Note: (3/6) of mass release. There is more coming, but it will be out later in the day (it is three pm here; I am central time). I am going to watch Spider-Man with my family real quick, then will write the last three chapters once I get back home.
March 23, 1096
Ghost quickly left the brothel with the omega he bought with him. His stomach felt sick from sleeping with Madam Cini, but at least he finished his job.
It is not his first time sleeping with someone for his job, but Madam Cini is someone he never wanted to sleep with; that omega was too cunning for his own good.
After stopping in the empty dark alley with the omega, he finally looked at her. She was beautiful and exotic, enough to capture the attention of a king. “What is your name?” He asked the calm omega.
Working in the red district took the fear away from the people here. They are already doing all they can to survive, so why should they fear anything else?
“Orinthia, sir.” The omega bowed after introducing herself.
Ghost pulled out a note and a pouch filled with money. “You are no longer a prostitute. You will buy clothes and blend in with the working class. You will journey to Crocia and catch the attention of King Regin—become his concubine and get pregnant. Do you understand?”
Orinthia nodded without any arguments on her lips. Ghost hummed, handing over the note and pouch to her, “All the things you need are there. Make sure to follow the instructions on the notes closely.”
The omega grabbed the items, pocketing them, and before she could go, Ghost quickly grabbed her neck, slamming her against the wall as a dark aura surrounded him.
For the first time, the omega felt fear as she trembled.
“If you try to run, I will kill you, so don’t think about it. I will know, Orinthia.”
“I-I won’t.” Orinthia stuttered, breathing hard through her nose as she tried to gain air.
“Good.” Ghost let her go, watching her slide to the ground while coughing. She held her throat, trying to regain her lost air. When she finished, she stood up. Then she looked down while showing her submission.
“You can go.”
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Silently clicking his tongue, River took off his mask, ignoring Prince Nabu’s questions as he picked up Kiyt. He grew annoyed at the man trying to fight in front of their son. Kiyt did not need to see nor hear it.
He walked Kiyt to his room, entering as he set the boy on the bed. “Papa, why you stink?” Kiyt asked. He did not mean anything harsh; he genuinely wanted to know.
That is why River did not get offended.
He ran his hand through his son’s hair, offering him a smile, “It is nothing, love. I just rolled in something bad. But, I promise to take a shower and smell better for you.”
“Oh, okay. I want papa’s scent again.” Kiyt nodded.
River kissed Kiyt’s forehead, “You will.” He left the room to speak with Prince Nabu about his behavior.
After the conversation, he left annoyed. River never found sex enjoyable until he laid with Prince Nabu, not that the man needed to know. Sex was part of being a hidden assassin; you had to get information no matter what.
But it always disgusted River when he did it.
Until he had sex with Prince Nabu three years ago, River never felt so good before in his life. They had sex from night to morning with barely any breaks. It was the first for River.
And that is why he needed to keep pushing the man away. He will not stop him from seeing Kiyt because that is his son, too. But, they could not become closer. River has already broken the rules; he doesn’t need to keep falling down a drowning pit while adding that man to the problem.
He wished he could rip his heart out and lock it away. It would have been so much easier if he let his emotions slide away like the water running into his drain.
As he let the water continue to clean away the omega’s touch, his bathroom door opened. Prince Nabu entered and started stripping.
River could stop him, but what else could the water wash away when the omega rubbed his seed over his chest? Nothing.
The only thing that could wash it away, for now, was Prince Nabu.
Prince Nabu entered the shower, wrapping his arms around him. River pressed against the nude body behind him, almost trembling from the touch that could burn him from within.
Why did it have to be him that ignited something within River that should have laid dormant? Why did it have to be him that gave him something he wished for since he was three—a family?
They could never be—an assassin for a Prince Cyn and a prince from the enemy territory; it would burn faster than a forest fire if someone caught them.
That is why he could not stop certain words from leaving his lips: “I will never love you, Nabu.”
“I know.” He heard echoing through the bathroom and his mind.
No, you will never know because you continue to push me deeper and deeper into the ocean. Please, don’t let me drown in you.
Tears slid down his cheeks, mixing with the water as he felt lips kissing his neck. One simple touch of soft lips was all it took for him to break. Turning around, River wrapped his arms around Prince Nabu, catching lips he thought about almost every night.
Dreams should have always stayed as dreams, so why does reality taste sweeter than any sweets he had?
Lips quickly moved against his, devouring him as he slightly opened his mouth, letting the tongue slip through the cracks.
Tongues slowly slid against each other, igniting a spark that had both trembling. They couldn’t even do slow anymore as their tongues began tangling like a dance before exploring every inch of each other’s mouth.
Hands slid down River’s legs before moving back up to his behind, gripping the cheeks as the hands, connected to arms, lifted River.
River wrapped his legs around Nabu’s waist as his nails dug into Nabu’s back. Nabu pushed them against the tile walls, grinding against River as their rigid members rubbed against each other.
Moaning, River separated the kiss, leaning his head back while breathing hard. Nabu quickly attacked his neck, leaving marks as he sucked and bit every inch of skin he latched on.
River moved to grip his shoulders, moving his hips against Nabu as the friction drove him crazy. He did not want foreplay. He wanted—needed—Nabu in him now.
“I cannot wait, Nabu. Please,” He shamelessly begged.
Nabu grabbed the liquid soap, pouring some on fingers before sticking one inside River. He moved his finger in and out the tight hole, stretching him. River groaned, dropping his forehead on Nabu’s forehead while relaxing himself. It has been a while since he last used his backside.
It did not take long for Nabu to add a second finger, hitting a spot that made River almost scream. “Ah! M-More. Please hurry.” He pleaded, rocking his hips on the fingers in him. His rocking kept rubbing their erections against each other.
Nabu let out a moan, feeling his resolve slipping away as he added another finger, stretching River wider. River could no longer wait as he grabbed the liquid soap, pouring some in his hand. He grabbed Nabu’s erection between them, rubbing it as he pulled away Nabu’s fingers.
He lifted his hips while keeping his back against the wall and his legs still secured around Nabu. River positioned Nabu’s erections towards his hole before sinking on it.
Nabu moaned, slamming his hand on the wall as his other one held River’s hip. River was breathing hard through his nose as he took Nabu into his still tight hole.
The warm, tight heat surrounding his member almost had Nabu climaxing.
Once he had every inch of Nabu in him, River adjusted himself as his eye twitched from the pleasure and pain. When he felt fine, River looked Nabu in the eye before nodding. “I want it hard and fast.” He told him.
Nabu started thrusting in him, moving faster each time he pushed back inside. He used both his hands to hold onto River’s hips as he pounded into him without abandon.
River mouth laid open in a silent scream as his head tilted back, almost slamming against the wall. His toes curled as his whole body shook from pain and pleasure mixing together.
He felt alive; he felt everything.
His eyes rolled back as he started leaving scratch marks on Nabu’s strong back; he could feel the muscles flexing under his fingertips.
Pulling his head back down, River looked at Nabu. And Nabu was already peering back at him, watching his reactions. They deeply stared each other in the eyes as they could see everything but nothing at all.
Nabu captures his lips, consuming him, and right then, River knew he drowned.
Who can save him from this man? Because River cannot save himself—whoever thought the drowning could feel so good?
