Lone Wolf Assassin MaleOmega!Reader x Feral Alpha Cleric: Part 1
CWs: omegaverse, male omega reader who is also a pervert and a voyeur, reader has a dick, eventual mpreg (vote for specifics at the end!), mutual masturbation, frotting, scent kink, fantasy setting, fantasy violence/darker themes later on. reader is a bit rude but justifiably so, nesting-ish.
Omegas typically don’t have very sharp fangs.
You stood in front of a mirror, mouth open wide as you ran the metal file across your canines. A cacophony of noise roared below you, the tavern growing livelier with every passing hour; patrons cheering, bows pulling along the strings of violins, and glass mugs clanking together all melted into a chaotic symphony.
Years ago, you yearned to be part of the revelry, to dance and drink among others without caring about your natural instincts. Yet with age came wisdom, and while the attention seemed like a nice idea, you had long learned being surrounded by so many scents would be nauseating.
The crowd below roared, and the music grew louder; a feeble attempt to drown out the sounds of a brawl breaking out.
Being an omega, that alone wasn’t an issue. An omega traveling without a pack however, was viewed much differently.
No one would sell you alone a weapon. They’d sell it to you if an alpha was breathing down your neck, but not to you alone. Hell, some cities wouldn’t even let omegas walk the street alone at night, no matter how well-armed they were. Even in the more relaxed cities you encountered on your travels, you knew no one would take you seriously if they realized your disposition.
That, and the whole Disease causing only omegas to go feral in the middle of the night. That was also a bit concerning.
So, you sharpened your teeth, and prayed the city guardsmen didn’t look at you too closely. They never did, but that never made the experience less nerve-wracking.
You stared back at your reflection, the mirror cloudy with a single crack on the side; its age starting to show. You opened your mouth wide, surveying your work.
That’ll do, you thought.
A stranger burst through the door, face bloodied and bruised as the noise swelled.
You recoiled, dropping the metal file and quickly grabbing the dagger off your belt. “Who the hell are you?”
The man was taller, with amber-colored skin, messy black hair down to his chin, and a thin beard on his face. He wore some type of robes and a hood, perhaps those of a priest or healer. At one point they might’ve been white. Now, they were discolored and weathered with time. He smelled strongly of tobacco; so much so you couldn’t discern if the scent came from his pheromones, or if he was just a heavy smoker.
One thing was immediately obvious; he was an alpha. Free to wander the world alone, and partake in all it had to offer.
The man let out a sigh, holding his hands up; a weak sign of surrender. “Just… give me a second,” he mumbled before walking further into the room, setting down a bag onto the bed.
Your bed. The one you had paid for, every single time you returned from a job.
You stood right in front of the bed, blocking his access to the bag he had so haphazardly set down. “I don’t care if you’re bleeding. Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my room?”
He sighed, the bleeding gash across his face appearing like nothing more than a minor inconvenience. “Lady out front told me they were outta rooms, said I could spend the night here. Said the person in here might need an extra hand with a job anyways.”
…what?
You scowled, saying nothing before sheathing your dagger and walking out the room, slamming the door behind you.
You couldn’t help but be enraged; not just the man in your room, but the innkeeper too.
Who does she think he is? We had a deal. I’ve worked hundreds of jobs damn well on my own, why would she think-
As you walked towards the stairs, the putrid scent of dozens of different pheromones flooded your nostrils, all sorts of scents blending together.
Fuck.
A wave of nausea hit you instantly, far more intense than usual. Typically, you could manage a trip downstairs despite the nighttime crowds, carefully weaving between patrons to avoid the most intense scents. Now, taking another step seemed impossible; the heightened sense of smell could only mean one thing.
Your heat was approaching.
No, no, no. I’m not dealing with this right now. No. Fuck this. Begrudgingly, you turned around and headed back to your room, defeated by your own biology.
You stormed inside, only to find the stranger’s bag was still on your bed. While blood still stained his face, the wound had already disappeared in the short time you were gone.
He looked over at you, a slight smile on his face. “Someone’s not happy.”
You frowned, his cocky attitude the last thing you wanted to deal with right now.
If he could fix that so quickly, then this should be fine.
You walked back up to him, balled up your fist, and struck him across the face.
The force of your blow staggered him back, the man wincing in pain as he held onto the bed-frame bannister for support. He slowly pulled his hand away, revealing a small trickle of blood leaking from his nose as he stared back at you in shock.
You wasted no time. “I don’t know who you think you are, but you can find someone else’s room to take over, because I am not-”
He wiped the blood away from his nose, his face making it clear you had broken it. He held his hands along each side of his nose, and with one swift crack, he shifted the bones back into place, letting out little more than a grunt.
…oh, shit. It was near impossible to hide your surprise.
He took a moment to catch his breath. “Alright, fine…I’ll cut the shit. Old lady downstairs has a new job for you up North she said, and with all this talk of a Disease going around just in omegas-”
You held your hand up to stop him, hoping he didn’t notice how much it was shaking. “Shut up.” You turned around, checking to make sure the door behind you was shut and locked. “She told you?”
“Yep.”
Your heart sank. For years, nearly a decade, the old innkeeper had helped you. She had supplied you with expensive suppressant spells, helped you conceal your status when your pack cast you out, helped you get a job (albeit a dangerous one), and most importantly, helped you learn to trust again after your entire world fell apart.
…Why? Why would she do this to me?
Denial was far easier than acceptance. “No, she…she wouldn’t do that. Please don’t tell anyone. Please, I’m sorry I hit you, I’m sorry I-”
“I’m not gonna’ tell nobody,” he spat, letting out an annoyed sigh. “Just, relax, alright? And don’t hit me again.”
“How can I? How can I relax when-”
“Our situations aren’t all that different, alright? Neither of us have a pack, you’re an omega, and I’ve got the Disease-”
You paused. “Wait, wait, stop. Stop. If you’ve got the Disease, then you’re also an omega?”
“No. But it was all the same symptoms, least from what I had heard. Suppose I’m one of a kind.”
The stories you had heard in passing sounded terrifying; omegas going feral, as if their Beastblood had overtaken them. They’d mindlessly attack everyone who wasn’t their mate or children, even other members of their pack. Their fangs would grow, their bodies shifting and contorting to take the form of a werewolf, before going on a chaotic killing spree.
In some stories you had heard, they’d attack anyone.
“…so you’re an alpha, then?”
He nodded. “That’s right.”
…he must be able to smell me. If I’m this close to my heat, he has to know.
Your worries were soon quelled as he continued. “But ever since I had my…outburst, I suppose we’ll call it, my sense of smell has been all fucked up. I can’t smell anything, at least not like how I used to.”
Oh. Well that’s convenient.
You slowly nodded your head, hoping he didn’t notice how relieved you were. “I see. I…I’m sorry about that. How could you have gotten the Disease, if you aren’t an omega?” No matter how convenient it was for you, losing their sense of smell might as well have been like losing a limb for someone with Beastblood.
He shrugged, “great question. No one knows. But, the lady downstairs says she knows someone who could help. Or at least, help me get my sense of smell back.”
“Really?” You hadn’t heard of any type of cure.
He nodded. “They say there’s a man up North studying it. He claims to be an omega who once had it. Course, all his studies are done under observation; everyone’s worried about when he’ll snap. But the lady downstairs got me in contact with him.”
North- where your job was. You still didn’t know what this job was, or even if it really existed, only hearing about it from this stranger.
You let out a sigh. “Let me get this straight. The lady downstairs has a job for me up North, but they’re incredibly strict about omegas coming and going because of the Disease going around.”
“Yep.”
“And you need to go up North because you have that Disease, despite being an alpha.”
“Mmhmm.”
He was meant to accompany you. You let out a groan; you didn’t need a chaperone. You looked him up and down. You had killed men far larger than him before, time after time. If anything, he’d get in the way.
He easily sensed your frustration. “Look, all either of us need to do is get to the city, get out, then we go our separate ways. I get it, you usually work alone, or whatever.”
“And what does you need me for?” You asked, still skeptical. “What do you get out of this?”
“Protection.”
You let out a laugh. No sane alpha would willingly recruit an omega to be their protector. When his expression stayed the same, you realized he wasn’t joking. “…you’re serious?”
He nodded. “I’m told you’re good with a bow. I can defend myself, but it’s a long trip. I figure we can help each other.”
“Oh yeah?” You scoffed, “and what do you do?”
“I’m a healer,” he answered plainly. “Figured that was obvious from,” he vaguely gestured to his face, his earlier wounds gone. “You know.”
…that does make sense. But if the Disease makes omegas go feral, then how the Hell does it affect him? That gash must’ve come from somewhere…
“So…the Disease,” you hummed as you started to pace around the room. “What does it do to you, outside of your sense of smell being gone? Are you going feral?”
He let out an awkward laugh, “of course not.”
“Does it have anything to do with what happened earlier?”
The man was quiet, looking towards the door. “Uh…no. That’s different.”
“You’re a terrible liar,” you spat. “How do I know that you aren’t going to kill me in my sleep?! Hell, how do I know you’re not going to give it to me?”
“I can’t. At least, that’s what I’ve found in my own research. No one knows how it spreads-”
“Lovely,” you scoffed. “I get a chaperone, and you get a test subject,” you rolled your eyes.
“We know how it doesn’t spread through the air, and so far, no infected omega has given it to their mates, so that rules a few other things out. Could be blood, could be some curse from the Gods, could be some sort of insect, who knows? But I can confidently say traveling with me doesn’t carry any risk of infection. You have my word.”
You folded your arms, still unsatisfied with his answer. “You never told me your plan for not mauling me in my sleep.”
“That…” he sighed. “Earlier, down there, that wasn’t related to the Disease.”
“What was it, then?”
“Just me being an asshole.”
Unfortunately, he got a smile out of you, but it didn’t last long. “Still. If you go-”
“Then you’re capable of killing me. Least, that’s what the old lady says. Obviously it’s not ideal, but…But nothing close to that has happened. I didn’t even think alphas could get the Disease, so maybe it affects us differently.”
You weren’t willing to trust him so easily, crossing your arms. “Hmph. Is there really no other room available? Do you have to be here?”
“I can check, but…”
You grabbed his bag and set it on the wooden floor. You could’ve been much meaner, but managed to show restraint. “I paid for the room, so I get the bed.” You began rearranging the pillows and blankets to form a nest out of habit.
Wait. I can’t let him know I’m approaching my heat.
He didn’t seem to notice, paying you no mind as he walked towards the side of the bed, laying down and using the bag as a pillow. “Fair enough.”
You nodded your head, hiding your relief. “Good. Now I’m going to bed. Try not to kill me in your sleep.”
He smiled, “no promises.”
Ugh.
———————
As the night progressed, so did your impending heat.
Even in the early stages, you could feel tiny amounts of slick between your legs. You pulled the blanket over you, hoping your new companion to the right of you wouldn’t see.
Yet even if he couldn’t smell you…you could smell him.
It was a biological instinct, a desire you had no way of turning off. He had taken off the tobacco-scented robes, revealing a scent unlike any you had ever encountered; sweet, yet smoky, like caramel left for too long on a stove.
You kept your body turned away from him, clutching one of the many pillows in an attempt to keep yourself distracted.
No matter how long you shut your eyes, you just couldn’t fall asleep.
Ever so slowly, you turned towards him, watching him sleep beside the bed. He had taken off the mages robes he had worn initially, the clothing underneath a lightweight tunic and pants.
You watched as his chest rose and fell, a peaceful look on his face as he slept.
…he is nice to look at.
You looked him up and down, and you quickly wished you hadn’t, feeling your cock grow hard between your legs.
Strained against the cotton fabric of the man’s pants was the outline of his hard cock, fully erect. Even if the man’s mind wasn’t aware of your heat, his body knew exactly what was going on.
You stared at it for longer than you’d care to admit.
He’s asleep. Maybe if I just…maybe if I cum, I’ll be able to fall asleep. Just to clear my head.
You ensured your body was fully obscured by the blanket, beads of sweat rolling down your body. Your hand trailed down, and you slipped your pants down just far enough for your cock to spring free, precum staining the blanket.
Shit.
You continued, stroking yourself back and forth, biting your lip to hide ragged breaths.
You looked back at him, your mouth watering. If circumstances were different, then maybe…
No. You were approaching your heat. Hooking up with a stranger right now would be more than just foolish; it’d be downright idiotic.
You gripped your cock tighter, stroking even faster as more precum beaded at the tip. His robes were within your reach, surely they would contain more of his scent.
You turned onto your side, facing him as you practically fucked your own hand. The smell only brought you closer and closer to release, and it soon felt as if your body had overtaken your mind.
You grabbed the robes from off the floor, shoving your face into them and inhaling deeply. The scent was almost enough to bring you to orgasm, your face growing hot as the smell of his pheromones and sweat flooded your mind.
It didn’t matter that you had just met this man. It didn’t matter that he was right beside you. In that moment, you were nothing more than a helpless animal, desperate for release.
Yet all it took was a single creak of the floorboards to take you out of your fantasies. You gasped, dropping the robes onto the floor, frozen.
There, the man whose name you hadn’t even learned yet, was staring back at you.
You quickly moved to cover yourself.
It’s dark, maybe he didn’t-
“Don’t let me stop you,” said the man, his voice low. “Go on.”
The command sent a shiver down your spine, rendering you speechless. “I…” you stuttered, sweat forming at your brow. Never before had you felt so embarrassed.
“Would you rather I be offended?” The alpha asked with a smile, sitting up straighter. “Because I can be.”
I’m supposed to travel with this man tomorrow. And now he’s seen me pleasuring myself to him.
“I…” you trailed off. There was no hiding it. You weren’t just pleasuring yourself, you were pleasuring yourself to him.
“I understand you paid for this room. That the circumstances are far from ideal. But…” he rested his arms on the side of the bed, “you seem like you could use some company.”
His body knows I’m in heat. But he doesn’t. So long as things don’t go too far…
Before you could give it anymore thought, you nodded your head.
He stood up, walking to your bedside and slipping in beside you. Even if he didn’t touch you, you could feel his warmth beside you.
The stranger let out a sigh that turned to a moan. You turned around, and there he was, flat on his back, stroking himself off. You were mesmerized by the sight of his cock, eyes tracing each vein as you watched his hand move back and forth.
“I thought I was dreaming,” he rasped. “Waking up to see someone jacking off to my clothes. You looked so desperate.”
Hesitantly, you started to touch yourself once more, mimicking his movements. “I don’t sleep with strangers,” you blurted out.
“Never said anything about that,” he smiled. “We’re just…blowing off steam before the trip ahead. That’s all.”
You nodded, unconsciously moving closer to him. You rested your head against his shoulder, the smell once again sending your mind in a haze. His cock left you in a trance, your hole wet with slick.
No. Just this. Just this, then I go to bed, and we never speak of it again.
Your breaths were in sync, moaning as you both pleasured yourselves. You bucked your hips back and forth, so lost in pleasure you didn’t realize how close you were to him, his beard scratching against your face.
He too turned onto his side, facing you. His cock was nearly touching yours. His hand snaked downward, grabbing your cock and pressing it against his own. He wrapped his hand around both cocks, thrusting forward.
You couldn’t help yourself, leaning into kiss him as he fucked against your cock, his balls pressing against you. His hands moved towards your back, grabbing your ass and pulling you closer.
Please don’t touch there, I won’t be able to handle it, you thought.
Yet he respected your wishes, your hole untouched as each other’s precum glided against both of your cocks. His tongue pushed against yours, both of you muffling the other’s moans as you embraced.
Your hole ached, you wanted nothing more to be filled. You felt yourself getting close, and when you looked down, you saw the alpha’s knot begin to swell.
Just the mere sight of it was enough to bring you to the edge before you came. He pulled away, stroking himself quickly before joining you, each of you painting the other’s cock with your cum.
You pulled apart from each other. You knew the relief would only be temporary, but it was welcomed nonetheless. That was at least, until you came to your senses.
“I…” the man sputtered between breaths. “I suppose I should tell you my name. Since we’ll be spending so much time together.”
Right. Fuck.
Part 2
i dont know what's gotten into me lately but I love writing readers who are just a little bit of assholes. its fun.
but yeah uhhhh ive been thinking abt high fantasy omegaverse for a bit now, esp after this oneshot, so i got an idea and decided to run with it! plus, this gives me a break from characters that started on this blog, then became my main project, because boy i am I. a little burnt out as i approach the end of the first draft. so something with new(ish) characters could be cool
there WILL be mpreg . like im going in with mpreg in mind. so theres also that. in my other stories, i kinda tried to shoehorn that plotline in and they fell apart, but here i have a PLAN so im feeling GOOD
but yea :D thanks for reading! also vote on this im indecisive. Like I know I already said hole but I didn’t say WHICH hole there could be a bonus hole who knows the world is our oyester . But yeah! THANK U FOR READING
What flavor of omegaverse are we feeling
Omega males have both
Omega males have only dicks (maybe a cloaca to avoid butthole baby)
Secret body horror third option (reader has both, but only sometimes)
