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🍷| When Mihawk met the holy knight for the first time during a warlord meeting, he was appalled by his haughty tone and prideful stance. Men like him were the reason Mihawk covered himself in scent repellents to stay safe. However, that impression began to change when he noticed Shamrock eyeing him up and down, not with selfish hunger, but a softness in his eyes that seemed more like deep adoration.

After the meeting of the warlords was over, Shamrock followed Mihawk.

"Say, are you truly an Alpha?" Shamrock wondered, keeping up with Mihawk's quick pace.

"None of your business, I'm afraid," he replied curtly.

Shamrock's ridiculous cloak billowed behind him as he tried to keep up in his heels.

"I'm a world noble, my question was an order," he snapped and Mihawk finally stopped.

"I'm not, but neither are you," he provoked him, watching his face twitch in anger.

"How dare you-," his words got caught in his throat when Mihawk held his tiny blade against the nape of his neck, "This- this is an offense punishable by death."

Mihawk tilted the knife and waited for the prideful Alpha to fight back, but all he could muster was the sound of his breath hitching and an adorable little frown that did nothing more than amuse the swordsman.

"Go on then, kill me, punish me," he taunted, "I'm nothing more than a filthy human in your eyes, no? Why waste your breath staring at me?"

Finally, Shamrock snapped out of his trance and slapped the miniature blade out of Mihawk's hand.

"Get out of my sight," he commanded and the other man scoffed.

"If you wish to settle this with a duel, I will be here all night," Mihawk offered as he walked past Shamrock to pick up his knife.

🍷| Shamrock couldn’t tell if it was the wine or simply the stress wearing down on him, but he found himself standing in front of the swordsman's door, breathing in the faint Omega scent lingering in the air. His nose was trained well enough to pick up on it underneath the perfume.

"Come in," a voice called from behind the door and Shamrock fixed both his posture and collar.

Against his oath and loyalty, he had abandoned his duties to come here. Now was his last chance to turn around and swallow his desire to take in more of the mesmerizing Omega's sight and smell.

Shamrock did not turn around. He pushed the door open and was left speechless upon entering.

Mihawk lay on the bed, positioned on his side with a glass of wine in his right hand. He idly swirled it around while watching the knight gaze at his barren chest and the faint sweat dripping from it.

"Sit down," he told him and sipped on his wine.

Shamrock looked around, unable to find anything resembling a chair or seat.

"There’s nothing for me to sit on," he answered, narrowing his eyes.

"Then kneel," Mihawk commanded.

"Gods do not kneel before peasants," Shamrock hissed.

Mihawk raised his chin and drew in a sharp breath.

"You came here to court me," he stated and although Shamrock didn’t nod, he knew he was right, "So kneel, it's what your Omega wishes for."

At those words the holy knight dropped to his knees like his Lord had commanded him, red eyes wide open with lust and an eagerness visible in every twitch of his muscles. One nervous glance to the door and Shamrock couldn’t stop staring at the illusive man before him.

"My Omega?" He parroted.

Mihawk sat up and crossed his legs.

"Perhaps. If I find you acceptable," he taunted him as he stood up and walked around the knight in a circle.

"You know that's not how it works, the Alpha chooses his Omega," Shamrock said.

"In the world, yes, but within the walls of this room … I am the one who decides if you’re worthy. Arrogant Alphas deserve to be on their knees." Mihawk placed his finger under Shamrock’s chin and forced him to look up.

"There are no chains that bind you, dragon. But that's not what you’re after," the dark haired man continued, pushing his thumb between Shamrock's lips to take a look at his fangs, "You’re exactly where you always wished to be, isn’t that right?"

The knight turned red from shame, with nowhere to hide from the hawk's haunting eyes, he truly felt vulnerable for the first time in his life. He knew that the Omega couldn’t physically harm him, but he could do so much worse. His pride, his ego, even his status as an Alpha could all be broken if Mihawk spoke a single word of this to anyone.

Shamrock swallowed thickly before he nodded.

"Good boy."

🍷| Their first night together opened up a part pf Shamrock's consciousness that had been entirely foreign to him. Mihawk was confident and didn’t flinch, not even when Shamrock growled out of pure instinct or when he fletched his teeth at him upon having his hands tied up.

Shamrock was forced to stay on his knees, hands tied on his back, while Mihawk stood above him and pulled down his panties — he revealed his Omega pussy to him, lightly covered in black curls that were neatly trimmed. It glistened with arousal. Shamrock opened his lips wide and stuck his tongue out to catch a drop of slick, but when he wasn’t successful, he tried shoving his face between Mihawk's legs. He was swiftly slapped across the face.

"All Alphas are greedy, but you filthy nobles are the worst," he scolded him, "Don’t move. This isn’t about your pleasure."

Mihawk slowly sunk his pussy down onto Shamrock's lips. He clamped his nose shut with two fingers, leaving the knight with no choice but to serve him with his tongue if he wished to breathe again.

For a selfish aristocrat Shamrock was quite good at using his tongue. He ate him out with all the greed of a starved predator, making quite noises of pleasure as he enjoyed his meal. It was clear to see that the Alpha had needed this, badly, more than words could ever express.

Shamrock got drunk on Mihawk’s scent. Due to his mark he was unable to die from a lack of air, all it did was drive him mad with desire. He kept his head perfectly still as the Omega humped his face.

Every fibre of his body was screaming at him to throw Mihawk onto the bed and fuck him, it was his instincts kicking in, but he didn’t want to dominate him. The commoner had been right, he wanted to be here — on the floor, powerless, with a strong Omega commanding and using him as he pleased.

"Imagine if your fellow nobles could see you now, so undignified and-," even Mihawk was beginning to lose his voice as he rode himself closer to his orgasm, "And weak."

Shamrock moaned between the Omega's folds, sending a pleasant vibration through Mihawk's core that pushed him over the edge. A rope of thick juice leaked into the knight's mouth, after a moment of shock he began to swallow it eagerly. Just when he was about to lick up the remains of his slick, Mihawk stepped away and left Shamrock hungering for more.

"Look at you," Mihawk mused and wiped Shamrock's lips, then he brought his slicked up thumb to his lips and tasted his own arousal. "You made a mess of yourself."

"I-," Shamrock had nothing to say in his defense.

"Hm, don’t be ashamed. I found your tongue … somewhat pleasant," he complimented him dryly.

🍷| In the following weeks Shamrock sought out Mihawk again and again, always appearing at his door after midnight to beg for another training session. Mihawk was pleased with his progress, there was hardly any ego left inside the knight when he snapped his fingers and the man knelt down. The once proud Alpha was a pet now, a puppy eager to roll on his back and perform tricks for Omega.

Shamrock gave Mihawk a vivre card so he could find him if he was ever in danger and needed to hide. He did his best to distract the marines from hunting the warlord down or bothering him. It was a pleasant exchange.

Pleasure for power.

The knight brought Mihawk many gifts, from furniture to fill up the barren rooms of his castle to gold and wine, which Mihawk enjoyed quite a bit.

🍷| Shamrock was allowed to bite and chew on every part of his Omega, but never once did Mihawk give him permission to bury his cock inside of him. By the end of their sessions the knight was left with a fat, reddened knot that bounced between his legs, unable to release his cum where it belonged. Mihawk's womb was taboo.

"Don’t you think this arrangement is unfair?" Shamrock asked as they lay together in the large bed, sprawled out across the body and naked, feasting on fresh grapes.

"Hm, how could you complain after getting high on my juices?" Mihawk argued and let another grape fall into his mouth. "It's not my fault you keep coming here, knowing I won’t let you ruin me with that disgusting knot."

Shamrock felt his cock twitch at the insult, he grabbed it along with his fat balls and fought the urge to jerk off.

"Maybe you should take care of that, while I tell you how pathetic you are."

The knight nodded and got on his knees, them he bent down with his ass up, mimicking the way an Omega would present for his Alpha. He wrapped his hand around his dick and palmed it, feeling the pressure build up all too quickly.

"You’re a disgrace for your family name," Mihawk began, not even gracing Shamrock with a single look. "A pathetic excuse for an Alpha, pleading me to dominate you and make you obey, shouldn’t you be breeding heirs instead of rolling over for me like a bitch?"

"Yes," Shamrock breathed out, quickening his pace.

"Whore," Mihawk growled at him.

"Yes!"

"If you had a pussy all noble Alphas would be passing you around, your father would have sold you to a breeding ranch so you could live out your dream of being a cumdump."

"Yes, fuck yes!"

Shamrock came all over his hand, ruining the bed sheets and staining them in the process. He moaned and let his head sink into the pillows, worn out and tired he could barely make a sound nor keep his eyes open.

"My big, strong Alpha," Mihawk said mockingly, but fondly while playing with Shamrock's messy hair.