OMEGAVERSE PART 9 PREVIEW
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OMEGAVERSE PART 9 PREVIEW
I wanted to give yall a longer preview but I didn’t want to spoil The Baby but!! A few more days and I’ll hopefully be ready to post :3
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PREVIEW: Lone Wolf Assassin MaleOmega!Reader x Feral Alpha Cleric: Part 7
There’s some angst in this one, but also some fluff, so I thought I’d include that in the preview :3 hoping to release this soon!
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I am so obsessed with all of them. If we are calling omegaverse babies pups then omegaverse babies need to be more feral.
I’ll post a longer preview later, I just needed to share this.
Lone Wolf Assassin MaleOmega!Reader x Feral Alpha Cleric: Part 4
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The next morning, you woke up feeling like a new man.
No hormones or pheromones to deal with, no strange fevers, no pain, morning.
You had woken up early, the sun barely rising, Varin still fast asleep in bed. You bathed, got dressed, and even headed down to get breakfast without him. At the end of the day, you were co-workers; the lack of your heat reminded you of that.
As you looked in your backpack, you found those two bottles you had looted off of Aya’s parents. You had uncorked them already, but when you uncorked them again, the strong mint spell was just as potent as the first time, your head lurching backwards as you inhaled it.
omega Qifrey x omega gn!Reader
This is not as well developed but just some thoughts I had
Qifrey, who usually acts very sweet and caring, has a strong need for control in all parts of his life.
Idea for a sweet submissive omega reader has no attraction to alphas. They fit so many of society's expectations for omegas, being soft, sweet and good with children, but they, in fact, do not want any alpha.
I love the idea of people assuming one of the omegas and alpha Olruggio are the lovers rather than the two omegas. Reader looking at the person, kinda offended because no way would they be with Olruggio, he is a lovely guy, but just their friend.
Give omega Qifrey, who has a more dominating scent, who started scenting Reader because that's what friends do. A reader who is a bit oblivious or even in denial that Qifrey and Reader could be anything more than friends or even packmates. Qifreu, who is obsessed with Reader always smelling like him.
Qifrey is trying to woo the Reader when they moved into the atelier, only to realize they've been stealing clothing for their nest already. Qifrey becomes rather bold in his pursuits following this. He absolutely lures Reader into his nest, and would love to keep them it in forever. Unfortunately for Qifrey, reality is not so kind as to allow this.
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Lone Wolf Assassin MaleOmega!Reader x Feral Alpha Cleric: Part 3
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CWs: LOTS of breeding kink type language at the end, blowjob/oral, creampie, knotting, 69 position
You couldn’t remember when he had left his bedroll and climbed into yours, but when you woke up the next morning, his arms were snuggly wrapped around you.
Comforting? Yes.
Comfortable? No.
You wriggled out from his grip; the less time you spent around his scent, the better.
You were making good time. With Varin still fast asleep, hunting for breakfast seemed like the most reasonable course of action.
You put back on your leather armor, fastening each piece to your body; it was strong enough to protect you, but light enough to avoid hindering your movement. You grabbed your bow and quiver, and headed into the nearby forest.
You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. It took some focus, but you managed to separate each scent you took in, surveying the wildlife around you.
A deer would be too much for two people. A robin too little. A pheasant would work fine.
You followed your nose, tracking the bird both by sight and smell as you glared at the treetops. You nocked an arrow, each footstep carefully placed in front of the other.
“Hey! Look here!”
A voice called out in the distance; definitely not at you, based on the sound of it. Still, you couldn’t help but investigate.
You crouched down low, hearing more and more voices as you moved forward.
“Easiest haul of my life,” one of them chuckled.
You moved up a hill, your bow readied. At the base of the hill you saw three men, beside them a toppled carriage. Two corpses laid at their feet, the horse that had been pulling the carriage also lifeless on the ground.
It wasn’t the fact they were thieves that bothered you. You had stolen from plenty of noblemen, even shopkeepers when times were rough. But the dead couple below were far from wealthy, appearing to be innocent, honest traders.
Maybe it was your heat, but it infuriated you. There were plenty of people to steal from who wouldn’t miss a damn thing; why murder two traders?
“You smell that?” One of them remarked.
“Might be from one of the boxes,” said another. “The list says they were moving some spices and extracts.”
Shit. You couldn’t know for certain, but you suspected you were the one they smelled.
I can handle this.
Rationality be damned, you pulled your bowstring back, aimed, and fired.
The arrow whizzed through the air, and you prepped another before it even landed. The arrow pierced the man’s head, and he fell to the ground.
The other two panicked, drawing their swords. They rapidly moved their heads back and forth, trying to determine the source of the arrow.
“Think it’s behind us? That smell, it could be-”
“It’s just the cargo,” one retorted. “You look east, I’ll look west.”
You pulled your bowstring back once more. Another arrow, another man down.
The last remaining thief turned, staring right back at you. He charged in your direction, and you quickly realized there’d be no time to prepare another arrow.
The thief slashed forward. You ducked out of the way, but the blade still managed to slice your neck; hopefully, it wasn’t too deep.
As the thief tried to reposition, you saw an opportunity. Arm stretched out, you drove your dagger into the thief’s shoulder blade, yanking it out as he recoiled.
He wasn’t giving up yet, pulling back and striking towards your chest. This blow you dodged successfully, delivering a swift kick to the chest as blood stained his tunic.
You kept your foot firmly planted on his torso. You considered thinking of something clever to say, but the stinging on your neck was growing more and more noticeable, blood dripping onto your armor and clothes. You plunged your dagger through his head.
…Varin’s probably awake by now. I should head back.
You made your way back to camp. Each breath burned, every inhale slowly becoming more laborious. From afar, you could see Varin’s silhouette, watching as he got dressed.
“I found something,” you called out, only now realizing how weak your voice sounded as blood continued to fall.
Varin turned in your direction, eyes widening before running towards you. “By the Gods, what…what happened to you?”
“Bandits, they ambushed a caravan up ahead. I was…” you paused to catch your breath.
“Here, sit,” he directed, kneeling down beside you and looking over the wound. “Got you pretty good, it seems,” he mumbled under his breath.
“Don’t chastise me, just fix it,” you groaned, the pain more noticeable than ever.
He raised his hand to your neck, a golden glow pouring onto your skin like water. “Wasn’t trying to, just talking out loud.”
Your neck began to feel numb, and soon enough, the flesh started to stitch itself back together.
“How many were there?” He asked, eyes still fixated on his work, his fingers moving carefully as he directed the magic across your skin.
“Three. Now, there are none,” you spat.
“Oh. Good for you,” he smiled, unfazed by your harsh tone. “Although, if that was your idea of breakfast, I have to say I’m a little concerned.”
“I was tracking a pheasant, then I got distracted. But they’re dealt with.”
“The assassin draws the line at thievery, that I can say I haven’t heard before,” he laughed. He pulled his hands away, the glow dissipating.
“And I’ve never heard of a priest who’s so rude.”
“You know, I was going to ask how everything felt, but with how fast you fired that off, I’d reckon you’re doing just fine.” He stood up, walking back to your camp; the opposite direction of the caravan.
You reached to touch your neck, and sure enough, the wound had been sealed. Even all the blood staining your skin had disappeared. The only downside was the soreness remained, although that was still far better than the alternative.
You stood still. The men who robbed the caravan, murdering innocent people, were undoubtedly wrong. However, the caravan’s contents…
It’d be a shame to not at least look.
“Wait,” you called out, pointing behind you. “It was this way.”
Varin paused, turning to look at you. He smiled, acting as if you were joking. “You want to rob the robbers?”
You shrugged, “it’s not stealing if they’re dead.”
He turned around, walking back in your direction. “Alright. Lead the way. Although, I’m staring to doubt your actions were motivated by heroics,” he teased.”
You rolled your neck from side to side, hoping to get rid of some of the tightness. “They were. Just, all that stuff is lying there…unattended…”
“And if a patrol sees you going through it?”
“They won’t see me. They might see you though.” You approached the top of the hill, the remains of the caravan down below.
He sat down on the grass. “Well, I won’t be the one going through it. I’m just following you,” he stated matter-of-factly, taking off his pack and using it as a makeshift pillow as he leaned against it.
You rolled your eyes. “How noble of you. Would you like to inform me of all my sins?” You asked sarcastically.
He shrugged, grabbing a book from his pack. “If you’d like.”
You rolled your eyes, staring to walk down the hill. “Someone’s going to look through it eventually.”
“You’re free to do as you please. You want to steal from the dead, that’s between you and the Gods,” he turned his attention to whatever he was reading.
You trudged down the hill, staring to looking through various scattered boxes and chests. “Hey, I’ve got a question,” you asked as you looked around. “About your sins.”
Again, he shrugged, nonchalant. “Go ahead. I’ll be the first to admit I’ve made mistakes.”
You found another chest, this one firmly locked. You grabbed a lock-pick from your belt, calling up to him as you fiddled with the lock. “The Gods say that the role of an Alpha is to protect and provide, yeah?”
“That’s right.”
The lock was a bit trickier than anticipated, but you continued your thought nonetheless. “And part of that providing is sex. To protect the pack, and provide…” you failed to remember the end of the quote. “Provide, uh…”
“Provide for the world,” Varin finished the line for you.
“Right,” you turned your attention back towards the lock, the mechanism dismally starting to give way. “What’s that mean?”
He sat up, only now looking up at you. “Well, there’s a few interpretations line. Some interpret it as providing for your pack, for those less fortunate than you, for anyone who isn’t an alpha. Others interpret it a bit more broadly, that an alpha providing for the world means to bring more Beastkin into it.”
“By fucking,” you interjected, not caring if your language was crass.
You managed to get a laugh out of him. “Not the exact terminology, but yes. Procreation is the term you’re looking for.”
“Right, whatever. And they say that to not do that, to not knot if you will, that’s also a sin, right? To try and avoid that outcome?”
“Ah, that one,” he chuckled. “Again, it’s a matter of interpretation-”
“You knotted me in the ass,” you struggled to hold back your laughter as you began your final question. “Is that a sin?”
You looked up at his expression, a slight smile on his face. “You know, I really didn’t anticipate such riveting theological debate with you.”
The lock finally clicked open. “Is it?
“Well…if you’re being very, very literal, very technical, then yes. I have disappointed our creator by trying to avoid knocking you up. I may as well renounce myself now, really,” he joked.
You laughed, pulling up the lid of the chest. Inside were several bottles, neatly arranged and containing various different colored liquids, labeled in a language you didn’t understand. You looked over each bottle, hoping you’d be lucky enough to find heat suppressants; unfortunately, none were to be found.
What even are these?
You uncorked one of the bottles, holding it up to your nose. It smelled of mint, strong and cold as the scent rushed to your head.
I don’t know what that is, but… you tossed two of them into your pack. Who knows, they might be worth something.
You continued to look through each container, eventually making your way to the caravan itself. Barely, you detected the soft scent of milk and honey, something you hadn’t detected throughout the caravan wreckage otherwise.
What is that?
Sitting at the back of the caravan was a basket lined with blankets. Inside, was a baby pup; no more than a few months old, you reckoned.
Oh shit.
It was blissfully unaware, somehow managing to sleep through the entire ordeal. You quietly backed away from the basket, only calling out to your companion once you were a healthy distance away. “Varin,” you hissed, still trying to keep your voice down. “Come here.”
“I told you, I’m not desecrating-”
“There’s a fucking baby.”
Varin’s eyes widened, and he quickly changed his tune, rushing down the hill towards the caravan.
For a moment, he just stared at it, as if confirming ‘yep, that’s a baby.’
“What do we do?” You whispered.
He paused. “Well. We take it to the closest town-”
Your eyes widened, “take it?!”
“Yes? It’s not like we can just leave it here,” he sighed. He grabbed the basket, holding it gently with both hands. “We’ll take ‘em to the closest town, and if they have an orphanage, we’ll leave them there. If not, we’ll head to the nearest temple.”
“…How long is that going to take?”
Varin shrugged, “a day or so, I’d say.”
You looked back at the baby, still peacefully asleep. “That…” you trailed off. “That is a long time.”
Varin struggled to hold back his laughter. “You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.”
You shrugged, stumbling over your words. “I-I-well, yes! I don’t know what to do with that,” you said, gesturing to the basket once more.
“It’s easy. Don’t be an asshole,” he grinned, the baby slowly starting to open its eyes.
Your brow furrowed, “I’m not very good at that. Why are you so calm about all this?”
“I’ve spent a fair amount of time taking care of other people’s children,” he shrugged. “It’s just one of the things you do, as a priest of my background. It’s like what we were talking about earlier, you provide,” he smiled. “Now, you take our new friend,” he handed you the basket, “and I’ll do my best to ensure the Gods are on their side,” he said, walking back to the caravan, the corpses of the child’s parents turning pale.
You held the basket perhaps a little too tightly. “…what do I do?”
He turned to face you, that stupid, playful smile on his face. “Make a new friend. Talk to them. Maybe those omega instincts will kick in, yeah?”
You frowned, then turned back to the baby. It looked at you with a wide smile, eyes round as it cooed. You were in heat, sure, but that didn’t mean you literally wanted a baby.
You sighed, moving to the opposite patch of grass, far away from the caravan. You set the basket down gently, the baby now laughing at you for seemingly no reason.
Your eyes narrowed. “You’re mocking me.”
The baby’s laughter grew only louder; something about you must’ve been hilarious. If only you knew what it was.
You watched from afar as a circle around Varin glowed, unable to make out whatever words he was chanting.
‘Talk to it’. He says. As if it can understand what I’m saying.
Still, you were bored. As dumb as it sounded, you turned your attention towards the baby. You gestured towards Varin; “You know what he’s saying?”
The baby responded in a series of yips and gurgles.
“Ah. Fascinating.”
It reached out its tiny arms towards you, continuing to babble.
“I don’t know what that means.”
It looked almost as if it was trying to move forward, struggling to lift its heavy head.
“…you want out of the basket?”
It was as if anything you said entertained it, the child once again responding with a smile.
“…That’s fine. I’ll allow it. Go ahead.”
It took you longer than you’d care to admit to realize the baby could not get out of the basket on its own.
…oh.
Slowly, you grabbed the baby, it happily squealing in response.
Where do I put it? I don’t want to put it on me. There’s blood on my armor, that’d be…bad. And who knows what bugs are crawling in the grass.
Awkwardly, you grabbed one of the blankets from the basket, setting it beside you and putting the baby down. It laid on its stomach, patting the blanket and wiggling its feet.
You couldn’t help but smile, lying down in front of it. “That better?”
It continued to reach towards you, before smacking its tiny hand on your face.
“…well that’s not very nice.”
It dismissed you, rolling around on the blanket. It seemed quite enthralled by the motion.
“…you have a very large head.” You remarked before hearing footsteps behind you. You turned around, and there was Varin, holding a tattered journal in his hands.
“I looked around for anything about our new companion here. I believe this is the mother’s journal,” he said as he flipped through the pages. “It says her name is Ayamara, but she seemed to just call her Aya. Five months old, six next week.
You took the journal from him, reading the open page, words scribbled in faded ink.
‘I do not care how many restless nights it takes,’ her mother had written. ‘I swear on my life, we’ll make it to the city. She deserves a safer life than this one.’
You continued to read, and it was clear the child was well-loved. Eventually, you found yourself unable to turn the page. You looked back at Aya, watching as she held her little feet and stared up at the sky.
Maybe if I had shown up just a little earlier…I’m sorry.
You shut the journal, handing it back to Varin and shuttering away your emotions with a sigh. “Well, I’m sure whoever takes her will find that useful.”
“That was my thought,” said Varin, sitting on the opposite side of Aya. A little ball of light emerged from his hands, letting it hover above the child. Immediately, she let out a fit of giggles, reaching for the light. Varin moved it back and forth, his pitch elevated; “and now it’s over here. And now it’s over here!”
‘Omega instincts,’ you silently scoffed. He’s a natural.
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If nothing else, little Aya made the day’s travel go by a bit faster.
You’d take turns carrying her in the basket, eventually one of you carrying an empty basket and the other carrying Aya.
“You’ve got to support her head,” Varin had said.
“Why’s her head so big anyway?” You asked, adjusting your posture.
“That’s where babies store their magic, you know.”
“…Really?”
“No,” he laughed.
It wasn’t too bad. Eventually, holding her just became easier than carrying the basket. She’d make her silly little noises, smack you on the face, and cuddle up to you close; somehow, your scent seemed to keep her relaxed.
Your heat symptoms from before had shifted. Now that you had something to take care of, you were hellbent on taking care of her; even if you really had no idea how.
Yet as adorable as she was, neither of you had the supplies to take care of her; getting her to the city was priority number one.
Hours passed, and only then did Aya began to cry. At first, you were surprised it had taken this long. It was difficult to suppress your reaction to the sudden noise, her wails clearly startling you.
“Want me to take her?” Varin offered.
“No, just…” you held her closer to your chest, kissing the top of your forehead. “I think she’s hungry,” you guessed. You might’ve been an omega, but…
Not like I can just spawn tits out of nowhere.
A male omega couldn’t feed a child other than its own, and even then, they’d only be able to for a year at absolute most.
All you could do was keep going. “It won’t be much longer,” you whispered. “We’re almost there, I’m sorry.”
Varin offered you a warm smile as Aya’s cries began to dwindle. “Seems like you’re starting to get the hang of it.”
“Not really. I’m just not being an asshole.”
By the time you made it to the city, the sun was nearly about to set. You made your way to the city’s orphanage, Varin speaking to the lead caregiver as Aya squirmed in your arms.
Why are you so wiggly?
He informed her of the situation, and handed the caregiver the journal.
You watched as she flipped through the pages. “…tragic. But not an uncommon situation. Although, I suppose that only makes it worse. Her parents were good people.”
“You knew them?” Asked Varin.
She nodded, “they brought all sorts of things back and forth. They were usually spice traders, but there’d always be a few random trinkets they picked up from here and there. It’s a shame,” she sighed. “But…thank you, for bringing her all this way. She’ll be in good hands, I promise you.” The caregiver held out her hands, gesturing for you to hand Aya over.
By now, you really didn’t want to do that.
You hadn’t even spent a full day with her, yet for some reason you hesitated. “Could…uh…could we have a minute?” You mumbled.
“Of course,” said the caregiver, her arms resting at her lap. “Take your time.”
Varin followed you as you moved to a quieter part of the orphanage, away from the commotion of other children playing and eating. “You alright?”
“Yeah, I’m…” you trailed off. It must’ve been the hormones from your heat, there was no other explanation for such emotions. You looked back at Aya, the tension in your chest undeniable.
Gods, I hate this. This is so stupid. I don’t know this kid.
You let out a deep sigh. “Alright. You with the big head,” you joked, looking back at Aya. She laughed and laughed, once again reaching to touch your nose. “Be good,” she interrupted your train of thought with another light smack to the face; your face had been incredibly entertaining to her. “And no hitting. Unless they hit you first. Then hit them harder.”
“Wise words,” Varin remarked, holding his arms out. “May I?”
For some reason, you were far less reluctant when you handed Aya to Varin; Varin wasn’t a stranger, like the caregiver. That had to be why.
He held her gently, just like he had taught you to do. It sounded like he was quietly reciting some sort of prayer to her; perhaps a protective blessing, if you were to guess. He seemed just as hesitant to let her go, but walked forward nonetheless.
“Here, thank you.” He handed Aya to the caretaker, and… that was that.
You both began to walk out. You paused, turning back to look at Aya one last time. She smiled, babbling something that almost sounded like a goodbye.
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You stared up at the ceiling of some random inn, one you had never been in before. Once again, your mind and body were at odds.
Nightfall had only made things worse, your symptoms intensifying every time the moon kissed the sky. Your body was hotter than ever, sweat dripping down your neck. It was getting harder and harder to suppress your urges, and giving into them once only made you want to give into them again.
Your body wanted a baby. Your mind was still somewhat on the fence about it; a much more flexible opinion than the one you held a few days ago.
You kept your legs crossed together in a futile attempt to hide how much slick was between your legs.
I’ll just ask him to fuck me again, and it’ll go away.
Varin sat at the desk across from the bed, his back facing you as he continued to read that damn book. His robes hung up on the coat rack, him only wearing the thin shirt and pants beneath.
Asshole.
Even if you knew he couldn’t smell you, you couldn’t help but be annoyed. How could he not notice? The way you tossed and turned, the heat you radiated, the moments you tossed your face into the pillow, muffling every whimper.
Yet there he sat, at his desk and unaware of what his existence did to you. By now, your heat was fully underway, and the lack of a knot inside you was painful.
“Varin?” You called out. You didn’t even know why you called out for him, your mouth moving before your brain.
A myriad of thoughts flooded your brain, you were feeling almost delirious.
I want to get fucked. I want my nest. I want to be held. I want to be bred. I want to go home.
There really was only one way to make it stop.
Varin turned to look at you, standing up and walking to the bedside. He let out a sigh, pressing a hand to your cheek. “You’re burning up, my friend.”
It’s not a guarantee. There’s a chance nothing could come of it at all.
Tears brimmed in your eyes. “Varin, I need you to help me. Please.”
He smiled, petting your head. For a moment, it almost looked like he enjoyed watching you beg. “Tell me what you want, and I can make the pain go away for a little while.”
“No, no, no, I want it to stop.” It had only been a few days, there was no way you continue like this.
“I’m sorry,” he spoke softly, gently. “I’m afraid that magic is out of-”
You reached for his other hand, pulling him close. “Varin, I need you to knot me.”
He was silent, yet let you continue to hold his hand.
“Please. Please. If anything comes of it, I’ll deal with it, just…please make it go away,” you rasped.
His expression was impossible to read, his silence only making things worse.
“…Alright. I’ll do it.”
“Thank you, I promise I’ll-”
“But we go at my pace. I want you to be absolutely, positively sure,” he spoke firmly. You had never heard him sound so serious.
“I promise I’m sure, please, I’ve never been more sure about anything-”
“Show me.”
He undid his belt, lowering his pants just far enough for you to see his half-hard cock.
You paused, frozen in place by his command.
He rested a hand on your head, “we can do things just like we did yesterday, but if this is what you want-”
You didn’t even bother with your hands, running your tongue up the length of his cock before taking the tip in your mouth. You started to suck, feeling him grow hard in your mouth as quiet moans escaped his lips.
The smell, the taste, all of it only excited you further. You pushed yourself all the way down, haphazardly bobbing your head back and forth, his musk intoxicating.
You paused, taking a moment to breathe as he caressed your cheek. “You know, it’s a shame I can’t smell you.”
Your tongue hung from out your mouth, still planting tiny kisses on the tip. “Is that so?”
“But I can taste you,” he moved beside you on the bed. “Come here.”
You didn’t hesitate, climbing onto the bed and straddling him, your pussy and cock in his face. He grabbed your ass, pulling you closer before shoving his face between your lips.
You continued to suck him off, yet struggled to stay focused, moaning on his cock. He continued to lap at your cunt, stroking your cock at the same time.
Your body shuddered when you felt his thumb move across the tip, his tongue deep inside your pussy. His plan was to give you plenty of time to change your mind, but with how he made you feel, you only found yourself more and more sure of your decision.
You weren’t sure how long you spent on your knees, your cunt dripping onto his face. Your movements grew more and more sloppy, spit covering your face as both of you devoured each other. You could feel the knot swell, and eventually, you could barely get your mouth around it.
Soon enough, everyone’s clothes were scattered across the floor. You straddled him, his hard cock pressed against yours.
He rested your hands on your sides. “Still sure?”
You nodded, lifting yourself up, only to feel him stop you, holding you still.
“Look at me.” He had never sounded so stern. “Look me in the eyes. Tell me you want this. Tell me exactly what you want.”
You bit your lip, closer than ever to relief. You breathed slowly, your voice shaking. “I…want you to knot me. I want you to breed me.”
He loosened his grip, and you lowered yourself down onto his cock. With how worked up you were, you took his knot with ease, letting out a gasp as you sank down onto it.
Finally, some relief.
Your entire body relaxed, seeing stars as he thrust into you. You leaned down, his hands gripping your ass as you leaned down to kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue.
The feeling of his knot sliding in and out of you made it impossible to muffle your moans. If he hadn’t continued to kiss you, the whole inn would’ve heard your cries in pleasure.
His knot swelled even further, his cock slamming against your g-spot. When you pulled away to breathe, you watched him smile. “You…” he moaned between thrusts, a harsh, primal sense to his tone. “You will look so, so wonderful, knocked up with my pups.”
You didn’t know how to respond, nodding your head without a second thought, a shiver running down your spine. He held you down on his knot, letting out another moan as he came, pumping your pussy full of his cum.
It seemed endless, your pussy tightening against him as you came. The force of your orgasm would’ve pushed him out if it weren’t for the knot. He continued to move ever so slightly, the knot slowly going down as he bred you. Never before had you felt so full.
For the first time in days, your head started to clear. He wrapped his arms around you, both of you resting on your side.
“Feel like you can focus now?” He teased.
“I…” you mumbled as you leaned into his chest. You still enjoyed his scent, you still enjoyed his arms around you. Yet now, there was nothing to cloud your judgement. “I do. Thanks,” was all you managed to mumble, exhausted.
I’m so fucked.
Part 4
>sees a baby once
>asks to get pregnant
Happens to the best of us. Baby fever during a heat has to go crazy. Especially seeing a baby with tragic backstory lore? Damn. He was cooked from the start 😔 but that likely won’t be the last we see of baby Aya
We’ve had a lot of smut just because of heat, so next chapter will be a lot of plot as they continue to get closer to the city up north, yippee!
As always, thank you for reading! No poll this time 🫡 probably won’t get the next part out as fast just because I’m about to go on a cruise and will be mostly offline, with the goal of finishing my novel o7 so next part will probably be in two weeks instead of one.
Preview for part 3 of the omegaverse thing!!
Omegaverse Masterlist
I really wanted to write pups, even though the poll on chapter 2 is still ongoing, so reader and Varin find a baby that’s been left behind after a caravan attack.
Reader vs. Varin with the random baby;
Lone Wolf Assassin MaleOmega!Reader x Feral Alpha Cleric: Part 2
Part 1- Omegaverse Masterlist
So I did have an oc at one point named Varin that I kinda just abandoned so I’m reusing the name here; they’re not related tho. I just really like the name
New CWs: p in v, reader has a vagina and a penis, brief mentions of a priest kink, clothes humping, references to breeding/knotting, anal sex, anal fingering, blowjob (receiving) creampie. Shoutout to everyone who voted in the poll at the end of part 1! Thank u :D
“I…” the man sputtered between breaths. “I suppose I should tell you my name. Since we’ll be spending so much time together.”
Your body had outrun your mind, the man you were supposed to be working with had cum all over your chest. Your face and skin warm were warm to the touch, your heart racing.
You couldn’t help but be annoyed with yourself.
You told him your name and nothing more, standing up to find a towel. You knew the more you talked to him now, the more awkward things would be later on.
“What’s the rush?” He teased, sitting up as he watched you move about the room.
You were burning up; you might’ve cum, but your heat required much, much more in order to be quelled. “This was a bad idea,” you mumbled under your breath. “It’ll take nearly two weeks to get to the city. Then two weeks to get back.“
Maybe my heat will be done by then, but…that’s still a week of confinement with him.