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Jayce hides in the shadow of a large potted fig tree. He peers through a slit in a wall of curtains surrounding an inner sanctuary. It’s late, and Jayce should be asleep, but the sounds of spring pleasure are too tempting to deny the lure of. He cannot help the way his body warms with thrill as he spies upon the noise and delights inside.

The room is humid, air heavy with the perfume of sex and wine. Candles and lanterns sit between low tables with blankets and cushions, illuminating the palaces’ most noble courtiers and their evening’s entertainment.

There are old and young faces. Jayce recognizes them all. The Nobility lounge in states of undress, their heads tossed back with indolent pleasure. Most are undressed in remnants of blues and oranges, marking their high status. A few even have sheer silks in royal red, indicating their closeness with the Queen.

Still so many others wear black, and yet so very little of it rests upon those who sport the striking colour.

One arching figure wears a black sash loose at their hips, barely disguising a well endowed cock. Another is in a black dress with a slit so high that Jayce sees thigh and flank so blatant that his mouth waters. Each person in black wears an identical mask, and it inspires an unearthly look, the curved domes of lace disguise unique features into expressionless obedient anonymity.

Those in their masks and black outfits are not noble like the rest of the partygoers. They are Alphas of the Queen’s Royal Harem.

The Alphas move in a careful rotation. They do as they are bid, pouring drinks and leaning to press indulgent mimed kisses to interested mouths. Their bodies are touched and groped freely, bent into positions over tables and across laps.

From where Jayce watches, he sees when they step away for turns to rest. He hears a pair of them murmuring behind a shadowed pillar just out of his sightline.

“–Queen is well attended for tomorrow’s journey. It will be up to you and her favourite to ensure that the carriage is comfortable.”

“I will make sure that it goes perfectly,” purrs the responding voice in sultry confidence. “This is not my first Summer Pilgrimage. I know what makes our Queen happy. The adrenaline and lust of spring will still be on her skin, it will be easy to keep her occupied.”

“Good. I will ensure that all is well with those of the Prince’s harem, and then I will follow with the second round of courtiers. You know how to contact me if something is amiss.”

“You worry so,” teases the other.

They both walk together so close to where Jayce is peering in, that he lets the curtain fall shut, blocking his view. Jayce holds his breath. To be caught would be to get in trouble, even being caught by an Alpha servant.

Their shadows grow larger and their voices are easier to parse.

“All of the Princes’ harem are still untrained and underfed, years away from service. What could possibly have you concerned with checking them before we leave?”

The low deep laughter that follows makes Jayce’s toes curl with unexpected desire. The shadows pause and Jayce realizes they are about to leave and come out upon the open air hallway he is standing in.

In a panic Jayce shifts closer to the gauzy curtains and, with a prayer he steps through them into the shadows of the party he had been snooping upon.

Footsteps come heavy behind him, the two in black speaking right next to him on the other side of the curtain.

“One of the harem Alphas has been causing trouble. It seems they are already trying to choose a pecking order. He has been aggressive with the newest ones.”

“So the bitching rumours are true?” The one speaking sounds delighted rather than horrified. “He fucked them so aggressively that they became omegas?”

“Those swollen with child have been sent off to the monastery, the others were offered a ride to the city with a handful of coins for their trouble.”

A thrill spools in Jayce’s stomach. He knows little about the harem he will one day be given, only that he has been made to wear special undergarments since their training began two years ago, which are taken from him and given to the Harem frequently.

The Alphas are being trained onto the scent of him, told of his habits and pleasures and are being shaped to be the most perfect companions to both him and the Royal Courtiers that will eventually be under his command when he is one day King.

But the earliest he can enjoy the fruits of his Harem is at thirty, which is still just over four years away. Until then, he is left wholly to his own devices and imagination without allowances for intimate companionship at all.

But still, to know that there is one Alpha in his Harem so hell-bent on being Jayce’s favourite that he would fuck any competition into becoming Omegas makes Jayce’s body ache with a need that has his fingers twitching.

There is a cheer of delight and Jayce’s attention is drawn back to the events of the party. In the middle of the candle-lit room the Alpha servant in the high slit gown is being positioned for entertainment. He is held from behind, a hand slipped under his mask to cover his mouth by a much smaller Alpha. The one in the dress is masculine and strong, yet so easily subdued, his body relaxes and squirms only with anticipation.

At his feet gather several drunk courtiers with roaming hands that do not hesitate to feel up the Alphas legs. They delight in peeling away clothing to reveal his small erect cock.

There is a feverish murmuring at his size and Jayce watches as the courtiers tease and play with it, making it bounce with strokes of their fingers. The Alpha is already hard despite the torment he is under. Perhaps it is the heady pheromones in the air; even to Jayce the omega lust is sweet and pleasing.

The Alpha struggles and whimpers, but the second obediently muffles his moans.

It is a display that captures the attention of most of the room.

The Noble Omegas sniff and lick at the Alphas thighs and tease its cock and balls with gentle taps and rapturous laughter.

“I have never seen a cock so small except on a Beta,” delights a courtier.

“Nor I,” agrees another.

“Let us milk this one and see if it tastes like cream, perhaps it is not an Alpha, but a handsome cow.”

“I will get strawberries to dip into his fresh milk,” teases another, “and we can all take turns tasting.”

Jayce’s heart hammers in his chest, lust warming and flushing his body. He should not be here. He should not be watching this act. And yet his feet are rooted to the spot as the Alpha is held steady and mewls when so many hands stroke and squeeze and finger him with greedy delight.

The Alpha’s whimpers are barely contained by the hand over his mouth, and when his knees buckle, the second holds him up bodily so that the Omega’s in their delights are not interrupted. Strawberries are brought. Mouths and fingers tease until an orgasm is inspired, and there are soft cheers of delight as the bowl of fruit is painted in milky satisfaction and shared.

Jayce’s mouth waters at the sight. He clenches his thighs together and watches the Alpha collapse onto his knees. The mask is lifted and the Alpha’s mouth is parted with tender hands and he is fed fruit decorated with his own orgasm.

Jayce fights not to put his hand down into his own robes. His cheeks are flushed with desire to taste those strawberries and touch and tease an Alpha in his own voracious way.

“My Prince,” comes a soft voice.

Jayce nearly leaps out of his skin, eyes wild as he turns around and finds the curtains are parted behind him, and the two who had been speaking earlier– who he had avoided, watch him with amusement through their twin masks.

“Shall we direct you to tea in your chambers?”

He knows it is not an invitation. Jayce has no claim or right over his mothers Harem, they are merely chiding him.

“I must have gotten lost,” Jayce says, straightening and lifting his chin, feigning calm despite the way his heart is hammering hard in his chest. “I know the way.”

“Then we will bid you good evening,” the other says. Both hold the curtains open for him, and Jayce steps away from the Courtier’s party and back into the cool evening air of the outdoor walkway connecting the rooms of the palace.

“Good night,” Jayce manages.

“Sleep very well, your Highness.”

Jayce cannot get the scent of Alpha from his nose, nor can he stop imagining the taste of strawberries and cream from his tongue. When he finds repose in his rooms, it is with frustration that he chases down pleasure. When he licks his fingers clean, he is still imagining the delights of the evening.

His body aches for more, and sleep comes restlessly.

-

After an entire season of peering through screens at boisterous spring fertility parties and indulgent breeding affairs, it is shocking to be alone.

The palace is nearly empty by mid-day. When Jayce walks through the halls it feels as though he is not merely Prince, but perhaps King, yet of the smallest empire possible.

He paces silent corridors and passes by rooms still abandoned in messes not yet tamed by the remaining handful of servants left to him. With Spring well and truly over, the Queen and her courtiers had celebrated until the last possible moment, before donning their traditional garb, entering horse-drawn carriages and embarking on the months-long pilgrimage of Summer across the plains and to the second palace for prayer and holiness.

They will be sharing stories of the old gods and pretending at piousness as if they had not just spent an entire season naked and surviving off of sex and wine.

Once when Jayce was younger, he was invited on such pilgrimages. But in his middling years between Childhood and his Ripening at thirty, Jayce is left to do as he pleases.

It is a time of discovering one's self, his mother had said that morning, pressing an indulgent kiss to the top of his head. She had been dressed in so many layers of white that one could mistake her for a goddess of virginity. Perhaps if her belly was not round with twins, he could believe it.

Jayce is not entirely sure what he is supposed to discover about himself in a palace with no entertainment.

He pauses at the curtained room he had spied on last night. The curtains are tied now, letting in fresh air. Most of the room is still a mess of pillows and spilled wine. There is a discarded black dress in the middle of the room that Jayce thinks he recognizes. An empty bowl sits next to it with strawberry stems discarded at the bottom.

He swallows around a lump in his throat. Last night it was all he could think of… the Alpha being taken apart so willingly for an audience. Thought of that, and thoughts of his own Alpha harem… the rogue causing trouble.

It is impossible not to fantasize.

Jayce walks on, past an elaborate pond with royal fishes, their mouths gaping and bodies flashing in noble colours. He stands in the garden but it brings him little of the joy it typically imbues. He walks through closets hung with beautiful gowns, but they also bring him little in the way of pleasure.

Jayce explores empty rooms, peers out windows, and spies on abandoned private quarters, before giving up entirely. He drags his feet to the royal reception room which has been decorated for his pleasure today.

There is a nest of comfortable pillows and a stack of books. Trays of drinks and fruit have been set within reach of him, everything accessible without need of the few remaining servants to dote upon him.

Outside of the curtained walls stand the shadows of two guards, offering Jayce protection and privacy both. He knows that barely raising his voice will summon them. He is alone, watched. Such is the life of royalty.

Jayce spreads himself onto the floor, laying amongst the cushions. He tips his head back and looks at the ceiling, gaze unappreciative of the opulent paintings and frescoes.

Despite, or perhaps because of, his ardor last night, his underwear is wet this morning. Leaking enticement, seeking attention. Jayce’s urges tease at him again, floating images of Alphas being used and delighted at.

He lifts his head and finds his voice.

“Attendant,” Jayce calls.

There is hardly a moment before a curtain is pulled open across the room and a small beta enters, her head bowed low.

“I was told last night that there is a member of my Harem causing trouble, bitching his fellows. I want him brought before me at once.”

The moment of hesitation says much. Jayce is not allowed at his Harem so soon, but there is no other Royal in the house with a status higher than Jayce’s. If this servant wants to double check with the Queen, it will take days to send word and receive it back.

Jayce watches silently as decisions are made and, at last, she breathes her assent.

“As you say, your Royal Highness.”

When she scampers away, it is on soft feet.

Jayce grins at the empty room and rolls onto his stomach, pushing a fat strawberry into his mouth and chewing. He has no plan, not really. Perhaps to lay his eyes upon the prize of his Harem so willing to cause trouble and gain dominance. Jayce knows he must preserve his virginity until he is thirty.

And yet…

His mother had told him to discover himself had she not? What better discovery than indulging in a fantasy that has him feverish?

It is a while before his wish is granted, but Jayce does not mind the wait. He plays with himself through his robes, idle and daydreaming of what his Alpha troublemaker looks like. Likely tall and strong, like the one who had been in the high slit dress, and with a taste for cum soaked strawberries.

Or perhaps he will be shy and sweet, the kind of Alpha who will curl up under Jayce’s blankets and suck him off in the morning without being asked. Someone less showy, merely desperate for attention from his Prince.

When he hears approaching footsteps, Jayce straightens his clothes and lounges more elegantly upon his pillows.

Between the shadows of his guards, the curtains betray one single person standing waiting for Jayce’s attention. Taller than the beta girl.

A thrill rushes through him and Jayce feels drunk on the delight of his bad idea.

“Step forward,” Jayce orders, his voice barely masking his arousal.

The sheer curtains shift, held open by the gloved hand of a guard just wide enough for the lean figure to duck through. Jayce’s guest is smaller than the Alpha from last night. The man is perhaps Jayce’s height, but lean as a rail.

His Harem Alpha is wrapped like a gift. His robes are layers of royal scarlet, whore’s black and the white of innocence. Tangles of silk and brocade decorate his hungry body while leaving little to the imagination.

The robe sits open on his pale chest, clinging to the angles of his shoulders. Even with the mask he wears, Jayce can imagine the whore has sharp cheeks. Starvation betrays how new this one is. Most of his mother’s retinue are plump and well fed. Jayce knows his father had been a massive Alpha; well prized and thus well fed until his eventual passing.

Jayce imagines that at only twenty five, the whores set aside for his own use are still fresh enough not to have had time to put on muscle and fat. They have not been doted on and cared for enough yet to be good breeding stock for the royal family line.

Jayce should not be dipping into his allotment of Alphas. His virginal body should be preserved until thirty, when he would be primed in both health and mental fortitude to carry a proper Royal litter.

But left to his own devices, how can he resist such a natural call?

“I am told you are the most well endowed of my collection,” Jayce says, shifting on his pile of pillows, draped elegantly on the floor as all royals do. Those who are untitled are not wealthy enough for the decadence of floors so clean one can eat and lay and fuck upon them freely.

The whore bows deeply, his back straight, his posture wobbling just a fraction. Jayce watches, his hazel eyes assessing.

“What are you called?”

The Alpha straightens slowly, the curved silk mask covering his entire face is blank and betrays nothing of the man’s emotions. It lends an anonymity that Jayce is accustomed to, but has never specifically disliked until now. Harem whore or not, Jayce finds he wants to know if his Alpha is excited to meet his Prince.

“Whatever you wish me to be called, your Royal Highness.” The man has an accent that makes Jayce’s toes curl, it is deep and alluring. Eastern, he could guess, maybe from the Horselands. He wonders if that blood will make this Alpha a good ride.

“Whatever I wish?” Jayce murmurs, considering the offer. He reaches one hand lazily and picks up a warm ripe fig from the small tray beside him laden heavily with fruits. He splits it, revealing the honeyed fingers inside and Jayce dips his tongue in slowly to lick out the nectar. “Do you know why you are here?”

“To please you, your Royal Highness.”

Jayce finds a smile touching his lips.

“That’s a pretty way to say ‘to breed’.” he gestures with the split and licked fig. “How do you know you can please me, if this is the first time we have met? Are you experienced in lovemaking, or are you merely so well endowed that your size will bring me to orgasm through carnal pleasure alone?”

Jayce watches the man chew on his lower lip and shift his weight. There is that trembling again, and Jayce tracks the movement down, to the man splaying one hand across his upper leg.

“I am well read in the art,” the man says.

“Are you?” That surprises Jayce. He didn’t know that the royal whores could read, or that they were taught much at all beyond the basics of pressing in deeply and securely and riding out knotting to satisfying completion. Perhaps the rumours Jayce has eavesdropped upon have not been entirely truthful.

The man doesn’t reply, and Jayce sets the fig into his mouth and chews on it contemplatively, watching the man quiver as the seconds tick on.

“What is it that you enjoy reading?”

“What I am given, your Royal Highness.”

“Just that?”

A beat of hesitation, the masked face turns away only momentarily and Jayce imagines he is contemplating what benefit lying could bring.

“Not just that,” he says at last. “I enjoy folklore when I am able to read it, and stories of the old gods.”

Another surprise. Not just a whore then but a reader.

“And is there a favourite you have?” Jayce pries. He sucks on his fingers one by one, licking away the sticky fig.

Hands wring together, and his voice drops an octave becoming softer in his confession. “The stories of the air folk intrigue me,” he tells Jayce, as if saying such a thing could be a crime. “The tales of Winged Viktor and his retinue.”

“Winged Viktor, the god of air,” Jayce says, his lips curving into a smile. “Said to be a keen archer, and devoted Alpha of the Sun and the Moon. It tracks that you would like those stories. There are not many who paint Alphas in such a fine light, so independent and noble.”

The Alpha’s reply of yes is barely whispered. Jayce can see his blush, skin once milky now turning pink across his chest. He imagines the man’s face is scarlet. It’s so tantalizing that all Jayce can think of is putting his tongue against the colour to feel the warmth of it. He wonders if skin tastes different when it’s blushing.

“Perhaps you can be my Viktor,” Jayce teases, spreading his legs minutely. “Shall I be your Moon, or your Sun?”

The man startles. “I would not-“

“And I would,” Jayce interrupts, his voice cutting with authority despite not raising at all. “I would have you, and I shall call you Viktor and see your godly seed within me,” Jayce continues. “You said that I could call you whatever I wish, am I not your Prince?”

He, Viktor, nods and Jayce smiles at the obedience. How glorious it feels to own someone in this way. It is a messy, delightful power. And the man is so different, Jayce wants to touch him.

“Come and kneel. Pour me a drink,” Jayce says, gesturing. “I can see that you cannot stand for long.”

The way Viktor tenses is telling, ashamed to have revealed his weakness. But if this man is considered the best despite whatever keeps him from standing without trembling, then Jayce is intrigued. After all, members of the Alpha Harem are rigorously tested. This one would have been examined by four doctors at least and measured for both length, stamina and fertility.

The red, white and black robes fan out elegantly when the man kneels beside Jayce, though the act itself is an inelegant thunk of knees against Jayce’s rug. Viktor’s fingers are long and manicured, painted in shell pink. Viktor pours Jayce a small cup of herbal wine, and offers it with a bowed head.

“Hold it to my lips,” Jayce directs, “I wish to drink it from your hand. I am an Omega, Viktor, you must tend to me as I deserve.”

“Of course, your Royal Highness,” Viktor whispers, tone rattling. Anxiety, perhaps.

The cup is lifted and Jayce parts his lips, swallowing once before turning minutely. The wine spills, and drips down Jayce’s chin and throat in precisely the way he has seen other courtiers make messes of themselves. Intentional inelegance.

Jayce sighs and tips his head back. “You made a mess.”

“I am sorry.” Viktor sounds mortified, reaching for a fabric napkin.

“No.” Jayce murmurs. “Lick me clean.”

The beat of hesitation is too long, but Jayce waits. He watches when Viktor leans in closer and, hidden under the tilt of Jayce’s strong jaw, lifts his mask away from his face. Despite his curiosity, Jayce does not peek.

The Alpha's tongue is soft and warm, lapping at the base of Jayce’s throat. Tiny licks move upward, cleaning and tasting skin until Viktor is sucking carefully on Jayce’s smooth chin.

Jayce closes his eyes, enjoying the touch. His body warms to it, so utterly responsive to the attention. Far better than his own hands and imagination, or even the wind-up devices he had been given that offer vibration for a short time. Viktor’s breath on his skin sends a feverish tingle down his spine. He smells of sage and cedar and something heady and primal that makes Jayce’s body ache with that same feral desire he’d experienced last night.

Viktor pulls away and sets his mask back in place, his face turned politely to the side, offering Jayce the illusion of privacy.

Jayce finds he does not want that privacy at all. He reaches out and touches Viktor’s exposed shoulder, sliding his fingertips into the dip of his collar bone, then outward, pushing his robe down his upper arm. Viktor’s chest comes partly into view, his nipple dark and firmed up, a little tantalizing bud. There are other marks on him too, brown moles decorating his body. Jayce traces one of them, noting how large his own hands are on Viktor’s petite form.

“Are you aroused already, Viktor?” Jayce asks.

“Yes, your Royal Highness,” he replies obediently.

“Call me Prince Jayce.”

“Yes, my Prince.”

Jayce cannot help but grin a little, my prince in this man’s foreign accent is lovely. Jayce rubs his thumb into Viktor’s pert nipple and tells him to say it again.

“My Prince,” Viktor whispers, but the soft tone cannot hide the way his voice trembles.

“Your robes keep me from smelling you,” Jayce says, trying to be conversational. “There are perfumes in the layers that keep you from being preyed on by lesser Omegas instead of the ones who own you. But my robes do nothing to hide my scent at all, do they? Can you smell how much I want to be touched, Viktor?”

Viktor inhales very softly, his back arching in the smallest little way. “Yes.”

“Am I arousing you?”

“Yes, my Prince,” and his voice is fractured.

Jayce bites his lower lip, and pushes the robe from Viktor’s other shoulder. It slides to Viktor’s elbows, exposing his chest fully, hanging around him from the tie at his belly. More moles are revealed, and a second nipple just as erect as the first. Jayce teases it with his finger and then tastes the pad, sucking his own thumb. Jayce shivers, the perfume of the fabric unable to hide that true scent now that Viktor is more exposed. The taste makes Jayce’s cunt squeeze and grow wet. A heady masculine scent, all sweat and arousal.

“Are you unwashed?” Jayce asks, a thrill colouring his tone.

“By three days.”

Jayce closes his eyes, taking a steadying breath to temper the rush of adrenaline spiking through him. It is an animal lust he feels, his rebellious freedom stoking a hotter fire now with this feral-smelling Alpha before him. Obedient and nervous, sweating his sweet natural odour that Jayce licks again from his hand. He groans, unable to help succumbing to the lust of his hind-brain that coaxes his need.

“Unknot your robe, Viktor,” Jayce says, watching with half-lidded eyes as his whore slowly works the tie loose. His motions are careful, tantalizing and intentionally slow. Unwrapping himself little by little so that Jayce is not overwhelmed by lust so powerful that he loses his inhibitions entirely.

Alphas are dangerous in that way, their lust too tempting for Omegas close to heat. It is better to keep them docile and wrapped up in scented silks. It is wise to have them domesticated, obedient and ready to be used when the time is right.

To have an Alpha tamed and kept as a pet, is to be humane.

Viktor slips his arms out of his robe then pushes the rest of the fabric off of his lap, and it unfolds onto the floor around him. He kneels there, bare and breathtaking, smelling like sweat and sensuality.

Jayce’s mouth waters, his skin prickling when the scent of Viktor reaches him.

Jutting up from between his narrow thighs is an impressive cock, curved, pale and rose pink on its shiny head. Despite its slender appearance, its base holds the promise of a knot and below that, crushed between delicate thighs, a sack of impressive weight. Jayce’s cunt grows wetter, eager to be stuffed with this glorious prize.

The man is elfish, and also a bull.

“You are lovely,” Jayce rasps.

“Thank you, my Prince.”

“Spread your legs.”

Viktor shifts to spread his knees apart. His ballsack sways, his cock bounces, a bead of pre-pleasure dribbling down the length. Jayce watches, feeling lust creep into his psyche like a drug. His body feels tingly, his faculties fuzzy around the edges. A deeper part of him focused and desperate for this delicate man to breed and fuck and pleasure him into oblivion.

Perhaps this is what it’s like to be in heat. Perhaps merely seeing this Alpha exposed and naked, smelling of recreation and arousal is enough to stir Jayce into being the perfect Prince. Perhaps this alone could coax his body into taking in Viktor’s hot messy seed and swell with pups.

“Did you come with supplies?” Jayce manages at last.

Viktor unfolds a panel from his robe and he pulls out a delicate glass vial filled with a viscous purple liquid.

“Hyacinth oil,” Jayce identifies. A wealthy lubricant, one even Jayce was not allowed to have for the sake of pleasure alone. And yet this Alpha has it, and turns it over in his fingers. The oil is said to ensure a proper breeding, and to incite longer knotting and pleasure.

“If the Prince wishes for something lesser, I have it.”

“Lesser?” Jayce asks, raising an eyebrow. “You are Winged Viktor,” Jayce reminds, playing their story on further. “You are a God in your own right, and you wish for less? No, this will do nicely. Tell me now, am I to be your Moon, or your Sun?”

“The Sun,” Viktor whispers, hand falling into his lap, holding the vial tight. “You would be the Sun, my Prince.” He answers so quickly that Jayce has to wonder if the man has fantasized about this before.

Jayce’s eyes soften. “The Sun then, more demanding than the Moon if I remember the stories, is that right Viktor?”

A nod.

“And also bred more fully, was he not? His belly was swollen so thoroughly by the God Viktor that he became a celestial body in the sky, casting Omega light across all of the lands who could see him.”

Viktor swallows, and Jayce thinks he can smell the arousal heighten.

“Give me more wine, Viktor. Sit astride my lap and feed me until I cannot stand it.”

The man rises to his feet, cock jutting so proudly between them that Jayce would only have to sit up and lean forward to suck it into his mouth, lick away the nectar from the wrinkled hood like he would a fig. His eyes drag downward, and he sees for the first time, the brace upon Viktor’s lower leg. A bar of silver set deep into the skin, drilled perhaps, into bone. It is beautiful and horrifying both. And clearly this is the reason the man struggled to stand for so long.

Viktor hesitates, seeing Jayce’s gaze.

“Does it hurt you?” Jayce asks.

“Some.”

Jayce hums his consideration. “Will it impede your work, Viktor?”

“No, my Prince.”

“Then my lap is yours to sit upon.”

The Alpha takes his stride forward and his cock nearly brushes Jayce’s cheek. Jayce can feel the warmth of it, and the intense masculine smell has Jayce’s mouth water so fiercely that he has to swallow.

Jayce halts Viktor there, his hand wrapping around one of Viktor’s thighs, and Jayce admires the thick tangle of hair around his impressive cock. The scent of him is unlike anything Jayce has ever had. Not even stolen underwear from the laundress has smelled this delicious.

Jayce leans in and with all of the grace of a prince, sniffs the length of Viktor’s cock, and then breathes in the perfume of his sweaty tangle of pubic hair. The smell is musky and earthy. Salt and sweat and sex. Viktor smells like a spring fertility orgy, but there is no sweet trace of Omega on him. There is nothing but Alpha desire.

Jayce presses his nose into the damp curls, feeling Viktor’s warm cock rub against his cheek. He nuzzles the base of that cock and huffs in another breath.

Jayce groans softly, and cannot resist licking up the taste of salt.

The perfume of Viktor’s crotch is unlike any drug Jayce has secretly partaken in.

Viktor trembles again, and Jayce slides a hand down his leg, caressing the warm metal plates. The Alpha flinches minutely, a reaction barely checked, and Jayce pulls his face slowly back.

“Sit upon me.”

And when the man sits, as light as any bird, Jayce’s body responds. He arches, a hand caressing Viktor’s hip. Jayce rocks up helplessly under Viktor.

He wants to be fucked, he wants his toy to turn him over and breed him deep and obedient. But… all things are better with patience and Jayce is not eager to throw his virginity away so quickly. There is a game to this, and he desperately wants to play it. Even if his face now smells of sex and his hands are trembling more fiercely than Viktor’s leg.

Viktor pours another glass of wine and he lifts it to Jayce’s lips. This time he is far more careful, and when Jayce swallows, he pulls the cup away so that it does not dribble down and into Jayce’s elaborate robes. Between them Viktor’s cock rests heavily on the elegant buttons of Jayce’s clothes.

“More.”

Viktor gives him another sip, then another. He refills the little cup and Jayce drinks again, his eyes dark and half lidded as he watches the impassive masked Alpha tend to him. He can barely see through the fine mesh, barely make out the angle of a nose, and feel the warmth of sweet breath.

“Have you bred before?” Jayce asks at last.

Viktor sets the cup down, and picks up a fig, splitting it between his elegant fingers. “Yes.”

“With an Omega?”

“With other Alphas,” Viktor says carefully.

“Do they try to bitch you, Viktor?” Jayce teases, knowing the truth is wholly opposite.

Viktor straightens and despite not being able to see his face, Jayce imagines him frowning.

“Never.” His tone is sharper, just by a fraction.

“You breed others then, other Alphas?”

“I have been kept from the weakest ones,” Viktor admits, though it seems to annoy him to do so, and Jayce wishes he could see the man’s face. “Because I have changed two already. I have bred them so ferociously that their bodies submitted to me, and they swelled with pups before being removed.”

Jayce’s eyebrows raise, his mouth parts, and Viktor takes advantage of the position. He sets the fig half open side down onto Jayce’s tongue. With two fingers Viktor rubs it down into him, and Jayce buries the tips of his tongue into its soft flesh and does not feign the way it makes him groan.

Viktor is unreadable, even when Jayce sucks on the man’s fingers, and bites them gently. He chews on the fig when Viktor pulls his hand away, and swallows down the fruit. Jayce can only tell by the reaction of Viktor’s eager body that he is enjoying himself.

“Some might consider you dangerous,” Jayce says as if this conversation could be casual. As if Viktor is not perched upon him, teasing Jayce in every sense. “I’ve been told that you are a threat to my harem, because you are bitching my property.”

Viktor says nothing, and Jayce takes the second half of the fig from Viktor. “Some say I should separate you from the others if you are so feral that you are breeding your fellow Alphas. A drive like that is not healthy when it isn’t aimed properly.”

Jayce takes the fig and presses it against the hot, shiny head of Viktor’s cock. The Alpha inhales, spine going straight, hands fisted at his sides. He rocks his hips, fucking into the fruit with a single unrestrained thrust.

“Good boy,” There’s a triumph in seeing the whore come undone, to see what he might look like unfettered, so wild he’d fuck even another Alphas hole. “You’re desperate, aren’t you? Is that why you aren’t washed? Were you hoping your scent alone would come my way and drive me into an early heat?”

Jayce strokes his hand up Viktor’s side and then back down, feeling muscles tense with his restraint.

“You’re beautiful.” Jayce reaches to touch the waves escaping from Viktor’s tangled updo. “I like your hair, I enjoy how it matches the curls around your cock, Viktor. The blonde around the edges. In the future, do not cut or trim again. I prefer it wild.”

Viktor speaks through his teeth. “Yes, my Prince.”

Jayce rubs in the fig a little harder, making Viktor stutter into another thrust. His hips twinge and Jayce pulls the little fruit away before the man can find true satisfaction.

Jayce smiles, the thrill of control riding his arousal. He brings the fig to his nose and smells it, fragrant and illicit. Jayce sticks his tongue out and he watches Viktor while he licks at cum-soaked fruit, burrowing into the inner flowers and tasting every drop of salt and nectar. Jayce leans back on his pillows, licking then sucking at the fruit’s omega-like shape. The sounds he makes are so obscene that they should be embarrassing.

“You taste like bad decisions, Viktor.” Jayce teases. “My mother will be cross with me.”

He looks at Viktor, that impassive mask, but Jayce sees Viktor’s chest is heaving with his efforts of control.

“And yet,” Jayce says slowly, lifting his hips and Viktor briefly too before resting again. “I find myself ravenous. How lucky I am to have to personally deal with a desperate troublesome Alpha. There must be a solution to you bitching my harem. Are you acting out, Viktor? Is it so that he can have me all to yourself? Are you greedy?”

Jayce pushes the fig into his mouth and he chews it. He gestures for Viktor to lean closer, and merely teases both of Viktor’s nipples with sticky fingers.

Viktor arches prettily, head turning away and his throat exposed.

“You really are an animal.” Jayce says at last. “A feral creature to breed me when I wish for it. That’s what you really want, isn’t it? To be mine. To be away from the others and in pride of place by my side, in my bed.”

Viktor’s breath stutters.

“I will let you lay at my feet during meals and feed you with my hands, as my mother once did my father.”

Jayce wraps his hands around Viktor’s waist, and his fingers nearly touch. It is impossible to imagine this man has bitched Alphas. And yet… his cock is still erect between them, and his pheromones alone have Jayce feeling so aroused that even his cock-like clit is straining under the layers of his clothing.

“Tell me what you want, Viktor.”

Viktor’s hands come to rest on Jayce’s, keeping his grip on Viktor’s waist. Through the mesh of the mask, Jayce thinks their eyes meet.

Viktor’s voice is as inviting as stepping into a warm bath. “I want to breed you, like Viktor bred the Sun, and I want to be your only Alpha,” he says. “I will pledge myself to your pleasure, in return for your kindness.”

Jayce’s lips part and all he can taste is sweet fruit and savoury lust.

“I am yours to command.”

“Yes,” Jayce agrees. “You are.”

He reaches up and grasps the bottom of Viktor’s mask and he lifts it free. It catches on the ties holding Viktor’s hair pinned up, and the locks unfurl, cascading down around his shoulders in a tangle of brown and blonde waves.

Viktor is beautiful.

Viktor is the gaunt face that Jayce expected to see, his cheekbones as pronounced as the angles of his ribs. His facade of indifference is pulled away with Jayce’s action. His mouth has a pout set into the curve of it, the upper lip darker and bottom one swollen and wet. Jayce wonders if he’s been sucking on it to keep quiet. It’s Viktor’s eyes though, that snare Jayce’s attention fully. They are brown in the way honey is, lit from within with a kind of glow that is an aching, desperate lust. He tries to look away, not to be caught in his delirium.

Jayce traces the shape of Viktor’s chin and turns Viktor’s gaze back towards his own. Viktor’s attention is fleeting, and Jayce cannot help but laugh.

“You only act like you don’t want it then,” Jayce says with satisfaction. He pinches Viktor’s cock with his other hand, and Viktor whimpers, a crease marking his brow and his eyes squeezing shut.

“Cute,” Jayce praises. “You’re desperate for it, aren’t you? I don’t even have my clothes off.”

He pets Viktor’s sharp cheekbone and drags a thumb down his lips, opening them and looking at his teeth lazily, as if he’d know what to inspect. Viktor lets him.

Obedient Alpha whore.

“I like your tongue,” Jayce says conversationally. “Push aside my robes and let me feel it on my cunt, Viktor.”

The Alpha inhales, and nods. Jayce lets his hands fall away, and he stretches his arms, folding them behind his head. A picture of relaxed grace.

Viktor is less graceful. He gets off of Jayce’s robes and fumbles to find a way inside. His cock is so unruly that it gets in his way, drooling threads and catching on the fabric. It takes Viktor a moment to get between Jayce’s legs, carefully spreading them, then working through the endless layers of golden brocade and white silks. He ducks his head under them and crawls on his belly to get in.

Jayce feels Viktor’s hot breath on his thighs, and then against the embrace of his undergarments. Jayce feels the moment Viktor is fully immersed and breathing in his Omega scent. Viktor’s hiccup of arousal has Jayce’s thighs clenching appreciatively.

Viktor slides his hands under Jayce’s legs, and those hands grip hard, nearly bruising Jayce’s hips in their desperation. Jayce indulges the silent request, shifting to lean back a little further, reclining.

Jayce inhales when Viktor licks at him, tentatively only for a moment before Viktor pushes in the lace thong deeper between Jayce’s swollen lips, then licks around it, rubbing the fabric in with his nose and tongue, burying his face in. Viktor groans, a lust driven animal and it is nothing like his gentle masked restraint. His hands are rough, his vocalizations more akin to growls.

Jayce shudders, having someone else between his legs is a euphoric pleasure. He lets his head fall back and parts his own robes to find the curls of Viktor’s long hair. Jayce tangles his fingers in, scraping his nails into Viktor’s oily scalp.

Viktor slurps and probes, exploring. His tongue is soft, flicking up Jayce’s folds and working itself against the jut of his large clit. Viktor mouths at it, then uses teeth.

“Gently.” Jayce tries to be demanding, but his voice is a fractured mutter. Lust clouds his mind. His composure falls away in little shivers.

Viktor retaliates with a bite to Jayce’s labia.

Jayce pulls hard on Viktor’s hair, lifting him up and out. He sits up and glares at the Alpha.

Viktor’s face is wet, flushed pink, and he’s panting from his reddened mouth. He’s the most beautiful thing Jayce has ever seen.

“You really don’t have any self-control do you?” Jayce says, annoyance melting into desire. He feels so powerful with his Alpha in his hands, under his direction. Viktor is practically limp, his eyes are so dark that he looks feral. He says nothing to Jayce’s question, but does not fight. Between Viktor’s legs his cock dribbles and his balls squeeze, and Viktor looks down at it and up to Jayce, a silent but helpless request.

“All you want is to fuck me.” Jayce teases, a laugh painting his words. He shakes his head, aroused so intensely that he feels his skin flush with it. Viktor smells like every fantasy Jayce has ever had. His body aches to have Viktor’s large cock shoved deep in him, even when it has never felt anything so close to sin like that before. Some things a body knows to crave.

Jayce lets go of Viktor’s hair and caresses his sharp face, rubbing his thumbs under those razor sharp cheek bones.

“You’re beautiful,” Jayce says in a gentler tone. “You look so different from all of the other Alphas I see around the palace. I like how small you are. I like that I can do whatever I want to you, and you can’t do anything about it, can you Viktor? You have such a big cock but you’re fragile.”

Viktor shudders a brief full body tremble.

“Do you like the panties I have on for you?” Jayce says, easing his grip. “They are the ones set aside for my deflowering. You didn’t hesitate to put your mouth all over them, did you? You can’t help yourself around an Omega. You’re pent up. You crave release, even if it means doing something you shouldn’t.”

Jayce leans in closer. He can smell his own slick on Viktor’s mouth.

“You’d break the rules even if it means fucking a virginal prince raw,” Jayce whispers with satisfaction. “You’d do it if given the chance, wouldn’t you?”

Viktor holds his breath.

“Answer me,” Jayce says. “I am your Prince.”

“Yes, my Prince.”

“Yes what?”

A heartbeat of hesitation and Viktor swallows audibly.

“Yes I would fuck you raw if I had the chance,” he replies, accent thick.

Pleasure jabs Jayce in the gut. “Would you pin me down, Viktor?”

Viktor’s eyes dart away. “Yes.”

“Would you claim me with your bite and ruin me for anyone else?” Jayce presses, his mouth watering with the dark thrill of being ruined so recklessly.

Viktor whimpers, his cock flexing, thighs pressing together with desperation.

“Answer me,” Jayce demands in his gentle tone.

Viktor grinds his teeth, nose wrinkling before he spits out, “Yes, my Prince. I want to bite you until you bleed, I want you trapped on my knot and swelling with my cum.”

“Ugh, fuck,” Jayce whispers.

He can feel himself soaking the string of his panties, and spreading to wet his robes.

“You really have no manners, no training.”

“You are years away from your deflowering,” Viktor says, eyes closing in slow, pained blinks, as if fending off waves of crippling lust.

It is a thrill to see him without any tools to fight against his own desire.

“Am I?” Jayce teases.

At this precise moment that fate feels skewed. Like the inevitability of his deflowering is crashing towards him headlong, and its catalyst smells like sex and sweat.

“Does that mean you’re going to get up and leave?” Jayce asks. “Are you a coward, or are you afraid that your cock won’t be able to do the job?”

Viktor looks away, exhaling through his nose in displeasure.

Jayce drops a hand and wraps it around the hard length of Viktor’s cock. It’s heavy and feverish in his hand. He grips, squeezes without stroking. Viktor’s stomach clenches and he bends forward, a stutter of breath escaping his throat nearly silently. He succumbs to the abuse like a wilting flower.

“You’re a little slut, aren’t you?” Jayce says, leaning forward and whispering against the shell of Viktor’s ear. “You fuck my other Alphas, you bitch any who are weaker than you are, but then when you are faced with an Omega’s cunt, you fold and lay down and squirm on the floor just to lick me through my panties.”

Jayce digs his fingernails in, and Viktor chokes.

“Tell me what you are,” Jayce says, pressing his lips in close.

Viktor whimpers.

Jayce is patient.

“I am your slut, my Prince.”

“Yes, you are,” Jayce agrees, releasing his grip.

Viktor looks up at him, eyes wide and dark, desperate to please. Jayce rewards him with a gentle petting down his cock, massaging the loose skin and feeling the shape of him.

Jayce isn’t sure a cock this large will even fit.

Jayce releases Viktor, and it is with a desperate, frantic energy that Jayce starts to untie the sash of his robes. He unclasps the hidden mechanisms and pushes off the outer layers.

There is only a heartbeat before Viktor’s hands are on him too, working off the under robe and pulling it up and over Jayce’s head. His body is far darker than Viktor’s, soft with all the luxuries of living as a noble. His small breasts are captive under a too-snug band of lace, and the threads of his explicit thong dig into the generous shape of his hips.

Viktor’s hands rest on Jayce’s stomach, and he pants open mouthed, eyes dragging down the sight of Jayce, lingering, before raking back up as if he is trying to memorize every inch.

Jayce feels a soft tap tap tap on his belly and looks down to see little splashes of blood dribble down his body. More fall, and Jayce looks up to see a scarlet line running down Viktor’s nose and mouth.

Viktor’s eyes widen at that same moment.

The Alpha claps a hand over his face, inhaling sharply. “I am sorry, my Prince,” he gasps out. “Allow me to-”

He hurries, reaching back for his own clothing to wipe Jayce clean, but Jayce catches Viktor’s wrist in a firm grip.

“You are bleeding,” Jayce croaks, unexpected arousal ratcheting up in him. He cannot help but grab Viktor’s other wrist too and pull it from his face. Jayce watches a thin stream of blood slide down the Alpha’s chin. It starts to drip again, painting Jayce’s stomach with warmth.

Viktor squirms, trying to keep himself from making more of a mess.

“Are you so aroused that even your blood wishes to get on me?” Jayce chuckles, “and what a mess you are making. Now you’ll have to clean me up, Viktor.”

Viktor tries to take his hands back, to reach for his discarded clothes, but Jayce holds him steady.

“Ah, not with those,” Jayce purrs. “Lick me clean, Viktor. And see you don’t make things worse. It would be a shame if I had to punish you for staining my skin.”

Jayce releases him and Viktor pinches his nose hard. His throat bobs, and Jayce enjoys watching him fret. He soothes Viktor's bare thigh while his Alpha waits for the bleeding to stop, and it only takes a moment.

“That’s better,” Jayce confirms when Viktor pulls his fingers away. “Now,” he gestures to himself, and Viktor folds beautifully downward, his ass up in the air.

Viktor’s tongue darts out warily, lapping and smearing a freckle of blood. He shivers and Jayce cannot help but slide his hands over Viktor’s shoulders and along his back.

His Alpha licks again, and a soft little whimper escapes his lips. Viktor nuzzles against Jayce’s soft stomach, his hands wrap around Jayce’s middle and he presses in closer. Another lick, and in the span of a heartbeat Jayce watches Viktor’s nerves harden into desire, and Viktor scrapes Jayce with his teeth a little growl.

Viktor’s gaze lifts and meets Jayce’s. His face is smeared with blood, his tongue painted. Viktor licks, long and slow, making a show of it. Viktor wipes under his nose and licks his hand clean too.

“Does that taste good?” Jayce whispers, petting Viktor’s cheek.

Viktor closes his eyes and his sigh is a groan. He nibbles at Jayce’s stomach and laps up the rest, indulgent. He licks higher, caressing the little valleys under Jayce’s breasts.

Viktor’s gaze snags on the thin strand attaching the white cups of Jayce’s bra and he leans in, teeth first, and he watches Jayce while he chews slowly through the elastic. The fabric springs free and Jayce’s omega breasts bounce once. Each is a small handful and delicately curved. His nipples are dark and ringed darker still, and Viktor does not hesitate to mouth them with a groan of pleasure.

Jayce arches, breath catching in his throat. Viktor’s teeth and tongue lave and bite, suck and circle his nipple with increasing brutality.

“Viktor,” he gasps out, tangling his hands once again in Viktor’s hair.

Viktor stills abruptly, panting against Jayce’s chest, expecting to be hauled away, and the sudden inaction makes Jayce pause too. Viktor looks at him and his expression is something needy, something desperate.

Feral yes, but his Alpha is obedient. Jayce strokes Viktor’s cheek; it’s wet from his licking and mouthing.

“You really are a ravenous thing,” Jayce teases. “Touch starved, sex starved.”

Viktor’s eyes close and he swallows, before reaching out his tongue to catch the edge of Jayce’s nipple, teasing it ever so softly. He is incorrigible, desperate. And when Jayce groans with pleasure, Viktor shakes free of Jayce’s grip and mouths at Jayce’s chest again.

His hands cup Jayce’s breasts, squeezing them as he takes turns suckling on each nipple. His sporadic bites make Jayce arch in protest.

When Jayce warns that Viktor is going to bruise him, Viktor nips harder, cock twitching between his legs.

“You like that, don’t you?” Jayce gasps out. “Will you try to spy on me to see the colours bloom? Will you hide in my laundry basket,” he teases, “or will you squeeze yourself under my bed and peer at me when I sleep?”

Viktor shudders at the notion, his hands sliding down Jayce’s waist and squeezing. He looks away, but Jayce does not miss the way the Alphas cheeks pinken.

“You already spy on me!” Jayce accuses with delight.

Viktor presses his face into Jayce’s stomach, but Jayce hauls him up and pinches Viktor’s gaunt face.

“Are you obsessed with me, my little pet? Have you been watching me? Is that why you’ve been bitching anyone you can, to ensure that you’ll get my attention?”

Viktor’s groan of displeasure is accented, his eyes sliding away from Jayce’s stare. But Jayce is patient and he waits out the muttered reply.

“I have been… spying. I have been watching you from the doorway when you sleep,” Viktor confesses in his lilting tone.

Jayce should be angry but the emotion does not have a chance to bloom, it is crushed under a heady thrill of arousal that warms his belly and wets his cunt.

“Do you stand there and sniff the air after I masturbate, Viktor?” Jayce whispers. His reward is the reddening of Viktor’s face into the deepest of pinks.

Jayce cannot resist, he leans up and licks the hollow divot under Viktor’s cheekbone and groans at the warm taste of his blush.

“You are insatiable,” Jayce praises, voice rattling with arousal. “I want you in me. I want to fuck myself on your cock until neither of us can take it anymore. And the next time you spy on me,” Jayce murmurs, holding Viktor’s jaw tight and staring into those molten honey eyes, “you had better come in and show me how desperate you are.”

The man looks bewildered. Instead of certain trouble, his spying is earning him far better.

Jayce pushes Viktor gently off of him. “Now lay down, I want to ride you.”

Viktor shifts back, all stunned obeisance.

Jayce merely smirks and slides off what remains of his bra. He pushes his panties down from his hips; they cling to his hungry cunt, strands of drool pulling and breaking wet against his thighs.

Jayce stands, and Viktor lays out before him, cock jutting up, hair splayed. His hands are fisted against his chest as if resisting some notion to disobey and claim his Prince faster and harder, however he wants.

But that is not how the game works.

Jayce positions himself over Viktor’s hips, spreading his legs and, with careful fingers, he spreads his cunt. Viktor watches closely, licking his lower lip. Jayce shows himself off and feels high from the attention.

“You’ve made me so wet, Viktor,” Jayce murmurs. “I think the fit will be tight. I’ve never had a cock before.”

He dips a finger into himself and the sound is sloppy. Jayce pulls it out and rubs the slick against the tip of Viktor’s aching pink-headed cock.

“Do not fuck me like some animal,” Jayce reminds. “I am your Prince, you are my whore.”

“I won’t,” Viktor gasps out, hips twitching minutely.

Jayce lowers himself and grips Viktor’s cock. He is careful to line it up. The tease of intrusion is thrilling. Jayce rubs Viktor’s head against his clit and a moan escapes his lips. He grinds himself, frotting their cocks together, before succumbing to his own carnal desire. Jayce pushes Viktor’s cock head back towards his hole and sinks onto it.

It aches. His body splits, and despite his slickened cunt the stretch makes Jayce breathless. He shifts lower, onto his knees and presses his hand against Viktor’s chest, steadying himself.

Jayce rocks forward and lets the little head pop out. Desperation anchors in his gut, and Jayce pushes down, meeting hardness and rolls himself back on his Alphas cock with a groan of pleasure.

Jayce stutters on his inhale, overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness taking over all of his senses. His cunt aches, spread out and stretched around Viktor’s cock. There’s still another inch at least, where Viktor’s knot sits unrealized, but Jayce cannot push himself down any further.

He leans forward, panting, feeling the visceral raw pleasure of their sex.

“Your cock is too big,” Jayce rasps.

Viktor’s expression is glazed, a middle distance stare, his chest heaving. His hand twitches and he reaches to take Jayce’s, twining their fingers together in wordless comfort.

“It’s too big,” Jayce repeats.

He slides himself up, then sags back down and feels Viktor’s cock shove back into him, shunting against the back walls deep enough to make Jayce struggle for a breath.

“Viktor,” Jayce rasps, demanding attention.

Viktor’s gaze barely clears, he looks at Jayce, his expression fractured in bliss and agony. He squeezes their joined hands and tugs Jayce downward, then catches him in a kiss.

The world stills. Viktor’s mouth is clever and soft, coaxing Jayce’s open with a tongue that still tastes of cunt. He explores, licking against Jayce and urging him. They move against one another, the kiss deepens and Jayce moans into the intimacy of it.

Jayce has never been kissed before, never been held like this. Viktor scrapes a hand through Jayce’s hair and yanks him downwards until their chests are flush.

Jayce can feel Viktor’s heart beating in time with his own, rabbit paces matching.

Jayce clenches and moans around Viktor’s tongue, the new angle making his penetration more pleasurable. Viktor shifts under him, and then with new leverage arches and rocks his hips. His cock sinks deeper into Jayce, and they gasp into each other’s mouths.

“Fuck,” Jayce rasps.

Viktor’s growl of pleasure is a twin to Jayce’s ecstasy.

“Don’t stop.”

Viktor’s hands slide down Jayce’s back, steadying his hips. Jayce covers him so entirely but Viktor doesn’t protest, he merely rocks his hips again, slow and deep, and moans when Jayce clenches hard in return.

They work together, Jayce meeting each careful thrust. Their breaths mingle, kisses start and are aborted, interrupted by gasps and groans. Viktor’s forehead is sweaty, his hair curling with it. Jayce’s body is slick, and between his legs the sounds become loud.

The wetness and slide mirror Viktor’s tongue fucking into Jayce’s mouth. The pleasure builds quickly, a thrust in and firecracker delight shivering up Jayce’s spine. Another thrust and it comes again, tantalizing and teasing but never lasting. Jayce chases it, sucking hard on Viktor’s tongue, demanding without words, rocking and grinding.

Viktor’s thrusts become slower, his stamina wavering, and Jayce feels a visceral loss.

“I said don’t stop,” Jayce rasps, grinding his hips and Viktor huffs a whimper but obeys.

The renewed tempo is less predictable. Their bodies rock together, slower and deeper until Jayce can barely suck in a breath. He presses his forehead to Viktor’s and their gasps mingle, their soft huffs of feverish desire match. Jayce rides the fever that swells inside of him, glowing and rising like the morning sun.

Viktor arches and his cock drives in deeper than it has before, and that is all it takes for Jayce to come fully undone.

Bliss crashes in, sweeping Jayce’s cognition and forcing him to look, to feel, to be nothing but an entity of pure fucked-out bliss.

A mouth is on his and Jayce is kissed senseless through it all. The rushing in his ears loud and brilliant and brief.

“Fuck,” he moans.

Viktor bites at his jaw, and then his ear. He licks at Jayce and breathes hot and desirous against his skin, unsatisfied, frenzied. Rallied into action while Jayce forces stillness to catch his breath.

“I’m going to sit up.”

Jayce moves but doesn’t expect the loss he feels at the distance between them. The lack of intimacy, and Viktor’s warm chest against his. They look at one another, Viktor on the floor clearly just as startled by the change.

Wordlessly, Viktor pushes himself up, and his hands find Jayce’s cheeks, and he slams their mouths together in another brusque, demanding kiss.

Jayce digs his nails into Viktor’s shoulders, keeping him close, pressing their bodies together again. Their adjustments are minute, Jayce straddling Viktor’s lap while they remain entangled in one another.

Viktor mouths at Jayce's throat and bites at his neck, he licks and groans softly, as if the closeness brings him as much pleasure as Jayce’s cunt wrapped so tightly around his cock.

“You feel so good,” Jayce whispers. “Stay like this, stay close to me.”

Viktor licks at Jayce’s ear, his breath sends tingles down Jayce’s back. When Jayce adds a small shift and drops down onto Viktor’s cock, it makes him moan out far more loudly than he ought.

Jayce looks towards the curtained walls, where two guards stand posted. There is no way they have not heard, have not smelled their coupling, and yet they do not move to stop it.

Viktor’s gaze looks in the same direction, and Jayce corrects him with a hand on his chin.

“You are mine to claim. My Alpha to fuck myself on and be pleased by,” Jayce reminds, whisper quiet. “Mine to let ravage me if I wish. Mine to take my virginity, Viktor. Now moan for me while I ride you again.”

Viktor nods, swallowing, and Jayce sets to work with determination, bouncing himself slowly on the end of Viktor’s still-hard cock. It nearly slides out, making them both inhale soft gasps, before sliding itself in and deep, rubbing against Jayce’s inner walls.

Viktor is utterly obedient, his low groans of pleasure coming in tempo with each pulse.

“Your filthy unwashed cock,” Jayce rasps, eyes barely open. “It’s so deep in my Princely cunt, Viktor. You’re making such a mess of me. Is this what you wanted? To deflower me like this? All you think about is fucking me, isn’t it? This is what you’re best at.”

“My Prince,” Viktor rasps.

“From now on, don’t wash until I tell you,” Jayce orders. “I want your scent strong. I want you in my bed cumming on my sheets so that I smell like it later.”

Viktor’s hands grip Jayce tightly around his hips, and he picks up his pace.

“I’ll take you back to my room and rub every pair of panties I have on your cock until you’re desperate to cum. They’ll all smell like your sex, so when I wear them, my cunt will remember who it likes best.”

Jayce grips Viktor’s hair and tilts his head back. Viktor’s mouth hangs open, panting.

He cannot help it. It’s just too easy to let his mouth water, and let his own spit dribble inside. It stretches and falls a bubbly mess on Viktor’s tongue. “Swallow me.”

Viktor swallows, his eyes wet.

“Do I taste good?”

“Yes, my Prince,” Viktor trembles. “Ah, again? Please… Spit in my mouth again.”

Jayce spears himself down on Viktor hard, feeling that throb of bottoming out. He opens Viktor’s mouth with both hands, and spits hard into it. Viktor waits, mouth open so obediently. His lashes are damp with unshed tears and he moans.

Jayce spits again, and it dribbles down Viktor’s chin. Still Viktor holds his mouth open and Jayce leans close and licks up the mess until his lover gives in, and kisses him back with a pleading whimper.

He rides harder, learning to love bruising the inside of himself. Learning to force in Viktor’s cock until the pain and pleasure meld. Viktor holds him tight, and when he’s allowed, licks at Jayce’s skin wherever he can reach, and accepts whatever he is given with tearful desperation.

Against the lips of his cunt, Jayce feels the swelling. On each hard downstroke he feels his lips spread open, and when he looks down, Viktor’s cock is blushed dark. His knot sits, ripening, just below where Jayce can force himself to fall.

“Already?” Jayce asks, but he hardly needs to. He can see how close Viktor is.

“I want you,” Viktor pleads.

“I’m not done yet,” Jayce says in return. “Put it away.”

Viktor squirms, shaking his head. He can’t.

“Then I’ll put it away.”

Jayce stops his bouncing and reaches under himself, gripping Viktor’s cock around the knot and squeezing hard.

Viktor moans, tossing his head back and crying out in agony. “Nnggh!”

Jayce grins with heady triumph. “You don’t get to decide when, Viktor. You’re mine. Your cock is mine, your knot is mine.”

He squeezes harder and Viktor whimpers, his eyes shut and tears run down his cheeks.

“Tell me what you feel, Viktor.”

“I like it,” he confesses, his voice shredded with lust. “I love it. Please… Harder.”

Jayce grips him, and with careful, tiny movements, fucks himself again minutely upon Viktor’s cock.

“You don’t get to cum until I say so. You’re mine to fuck. It’s all you’re good for.”

Viktor nods, frantic.

“Kiss me again, Viktor.”

The man sobs, crushing their mouths together, crying with agony. Jayce feels the man fracture, all pretense and defiance. All veils of indifference pulled away in one swift motion.

Viktor clings to him, desperate and sweet.

Jayce lets go of his knot, and starts to fuck himself on it again, the sticky sounds matched by Viktor’s sniffs and hiccups and his wet cheeks.

“I know what’s good for you,” Jayce murmurs, panting while Viktor buries his face into his neck. “Give in.”

Jayce pets his hair and Viktor’s bites turn to nibbles. Viktor’s growls turn to mewls, and he accepts every fuck on his cock with sincopated huffs. Jayce works his body until he is aching, until he is singing with pleasure so close to crossing the threshold of another orgasm.

“That’s the way,” Jayce’s voice fractures and he arches his back.

Viktor’s hands grip him hard, pulling him down in two rough fucks. Viktor’s cock strikes inside of Jayce once then twice, and it is too fucking easy to fall apart into the sharp gorgeous bliss of it all. Jayce’s breathing shudders and he folds into Viktor, shivering through the sensation of his body unspooling into pleasure.

His moan is incomprehensible.

Jayce pants, open-mouthed into Viktor’s shoulder, their movements paused save for the heaving of their sticky chests pressed together. His skin feels electric, adrenaline buzzing in him from so much stimulation.

Viktor squirms, and when Jayce pulls away, Viktor’s eyes are searching without asking. His cock is still hard and eager inside of Jayce, not yet milked to its fullest.

“I want a new position,” Jayce mumbles.

They shift, Jayce lifts himself off of Viktor’s cock and his cunt gapes. His knees tremble, and it is easy to relax into the soft caress of the blankets and pillows on the floor. Jayce spreads himself out, laying against the cushions.

Viktor watches, and crawls forwards. He rubs a tear-stained cheek against Jayce’s ankle, then Viktor moves slowly between his legs, peppering small brushes of his mouth and stealing tastes of skin. Viktor nuzzles at Jayce’s leg hair and licks the sweaty underside of Jayce’s knee. He comes between Jayce’s thighs and spreads them minutely, transfixed by the wet open state of Jayce’s cunt.

Viktor ducks and presses his face against the mess, breathing in loudly and deeply, and arching his back. He shivers and groans, breath against the apex of Jayce’s mound. Viktor licks at his slick soaked pubes, eyes lifted to meet Jayce’s expression.

To Jayce’s surprise he crawls up further, dipping his tongue into Jayce’s navel. Then he mouths at one of his breasts, before nosing his way under Jayce’s arm and touching careful fingers to the delicate curve of his pit, tracing the curls of sweaty hair.

“You smell so good,” Viktor confesses. “You smell like me, and of our sex.”

He bends low and licks the soft place between Jayce’s breast and armpit, swallowing hard around the flavour before migrating up. He mouths at the top of Jayce’s shoulder before licking up his neck in a long stroke. He sucks on Jayce’s earlobe and breathes against him.

Jayce shivers, goosebumps prickling his skin from the gentle teasing.

Viktor noses his hair, and angles Jayce’s head to get a deeper breath of him. The man’s chest is heaving, taking in scents like a hound. Viktor’s hands knead at Jayce’s breasts, and he straddles one of Jayce’s thighs. His cock lays heavy between them, wet and hot and hard, aching for a release that Jayce has not allowed.

Viktor squeezes Jayce’s meager breasts together and presses his face between them, licking up the seam. When he releases them, they spring away, and Viktor caresses where they melt into Jayce’s chest.

Viktor’s hands and mouth roam while Jayce catches his breath. Viktor licks and admires places Jayce would never think to care about. He nibbles at the stretch marks on Jayce’s stomach, and licks at an old scar.

Viktor presses his face into the brushed thatch of Jayce’s cunt and nestles his face in. He does not lick or tease, he merely soaks in the warmth with half-lidded eyes. Dazed in some kind of Alpha bliss.

Jayce gives him a lazy smile. “Do I smell like an orgasm?” he teases. “Do I smell satisfied?”

Viktor sighs deeply and turns his face away, burying his nose into the crook of Jayce’s upper thigh and stomach. The man looks utterly content, pleased to simply exist in a space where Jayce is compliant with his licking and touches.

Jayce should mind, he thinks, but he doesn’t. It’s nice to have someone obsessed with him, even momentarily being parted while they fucked had been uncomfortable. The reassurance of touch has him sighing and parting his legs when Viktor settles himself between them on his knees.

Viktor’s cock juts up proudly, wet and beautiful.

Jayce reaches to where the Hyacinth Oil had been abandoned by the figs and he offers it to Viktor.

“Enough stalling,” he murmurs. “I want you, Viktor. I want you to show me what they taught you in your books.”

Viktor’s hands grip the underside of Jayce’s calves tightly. He squeezes, nearly bruising before releasing Jayce and taking oil. Viktor pulls off the lid and tosses it away, upturning the contents of the vial over the head of his tormented cock.

It colours Viktor in translucent purple and scents the room not with flowers, but something herbal and sweet. Viktor slides his hand down himself to spread it, and his whine has Jayce reaching to spread his own lips open.

“Fuck me, Viktor,” Jayce rasps. ”Breed me the way Gods breed their lovers, and make my belly swell up with your cum.”

The Alpha hurries, his care comes with trembling hands. Viktor wraps his slick flingers around Jayce’s calves.

Jayce gasps when they’re pushed up towards his chest and, in a frantic shove, Jayce is folded. His knees nearly touch his shoulders, and Viktor pushes Jayce’s knees wide apart and looks down as Jayce’s cunt is revealed.

Jayce feels his ass lift and Viktor leans over him, cock warming against Jayce’s cunt. Viktor angles his hips to judge it against Jayce’s slick hole.

Jayce has never felt so exposed, folded in the way of animal breeding. He feels his cheeks flush, and he opens his mouth with a protest on his tongue, he shouldn’t be allowing himself to be manhandled by an Alpha in this way but–

Viktor’s eyes widen with success as he manages the angle just right and the soft head of his cock breeches Jayce’s hole. Then, without hesitation he slides his cock in hard. Jayce’s words fracture into a cry of pleasure.

Viktor pulls out only to drive himself back deeper, grunting and gritting his teeth.

Jayce’s body is worked down into the cushions. Adrenaline courses anew and Jayce struggles to suck in air. He is pounded through his exhales, but Viktor doesn’t stop. He fucks deep into Jayce, the brutal slide of cock unapologetic.

The lips of Jayce’s cunt are crushed by the overeager swell of Viktor’s warming knot. The lubricant turns sloppy between them, slick and aiding the deep press when Viktor grinds his hips in, desperate for more.

Jayce can feel Viktor inching in deeper, the litany of orgasms relaxing his body.

Jayce spreads his arms out, helping him stay balanced, keeping them both from toppling. Viktor’s face is scrunched in focus. It’s incredible, it’s astonishing to see the man ploughing into him with single minded focus. Jayce huffs with each pounding strike.

“Viktor,” Jayce rasps. “Fuck, oh fuck-”

Viktor’s next thrust comes to a shuddering stop and he pants over Jayce, sweat sliding down his cheeks. Jayce’s cunt throbs, then clenches around Viktor’s cock.

“Ah,” Jayce tosses his head back, heaving in a breath. “No,” he grits out. “Don’t stop. Breed me, Viktor.” Jayce rasps. “Put that cock to good use and fuck me.”

He’s hardly said the word before Viktor is driving hard into him again.

“Yes,” Viktor agrees, brow pinched with pleasure and determination. “My Prince.”

Viktor slides in, pressing for a long moment, hips bruising. Viktor tries to gain traction, to get deeper, shifting his weight and whimpering at the squeeze.

“Put your fucking knot in me,” Jayce orders, his voice wrecked. “You’re not bitching some Alpha, Viktor.”

Viktor pulls out, and his hips slap hard when he drives in again.

Jayce moans, his body so full he can’t imagine how they’ll get those last inches in. But he wants them, his body aches for it, sings for it. He reaches down, past his untouched clit and grips the base of Viktor’s cock hard.

Viktor cries out, but Jayce doesn’t relent. He squeezes Viktor’s knot.

“Fuck it into me,” Jayce orders through gritted teeth. “Knot me, you Alpha whore.”

Viktor shoves himself in with a brutal thrust and Jayce’s back arches as he is speared through. Viktor’s thick knot forces itself in, Jayce feels his body split for it an agonizing moment. It swells inside of him filling Jayce so much he can feel it in his throat.

It snares Jayce, traps him against Viktor, making him spasm. He’s never felt so full. There’s no cock left in Jayce’s hand, only the press Viktor’s heavy sack.

Jayce grunts, feeling choked. Viktor hovers above him, stunned and still, his mouth open and drooling onto Jayce’s chest.

Jayce squeezes himself, but there is no room, he can hardly clench, every inch of his inside walls crammed with the hot brutal crush of Viktor’s too-large cock spreading him open. His cunt aches with the stretch. His clit twinges where it’s pressed against Viktor’s bush, the friction just a tease.

Viktor twitches above him.

“Cum,” Jayce rasps.

Viktor’s eyes barely flutter, the daze of euphoria having stunned him stupid.

Jayce pulls his hand out from between them and it’s slick and sweaty. He reaches up and pushes two lube slicked fingers into Viktor’s drooling mouth and he pets the Alphas tongue down into his throat.

Viktor gags and moans. His eyes flutter shut and he sucks on Jayce’s fingers. Jayce swears softly, his body clenching again around the huge force of Viktor’s cock and his swollen aching knot inside of him.

Knotted but not bred.

“You had better cum,” Jayce mutters, fucking his fingers into Viktor’s mouth. The resulting slurping is a drippy, erotic mess that only makes Jayce wetter. He shifts his other hand and brings it to his swollen and neglected clit, and he rubs himself with Alpha drool.

“Ah, fuck,” the sensation of cock and fingers is so much, his body singing with it. He fucks his hand deeper into Viktor’s mouth, playing with his pussy with the other. Viktor chokes beautifully, nearly coughs but instead merely convulses.

“You love it don’t you?” Jayce whispers, lust sending little firecrackers through him. “You filthy whore. My sweet disgusting pet,” he praises. “All you wanted to do was fuck me and now you can’t even cum? What’s that big cock for then? Fucking me and that’s it. None of your own pleasure, you just want to be used, don’t you?”

Viktor whimpers, bobbing his head down onto Jayce’s fingers. Jayce rubs his clit harder, squeezing and flicking himself, bruising and stroking with a feverish intent.

“You’re mine,” he rubs and rubs, “you’re my personal sex pet. My gorgeous, starved creature,” Jayce tells him.

Viktor’s back arches and he pulls away, a helpless little thing, knot tugging at Jayce’s entrance. He cants his hips and pushes in, going nowhere.

Jayce feels a rise of pleasure build fast and brutal, his clit aching with a blissful fire.

“You’re mine, you’re mine,” he grits out through the blaze of a glorious orgasm. “Now fucking cum!”

Viktor spasms, his hips pulling back, but they are joined by the knot, and Jayce gets the full force of the hot, gushing load. Viktor’s cock fills Jayce up, bloating his stomach into an aching gorgeous pain. It pushes hard on his inner walls and Jayce feels the unexpected crash of another violent orgasm rock through him. He pulls his hands free and grips Viktor’s upper arms, arching his back through the carnal euphoria of being bred.

Viktor collapses upon him, panting hot breaths against Jayce’s neck. It’s all Jayce can do to hold him tight and close. He’s so swollen, so filled and plugged and needing to burst! Jayce squirms, the sensations not fading into post coital bliss but holding him in a strangle of lust–

Teeth find the meat between Jayce’s neck and shoulder, and a ruthless pain rips through him. It twists with his orgasm and Jayce shouts, agony and bliss. Blood and cum and brilliance. Viktor bites his claim, and dribbles of pleasure leak out between them in the writhing of their desperate touches.

Adrenaline is slow to fade. They cling together in the aftermath.

Viktor licks the wound he made, and Jayce pets the man’s hair, fending off the call of sleep. But it is too difficult to fight for long, and they lay joined in the mess of their decisions.

-

No one stops them when Jayce and Viktor walk, half dressed, from the royal reception room, to Jayce’s private quarters. His rooms are airy and bright, an enormous canopied bed standing by an open air archway to his private garden. The walls are painted in murals of old Gods and their stories; feathers and sunlight.

The servants are dutiful when Jayce requests meals, a bath to be drawn, and a few other items to be brought to him.

He is generous when he helps Viktor into the warm water of the bath and washes the Alphas hair.

He is benevolent while he watches Viktor eat, appetite strong even as they both start to nod off from sheer exhaustion.

Jayce folds Viktor into his bed, nestling him comfortably at the foot of it, just how he’d promised, and cradling his head onto a goose feather pillow. He presses a kiss to Viktor’s upper lip and watches how those honey eyes struggle to stay open.

“I have a present for you,” Jayce murmurs, petting back Viktor’s long hair, tangling the dark and light strands together.

Viktor sighs, his tone sweet and relaxed. That alone is worth far more than any thanks. Jayce can tell how grateful he is.

He feels something akin to godliness when he pulls the blankets up to expose Viktor’s bare legs and hips. The man protests, curling onto his side, and Jayce soothes a reassuring hand down his hip.

“Be good for your Omega,” he murmurs.

Viktor gasps and stiffens when Jayce wraps a gentle hand around his cock. And Viktor whimpers when the cold metal of his present is clamped so delicately around it, covering the length in pretty filigrees. Jayce wraps a matching loop around the base of Viktor’s heavy sack, and the two pieces clip together and lock with the twist of a tiny key.

Viktor sits up, his eyes wide now with fear, he looks at Jayce, mouth parted and pretty, then looks down at his now caged cock.

Jayce smiles and feels so Princely.

“Your cock is mine,” he says in a gentle tone, akin to soothing a rabbit. “I own it, Viktor. I ride it and stroke it and milk it when I please. And it will not be used on anyone else, not for pleasure or for dominance.”

He wiggles in a finger and pets the soft foreskin as if it were a little creature to admire.

“Do you understand?

Viktor’s breath stutters.

“My pet, my beautiful Alpha, don’t worry,” he murmurs, shifting Viktor to lay back down and covering his mouth with a languid kiss. “I will always take care of you.”

Jayce sucks on Viktor’s lower lip, and the man moans under him.

“Good,” Jayce praises. “Now sleep, you are going to need all of the energy you can get.”