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He was a strange man who visited his squalid stall daily, purchasing whatever remnants of loaves he managed to bake for the day, and always paid a bit extra when it’s unnecessary. Not that Isagi cared because extra funds meant additional coins to fuel his survival in this harsh society. Under the circumstances forced upon him, he cannot complain about how this man was being generous, though perhaps his intentions were skirting something more lascivious. It wouldn’t be surprising, unfortunately, since biology gracefully bestowed him the status of omega.
A poverty-stricken, malnourished, and inadequately educated omega.
“Distracted there, aren’t you, little one?” The gruff voice was laced with amusement. Isagi couldn’t help but brazenly stare at his only customer for the day.
He’s obnoxiously tall with broad shoulders in a fitted dark waistcoat covered by a luxurious frock coat made with finer linens' wealth could procure. It seemed the gentleman decided not to sport his usual hat, exposing his thick hair in shades of shadowy amethyst with specks of vibrant emerald underneath. Two-tone colors that shouldn’t work do this gentleman many favors. Genetics be damned. As if his hair wasn’t an oddity itself, his eyes were vastly different too, his left vibrant green and his right brilliant purple. His obscure beauty is unfair to society. If this gentleman were a pauper, he’d be the face of humiliation for being an oddity. Unfortunately, he’s too handsome, especially with his well-maintained, trimmed facial hair, which gives him a rugged appearance.
“Have you gone mute, suddenly?” He spoke once more, garnering Isagi’s attention again.
“No, Your Grace.” He replied. “How can I help you today?” He tried to be pleasant, but lately his skin had been strumming with an uncomfortable ache. He wasn’t sure if the weather was making him angsty or baking his few loaves made him too tiresome. Either way, he wished this man would leave instead of scrutinizing him.
“You’ve never been this rude before. Care to share what is ailing you?” He smirked, almost mockingly.
“Your Grace, if nothing has your attention, please be on your way.” Isagi knew better than to attempt to push one of his consistent customers away.
“Do I need to remind you of who I am?” His wealthy patron scoffed, though his voice held no malice.
“You’re Duke Aiku, Your Grace.” Isagi stated, uncaring if his attitude might get him reprimanded. He ceased to whine, threatening to be released, trying not to submit so easily by the domineering man who could easily break him and throw him into jail. His patron was from a wealthy lineage with a spectacular family history of alphas. Duke Oliver Aiku, the sole heir of one of the oldest dukedoms in history and one of the most beloved in the land.
“You look particularly warm today, Isagi Yoichi.” The man murmured, almost sounding concerned.
“I must’ve overestimated how tepid today’s weather could be.” And it dawned on him. “You know my name?”
“The seasons are changing.” His wealthy patron furrowed his eyebrows. “Of course, I know the names of nearly every resident of this land. Also, I have been buying bread from you for years.” One must not forget how charitable the duke is. No wonder he’s popular amongst his generation and a sought-after candidate for marriage.
“Oh.” He dumbly stated, “Your Grace, if you’re done here, may I take my leave then?” He started feeling light-headed. Duke Aiku peering at him, as if he’s calculating something in his head. He nodded for his valet, who quickly appeared next to him and dropped a few coins on his stall before taking a loaf. However, the duke swatted his attendant’s hand away and grabbed the loaf himself. Peculiar man as always, this duke was because he does this every time. Nonetheless, Isagi bowed his head in gratitude.
“Get plenty of rest, Isagi.” The gruff voice sounded daring and ominous. “I shall pick you up later.” He departed, riding away in his carriage, leaving Isagi confused. He doesn’t ponder, but rather, quickly cleans his stall and gives his leftovers to the orphanage since his appetite was nonexistent.
His body was sweating profusely, soaking his haggard sheets that had seen better days, but now, the threads barely clung together, disintegrating more with every wash he’d done. His lower abdomen cramped harshly with this unsettling need—the urge to jump on something to alleviate his pain and fulfill this ridiculous biologic craving. His lungs felt heavy as he released ludicrous pants of whine, rubbing his thighs together tightly, feeling himself get wetter.
Heats were the worst. He angrily mused, shifting on his pathetic excuse of a bed for comfort. Except, it wasn’t comfortable. He barely had any belongings that brought him solace, so his attempt at creating a nest was unfathomable and nonexistent. It’s a harsh reality he faced—feeling like a failure to be a proper omega and suffering alone.
A severe pang made him curl into himself tighter. It hurts. It’s painful. The only comforting thing he could do is let out distressing sobs where his audience is the barren, dilapidation walls and himself. And while he’d love to lament his misery, he covered his head with his stiff sheets, enclosing himself, afraid of leaking out any of his pheromones. He didn’t want to convince his landlord any further than necessary.
Deep drowsiness overtook his body, freeing him from the excruciating paroxysm of spasms momentarily. Through his profound slumber, he vaguely recalled hearing voices threatening to wake him up. However, he also felt warm when his body was cradled in something firm and rumbling. His subconscious clung to the vibrating source, nuzzling deeper into his slumbering abyss, inhaling a foreign yet familiar scent. It’s an astounding dream—one he doesn’t wish to be awakened from.
***
He has awoken in unfamiliar surroundings. His creaky, poorly made cot was replaced with something softer for his feeble body, lush pillows and plush linens that are gentle on his skin. While the delicate materials were cozy and his heat-addled brain yearned to create a perfect nest, his awareness was on alert, allowing him to not fully feel at ease. He rubbed his thighs together roughly, feeling another slew of slick gatherings as his skin was pricked with a more tingly sensation. Another onslaught of cramps distracted him, making him release another feeble whine as he continued to lay in the comfortable bedding.
The doorway opened with a powerful swing, allowing the cool air to penetrate the room he was occupying but bringing no relief to him. Instead, he curled more into the linens, attempting to keep the warmth from straying away from his doddering body. He inwardly cursed his weak body, if he weren’t so helpless, he’d already be on the run from whatever predicament he’s in.
“Are you awake?” What? Isagi knew that voice. In fact, he just heard that voice recently, and the gruffness still lingered in his head. Despite feeling tender, he shed the blanket from him, giving this familiar alpha a stare-down that could kill. Duke Oliver Aiku was amused, giving him a daring look while kicking the door shut. The locking of the door was the loudest sound among the dreadful silence.
“Your Grace?” His voice sounded vulnerable. Perhaps achy, since he’s suffering from an itch that must be alleviated. However, he’s in the presence of one of the more desirable alphas in the territory. He must preserve some modesty. “How did I get here?”
“A toss of some meager coins was enough for your landlord to get rid of you.” Isagi wasn’t surprised, although his heartfelt, heavy, and insurmountable sensation of sorrow ran through his fickle nerves.
“I see…” Isagi said, feeling pensive. His mind is fully cognizant. “Excuse me, Your Grace, I shall take my leave in a moment.” With that, he fully kicked off the blanket, feeling the chill in the room and noticing his lackluster clothing that was unsuitable for the weather. His legs were wobbly, and while his dignity was probably in shambles, he tried to regain his strength to walk and disappear. His steps were slow, faltering with every stride he took, followed by the overwhelming sensations of spasm in his lower abdominal area. However, he tried to brave a face.
The second he tried to bypass the taller alpha, he was immediately grabbed by the waist and lifted in princess style, causing him to feel flustered, but his inner omega preened at the display. His struggles were futile, and of course, he was placed back into the luscious bed. Duke Aiku could only snicker as he laid his heterochromia eyes on the frail omega.
“I never excused you.” The deep tone vibrated, and by the grace of god, Isagi is trying not to falter.
“And why not?” He haughtily replied. What does this wealthy alpha want with this improper omega?
“Because” He sounded so full of himself. “You’re mine.” Through Isagi’s hazing eyes, he tried to shoot an incredulous look, but the way the duke was hovering over him sent quivering tingles down his spine. Naturally, his thighs rubbed together once more as he felt dribbles of slick seep out.
“Yours?” Isagi echoed lowly. His heart thrashed heavily against his chest, unsure of what he was feeling. Then, a heady scent clouded his mind, gladdening his brain and rewiring it for him to find the source of the aroma. Following his instinct, he reached up, wrapping his thin arms around the alpha’s neck, nosing a certain segment of his neckline, and inhaling deeply. He impulsively nuzzled around that area, rubbing his cheeks in an attempt to douse himself in that delicious scent, and released a rumbling purr.
Nearly reaching a dreamlike state, almost feeling satisfied but still incomplete, he felt himself being forcibly pulled away from the comforting source. His hair was roughly grasped by large hands. Before he could even react, he felt a tongue sensually licking his neck, causing him to almost give in. A brief clarity resurfaced in his mind, and once again, he tried to retract himself from the duke. Except that the alpha is naturally stronger and larger and could easily hold him down. That thought alone was entirely arousing.
“Truly mine.” Duke Aiku affirmed, and a large hand jerked his chin, clashing their lips together. Inexperienced, of course, Isagi gasped, allowing the alpha’s dominating tongue to invade his petite mouth. The duke’s experienced tongue explored his cavern, leaving nothing untouched and being so domineering, which made his mind hazier. All Isagi could do was accept the libidinous kiss as he was forced to lay on his back, and once again, the larger frame hovered over him. And though he’s innocent, Isagi tried to match the reverent energy that brought minor relief. It’s still not enough.
“Your Grace.” He called out, feeling limp as the aromatic scent became stronger. Was this lord purposely releasing more pheromones? He must be, but why?
“Oliver.” The large alpha stated, lifting himself briefly to strip off his expensive dress shirt—revealing his muscular torso, then tossing it behind him. “I’d prefer if you called me Oliver.”
“I can never—” He attempted to reason, as he’s one of the lowest statuses in their society. To speak his name on an equal footing was so foreign.
“It’s simple.” The duke spoke. “You’re my mate.” Isagi’s breath hitched, his heart soaring at words from someone who could possibly desire him. Ignoring the pangs from his heat, he sat up, his face reaching Aiku’s chest to give kitten licks and innocent bites before rubbing his face. The firm pectorals twitched slightly under his cheek, making Isagi bite around the area once more, causing the duke to growl from the tepid ministration.
He pushed down the omega, attaching his mouth to Isagi’s neck, and carelessly left love marks scattered all over, from the highest point of his neck, spreading them all over his clavicle and shoulders. All the markings ranged from pinkish to muted red, depending on how harshly he nipped. Regardless, Isagi moaned, squirming from the carnal action—wetting himself more. It wasn’t enough.
Soon, the duke explored from his neck, kissing, and licking from his neck down his sternum. Wait, when was his nightshirt disregarded? His foggy mind peered down, only to realize his shoddy nightshirt was ripped. By the lords, that shouldn’t be so attractive, but it was. Especially when the alpha made eye contact with him, going lower and lower, reaching his naval area, and giving a chaste kiss. That, alone, made more slick seep out. He let out a guttural moan.
He wanted more. He needed this intense, burning desire under the skin to be alleviated. He wanted to be filled and feel fulfilled.
He couldn’t refrain, his traitorous throat emitted a pitiful whine.
His legs were hastily separated, although he tried to keep his thighs together but failed. He felt too exposed as the alpha was examining his lower regions, rendering him nervous. So, he decided it was best to not fight, stay on his back, and cover his eyes with his arms. Not much time had passed, but something warm and wet covered his cocklet, causing him to yelp in surprise and slightly sit up. And by gods, the sight of this strong alpha holding his thighs near his head and sucking him so deeply was highly enticing.
Isagi moaned. His hands were trembling, but they gripped his duke’s hair tightly as his cocklet was liberated from the alpha’s mouth, just so he could give a broad lick from the base all the way to the tip. He took his arousal back into his mouth, giving Isagi grievances of lust and forcing him to moan wantonly. Soon, thick fingers entered the area where his slick was mass-produced. It felt foreign, but the thick fingers brought a semblance of relief. Fingers roughly twirled in his twitching hole, causing more slick to ease out as his fingers made scissoring motions. He’s obviously preparing him, and the lustful actions were enough for Isagi to secrete his dianthus pheromones. Both of their scents intermixed in the room, smelling strong and arousing. The rumbling vibration emitting from Duke Aiku’s chest was loud—causing Isagi to feel satisfied that he was desired once again.
“Your Grace!” He pleaded, wanting release. Though, the lord had other ideas by pausing his services, instead he left the cocklet in his mouth, not sucking or licking anymore, and the fingers stilled. Isagi understood what was happening and nearly panicked. He was so close.
“Your Grace?” He hesitantly called out, but to no avail. The alpha stayed still. It was making him delirious. “Please.” He sounded timid.
“Please. Please. Please. Please.” He chanted graciously, but it didn’t work. He was almost in tears. “Oliver!” Suddenly, he resumed his nurturing actions. It didn’t take long for Isagi to cum, as it was his first time receiving attention for his sexual needs. Unfortunately, it’s not enough.
His alpha let go of his cocklet and his fingers retreated—only to lick his hand clean of all the slick. The duke looked so smug, so handsome and fuck, Isagi wanted him inside. Like a needy seasoned whore, Isagi pulled him down, forcing his lips on his, not caring about tasting himself on Aiku’s lips.
“Oliver, I need you, please. Inside. Inside. Inside.” He prettily pleaded, triggering the alpha is chuckle.
“Hold still,” he commanded, lifting himself once more. The empty space between them was minor, but it felt so far. Isagi could only idly watch his alpha free himself from his breeches, revealing his massive cock. He preened once more, evidently satisfied with the size of his mate’s arousal. He lazily pawed at the alpha’s chest, giving him the indication that he’s taking too long but was paid no heed.
Aiku placed himself between Isagi’s legs once again, slotting his cock at his entrance and pushing in. The insertion was painful because the omega wasn’t fully mentally prepared for the fortitude. However, his alpha didn’t stop, despite Isagi thrashing and whining inconsistently.
“Hurts. Hurts. It hurts.” Isagi cried, tears pooling, but the teardrop that descended on his face was kissed away.
“You’ll be okay.” His alpha reassured him and kept pressing in. It was heavy and suffocating. Every breath he took was punched away by its fullness. His tears kept falling, and the only thing the duke could do was methodically rub his thighs and hips gently as he kept pushing in. He kindly kept giving him kisses, which provided some adequate relief, but the painful pressure was still there.
Isagi openly sobbed as his virginity was taken away and felt too exposed.
Soon, Aiku was fully sheathed in, his cock twitching in Isagi. Despite his hole pulsating, the pain didn’t ebb away immediately. So, the alpha could wait until his omega adjusted.
“Why are you so large?” Isagi sobbed again. The duke could only wistfully sigh, cursing his biology. Once Isagi calmed down, the omega gave his permission to continue the salacious engagement.
The alpha picked up his pace once he garnered encouraging moans—eying the slight budge that would form every time he thrust deep into the omega. The pain disappeared, replaced with tidbits of pleasure that rapidly transitioned to waves of delectation. Isagi, who was once muted and shy, became openly vociferous. Each thrust was deep and intentional. And though it knocks his breath out every time, Isagi became increasingly elated.
The raw slapping of skin ricocheted loudly in the confinements of the grand room, etched into Isagi’s mind. He wasn’t sure if the loud gasping was from him, the deep grunts from the alpha, or the indefinite squeaking of the luscious bed. Regardless, each thrust was deliberate and punchy. Each time the alpha went in deep, he hiccupped a huge breath and sucked in as much oxygen as he could, inhaling the intoxicating pheromones permeating their atmosphere.
“Oliver,” Isagi purred, feeling profound affection for the man. The alpha hunched down, their chests touching and their lips locking. The scuffle of the alpha’s beard was ticklish, but Isagi kissed him back with assurance. He quickly pulled away when a sweet spot was hit—deep and angled exactly right. “Mhhhnnn.”
The omega’s fingers clawed Aiku’s back—no doubt, leaving fiery red marks and hints of blood smelled. It didn’t bother the alpha at all, rather, it made him harder and more determined to fuck the omega into further oblivion. He wanted to hear more of the boisterous cries from the pretty mouth, and they continued their salacious affairs. The alpha grunted in satisfaction, loving the way wet his omega felt and how soaked the sheets underneath him were becoming. The more he thrust, the more Isagi’s hole clenched, encouraging him to continue so he can milk him for all he’s worth.
Isagi’s hands maneuvered from scratching his duke’s back, wrapping his arms around the neck, and lifting his legs higher so he could feel the cock penetrate deeper, hoping to fuck him deep in his cervix. God, he wanted to be knotted so badly. It’s the only way his inner omega could be satiated, and his heat would subside.
“Knot. Knot. Knot.” He deliriously cried, sounding petulant, that he wasn't getting what he wanted. However, a distraction deterred him, as he felt himself clench harder than before. In a rampant, his breathing faltered, and his alpha let out a brazen chuckle at the realization Isagi was cumming. The omega’s eyes rolled at the back of his head while he released a thunderous moan, bringing satisfaction to the alpha. However, there was no rest for Isagi because Aiku didn’t relent, rather, he continued his striking propulsion.
Isagi attempted to plead for rest, but his voice was long gone. He was wetter than before and entered a stupefying state. Soon, his body was forcefully shifted. Aiku turned him on his belly, his face moaning into the pillow as his hips were lifted high, allowing the broader male to essentially mount him because he is a bitch in heat. No amount of begging would permit him to relent. The slapping of skins continued, and momentarily, the heavy lust and desire to be knotted were restored.
“Look at you.” Aiku mused; his voice potent as his hips canted deep into the frail omega. Isagi bemoaned at the arousing tone, feeling the thick dribbles of slick ebbing out of him with each thrust. He briefly wondered if he would be allowed to lick off all his slick from that glorious cock. “My little demure omega is looking so dumbstruck. It's endearing. Do you still want my knot?”
“Yes!” Isagi chirped, zeroing in on that one word he’d been chanting. “Knot. Knot. Knot.” He sounded so hazy. Aiku groaned, one hand holding down the nape of his omega and the other hand on his buttocks, spreading a cheek to see himself going in and out. His cock was heavily covered in the delicious slick. The sight alone was scandalous.
Isagi continued to squeeze him tightly while his face was on the pillow, becoming sopping wet with his tears. Aiku almost stiffened up, feeling near completion of his given task. With the leftover energy he had in his muscles, he rutted as deep as he could, feeling a familiar sensation of becoming enlarged. Isagi, unsure of why he was feeling heavier and compact, nearly panicked at the odd sensation. However, he was forced down and couldn’t move much if he wanted to. All he could do was shiver, squeeze, and accept the foreign tugging.
In an instant, realization dawned, he squealed the moment Aiku performed a particular shove, and something slotted them together. It was heavy and pressing and making him full. The strong alpha managed to knot him. And that wasn’t enough. The moment he locked in, Isagi felt a powerful bite at the nape of his neck, effectively being claimed by the duke. He swore he saw stars as he felt the intense claim. He mewled out of happiness, feeling the pulsating knot released waves of cum in him, forming a small pooch in his lower abdominal area.
Aiku released his nape, carefully cleaning the blood with strokes of his tongue, his chest rumbling with satisfaction. And though it was enough, Isagi mindlessly grinded himself against the knot, making Aiku growl in warning. The onslaught of cum was enough to make his toes curl and tingle. God, he wanted another knot already, even though this first round wasn’t even over yet. Again, he grinded himself against the knot, feeling it hit deeper, and he trembled for cumming once more.
“I’ve got myself a vixen,” The alpha sounded amused, peppering his backside with kisses. Isagi’s eyes were still wet from the tears, but he lifted himself, his back hitting the larger chest, turning his head to give the corner of Aiku’s mouth a lick. Then, his face snuggled into his beard, enjoying the scratchy surface on his cheeks. He could only mewl in satisfaction as another wave of cum deposited in him, satiating his heat. “No worries, you’ll get plenty more knots until your heat is over.”
Isagi’s body was sore after the marathon sex they had. He was cleansed thoroughly by the alpha himself, staying limp and simpering as he was scrubbed clean with such delicacy an alpha could possess. Afterward, he stayed in bed, being fed the finest food offered to him and the lord massaging his sore body. The display of affection was an oddity—welcomed, but odd. The second time they had sex, the duke forced Isagi to claim him as well, intertwining their fates for life.
“If you wanted to baby-trap me, you should’ve asked. I would’ve given it to you.” The duke casually mentioned when they both became functional. Isagi’s eyes widened.
“I don’t know what you mean.” His voice was tense. After their enthusiastic lovemaking, Isagi didn’t become pregnant due to his malnourished body from years of poverty.
“While you’re a cute and clever omega, your intentions were clear the moment you sold me your bread with your slick in it, though your eyes on the day of your heat were calling to me. It took a long time for your heat to come, it must be that irregular.” Isagi kept silent. “No worries. I’m flattered you’ve chosen me. I wanted to pup you up the moment I’ve laid my eyes on you.”
“You did?”
“Of course.” The man gave a smug smile. “In due time, you’ll gain a healthy weight to accommodate our pups. I hope your thighs grow as well; I’d appreciate being smothered by them when I eat out your cunt.”
“Your Grace!” Isagi bellowed a flabbergasted reaction, earning a chortle from his alpha. “Are you sure this was the right decision? The other lords would be dissatisfied with you for picking a peasant.”
“Hmmm.” Aiku hummed, giving him a look over, contemplating in his thoughts. “I doubt that once they see you. Especially when they laid their eyes on you bouncing on my cock. You’ll be a sight. And, if I’m feeling generous, I might allow them a taste.”