold touch his soul like nothing he'd ever felt before. then came the silence. it froze the blood in his veins. eyes searched for the other's, almost frantically, as the alpha moved around him, his words daggers in his sides. hadn't he done everything he asked? why was he stopping? what did he want now? mother nature give me strength so i don't take a life tonight. he didn't speak, he didn't move - he just sat there, still in that same position dante wanted him in & observed. it was unnerving, it pulled on his very soul - the wait was unbearable.

then he spoke again & silas felt himself release a long, relieved breath. "yeah… yes." fuckin' hell, why do i even care? how couldn't he? when that sweet, sweet weight rested against his ass again, he knew what it meant - knew he was so so close to getting what he wanted. he.. worried how it would feel this time, when he was still sore from before, but he honestly didn't find it in him to care. he held his breath again, in anticipation this time - his body tense, arched the way he'd asked for - at least.. he tried to not to move. it was strangely comfortable by now.

silas tried… he really did try to stay like this, but when the alpha's thick cock pushed its way inside of him again, this time slower - so much slower. so slow he had time to actually feel him deeper & deeper with every inch buried inside him. it was… it felt.. sweet torture, yeah. he wanted to scream, but at the same time he had never felt better before. lips parted a little more with every inch stretching his hole, his eyes closed & brows pulled together - his face a symphony of bliss, it couldn't be described any other way that did it justice & the sounds.. oh, he was long past the point of holding back, too drunk on pleasure & with the safety of walls around him, there was no shortage of gasps & moans, all drawn out for dante was taking his time, too.

voice caught in his throat, he .. awaited the first thrust - that first peak of pleasure that came with the quick snap of the alpha's hips. but he didn't. throat dry when dante spoke, he let his eyes flutter open again, turning his head back to look over his shoulder at the other this time around. "what?" hadn't he… said he would be? hadn't he given him everything? he could feel the warmth of his arms around him, wanted nothing more than for those to wrap around him, hold him. answer. it dawned on him, how could he forget? he should've known, dante had been clear about it. "yes, ....alpha. yes."

[ofwings-andclaws]

Took him long enough… How does it feel… To fight against one's very nature? To fight fang and claw against the very submission and instincts of baring one's throat that Mother Nature had written in her omegas? Didn't it get tiring? Wouldn't it be so much easier to just… Roll over and bare his throat and belly for an alpha… More specifically… This very alpha… That was taking time to burn the illusions he had. Underneath all that strenght… He was still… An omega. And… A very fine one at that. Why deny it then?

Oh well…

"Good. Good. Then I will reward you accordingly. What kind of alpha would I be if I didn't take good care of my princess, Right?" And so Silas had got his wish because Dante then pulled out and pushed in at once. A hard, swift thrust. Harder than the one back by the tree because now he had leverage. And he had Silas at the perfect stance to take it.

Arms wrapped around him in a firm embrace. One arm by his chest, teasing and pinching a nipple… While the other held him in place by the hips. And so Dante went to town.

Or rather…

Took Silas to pound town.

His pace was steady but did not ease, with every thrust pointed by the noise of his balls slapping against that ass. Pointed by a growl. Their combined noises of moans and whimpers and growls and purrs and smacks filling the room like a symphony.

Mine. Yours. Mine. Yours. Mine. Yours… And Dante wouldn't let Silas forget him with the way he moved his hips to keep on assaulting his probably already oversensitive notch spot. Over. And over. And over again.

[lionguarded]

he was losing grip again fast, like he was sliding down a cliff into thick, dark fog & down there the only thing that he felt, heard & smelled was alpha. he grappled & fought, trying to keep himself afloat, away from the fog, but it was encroaching nonetheless, its hands reaching for him with certain demise on its fingertips. the teasing surely beat the alternative silas had expected - which was a quick, merciless coupling & more regrets forming inside silas' gut. but again he'd been outplayed, surprised & baffled. he was so far out of his comfort zone, it was insane & he honestly couldn't say why he did this to himself. nothing he did tonight was reasonable. it wasn't like him.

dante was not helping his peace of mind, giving him touch, but not enough, giving him attention, but not enough. lost in thought & pleasure-seeking, he did jolt though at the first touch of his neck, which had never been a good thing back home, but the alpha's voice calmed him almost instantly. eyes closed, but lips parted in soft gasps - his words cut deep as always, stroking something inside silas' mind he didn't know he had, but clearly the compliments made his cock throb like nothing else could.

if he had been in his right mind, he would've told dante he was too late - that silas had been gifted to another person, like he was piece of furniture, branded & marked as property of a tyrant for all eternity, but they weren't friends & dante couldn't actually mean any of this. he was playing with him, ….right? right? he had to be.

hearing his name made it all feel so much more real, he all but moaned breathlessly & dante's fingers weren't helping, really. golden once again came to find crimson, brows furrowed & his lips worked around a bunch of noises & stuttered breaths. "i…" no, no, no, no. don't. stop it. don't. but his body had already left the building of denial, it was still very determinedly trying to chase those fingers. he'd .. somewhat got used to the position, the way it pulled on the muscles in his thighs & back, though he still felt oh so vulnerable, but assumed that was the point. "i …" little nod, "i will.... i'll behave." tonight. just tonight.

[ofwings-andclaws]

The grip around his throat eased and Dante let go. For now. Still… Something was missing about that reply. It was good. But didn't placate him. Silas was still holding back, it seemed. And while he didn't mind diligently burning every wall and attempt at resistance he could find, he would take no half assed responses to his questions. Silence followed Silas' answer for a few minutes, Dante stopped fingering him and touching him altogether. "Oh, Silas… Sweet princess of mine…" He said letting a bit of disappointment coat his voice, moving so he was standing behind Silas and just… Let his claws draw idly along the lines of the omega's back, just letting himself enjoy the sight and then slapping his cock against Silas' entrance and rubbing slowly. Keeping the silence and the pacing almost as if he was weighting the words the omega had given them, almost as if he had found them lacking.

"You're lucky I'm a patient alpha… So we shall try again, okay?" He said finally, holding his cock against Silas entrance and pushing. Slowly. Nothing near the initial impaling he forced on the omega just a while ago but still he entered with a constantly slow pace so Silas could feel every. Single. Inch. Stretching him in the most delicious way. Until Dante had bottomed out. The bed putting the omega at the perfect height to be taken from behind like that.

"Are you going to be my good little omega, Silas?" He repeated. He didn't want promises of good behavior. He wanted compliance. He wanted two words. And Silas hadn't given him. Yes, Alpha. He moved his hips slowly, like a little torture, his cock the only thing touching Silas. His hands did move forward to hold his front. To embrace him. But there wasn't much skin to skin contact happening since Dante was merely trailing the omega's sides with his claws. "Answer."

[lionguarded]

dear mother nature, what is this weakness inside me? how do i stop?

silas waited, shivering ever so slightly - in anticipation, of course. he couldn't believe he was hard again, but there it was, he could see it between his legs & the sight was unnerving. really? did it have to be fuckin' dante his cock decided to come to life for? would this happen more often now? sure as fuck hope not. it was humiliating to react like this just because of a heated kiss & some teasing, but dante had been hard as well.. ugh, fuck, what did that mean?

he could hear him, first the door - then those heavy boots on the wooden floor. every step resonated with a quick breath intake on his side & then he was finally there. his heart fluttered, like he was happy to see him, which obviously wasn't the case. clearly. pffht. expecting a quick fuck, silas braced himself, his thighs tense & fingers curled into the sheets, which reminded him that this was his bed. he slept here, it was his safe space, his… private….his home. he'd let him into his home & hadn't even thought about it. there was another bed in the other room, but.. for some reason his feet carried him here.

of course he was watching, the gesture of dante - bringing his clothes in… again, why?. he didn't have to, yet he did. it was ..kind. it brought a little smile to his face. as did seeing him undress. that he didn't expect. had he earned a sight, was that it? lucky him. silas .. was watching .. closely. dante was undressing ever so slowly, he knew silas was watching every inch of fabric vanishing & well, it was only fair if dante did the same. right? they were even now. that said, he knew dante was handsome - he'd never denied it, but he also didn't exactly care about the alpha's looks prior to today. it wasn't like his stupidly good looks in combination to his stupidly archaic personality had been the reason he hated the guy in the first place, no. he was still…. observing, yes. let his eyes roam the alpha's body, over his toned chest & down his thighs. "fuck." under his breath, in the softest of voices. no, he was not admiring the view.

it was like he'd finally drawn attention to himself with that, which he instantly regretted. there was that alpha again, that tone that made him feel like he was lacking, like he wasn't good enough. ugh. "great, thanks." silas growled, but he didn't fight the alpha's touch. he gave zero shits about what the alpha wanted, just knowing he was thinking about possibly letting his frustration out on …him .. fuck him, fuck that. no, not with him. he wasn't a fricken' piece of meat, even if he had offered himself like exactly that just now. damnit. dante pulled him up, forced him to spread his legs wider, pushed at him, nudged & …praised, which had a warmth erupt from his core, comfortable & sweet. for a split second he felt proud the alpha was happy with what he saw.

what?

…. no fuckin' way. silas did this to get off, he didn't care what dante liked. no. all that, mine talk did have him frown despite the.. the… oh mother moon, he really was doing it. "pffht." came a little snort & it was so hard to do, too, because his hole definitely was sensitive & this time it wasn't the gloves, which was a new sensation entirely. he was dripping, part cum, part slick & that knowledge didn't help. toes curled & fingers sank into the sheets as soft noises fell from his lips. dante would be able to see the muscles on silas' back work, same with his thighs & jaw, his body starting a little back & forth towards dante's finger, but not leaving stance.

[ofwings-andclaws]

Some omegas tried so hard to deny what they were… He couldn't really blame them. And he didn't. But it certainly made for a funnier time when breaking them. Not necessarily for sticking his cock in their wet holes and having them stuck on his knot for a couple of hours. But for playing with their minds. Reminding them that no matter how strong willed they were… Mother wolf still made them with a set of very special buttons to push. And did Dante enjoyed finding them. And omegas like Silas… Gruffy, grumpy, rough exterior… The challenge always provided a lot of entertainment. And would you look at that… Silas let himself be moved to Dante's touch. And while… Sure he didn't have that lovely perky arch that most eager young omegas did when presenting… But then again… He had his own brand of alluring. Dante would teach him a new trick or two. Alpha's got you… He repeated again in his mind. He liked the strength in the lines of the muscles in Silas' back. Definitely the result of years of diligent training that bearing pups definitely didn't leave longing lasting effecs. This one bear the strong… Definitely… … … … Lycaon damn him he was not picturing Silas carrying his child. No. Silas was to be trained and molded into the perfect omega for Dante and Dante alone. And that was it.

He resumed teasing Silas' hole with newfound dedication and diligence, trailing the rim muscles, not introducing his fingers yet. But definitely growling in approval and appreciation at the moving of the omega's hips without breaking stance. That was commendable. And who was he to deny praise to a good omega?

One hand wrapped around Silas' neck, grazing fangs along the shell of the omega's ear as his purring never stopped. "Now there's a good omega. Quick to learn… Quick to adapt… Lots of potential. It's a shame no one claimed you for themselves… Yet." But he definitely intended to change that. "Are you going to be my good little omega, Silas?" And then a nip to the neck followed the question. Silas could probably count on the fingers of his hands how many times Dante had referred to him by name. And being in such vulnerable position… What answer was he capable of muster? "Take pleasure in my cock… My knot… My seed… My touch." Two fingers entered the abused hole, doing their own back and forth slowly with a little scissoring. Definitely preparing him for the next step.