Peg Me Daddy, For I Have Sinned

Shane follows and watches as Ilya grabs his suitcase. Shane tries to stop him but Ilya says that if Shane doesn’t think he’s a good enough alpha to help him with his heat, then maybe he should just leave. Shane gets Ilya to stop packing so he can explain. Shane tells Ilya that his heats aren’t the typical soft omega heats. His are very intense and he can be kind of feral. He’s worried he might hurt Ilya, and Ilya thinks hurting him is fine as long as he gets Shane through his heat. After talking, Shane agrees to share his heat with Ilya. Shane tells Ilya that if he becomes too much, Ilya can leave and he won’t be mad. Ilya scoffs at the idea of leaving Shane while he’s in heat and says everything will be fine. Shane switches his meds and a few nights later, Ilya is jolted awake by the sound of ripping and tearing.

He quickly realizes Shane has ripped his underwear off. Before he can say anything, Shane roughly tugs at his dick and he quickly gets hard. Shane unceremoniously drops down on his cock and rides him. Shane is so wet and he looks so fucking good, pupils blown wide and hair sticking out crazily. He’s about to say something when Shane’s hand slaps down over his mouth. His other hand wraps around Ilya’s throat and squeezes.

“Take it.” Shane growls and Ilya is so turned on. He shuts up and lets Shane use him for his own pleasure. He tries to thrust up but Shane slaps him across the face, and Ilya would have come if he had less discipline. He lets Shane use him like a dildo until he feels it.

“Knot.” He knows Shane wants him to be quiet but he feels like he should warn Shane that he’s about to pop a knot. He isn’t sure if the heat has thrown him into a rut or if he’s just so turned on by the situation but whatever the case, he’s going to knot Shane if he doesn’t stop.

Shane doesn’t stop. He rides until Ilya comes and his knot locks them together. It pushes Shane over the edge and he comes hard, crawling and grabbing at Ilya’s chest. Once Shane regains his senses, he looks down at Ilya to see his scratched up chest, redness on his neck, and his palm print on Ilya’s cheek.

“Did I hit you? And choke you?” Ilya nods and Shane goes to apologize but Ilya stops him.

“It was so fucking hot. Oh my god, I love you so much Shane. Please do not keep heat from me. If you keep heat from me, I will die. I will be good alpha for you and be like dildo for you, just let me-.”

One of the hedges suddenly bursting inwards and the prince stumbles back, hand going to where his scabbard ought be, but they were only in the enclosed gardens, he has no weapon!

In any case, his attendant is tackled to the ground and pinned beneath the bulk of a glossy purple mass of scales and spines and dark shining eyes, and the prince stares, mouth agape

The drake roughly tears apart his attendant's day suit, a black tongue delving between the attendant's legs and leaving him wailing sharp and loud into the grass as it sinks into his cunt and slurps greedily at him, in him...

And then the black tongue is replaced with a huge, glossy black cock that everts from an internal sheath, and he stares powerlessly as his friend is split open before him, screaming in horrible pleasure as the drake fucks him, rutting into him from behind

The prince just watching, sat on the grass, transfixed at the attendant's sweating skin, his whines and moans of ecstatic pleasure, and then more and more exhaustion as he comes repeatedly, begging for mercy, and then just going glassy-eyed and exhausted, mind broken, even as the drake goes on fucking him, bulging his belly out with more and more heavy come

Drake finally finishing and sprawling on its side

The prince crawling forward and the drake hisses at him, even as the attendant blearily begs for aid

But the prince just nudges his thighs further apart so he can examine where his friend's cunt has been forced to gape, faintly glowing lilac spend dripping out from him, his tortured cock twitching, the muscles fluttering

“Stop—! You, you can’t just keep hitting me whenever you want.”

Whumper smiled.

“Oh yeah, I bet that hurts you, doesn’t it.”

“Could you be serious for just one fucking second? You seriously can’t keep doing this anymore. People are starting to notice!”

Whumper scoffed. “Please. Whose ‘people’?”

“My coworkers—yesterday somebody asked me if I was ‘okay’— I told you that concealer wasn’t doing shit for the black eye.”

“I don’t give a shit what your coworkers think.”

“But I do. My job could be on the line here!”

Whumper’s face twisted.

“So? That stupid job is the only reason I don’t have you completely to myself.”

Whumper advanced, forcing whumpee to back away.

“Seems like if you lost it you’d have more time on your hands for more important things.”

“Like being your fucking punching bag??”

Whumpee let out a tiny gasp as their back hit the wall. Whumper hummed, amused.