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“Did you at least clean up?”
Aglaea eyes how the prince tries to hide his hand behind his back, trying to remove the bloody gauntlets from her view… a useless attempt, she’s already grown used to this sight by now.
“Who was it this time, Mydeimos?” She sighs.
“The antique seller.”
Mydei replies with no hint of emotion. It’s not the first time that Aglaea caught him red handed after disposing of one of many who tried to go after his deliverer.
“And what did the poor seller do?”
“He gave Phainon a discount earlier, and said he could repay him with a date.”
At the rate you’re going, okhema is going to drop its population.” Aglaea explains. “You can’t kill every person who shows the slightest interest in Phainon.”
“Especially not when your dear lover is the city’s beloved hero, his list of admirers will just grow longer even with your killing spree.”
Mydei rolls his eyes in annoyance, the fact that the entire city is enamoured by his lover is a tragedy he still finds hard to accept.
What belongs to a king shouldn’t be tainted by mere commoners.
“I remember a long time ago, Phainon was going on about how no one seems to take interest in him. Crying to me and Hyacine that maybe he’s not as ideal as the people make him out to be.”
“All because a certain prince disposed every single person who liked him.”
“I would have had your head off, Mydeimos.” Aglaea’s voice drops down a little. “If you didn’t get your act together fast enough and my boy keeps sobbing about his loneliness… but fortunately, you did end up confessing your feelings.”
“I thought we’d have to lose half the population before you manage to do so.” Aglaea chuckles quietly.
“To think Phainon was wailing about how unwanted he is?” She smiles. “What a huge contradiction to the growing pile of bodies he had unknowingly caused.”
“Can I go wash now?” Mydei deadpans.
“Make sure to scrub yourself clean of any blood before you go back to your chambers.” She adds.
“And Mydeimos, please control your jealousy. This isn’t exactly an ideal late night meeting for both of us, is it?”
“Stop letting your alpha make decisions for you.”
…
Mydeimos stands atop a rooftop, watching like a hawk as his lover moves through the market crowd. Even at this height, it’s quite easy to spot Phainon. The other alpha sticks out like a sore thumb, all tall and imposing, white hair standing out from the rest… such a magnificent sight… if only people could learn to keep their eyes to themselves.
It’s not always that Mydei trails after Phainon (an understatement), but these days he’d been going with him every time the deliverer wanted to splurge on antiques.
From one of his citizens, Mydeimos was told that the shop owner has a tendency of flirting with his attractive customers, and Phainon was the current victim of said man.
Mydeimos wanted to see for himself just how much audacity the man has.
It’s a known fact in Okhema that their beloved deliverer already belongs to the kremnoan prince. Despite the two being alphas, an unconventional relationship, the city has long accepted the couple into their norm.
Still, the handful of people who would sometimes go after Phainon hasn’t subsided. Even with the threat of the blonde alpha… some people just can’t keep their hands off shiny things, even when other people clearly have their name written all over it.
Mydeimos smiles to himself, if he could tattoo Phainon with his name… what a sight would it be.
He frowns when he remembers that the deliverer doesn’t really have his mating mark, Mydeimos made him bleed with the amount of times he bit onto his nape but no matter how hard he breaks the skin… the mark would always disappear after a few days. An alpha doesn’t exactly have the capability to be marked.
It’s such a shame that Phainon were born one, if only he was an omega. Not only would he beautifully carry Mydei’s mating mark, just imagining his lover with a rounded belly full of his pups is making the prince’s teeth ache.
If only there was a way to fix this little issue…
…
Mydeimos remembers the first time he had killed someone out of love.
Phainon has a problem with recognising scents, the other alpha has a weak nose and doesn’t really notice when omegas smother their disgusting pheromones all over him. Being scent blind wasn’t Phainon’s fault and so Mydei never really got mad at him every time he caught a whiff of pheromones on his lover.
The citizens of Okhema had a tendency to display outward affection for their deliverer. Mydeimos cannot really blame the people for being drawn to the sun… however, his alpha cannot accept other people being too close to his mate.
It was a day like any other, Mydei and Phainon were going around town doing their errands when they were stopped by a disgustingly sweet smelling omega.
He handed the deliverer a bunch of pastries, acting coy and eerily sweet even though he obviously laced the cookies with heavy doses of his pheromones.
Mydei immediately threw out the gift the moment they got home, explaining to Phainon that eating food from strangers is not exactly a wise decision. The deliverer didn’t think much of it and just let Mydei do whatever.
During the night, after making sure Phainon is fast asleep, Mydei slips from their bed and makes his way to town.
Tracking down the omega using the scent from the gift.
He ends up at the bastard’s house, quietly slipping into his bedroom.
The poor thing didn’t even get to react before Mydeimos crushes his neck with his gauntlets, blood soaking the mattress as it gushes from the dead body.
When Aglaea finds him going to the chyrsos heir baths, armor bloodied and a rotten smell clinging to him.
She takes one look at the quiet alpha and raises an eyebrow, urging him to confess to his obvious crime, Mydei just answers honestly and without any emotion.
“He deserved it.”
Aglaea sighs, already foreseeing the headache she was about to endure to try and cover up the prince’s scheme… but that can wait tomorrow morning instead.
“Go to the baths and make sure to scrub off every speck of blood.” She orders him.
“You’re not mad? Appalled?”
“What’s done is done. There’s no use dwelling on such matters.” She dismisses him. “Go take a bath now.”
Little did she know, it’s just the first of many succeeding events.
…
Mydeimos loves Phainon, it an irrefutable fact… and he doesn’t want to change anything about the deliverer… however
“Must be nice to have kids.” Phainon sighs one day, chuckling to himself after. “If I were able to get pregnant, we’d have a whole litter by now!”
“Hks, stop saying bullshit.”
“I’m just saying!” Phainon replies. “Imagine a mini Mydei just running around in our apartment! They’d look so cute. Say, would they also have your tattoos?”
“Shut up.” Mydeimos answers back firmly.
“Fine.” Phainon pouts, walking away from their bedroom and clearly needing a bit of indulgence later…
But he was venturing into dangerous territory, Mydeimos head spins at the thought of his mate pregnant, just thinking about Phainon being an omega… his omega is enough to cause him to spiral… he doesn’t want to change anything about Phainon, he loves him dearly but if the deliverer himself wants for them to have children then surely it would be a sin for Mydeimos to not listen to his wife?
It’s such a simple request after all.
…
“What’s this?”
“Just a drink I got for you as an apology for our fight.” Mydei explains, eyeing Phainon as the deliverer swirls the cup in his hand.
“I got it from a new bar downtown.”
“Prince Mydei entering a bar by himself just to get me a supposedly popular new drink?” Phainon laughs. “I’m honored.”
“Just drink it, you rascal.” The other alpha ruffles Phainon’s hair playfully.
When Phainon gulps down every drop of the white drink… Mydeimos’ smile widens.
…
There’s one sure way of turning an alpha into an omega. Being a dominant alpha himself, Mydeimos could easily shower the other alpha in his pheromones and slowly turn him into a sweet smelling omega.
However, the prince wants it done quickly and what better way to quicken the process than to get Phainon to consume his cum —- it’s the most effective and fastest way to successfully turn an alpha into an omega.
It’s a good thing that the deliverer doesn’t get suspicious with the amount of drinks Mydei keeps handing over, but still… it’s not enough to bitch him just yet.
If Mydei wants to get results faster then he needs to make Phainon drink his cum directly from the source. Phainon would easily agree to sex but if Mydei were to suddenly ask for a blowjob repeatedly then the deliverer might grow suspicious, and even with Phainon’s scent blindness, he might sense the crazy amount of pheromones from Mydei.
And so the alpha slips some sleeping pills into his lover’s drink of the day, an extra dose of cum was added into it, courtesy of Mydei’s daily masturbation ritual these days.
When he’s sure that Phainon is fast asleep, Mydeimos slips off his pants, quickly stroking himself to get hard as he positions his cock near the other alpha’s face.
Phainon always looked best choking on his cock, such a pretty sight for the perfect deliverer to be wet with tears and cum staining his mouth… and he belongs solely to Mydeimos.
Just the thought of it makes Mydei almost cum.
He gently pries Phainon’s mouth open, slipping the head in to try and squeeze his cock through, and slamming it all right in when Phainon shows no sign of waking up.
Mydeimos groans as his entire length is forced into the tight heat of Phainon’s mouth, and she slowly fucks into the deliverer’s throat, gripping the white locks tightly as he enjoys his lover’s pliant state.
It doesn’t take long for him to cum, not when Phainon is as delectable as ever, and he feels him cum spurt down the deliverer’s throat, he stays still for a while, making sure it all gets swallowed down…
He might need to do this a few more times before it finally kicks in.
…
“Phainon’s scent is a bit too sweet these days.” Aglaea comments.
“Must be your imagination.” Mydeimos replies.
The way the prince smirks to himself doesn’t go unnoticed.
…
Mydei may have finally succeeded in turning Phainon into an omega but it came with a lot more work to do… the amount of alphas foaming at the mouth every time they catch a whiff of the deliverer’s new sweet scent is a headache for the kremnoan prince.
He had been on a killing spree lately because of it. Going out every night to dispose of interested alphas while trying to ignore the disappointment in Aglaea’s eyes as he passes by her to go to the baths.
He wonders how Phainon would react if he finds out that Mydei had been killing the precious citizens of Okhema.
It’s a good thing that the deliverer will never know.
…
Mydei smiles unapologetically when he catches the scent of an omega in heat in their apartment.
Finally, he thinks to himself.
Phainon had made a nest in their bed and is refusing to let his alpha near, he even growls in retaliation... Although... Mydei did find it attractive when Phainon glared and snapped his teeth at him, if he were a lesser man, he'd gladly be mauled to death by the omega.
"Deliverer." Mydei calls out softly. "Surely you're sane enough to recognise just who you've been trying to rip apart?”
In Castrum Kremnos, omegas are usually fierce and aggressive. Mydei thought that since Phainon came from a pretty quiet village, he'd be rather docile during his heats, a stark difference to what he knows from his hometown.
The moment Mydeimos even enters the room, Phainon throws a pillow at him, hissing and shouting, “Get out!” he yells.
Mydei was speechless, he didn’t expect the deliverer to turn into a vicious animal when in heat. The alpha grows even more excited at the thought of finally claiming him… he would have accepted Phainon no matter how he turned out but a feral omega is just a delectable sight, Mydei licks his lips in anticipation.
His dick throbbed at the sight: Phainon flushed and red, clothes scattered everywhere to reveal a line of gold etched onto his well defined chest, and his choker lays discarded on his nest, making a perfect view of the sun tattoo that Mydei badly wants to sink his teeth into.
“Mydei.”
The prince perks up at the call, glad that Phainon still knows who he’s with despite the delirious pain he’s going through.
“Please, just leave. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today, I woke up drenched in sweat and aching all over, and down there… there’s something wrong, it’s jus—-“
“Why would I leave when your alpha is here to help you?” Mydei answers, smiling. Even if he did want to leave, he physically cannot. The smell of Phainon’s heat is keeping him locked in his place, and truth be told, Mydei doesn’t want to leave at all.
He’s also pretty sure, he can’t exactly go out to the city with a huge tent in his pants, courtesy of the exquisite site before him.
If he was less stupid, he would have long mated with the deliverer instead of trying to convince himself that he was content with their current arrangements… Phainon in heat was something that he never thought he’d graciously witness.
The image of Phainon with swollen breasts and carrying Mydei’s child is making him dizzy. Thank god there were no condoms in his size, he licks his lips at the thought of knotting Phainon raw.
“Go away, asshole.” Phainon repeats. “You’re the reason I’m in this predicament.”
Mydei raises an eyebrow at the accusation. Did he know…?
“I keep thinking about having babies with you and now my body is suddenly going into heat!” He shouts at him. “It’s your fault for making me to horny! You walk around the fucking apartment without a shirt on!”
The alpha just chuckles at the display.
“Then let me help.” Mydei offers, sincerely and a bit too horny.
“What?”
“I got you into this mess then let me fix it.” Mydei adds, then he smiles softly at the deliverer, hoping that he’s doing things right, he might be scared after all… suddenly turning into an omega and going into your first heat might be too much.
“Phainon, I’m your mate.”
The omega just stares at him, not blinking at Mydei’s sudden confession.
“Even if you miraculously turned into an omega, I’m still yours. Let me help you.” The alpha gently coaxes him. “You’re not going through this alone.”
Mydei eyes the view of the deliverer’s newly formed pussy gushing out slick, the small tuft of hair is already wet and soaked. He’s imagining what it would taste like, licking his lips in anticipation. If Phainon would let him, Mydei would spend hours just eating him out. They say that an omega’s slick tastes sweet, he wonders just how much of those rumors are tr—-
“You’re insane.” Phainon looks away, and even tries covering himself with a pillow much to the prince’s dismay.
“Phainon.” Mydei tries calling out softly. Carefully taking a few steps towards the omega, he kneels beside the bed, and reaches out to touch him, only to be met with a sharp scratch to his arm.
Golden blood drips onto the nest, and Phainon doesn’t look a bit sorry.
“I said out.” He threatens again.
To Mydei, it looks just like a kitten trying to act tough. Phainon could maul him a hundred times and Mydei would just return here each time. There’s no word of fear in the kremnoan language. What kind of suitable mate would he be if he were to be scared of his own omega?
“No, I’m going to help.” He quickly grabs both of Phainon’s wrist, making him stop any attempts to make him leave.
“I’m in heat! I want to be left alone!” Phainon shouts, angry and frustrated, tears are already spilling down his cheeks, but the sight is just making Mydei’s self restraint break.
“Why would you want to be left alone when your alpha is here?” Mydei counters.
Phainon just stares at him, he looks conflicted as though he’s fighting off his own instincts. Just a little more and he’ll break.
Mydei lets go of one of his wrists, hand reaching for the soaked pussy instead, he traces the clit with a finger, enjoying the shudder. Phainon just stares at him, he looks conflicted as though he’s fighting off his own instincts. Just a little more and he’ll break.
Mydei lets go of one of his wrists, hand reaching for the soaked pussy instead, he traces the clit with a finger, enjoying the shudder. Sweet and ripe just for his taking, he’s going to devour this deliverer.
He reaches the other hand to pull Phainon in by his waist, letting him fully sit on Mydei’s lap, his slick already messing up the prince’s trousers.
Mydei mouths at his collarbones, licking off the sweat, he moves to his neck afterwards, gently bites down onto the sun tattoo, not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to leave a mark,
“Won’t you become mine?” Mydei asks from where he’s licking off Phainon’s nape, the hand on the deliverer’s waist feels like a band of iron preventing him from escaping.
He scrapes his scent gland, lightly biting it to tease. “Just say yes, Phainon.”
“And I’ll mark you up immediately. Didn’t we both want this? I’ll knock you up full of my pups, brand you with a mating mark… won’t you be mine? Hmm?”
and Phainon still doesn’t speak, except for the whimper escaping his throat.
Instead, he bares his neck in complete submission, and Mydeimos bites down instantly.
When the deliverer breaks, it’s a holy sight.
Mydei smiles to himself, craning his neck to watch as Phainon shrieks the moment teeth pierced his gland.
Mydei pulls away when he deems that the mark is set deep enough, the deliverer’s scent gland is covered in bite marks and soaked with golden blood, and it makes for a beautiful memory.
“Finally.” Mydei sighs content. “Mine.”
“I should have turned you into an omega a long time ago.” The alpha whispers quietly.
“Huh?” Phainon asks. “I didn’t hear what you said.”
It’s amusing to Mydei how he’s suddenly coherent and a little bit sane, well enough to be able to argue like normal, not like the ferocious beast he was awh—
Mydei flinches at the sudden scratch to his chest, the deliverer forcefully digged his nails onto tattooed skin, and slashed hard.
“Phai—“ Mydei gasps in disbelief, although a bit aroused at the display.
“Get on with it.” Phainon bares his teeth once more, and shifts in his lap, bucking his hips for friction as he tries to ride the crown prince.
“Harder!” Phainon screams, his heat has been going for longer than he wants, and although he has a perfectly fine alpha in his arms, the asshole is doing nothing to ease his situation, and although Phainon would very much like to indulge in sweet words from Mydeimos, if the crown prince would just touc—
“Just fuck me already!” He hisses, aiming another scratch to Mydei’s face this time, but his wrist gets caught before he could do so.
“Deliverer.” Mydei warns. “You’re acting like a chimera throwing tantrums!”
“I’m in heat and you’re not doing shit, you idiotic prince!”
“I was letting you rest first because that mark on your neck is still fresh and sore!” Mydei tries to reason out, his other hand is already at the deliverer’s back, rubbing soothing circles onto it.
“I’m sure you can feel how hard my dick has been the entire time.”
“Then why aren’t you doing anything!” Phainon thrashes in Mydei’s lap.
“Is it because you don’t want me anymore.”
“Hks!” Mydei’s head hurts from this entire conversation. “Are you out of your mind? I marked you!”
“Maybe you didn’t mean it like that and just felt bad.”
“This stupid delivere—“ Mydei sighs, “Your heat’s getting to you.”
“Then help me get rid of it.” Phainon glares, and bites down hard onto Mydei’s shoulders, strong enough to leave a wound.
Mydei chuckles in response, amused and turned on. “Like this?” and then he shoves two fingers inside the deliverer’s pussy, and the orgasm followed in an instant, Phainon soaked their lower halves and even squirted onto Mydei’s chest.
Mydei licked his lips, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down his temple as he struggled to control the urge building within.
His other hand travelled down caressing his hardening cock through his pants as he imagined the sensations of being inside Phainon.
Patience, he tells himself. If he rushes things too quickly, he’ll just end up hurting his omega, he’ll have to ease the pain first by bringing Phainon to his climax a few times.
Phainon, still high on orgasm, watches as the alpha palms himself and reaches out to free Mydei’s cock from his pants, both hands stroking the prince.
Phainon’s touch brought him to new heights of pleasure, and he could feel his own essence leak from the tip of his cock. Making it easy for the omega to slide his hands up and down his huge cock.
Mydei lets go of his cock, leaving the deliverer to his hands, and grabs Phainon’s neck, as he brings their lips together for an open mouthed kiss.
The hand that was buried deep in the deliverer’s pussy has now retracted and is busy making slow circles on his clit, occasionally rubbing against his hole, teasing by aiming to insert a finger only to retract it at the last minute.
With a low growl, Mydei bit Phainon’s bottom lip, sucking gently upon it as he pulled away, leaving a mark against pale skin.
Phainon pleaded in a whisper, "Please... I need to feel you." His hands are still clumsily stroking the prince’s cock but Mydeimos has yet to cum, holding himself back as best as he can, he wants his knot to be inside the deliverer and nowhere else.
Mydei fixes their position, urging Phainon to lay down on his nest as the prince removes all the remaining clothes he has left while Phainon watches intently.
“Mydei.” Phainon calls out in a whimper. “Hurry.” And he reaches for his alpha, encircling his nape into his arms to pull Mydei closer.
Mydei chuckles at the desperation. From a feral beast to a needy kitten.
He slowly kisses Phainon’s scent gland, knowing that it contains his own mark brings a sense of satisfaction.
The alpha's lips trail down as he gradually lowers his gaze, eyeing the deliverer’s plump breasts, his only ever seen them when they’re together for baths.
Mydeimos already marvels at how big they are but just imagining Phainon with swollen breasts from carrying Mydei’s child sends him into hayware. He hopes the deliverer gets pregnant soon.
He traces the delicate outline of Phainon’s nipples with his fingers, the omega's breaths quickening as the alpha's touch sends shivers down his spine. He gently pinches one of the nipples, causing Phainon to jerk in surprise and easing a moan from the deliverer.
The omega’s hips buck upwards, searching for more friction as he grinds his pussy onto Mydei’s cock. “Dei… please…”
“Patience, deliverer.” Mydei reassures him with a kiss to his lips.
“Just get on with it! Stop teasing me.” Phainon bites hard onto the prince’s lips in retaliation.
Mydei irks an eyebrow, “Now you’re back to being a delirious mess?”
“It’s because my alpha has been stalling for ages!”
My alpha, the words bring a smile to Mydei’s lips, and he quietly takes in the fact that Phainon is forever tied to him.
“That’s right.” He humms, playing the deliverer’s pussy as he finally gets him ready. “I’m your alpha.”
“You won’t be for longer if you don’t shove your dick into me right now.” He threatens from beneath Mydei, fingernails digging onto flesh from where he’s gripping hard onto the alpha’s arms.
Mydei hungrily traced the curves of Phainon’s body, finally resting on his glistening pussy —- it seemed to pulse with excitement as Mydei continued his admiring teasing. The slick fluids that coated the omega’s folds only added to the alluring image before him.
He couldn’t help himself, not with the sweet scent surrounding him. Just a taste, Mydei tells himself as he moves to lower his head to the deliverer’s thighs, pushing them wide open with both hands.
“Mydeimos!”
Slowly, sensually, his head lowered, now he's face to face with the deliverer’s cunt, and he leans down to take a lick.
Gently, Mydei used his thumbs to spread folds apart, baring the swollen pink nub for his view. His tongue flicked out and teased the sensitive bud before him,
Mydeimos thinks he’s had enough fun for today, and he needs to put his cock into the omega less Phainon finds a way to suddenly kill the undying prince.
He rises from where he’s buried in between the deliverer’s legs, and grips both his thighs to keep them from closing, as he carefully lines himself onto Phainon’s cunt.
With a gentle push, his cock slid through Phainon’s folds, teasing the sensitive skin.
Phainon gasped, his eyes squeezing shut as the pressure grew, but he grows alarmed when something felt wrong.
“Mydei, it hurts!” Phainon shouts, frantic. “Wait! Why is it getting— ?”
“Are you knotting already?!?”
Mydeimos groaned, his hips jerking as his knot locks into place, and cum starts to paint the deliverer’s insides.
“I can’t believe you knotted from just putting it in.” Phainon whispers, still whimpering from pain and pleasure.
“Blame your tight cunt.” Mydei fights back.
“How long are locked like this?” He whines.
“30 minutes and I’ll fuck you again. Surely, you yourself know the extent of my stamina.” Mydei’s eyes glistened in excitement.
“I’ll make sure you have your fill, Deliverer.”
…
“We need to get you to Hyacine tomorrow?”
“Why?” Phainon whines, burying himself further in Mydei’s embrace.
“Hks, you suddenly turn into an omega overnight.”
“Maybe it’s because you kept fucking me all the time.” He giggles.
“Or maybe it’s because you kept making me drink traces of your cum every day.” Phainon whispers to himself when the alpha is fast asleep.
“You didn’t think I’d notice you lacing my drinks with your cum? Or waking up to drops of semen in my mouth?” Phainon chuckles quietly.
“Stupid alpha.”