Sea Druid

The minute you woke up in a fiery industrial landscape, you knew exactly what fate awaited you. It's no surprise you ended up in hell. You made some questionable decisions to get by in life, and now, you continued down that path once you ended up in hell.

The thing you didn't predict was being branded by a blurry figure above you, waking up your barely conscious self. You screamed out as the scorching hot metal pierces your back, leaving a red blistered "O" in its wake.

As you clamor back down onto the floor, you watch as others approach you, a hungry look in their dilated eyes. They had a similar marking on their bodies — with some having it on their arms, necks, and legs — only this time, they were marked with an "A".

You weren't sure why these much larger demonic creatures were stalking toward you, but something inside you told you to run. Scrambling on shakey, unfamiliar feet, you run in the opposite direction before being tackled to the ground.

"Let me go!" you scream and kick and squirm, but your attempts are fruitless against the man on top of you.

"I've been waiting f' a pretty omega like you t' claim," he mutters, pressing his hard crotch in between your thighs. Hot breath hits your neck, sending a cold shiver down your spine. Sharp teeth grace your neck, threatening to break skin before-

BANG BANG BANG!

A myriad of bullets fly through the air and plant into your assailant's shoulder. A guttural groan tears through his throat. He falls by your side, clutching his injury while screaming curses, "What the fuck! Who did this?!".

"Leave her alone!" someone shouts. You turn your head to the sound of a thick Brooklyn accent and see a lankey spider demon standing atop some rubble, tommy gun in hand.

His eyes narrow on you, "Don't just stand there, c'mere! Hurry!.". You follow the stranger's orders and run toward him. The stranger introduced himself as Angel Dust, a self proclaimed "movie star" who comes down once in awhile to help new "omegas". That's what he told you you were, an omega.

He offered shelter at his apartment and explained everything over a hot tea. "Ya comfortable?" he asks, sitting beside you on his couch, "the place isn't much, but it'll do, right?".

You nod while taking a sip of the steaming herbal liquid, "It's perfect. Thank you for letting me stay here, I-I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't been there.".

"Someone's gotta stand up to the alphas," his smile fades, "I know all too well what the harm they can do...".

"Are you an "omega" too?" you ask, not even entirely sure what being an "omega" meant in this place. Based on your short experiences in Hell, though, it seemed to not be a good thing.

"Nah," he says, stretching his limbs out on the couch, "I'm a Beta. But it don't matter to alphas. Anything that can be overpowered, will be overpowered.".

You tilt your head like a confused puppy, "Beta?".

Angel chuckles and runs a hand through the fluffy pink-spotted fur on his head, "Oh Jeez, It must sound like I'm speakin' a foreign language, huh? Here, let me break it down...".

Angel slowly walks you through the established "rankings" in Hell. From your very first arrival, your either an Omega, Beta, or Alpha. The Omega's are basically the lowest and most targeted class, especially unclaimed ones like Angel said you were. Beta's were neutral and had neither a role in claiming or making, however, they can still be taken advantage of by Alphas who are typically much larger then the other classes. The highest ranking are Alphas, the large top-dogs (literally) of Hell who are able to claim Omega's if they get a chance to bite them.

The explanation had your head spinning. You'd been in Hell for barely and hour and now having all this thrown on you? It felt like a nightmare, but you knew it was your new, cruel reality.

Luckily, you found your footing after a few months in hell. You were lucky to have the branding on your back, it wasn't completely clear what ranking you were and thus it helped with any malicious Alpha's planning an attack.

With Angel Dust's help, you had successfully disguised every obvious part about your station: he let you borrow some heels to make you seem larger, did your make up to sharpen your soft features, and let you borrow some nauseating perfume to cover any pheromones you gave off. He even stole some illegal blockers from his dealer to prevent your heat!

You were truly grateful for all his help, though, one problem still remained...

Angel stumbles into the apartment late at night, "Heya, toots, you awake?".

"I'm right here," you lift your arm from the couch to signal where you are. "You're home late," you sit up, "everything alright? Val didn't hurt you again, did he?".

"Nah, 'm fine," his words slur together, his movements sluggish as he plops onto the couch again, "we needa talk...".

"About?"

"Rent," he says, "I've been fine coverin' you these past few months but money's gettin' tight and Val keeps using my paycheck on blow!".

You furrow your eyebrows, "Really? It was all Valentino's idea?".

"...Maybe... maybe some of it was for my personal use-"

"Angel!" you shout, "you said you stopped using!".

"Yeah, well I fuckin' didn't, 'kay?" he sits up and jabs a finger into your chest, "ya still need to contribute around 'ere! I can't keep covering your sorry omega ass!".

His words stung. You knew he didn't mean it, but still, he was right. After all he's done for you, it was time to start pulling your weight. "Okay," you whisper, "I'll look first thing tomorrow morning.".

Angel sighs, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell I've just had a shit week.".

"I know, don't worry about it.".

"Thanks, toots," he kisses your forehead, "goodnight.".

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The next morning, you contemplated ideas for a job. "Maybe I could work at the Vee tower?" you suggest.

"No, absolutely not!" Angel protests, "dont 'cha see the shit I go through? I'd rather be in debt then drag you into that.".

"Not for Val, obviously," you walk into the kitchen and pour yourself some coffee, "isn't there some tech guy thats apart of that? I used to work for a "tech" guy back on Earth, surely it couldn't be too disimilar.".

"I dunno, his employees seem scared half to death most of the time. Besides, Vees don't hire omegas, the only places that do are... Jesus, I don't even know. No places wanna give days off for heats or have any office "claiming" lawsuits.".

You contemplate for a moment, tapping a finger to your chin before an idea comes to mind, "I could lie.".

"Tsh," he scoffs, "not gonna work. They ask to see your branding as apart of the interview.".

"Don't you know a tattoo artist?"

"Y/N!"

"What?"

He chuckles and rolls his eyes at you, "Since when are you comfortable lying? When I first met ya you were a mess!".

"Yeah well, desperate times," you take a sip of your coffee, "besides, it's Hell. What's a little white lie in a place like this?".

"You're bad," he teases, chin resting in his hand, "I'll call my tattoo guy, he's a lil sketchy, but he'll definitely do it.".

"Yeah yeah, thanks Ange".

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After a series of interviews and a successful "branding check" (your tattoo looked convincing enough to look like a "B" instead of an "O"), you got a job as Vox's assistant.

Your interactions were usually short, and he rarely ever yelled unless you truly fucked up. The pay was pretty decent too, it even came with solid insurance! And, most important of all, no one suspected you were an omega. Until today, of course.

Your past few heats were subsided by the blockers Angel had got you, but unfortunately, they'd ran out. As your heat grew stronger and stronger, you knew you couldn't just "ignore it" for much longer. You either needed to get fucked, or get medicated.

Normally, you'd just ask Angel to bring you more but he'd been MIA for the past few days. It wasn’t abnormal for him to be gone this much, he's usually stuck at work when Val was particularly angry or enamored with him, but it usually meant you can't get ahold of him until he's back. You had better chances catching him at work during a break (if Val even allowed him one).

Walking into work was a struggle. The platform heels you had on seemed particularly wobbly today, or maybe it was the nerves that had gotten you all shake-y. Either way, you were terrified your appearance would give away your situation.

You walk into your bosses office and place a coffee mug on his desk, "Goodmorning, sir.".

Vox, who was previously entranced by the giant shark floating past him in the tank, swivels his chair to face you. "Ah, you're here, good," he takes a sip of the hot black liquid you offered, "I need you in here today. It's important. We have a meeting with Carmilla and Zestial about some blah blah blah....".

His words trailed off in the distance. Heat rises from your core to your cheeks, your eyes glassy as you witnessed the Alpha before you. He was so much larger then you, he'd probably mark you up really nice and knot inside you until-

"Hey!" he snaps in your face, "are you fucking listening? Don't just stand there and sweat!".

"Wha?" you touch your hand to your cheek. Shit. You're burning hot. "I-It's just hot in here! Sorry sir!".

"Don't be sorry," he narrows his eyes, "be better. Now settle in, they’ll be here soon.".

"Uhm," you clear your throat, "can I just use the restroom real quick? I-It's rather hot in here.".

"It's 65... but fine. Have a piss break." he rolls his eyes and swivels back to the tank, "you have five minutes.".

"Thank you!" you briskly walk out of his office, taking off in a full sprint once the door closes. Moving felt uncomfortable and rather sticky. Why did you wear your pencil skirt today! Slick bypasses the fabric of your underwear and travels down your thigh, eliciting a soft whimper from your trembling lips.

You make your way to Valentino's floor, dodging all the half-naked Betas and Alphas who littered the area. "Oh fuck," you bite your lip, trying to keep your head down as to not distract you.

"Val!" you call out, "have you seen Angel?!".

The moth demon takes a drag from his cigarette and blows it out before looking down at you, "And who are you?"

"I'm Vox's assistant, and Angel's roomate. Please I really need to see-"

"Right, the little one who always pester me when Angel's busy at work," he bends over and blows the smoke right in your face, "you need to stop bugging him, he's busy. Shouldn't you be busy blowing Vox anyway?".

"Please I just need a few minutes for-" before you can finish your sentence, Angel walks out of his dressing room, looking bruised and thoroughly exhausted. "Angel," your breath hitches, stomach sinking at the sight of him, "oh God...".

"Y/N?" his bruised eyes widen "I told ya not to visit at work!"

"I-I... it's an emergency!" you plead, looking at him with glossy eyes and flushed cheeks.

"Oh shit," he mutters. He knew exactly what that look meant. "Look, I'll grab you some more tonight I— ow!" Valentino seizes Angel's lower arm.

"That's enough, you slippery twink!" Val drags him off and tosses him onto the bed, "get back to work!".

You look at Angel with shock and horror plastered on your face, but he returns with a lopsided smile and a nod that seemed to say "It's gonna be okay, don't worry about me". Reluctantly, you turn away from him and walk back to Vox.

After making a pit stop to the bathroom to stuff toilet paper in your underwear and smother your scent in perfume, you meet your boss back at his office.

"Sorry about that, sir, I guess I'm not feeling well-"

"Oh well, you're out of sick days so, I guess you're just gonna have to deal with it like an adult," he says patronizingly, "now, lets get on with this. Sit in the corner and take notes, log every important thing said and don't make a sound!"

"Yes, sir," you grab a notebook from your bag and prop yourself up in a chair in the corner of the room.

Vox takes notice of your flushed cheeks and the way you could barely sit still in your seat, "What is it?".

"Hm?" you snap your head towards him, "I-I'm fine!".

"You're not, and I need you fully focused for this meeting," he leans against his desk, "so what is it?".

"Uh," you stammer, trying to think of an excuse, "I... I just saw Angel...".

He raises an eyebrow, "Angel Dust? What about him?".

"He's pretty beat up," you say, "I-I'm his roommate, I'm concerned for him.". It wasn't a total lie, you truly did worry for Angel, but it's definitely not the reason your panties were soaked.

Vox lets out a sharp exhale, "Right, well, that's what happens when you work for Val.". He watches as your eyes fall to the floor below you, your feet tapping anxiously against it. "I'll talk to him about it tonight, I doubt it'll do anything to the temperamental ass, but if it'll put your mind at ease, then fine.".

You perk up, "Really? Thank you, sir!"

"Don't mention it," he straightens out the lapels of his suit and turns his gaze to the door, "just be ready for this, focus..".

Just then, Zestial and Carmilla walk into the office.

"Zestial, Carmilla, good to see you!" Vox says with a big smile, "please, have a seat.". The two overlords eye Vox warily and sit before him at his desk.

"Who's that?" Carmilla asks, pointing her large hand at you in the corner.

"Just my assistant. So, as I was saying-"

Suddenly, Zestial materializes at your side and offers a hand to you, "Good to meet you, miss.".

You gulp at the intimidating sight and take his steady head in your tremulous, sweaty, one. Four glowing eyes narrow at you, studying your awkward appearances before snapping back to Carmilla.

"Zestial, let's not delay this meeting. I want this to be over with.".

He gives you one last look before walking back to his seat, "My apologies. Shall we continue?"

Vox clears his throat, "As I was saying, I want to propose a deal between our blah blah...".

The meeting continues and you struggle to stay on task. Your writing becomes illegible as time goes by, your vision growing blurrier by the minute. Setting the notepad beside you, you take a minute to catch your breath.

Zestials hand felt nice and big in yours. You wondered if he'd make a good partner to claim you... "Dear God," you think to yourself, "what the fuck am I thinking! I-I can't let this consume me.".

You slide your blazer off your shoulders and hold it to your aching core. All you needed was a little friction and then you'd be satiated, right? Nobody’s can see anyway… Slowly, you grind your hips against your jacket, a barely audible whimper escaping you.

Your hands clamp over your mouth. "Shit," you think to yourself, "it's not enough. I need something else, someone else.". Grabbing the notebook, you completely abandon your duties and instead use the book to fan yourself.

Your bleary eyes focus back in on Vox. He'd taken off his jacket and vest and had his sleeves rolled up to his elbow, exposing his muscular forearm. "Oh crap," you whisper to yourself.

Your heart thuds rapidly against your chest, your breaths coming out shallow and fast. Nails claw into the seat below you to remain some semblance of control, you wanted nothing but to pounce on top of Vox and finally satiate the burning flame inside you.

Luckily, the overlords get up from their seats and quickly shake hands, thus concluding the meeting that had felt like torture for the past 10 minutes.

As Vox leads Carmilla and Zestial out of his office, he pauses for a moment. He lifts his head in the air and whiffs through the vents in his gills. His eyes dilate to the size of tennis balls before he quickly rushes out.

"Right this way!" he practically shoves the overlords out to avoid the pheromones that permeated through the air. Luckily, neither Carmilla and Zestial catch on to the odor; however, they were very off put by Vox's odd behavior.

The door slams shut, leaving your aching self alone in his office. Without thinking, you run towards Vox's desk and grab the navy jacket he had discarded on the chair.

"Oh fuck," you deeply inhale the fabric, the scent sending even more slick down to your throbbing, sopping pussy. As soon as Vox's smell hit you, you were a done for. Long gone was the composed assistant he knew, replaced by a feral, wanton omega that was hell bent on filling her urges.

Sprawling yourself out on his desk, you wrap the jacket around you, fully enveloping yourself with the Alpha's aroma when—

SLAM

Vox enters his office, his chest heaving as he narrows his eyes on you. Your body stiffens. You were caught. And, worst of all, you were happy about it.

"Last time I fucking checked," he says, his voice a low gravelly murmur, "Beta's didn't emit pheromones... and yet, here you are...".

"I'm sorry for lying... please sir," you plead, "I need this...". Unable to resist any longer, you sit up slowly on his desk and spread your legs apart, revealing the slick that coated your glossy thighs. The sweet fragrance of your arousal flows freely out of you now, breaking down the rest of Vox's composure.

"You want me to mark you up this bad?" he growls, claws hastily unbuttoning his dress shirt, "you want me to knot up inside you until your sure to carry my pups? Hm? Is that what you want.".

"Sir," you whisper, "thats all I want, all I need.".

"Then that's what you'll get," without wasting another second, Vox tackles you onto the desk, deeply inhaling the intoxicating scent on you. His claws rip into your shirt and tear the cloth off of you, his tongue immedietly lapping at your exposed chest.

"Hnnf," you whimper, grabbing at his slacks, "I-I can't wait..". Hooking your foot into the waisrband of his pants, you shove them down to his ankles.

The two of you continue tearing your clothes off of each other. Shoes, socks, and torn fabric litter the ground below, leaving only flimsy underwear to seperate you.

Vox's cock strains against his bright red boxers, his tip leaking out and dampening the material into a dark crimson. His thumbs sink into his underwear and yank them down. Kicking them off, he works on your panties nexts.

His large, rough hands slide up your wet thighs and peel back your wet panties. Tossing them to the side, he stares at the sight of your glistening, throbbing cunt presented in front of him like a man hypnotizes.

Labored breathes inflate his chest, his form growing larger, nearly twice the size he was before, as he takes in the desperate omega before him.

"Vox? What's happening?" you attempt to sit up, but presses a firm hand on your chest to keep you from moving. Thick and dripping onto your thigh, his massive cock looms over you. He lays his member onto your torso, his dick nearly the size of your whole stomach.

"I-Is that gonna fit?" you ask, looking up at him with big, doe eyes.

He smiles and brushes your hair behind your ear, "Of course it will, sweetheart.". Hoisting one of your legs up against his chest, he lines his tip up with your entrance and slowly eases his cock inside you.

"Ah!" you grab his arm, "Vox I—"

"I know, shh," he presses a kiss to your calf, "let me make you feel good. You were made for this, sweetheart.". His hips roll inside of you, his cock filling the needy hole that had been aching all day for him.

“Your scent is driving me crazy,” he huffs. He thrusts inside you steadily, the hard bulbous tip slamming your cervix and making you see stars.

Grabbing his hand, you guide it to squeeze your breast, “M-More, please.”.

“Well,” he smirks, “since you asked so nicely..”. He slams himself into you harder, causing the desk to shake rapidly under you. The pace nearly knocks the wind from your lungs. Any rational thoughts left your mind, leaving only thoughts of Vox remaining.

You felt so full, so right. You wished he’d claim you right then and there, then he could protect you and the pups for the rest of your life. That’s all you want.

As Vox grabs onto your tit, you arch your back into his touch. “Nngh,” you moan, “thas it… oh fuck…”.

His smirk widens, his breaths coming out rougher as you moan for him. “There we go,” he coos, “feeling better now, hm?”.

“Y-Yes…” you can barely see straight anymore. Between his dick repeatedly hitting your favorite spot and your nipple being toyed with, you could barely form coherent sentences.

Desperate for more, you lift your hips to meet his, further fueling the flames inside your core.

“God you’re beautiful,” he says, his eyes half lidded and focused entirely on you. “Wanna… wanna claim you…”. Vox didn't expect to enter his rut today, but alas, he did, and he was happy about it. He'd spent the past 70 years vying for an omega to mark, but everyone he turned to was either un-markable or unworthy.

You, however, little miss perfect, always coming in on time with your tight skirts and cheerful attitude, seemed to stir something within him that he hadn't felt for a long time. Something feral inside him unleashed the moment you showed your true colors to him, and, by all means, he didn't want to reign it in.

In a swift motion, he flips you onto your stomach, allowing access to a better angle. He pushes himself inside you harder, the base of his cock beginning to swell up. You feel his weight shift onto your back, pinning you further into the desk.

His hips make repeated contact with your ass, a loud "plap plap" noise filling the room. You feel the base enlargen further, his knot forming inside you no doubt due to his impending orgasm. Your muscles contract around his cock, helping the knot lock in place.

Leaning his screen on your shoulder, sharp teeth poke out to grace the skin, teasing the area and causing a shiver to roll down your spine. Tilting your head back, you gaze at him with glossy eyes.

Something about this felt so right. So necessary. Like you were fulfilling a goal, a purpose. Though you'd never even considered the notion before, it all seemed so clear now. Vox was to be your protector, the one to walk and remain with you for the entirety of your after life.

"Ah!" you shout as teeth sink into your shoulder. Vox releases your skin and laps up some of the blood left on you, leaving his saliva to mix into your wound.

"Shh, you're okay," he says, pressing a kiss on where he marked you. A groan tears from his throat, the base of his cock now fully enlarged and ready to lock in place.

Your stomach flutters, the walls of your pussy tightening around him as the coil in your stomach threatens to snap. "Vox," you moan, "I-I'm gonna cum.".

He chuckles into your ear and slams into you harder then he had before, sending the both of you over the edge. Hot seed spills inside of you and pumps into your cervix, his knot effectively blocking any trace from leaving.

Your hands fly to his chest and grab him, your legs feeling faint as pleasure radiates through your body. "Fuck!" you whine, shallow breaths leaving you as the heat slowly subsides from your body.

Once Vox's orgasm fades, he shrinks back into his normal size, his eyes locked in on you until you fully see eye to eye. Vox gathers you into his arms and hoists you onto his lap, still connected inside you. "You're mine now, doll," he rumbles, his claw stroking through your hair, "you feeling okay? Do you need a break, sweetheart? I know that must've been a lot for you-".

"Bed, now." you command, dilated pupils staring up at him. Though you were thoroughly satisfied, it wouldn't take long before you felt your urges again. In fact, you felt heat rebuilding up even seconds after your coupling.

"What?" his brows furrow, "but we just- ahah hah, doll, you can't be serious! We physically can't even separate and you want to-"

"I said now! ...please.".

His look of bewilderment fades and gets replaced by a smug smile that stretches across his screen, "Okay okay, so needy, huh pup? I'll take you back to my place...".

Without warning, he flashes you out of the room and reappears in his bed, with you still perched on his lap. "Now," his thumb graces over the bite mark on your shoulder, "where were we?".

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