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You’ll know when you go into rut, it’s a feeling, is how it’s taught in those tiny classrooms huddled with those who have not yet presented. Wriothesley had always thought it was a shoddy description. It only scratched the surface of what a beginning of a rut really encompassed. None of it could prepare for your mind permanently playing a record of the hit song ‘breed’, your woefully heightened senses to where any movement or scent would be categorized as foe or mate, and of course, your restless, fidgety body just itching to do.
Despite being a mated alpha, Wriothesley’s ruts were always one hell of an experience. Like that of an unknown force which weaseled its way into his very core, found a string that held down the purest, most raw form of alpha, pulled at it till it was taut, inevitably leading to the snap of that string where the beast would be set free. And here it was, the starting of that crescendo as his omega mate, Neuvillette, chatted with one of the Gardes.
“I had remembered to bottle up water straight from one of the waterfalls of Springvale from my trip! I had heard it’s one of your favorites, Monsieur,” spoke the Garde. The man held out a clear bottle containing just as clear water. He panted a little, still catching his breath from how he had spotted Neuvillette and Wriothesley on their way back from a successful trial and ran up to them.
Gloved fingers curved around the glass, Neuvillette held it up, examining it carefully all with a sparkle in his dragon-slitted eyes.
“My, yes, I thank you for remembering such a detail.” Neuvillette took a long sip, savoring it with a hum as he gulped. “It’s different. Delightfully different, that is; even if it’s from the same source, no water tastes the exact same. While it may share the same overall quality, it always has different notes of complexities to impart to the taster. This is one of the many enjoyments of water tasting. Thank you, once again.” The smile on his face was bright.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, Monsieur!” The soldier matched his expression with unbridled enthusiasm.
And this was one out of the many things that Wriothesley despised about ruts. This ever-so kind Garde which stood in front of him held only admiration as a citizen should to their Iudex of Fontaine, so why in the everloving fuck does Wriothesley want to growl and push him away from his mate? The Garde was a beta with a scent of a lover on him. There should be no hostility, yet this is what rut does to an alpha; you get turned into an unintelligible blob that makes slimes look like they graduated from the Sumeru Akademiya.
Wriothesley folded his arms, resisting the urge to act out, but he soon regretted this, as his pose made him appear bigger, his alpha scent poured out, sour and displeased.
The Garde paled. “W-well, I have to get going dutycallsbye—!” the man squeaked before scurrying off.
Wriothesley brought his hand to his face, the slap making a deserved sound of disappointment. He groaned, “Sorry about that.”
Neuvillette turned to him, his facial features etched with surprise and concern. “My dear, your scent… it’s… I’ve never remembered it being as strong as it is just now.”
Right. Despite being mates, Neuvillette had never seen him through his ruts, never experienced his symptoms like a stronger scent. No matter how many times Neuvillette would offer to aid him during his ruts, he would deny it and lock himself up in the Fortress of Meropide.
“I’m in rut.” Noticing how his partner’s eyes widened, he clarified, “Not in rut, rut. I’m just in pre-rut, that’s all. I can control myself,” for now, he tacked on in his head. “It came about a week and half earlier than usual.”
“Oh,” Neuvillette whispered in such a soft voice, he had almost not heard it all. His omega shuffled closer, attempting to calm down his mate by pushing a wave of his own scent of honeyed waters and of Romaritime Flowers that have just bloomed. “I can help you with that. I want to help you,” this time he spoke firmly, the tone used was the same one used in the trials held in the Opera Epiclese.
Wriothesley shook his head, “I’m sorry, I have to say ‘no’ again.”
“We’re mates, we shouldn’t hide from each other.” Eyebrows knotted with frustration.
“You know how I feel about ruts.” It’s horrifying, really; how one can lose control and become something of such a sorry state. He gets so feral, overly possessive, aggressive—it’s all rather unlike him. Memories of punched walls came to mind and of people he had lashed out on for nearing his territory. He had even sent one unfortunate soul to the hospital, to three weeks of recovery. Even though he understood that ruts are a natural cycle of an alpha, just the idea of showing this unsightly side to this mate, the idea of possibly hurting him—rationally, yes, he’s an almighty dragon, but what if, just what if—made him want to crawl in a hole and never come out.
“Yes, of course I know. But every time your rut comes around I just think about how you’re all alone and suffering.” A gentle hand came to place itself on the alpha’s forearm. “I feel this pull inside, our bond as mates, tugging myself towards you and wanting to ease your burden.” Those clear eyes with dashes of purple pleaded. “Don’t you trust me?”
“I don’t trust myself,” the Duke quickly responded. Neuvillette only stood in unconvinced silence at that.
One single raindrop, then followed by another landed on Wriothesley’s cheek.
“Am I… not good enough as a mate?” pale lips quivered, as the omega’s scent sombered.
It was like Wriothesley’s heart ripped into two hearing those words. His inner alpha restless and raring to go at whoever upset his mate, even though he was the one who was the culprit. “You’re a good mate,” his arms wrapped around the slim, solid waist of the omega, pulling him closer, their bodies plush against each other. “You’re perfect. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—this must have weighed on your mind a lot.” Chapped lips of the alpha pressed against the smooth cheek, his scent emitted waves of comfort as an apology. “I feel foolish. I didn’t consider your feelings enough.” Taking a step back from their embrace, Wriothelesley's hands held his partner’s, his thumb caressing the palm. “You can aid me in my rut. I won’t run anymore.”
“Wriothesley…” Neuvillette’s soft gaze fixated on their intertwined hands. They then closed the gap between them again, this time nuzzling the scent glands at their necks, taking in each other’s scent. “I know it must be difficult for you to agree to this. You don’t have to feel ashamed of your ruts. I will cherish you no matter what.”
The Duke raised an eyebrow. “I had bit somebody’s ankles when they were near my territory. Hard.”
A light, sonorous laugh left Neuvillette. “If you’re naughty, I’ll put you in your place. You’re in good hands.”
Looking at Neuvillette’s free smile, his confident stance, it made Wriothesley’s shoulders relax. It made him question why he had ever turned down his mate’s requests in the first place. He really wanted to kiss him. “Don’t hesitate to swing me by my feet and crash me into the walls.”
“Of course, my love.”
Before Wriothesley knew it, their lips were joined together in a tender kiss.
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When Neuvillette awoke, eyes fluttering open, he was a couple inches away from his mate who stared deeply into him, almost like peering into his soul. An undignified yelp came out of him as he scrambled away to the edge of their bed.
“Sovereigns, you scared me.”
No answer came from Wriothelesley, instead, his mate only tilted his head, then followed after him, facing in front of him again. After a beat, he gave a firm push, Neuvillette’s back hitting the sheets and landing with a soft ‘ooph’. Wordlessly, his alpha climbed atop him and started scenting him. The alpha’s cheek and nose rubbed against nearly every part of his body slowly and uncharacteristically hard, like he wanted to press and mold his very being into him.
The unusual behavior of his mate, alongside the potent scent coming from the alpha, made Neuvillette fully awake as he remembered yesterday’s conversation.
“One day of the full effects of my pre-rut, then after my rut will begin and last for three days,” Wriothesley had said. “I will most likely be reduced to… baser instincts when the meat of my pre-rut starts. I apologize in advance for any out-of-line behaviors that I may do.”
So it must be that his alpha was in the thick of pre-rut right now. A bubbly feeling of excitement welled up inside him, the joy of being with his mate like this. His hand wrapped around the other to place on his back, encouraging him.
“That’s it,” Neuvillette cooed. “You just need your scent all over me, don’t you?”
A rumbled purr came as a reply as the alpha then switched tactics and started to lick at his scent glands lovingly. He lathed the one at his neck, tongue caressing it and—
Neuvillette hissed, out of surprise more than anything, when sharp teeth dug into his skin. His mate seemed unfazed by his reaction, and only went on to gnaw at other parts of his body as if he were a chew toy.
“What a bitey little thing you are,” he mused as he let the other’s instincts lead.
Just when Neuvillette was beginning to get accustomed to the bites, licks and in-between nuzzles, Wriothesley promptly got up and began pacing around their bedroom, sniffing at furniture, occasionally stopping to rub the scent glands of his wrists on items.
Ah, he’s securing the room, their territory. It was a funny sight, to be honest, as Wriothesley was parading around in his undergarments looking oh so serious.
After doing a double check of the room, his mate then went to stop in front of the pile of their clothes that were a heap on the floor at the foot of their bed. Usually they keep tidy, but yesterday’s trial exhausted them to where they couldn’t care. Wriothesley bent down and picked up Neuvillette’s coat, sniffing at it curiously. His mate was really acting like an adorable sniffer dog, why, if he had a—
Riiiiiip.
Neuvillette blinked. His personally tailored coat made out of only the finest materials was ripped in half. Truthfully, it was rather a cathartic sight.
Riiiiiiiiiip.
The alpha continued, separating the sleeves, tearing through the pant legs, and when he was satisfied he moved onto his own clothes and proceeded to do the same. There was a tiny voice, sounding something like his mate, telling him that this was one of those strange behaviors he should put a stop to. But the omega inside of him dropped kicked that voice to the Abyss. His alpha was clearly focused on this task, a man on a mission. He couldn’t possibly interfere with that, nope. ‘Not guilty’, was the final verdict.
“Oh!” Neuvillette exclaimed as he watched Wriothesley start jumbling the pieces of clothes together and tying parts of it. He understood now. His mate wanted to create an object that had their scents combined and mingled together. Such fascinating minds alphas had.
After a few more minutes, Wriothesley stepped forward to Neuvillette and proudly held out a misshapen ball of red and blue torn fabrics. The alpha’s chest was puffed, even a small smile was on his lips. The omega, who was sitting on the edge of their bed, took it in his hands and brought it to his face. The alluring smoky scent of his alpha combined with his own scent of fine waters flooded his nose and made him purr. It was them and Neuvillette melted at their scents so interwoven.
“Thank you,” his words were genuine. Perhaps this was a silly thing, not to mention expenses would need to be covered later, but his inner omega was thrumming over such a gesture. The alpha’s eyes only looked expectantly at him. “Ah, I see. You must want me to build a nest with this.” And so Neuvillette went adding more blankets, pillows, clothes, a couple of stuffed animals that had been gifted to him, and lastly placed the misshapen ball as the centerpiece. The omega pawed the sheets a bit before getting comfortable in his nest, lying on his side. He beckoned the alpha over by patting the space in front of him.
Wriothesley began to climb atop the bed when all of the sudden footsteps could be heard from outside in the hallway, drawing closer. It dawned on Neuvillette that he forgot to tell the delivery service to change the day his package was dropped off.
Like a firecracker, Wriothesley sprung up and stalked to the door, posture big and all the while growling low and dangerous. The scent he gave off was deadly, ready to challenge the intruder.
“Wriothesley, no, stop that, come here,” the Chief Justice’s voice projected loud and clear.
Bang bang bang.
“Oh for Sovereign’s…” His mate was hitting the door—they had put a lock on it the night before—trying to get out.
Bang.
A sizable dent was made.
That’s when Neuvillette took action. He picked his alpha up by the waist—my, what an unhappy mate he was, snarling and kicking his feet—and threw him onto their bed. He pounced on him, pinning all of his weight down and effectively trapping him.
“He won’t hurt me. Listen. He’s gone.” The delivery man must have smelled them, for the footsteps have turned in the opposite direction and could no longer be heard.
The alpha stopped with his angry noises and struggling, but still looked disturbed about the occurrence. Neuvillette slowly got up from him, and kept an eye on his alpha as he scented the room again.
Seeing how his alpha remained agitated (Wriothesley had looked out the window and started growling even when there was nobody outside), Neuvillette remembered he could use himself as an advantage. He lay back on the bed, shimmied out of his undergarments then folded his knees up, leaving his hole and cock exposed to the cool air.
“A-alpha…” The omega made sure to call in a whinier voice, pushing out his pheromones. The alpha, who was staring out the window, turned his head, and noticing his presented mate he rushed to attend to him. A lick at his hole sent shivers up his spine. Another lick came, and soon the alpha sucked at his rim and prodded his tongue through the tight muscle ring, coaxing out slick. The omega moaned high, hugging his knees tighter and tossed his head to the side. His cock weeped with pre-cum, which turned into the alpha’s next objection he would pour worship to. Lips went to encase his cock, sucking gently. He gradually took it all the way in his mouth, an easy feat considering its smaller size. When he hit the base, he purred loud, the vibrations causing Neuvillette to mewl and shake.
“Alpha, I’m—” and with a cut off gasp, he came into the awaiting mouth, the latter swallowed his sweet tasting omega cum with a pleased rumble. The alpha crawled onto his mate, hugging him and took his time to meticulously scent him. He was still purring, tuffs of his wild hair tickled the omega’s face as he rubbed his cheek on his own. Neuvillette answered with his own purr, his contented scent filled the room, letting his mate know he was well taken care of. Hands came to reach behind the alpha’s back, moving up and down slowly and feeling those prominent back muscles. They lay with their legs tangled together, sleep fell upon them shortly.
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“Ah!” Neuvillette was once again jumpscared by his mate staring at him as he woke up, but he also had the honors of choking on air while doing so. The room was a thick haze of alpha pheromones so suffocating he felt himself starting to get light-headed. “You… must be transitioning from pre-rut to rut soon.” He could feel his body starting to get hot, and it wasn’t just because of his mate on top of him.
The alpha said nothing as those big, strong hands of his started to roam the omega’s lithe yet finely muscled body. He was kneading him, squeezing and rubbing at the soft flesh of his arms, pectorals, stomach, thighs. Sizing him up as if he was a fowl ready to be cooked then served on a platter. A platter all for a hungry wolf. The alpha’s eyes went dark with lust from the high keen that erupted from the omega when he brushed over pink, sensitive nipples.
Neuvillette’s own pheromones started spilling out, even more so when the alpha started rutting his cock against his hips, setting an irregular pace and humping him like an animal. The hard and large shape he felt was a looming promise, and he didn’t know if he was imagining things but he could have sworn it was bigger than usual. His own cock was trapped in between their bodies, the friction making the omega stutter breathy mewls.
His brain was getting more fuzzy. He drowned in alpha pheromones, except he didn’t want to resurface, and instead stayed engulfed in the sea of his mate. Be good for your alpha, let him do as he pleases, those words written in bold in his mind. He closed his eyes, and it took him to a whole new world of heightened senses. Like he could feel every individual bead of sweat sliding down his body, or like how his mate’s heavy panting caressed his ear. His hole oozed slick, twitching with a deep-seated need as his alpha kept rocking them forwards and oh their cocks finally met together, frotting so deliciously and Neuvillette could feel his orgasm approaching and—
The weight of his mate was off him.
He almost cried, about to call out for his mate, but when he opened his eyes his trance broke because he could see through all the alpha and headiness and pheromones, to the core that was his lover, Wriothesley, whose pale blue eyes quivered in fear. Arms propping him up and over him, he gritted his teeth, his body shook with restraint, like if he moved any more than an inch the entire world would fall apart. The beast was being held back, and this time, a single tear escaped to trickle down Neuvillette’s cheek. The thought of his lover trying to hold back his very innate nature in order not to hurt him, how he must feel so scared.
A gentle hand reached to cup the cheek of his lover.
“It’s ok.” A thousand meanings were spoken.
The string snapped.
The burning fire of arousal overtook, the alpha pushed his legs up and drove all of his enormous, aching erection through the tight ring of muscle, making the omega’s body jolt up as he wailed from the girth that plugged his insides. He had not been sufficiently prepped, so the burn he felt from his taut walls spread throughout his entire being, havoc at every nerve-ending as he trembled.
A mixture of a roar and groan sounded in the cloying air of pheromones as the alpha refused to let time stand still and relentlessly hammered away into the warm passage, each thrust making the bed creak harshly. Untamed, violent, brutalizing—so dissimilar to their usual lovemaking. The alpha used his body as if it were a piece of flesh solely made for breeding, that monstrous cock invaded him ever so deeply over and over again. Yet Neuvillette hung his tongue out in a dazed pleasure, this unyielding force upon his body, knowing that it was his beautiful mate who was not holding back, made his body flushed and wanting for more. Let him carve himself into you, let him seep in every pore.
“Hahhh, hhgh, hnghh—”
His slick production increased causing the most exquisite squelch of hot and wet which made the alpha punched out a noise of utter rapture. The frenzied look in the alpha’s eyes, the way his muscles flexed with his veins bulging out, the overwhelming might in which he threw himself in the pliant body at a frightening speed, paired with how he clutched the omega in his grasp so tightly like prey caught in the mouth of a predator; he truly was a carnal beast that could not be stopped.
“B-breed me,” Neuvillette sobbed, his sweet spot getting hit each time. “Alpha, breed me.” He wanted to repeatedly chant it like a mantra, but words were loss, as he was quite literally fucked speechless, leaving the obscene slapping sounds of skin to fill the void. His mind turned to mush and was no longer able to muster the strength to speak aside from broken, throaty moans. His hands clawed and gripped the bed sheets, calves dangled uselessly in the air as he was crumbled to an incoherent mess.
Suddenly the alpha pulled out completely, a whine of loss was heard, but it was changed back to moans when the omega was flipped onto his front with his ass raised high in the air, that massive length re-entering him fervently. His cock twitched at the motion, leaking pre-cum.
The onslaught continued, though signs of an orgasm were beginning to show. Pain mixed with pleasure blossomed as the alpha dug his nails hard into his plush skin, that knot that beat at his entrance with each plunge grew bigger, his pace began to falter; speed exchanging for power in his thrusts, each one meant to breed. Neuvillette was being fucked so hard that his own slick spurted out from around the cock like a fountain.
One mind-blowing thrust that made him see stars, two, that made his cock spew his omega cum down on the sheets, and finally three, the last thrust was a freight train as the alpha rammed his knot past the pulsing rim and seated itself deep. Thick and creamy cum flooded his passage, the feeling so hot that the omega’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. At the same time, the alpha attacked the mating mark with teeth that sunk in like there was nowhere else to go, digging in and making a home.
Neuvillette shrieked. A spark shot through him as his most precious, most sanctified part of his body was torn into, the bond between them renewed with vigor. His inner walls worked to milk the knot, coaxing out a surplus of his alpha’s cum, as the rest of him lay tired, panting hard. Darkness flickered in his view, and before his consciousness slipped, the last thing he registered was his mate rubbing circles in his sides; the gentle touch of Wriothesley.
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Two days had passed of their lovemaking. Neuvillette had decided to call it that, whilst it was different than their usual, it ultimately left him with the same feelings of unadulterated love for his partner.
“Don’t you think the word ‘lovemaking’ is a bit too tame?” Wriothesley frowned as he played with a long lock of white hair that strayed from his lover. The two of them lay side by side facing each other. “Have you seen yourself?” Indeed, bruises, bite marks and scratches littered all over him in a way that it could create countless constellations. Neuvillette would wear it with pride, though not like he could show it off much due to the surface area his clothes would cover.
“Also...” Wriothesley reached behind him pulling up something, and oh, there it was, that magnificent ball of their ripped clothes all tied together. “What the fuck is this? Don’t tell me I did this.”
“Isn’t it lovely?” Neuvillette looked at it fondly, the swirling colors of red and blue. “Why, it’s quite amazing what is perceived in an alpha’s mind in the throes of rut and how—”
A groan of shame, along with muttered words of “what’s wrong with me” cut him off, making Neuvillette chuckle, though he winced at the action, feeling soreness.
“I…” Wriothesley’s eyes reacted with worry, “…are you ok?”
“Yes, darling. I am sincere when I say I enjoyed every single moment of it. How about you? How did you feel about this?” His hand came up to sweep a sweaty dark lock to the side.
“It was the first time in my ruts where it felt good losing control,” his mate answered in a hushed, soft voice. “You… you’re a wonder.”
Neuvillette smiled and was about to reply with flowery sentiments, when he suddenly felt a hotness overcome his body, a glob of slick gushed out his entrance. His omega pheromones started dispersing like crazy to which the alpha made a downright ravenous expression, licking his lips salaciously causing Neuvillette to blush.
“It appears you are a wonder too,” Neuvillette gasped as two mischievous thick digits came to nudge at his hole, “for it looks like your rut has triggered my heat early.”
“Didn’t think I would return the favor so soon,” the corners of Wriothesley’s lips were upturned to a small smirk. “Let’s get started, shall we? You’re in good hands.”
Their laughs combined in harmony as their bodies collided once more.