#pawsofzion

Avery simply couldn't help himself when he saw Zion wandering off to the river to bathe, the younger wold unfortunately had made it a habit of his to surprise the other while he was in the water washing off. After the first time he had accidentally stumbled upon the other man singing in the river, he couldn't help but follow when knew he'd catch Zion bathing.

With the funeral pyre all but extinguished, only a few ashes still burning and the smoke beginning to thin out as it rose to the sky, Makani couldn't help but think... what exactly happened? Who would set fire to crucial buildings to their survival? Who would want to see the village tear itself into pieces with the accusations that came? So many questions filled his mind, but so did so much grief. Not just for himself, but for the village - for the mate of Cassius, for the Scala family, and for Venois as a whole.

Usually, Burcu would prefer to push through his heat in privacy. Physically, it’s when he felt the most vulnerable. His sweet scent would fill the air and even the whiff of an alpha would have his knees buckling. It was like every nerve ending in his body was constantly being electrified, settling Burcu with an ache that betrayed how closed off he preferred to be when it came to most alphas. Unfortunately, there was too much to do around the nursery for him to take a day off. It was a little embarrassing how his heat, now in full force, knocked him off his game, but he was pleasantly surprised at how effectively his current task took the edge off. Pouring his excess vigor into Zion’s care was just what he needed, now massaging the other omega with a slow intensity. “You’ll tell me if it’s too much, won’t you? Or if ... I’m too much. I’m sorry, I can’t do much about my cycle,” Burcu practically groans in Zion’s ear from behind as his large hands continue to work at the blonde’s broad shoulders. “I just want you to be relaxed as possible. You need all the serenity you can get,” he says, but this time letting his hands run down Zion’s chest and back up, wanting to relieve any aches that may plague him. He also finds himself shimmying his hips closer to the other, his spread legs providing a delta for Zion to find comfort in though Burcu really enjoys the friction that position provides.  

Demi rarely started small talk with anybody if he could avoid the interaction. Polite conversation just never appeared to him. Sure, it may have been the reason why he didn't have many close friends, but that was a predicament for Demi and Demi alone to figure out for himself. Maybe someday it would happen... but probably not.

Zion, though, was one of the only people he actually had something of a rapport with. Having worked as guards more or less as long as one another, he knew the other man as well as anyone as self-contained and aloof as Demi possibly could. So when Zion showed up for patrol earlier, something clearly being different about him than the last time they shared a shift, Demi couldn't help but try to figure it out. As an alpha, he could just tell certain things... and it was his expert opinion that Zion was now pregnant.

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Fidel moans loudly, supporting his hips up to met with the omega as Zion fucks his hole nicely. He had heard of the pregnant omega being a bit more needy than usual. Fidel had no idea this meant he had a need for his hole. He wasn't complaining of course, his eyes struggled to stay open, seeming to flutter close with each thrust from Zion's thick cock. "That all you got, Z?"

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