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In this world, besides the primary genders male and female, humans also come with one of three secondary genders – alpha, beta and omega.
In a very simplified way to explain it, alphas are essentially men on steroids while omegas are women on steroids.
More specifically, alphas are drawn to omegas, go through rut periods and have a higher tendency for protective, possessive and territorial behavior. They tend to be bigger and larger than the average human individual and their physique is greatly enhanced for physical labor. Alphas are traditionally recognized as providers and protectors due to their natural tendencies.
Omegas on the other hand are also drawn to alphas and go through heat periods. They tend to have enhanced parental inclinations, greater understanding of emotions and are seen as the peace keepers within social circles. In exchange for a body better suited for pregnancies and births, they are slightly physically weaker than the average human individual.
Depending on perspective, betas can be described as the default or as subdued versions of alphas and omegas. While alphas and omegas produce special pheromones in order to communicate with each other on that special level and thus also have a greater capacity to detect them, betas are not privy to them. Every human individual has a natural, personal scent, but betas neither produces nor perceive pheromones.
Due to all of the listed reasons, alphas and omegas are seen as two sides of the same coin who belong together while betas should mingle amongst themselves. Since the majority of the population is comprised of betas anyway though, that has never been a huge problem.
Interestingly, alphas and omegas – while occupying the lower percentages of the population – should share the same numbers, but due to historical reasons, there currently are more alphas and omegas. Unfortunately, omegas have been systematically abused and discriminated against throughout history and their situation has only recently started to improve. However, biases against them still remain to this day.
Another important thing to note is that secondary genders are simply that – secondary gender characteristics. The primary gender has a greater impact on an individual person. Scientists and researchers speculate that it might be because of this particular reason that alphas are primarily male while omegas are primarily female. Betas on the other hand are present in both primary genders in equal measure, hence why they are called the default while alphas are called especially manly men and omegas especially feminine women.
Further research has also shown that alphas show a higher contentration of hormones commonly associated with men with the same applying to omegas and women. It is speculated that this might be one of the main reasons why alpha women and omega men are so rare since the hormones their primary and secondary genders demand clearly clash with each other. It is difficult for the human body to properly balance the demands of the opposing primary and secondary genders, so there are grounds to speculate that potential alpha women and omega men simply present as betas at the end due to the primary gender being more dominant and snuffing out the potentially clashing secondary gender.
The theory of internal complications within the body is only strengthened by the discovery that each alpha female and omega male has a highly individualized body specialized for their personal circumstances and needs while sharing few similarities to others of their kind besides obvious traits like the presence of both male and female reproductive organs.
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In their first encounter, Varka assumes Wriothesley to be a fellow alpha. He has seen the Prison Warden react to alphan and omegan pheromones with a slight wrinkle of his nose and with such an exceptional build like his, it is easy to assume the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide to be an alpha of the highest, finest quality.
The Grandmaster of the Knights of Favonius has been initially confused by the lack of scent and pheromones concerning the Duke, but the deep, angry looking, but at least healed gashes along Wriothesley’s throat leads Varka to believe that those particular glands might have been damaged beyond repair. A pity, really, since the man looks like such a fine catch. He still is, without a doubt, but sue an alpha for being curious about another exceptional alpha’s scent.
When Varka unknowingly walks in on Wriothesley pinning Fontaine’s Chief Justice against a wall, fingers on the Iudex’s chin and gently lifting the silver-haired man’s face up as the both of them share a deep kiss, the Grandmaster’s impression of the Duke as an alpha deepens.
And yes, the two men immediately corner Varka and recommend (read: coerce) him to sign an NDA to keep their relationship a secret.
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Having firmly established Wriothesley as a fellow alpha in his mind, Varka’s impression quickly shatters when he accidentally walks in on Fontaine’s two most powerful men once more.
Standing at the doorway, the knight can’t help but stare at the sight that greets him. Neuvillette and Wriothesley have undressed just enough to free their lower halves. The Iudex is sitting with his legs spread in order to accommodate a slightly squirming Duke obediently sitting on his lap. With the Warden’s legs widely spread, Varka gets an eyeful of Wriothesley’s neither regions. The Duke of the Fortress of Meropide sports an impressive cock with an equally impressive pair of balls, but what truly draws the knight’s attention are the shiny pussy lips peeking out just behind the testicles where the taint should be.
One of two blue-glowing draconic cocks is shoved deep inside those twitching folds, stretching out that impossibly tiny hole and carving out a place for itself inside the Warden’s heaving body.
Wriothesley has a pussy. He has a pussy hidden beneath those sinful pants of his, hidden beneath his large cock and huge balls and enviable masculinity. And Neuvillette has an impossibly big, dragonic dick shoved deep inside of it.
Varka instinctively sniffs the air and stills upon realizing what exactly floods his senses.
He is already familiar with Neuvillette’s inhuman scent of pure hydro and ancient seas, but that is not all he perceives. There is a slight undertone of metal and frost, but there is a strong note of incredibly sweet tea and… pheromones. Not alpha pheromones, but omega pheromones – heat phermonoes.
Wriothesley isn’t an alpha – he is an omega.
And he is in heat.
After the initial shock, the Duke quickly covers his nether regions with his hands – a valiant effort, but meaningless after their unexpected guest has already seen and greedily devoured every inch of exposed skin. Neuvillette grabs a blanket somewhere out of Varka’s sight and calmly drapes it over his and Wriothesley’s lower bodies before addressing the knight.
“Grandmaster, may I inquire what the reason for your unexpected visit is?”
If the Grandmaster ever needed another reason to cement his suspicions about Neuvillette being anything other than human – then this is it. How can the Chief Justice remain so calm and composed with such a beautiful and needy omega in heat sitting on one of his cocks, greedily sucking on it with those glistening folds?
Varka stutters, his mouth falling open and shut multiple times until he finally manages to form words again.
“I… I apologize. It wasn’t my intention to- Don’t worry, it’s nothing urgent, I will come back later-“
“Wait.”
The blond knight has already turned around and is just about to run off when the Iudex’s words root him to the spot.
Neuvillette adjusts his position a bit, causing his huge cock to shift around inside Wriothesley which inadvertently forces the poor Duke to choke out a surprised gasp.
“N-Neuvillette, what-“
A firm, strong hand suddenly grabs Wriothesley’s lower belly and pushes. The dark-haired man lets out a pathetic, high-pitched whine as his womb is trapped between Neuvillette’s insistent hand and draconic cock lodged deep inside of him, kissing his cervix.
With his other hand, the dragon sovereign grabs the Duke’s throat and tilts back the man’s head, exposing the long arch of his throat. Leaning forward, Neuvillette frees his long, reptilian tongue with a split end and laps up the sweat trickling down the side of the Warden’s neck.
All the while, Neuvillette continues to grind his hand and cock against his captive’s eager and sensitive womb, stoking Wriothesley’s heat until the man is panting with a completely flushed face.
“I can taste your true feelings, beloved. You are… curious about him.”
Varka’s heart hammers in his chest. Is the Chief Justice of Fontaine implying what the knight thinks he does?
“You haven’t shown that kind of interested in him before. Is it because of the heat? Is your inner omega curious about the alpha over there?”
Wriothesley’s sweet tea scent turns bitter as a horrified expression stretches across his face.
“Neuvillette, that’s not- I-I’m not-“
“Shhh…”
The dragon sovereign silences his lover by sticking two fingers into the Duke’s mouth and proceeds to gently nuzzle the Warden’s neck.
“I’m not mad, beloved. I merely want to spoil you and fulfill your every wish, so please, be honest with me. Are you curious about the Grandmaster of the Knights of Favonius?”
There is a clearly conflicted expression on Wriothesley’s face, but Neuvillette is patient. Eventually, the dark-haired man gives him the tiniest of nods, an admission, a confirmation. The dragon sovereign makes a thoughtful noise and eventually addresses their intruder once more.
“Grandmaster, I can sense your interest in the air. The Duke is willing and so are you. Since things have come to this, I am not against indulging my beloved and sharing him with you for this heat period. Of course, only if you are willing.”
Wriothesley turns his head to get Neuvillette’s fingers out of his mouth and protests.
“Neuvillette! Hold on!”
Reptilian eyes meet human ones.
“Is there a problem, Wriothesley?”
“Of course there is! I- I’m not going to cheat on you!”
“Hm… Are you truly cheating on me when I’m the one who extended the offer in the first place?”
“That’s… You only got that idea because I…”
Neuvillette wraps his arms around Wriothesley and hugs him gently.
“Because you showed interested first? Wriothesley, I am not upset. My boundaries and expectations concerning romantic and sexual relationships differ from conventional human norms. From my perspective, I am, ah… merely introducing a new toy in order to spice up our sex life, as some might put it.”
Varka would have felt offended by that if such a comment came from another alpha, but since Neuvillette isn’t exactly human to begin with and delivered it in such a factual tone, the knight is left with a conflicted feeling instead.
“Not to interrupt your heartfelt conversation, but I don’t exactly appreciate being called a dildo.”
“Ah, my apologies, Grandmaster. I was merely trying to explain my feelings on this matter. Of course, I did consider the benefits of all parties involved.”
“Oh…? Benefits? What benefits are we talking about here?”
“You and Wriothesley get to satisfy your curiositsy about each other and I can spoil my beloved even further.”
“So offering your beloved to another man is considered spoiling now?”
“You seem to be mistaken about something. While Wriothesley might feel a surface level of interested in you at this very moment, it is based on physical compatibility and hormonal fluctuations – nothing more than that. If it weren’t for my presence reassuring him of his safety, he wouldn’t have remained as docile as he is now and instead taken matters into his own hands.”
Listening to the Iudex’s words, Varka can’t help the incredulous laugh that escapes him.
“Are you saying that an omega weakened and confused by heat can take on another person – let alone an alpha?”
Unexpectedly, the sound of a low, dangerous growl immediately follows that question. The knight’s instincts instantly hone in on the source of that noise and he is surprised to see the Duke looking at him with an angry expression.
“Do not call me weak just because I’m an omega, knight.”
Wriothesley spits out the last word full of contempt. Varka flinches in response to the pure venom in the other man’s voice.
Neuvillette makes shushing noises, hugs his beloved tighter and nuzzles the Duke’s neck in an attempt to calm the agitated man on his lap. Eventually, the growling noises promising violence thankfully die down to a deadly stare at the very least.
Once his beloved has been… sufficiently placated, Fontaine’s Chief Justice addresses the Grandmaster of the Knights of Favonius once more.
“I believe that this answers your earlier question.”
Varka is smart enough to remain silent and merely nods.
“The Duke of the Fortress of Meropide is essentially Fontaine’s Prison Warden and due to its autonomous nature, it is a position wrought with even more danger than in other nations since there are no laws to protect its inhabitants – including the Warden himself. I advise you not to take Wriothesley lightly.”
For a moment, the knight looks at the two entangled men with a thoughtful expression.
“Monsieur Neuvillette… I’ve been wondering for a while now… Why are you so insistent on roping me into this?”
The dragon sovereign chuckles lightly.
“I didn’t lie when I said that I want to indulge my beloved and fulfill his every wish.”
“But…?”
Neuvillette pins Varka down with a piercing stare.
“Humans are less likely to betray each other if they are… positively acquainted.”
Ah, so that’s what this is all about.
“I trust that all of this will remain among us?”
Varka grins.
“Of course.”
Entering the room, the knight closes and locks the door behind him. After taking off his shoes like a polite person does, he approaches the two men he will spend the next few days with.
The blond man pauses in the middle of raising his hand, shooting a questioning glance in Neuvillette’s direction. Having received an affirmative nod, the Grandmaster continues with his actions.
Kneeling down, he gently takes Wriothesley’s hand into his own and gives it a gentle kiss.
“I apologize if I have offended you earlier. It was not my intention. If you can find it in your heart to forgive me, may I escort you to the bedchambers?”
The Duke’s cheeks flush lightly, noting how Varka’s casual way of speech has changed into a more polite one fit for an actual knight. In his entire life, only Neuvillette has ever treated him with so much… genuine respect and affection and Wriothesley is honest enough with himself to admit that it makes his heart flutter a bit.
His wary gaze softens a bit when he answers.
“You may.”
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Once all three men have reached the door to the bedroom, Wriothesley sheds his clothes and enters first. He climbs into his nest and sighs contentedly, rolling around and inhaling the mixed scents of him and Neuvillette. He rearranges a few things and eventually turns to face the two men patiently watching the spectacle.
Purring, the dark-haired man calls out to his lover and Neuvillette steps into the territory of the Duke’s nest with practiced ease. Taking off his clothes in the meantime, once the dragon has reached the king-sized bed, Wriothesley doesn’t waste any time and immediately wraps his arms around the Iudex’s neck, pulling the other man down into a hungry kiss.
Neuvillette inludges his beloved for a bit, lets the other man’s tongue explore his own and busies himself with mapping out the expanse of the Duke’s perfectly sculpted body. Back muscles flex as strong arms try to fully pull the Chief Justice down into the nest and voluminous chest muscles heave when Wriothesley back off momentarily in order to catch a breath or two.
Eventually, the Iudex’s hands reach the dark-haired man’s chest, squeezing them just hard enough for his beloved to really feel it, eventually flicking those perky nipples with his thumbs.
Wriothesley moans into Neuvillette’s mouth, his tugging becoming more insistent, but the dragon sovereign uses the moment of distraction to shove his long, reptilian tongue down his beloved’s throat.
The Duke chokes, but doesn’t pull away. Instead, he embraces the forced entrance as his eyes roll to the back of his head. The prehensile intruder wriggles around violently inside of him, stimulating nerves that were never meant to be stimulated in this manner, making it impossible for him to breathe.
Neuvillette feels how Wriothesley’s arms slowly loosen their grip and takes that opportunity to pick up the dark-haired man and gently lay him down proper on the bed, all while keeping their mouths connected.
Wriothesley somehow still manages a stuttered purr in contentment despite the rough treatment to his throat, delighted in the way Neuvillette can manhandle him with such ease.
Varka watches those intimate actions with slightly envy, sure that if he were the one to bestow such treatment upon Wriothesley, his life would be in danger.
Eventually, just as the Duke’s consciousness begins to flicker, Neuvillette relents and retreats, pulling back his long tongue and allowing his beloved a few desperate gasps for air. However, the dragon doesn’t intend to let the Warden rest for too long.
One finger, two fingers, three fingers, four-
Wriothesley groans and gasps and whines as Neuvillette violently finger fucks his wet, slutty cunt, showing the needy thing no mercy whatsoever, just as the dark-haired man likes it. He was already speared on a massive, draconic cock earlier, so of course his aching hole doesn’t need any warm-up at this point.
After testing the give of Wriothesley’s pussy and being satisfied by the resulting stretch, Neuvillette takes one of his huge, twitching dicks into his hand and lines it up with the entrance to his beloved’s very core. Probing and teasing the needy hole with his tip, the dragon sovereign puts a hand below Wriothesley’s balls and pushes them up, revealing the Duke’s glistening folds in all of their glory, pulling at an inner labia to fully expose the hidden entrance underneath.
After applying a generous amount of addional hydro on his length, Neuvillette takes a deep breath, steels himself and violently rams his cock inside Wriothesley’s eager cunt.
The dark-haired man immediately seizes, his back arching off the bed as a scream is torn from his mouth. Archons, the stretch hurts so good. The way Neuvillette’s cock immediately tears down all of his pussy’s weak defenses and rams straight up against his sensitive cervix – heavenly.
As always, the Iudex pulls out pull after a while and pulls at the omega’s inner labias, fully exposing the violated hole for the entire world to see. The dragon inspects the sensitive flesh and his own manhood to make sure that there are no injuries. As much as he is willing to indulge Wriothesley’s every whim – safety comes first. He will not allow his beloved to get hurt under his watch.
After making sure that everything is in order, Neuvillette violently rams himself into the Duke’s spasming passage once more, tearing a choked cry out of the human man’s throat.
Watching the admittedly very hot display, Varka still can’t help but be worried about the omega man. The Chief Justice’s actions looked very rough, if not outright violent just now with that massive cock of his and the knight was worried that the Duke might have been injured. However, seeing Neuvillette’s meticulous care afterwards, the Grandmaster relaxes again and continues to watch – with strained pants.
The dragon sovereign doesn’t waste any more time and immediately subjects Wriothesley’s pussy to a brutal and fast fuck – not giving that aching, spasming hole any further time to adapt and recover.
The Duke cries out pathetically as tears fall from his eyes. His entire lower half feels like it’s on fire. The entrance to his pussy burns, his walls are sore and Wriothesley can’t tell if the feeling of draconic cock brutally knocking against his cervix is painful or pleasurable anymore with how it all blends together.
It’s perfect. Neuvillette knows him so, so well.
The Iudex slams his lips against the Warden’s and tongue fucks the Duke’s throat once more, only this time, the dragon sovereign also chokes the human man for good measure.
Wriothesley’s eyes roll to the back of his head as the overstimulation quickly fries his brain. He comes violently with a choked sound, his dick shooting a large amount of cum all the way up to his face as his cunt squirts hard against the base of Neuvillette’s cock.
Having felt his beloved come undone, the Iudex pulls back from the Warden’s mouth and releases the human man’s throat. Instead, he firmly grips the Duke’s hips and fucks his draconic cock into that sopping hole with reckless abandon, determined to chase his own release and reducing Wriothesley to nothing more than a fleshy sheath for his aching length, heedless of the omega man’s helpless sobs of overstimulation and tear-stained face.
Neuvillette forces himself into the spasming cunt again and again until finally, he pushes his cock impossibly deep inside his beloved and comes with a draconic snarl, his knot quickly filling out to lock the both of them together.
The violent stretch hits Wriothesley just right and he comes again with a soundless cry – mouth wide open, eyes rolled to the back of his head and his back arched off the mattress. His cock twitches pathetically against his lower belly as his pussy spasms violently around the Iudex’s cock – a dry orgasm.
And then, Wriothesley falls back down onto the bed – completely boneless. Neuvillette follows not too far behind – though he manages to catch himself on his arms so as to not accidentally fall onto his beloved.
While the Duke continues to rest, the dragon sovereign has already recovered and repositions himself and his beloved. Sitting down while leaning against the headboard, Neuvillette carefully carries and turns around the weakly panting man in his care without separating their lower bodies. Eventually, the Iudex manages to seat the Warden on his lap – back to front.
The dragon hugs his beloved close to his body and lets the dark-haired man rest against him with closed eyes.
After ensuring Wriothesley’s comfort, Neuvillette finally addresses the third man in the room who has been patiently waiting for his turn.
“Grandmaster.”
Varka blinks a few times, surprised at being addressed like this out of the blue. He chuckles.
“You can just call me Varka, you know? I believe we’re long past formalities at this point.”
“Then please address me as Neuvillette as well. Can you be so kind as to fetch the bowl of warm water and the wash cloth over there?”
Varka glances at the direction the Chief Justice is hinting towards and squints his eyes thoughtfully. The location is inside the omega’s nest and the knight hasn’t been invited in yet.
“Are you sure that I can just…?”
“One moment.”
Neuvillette nuzzles Wriothesley’s neck and suddenly bites down, just enough to nearly break the sensitive skin. The Duke lets out a weak moan and opens his bleary eyes.
“Neuvillette…?”
“Beloved, are you okay with Varka coming into your nest and cleaning you up?”
This has the Warden wide awake in an instant. He sweeps his gaze across the room and quickly spots the alpha awkwardly waiting at the doorway. Wriothesley squints at the knight with wary eyes. Neuvillette kisses the back of the Duke’s neck reassuringly.
“Everything is alright, Wriothesley.”
You are safe. I am here. I will protect you.
“… Okay.”
Though reluctant, the omega man still relaxes against his lover’s body and watches with hawk-like eyes as Varka moves around the room – around his nest. Eventually, the blond alpha arrives next to the king-sized bed he and Neuvillette are resting on – with the warm water bowl and wash cloth.
Dipping the cloth into the water and wringing it out, the knight lets his eyes flicker between the two men on the bed, gauging whether they approve of him taking things further.Neuvillette doesn’t seem to be concerned about the Grandmaster’s close proximity while Wriothesley continues to squint at Varka with slight apprehension.
Still, as if to reaffirm that they are indeed doing this, the Warden lifts up one of his legs and holds out his foot to the blond man. The knight gently takes the offered limb into his hand and slowly leans down to place a reverent kiss on it, all the while not breaking eye contact with the Duke.
Pulling back, Varka starts to gently clean up the omega’s sweaty leg with the wash cloth in his free hand, letting it slide along the scarred skin. He starts with the foot, making sure to get in between the toes, taking his time to thumb at them playfully. Wriothesley flinches lightly at every contact and of course the knight notices, so the Grandmaster keeps his actions gentle in order to reassure the man under his care.
Slowly but surely, Varka works on both feet and lower legs until he is left with only those thick, magnificent boxer tighs. His movements are deliberately slow as he keeps eye contact with Wriothesley, gliding the wash cloth dangerously close to the omega’s sensitive nether regions, a whisper of a promise, only to pull away again to resume his previous task of cleaning up the dark-haired man thoroughly.
Once the knight is one with the legs, he moves on to the calloused hands. After giving one of them a swift wipe, he pulls it up to his lips to kiss the palm while guiding the wash cloth down those muscular arms, only to repeat the same teasing motions on the other remaining limb.
Now only the omega’s torso is left. While holding Wriothesley’s gaze to the best of his abilities, Varka slowly leans in and starts to mouth at the Duke’s slightly engorged scent glands along the neck. The knight doesn’t stop even as he pushes the wash cloth against the other side and rotates along with it as he wipes down the Warden’s sweaty throat.
This close, the alpha can truly taste the Warden’s heavenly omega heat pheromones alongside the Duke’s unique scent of frost and tea. Varka inhales deeply, savoring the unique taste of a rare male omega and his body immediately responds with a twitch in his pants. His alpha fangs sharpen, eager and aching for a taste – for a bite. However, he knows that he hasn’t earned the right – not yet. Not that he would, but he shouldn’t force it either, especially not with a level-headed dragon staring daggers at him from above.
The wash cloth is swiftly thrown into the water bowl and quickly forgotten by all participants. Instead, Neuvillette takes it upon himself to finish the rest of the job with his impeccable control over hydro.
Of course, Wriothesley himself doesn’t remain unaffected either. This is the first time he has allowed an alpha this close to his body during one of his rare, vulnerable heats and the only reason why his honed survival instincts even tolerate the situation is because of Neuvillette’s steady presence promising him absolute safety and reassurance.
While Varka is hungrily sucking on his swollen scent glands, Neuvillette has his hands running along his pecs, nipples and abs, occasionally dipping low enough to teasingly frame the base of his rousing dick. The dragon sovereign runs his fingers through his beloved’s pubes and lets his hands glide up to cup the Duke’s voluminous pecs, thumbing at the perky, sensitive nipples, occasionally pinching and pulling at them if only to hear Wriothesley’s mewls. The Warden’s heaving body truly is a sight to behold.
Wriothesley can already feel the next wave of his heat winding up within his body as Varka proceeds to lick at his skin and leave a trail of saliva along his front. Somehow, the alpha and dragon wordlessly manage to coordinate their ministrations perfectly so that no part of the omega’s body remains neglected at any time.
The knight takes the opportunity to get a good feel of the Warden’s impressive pectorals himself, grabbing and then squeezing them with his huge hands. Neuvillette meanwhile has both of his hands position low on his beloved’s body, a hand framing the Duke’s hard dick teasingly as his other hand positions itself over the omega’s womb. He gives the dark-haired man soothing belly rubs while keeping a draconic eye on the Grandmaster.
Varka seems to love Wriothesley’s chest. He rubs and teases the omega man’s puffy nipples before latching onto one of them with his mouth, sucking and biting the sensitive nub with great delight as his eyes watch the Warden’s cheeks flush a deep shade of red. Of course he continues to play with the other nipple with his rough, calloused fingers, occasionally switching up which one he latches onto.
Neuvillette watches the two human men with a keen eye, making sure that their guest continues to behave himself while ensuring his beloved’s continued comfort. The dragon sovereign watches as Wriothesley slowly but surely loses himself to his heat, his instincts and to the pleasure forced upon his sensitive flesh through the Grandmaster’s care.
Just as the Duke’s eyes fog over and he completely sinks into the pleasurable sensations, Neuvillette lines up his middle and index finger right over the omega man’s womb and jabs down with great force.
Wriothesley’s eyes fly open as a loud, obscene moan that borders on a scream escapes his throat. His body seizes, convulsing between the bodies of the Grandmaster looming above him and the Iudex lying underneath him. However, that reaction only seems to spur on his partners as Varka abandons his nipples in favor of his neck, letting those huge hands take care of his mauled chest. Neuvillette continues to jab down directly at his womb, causing the omega man to jolt in sharp pleasure again and again while also lazily jerking off the Duke’s cock in a slow motion and light grip, clearly teasing the Warden without intending to let the dark-haired man reach his climax.
Just like that, sandwiched between two exceptionally strong individuals, Wriothesley is subjected to their torment of him, unable to do anything against them besides whining, squirming and letting out the occasional plea – though whether it’s for mercy or more is anyone’s guess.
Eventually, Neuvillette starts to rock his hips, grinding his draconic cock still lodged deep inside his beloved’s aching passage mercilessly against the omega’s cervix. Wriothesley screams as he scrambles to hold onto something – anything – and ends up clawing at Varka’s back.
The knight hisses at the pain, but otherwise seems to welcome it. He chuckles as he licks up the Warden’s tears.
“Already staking your claim on me, Your Grace?”
Still panting in dizzying pleasure, Wriothesley still manages to frown at the alpha.
“Don’t- Don’t be so – ngh – formal… It kills… the mood… Hah… Just call me… Wriothesley… Varka…”
Hearing his name being spoken like that sends a shiver down the Grandmaster’s spine and he grins.
“If that is your wish, pup.”
“Wha-“
Varka takes that opportunity to bite at Wriothesley’s swollen scent glands, causing the Duke to let out a high-pitched mewl. Unforunately for him though, the Warden recovers quickly.
“Where did – ah – p-pup come from?!”
“Why so… surprised? Surely, you’ve done your research on me? I’m the Knight of Boreas, a wolf, and your symbol also contains a wolf. Is it so far fetched for me to call you pup as a term of endearment?”
“I didn’t re-ah-lise we were tha-ah-t close already…”
“Well, now you know!”
Varka nuzzles Wriothesley’s neck and kisses the Warden’s cheek.
“Is that a problem?”
The Duke mulls it over for a bit, though keeping a solid thought seems to be quite the challenge under the constant assault to his heat striken body. Eventually though, he does seem to come to a decision.
“No… At least not for now.”
The knight laughs in great delight upon hearing that nuzzles the Warden’s cheek with his own.
Neuvillette takes that opportunity to finally pull out his massive, draconic cock with a loud squelching sound. Thankfully, his knot has already died down, greatly easing his endeavor. Wriothesley’s inner omega immediately feels his lover’s absence and whines in distress, his pheromones quickly reflecting just how incredibly upset he is.
The dragon sovereign shooths his beloved though and apologizes with gentle, sensual caresses across the Duke’s entire body. While doing that, the Iudex locks eyes with the Grandmaster.
“Varka, please back off for a moment.”
The knight’s inner alpha clearly doesn’t appreciate being ordered around like that, let alone being told to release such a promising omega mate in the middle of an enticing heat. However, the blond man has better control of himself than that and manages to suppress the threatening growl clawing at his throat, desperate to emerge. Besides, even if he wanted to fight over the omega man, he isn’t the strongest individual in the room and is bound to lose.
Taking in a few shaky breaths to calm his nerves, Varka eventually nods and sits back on his haunches for the time being. Neuvillette watches him for a moment until his eyes eventually settle on the knight’s visible bulge.
“You should take the opportunity to take off your clothes.”
In the midst of all the passion, the Grandmaster has completely forgotten that he is still fully clothed. He gets off the bed for a moment to undress himself, but he still watches from the corner of his eyes as Neuvillette repositions himself and Wriothesley. The dragon sovereign scoots down until he is lying down flatly on the mattress with the Warden on top of him. When Varka climbs onto the bed again, the Iudex hooks his hands under the Duke’s knees and parts them, exposing the heaving omega’s leaking dick, sweaty balls and dripping pussy to the alpha’s hungry gaze.
Before the Grandmaster can be concerned about what actions to take next though, Neuvillette is already speaking to provide some guidance.
“I have already taken care of Wriothesley’s more… demanding needs earlier. Right now, he doesn’t desire, well, a quick, dirty and rough fuck, but tender and gentle love making. Are you up to the task, Varka? Can you control yourself?”
Varka allows himself a few controlled breaths in order to calm his excitement and eventually nods. Upon seeing that and carefully sensing the pheromones up in the air, Neuvillette nods and gently whispers into Wriothesley’s ear.
“Beloved, can you hold your legs open for me?”
It takes a moment for the dazed Duke to fully register the words, but once he does, he hooks his hands under his knees and keeps his thick thighs spread wide open for the world to see. Neuvillette then reaches down to the Warden’s nether regions and hooks a hand under the omega’s heavy balls, pushing them up to reveal the already red and rawed pussy hidden underneath. With two fingers, the Iudex parts the fleshy lips, exposing the empty, weeping hole to the alpha man.
“Remember, be gentle with him.”
Varka’s patience is running dangerously low, but he still manages to behave. Taking his massive cock in his hand, he scoots closer and eventually lines up the tip with Wriothesley’s twitching entrance. Even like this, it feels like the Duke’s dripping cunt is eagerly sucking at the head, desperate to get filled to the brim.
Neuvillette watches with calm, assessing eyes as the Grandmaster firmly grabs his beloved’s hips and slowly pushes inside. Wriothesley immediately whines in response to the intrusion, arching his back off the dragon’s body, wriggling his hips in an attempt to get more of the knight’s cock inside of his eager pussy.
About halfway in, Varka throws the Duke’s legs over his shoulders and thrusts the rest of the way in. Wriothesley lets out a loud moan and reaches down with his now freed hands to grasp at Neuvillette’s arms in order to ground himself.
The knight lets the warden adjust to the intrusion for a moment before grinding with his hips once to test the omega man’s reaction. The Warden gasps and eagerly grinds back, a clear sign that the dark-haired man is ready for more.
Varka pulls out halfway and thrusts back in. Wriothesley’s resulting gasp and moan only further encourage the alpha in his actions. He starts to thrust into the omega’s needy cunt, eager to draw out more sounds of pleasure from the Duke’s lips. In response to that, the Warden continues to moan and gasp in delight under the attention.
Neuvillette is completely fine with keeping Wriothesley company, pulling his hands back from his beloved’s neither regions and instead letting them caress the Warden’s sculped abs and bountiful chest. Once he reaches the Duke’s nipples, the dragon continues to lavish even more attention on them. The Iudex twists, pinches and pulls at them, determined to fully capitalize on their currently very sensitive state. Wriothesley pushes his chest against the Chief Justice’s hands, clearly demanding more of the abuse.
Shifting his attention back to their guest though, Neuvillette notices how Varka is longingly staring at the omega man’s lips. Just to tease the both of them, the Iudex pushes two fingers into the Duke’s mouth and lets the man suck on them. The knight watches that display with envious eyes, oh so eager to claim those lips with his own.
Neuvillette eventually pulls his fingers out, grabs Wriothesley’s chin and turns the man’s head around so they can meet in a messy kiss. Even during the kisses, the Warden can’t help but moan and gasp into the dragon sovereign’s mouth. However, the Iudex needs his beloved’s attention.
“Wriothesley, beloved?”
It takes a while for the Duke to reemerge from the haze he is in, but he eventually manages a response.
“Neuvi…? Ah! Hah… Mmm… N-Neuvillette…?”
“Yes, beloved. It’s me. Is it alright for Varka to kiss you?”
The Warden furrows his brow, unsure. Neuvillette gives his lips a quick peck and nuzzles his neck.
“Everything is alright, Wriothesley.”
I am okay with it. I trust you to still hold only me in your heart. Do not deny yourself over baseless concerns.
Eventually, the omega man releases his grip on the dragon’s arms and instead slowly wraps them around the Grandmaster’s neck. Varka stills, surprised. For a moment, their eyes meet and they merely look at each other – Varka with faint hope and Wriothesley with slight caution.
After a while, the Duke seems to have come to a conclusion and lightly tugs at the knight. With his heart hammering in his chest, the alpha follows the omega’s lead until eventually, their lips meet in a soft kiss – one that lingers, one that they carefully savor the taste of. Some time afterwards, they part again and they take a moment to process everything.
Shortly after, their eyes meet again and Wriothesley approaches Varka with parted lips. With great delight, the Grandmaster takes the invitation for what it is and fully claims the other man’s lips. Their tongues meet as they passionately twirl and explore each other. At some point, the Duke lets a weak gasp escape into their entangled mouths and a shiver goes down Varka’s spine.
Firmly gripping the omega man’s hips once more, Varka resumes fucking into the other man’s needy cunt, relishing in the way those wet, hot walls spasm and squeeze around his long, girthy cock. The Grandmaster of the Knights of Favonius is of exceptional size in every conceivable way, including his dick and knot, and because of that, he always had trouble finding truly compatible partners who could fully withstand his size and might.
The Duke of the Fortress of Meropide is the first person who can fully take the entirety of the knight’s cock. On top of that, the omega man clearly seems to enjoy it immensely. Finally having his cock completely enveloped and caressed in a compatible and willing partner truly makes Varka’s heart flutter in delight.
He really doesn’t want to lose this, for this to remain a memory beyond his reach once this is over. Because of that, his inner alpha is urgently telling him one thing: Do everything you can to please the omega, so that he will accept you again in the future.
Varka pulls out until only the head is left and then fully thrusts back in – and how heavenly it feels to actually be able to do that. Maybe he’ll finally get to knot someone as well-
This is were the knight’s thoughts pause for a moment.
Knotting. Breeding. Pregnancy. Children.
Before Varka can spiral further though, Neuvillette suddenly sticks a finger into the knight’s mouth and casually licks at the Grandmaster’s saliva as if it’s the most normal thing to do. Eventually, the non-human eyes lock with the blond man’s.
“Do not worry about pregnancies. I will ensure that nothing of that sort will happen without the explicit consent of all parties involved. You are welcome to knot my beloved should you desire it. Wriothesley for sure seems to be excited by the idea.”
Varka doesn’t know how the Chief Justice will ensure that no unwanted children will be made, but he reasons that the Iudex wouldn’t just casually invite another person to fuck his dearly beloved without having considered every possible issue. Besides, Fontaine’s Iudex is widely considered to be a trustworthy man.
“Well… Don’t mind if I do then.”
With his fears addressed, the Grandmaster shifts his attention back to the person who matters the most right now.
Varka lifts one of his hands and gently caresses Wriothesley’s flushed cheek, wiping away some tear tracks. Leaning in, the knight playfully nipples on an earlobe, licking along the shell.
“You really are such a marvel. Such a handsome and strong omega… Your pussy is taking my cock so incredibly well… It’s like you were made just for me…”
The Duke whines and suddenly, a hint of distress leaks into his pheromones. The Grandmaster is taken aback by that reaction and immediately freezes.
The Warden releases the alpha man’s neck and turns his head around, seeking a certain Iudex, and Neuvillette gives him a loving peck on the eyelids.
“You are able to take both Varka’s and my own cocks so incredibly well, beloved. Truly, the most exceptional omega… You’re being so good for us, Wriothesley. Such a good boy… Such a good omega…”
Seeing such an affectionate display, the Grandmaster can’t help but feel slightly jealous. The Duke’s distress just now was the man’s fear of having betrayed his true lover’s trust. The knight’s last possessive words must have triggered that reaction.
His opponent isn’t even an alpha, isn’t even human, and yet Varka has been destined to lose this battle from the very start. It’s a noticeable blow to the blond man’s inner alpha, especially after he has learned to appreciate Wriothesley so much more during their current encounter.
“Don’t worry, pup. We all know that nothing can possibly take you away from Neuvillette.”
The omega man visibly relaxes upon hearing those words and wow, that’s one way to bruise someone’s ego. The knight can’t even fault the Warden for those unfiltered reactions since due to the heat, some of them are bound to slip out without second thought.
Still, even if Varka can’t be Wriothesley’s number one, he can at least remain in the man’s good graces for a possible next time.
The knight licks at the Duke’s tears and eventually seals their lips together. While their tongues tangle, Grandmaster lets his hands wander across the other man’s heated body. His fingers glide down the sides and up the abs, grabbing the pecs and even flicking the nipples.
Wriothesley seems to be getting impatient though and starts to rock his hips on his own, trying to fuck himself on the knight’s cock still stretching out his cunt. Varka gets the message and stops with the teasing. Grabbing the Duke’s hips again, the alpha man starts with slow, but insistent grinding, really pushing the head against the Warden’s sensitive cervix.
He is rewarded with a loud moan into his mouth and spasming walls around his dick as the omega man melts against Neuvillette’s body.
Eventually, he starts with gentle thrusts again, pulling just halfway out before shoving himself back inside the welcoming, convulsing heat. For a while, Wriothesley seems to be content with the current intensity judging by his deceptively submissive demeanor. When he starts to squirm though, the knight knows that it’s time to give the omega man more.
Readjusting his grip, Varka pulls out until just the tip is in and thrusts all the way back inside in one swift motion. In response to that, the Warden retreats from their shared kiss to let out a cry as new tears well up in his eyes. His scent is still impossibly sweet and enticing though, so both the Grandmaster and the Iudex know that their omega must be very pleased right now.
Varka continues to fuck his cock back in and out of Wriothesley’s incredibly wet and hot cunt. With every thrust, it seems to squeeze around his shaft like it’s trying to keep him inside those convulsing walls forever.
At some point, the Duke wraps his arms around the knight’s neck again, demanding even more attention despite the gasps and moans escaping his lips. Chuckling, Varka leans down and nuzzles against the other man’s neck, deeply inhaling those intoxicating pheromones along with the Warden’s unique scent of frost and tea.
He mouths at those swollen scent glands, scraping against them with his sharp teeth, relishing in the full-body shiver it causes Wriothesley. A warning stare from Neuvillette reminds the knight not to get too carried away though.
“Do not leave any marks in visible places, especially if they are difficult to hide.”
Varka grunts an affirmative and continues with his ministrations.
While biting and sucking on the Duke’s already reddened and sensitive nipples, Varka eventually feels his knot starting to fill out along with a fast approaching orgasm. Squeezing his eyes shut, the Grandmaster snarles, grinding his teeth together. Gripping Wriothesley’s hips hard enough to leave bruises, he starts to chase his own pleasure as he drives into the omega man faster and faster. The Duke gasps as the quickly forming knot continues to pull at his cunt’s walls with more intensity with each forceful thrust.
Neuvillette eventually sneaks down his hands to rub at Wriothesley’s swollen clit and stroke his beloved’s leaking cock. The Warden jolts as the sharp stimulation immediately spreads throughout his entire being. The omega man’s body seizes as he comes undone under the care of the two men, his cunt squiring a firm spray of fluids against Varka’s abdomen while Neuvillette dutifully milks his dick dry against his belly.
While Wriothesley is reeling from his impossibly strong orgasm though, the knight doesn’t stop fucking his spasming and oversensitive pussy. In fact, the involuntary convulsions only serve to drive the alpha man over the edge as he finally thrusts as deep as possible into the omega’s fertile pussy, pushing the head right up against the Warden’s battered cervix. In the same motion, his fully formed knot is forcefully shoved into the Duke’s squeezing cunt, causing the dark-haired man to jolt and whine at the borderline painful stretch.
Just like that, the alpha comes hard against the omega’s very womb, flooding the oversensitive cunt with white hot cum as the knot forces the trembling Warden to take everything he is given without spilling even a single drop.
For a while, the three men remain like that with only Varka occasionally grinding against Wriothesley’s abused insides as he rides out his orgasm, spurt after spurt of cum pouring out of his cock as if to ensure that the man below him is completely stuffed by the end of it.
Eventually, once he has come down from his high, the Grandmaster gracelessly falls down on top of the other two men, casing Wriothesley and Neuvillette to grunt uncomfortably. Varka merely laughs sheepishly.
“Sorry, my limbs are just very weak right now. This was the best fuck and strongest orgasm I ever had, I think.”
The Duke squints down at the knight with displeasure.
“It’s a wonder that not a single drop of your cum has spilled out of my cunt with such a strong impact. Your knot is really good at its job at least.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment!”
Neuvillette caresses Wriothesley’s cheek as a way of asking for his beloved’s attention. Nuzzling into the palm, the Warden peeks at the dragon.
“What is it, Neuvillette?”
“Are you satisfied with Varka’s performance, beloved?”
The Duke pauses for a moment and blushes once he has fully processed the question. He mulls it over, debating whether to be honest or not and which words to use to convey his answer. Eventually, he decides to just be honest and direct since the hydro dragon sovereign can taste the truth from his skin.
“I am.”
Neuvillette smiles.
“In that case, do you want to keep him for the rest of your heat?”
“I’m right here, you know…”
Wriothesley is clearly amused by the knight’s reaction if his smile is anything to go by.
“… I suppose I wouldn’t mind having him here.”
Varka blinks a few times and eventually breaks out in a huge grin with rosy cheeks.
“Thanks for having me then!”