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‘Endure.’ Laurent told himself as Damen looked about the room after the Regent’s men had straightened it back up. ‘Endure. He will try his escape and Jord will fetch him in the morning. I can endure until his patience is lost with his desire to escape for home. Breathe. Make him think he has the upper hand.’
Laurent adjusted himself on the wall as his legs grew weaker. He could feel heat bubble under his skin as something whined within him to be let out. It was like a neglected dog scratching at its master’s door, begging and crying as it continued to be ignored. Yet, the louder it became, the more it suffocated him. The prince swallowed and tried to keep his breathing steady as he felt the drug take its effect on him further.
“You’re injured.” Damen stated, his eyes glancing over him. Laurent wasn’t dressed in his usual fully covered attire, but a loose dress shirt that was open in the front. A pendant Damen didn’t usually see exposed along with the prince’s pale chest. For some reason Laurent seemed more enticing to Damen with only a little more than usual skin exposed. He looked away before he got too lost in his ideal type.
Even if the prince was a good actor, the side effects were becoming more apparent the more he resisted them. “No.” He straightened himself, his body threatening to collapse from the slightest movement. Damen took a step closer to him out of curiosity. It took all of Laurent’s power to not jerk back in response. The thought of the Prince Killer being only a breath away from him, unchained, churned his stomach. ‘Breathe. He doesn’t know you have already discovered his identity. He is just being overly curious.’
One of his hands reached up and squeezed his pendant in reassurance. “Unless, we are counting you almost breaking my arm.” He gave Damen an accusatory look, his brow lifting in question. “No? Then I’m fine.” Laurent tried to keep his gaze firm on the other, not wanting to show his hand. He did feel like an idiot for not noticing the slight tint of the water he drank. He was always so careful, but he was completely exhausted from all the negotiations and feasts. Settling with a book sounded divine, but he knew better. He could never let his guard down. This situation was only proof of that.
“Not injured, but poisoned.” Damen was always sharper when Laurent wished he wasn’t. He was already moving to the cup he had discarded and Laurent swore under his breath. The slave picked up the goblet and looked at what remained on the inside. “This is an Akielon drug.” He sounded slightly surprised by that. “It’s used for-”
“I know what it is used for.” Laurent tried to get the man to stop talking, not wanting to hear anymore about what was happening to him. The prince took a shaky breath and moved his eyes to avoid his slaves.
Damen let his gaze roam over Laurent more slowly this time, able to note the symptoms a little better after realizing the cause. “How are you still standing? Sure, it is made for training omegas, but it can put an alpha in a rut if generously administered. The hue of the cup tells me-”
“Enough!” Laurent shouted at him, his pheromones flaring out in irritation. Damen jumped back, his pupils narrowing to slits as his own dominant pheromones retaliated back. Though, it wasn’t that he felt threatened. His own body began to feel hot as though he was reacting to an omega’s heat. Before it could react even more, Laurent had quickly reeled them back in. He knew that he needed to remain in control of himself until he was alone. The prince gave an annoyed look and adjusted his posture.“Have you had your fill yet? Getting your shots in while you can? How honorable of an Akelon soldier toying with the weak.” His sharp blue eyes narrowed on the slave. “Don’t you dare think I would ever let you take advantage of the situation. I will rip your throat out through that collar of yours.”
“Take advantage of you?” Damen laughed at the thought. “I'd rather be tied back to the flogging post.”
“How masochistic of you to prefer a whip over my cock.” Laurent scoffed as he looked away from the man. “You seemed to have liked my talents in the garden not too long ago.”
“It might have been your game, but not your talents.” Damen’s cheeks slightly flushed as he tried his best to not imagine Ancel’s hot mouth swallowing him up as Laurent guided him. The prince almost seemed offended by his choice. Almost.
“The song of an orchestra is the product of the conductor.” The prince watched the man stiffen. “Without him, it's just inconsistent noise. Ancel is a clumsy boy desperate to find a new contract. He could never thoroughly satisfy anyone without being properly led.”
“And you would know?” Damen shot at him. Laurent stiffened and tried to hide his own flush. “I’d be surprised if a virgin like yourself enjoyed such luxuries.”
“Your insults are quite lacking. If you plan on surviving here you’ll need a few lessons of etiquette from Nicaise.” Laurent’s eyes lightened as a smile lit up his face. “Under these circumstances, maybe I could show you who the real virgin would be.”
The slave just looked at his master. There was no winning with him. Only continued denial and insults. Damen sighed and turned towards the door. “I’m leaving. Lock the door behind me if you don’t wish to be caught pleasuring yourself.”
Laurent scoffed at the comment but his face hinted at his embarrassment from his momentary slip up. He would rather go through another court hearing than have anyone ever find out about this! The prince watched the slave begin to move away from him. Details he never really looked at caught his eye. The way Damen’s back flexed as he turned away. How large his hands were as they clenched into a fist. Laurent’s heart picked up as he could feel the lingering alpha pheromones press against his nose. “Wait!” The word left his lips before his mind articulated what he was doing. He reached out for Damen, with full intent to touch him. A desperate look in his eyes as though begging him to not leave him. His balance was thrown off and he caught himself on the sofa he had been reading on. Out of breath and out of time. Something pushed him to say, “You can’t go now. If you leave my residence, it will be like an admission to guilt. If they catch you outside of the palace, I cannot protect you as I am right now.”
“You? Protect me?” Damen couldn’t believe what he just heard. He turned around and gave his master a bewildered look. “There’s no need for that, you know.” He folded his arms as he scanned Laurent. “I saved you. That's it. There’s no debt hanging over your head.”
“Of course there is.” He said through gritted teeth. “Nothing is free. Especially not a life.”
“Then what do you expect me to ask of you? My freedom?” Damen lifted his brow at him. “You’d never give it to me. So, I’m taking it.” He walked to the door and opened it. The slave couldn’t help but pause. ‘Is this right? Should I just leave him here like this? He can barely stand on his own....’ Damianos only hesitated a moment before he said, “Take care, Laurent.” With that, he left. Heading towards his long awaited freedom.
Laurent choked out a sigh of relief as he fell to the floor with a thump! The room was so hot, and everything was spinning. His iron grip had now crumbled as he tried to regain himself. He was overwhelmed and needed IT off. He couldn’t last any longer trapped like this. Laurent grabbed the pendant that sat on his chest and ripped it off over his head. As the chain slipped off his hair, golden ears popped up on his head. The prince breathed heavily as the heat began to take him.
“Dammit…” He cursed as he tried to climb onto the sofa. He managed his elbows and leaned his chest into it. His fox-like ears were pinned back from his discomfort. It had been so long since he last had a heat, he honestly didn’t think he could handle its intensity. “I can do this… I can manage on my own…” Laurent tried to soothe himself as he mentally prepared to satisfy his own needs. Ordering the apartments to be cleared was the right move, but now his slave had used this opportunity to escape. The prince couldn’t think about that right now. Everything hurt. His mind barely able to stay clear as he tried desperately to not fall under the spell of his own pheromones.
“Come on…” He whined as he tried to push himself up more, but his resistance from earlier zapped the last of his strength. “Get up…”
Going with the position of kneeling, his hands moved to the lacing of his pants and fumbled with the knot. His hands shook, failing the knot multiple times before finally getting it. He untied it and swiftly pulled them down, catching on his boots. A silk tail swished against the ground as it unfurled from his pants. He pulled on his boots, wiggling his foot desperately to get it out. He managed one and soon after, the second. The shoes were thrown across the room. He managed to get his pants off, his knees pressing the cold tiles. “Fuck…” He whined as he began to feel the slick slide down his leg. The grotesque feeling that made him tremble in a way he hated. Such submissive behavior wanted to make him vomit, dangerous memories brushing his mind.
He tried to regain himself, pushing away the dark thoughts that would make everything much worse. Laurent pressed his head into the couch cushions as he tried to stop the world from spinning. “I can’t… I can’t do this…” He had begun to hyperventilate as a panic attack threatened to take over him. Before he could stop it, he felt the bile shoot up his throat. He threw up next to his leg. The man shakily wiped his mouth and forced himself with all his remaining strength onto the cushions. Laurent wiped off any liquid that got on his skin. He laid with his back on the armrest, doing his best to control the jitters from his nausea. His hands found his face, his pupils narrowed to slits as he tried to calm down.
“Fuck… Please, stop.” One of his hands moved to his neck, feeling the grooves of a scar under his hair, the omega trying to find comfort in these moments of terror. His nails dug into his fair skin as he shut his eyes tightly.
‘What is this?’ The voice was clear as a bell, sending shivers through him. ‘Don’t worry I can make it stop. Come here, Laurent.’
“Go away!” His voice sounded desperate and scared. Curling into himself to pull away from this overwhelming reality. “I can do this without him!” He growled through gritted teeth. “I can survive without him…” Claw marks from his own fingers ran over his scar.
Laurent did his best to take a long, deep breath. It was shaky, but he managed to get it in and out. His hands were trembling as he brought them down slowly. He looked down at his shirt that barely covered his pulsing erection. His ears were pinned back in frustration. It was just a few hours of enduring this pseudo heat. If the real thing was triggered after being repressed for so long, he would be in much bigger trouble.
‘When was the last time that bastard touched me?’
He slowly slid his hand under his shirt to lightly stroke his own cock. The young man jerked at how sensitive he had felt himself become. He tried to keep calm as he steadied his breathing. Letting his fingers rub over the tender skin, Laurent whined as pleasure prickled through him. His fingertips brushing over the leaking tip, he felt his body spasm.
“Fuck!” His toes curled as he shuddered, his dick pulsed with his heartbeat that was trying to run out of his chest. He pressed the back of his head against the armrest and whimpered. “I hate this… I hate this!” He forced another deep breath, trying to reset. “I am allowed to cum… There is nothing wrong with wanting to cum.” Laurent slowly flipped over and crawled up the armrest. He used it to balance himself. Lifting his tail, Laurent reached a hand back and touched his dripping hole. He couldn’t help the whine that left him as he only rubbed the entrance. “You are not filthy… this is natural.” The prince tried to encourage himself as he took another breath.
He slipped a finger inside and pressed his walls. His body trembled as he tried to remain in control of his instincts. He was getting eager and skipped to three fingers despite the sting of the stretch, trying to reach up toward his pulsing womb. “Ah…” He sighed out and moved his other hand down to his cock. Using his precum to rub up and down it. His timing between his hands were at first off as he tried to pleasure himself, but slowly a rhythm began to build. He then picked up the pace, finally meeting the aching feeling inside of him. He moaned loudly as the pleasure quickly overwhelmed him. “Ngah!!” He cried out loudly as he came from both sides. Laurent tried to catch his breath and his eyes began to sting as he felt this heat become worse.
“Why did this happen?” He murmured, removing his hands and began to shake from fear.
‘An omega born from our dominant blood? How shameful you are. All you will be good for is spreading your legs for other kingdoms. I should properly train such a filthy child like you so you won’t be a waste afterall.’
“Go away… Don’t touch me…” He gripped the armrest tightly. “Stop… I’m scared…”
The door suddenly opened behind him and the prince froze. His head then shot toward it and saw his second worst enemy staring at him in pure shock. ‘Fuck! Why did you come back?! You were supposed to try and escape. Why would you come back to help me?!’ Laurent tried to remain calm on the outside, but his heat was making it hard to breathe.
“I… Uh, thought someone was in here.” Damen raised a hand to cover his nose as Laurent’s dominant pheromones hit him. His red eyes fell over the slender figure that was on full display in front of him. Golden pointed ears and a silk paint brush tail like a fox. No wonder he never ran around in his ancestral form like those below him. He couldn’t because he was an omega. How did Damen not notice sooner? The Veretians were well known for their perfumes and magical items, of course it would be easy for the Crown Prince of Vere to hide such an important secret. If it got out that he was an omega, he would immediately lose favor with his people even though he is a dominant one. Omega’s were only meant for entertainment and breeding, no one would ever follow one as their king.
“I told you to lock the door.” He said as he shut and locked it behind him. Damen looked around a bit wondering if he should barricade it. The whole residence had been cleared out, so it wasn’t necessary. “Nicaise was worried, so I came back.”
The prince slowly moved to his feet, his shirt falling low enough to cover his overeager cock. What was with this calm reaction? Had he already seen through him before this moment? Impossible. The Crown Prince’s guard didn’t even know his long guarded secret. The only ones in the know were the Regent, Pascal, and Nicaise. Laurent’s eyes narrowed in disdain. ‘That brat must have let something slip.’
“Get out! Now!” He breathed heavily, but it was too late. Damen was unconsciously already releasing his pheromones in response to Laurent’s estrus cycle. His legs gave out and he caught himself on the sofa. His body was already reacting to the alpha in front of him, slick leaking from him as his womb pulsed excitedly. The poison overwhelmed him and he was feeling sick again. “Don’t come near me!” He whined, genuine fear hinting in his voice.
“Laurent… I won’t hurt you. Let me help.” Damen slowly approached his master like he was a timid animal.
“Help? By sticking your cock in me?” He grit his teeth as he tried to stand straight. “I knew you couldn’t resist the opportunity. Not having your head rubbed enough to your liking!”
“I’m doing this for you! I swear I won’t tell anyone that you're an omega. You can lash me again if I do.” He grabbed Laurent’s arm and pulled him towards himself. The heat wafted into Damien’s face and he held his breath. He had experienced many omega heats, but a dominant’s was far more intense. He swallowed hard, keeping his composure. “You can’t go on like this. It will get worse the more you resist.”
“Shut up!” Laurent shouted and tried to push out of the alpha’s grip, but he couldn’t. “Don’t touch me! Filth of Akielon!” He lurched at Damen and bit his hand. The slave immediately let go, but the prince collapsed back to the floor.
“You ungrateful brat!” Damen shouted down at him as his alpha pheromones shot out. Laurent jerked back, choking on the intensity. He became covered in sweat as the room spun around.
‘Why is that happening?’ He tried to catch his breath as he wiped his forehead. ‘Why are his pheromones so much worse?’
The slave looked away ashamed and took a deep breath before he could look back at his pitiful master. “You’re incredibly lucky it was me who came here and not someone far worse. At least I’ll respect you as I help you.”
Laurent glared up at the slave, still gripping his iron will with everything he has to not jump on the dick of his brother’s killer. “Thank you for your generous words, but I don’t need it- What are you doing! Let go!” Damen bent down and scooped Laurent in his arms easily. He walked him towards his bed and set him on it.
“Now, be good.” Damianos began to release soothing pheromones to try and help Laurent calm down. He pulled on his silk robes and dropped them to the floor. The slave was only wearing his golden collar and cuffs as he stared down at the omega. “You should ready yourself. I won’t be leaving until the poison is out of you.”
Laurent’s tail and ears shot up, ready to give his slave the tongue lashing of a lifetime for touching him, but then he felt it. The man’s pheromones stroked his nose as the nausea began to fade from him. He looked up at the alpha mystified. These were the first alpha pheromones that didn’t make him puke. They actually had the opposite effect. He watched the slave undress and give him commands. Laurent scoffed, actually regaining a little of his control back. “You dare command your master? Was that lashing not enough to condition your behaviors?” He slowly scooted to the opposite edge of the bed. “Looks like I’ll have to be more severe with your punishments. Now, lay on your back. I’ll be on top.” The slave stared at the prince, a stunned look on his face from the change in attitude. “You’ve already committed to fulfilling your duty as my pet. And I obviously have no other options.” He raised his hand, flush on his pale cheeks. “Now, attend me.”
Damen sighed and crawled onto the bed, following Laurent’s command to lay on his back. Such was insulting for an alpha, to be submissive and dominated by the omega was not a common play Damen was used to. He laid his palms to the sheets and opened himself for Laurent to climb onto him.
The omega watched him and slowly made his own move. First letting his delicate touch run over Damen’s muscles. Getting his skin used to his. He couldn’t rush because he already knew the result of it. He climbed onto his waist. Damen stiffened as he felt Laurent’s slick cover his hip. ‘He was already this wet?’ Flush came to his cheeks as he could feel his excitement already springing up. His arms began to raise, fingers wanting to stroke up the omega’s sides.
“Don’t touch me without my permission.” Laurent snapped, using his pheromones to discourage the alpha, and he obeyed. He sat back a little and could already feel his slave’s growing cock rub against his ass. The prince felt his heart pick up as he swallowed thickly. The heat began to warm his skin again, as his desire craned its head. His stomach churned at the memory of the last time a dick rubbed against him. He placed his hand on his mouth to keep from vomiting again. ‘Don’t think of him right now.’ His hand slid to the back of his neck. Trying to sooth himself by rubbing the grooves of his scar. ‘Focus on the enemy in front of you. His cock is definitely bigger.’
“Why did you come back?” Laurent asked, trying to distract himself. “And don’t use Nicaise as an excuse.” He let his hands wander over Damen’s chest as he tried to build up his nerve to let someone fuck him. “You had your freedom just in your reach and chose to come back and fuck a man that flogged you. I might be a rare lay, but I still assume freedom is more appealing than having your dick frozen off.”
Damen felt himself stiffen as the familiar comment Laurent’s men would joke about. “I thought it would be worse for you to suffer alone.” He was getting antsy at the slow pace. It took most of his strength to control himself.
“Bullshit,” Laurent could feel his entrance getting impatient, though he was still not mentally prepared. He raised onto his knees and felt Damen’s tip rub against his hole. “You just wanted to fuck me, knowing that I can’t resist after being poisoned. Maybe you were in on it.” He knew the goody-two-shoes alpha had nothing to do with the plot to kill him. His uncle just used a pawn he knew Laurent would struggle with the most.
Damen frowned, annoyed at the accusation. “Why do you only assume the worst of people?”
“It is better to assume the worst and be right than be surprised by their betrayal.” Laurent took a deep breath. “It’s better to trust no one and be alone, you could never betray yourself.”
“You are right now. Fucking a pet.” Letting your brother’s killer inside you, he didn't say.
Laurent felt the sting of that one, riling him a little. “Shut up. I don’t want to hear another word from you. I’m only doing this because I have to. Oh,” He glared down at the pet. “If you cum in me, you’ll have more to worry about than a simple lashing.” The prince was hesitant as he had his slave’s cock pressed to his hole. He knew what needed to be done, but no one had entered him in years. ‘Just get this over with. Use him and then be done with it. It will be fine. Just breathe.’
Like ripping off a bandaid, Laurent made the decision to shove it inside. He gasped as pain shot through him, his eyes welled up with tears as he began to breathe heavily.
“Agh! What are you doing?!” Damen went to reach his hands out to take Laurent’s waist. The sudden entry was made unpleasant by the friction. “Why are you in such a hurry?”
The prince smacked them away as he tried to catch his breath. “Don’t touch me!”
“That’s enough! Let me just help you!” Damen flipped them over and pressed his master into the sheets. Pale skin contrasting the dark blue silks. But his icy gaze pierced through him. “Don’t fight me. I’ve helped many omegas through their actual heats. Just relax, close your eyes, and picture someone else if you need to.”
“You!” Laurent tried to push him off, but he was far too weak. He flinched when Damen began to pull himself out. “Why are you taking it out?! Just fuck me and be done with it!”
“Would you shut up for once!” The slave switched his cock for his fingers. “I’m a lot bigger than you think and I’ll tear you if you keep trying to force it in.”
‘It wasn’t all the way in?’ Laurent’s face was flushed as his belly was up. He hated being on his back, but his stomach was worse. He felt two of his fingers round his rim before gently pressing inside. Laurent’s leg clung to Damen’s waist and they clenched anxiously. He bit his lip to prevent a moan from leaving him. He definitely could not allow this man to hear him.
“Are you even breathing? Relax or you’re going to break my fingers.” Damen couldn’t believe what he was doing. Of all the people to fuck, why did it have to be Laurent? His uncle was set on the idea of the prince pleasuring himself with him, but was it because of the fact that he was actually an omega? He was pulled out of his thoughts as he felt Laurent suck him deeper, his whole hand covered in slick. “Are you really not a virgin?”
“Why does it matter?” Laurent’s back stiffened as he felt the fingers find their way deeper inside him. Any further and he might not be able to remain in control.
“I suppose not, but you’re taking me so well. I’m a little surprised.” The slave curled his fingers and watched the prince lose it for a moment. His saliva began to gather in his mouth as Damen began to feel hungry. His hips ached to thrust into something.
Laurent’s back arched as he felt the fingertips press his womb. An unrecognizable spark going through him. The pleasure of it was different. Damen drew back and pressed his third. A moan shot out of him and the prince quickly covered his mouth. He glared at the man who pushed his fingers deeper, his face bright red in embarrassment.
“There it is. You don’t have to hold back with me.” Damen grinned at him. “You know I won’t tell a soul about this. Ever.” He pulled his fingers out and slicked up his erection. “I’m going to put it in now. Do you want to face away from me?” The slave began to help Laurent move onto his stomach.
The prince grip him tightly with his legs. “N-No!” He shouted and looked frantic. Laurent adjusted himself and completely laid on his back. He let go with his legs and spread himself open. “I can only do it facing you.” He looked away, looking uneasy. “Trust me, I wish I could do it another way, but you’ll have to settle with looking at my face. You can close your eyes if you need to.”
Damen watched him curiously. Laurent was being strange. He knew that sex was probably way too much for the prince to handle, but he was acting much stranger than that being the reason. “As you command.” He held his cock to the entrance and slowly pushed in. The hole was hot and extremely tight, even after trying to stretch him out. “Take a deep breath and relax.”
“I know! Just shut up already, and do your job.” Laurent took a shaky breath as he felt his pet push his way inside of him. His pheromones sparked up again, now desiring the cock being swallowed into him. It filled him completely as it pressed deeper. The prince whined as the pain he felt earlier was being rubbed away. “Fuck…” He muttered under his breath as it began to feel good. He felt his body squirm as it wanted to move more. ‘Deeper, I want it deeper.’ The omega lost control of his steady breathing.
“Does it still hurt? I can go slower?” Damen began to pull back out, but Laurent wrapped his legs around his waist and thrusted him forward. The cock slid quickly back in and deep. Laurent cried out loudly as sparks shot up his spine. Cum spurting out on his stomach as he came a second time. Damen’s legs trembled as pleasure coursed through him. The master’s hands gripped the sheets as he stared up at his pet. His gaze filled with new lustful desires as his heat began to take over his mind. It was a look Damen had never seen before.
“You’re too far away.” Laurent muttered and reached his hands up. “Come here.” Damen looked at him confused and then leaned down. The prince wrapped his arms around his neck as he looked up at him. “I want you deeper. Fill me completely with you.” Laurent nuzzled Damen’s cheek and wiggled his hips. His tail stroked against the slave’s backside. “Hurry, I can’t take it anymore.”
The pet hesitated. Laurent’s words were usually crude, but he never spoke with desire. Was it the poison that was making him so out of sorts? “As you wish.” He pressed back against Laurent’s face and rolled his hips back, able to sink them slightly deeper as he rolled back in.
“Aah! More! Fill me more!” Laurent moved his own hips trying to make the alpha keep going. “Breed me. I want you to fill me with everything.” The prince pulled his head back and gave Damen a desperate look. “Kiss me.” He breathed heavily as he tried to pull the alpha to him. “It always looks so nice, I want to try it. Kiss me.”
“You’ve never kissed anyone?” Damen sounded confused.
Laurent shook his head, eyes filled with lustful exploration. “Not on the lips.”
The slave was wary of how much he should actually give his master. He didn’t see them developing anything deeper. Things weren’t adding up though. While Damen was in his thoughts, Laurent grew impatient and lurched forward. He bit the alpha’s lip.
“Don’t get distracted while you’re fucking me. That’s rude.” He managed to bring the slave further down. “Don’t think, just bury yourself into me.” Laurent then kissed him, messy and inexperienced. Damen sighed into him as he ground his hips into the prince. Laurent moaned as he was hungry for more.
“Open your mouth.” Damen had pulled back slightly to give his master a command. Their roles seeming to reverse in their passion. The prince didn’t hesitate and parted his lips. He was then guided through how better a kiss can feel. Laurent’s legs tightened on his waist as he felt himself getting close again.
“Faster!” He moaned, wanting to chase his climax.“Right there! Ahn! Yes!” Laurent clenched on Damen and coated the cock in fresh slick as he came from his ass. He pulled back, trying to catch his breath as his body trembled. Laurent gave the man above him a tired smile. Damen’s heart swelled, never having seen him smile before. “Can you… help me up?” He panted, as his golden locks looked darker with sweat, his fox ears tipping forward in exhaustion.
Damen hadn’t climaxed yet, but knew better than to do so inside the prince. He moved himself back and sat down. He pulled himself out and helped Laurent sit up. Laurent threw an unreadable look at him and then crawled onto his lap.
“Why did you take it out? I haven’t felt you cum inside yet.” He put his hands on Damen’s shoulders and tried to press the cock back in. But the slave stopped him.
“Laurent, I shouldn’t. More importantly, how are you feeling?” He felt his forehead, the fever seeming to be down. “It hasn’t been long enough to have the drug sweated out. We can try something else-“
“Of course you should!” Laurent looked like an annoyed drunk. “How else will I get pregnant? I want you to cum inside. I want you to fill me completely, Damen.”
The alpha trembled as the omega tried to press himself back on his cock. He froze and gave Laurent a wide eyed look. He never used his name before, and to use it in this context. He shivered as he was swallowed again. “Fuck…” He muttered as he put his hands on the omega’s hips.
“What? Do you like it?” Laurent chuckled as he watched the alpha, not acting like his usual, cold self. His blue eyes a darker shade as his ears sat up tall on his head as he continued to tease the alpha. “I can say it as many times as you want, Damen.” He leaned in and kissed his neck. “Damen. Oh, Damen! Fuck me till I can’t walk.” He nipped at the alpha’s neck as his tail wagged behind him. “Mate me full of your children. Strong alphas like you. Release deep inside me, Damen!” He moaned as he felt his slave’s cock reach his womb. “Mate me! Keep him away from me.” Laurent pulled back and gave Damen a desperate look. “I want you, Damen. No one else could satisfy me but you.”
Such begging was Damien’s weakness. To be wanted and desired for so much more. He honestly didn’t think that Laurent meant any of the words he was pleading, but there was a fraction of himself that hoped that he did. A foolish part that only now just started to raise its head.
“Will you continue to hate me even after this?” Damen asked as he pulled his waist back watching the omega shiver as the cock slid its way out. His ears tipping back as his breath caught in his throat.
“Of course.” Laurent whined, his blue eyes half lidded as he pressed his weight back down. “I will never stop hating you. I want to make you suffer and be responsible for your death, because I hate you so much.”
The scene didn’t make sense to Damen. The Crown Prince of Vere was riding his cock as he spoke of his hatred for him. What could he have done to deserve it? Damianos knew a strong reason, but did that mean Laurent knew his true identity? Or he just hated Akelos so much he blamed everyone for his brother’s death?
“Then why let me touch you? Why let someone you hate do these kind of things?”
Laurent stopped moving and looked at his slave. “It’s not the first time someone I’ve hated has done ‘these kinds of things’ to me.” He raised his hand and traced Damien’s jaw. “But you are the kindest alpha I’ve met. So maybe that’s why.” His voice became soft as his face contorted in pain. “Maybe that’s why I want you.” He whined and cupped the alpha’s face. “You give me such hope that I want to believe you. I want to trust you.” Laurent leaned down. “Make me trust you.” He pressed his lips to Damen’s and pressed against him.
The slave wasn’t sure what he should do, but his heart began to ache for Laurent. There was so much he was taking in about the prince, but had little time to process it. He didn’t know how having sex with Laurent would ‘make him trust him,’ but maybe soothing him during his weakest point was the only way. So, that’s what he was going to do.
Damen kissed Laurent back and rocked his hips. He fed the prince’s hunger as their lips pressed harder, both suddenly becoming desperate. He felt Laurent’s moans against his skin. He broke away from him and began to kiss his bare neck. Leaving kiss marks that bruised easily on his pale skin. Then he bit the front of his throat, Laurent crying out in pleasure.
“Yes! More!” He bounced himself on Damen’s lap. “Harder! I want to feel nothing but you.”
His slave grabbed his waist and forced him down. The sound of slapping fleshing echoing in the room as Damen thrusted harder. He was breathing was heavy as he felt heat rising up through him.
“Laurent.” He groaned as he kissed his chest. “I’m going to cum. Don’t move.” Damen moved his hips as quickly as he could. Laurent held himself still as the alpha was reaching his limit. The slave managed to pull out and cum between them, his abdomen clenching at his release. His head dropped to Lauren’t shoulder as he tried to catch his breath.
The omega’s ears tipped up as he looked down at the mess. “Why did you do that? Such a waste.” He touched the white substance, his tail swaying against the sheets. He lifted his coated fingertip to his tongue and licked it up. The sour taste was not at all good, but he felt a warmth in belly. His darkened, blue eyes staring at him intensely. “Again. I want you again.” Laurent demanded as he was already forcing the alpha back inside of him. “And don’t pull out this time.”
***
Damen sat next to Laurent after he cleaned up. The omega’s body was freshly wiped, but covered in bruising and reddened bite marks. The alpha chuckled as he looked at the small wins he got to have over his master. It was no lashing, but it was enough for now. His golden hair was like a halo around his head though his ears were more like horns of a devil. He didn’t like this prince in the slightest. He did terrible things to him, but he couldn’t help but not want to run away anymore. Like a single night of mating had a tight grip on his heart now. God, Damen was hopeless romantic with lays like these.
Laurent turned in his sleep, his hair sticking to the pillow. “Mmm, don’t… go.” He mumbled in his sleep. Damen’s hand reached out and ran his fingers through his soft hair. Never been able to be this close to the prince with being struck or cursed at.
“You are very beautiful, your highness.” Damen smiled, wondering if there would ever be a day where they could look at each other as equals. Maybe if he could go back to being a prince, that there was a chance they could mate. Maybe put an end to the long feuds between their kingdoms. Damen shook his head, “It can never be like that. I lost that chance the moment I killed…” I killed your brother, he didn’t say.
He then felt something strange on Laurent’s neck. The Crown Prince was always bundled so tight, even his neck was never shown. He had been facing him the whole time, he didn’t notice the scar. His finger moved down and felt over the grooves. Damen suddenly drew it back as though he was burned. His eyes widening as he realized it was a bite mark. Laurent had already been mated. His heart began to speed up. He needed to leave. He needed to get out of here.
Damianos stood from the bed, already wearing his silk, slave clothes. He reached the door and came to a halt as he heard Laurent sleep talk again. His hand froze over the handle as his blood went cold.
“Please don’t go, uncle.”