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It’s been ages since he’s felt this way; Honestly, if he weren’t still clinging to his humanity and all his knowledge of how his home was when he’d left, he would have totally ignored this outright.
But that scent...he knew and could recall it from anywhere. There was a human somewhere on the isles that was nearing heat.
Witches didn’t have such...methods of procreation, so in the end Belos could only assume it was a human he could sense. Oddly enough, he sensed it heavier and heavier as the days went on.
It wasn’t until the coven meeting discussing Latissa imports that he could pinpoint just where it was coming from.
He sits at the head of the table, the golden guard to his left and Kikimora to his right. Kikimora was busy writing down notes as per his request, while the golden guard sorted through his reports of the sea trades and how they affected scout posts - truly, some of the most boring reports Belos would have to hear, but it was necessary if they were to all come together and decide the best way to bring in shipments from off the isles.
Head in his hand, he listens on as the leader of the plant coven drones about how foreign plant matter may prove deadly in unskilled hands. Really, one would think they’d all written a thousand pages with how each of the coven heads go on about their own kind of witchcraft.
The scent hits him, then. It was musty, in an old pine sort of way, with just a bit of cinnamon, if he had the chance to really explain it.
He sits up straight slowly, so as not to arouse suspicion of his movements; he didn’t want the old hag to pause for him, as he wanted this meeting to close sooner than later.
Sniffing discreetly, he turns to glance at each coven head. He hated every single one of them, but they were useful witches. If one of them were harboring a human fugitive...he’d know.
Turning his attention to his faithful guard, he pauses.
Oh...
Well...
He’d never had a grimwalker that took on a human caste before.
He must have been lost in the thought of the smell and what it might entail, as the golden guard casts their gaze his way, mask tilted up to see him properly. “My emperor?” he whispers.
Something in that whisper sends chills through Belos’ spine; perhaps it was his alpha instinct coming alive after so long, but just hearing his guard and smelling them so close...
He clears his throat, taking his gaze from the grimwalker. The rest of the room grows silent, and he is painfully aware of the growing erection he may or may not be sporting.
“We will continue this meeting at a later time; it is late.” He says to them in answer.
The other coven heads bow politely before gathering their items. To his right, he can see Kikimora squint suspiciously at his grimwalker, and Belos, despite himself, feels a growl lodge in his throat; Inaudible, yes, but he was not in the mood to deal with Kikimora blubbering tonight.
Not now. Not when he had such...sinful feelings.
He waits for the heads to move out. Kikimora tries to stay behind, asking him if he needed anything and offering her services, to which he brushed off and told her to take care of her assigned scouts.
Hunter must have enjoyed how quickly she was booted out, as his scent took on a lighter tone, if that were possible. Less cinnamon, more sugar.
Lucky for him, his cloak easily hid away any...physical changes. He beckons his nephew with a tilt of his head to follow him, and they take off down the hallways.
He lets himself calm down during their walk before he says anything; “Hunter.” he addresses, keeping his voice gentle.
Hunter straightens at his name, walking faster to catch up to his uncle, “sir?”
“Have you been feeling...odd, lately?”
Hunter falls silent, and Belos finds himself feeling impatient for an answer. A minute passes with them making their way quietly through the hallways before Hunter shrugs slowly, as if uncertain.
“A little hot…” Hunter says, “kind of…weird. I’m not sure I can describe it.”
Belos, feeling that his annoyance wasn’t warranted and definitely having been due to the younger who walked beside him, hums, before replying, “I think you should have a break.” He speaks, before even thinking the idea through; Hunter was obviously going into heat, and the boy didn’t have a clue. Or he did and had been simply ignoring it somehow during week-long self-imposed missions.
If he had heats before and had hidden them…Belos clenches his fists beneath his robe; that simply would not do. Omega were not meant to just hide away in a disgusting hole for a week during something so important. And Hunter was far too old to experience a first heat now of all times.
Belos feels the frown on his face, but that’s nothing entirely new to him. The idea of Hunter, alone and in heat, taking care of himself…without some kind of proper guidance as to what it even was that is affecting him. It made him angry, but at no one in particular. Perhaps…himself, for not smelling it beforehand, if this were the case.
The thought of Hunter in such…degrading and… uncouth positions…alone…
He clears his throat and plays it off as if it’d been a regular cough when Hunter shoots a look his way.
He vows to take a cold, cold shower once they reach the hallway that leads to their quarters and separate.
“I don’t understand.”
Belos stops walking, and Hunter immediately does the same, used to keeping pace with his uncle, “I think you should…stay in your room. Until your heat passes.”
Hunter’s shoulders dip in the way that they do when he is about to argue about job placement, “Heat?”
Oh, dear. Did he really have to explain something like this?
Despite their hushed voices, Belos felt himself paranoid that any random guard or coven head may be just right around the corner, listening in. If he explained what ails Hunter out here, chances are his poor omega would be taken down at his weakest.
…Wait…No, scratch that. Not his omega.
He feels butterflies thinking about the omega that way, and the mental confirmation that Hunter was not his omega did very little to ease that feeling.
Hunter has been silently staring at him for an answer. Belos blushes under his mask. He knows he’s aroused right now, but even so Belos was not going to dawdle around here.
“Let’s go to your room. I’ll explain there.” he finally says in answer, turning away, feeling his lustful shame twinge at the smell coming from his grimwalker.
Hunter trails along beside him, just a tad bit slouchier than normal. Belos had half a mind to tell him to straighten his shoulders, but right now Hunter might be feeling in a way that not even Belos would accurately know.
While his own brother had been an omega himself, Belos didn’t know what all it entailed. He knew the alpha bits of it and the oversimplified way he was taught it when he was a young man, but even so…his brother often did not answer any concerns he had, choosing to instead hide away.
With a witch.
He growls loudly at the memory.
Hunter whines quietly, cutting it off as soon as Belos turns to him.
They stand there in silence, unsure of how to approach the subject of just what had happened.
Hunter clears his throat, “I think you’re right; I should stay in my room.” he says, voice just a little raspy.
Belos doesn’t reply, instead tilting his chin up to take in the new scents in the air: Maybe saying the heat would go full swing this evening was underplaying it. Maybe he really didn’t know as much about this as he’d thought.
But of course, that was something warranted. He’d been alive for four hundred years, and a good three hundred and seventy or so he'd gone without even thinking of human castes.
Belos then turns away, shamed by his attraction, and walks the hall toward his nephew’s room; Hunter follows behind at a comfortable distance.
It was a shorter walk than either of them thought, but in their own defense they both were pretty occupied in not escalating things any further, as both were uncomfortable in their arousal.
Belos opens Hunter’s bedroom door and is immediately hit with the smell of omega; halting, his previous frown coming to lay claim on his face as he takes note of the surroundings. Hunter…had been an omega this entire time. How did he just now realize this? Had it been so long that he’d simply blocked such a heavy scent until the worst had come?
He waits for Hunter to enter the room before he moves to do so as well, closing the door behind him with a click. Belos moves across the room to open the window wide, fairly positive that there would be none out there that could scent an omega for miles away if at all, what with witches having no such senses of their own.
If anyone did, though, and were to show up…they’d have to deal with Belos on this matter.
“Sit.” Belos says, still looking out the window, breathing in the new fresh air. Perhaps the air would better help him to have this talk with his nephew.
And heavens help him - he was really going to have to give the talk to his nephew, wasn’t he? Except this is the second time, and with more steps to it than a simple witch mind could fathom.
Was Hunter even fit to be a witch? A grimwalker was by no means a ‘witch’ nor ‘demon’, but Belos knew that Hunter took far too much resemblance from his own brother. Was this the one that would be saved, and steer to the right side of things? The one who would not abandon him because of a witch?
He blinks as he comes to a certain conclusion upon blinking out the window: Having a window near a heating omega is dangerous.
Back in the human realm, omega who were not married would need to be stationed in windowless bedrooms to keep out any stray alpha from jumping in and taking what wasn’t theirs.
While Belos knew that it was highly unlikely to happen, the thought of someone else coming into this room while his omega was asleep and he was away filled him with both worry and anger.
Behind him, Hunter finally sits uncomfortable on his bed, the springs creaking oddly under his weight.
“Uhm…uncle?” Hunter says after a minute of silence.
Belos breathes in, enjoying the fresh air while he could, before turning back to the room. He would usually sit on the bed beside his nephew during any talk as serious as this, but for now he takes the desk chair to the side, ignoring how stiff it was for his back.
Hunter removes his mask, and Belos follows suit; Belos did not wear his normal full regalia today, and he was thankful he didn’t, if only to be able to remove his mask effortlessly.
Belos feels…. exposed, suddenly. He sees Hunter’s eyes trail down, and he knows that the younger one has spotted his shame showing through his trousers. He flushes but makes no comment to wandering eyes; Hunter is a teenager, of course his eyes would wander in his state. He might even be just a little out of his mind already.
“What's…a heat?” Hunter asks, bringing Belos back to just why they were here.
Belos then crosses his legs, aware of Hunter’s eyes trailing back to his member with the action, before clearing his throat, “It’s a…special time for an omega. You’ve felt a certain…neediness before as you do now, have you, Hunter?”
Hunter hesitates before shyly nodding his head in affirmation, Belos inhales to sigh, only to catch himself; breathing in a little too deeply, while tempting, might not be the best idea at the moment, if he wanted to keep his decency.
That confirms his past questions: Hunter did indeed have heats before today, even if he had not known what they were called.
Something twists in Belos’ gut, and he has to briefly bite the tip of his tongue before he acts on it. Hunter had not been claimed, because if he had been before, he would trail back to whoever had claimed him during this.
Perhaps Hunter's loyalty to Belos kept him celibate thus far?
That makes something in Belos feel giddy, and it was not just his neglected member trying to poke through his trousers. It was a giddiness that he didn’t bother to beat down, as right now he welcomed the gleeful emotion, even if he knew it was mostly his instincts and consciousness clashing for control.
“I also get…pretty wet.” Hunter blushes, twiddling his thumbs, “It makes my duties difficult - not - not that I can't do my duties!” he blurts out before Belos could make a move to speak, “It’s just hard to move.”
Hunter would indeed be wet now, wouldn’t he? Probably why he was sitting as stiff as a board. Probably why the room smelled so good. Probably why Belos wanted to reach out and -
He blinks. Hard. To snap himself out of any awful and sinful thoughts.
“That sounds awful.” Belos replies, voice just a tad bit rough, yet he was hopeful that Hunter did not catch that.
“A-and! And sometimes I get so tired, like I want to just stay in bed all the time.”
Belos nods; omega did indeed get tired after a heat. It was common knowledge at home, and he remembers briefly back to when his own brother would laze about in the living quarters all morning before work after his heats were through.
“And sometimes I think…I think about you a lot.” Hunter blurts out quickly, “During uhm…heats? I like to be around you.”
Belos swallows, mouth suddenly dry.
Of course, his body was very happy about this revelation, but he himself was flushed and flustered.
“In…interesting.” Belos says, a bit too quiet in the small room.
This really was such a small room, wasn’t it? Omega should have something large. His omega should have something grand, something like Belos’ own bedroom, with luscious pillows and blankets to make a lavish nest.
A room that was large enough to do anything in. With no windows or intruders. A bedroom with Belos’ own scent, for his own omega-
“Would it be okay if you stay for a while?” Hunter says breathlessly, “would it be okay if I touched you?” His pupils were quite large, and Belos had never quite looked at a grimwalker’s eyes and truly thought that they were beautiful, but right now Belos had never seen eyes with such beautiful garnet coloring.
Hunter shifts, and the intoxicating smell of heat is strong-
It takes everything in Belos to stand. He stands shakily, his own arousal extremely apparent, and the wet spots from it rubbing against his trousers uncomfortable.
“Ring me on a crow if you need me.” he croaks, voice husky as well with arousal, “And lock your window.”
He’s out of the room before Hunter could get another word in, and almost crashes into a few guards on his hurried rush down the hallways and back into his own private quarters.
He slams his back against his bedroom door as soon as it slams shut. He digs the heels of his palms into his eyes until he could see spots, and he takes deep breaths to calm himself.
This was not going to be easy. He can still smell Hunter all the way from here.
Or perhaps the smell was stuck in his nose.
He growls, a feral noise that he wasn’t even aware he was capable of, before reaching into his trousers, griping on to his own leaking member.
He just…holds on to it.
A part of him was shameful; that may be a grimwalker, but in a sense they were related. His hand moves up and down it slowly, in a disinterested way that kept his poor member from aching wantonly for the omega down the halls.
The smell, the way Hunter had looked to him, wanting to touch him yet asking for permission…it was so, so wrong yet…he couldn’t help himself from aching for it.
His knot, while usually impressive, was just a small bump at the moment; usually he barely felt it at all whenever he…pleasured himself. To feel it right now in his arousal was a true testament to just how strongly Hunter’s heat had affected him.
Belos removes his hand, before making his way to his desk and sitting down on the desk chair heavily. He unclasps his robe, feeling far too hot and stifled.
His hand finds his member once more, and he doesn't stop the way he frowns about just how aroused he is.
He would love to have claimed Hunter. He hasn’t felt this aroused since…
Well, since his own brother and he had lived together. Caleb would’ve never known, too busy trying to sate his own heats to notice the shift in the air from heat to rut as Belos went from an average day to humping dirtily into his own bedding like some raving animal. It was Belos’ own dirty little secret, back then, and even now.
Would Hunter be also dealing with his own heat right now? Touching himself right now?
Belos swallows thickly, before unbuckling his belt and tugging his member out and into the air.
He tried to at first imagine his brother, soft and sweet in his own bed, moaning into the pillows from across their cabin, yet his mind kept turning Caleb back into Hunter , and Belos was frustrated at this; surely, while his body loved the idea of any omega, Belos couldn’t possibly lie with a grimwalker.
A grimwalker made from his own brother , no less.
That thought didn’t help to lessen his arousal, and if anything, he found that he may be more sinful than previously thought, as the idea of laying with Hunter seemed very appealing, at least now as he swiftly tugged his own dick at the idea.
Hunter, pliable underneath Belos’ own fingers, burrowing his face into a fresh omegan nest made out of pillows and blankets smothered in a mixture of their own scents, moaning at whatever administrations Belos’ clumsy, yet skillful hands would do.
The sweet smell of musk and cinnamon, the soft curvature of the younger beneath him. Both of them losing whatever virginity they had, being lost to ecstasy and heat as they claim and be claimed.
Hunter, dripping and wet as he presents himself fully for his alpha to plunge in. Belos fitting inside snug and perfect, able to please his omega and satisfy both of their sinful itches.
His knot grows, and it’s nothing but an afterthought as he pumps his fist hurriedly, panting quietly, sweat pouring from his brow as he thinks of his sinful ideas.
Surprising, that these thoughts surrounding what was most likely taboo only made him wish for it even more, think about it even more. He could smell Hunter’s scent clearly from here, and it takes him a moment to realize that he had his own cape pressed against his nose, at a spot Hunter had rubbed against before their meeting today.
The scent is wonderful, blissful even, and with a few more harsh tugs at his member, he reaches his release - really reaches it - for the first time in what felt like forever, and likely had been forever if not hundreds of years. This release leaves him trembling for a few seconds afterward, head foggy with a satisfied feeling.
He unclenches his jaw, and slowly moves the cape away.
It takes him a few more moments to realize that he knotted using his fist alone.
And that the floor was covered in his fluid, his pants were in need of a good wash and that he was a dirty, terrible man.
He sits there, catching his breath, before growling in frustration at his weak self.
Hunter only wanted to touch him due to the heat. Hunter did not like him this way, and to even lie with the grimwalker would be like lying with his own kin; it was much too taboo.
None would quite allow it, and Hunter would most likely refuse anything of the sort and may even be heavily embarrassed by it later.
He has half a mind to toss his cape to the floor, but something in him refuses to unclench his fist from the material, as if afraid to lose the only comfort and scent from the omega that it had.
Would Hunter like it if Belos gave him some items with his own smell, he idly wonders, still feeling down about the act he’d just committed. Hunter, much like Caleb, would never know Belos committed such lustful and sin-filled actions in his own bedroom, so Belos could very much just…live as he’d done before.
Except this time, he was not letting Hunter be wooed by stray witches.
A growl in his throat, he stands abruptly, ignoring the way his member flops uselessly now, as the knot will need time to deflate, and gets to cleaning himself up. He had briefly considered having some random maids clean up the fluids from the floor as he went off to his own personal showers, but he felt self-conscious of it, and therefore wanted no one else to see.
While he adored being seen as some innocent old man, he did not want incontinence assumed of him at all…assuming that anyone would see the amount of semi-clear whitish liquid on the floor and somehow assume that it was not something more nefarious, anyhow.
He drapes his cape on his bed after checking it over for any fluid before stripping; he was in the privacy of his own bedroom, and so decency was out the window. He should have asked to not be disturbed, but he doubts anyone would disturb him after the meeting this morning.
He picks through his everyday clothes in the dresser, picking something looser and more comfortable than what he’d been wearing previously. A nice dress shirt and pants shall do, and looser fitting flat heeled boots, perhaps.
Putting the items on with little struggle and a tuck of his member within the looser waistline of his pants, he exhales at the sight of the floor. He didn’t usually come undone with such vigor to warrant a puddle, if at all, but something in him was truly riled up when it came to Hunter’s heat.
Speaking of, he thinks to himself idly that he ought to check on the boy later on once he himself has calmed down, just to make sure that things were well.
And maybe also to get him in another room without windows.
His blood runs cold then in a panic; he’d left the window open…did Hunter close it?
Swallowing nervously, he takes to the task of using a towel to clean off the floor, trying not to outwardly panic too much. Surely, witches could not smell the heat, could they?
In a fit of hurry, he simply tosses the towel over the puddle, makes himself presentable, and heads out into the hallways to make the journey back, just to close the window if nothing else.
He should have rubbed mint on his nose to distract himself from the scent.
But he’s nothing if not a paranoid man.