Note: (2/8) of the mass release
March 24, 1096
Tension grew high in the room as 49 sunk his nails into his legs.
The pheromones of the alpha before him drew him mad. He has been around alpha pheromones before, but none of them pulled him in as Prince Cyn’s does. Biting his lip, 49 kept sinking his nails into his skin, holding himself back.
He wanted to slip his hand towards his behind and stick his fingers against his slick hole, pushing them inside. He wished to ride his fingers deep inside him until he could feel some fullness.
It wouldn’t be the first time he touched himself during his heat, but to allow himself to do it in front of the alpha? He would never because that meant he lost.
Defiantly glaring at Prince Cyn, 49 tried covering how badly the man affected him.
Prince Cyn’s smirk never flattered, infuriating 49 even more. Then, Prince Cyn moved his hand towards the hem of his pants, pulling them down until his underwear appeared on view.
Then he swiftly pulled his underwear down next, letting his member spring to life for 49 to see. Prince Cyn grabbed himself, watching 49 as he slowly rubbed himself.
49 internally whimpered, hating how his body reacted to the length before him. He could no longer stop the way his hand finally reached his behind, slipping a finger between his crack. He circled his slick hole, causing him to silently gasp.
Still, he held back from sticking a finger inside as he only teases himself, rubbing his hole. His body burned as his hips unconsciously moved. He did not realize how close his body got to the floor until he felt his strained, leaking member rubbing against it.
The friction sent his nerves to hyperdrive.
Prince Cyn’s eyes darkened, looking black as he licked his lips. He did not realize how he started stepping forward while touching himself. The sight and smell enticed him, causing his mouth to water.
49 noticed Prince Cyn coming closer, causing the smell to hit stronger with each step. His body craved for an alpha, making his member leak more as drool escaped his mouth.
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Biting his tongue, 49 stopped his head leaning towards the enlarged member before him while opening his mouth. His mind kept saying to taste, but 49’s body did not want to. He kept reminding himself that he would not succumb to anyone.
He spent years controlling his heat, and the man before him ruined his years of work. Adding another finger, 49 started stretching his wet hole, pushing his fingers in deeper until only his knuckles showed.
His mouth slightly opened in a silent moan, but he swallowed down each sound.
Then, Prince Cyn reached over with his free hand, touching his face. Growling, 49 told himself to push the hand away. But his body finally stopped listening as he leaned closer to the touch, cooling his heated skin. He looked up with hooded angry eyes.
Prince Cyn watched his fingers move towards 49’s lips, rubbing against the bottom lip, causing the omega to open his mouth up more. His other hand did not falter on his member, moving faster from the wet plump lips tempting him.
He moved his thumb on the bottom lip, pushing down as he slowly thrust inside.
The movement caused 49 to jolt and snap.
He pulled his fingers out of himself before pushing Prince Cyn down, climbing on top of him. Prince Cyn’s member rested between his crack as he leaned forward, glaring at the alpha under him.
Prince Cyn kept his finger in 49’s mouth during the fall. 49 closed his mouth around the finger, biting down hard on it as he drew blood. Prince Cyn crazily laughed, digging his free hand into the ground. He would not touch the omega anymore until he begged. “Beg for me, 49.”
49 licked the blood off the finger before dropping it out his mouth. He leaned down until their faces were almost touching. They could feel each other’s breaths, especially with the way 49 was breathing hard. Prince Cyn took in 49’s flustered face, while 49 glared at Prince Cyn’s beautiful, crazed face.
He opened his mouth, finally speaking after many years. “I will never beg.” His voice sounded hoarse after not talking for a long time.
But even through the hoarseness, Prince Cyn could hear how pleasing it was.
While he saw Prince Cyn in his thoughts, 49 grabbed Prince Cyn’s member and lifted his hips. He sunk on the man, biting his lips as he frowned from the pain mixing with the pleasure. His mouth opened in a silent scream as he deeply pushed Prince Cyn inside.
He was not the only one affected, as Prince Cyn almost broke his nails against the ground, leaving scratch marks on them. His hands twitched, itching to grab the omega’s hips and fuck him until the only thing he knew was Prince Cyn’s name.
Speaking of names, Prince Cyn knew 49 was a bought slave—a Vinus.
“Tell me your name?” Prince Cyn asked. Although, it came out more like a demand.
Instead of answering, 49 moved his hips before he started riding the alpha, not caring for the pace. He deeply frowned in pleasure, leaning his hand on Prince Cyn’s chest. His fingers scrunched up the fabric in his hand, causing wrinkles as he continued riding the member inside him.
Each thrust caused 49’s leaking erection to rub against Prince Cyn’s clothed stomach. He closed his eyes, ignoring how his cries started filling the room. He wanted to grit his teeth and stop his descent into madness from the pleasure taking over his veins.
But even then, it still was not enough to satisfy the fire burning within him. He wanted—no, needed—the alpha to touch him while moving himself. His eyes looked at the alpha with hate and begging.
Prince Cyn silently groaned, not knowing how long he would last before snapping. But, he wanted the omega to beg for his touch. The begging mixed with hate he could see in the omega’s eyes turned him on more. He smugly smirked, “Beg me with your words. If you do it, I will help calm you.”
49 shook his head. He would not—could not—let himself beg with words. He kept moving his hips, riding faster, trying to calm the itch within him. 49 even slipped his hand between their bodies, grabbing his member as he rubbed himself.
His head fell against Prince Cyn’s shoulder as a raspy moan continued slipping out his mouth. The alpha’s enticing scent hit stronger, practically causing his mouth to water. As he moved his head, aiming for the alpha’s neck, a hand grabbed his throat.
The hand did not squeeze nor add any pressure as it moved his head away. His eyes met the alpha’s darkened, intense eyes filled with desire and unadulterated lust. “Beg me.” Prince Cyn demanded, using his pheromones against 49.
49 broke as he ripped Prince Cyn’s shirt, not caring that it was expensive fabric. He could continue fighting as he has always done. But, as he said before, no alpha has affected him as Prince Cyn did. The prince made it feel like this was his first heat that he could not control at all.
“Please.” 49 begged.
Prince Cyn beautifully and sadistically smiled. It showed who he was—a devil hiding behind an angelic appearance.
The alpha flipped them over, grabbing 49’s hips as he pounded into him without abandon, instantly hitting his sweet spot with accurate precision.
49’s toes curled while his eyes rolled back. He forgot how to breathe as his hands tore the back of Prince Cyn’s shirt so that his fingers could scratch against skin. His world became a mist of pleasure.
March 25, 1096
49 woke up on something soft as his body ached all over. But, it felt better than the heat that wanted to consume his body. He laid there for a second until he popped up, realizing where he was and what happened.
Opening his legs, 49 stuck his fingers in his hole, checking for any fluid.
“I did not release my seed in you.” A voice spoke near him.
49 grew tense as he pulled his fingers out while moving away with a glare; his eyes even looked around the room for a weapon.
“Keep looking around; I am not going to harm you.”
Glancing back at Prince Cyn, who wore different clothes than before, he did not believe the alpha. And the distrust surrounded his face, showing how he felt about Prince Cyn.
Prince Cyn laughed, making 49 think the alpha had a few loose screws. Something has been wrong with the prince ever since he told 49 he was exquisite.
“You don’t understand how perfect you are,” Prince Cyn moved closer, causing 49 to move back once more. 49 felt his body starting to heat up again. Prince Cyn did not care about 49 moving away from him, “If you won’t tell me your name, would you tell me what you want? I will give you anything.”
“The price?” 49 frowned after speaking as it hit him how his throat hurt from talking. It had been so long since he heard his voice out loud. And it still sounded hoarse and harsh.
Prince Cyn creepily smiled as he stretched out his arms, “The fall of every territory with us rising from the ashes.”
It was official—the prince is a maniac.
But don’t we like them a little crazy 🙃