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Day 3: Heat/Rut, Original Alpha Characters/Omega Reader. Arranged mate/marriage, Regency, Breeding, Blood, this one's kind of sad.
It was going to be a long heat, it had been multiple months since you got officially mated, and since that evening, you and your alpha had barely spoken. You overheard him talking to one of your maids the other day about making sure you’re in your separate room.
Your body was already showing signs of pre-heat, and everything is feeling heavy and sensitive. The pillows are never quite in the spot you wanted them to be, and the smell was just wrong.
You could hear the guards outside the door talking about your husband, how he had dinner with the king tonight, as he would be away for the next few days. They seemed so loud, even though the door was closed.
You pushed your head down into the blankets, trying not to start crying in frustration. Married life wasn't what you thought it would be, your insides ached. You so desperately wanted to be in love. You thought once you got married to your betrothed, you'd both become intertwined, bound like soulmates. You spent most nights alone in the manor, watching guards and maids work, not allowed to help or do really anything.
Now you were going into heat all alone, in pain, dreaming of the life you were meant to have.
You pulled the blankets of your nest around, ignoring the tears running down your face and the way your skin crawled. You squeezed your eyes closed, trying to will yourself to sleep, but your body was having none of it. You let out an irritated and long whine.
Your ears perked at the sound of the door creaking open slowly, you didn’t look up, assuming it was a maid to bring you a hot compress. Everything ached so much harder.
“How are you feeling?” The voice that rang out behind you wasn’t a maid of yours or your omega's companion. You sat up quickly, coming face to face with your alpha who towered over the bed where you lay.
His hand brushed a loose piece of hair away from your face. His harsh look didn’t even falter even when nearly nose to nose with you. You looked away, insides set ablaze by the scent and the stare. “I’m okay,” you cleared your throat, this was the first time he had spoken to you in weeks, “How was dinner with the king?” you asked solemnly.
“It went well,” He said, unmoving, “You’re not in full heat yet?”
It was said less like a question and more like a statement of fact. Your jaw clicked, “I’m fully in heat.” Your words weren't harsh or even frustrated, just truthful.
He stood there for a moment, “Oh,” was all he managed, before sitting on the very edge of the bed, inspecting you from afar. “You seem calm,” he spoke like he was in pain. His hand reaching out towards you.
Your eyes grew wide when his hand landed on your face, thumb wiping at the tear tracks that stained your cheeks. “Does it hurt?” his airy voice was shaking.
You shook your head quickly in his hand, a new set of tears forming. His scent was so overwhelming, it coated the inside of your lungs and clung to your wet skin.
He moved his hand off of you instantly, getting up and away from where you sat crying, he paced near the foot of the bed, “I’m so sorry,” he took a deep breath, “I can leave you alone.”
The words left before you could control them, “please don’t, please don’t leave me all alone again,” you sobbed, hands reaching out for him, “I need you.”
He was slow to sit back down on the bed, hesitating to touch you, but when you didn’t flinch, his arms wrapped around you. He said nothing, just spent what felt like forever and only seconds at the same time, petting your hair.
“Please, Alpha,” you whined when you found your voice, “please help me.”
He took a deep breath in and shifted you both so you were more on the bed. He pulled at the buttons on the extremely loose nightshirt you wore as a dress off slowly. Face landing on your neck, “I promise I’ll be gentle with you.”
Your body was grinding down on him on its own, the fog of want and need finally taking over at the realization that your alpha was going to knot you.
His hands found your sides, slowing you down, a soft growl of need leaving you. He pulled you off him for a moment anyway, undoing his pants before moving back towards you. His hands tender against your burning, sensitive skin. It felt like heaven when his fingers grazed over your sweet spot, so light they were barely a whisper on you, yet your body jerked up to them.
It didn’t take long for you to cement your legs around his lower back, pulling him in closer, wanting, and needing him to fill you completely. Hips rocking back and forth the moment his tip hit your entrance. He leaned forward, letting out a moan as well, “You feel so good.” The need was practically radiating off of you both.
“More, please, alpha!” you begged as he pushed deeper. “Want you to knot me,” it was utterly obscene, the noises you were making. If it didn’t feel so good and your mind was working, you might have had the heart to be embarrassed by your words. You felt so warm and so full. But you needed more. “Please, please knot me,”
He was going at an inhuman pace, cursing under his breath as he tried to keep some semblance of control over himself, fangs tracing over your mate mark like he was going to bite you all over again. Moon Goddess, you wanted him to so badly.
Everything was starting to feel tight, and an overwhelming need was forming quicker than you could think to say something. You could feel the knot starting to form at the base of his cock, you needed it in you.
It wasn’t long before you were slammed all the way down onto it, your body quivering in pleasure, as his teeth sank back into your mating bite with a deep possessive growl, still being filled with cum.
You both were breathing in unison. He pulled back to look at you, mouth dripping blood, eyes hazed over. Your own eyes fluttered shut for a moment, opening and closing multiple times. The rest of the night had been a heated blur.
The next morning, though, you were curled up in the blankets alone. At the end of the bed, he sat, staring down at his bloody hands, a shameful look on his face.
Please let me know if you want more of this, kind of love this pairing
i just really want a dumb service top knight who's eager to please
I want to coo down at him that they're being so good for me, but they need to make me cum before they're allowed to. Serving and pleasing their prince is a knight's raison d'être, after all.
