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He had never been interested in continuing the bloodline. Although he had tried many times at the urgent hints and desperate pleas from his loyal retainers and brother, he had never been interested in any of the marriage proposals, slaves, or propositions offered his way either.
There were many wars across the continent this entire past five years. Although the Orr Empire had won all the ones that they had been involved in, everyone whispered of how the Orr Empire was going to fall on its own anyways because of the infertile and impotent remnants of the dying Imperial Family.
Quite a number of their citizens on the outskirts even feared it – the fall of the Imperial Family and rise of yet another bloody, destructive war between the ambitious who would want to try to take the Empire for themselves – and sent their daughters to the Capital in hopes that one of them would catch the Crown Prince’s eyes.
But although Kishiar la Orr knew that the continuation of the Orr Imperial Family fell on him because his happily married brother was infertile from their ancestors’ incestuous past, he had never been interested.
Rumors of his ‘impotence’ spread. Some of his more daring retainers even tried to provoke him with the ‘insult’ in attempts that he would try even if they might get executed for saying such a thing to him, but Kishiar never executed them. Neither did he ever feel the need to prove them wrong.
Now, nearing 30 years of age, long past the expected time of marriage for royals like him, Kishiar thought that the desperate attempts might finally wane and people would give up like him.
But then, Mick, his old merchant friend from the period of time wherein he had been young and wanted to go out on adventures where no one knew him, rushed into his office.
“Young Lord, Young Lord!” Mick shouted, not caring at all that his title was now His Highness instead of the ‘young count’s son who wanted to become an adventurer’ or that he couldn’t just barge into the Crown Prince’s room like that. But considering how he had managed to do so despite the guards outside, everyone was already used to his old friends and how Kishiar himself had preferred – asked - that they treated him like that.
Kishiar placed down his pen, wondering what Mick was so excited about. Did he find another legendary wine bottle to share?
Mick grinned at having sufficiently caught his attention and sat at one of the couches in front of his office desk, patting the space next to him in demand for him to join. Despite being of a position much higher than Mick’s, Kishiar followed the request and allowed Nathan to take the wine bottle that Mick waved at him to pour out for them.
Looking at the wine bottle, what he could see of the label, it was not a legendary wine bottle that Mick wanted to show him though that bottle was rather extraordinarily expensive too.
Nathan poured out the wine into two glasses he retrieved.
Once Kishiar sipped his, Mick grinned widely again with barely contained giddiness.
“Remember when we last went drinking, Young Lord?” Mick asked and Kishiar tried to remember. The last time that they had gone drinking… Kishiar had disguised himself as Akit at the time and joined Mick for cheap beer at a sleazy tavern. They talked all throughout the night, but Kishiar couldn’t remember what exactly Mick was referring to.
Mick grinned, “Well, even if you don’t, I do and I remember your promise to try if I find your dream person.”
Then, it clicked and Kishiar was less amused by Mick’s visit. He remembered and knew what Mick was talking about now.
After a lot of beer and casual wheedling, Mick had lowered his guard and asked him what he would want in a lover if he were actually forced by his brother, the Emperor, to take one.
While he hadn’t been drunk out of his mind, Kishiar had been loose enough to tell him. Besides some pedigree, composure, and talent, as would be expected for someone becoming any part of the Imperial Family, Kishiar had admitted to preferring men. Black hair and eyes, lean but muscular and healthy, just a head or so shorter… he said while thinking of one person he did see in passing on his adventures. Competent, a quick learner, open to the things he wanted to do to them. Tolerant, maybe even a little masochistic, because Kishiar knew his enormous size and the aggressive heats that he preferred to spend alone in fear of hurting someone. Someone intelligent even if Kishiar had no hope for meeting anyone who could beat him in a game of chess.
Although Kishiar had been honest, did Mick truly try to find someone like that?
And had he truly found someone as impossible as that? Kishiar was tall – just that, wanting someone just a head shorter, was enough to lower the pool of candidates. Intelligence, beauty, strong, of a good lineage… pain tolerant. If those things alone didn’t each further lower the pool of candidates, Kishiar’s first preference should have almost made the pool of candidates in the world zero.
Male omegas were extremely rare, but Kishiar had admitted to preferring men and the only men that could give birth were male omegas.
While some people did try to offer Kishiar a male omega before, Kishiar had never heard of a male omega that could match all his preferences before. Male omegas tend to be on the small, effeminate side and Kishiar always felt like he could break the slaves or marriage candidates that had been presented to him before.
But Mick giggled over his wine bottle at his expression and instead asked Nathan, “Nathan, ask the guards to bring in the present I left outside.”
‘Present’, Kishiar noted. So it was a slave… While Kishiar had no problem with slavery as long as the slave had sold themselves into slavery or were made slaves through war (because the only other alternative after the many wars that the continent had was execution for certain categories of people), Kishiar wasn’t sure about how he felt about taking a sex slave even if his brother and retainers, everyone around him, had encouraged him to try them too…
But then, Kishiar’s eyes widened when he saw him.
Even despite the travel cloak that covered him and now Mick was taking off after the slave had been led in by a leash clicked to his collar, Kishiar could tell that he was exactly how Kishiar had described his dream lover to Mick.
Mick grinned at Kishiar’s reaction, gesturing to the slave that he had uncovered to reveal that the slave was almost completely naked underneath the flimsy cloak.
“Matches every single part of your description, right? Look,” Mick said, placing an arm around the slave’s chest and bending the slave backwards a little. While the slave was leaning backwards on Mick’s front, Mick used his other hand to gently push against the soft flesh of the slave’s inner thighs, signaling for the slave to open. The blindfolded slave obediently followed all the cues, spreading his thighs and revealing his bare cunt to the Crown Prince on the couch. “He’s even a male omega.”
Kishiar breathed in sharply at the sight. His red eyes darkened even more when he smelled the omega’s reflexive arousal in response to the treatment and the scent of Kishiar’s lust that was quickly filling the room unbeknownst to the two others in the room that were betas.
But Mick and Nathan definitely saw Kishiar’s reaction because Mick relaxed a bit as he finished the introduction with an even happier smile.
“His name is Yudrein. Yudrein Ail, a former prince of a fallen island kingdom in the Southeast. From what I gathered, he’s just as competent, strong, and smart as you wanted your lover and mother of your children to be. An archmage who can wield all four elements. Was expected to reach swordmaster had he had another decade. Smart, but had the bad luck of being the ‘insignificant’ youngest son of a royal family with a lot of in-fighting and neighbors to a powerful enemy nation with a horrific veteran Swordmaster and Elder Archmage combo. They were going to sell him to a bad owner after finishing up his training because he has a terrible reputation in their kingdom from the war, but fortunately, I managed to hear of him before the underground auction.”
“They cursed him so that he would be obedient to whomever he sees first,” Mick said, pointing at the black blindfold tightly bound around the omega’s eyes, “At least until he serves his new owner in bed, one day for each person he had slain in his life, but they told me that he has black eyes so that’s all of your checklist addressed, my extremely picky dear friend.”
Mick finished before asking with a knowing grin. “Well? What do you think? If you break your promise and don’t want him, then I don’t mind returning him back.”
Even if Kishiar didn’t want him, there was no way Kishiar could let someone participating in an underground auction have him.
Kishiar felt checkmated- checked with every item on his checklist addressed by his friend, checkmated by the omega in front of him, and then checkmated again by knowing what fate the slave would have under someone else.
“I’ll take him.” Kishiar said, making Mick and even Nathan smile. “If it’s that kind of curse, then I want you two to leave the room.”
“Of course.” Mick said, releasing the omega from his hold. The omega nearly fell to his knees, but Kishiar had already used his mana to catch him and pull him over to his lap. Yudrein smelled even more intoxicating, so close to Kishiar.
“I’ll inform the guards, His Majesty, and Her Majesty.” Nathan said. “When would you like me to come back?”
Kishiar hummed, already breathing into the omega’s neck. The omega smelled like ripe fruit, just reading for the plucking. He wanted to take off the collar already and bite. “In time for dinner. I’m sure Yudrein’ll be plenty hungry by then.”
“Yes, Your Grace.” Nathan said and left.
Once the two left the room and the door closed, Kishiar undid the blindfold to see Yudrein’s beautiful black eyes. The omega stared at Kishiar’s red eyes in a daze as he sat in Kishiar’s lap.
“Before I do anything with you, I want to make sure what our relationship will be.” When Kishiar received no response, Kishiar ordered. “Respond to me if you can hear.”
Yudrein nodded, still staring at Kishiar’s eyes. Kishiar’s eyes softened upon seeing those beautiful black eyes staring into his so attentively.
“Was what Mick said true?”
Yudrein nodded.
“How obedient are you? Can you walk out free if I order you to be free?”
Yudrein shook his head, shuddering as if the thought of freedom was horrible. “I don’t want to be free.” He instead whispered close to Kishiar’s lips. Kishiar wanted to kiss him.
Compulsion to want to hear more orders and obey, it is, Kishiar thought as he held Yudrein on his lap. Yudrein must have destroyed and killed a lot of the other kingdom’s people for them to take their revenge on him like this. Kishiar could just imagine what would happen if Mick hadn’t heard about him and Yudrein had been sold to some more horrible master.
Though with the naked omega on his lap, their lips just a breath away from each other and smelling so good, Kishiar didn’t feel he was any better.
Yudrein shuddered, falling a little forward, their lips finally pressing against each other, when Kishiar’s erection pushed into his cunt. Kishiar’s hands held Yudrein’s hips in a silent order to be still, but Kishiar could feel Yudrein leaking all over his clothed cock, barely restraining the urge to grind himself over Kishiar’s tent.
Yudrein whimpered when Kishiar gently bit his bottom lip but did nothing more. He was trembling like a leaf in the wind.
But Kishiar had to make sure that Yudrein knew if Mick hadn’t told the omega yet in their trip from that kingdom to here.
“I am the Crown Prince of the Orr Imperial Family. If you were to be mine, then you would need to bear a lot of my children. You would be expected to do so as the receiver of my seed.” Kishiar said against Yudrein’s lips, touching Yudrein’s bare navel with his gloved hand. Kishiar pressed against where he knew the omega’s womb would be with his thumb and caressed the omega’s bare side with the rest of his fingers. “Would that be alright for you?”
“Yes.” Yudrein answered, his cunt clenching over Kishiar’s clothed erection, a kiss and a plea, even as Kishiar’s hand gave the silent order to not move, and then Kishiar could no longer restrain himself anymore.
It was as if the person of his dreams had truly come out of his dreams to entice him. Like in his dreams, especially those that he had in his heats, Kishiar stood no chance.
Kishiar hungrily kissed Yudrein’s lips, finally slipping his tongue in to meet Yudrein’s. More slick spilled over Kishiar’s crotch, wetting his lap horribly, and Kishiar grinded Yudrein in punishment, forcing the omega to cry and gasp over the soaked, rough fabric.
“How did they train you, Yudrein?” Kishiar asked in between breaths. “Did they already take both of your virginities or did they only get you used to their fingers and toys?”
“Fingers and toys.” Yudrein answered and then threw his head back when Kishiar grinded into him harder. He rocked his clothed tent into the dip of Yudrein’s cunt, making cock’s presence strong but not nearly enough. Yudrein’s cunt begged for Kishiar’s cock to be released and speared into him, but Kishiar just continued fucking Yudrein like that, slapping the pussy with his groin until the omega came.
Tears glistened in Yudrein’s eyes as Yudrein held the front of his clothes tightly, balling his hands in Kishiar’s lapels aggrievedly, and Kishiar truly couldn’t tease or hold back anymore.
Hurriedly unzipping himself so that his cock slipped out, Kishiar pushed Yudrein down onto the couch to breed him in earnest. If Kishiar had ever thought himself to be impotent, then it was clear now that it was because he hadn’t met the right person. Seeing Yudrein writhe and cry unrestrainedly under him, feeling this tight warmth around him, smelling his arousal and divine pleasure, Kishiar couldn’t imagine how he had gone through so many years without this.
“I’ll treat you so well, mother of my children.”
Kishiar’s eyes darkened once again when he imagined the lean muscle of Yudrein’s navel becoming chubby, fat with his children, and he grabbed Yudrein’s thighs, pressing them against Yudrein’s chest to reach further into him.
He’ll shoot into Yudrein’s womb directly, fill him with so much of his seed that something would take in his omega.
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The collar was fortunately something very easy to take off, an accessory that was only there for show. It was decoration that only served to prove just how well trained Yudrein was.
Yudrein could easily slip out of the collar – it could even get removed with one pull - but that it was still there around his neck before Kishiar had removed it to bite at the heavenly nape was proof that the former prince had been completely trained – so completely tamed that he wouldn’t remove it himself or need the leash to yank him when being moved around.
His omega was trained.
Kishiar darkly thought of all the ways that they might have trained Yudrein to make him this obedient even before the curse was set into place, and he decided he’d retrain Yudrein to overlap their marks – both physical and mental - with his own.
Because Yudrein was definitely trained in many things – not just in staying put and walking about in a leash.
When dinner time had arrived, Kishiar had quickly realized that his slave might have been trained for public use, even use by many people.
Because his slave had not even blinked an eye when more people walked into the office while Kishiar was pressing him into the couch. Rather, Yudrein slicked even more, shivering in anticipation as if he had been conditioned to expect more at the sight of others.
It was probably only because of that, that Kishiar did not feel more annoyed by the appearance of his always baby-fevered brother. Well, not exactly, but Keilusa had always been asking about his sex life in hope that there were at least some illegitimate children running around to adopt and save the dying bloodline and Empire that might destabilize into civil war after them.
Of course, there were never any illegitimate children.
Before Yudrein, Kishiar had cared about the Empire too, but not enough to go around and have one-night stands with people.
After Yudrein, Kishiar thought the same way. He needed and wanted no one other than Yudrein.
But unfortunately, Kishiar would have to train Yudrein out of the conditioning of expecting others to join in because Kishiar didn’t like the thought of sharing Yudrein, much less, Yudrein expecting, even wanting others.
It was a good thing that he had caught this problem before Yudrein went about seducing others who could smell his lewd scent.
“Control yourself.” Kishiar whispered sternly into Yudrein’s ear, making the omega hiccup over a possessive, deep thrust and whine when Kishiar continued picking up the pace within his battered walls. Kishiar was going to let Yudrein continue resting, keep a gentle pace and slowly stop now that it was time for dinner, but now he didn’t want to. Pressing his mouth into Yudrein’s ear, Kishiar ordered heatedly. “Silence. I don’t want anyone to hear or smell anything from you tonight.”
Yudrein shivered, but obeyed, hiding his face in Kishiar’s chest to help muffle his noises and reigning in his cloying scent that had been unconsciously drawing others, inviting, begging anyone who could smell an omega’s pheromones to quickly join and touch him.
Although Kishiar was grateful that his siblings, Nathan, and the palace eunuchs were all betas and couldn’t sense Yudrein’s scent, it was unacceptable and Kishiar half-wondered if Yudrein’s enemy kingdom had purposefully trained Yudrein to react this way to get him in trouble with his owner if the owner was a possessive alpha like him.
It was certainly working if it was on purpose.
Kishiar hadn’t realized how possessive he was until he realized that Yudrein might have been trained to be a slut.
“So this is the lover you’ll take?” Keilusa asked, obliviously coming closer to get a better look at Yudrein, who was barely suppressing his shivers of anticipation when he noticed his brother’s approach. Kishiar thrusted into Yudrein harder to force Yudrein to forget about his brother. Even if it was Keilusa, Kishiar wasn’t letting his brother touch Yudrein this way. “Good. I’m sure he will give us very cute nephews and nieces.”
He will. And only nephews and nieces, no sons and daughters, Kishiar thought as he felt Yudrein unconsciously quiver at someone else’s praise. Uncaring for the others in the room anymore, Kishiar grabbed Yudrein’s hips and pummeled Yudrein even faster and harder than before, bruising Yudrein’s pussy and inner walls at a breakneck pace.
Yudrein covered his mouth with his hands to keep to Kishiar’s orders to be quiet, his eyes going unseeing from pleasure until finally, he came again, hard on Kishiar’s cock. But Kishiar didn’t stop moving, unrelentingly keeping the same strength and pace even as Yudrein’s legs twitched and unconsciously struggled to somehow get him off frantically because of the overstimulation.
Quickly, in a short time, Yudrein came again and Kishiar finally relented when the omega dropped in his arms, too overwhelmed to think about anything but the mind blowing orgasms he had just received.
“Oh my… Is this the same Kishiar rumored to be impotent?” Faria, the Empress, teased as Kishiar kissed Yudrein and used him more gently to finish in him. Yudrein’s cunt quivered around him, but the slave otherwise didn’t move, completely slack from pleasure.
His brother, more astute about his mood, hummed thoughtfully before smiling. “Perhaps, we should visit more often. I’m sure the more jealous you are, the faster the Imperial Family can regain its numbers.”
Kishiar twitched, but remembered how he had been making his brother worried about him, his non-existent love life, and the Empire’s future for almost a decade and instead sighed, “What do you want?”
“A family dinner together, of course.” Keilusa answered as Nathan and many eunuch servants were finishing up bringing in a dining table and setting it up with a large feast behind him. “Being busy with your imperial duty is no excuse to forgo tradition.”
Neither of them cared for tradition much, but Kishiar should have expected this when he had finally showed interest in someone for the first time in his almost 30 years of life.
“I’ll let you keep him quiet for now,” Keilusa permitted knowingly, “but in the future dinners, I want to hear my brother-in-law’s voice.” His brother’s eyes softened, “If he is willing, of course.”
That was iffy because Yudrein didn’t seem capable of true consent and willingness, not currently, but Kishiar nodded, ceding to his brother, the Emperor’s, order and also curious as to what else his brother might have heard about Yudrein from Mick or in his own research in the hours that Kishiar had been spending with Yudrein as if all his years of abstinence had been pent up rather than non-existent and were now being released.
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“Chew.” Kishiar whispered to Yudrein, feeding the omega personally by hand. The omega was still dazed from hours of sex and the wet warmth within him, Kishiar’s cock still plugging up the seed within him as Yudrein sat in Kishiar’s lap, but he quietly ate the pieces of bread between Kishiar’s fingers while resting against Kishiar’s still clothed chest. “Good boy.” Kishiar praised, causing the omega to shiver.
Kishiar continued to do that for many more minutes before finally moving his attention up to Keilusa and Faria, who were warmly watching as he fed Yudrein.
Seeing that Kishiar was done and Yudrein was asleep after being patted on the back, praise for having eaten so well despite his fatigue, by Kishiar, Keilusa asked,
“Why didn’t you tell me that you preferred men? I would have tried harder to find the perfect omega for you.”
Kishiar huffed. “I didn’t want an omega.” They both knew that Kishiar had been offered omegas in addition to almost every other category of people who could give birth to an heir. “I only wanted him.”
Keilusa nodded thoughtfully, having also loved only Faria despite having been offered his own harem of people until they quickly realized that, yes, it was Keilusa of the two that was infertile. After that, everyone left him alone in turn to focus their dying hopes on Kishiar to revive the Orr Imperial Family.
But Kishiar had never been interested to the point that everyone thought that while Keilusa was infertile, Kishiar was impotent.
Kishiar wryly thought that the eunuchs would quickly be spreading news right now to everyone who would listen that he wasn’t anymore though.
“If I knew that the youngest prince of the Rik Island Kingdom was The One for you, I would have arranged your marriage a long time ago. Perhaps then, he wouldn’t have needed to suffer and this would be a lot simpler.”
While Kishiar was well-versed in many of the wars that went on in the past five years, the Rik Island Kingdom was small and far. Unfamiliar with the original kingdom of his love, Kishiar asked the serious question.
“Will there be a problem with the kingdoms that made it fall?”
Keilusa smiled darkly, “No. Although some of the kingdoms had been quite large and powerful, your lover had been quite the weapon of mass destruction to them in war. We can easily defeat them if they protest to your marriage. Even the kingdom with the veteran Swordmaster and elder archmage.” Looking down at the young man sleeping within his brother’s arms, Keilusa added, “Even without Yudrein, whom I expect that they had already forced to sign an oath that he would not harm them before laying down the second curse.”
Kishiar nodded thoughtfully. The latter was to be expected. An archmage and budding swordmaster was too powerful to sell off as a slave without such countermeasures. But Kishiar didn’t expect or want Yudrein to fight again if other kingdoms acted up anyways. By then, Kishiar expected that Yudrein would already be pregnant with his kids after all. He’d be a horrible person to send his pregnant lover to the battlefield.
Kishiar pressed a kiss on Yudrein’s forehead. His adorable omega clenched the front of his shirt more tightly in his sleep, warm pussy pulsing around his cock. Kishiar felt like he could never get enough of him; he was still so hard within Yudrein and he wanted to have him on top of the dinner table.
Keilusa and all the servants would probably let him. They all had been wanting Kishiar to do worse with a harem of people all these years, anything if it could make Kishiar interested in sex and give them an imperial child.
“How many people did he kill, exactly?” Kishiar wondered, reminded of Yudrein’s curse of obedience until he slept with him for the equivalent amount of days as people he had slain in his life.
Keilusa shook his head. “The estimated numbers could be up to millions. He wiped an island kingdom off the map with a tsunami in one battle. That is not to say what he did to the land kingdoms that his kingdom ‘neighbored’. They still have to redraw their maps to include the new spiral mountains and valleys he created.”
“A tsunami?” Kishiar echoed disbelievingly. “New geographic locations? How have we not heard of this or him?”
Keilusa huffed, reminded of their own nobles – politics in general. “His own kingdom didn’t want to give the youngest prince credit. He was supposed to die in war along with each of their own rival princes and factions. No one had even realized that he was a self-studied archmage.” Kishiar’s eyes darkened. If those people were still alive, he would… “And everyone outside those directly involved are still in disbelief to this day. Now that he is a slave and was meant to be a male omega sex slave at that, I wouldn’t imagine anyone believing it anytime in the future either.”
Kishiar felt his face grow cold as he hugged the omega in his arms.
“It doesn’t matter.” Kishiar finally said. “Perhaps, it would even be better if he’s not known for that.” Besides the ‘punishment’ he was already facing as one of the defeated, Yudrein didn’t need to be bothered or burdened by the past. Especially not when he was going to be the Orr Empire’s Mother and savior. Especially not when Keilusa and Kishiar, as imperials themselves and also those who had gone through the same times of war, also had done many things and wouldn’t call themselves ‘standards of morality’ by any means either. Even now, all they were thinking of was how to make the sex slave theirs and destroy any kingdom or party that would dare to oppose them. “He only needs to be known as my husband.”
Keilusa smiled, happy as if he had finally heard the words he had never thought to hear. “Although it would be a lot more complicated to arrange a marriage between a Crown Prince and a slave than a Crown Prince and another kingdom’s prince, as long as he is pregnant, no one of the aristocratic factions will be able to protest. Unfortunately, even then, he would only be able to attain the position of Imperial Noble Consort…”
“It’s fine. I don’t want to be Emperor.” Kishiar said honestly. He was only the Crown Prince because there was no other person of imperial blood, and Kishiar would never want to be Emperor because that would mean that Keilusa was dead. Faria could keep her Empress title. Until his children grew up and inherited the title naturally, Keilusa and Faria could remain the best Emperor and Empress in the history of the Orr Empire.
Keilusa smiled. “Then as your Emperor, I order you to do whatever it takes to impregnate your lover. I don’t care what it is. I want to see my nephew and niece in nine months.”
“Why have you already decided that Yudrein will have twins?” Kishiar asked unseriously before nodding, kissing Yudrein on the forehead again, “I’ll work hard to impress the Emperor then.”
“With how long I’ve waited, you better give me more children than the First Emperor.” Keilusa said half-seriously.
Five plus one, huh? Kishiar didn’t mind, feeling like he finally understood how the First Orr Emperor had five children. When faced with someone like Yuder, Kishiar didn’t think he’d ever stop either.
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“How did they train you, Yudrein?” Kishiar found himself asking again after spending two days with Yudrein in bed, the Emperor happily telling him to take a month-long break to celebrate his unofficial honeymoon.
By now, the omega was completely mingled with his scent: surrounded, saturated, and filled by it. He stunk of Kishiar and Kishiar was still dying to mark him many times more.
Kishiar waited patiently as Yudrein caught his breath from another deep thrust, everything within him splashing and making him extra sensitive and full.
Pearl-like tears clung to his eyelashes and Kishiar pressed his larger body against Yudrein’s back to kiss and drink them. Kishiar rubbed Yudrein’s reddened cock, wanting to kiss and drink from there too, but that meant that he’d have to unplug Yudrein and Kishiar didn’t want that, not yet, not until Nathan brought the sex toys that Kishiar had specially commissioned from the finest craftsmen the other day, including the dildo that would be modeled after his cock.
Kishiar loved the idea of that. A model of him always inside Yudrein even if he couldn’t be there all the time. A reminder of him so that Yudrein could never forget who he belonged to and seek out others.
Kishiar would keep it in Yudrein forever, move it and swirl it around deep inside Yudrein’s body with his mana.
Yudrein trembled as the cock within him hardened yet again, but closed his eyes, taking it. In all honesty, although Kishiar was bigger than any finger and toy, Yudrein was used to being used all the time too.
“T-they” Yudrein’s voice shook when Kishiar rubbed his cock inside of him. “used fingers and toys.” Yudrein’s voice hitched as Kishiar thrusted into him, asking softly.
“How many fingers?”
“A-all of them.” Yudrein’s back arched when he felt Kishiar thrust again.
“Five?”
“T-ten.” Yudrein answered and then threw his head back again, drooling on the sheets when Kishiar fucked him hard again – long and deep, multiple times at an inhumane pace.
“Ten?” Kishiar asked into Yudrein’s ear, breath heating his inner ear. “So you held two little fists in your cunt? One in your cunt and the other in your ass? Should I see if my fists fit too?” Yudrein whined as he imagined it. Kishiar’s hands were a lot bigger than anyone he had been with. Even if his cock was comparable to a forearm, he didn’t think his hands would fit. “Ten in total or just at the time? How many people’s hands in total?”
Yudrein whimpered, not knowing why as he answered. “I don’t remember. There were too many to count.”
Kishiar growled, biting his neck again and fucking him in earnest. Yudrein sobbed at the too good feeling that felt too much – especially after two whole days in bed with Kishiar’s cock up him. Kishiar held his hips so that he could not escape and Yudrein weakly slumped again when he finally felt Kishiar come in him again after a long time.
“How many people and toys in general?”
Yudrein shook, feeling like there was no right answer even if all he wanted was to tell the truth.
“T-too many to count-”
Yudrein abruptly screamed as he felt Kishiar thrust deeply into him again, hitting all the right spots.
“Too many, huh.” Kishiar whispered in Yudrein’s ear again as his hips rocked, “My omega must have been so popular. I should count myself lucky that he had left his virginities intact. What a good boy,” Yudrein shivered. “waiting for me to deflower him.” Yudrein felt like a baby as Kishiar easily flipped his not so small body back onto his back and then ravaged his bruised and bitten body while fucking him hard.
“No worries. As reward, I’ll erase their marks and the memories of them too.” Kishiar said, “You’ll be all mine.”
-
Yudrein’s eyes fluttered as the man finally left his pussy only to put a big fat dildo that felt exactly like his except harder and stiffer into there. Yudrein shivered at both the familiar and unfamiliar feeling of a toy there. It was almost like before except this time the toy was gigantic, just like Kishiar’s, and keeping in all the wet stuff that made him feel so big and full like Kishiar’s had for days just moments before.
Yudrein arched his back when Kishiar then slowly stretched and then filled his back hole, slotting himself in the place neighboring the dildo model version of himself.
“You’re doing so well.” Kishiar praised, letting him catch his breath and adjust before taking him there too.
Yudrein felt so full.
Then, he shook, curling within Kishiar’s arms when he felt both pillars within him move, wrecking him further.
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Kishiar never forgot how he had to train Yudrein out of his conditioned response to other people while he was in the throes of sex. Yudrein wouldn’t intentionally cheat on him – not when Kishiar had explicitly ordered Yudrein that he could only be touched by him and people he had allowed - but he’d have to teach his dear omega’s body who and only who he belonged to over and over again until Yudrein stopped slicking and letting out his enticing scent for others.
Judging by how Yudrein had shuddered as soon as another person walked into his office while Yudrein was cock-warming him on his lap, it was going to be a long and arduous task, but Kishiar would still do it.
“Yudrein. Attention on me only.” Kishiar reminded, kissing Yudrein’s forehead and momentarily putting his pen and paperwork down to hold Yudrein as he thrusted upwards into the slave on his lap a few times. Yudrein made soft noises as each thrust punched delicious places in him accurately, pushing in the viscous mess of slick and seed deeper into his depths.
Although male omegas showed pregnancy symptoms later than females usually did, Kishiar wondered if he should use a heat inducer to further his chances of getting Yudrein pregnant if he wasn’t pregnant already. Kishiar would love to see Yudrein in heat, and Kishiar knew that Yudrein could definitely take his own heat if Kishiar drank the same heat inducing tea and went into heat with him.
Yudrein almost always wore Kishiar’s favorite dildo in him – in one of his two holes – helping Kishiar sink into Yudrein’s holes so easily and naturally like Yudrein was his sheath, his home. Even if Kishiar was a little more aggressive and violent in his heat, Kishiar was confident that Yudrein could handle him.
If Yudrein didn’t show pregnancy symptoms by the end of the week, Kishiar was going to do it.
“Yudrein,” Kishiar commanded as he had the guards stand close to his table with wordless gestures behind the omega and the omega temporarily looked away from Kishiar, distracted. “Focus.” Kishiar grabbed Yudrein’s chin and held it still before he could turn. Yudrein shuddered and squirmed at the strict, unhappy tone, knowing that his body was doing something that Kishiar didn’t like.
Kishiar softened and kissed him again, soothing, “I know it’s not your fault. Those horrible people trained your body wrong to cause trouble, but even if I know that, I can’t let it be. I don’t want to share you with other people. Not you, not your cute reactions, and not your precious scent. Be good for me?” Kishiar asked and it was an unfair question because Yudrein would always be good for him, so completely obedient to his explicit commands and direct desires, even if he couldn’t go into heat on command like Kishiar had experimentally tried or stop his body’s responses – natural or conditioned.
Yudrein nodded and Kishiar smiled. “Good boy.” Kishiar praised with a pleased purr. Yudrein shivered. “Now, I’m going to invite more people to the room. Focus only on my body. When I take you in front of them, I want you to only think of me.” When Yudrein didn’t say anything, Kishiar ordered. “Answer.”
“I’ll try.” Yudrein said honestly and Kishiar rubbed his head again.
“Good boy.” Kishiar praised again, watching Yuder blush and duck his head in Kishiar’s clothed chest. “Remember, only I’m allowed to do this to you. Even if others want to, no one is going to do anything because only I am allowed to touch you like this. Repeat.”
“Only you are allowed to touch me, Kishiar.”
“Good.” Kishiar praised again. “And I’ll keep reminding you and your body until your body only slicks for me, your mind only thinks about me, and your everything is mine.” Kishiar said while caressing the boy on his cock.
Yudrein nodded and Kishiar kissed him.
“Then, let’s do this again.” Looking up, Kishiar addressed the guards. “Bring more people here.” After a second thought, Kishiar added, “Alphas too – handsome ones.” Kishiar slapped Yudrein’s reflexive reaction to hearing ‘alphas’, making Yudrein shiver and clench from the hard smack to his filled pussy. “After today, no one, except you, will ever make the mistake of thinking that you’re not completely mine.”
Although it was true that everyone in the room knew thoroughly that Kishiar had possessively and territorially claimed and marked Yudrein and none of them were willing to challenge the powerful Crown Prince that they had also sworn their loyalty to, it was also true that everyone in the room that day were aroused, barely able to restrain themselves from the sights that they had witnessed and the multiple ways that their Crown Prince had taken his chosen beloved.
And keeping his promise, the Crown Prince would continue to do so until the body of his Imperial Noble Consort thoroughly learned the lessons. Even if it would take days, even months, of rehabilitation and training.
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In the end, by the end of the week, Kishiar does have Yudrein drink a heat inducer – the same as him.
It is not because Yudrein is not pregnant, but because Kishiar had belatedly realized that Yudrein wouldn’t be having his heats for years if all went to plan because pregnant omegas didn’t enter heat late into their pregnancy.
But Kishiar wants to see it, have Yudrein when Yudrein is in the throes of heat.
So Kishiar takes a heat inducer too, making it so that their heats would match from then on, and lets his more beastly side take over while Yudrein himself is burning, trembling like a leaf under him, with a stronger scent and lust than usual.
And when Kishiar can drink milk from Yudrein’s breasts, Kishiar knows – his omega is undoubtedly pregnant.
The Orr Empire holds a celebration for the conception of long awaited twins. Kishiar doesn’t care if Keilusa is right about the genders; he is just happy he will soon see his husband looking so soft and round with pregnancy, delectable in another way that Kishiar can’t restrain himself from biting into.
Yudrein is not even a month into pregnancy yet and Kishiar finds himself already wanting to work on the second batch, the third, however many numbers to keep him pregnant.