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“Are you certain you’ll be alright, Gale?” Shadowheart’s monotone voice sounded disinterested, but her face showed pure concern as she watched Gale packing up some essentials in his backpack.
The wizard in question gave her a small smile, “It’ll only be three days! I promise you won’t even miss me!”
“You, perhaps, will go unmissed…but your food will be hard to endure the absence of.” Lae’zel quipped…he took it as her odd attempt at a compliment.
“I’m sure Halsin is just as fine a chef as I!” Gale offered, counting out the potions he planned on taking before packing them away, “As I’ve said…it is only a short while. I simply wish to explore the tower in solitude for a spell while you settle your business with the Mycenoids.”
That was the excuse he gave…and thankfully, they bought it.
Shadowheart sighed deeply, “I don’t like the idea of you being by yourself…but I suppose the tower is safe…enough.”
“It will practically be a vacation for yours truly!” Gale insisted with a smile, “And this way, you’re only down one party member.” Gale hoped he didn’t seem as desperate as he felt…he really needed their fearless leader to buy his story…
Shadowheart waved her hand dismissively, “Fine, just…be sure you’re only gone for three days…or I’m sending someone to retrieve you…or what’s left of you.”
Oh, thank Mystra…
“I assure you, I will be back posthaste intact and ready to get back to work!” And with that said, Gale flung his pack over his shoulder and moved to the travel gate. He was mere feet away from said portal when his path was blocked by a certain pale elf.
“Running out on us, Wizard?” Astarion droned, inspecting his nails with a bored look on his face, “And here I thought we were finally getting along.”
Gale rolled his eyes, “Astarion, I assure you...none of you shall perish in my absence. It will only be three measly days.”
“Exactly!” Astarion argued, “Three whole days without our only wizard! What if some magical bullshit accosts us? What if we come across some arcane nonsense? And more importantly, who will I get wine from?!”
Ah, of course that’s what the issue was. He chuckled, shaking his head, “I will be leaving my bottles behind. You may help yourself to them if you’re really that desperate.”
That seemed to perk the vampire up a bit. He flashed a toothy smile, “Well, if you insist. I suppose if I’m to be deprived of your tedious rambling, I’ll have to comfort myself with your stores.” Though he sounded like his normal aloof self, there was a tinge of something in his eyes that almost seemed like…worry?
Gale shook that thought from his head and reached out to pat Astarion’s arm affectionately, “That’s the spirit! I’ll be back soon, help yourself to my library as well, I know you’ve been dying to finish that autobiography about Bloodbeard the Exsanguinator…history’s only vampire Pirate Lord!”
Astarion hummed, eyes glancing to the hand on his arm with a soft expression, “Well, I would be lying if I wasn’t clawing to get back to it.” He gave a dramatic sigh and made a show of brushing Gale’s hand off with mock disdain, “Now off with you already! Can’t possibly miss you if you’re still here.”
Gale pretended that little jab didn’t hurt him. He gave another good-natured smile…even as his insides began to pulse being in such close proximity to the Vampire, “Right, right, I’ll be off then! Take care, Astarion.” He readjusted his pack then stepped through the portal to the nearest waypoint for Lenore de Hurst’s tower.
He didn’t notice the vampire’s gaze following him…nor did he here the soft mumble of, “Be safe…”
It was only a short walk to the spot after Gale stepped out of the portal.
And finally…he felt like he could breathe…just in time as well, because he was already feeling twitchy, itchy, and overwhelmed by all of his senses.
He let out an irritated sigh as he made his way inside the tower…of all the things that could go wrong…Gale did not think his heat would be on the list. He should have seen this coming…the signs should have been there! Actually, no…they shouldn’t be there at all.
He hasn’t had a heat since adopting a particularly unpleasant ball of Netherese magic in his chest. He was under the impression that, in addition to dulling his pheromones, it put his cycle on pause. Well, it seems that Elminster’s stabilization of said orb was enough to bring him back to normal functioning.
Not a moment too soon, it would seem. He was just starting to get a little too comfortable with his little group of fellow tadpole-victims.
It’s been three months since he’d been pulled from his misfired portal by Shadowheart, and while he was wary at first of travelling alongside a slew of Alphas and two Betas, he’d come to the quick understanding that to all of them, the orb made him smell and function like a Beta. His suspicions were confirmed when both Lae’zel and Karlach suddenly went into their ruts at the same time, and neither of them had attempted to claim him. The two Alphas had to be separated to keep them from killing each other, with Halsin patrolling both of their tents to ensure containment.
Lae’zel almost took a chunk out of Astarion when he walked too close to her tent at one point. The other Alpha nearly responded in kind until Halsin put himself between them, and nearly carried Astarion back to the safety of his tent.
He, Wyll, and Shadowheart all had a front-row view to the nonsense that day. And he remembered when she nudged him and huffed that she was glad none of them were Omegas.
Wyll had slowly nodded and averted his gaze…and Gale chuckled…both confused and relieved that they couldn’t smell his secondary gender.
He used it to his advantage.
Being the only Omega in the midst of several Alphas was just asking for trouble. Gale did not wish to be claimed…rather, he could not be claimed. Not when his life was a candle quickly burning down. It wouldn’t be fair to the poor bastard who claimed him.
This is how things have been in the group…and honestly, Gale never thought the day would come when he would need to come clean about his other big secret…the orb was more than enough thank you. So, when he woke up this morning feeling an all too familiar ache in his lower belly, he ran a quick heat detection test and found that his heat was indeed approaching.
He was going into heat…
An unclaimed Omega…surrounded by 4 unmated Alphas.
His need to flee camp and seclude himself away in an abandoned tower was certainly not unfounded.
Therefore, he did not feel bad when he arrived in the dilapidated bedroom of Lenore de Hurst…setting his things down beside the dusty bed as he pondered how he should set up his nest. He knew he had at least a few more hours until his heat truly began…it was just enough time for him to set out his supplies and craft his nest…perhaps he would be able to eat and drink from one of his rations before he felt too sick to do so.
A sudden pulse of warmth in his belly told him to make haste…so he stopped his pondering and got to work. He’d decided to nest on the bed, taking advantage of the mattress and blankets covered in dust…a quick Prestidigitation took care of that.
Arranging the sparse amount of pillows and blankets into a circular shape was a bit difficult for Gale, considering that he hadn’t nested in years…and having spent his heats with Mystra in the Astral plane while they were still seeing each other (which essentially just skipped the cycle altogether), and the orb putting them on pause after. He had no idea what havoc this heat would wreak on his body.
After arranging and re-arranging the blankets and pillows over and over, Gale eventually found a setup that worked for him. Not a moment too soon…a sudden cramp weaved its way up his thighs and into his hips, causing him to groan lowly in discomfort.
Blast…he’d forgotten how much heats sucked…
Removing his clothes and setting them aside, he crawled into the nest, curling up in the middle beneath a thin blanket as he waited for the cramps to pass…
…and for the inevitable arousal that would resort him to a keening, mindless animal. Concerningly vulnerable and incredibly helpless to defend himself again any suitors.
Thank gods he was able to get away…in this state, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from throwing himself at the first Alpha he smelled. Which…unfortunately, he knew which Alpha he would like to throw himself at…and of course, it’s the most unavailable Alpha in all of Faerun.
Because despite his willingness to flirt with everyone he meets, Astarion has shown no desire whatsoever to have any sort of romantic relationship with him. Hells, the pale elf hasn’t even hinted at a desire to fuck him.
It stung a bit…being literally the only one the vampire hasn’t attempted to bed. Not that he would have taken him up on the offer if it were given…at least, not if it was just a casual affair. No, Gale would like something more substantial…but he could take a hint. While they’ve been more than civil with each other…sharing a love of books and good wine…there was only a budding friendship between them, and Gale knew Astarion preferred to keep it that way.
And Gale was fine with that…truly, he was…he was not owed Astarion’s affections. He knew Astarion did not and would never see him as anything more, especially when he still believed Gale was a Beta.
He would not pursue the vampire. He valued their friendship.
…
But…a fantasy is a fantasy…and fantasies are harmless. So, he wouldn’t feel too terrible about the knowledge that he would be moaning a very specific name on loop for the next three nights.
Why me?
Astarion repeated those two words like a mantra as he entered the camp portal and teleported to the Arcane tower…his assignment clear, despite his unwillingness to do it. Check on the wizard…that is what Shadowheart told him to do. Well… “told” is a much nicer version…she’d all but threatened to leave him with the bloody gnome in the Myconid camp unless he popped in on their daft wizard.
Honestly, Astarion couldn’t tell which was worse…
At least Gale smelled better…with that damn orb stabilized, the stench of netherese decay no longer followed him. Actually…the wizard smelled much better than he did before. The bitter acrid scent of decay was replaced by a lovely herbal aroma that reminded Astarion of a lounge he visited once that constantly had some fancy incense burning.
It was…ugh, he couldn’t believe he was admitting to himself that the talkative wizard smelled wonderful. Good enough to eat actually. Perhaps he could convince the man to let him take another curious nibble? The first time he’d attempted to turn the yappy man into a midnight snack hadn’t gone so well…but with the orb stilled, his blood had to taste as good as it smelled now, right? With the rot of the orb gone, perhaps Astarion could convince Gale to let him feed?
…
Ugh, listen to him…so desperate for thinking creature blood that he was willing to sup on Gale…GALE!
He supposed…out of all his wayward companions, Gale was the most…useful…he had good taste in literature…and wine…and he was always more than willing to share…
Honestly, that’s the only reason Astarion often set up his tent next to the wizard’s. It was like living close to the library while having a tavern just next door. Certainly, for no other reason…none at all…he enjoyed the wizard for only those two things…
…and he supposed his company wasn’t all bad…
Oh, damn it all, why must he be conflicted by his own feelings?! People fell into two categories for Astarion. Marks and Tools. Everyone else in the group fell into the Tool category when they failed to be Marks…they were useful, and he used them for protection amongst other things.
Gale wouldn’t fit in either category.
He wasn’t a mark…as demonstrated by the way all of Astarion’s seduction attempts simply fell flat. And while he was useful, Astarion couldn’t fully call him a Tool. Tools didn’t chat with him like an old friend. Tools didn’t make him feel…the way Gale made him feel…
Gale wasn’t a Tool…so what the hells was he?!
Infuriating! That’s what! Absolutely infuriating and annoying and not at all attractive to him one bit!
Astarion slowed to a stop as he mulled over that last thought. Well…it wasn’t truthful. Gale was very attractive…highly attractive actually. In fact, Gale is the only person Astarion’s ever met who actually makes him feel…all weird when he looks at him. If the Beta weren’t so insufferably dense, Astarion would have attempted to bed him much sooner! But anyways, that was not really the point here…
…what was the point again?
…
…Oh! Right, he’s meant to check up on Gale. It’s only been two days…the wizard was supposed to return tomorrow…so why the hells did Shads feel like he needed a nanny?! Astarion had no idea, but it was better than hanging around the…ugh…gnome…
Either way, he looked up, seeing the tower Gale was currently staying at in the near distance. Just in and out…check on the stupid wizard…then he could go back to camp and continue reading that pirate book he’d borrowed from said stupid wizard. However, as he got closer, he saw two shadows nearing the top of the staircase of the tower. He stopped once more and upon paying closer attention, he realized it was two people, and they had just entered the tower.
A mild jolt of panic went up Astarion’s spine and he automatically felt the rumble of a growl beginning in his throat. He immediately forced it to stop…why the hells was he getting all protective over Gale? He was a powerful mage…an archmage, as he often reminded them. Certainly, he could handle himself with two measly invaders…
…so why was Astarion running towards the tower with his bow drawn?
Damn Alpha instincts. He really was going soft if he was getting this protective over a fucking Beta…let alone one who could easily defend himself. That seemed to be a theme lately…him getting protective of their little group…especially their only wizard. He absolutely hated it! Oh well…at the worst case scenario, Gale will have dispatched of the two by the time he got there and he could just minimize his primal protective urge to “missing out on the fun”.
He ran…faster than he thought he could as the need to reach Gale grew with every passing minute. Despite his pettiness…he would feel bad if Gale got hurt and he could have intervened. He was farther away than the two strangers, so that meant he was several minutes behind them…enough time for something serious to happen if they caught Gale off-guard. He finally made it up the staircase and pushed into the tower. Immediately he ran to the elevator when he realized the main floor was empty.
He wasn’t sure where the two strangers went or what floor Gale was currently on, so he started in the basement, since that would be the most likely place where Gale would be. He was coming here for some research nonsense, right? Perhaps it had something to do with the weird plant experiments they found here?
He just hoped the intruders didn’t reach Gale first.
Two days of misery…and Gale wasn’t even through the worst of it yet. The crossover from the second day to the third was always the hardest. His body, realizing it wasn’t getting bred, was trying its best to attract a mate. That meant more pheromones…more painful arousal…and far too much slick pouring out of his pussy.
This was also the most vulnerable time for him. His body had grown weaker…his limbs felt so heavy, as if someone were holding him down. He only had enough control to force his arse up in a presenting pose, despite not having a partner to present to. The worst part, in Gale’s opinion, was the fog of heat in his brain making it hard to think clearly…and rendering him nearly speechless. It was hard to say anything now…his base instincts only wanted to moan and beg for an Alpha to breed him.
And in his case…it was Astarion’s name on his lips…the only word that managed to actually make it out of his mouth.
He writhed against the sheets, his nude body slicked with sweat and his own release. Masturbation never worked after the first day…without an Alpha to breed him, Gale had no choice but to ride it out.
Didn’t make things any easier for him…especially when his thoughts were plagued by silver hair, crimson eyes, and glinting fangs. He really was pathetic…pining for his friend in the midst of his heat…and for a friend who had stated his distaste for relationships and physical intimacy.
He really was the worst…
“Gods! What is that smell?!”
“Heat? Omega…Its coming from over there.”
“Gods, its everywhere!”
Gale’s entire body froze up and he shot up in his nest with a growl, eyes focusing in the dark as two figures rounded the corner and began to approach him. Men…Drow…one Beta…and one Alpha.
“Well well…what did we stumble across?” The Alpha grinned as he took another step towards him. Gale let out a vicious growl…warning him to stay away, but the Alpha just laughed again, “Oh! So feisty! I like you…cute little thing, big eyes, pretty hair…the face is not as pretty as I usually like my Omegas, a lot hairier too…bet you’ll be fun to break, though.” He took another step…his intent clear.
So, Gale growled louder and his orb flashed within his chest as he called upon the Weave around him. The fog in his brain only let him growl out warnings, which meant spells requiring a verbal component were unavailable to him… but he could still do some damage. The Weave crackled in his fingers and he let out a louder growl…a final warning for them to leave.
To his credit, the Alpha did pause briefly…staring at him, “A magic-user…wizard probably?” he seemed to weigh the risk…before deciding to move forward, “Stand down, Omega. Be a good boy and I will go easy on your tight little-”
Gale flicked a droplet of sweat from his body and cast Ice knife right at the two intruders. The shard hit the ground and exploded, but unfortunately for him, both men had dodged just enough to not be hit too bad. The Alpha roared and charged him, Gale quickly cast Thunderclap, and the Alpha clutched at his ears in pain from the noise.
Gale let out another loud growl, giving the men one final warning to leave!
Then a sharp pain in Gale’s bicep made him cry out. Looking down, he saw a throwing dagger protruding from his arm. His attention was drawn to the Beta who threw the knife. In his heat-induced rage, he cast Mind Spike on the Beta, snarling as he watched the Drow scream and clutch at his head. He maintained concentration on the spell…and momentarily forgot about the Alpha.
That was his fatal mistake.
CRACK
Pain exploded from behind his eyes and he broke concentration, slumping forward into his nest with a whine of pain. Throbbing and wetness from his forehead…blood poured into his right eye from his hairline, and he weakly reached up to feel the wound. A hand gripped his and Gale screamed as two of his fingers were bent backwards until they broke.
“Fucking little BITCH!” The Alpha roared, then caught Gale’s other hand when he attempted to cast another ice knife at him.
CRUNCH
Another scream as two more fingers on his other hand were broken.
“There we are…can’t have you casting those annoying spells and spoiling our fun.” The Alpha chuckled before grabbing Gale by the throat and shoving him down against the mattress. Gale struggled, limbs flailing to shove the Drow away from him, pushing through the pain in a surge of adrenaline. The Alpha released a loud authoritative growl, “Submit, Omega!”
And to his horror…Gale’s heat-ridden body obeyed.
Damn this heat! Damn his stupid Omega brain for listening to this fucking Alpha who was trying to rape him! He snarled, baring his teeth at the Alpha in a show of aggression…even as his body went limp under him.
The Drow smirked down at him, “That’s it…good Omega.” The other Drow approached, moving to climb onto the bed near Gale’s head, and the Alpha leaned closer, taking a deep whiff from his scent gland, “Mmmm delicious…you smell ripe…so fertile…so wet…we’re gonna have lots of fun with you-GYAAAARGH!” He ripped his head away, holding his ear as it bled profusely. He gaped in shock and horror at the Omega beneath him.
Gale simply spit out the chunk of flesh he’d bitten off and gave another growl, eyes blazing with purple magic even through the pain and grogginess.
The Alpha snarled, punching Gale right in the face. Another sick crack sounded in the air as Gale felt the punch break his nose. Blood poured out of his nostrils and into his open mouth as he cried out in pain.
“You’re gonna fuckin regret that…” A fist in his hair and two more hands grabbing his wrists as the Beta held him down while the Alpha forced his legs open.
One final thought ran through Gale’s head as the men kept him pinned and spread…he shouldn’t have come here alone …
He searched the basement…no Gale. He moved to the Generator room, no Gale. He went to the first floor, the Greenhouse. After a quick look around, he still saw no sign of the wizard. But when he reached the third floor, the bedroom…that’s when things took a very different turn.
The second Astarion materialized on the floor, he was backhanded with a fog of sweetness that made him simultaneously gag and suck in a deep lungful.
The effect was instantaneous…
He moaned despite his better judgement as the wonderful smell filled him and ignited a pool of unwanted arousal deep in his belly.
He knew exactly what he was smelling too…Omegan pheromones, and with how saturated the air was with them, it had to be an Omega nearing the final stretch of their heat. And holy shit, his entire body was like a live wire connected to them! He opened his mouth, tongue flicking out as his inner Alpha clawed to follow the scent trail to the sweet fertile treasure waiting at the end.
However, Astarion had unnatural restraint when it came to his primal nature. It came from 200 years of using his Alpha nature to lure in targets. He couldn’t afford to be distracted by an Omega’s pheromones…so he built up a tolerance.
Once he’d adapted to the scent a bit, he started trying to piece information together. There was an Omega in heat on this floor…as far as he knew, there were three people in the tower. Two were unknown people who were here for unknown reasons. And the other was…
…
He took another deeper whiff of the pheromone laden air…searching for subtle notes that were distinct to one yappy wizard.
They were undeniably present.
Was Gale…an Omega? He couldn’t be…Astarion would have smelled it on him. They’ve been traveling for months together, and he never once went into heat! He would’ve had a couple by now at least! Ao knows he’s suffered through two damn ruts himself, just like the other Alphas in the party.
All this time…Gale was an Omega…
He couldn’t stop the feral growl from leaving his throat this time, no matter how shocking the revelation…if Gale was truly in heat, he was incredibly vulnerable and Astarion needed to get to him. Pulling out his crossbow and blending into the shadows, Astarion moved swiftly around the looming bookshelves as he followed his nose. His ears twitched when he picked up voices…
“Hold his arms down…yeah that’s it…see what a sweet boy you are when you’re obeying?”
“Look at all that slick…his pussy’s gushing!”
“I know…he’s one wet bitch-HEY!” The sharp impact of skin on skin, “Fuckin SLUT! You kick me again, and I’ll break your fuckin leg too!”
“How is he still so feisty? Maybe we didn’t beat him up enough.” Laughter…
“Doesn’t matter. Once he’s got a dick in him he’ll purr like a kitten…wizard or not, in the end you’re just a weak little Omega…fuck you’re gonna look so good mounted on my knot. Gonna knock that fertile lil’ womb up and give you some superior Drow pups to rear.”
Astarion had fucking heard enough.
He rounded the corner, properly entering the bedroom just in time to witness a male drow, Alpha by the stink of him, forcibly holding Gale’s thighs apart…he could hear Gale’s bad knee popping from the sustained force…but worst of all…he could hear Gale’s angry little growls mixed with terrified whines…
…and Astarion saw RED.
He took aim…then let an arrow loose in the Beta holding down Gale’s arms. The Beta made a gurgling noise as the arrow lodged into his throat, choking on his blood as the Alpha whipped his head up to face his comrade.
“Lolth’s wrath?! What the f-”
He didn’t get to finish that thought as Astarion made a mad dash toward the Alpha and buried both daggers deep into his back. With a roar, the vampire ripped out the daggers and used his rage-heightened strength to fling the other Alpha off the bed. His eyes caught Gale’s for a moment…taking in those wide brown orbs still fearful…but slowly filling with relief. He lunged forward and buried his dagger in the left eye of the Beta, finishing him off and shoving his body off the bed.
The Beta’s blood splattered down onto Gale, and Astarion followed the spray…that’s when he saw the injuries.
The open wound in his bicep…the gushing gash on his hairline…a blooming bruise on his cheek and blood still pouring from a swollen and heavily bruised nose…and finally, his broken fingers.
His fangs were bared as he twisted to glare at the Alpha bleeding out on the floor. Astarion slid off the bed and stalked his way over, swiftly kicking the Drow in the face as he got close. There was a crack as the Alpha’s head shot back violently, but the vampire wasn’t finished. He straddled the other Alpha, pinning his arms down in a similar manner that Gale’s were and got in his face, lengthened fangs shining as his growls grew in intensity.
“You get your kicks by preying on vulnerable Omegas? Let’s see how you like it when you’re at the mercy of someone stronger than you!” He sank his teeth in the man’s cheek and ripped a chunk off, spitting it to the side as the man screamed beneath him. He wasted no time digging his teeth in again, this time crunching down on one of the Drow’s long ears and ripping it off. The Alpha managed to get one of his hands free and swung at Astarion, but the vampire was much faster. He caught the man’s fingers…with his teeth.
CRUNCH
A bloodcurdling scream. Astarion spat the finger out and hissed, “I should do the other hand as well. Do exactly to you as you have done to him!”
The Drow snarled despite the horror in his eyes, “Please! Release me! I didn’t know the bitch had an Alpha! He’s yours! I swear!”
“My being an Alpha has nothing to do with it.” Astarion spat a mouthful of the man’s blood in his own face before grabbing him by the throat, “That man is my friend…and you put your filthy hands on him! Did you really think you I would allow you to leave here alive…after what you did to him?!” He squeezed, claws digging into the other Alpha’s throat as he scrambled to get out of Astarion’s grasp.
But Astarion wasn’t finished with him. This man was going to violate his wizard…he was going to wallow in absolute agony for even DARING TO-
“Staaaaar…”
His elven ears twitched and he turned to peek over his shoulder at the Omega sitting up in his nest. Gale stared at him…and started making a low whining noise…signaling distress. Then, he rasped something that made Astarion’s rational side shut down completely.
“A-Aaaaalphaaaa…”
All other things that weren’t the heating Omega in the sullied nest took a back seat. Astarion’s inner Alpha demanded he go to his Omega and comfort him. He looked back to the Drow and without a second thought, carelessly snapped his neck, dropping his limp body like garbage before standing up and making his way to Gale.
The wizard watched him, chest heaving from exertion and lingering adrenaline…his nude body was covered in various fluids…but the blood was the concerning one. Astarion stopped at the edge of the bed, eyeing the border of the nest…waiting for Gale to give him permission before he entered.
Another whine, and Gale was reaching for him with both hands, broken fingers black and blue and bent at awkward angles, but reaching all the same. Astarion couldn’t resist.
Now given explicit permission, the Alpha crawled onto the bed and entered the nest swiftly, his rumbling growls shifted to a lower tone…one that was meant to be soothing…comforting. The moment he was within reach, Gale wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pressed up against his front tightly. Immediately, Astarion’s ears picked up a loud purr emanating from Gale’s chest.
The sound was enough to calm Astarion’s still-seething rage, and now that Gale was safe…he started tuning in to the intoxicating scent emanating from the wizard. Gods…it was even better from the source.
“Star…A-alphaaaaaa…w-want…Staaaar…”
“Shhh…I’m here, Gale…I’m here.” Astarion soothed, holding the frightened Omega against him and even tilting his head so Gale could scent him if he chose.
Gale absolutely took the offer and smashed his nose right up against Astarion’s scent gland, rubbing his bloody face in the crook of the vampire’s neck as his whines died down and his purrs amped up.
The sour smell of fear dissipated a little from Gale, replaced with that sweet herbal incense smell that he’d always enjoyed smelling from Gale. Only this time, the smell was so much stronger…so much better. Astarion felt something primitive inside him preen a bit as Gale continued scenting from him…but then he touched a sticky patch of blood on Gale’s form, and he remembered the state of the other man.
Gently, he gave Gale a small push, his heart panging when the Omega whimpered and tried to cling back to him, “It’s alright…you can go back later…let me clean you up first.” Gale’s face was streaked with blood…both his own and not. At first, Astarion looked around for some sort of cloth he could wipe the wizard with…but the scent of blood hit his nostrils…and before he realized it, he was lapping up the red ichor covering his wizard’s skin.
Once he began…he could not stop. He lapped up the nearly dried trails of blood covering Gale’s face, licking over his forehead, the trails covering his eye, and all over his nose and mouth. If Astarion was in his right mind, it would be rather disgusting…but his inner Alpha’s only concern was cleaning up his wounded Omega. Gale held still, closing his eyes and letting Astarion lick away all the blood. His purrs increased and he began to whine low in his throat in need.
The combination of the blood and the taste of Gale’s sweat-salted skin was intoxicating…and the combination of Gale’s pheromones permeating his skin and the air around them only drove him further into a frenzy. How long has it been since he’d smelled an Omega? How long since he’s tasted one? One of Cazador’s rules for his Alpha spawn were to never taste an Omega...Alphas and Betas were fair game for them to do whatever they wished before luring them in…but not the Omegas...every one he’d seduced had been brought back unspoiled for his master.
Astarion could still see the hurt in their eyes when he stepped away and allowed his master to descend on them.
That would not happen here…no no no…Gale was his.
Dutifully, he lapped away the red until there was nothing but sunkissed skin spattered with dark hair and cute little freckles. He lapped at the open wounds on his forehead and bicep, letting his vampiric saliva coax them to clot and close…a fairly useful ability to close up puncture wounds from his teeth. When he got to Gale’s fingers, he realized with dismay that he needed to set them, “Gale, Darling…I need to fix your fingers…it’s going to hurt like a son of a bitch, but you need to let me do it or they won’t heal correctly…and we need your magic.”
It seemed there was enough of Gale left in there to understand. He nodded and held out his hands.
Astarion tried to be quick. With a quick snap he pulled the broken digits back in place. Every sickening pop and crack ripped a yelp of pain out of the poor Omega, and Astarion felt as if he were stabbing himself in the chest with every sound. He popped the last finger in place and immediately gathered the sobbing Omega in his arms again, shushing him gently and kissing his tears from his cheeks soothingly.
Gale certainly was a trooper…despite all his wounds, he calmed very quickly and soon was tilting his neck, whining needily.
Astarion knew what he wanted…he was looking to be groomed on his scent glands. Omegas loved grooming. Being groomed…grooming others…it didn’t matter, they just absolutely went nuts for it. It would seem Gale is no different, and Astarion felt so awful for him that he actually indulged him.
With Gale still in his lap, he slowly laved his tongue over Gale’s scent glands. The scent was so strong he could taste it…it clung to his tongue and filled his mouth with the scent of Gale. That sweet spicy scent…cinnamon, cloves, nutmeg…something smoky like incense…something sweet like honey…it was intoxicating.
Astarion didn’t even realize he was moaning by the time he closed his mouth over Gale’s gland and began to suck, coaxing more of his sweet oils out to coat his mouth. Gods, he could bathe in this scent!
“Aaa…aaal….phaaa…aaa.” Gale’s voice sounded so broken…like every sound coming out of it was a struggle to make. But his scent was laden with content and desire…the sour spike of fear finally dissipated entirely. Teasingly, he scraped his fangs over the swollen gland, not enough pressure to puncture…just enough to tease. Gale’s breath hitched and a little growl bubbled up from him. The Omega squirmed in his grasp, so Astarion let go…but Gale didn’t pull away.
He pulled back slightly then gave a little demanding bark...so cute and higher pitched like a puppy, eyes fierce and demanding before he pushed away, turned over and-
…oh…
Astarion’s face heated…his pupils dilated as he witnessed Gale getting into a perfect present. His thighs were wet from the amount of slick gushing from his swollen red pussy. His little 3 inch Omega cock was hard and leaking, and his puffy clit was throbbing visibly. His mouth watered at the sight…his teeth ached…and his cock began to react…which brought very conflicted feelings out of him.
Neither of them were in their right minds here…
Gale knew it was him, certainly…but in the deep throws of his heat, there was no way to know if he actually wanted this. And Astarion knew that if it weren’t for the wizard’s pheromones…he wouldn’t be reacting like this either.
But…gods that cunt was gorgeous.
Fat and wet and decorated with neatly trimmed hair absolutely soaked in sweet scented arousal. His folds were so swollen and his clit was the perfect size to suck. And speaking of sucking…that fat little cock was absolutely adorable! It looked like a perfectly good mouthful…and Astarion suddenly found that his mouth felt so empty. He’d always enjoyed using his mouth…but hated having his face fucked. He'd always heard that Male Omegas had cute little cocks…he realized he'd very much like to such on Gale's…
Perhaps…he could help Gale out…he smelled so desperate…
Another little bark followed by a whine, and the wizard began wagging his arse at him, knees parting a bit more to try and entice him into breeding. Gale was practically begging him…
But Astarion couldn’t give him the thing he really wanted.
“I’m…sorry, Darling. I can’t…” He lamented.
Gale looked back at him, his big wet eyes growing even wetter with tears when he realized he was being rejected. A heart-breaking cry passed through his lips as he tried once more to wave his hips, spreading his scent around in a last ditch effort to entice the Alpha into fucking him.
Astarion clarified, “But I’m not a monster, my dear…you’re in pain…you ache…I can’t give you what you want…but I won’t leave you to suffer alone. You’ll just have to be satisfied with my mouth.”
Another pause, and Gale’s eyes brightened a bit, he gave a little whimper and nodded, pressing his hips back in invitation.
“You’re alright with that?” Astarion asked again, “You’re fine with just my mouth?”
Gale nodded again…eagerly, “Al…phaaaa….A-Aaast…staaaar…ioooon…m-mooouth…please…”
That was all the permission he needed, “Alright…stay still, my dear. Let your Alpha take care of you.” He scoots closer, leaning down to scent the heavenly pussy before him. And gods it just got better the closer he got. He moaned, pressing his face right into Gale’s slit, not even licking him yet…just rubbing his nose and mouth back and forth across his soaked folds.
His face was covered in honey-like slick by the time he actually opened his mouth to begin tonguing the sweltering pussy. Gale’s scent was in his nose…buried so deep inside him he wondered if it would ever come out…his inner Alpha growled that he hoped not. He wanted to smell like Gale forever.
He licked slow long stripes up Gale’s slit, collecting the slick that gushed from it and drinking it down. He would stop occasionally to dip his nose back in, taking deep whiffs of his Omega’s private place and reapplying the marking layer of slick over his face before resuming his languid tonguing.
Eventually, he grew more feral…
Astarion began growling loudly as he lapped and sucked on Gale’s puffy folds, bathing in the Omega’s essence as he whined and panted against the blankets. Gale nearly shrieked when Astarion’s lips finally closed around his clit, sucking on the huge puffy nub while his nose buried into his folds. When he’d gotten his fill of Gale’s clit, he moved down to his chubby erection.
It was easy sucking the hard little length into his mouth, and when he did, the cry he got from Gale was glorious. The little cock filled his mouth perfectly, just big enough to scrape across the back of his hard palate…but not enough to reach to the back of his throat or cut off his breathing.
It was absolutely perfect!
He sucked eagerly, shoving his face harder against the dripping cunt as he slurped and tongued all around Gale’s cock. It didn’t take long at all for the first salty spurts of ejaculate to hit his tongue…and a spray of hot fluid to cover his face as Gale squirted against it. He kept Gale inside his mouth…suckling gently while the Omega squirmed against his face from overstimulation…then he slowly pulled back, sucking hard on the spent little cock that still hadn’t gone down before letting it pop from his lips.
He sat up straight, panting hard as he stared down at the satisfied Omega before him. Gale was moaning…purring…mewling with pleasure as his thighs twitched from the small pulses left over from cumming. But his cock remained hard…his skin flushed…and his arousal was still there in the air around them.
Astarion felt the slick drying on his face, practically covering him at this point. His lips darted out, licking around his upper lip and chin to taste the wetness.
Fuck…he wasn’t finished either.
“On your back, Darling.” Astarion ordered, “You need more…let me give it to you.”
Gale whined, but he obeyed, slowly turning himself over on his back. He sighed, arching his back teasingly as he locked hazy eyes with Astarion…then spread his thighs invitingly.
Astarion couldn’t stop the pleased rumbling in his chest from being obeyed…from his Omega choosing to listen to him, “Good boy…what a good little Omega you are. You please your Alpha…”
Gale gasped, eyes bright and a dopey little smile forming on his face. He mewled happily, tilting his neck in submission as he awaited either another order…or more praise.
Astarion decided on the latter, “Look at how sweet you are…so eager to please your Alpha…so ready to let me drink your slick. You’re perfect, Darling…perfect little Omega.” Every word seemed to calm Gale further…and it was soothing something inside Astarion to see the Omega satisfied…happy…submitting willingly.
Perhaps he would kick himself when they were in their right minds…but in this moment…he felt good.
For once…he was with an Omega...no...he was with someone…and he felt good.
“I’m going to lick you again, my dear…suck on that cute little cock. Would you like that?”
Gale nodded again, lazily…that smile still on his face, “Mooouth…good…Alpha…Staaar…lick…p-pleeeeaaaase?”
“You really enjoyed my mouth on you that much?” He smirked, moving to lay down on his stomach between Gale’s legs. His red eyes leered up at the Omega still staring down at him, “You liked my tongue on your cock? In your pussy? Did you like feeling my face pressed into your fat little cunt?”
Gale squirmed, face flushed, “Y-ye…yeee-eees…in…waaaant in…in….h-hooole…” He was struggling so much to get his words out…Astarion could see the exertion. Poor thing.
“Oh love…you’re doing so well, trying to talk…don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need. Just lay back and enjoy. Alpha will take care of your needy little body.” He leaned down again and started teasing at his cock again. The hard length was standing proudly…leaking precum everywhere, and Astarion wanted so badly to take it in his mouth again…slurp on it like a delicious fruit.
But his Omega needed his tongue elsewhere.
So, like a good Alpha, he obliged.
He lifted Gale’s legs, pushing his knees back a little to expose his ripe flower, still red and swollen with need and gushing its honey…waiting for him. But this time, he needed to dig in a bit deeper. Find that pulsing entrance hidden in the folds and spear it open on his tongue. Its what Gale needed…and what Astarion shamelessly wanted.
He used his thumbs to spread Gale’s labia first, revealing the tight little hole he so desperately wanted filled. It was lovely…Astarion had seen many people nude before…he’d seen dozens of pussies, but none even came close to comparing to Gale’s. He still wasn’t sure if this was just his Alpha side talking…but Gale’s cunt was the most beautiful thing he’d laid eyes on. And he needed it so badly…
Wasting no time, he stuck his tongue out, stretching it to a point and gently prodded at the leaking opening, testing his Omega’s resistance and finding none. In fact, the little hole seemed to latch onto his tongue and pull it deeper. Who was he to deny it? He closed his eyes and slid more of his tongue inside, reaching as far back as he could and smashing his face right against Gale’s fupa.
The scent…the taste…the sensations...this entire sensory experience was almost overwhelming…intimidating…but also comforting. Gale keened and kept his legs open even wider, trying so hard to be good for his Alpha. It was endearing…adorable.
How the hell did Mystra let him go?!
Who would throw away such a perfect, obedient, tasty little Omega like this? That goddess is a fucking idiot!
Astarion lost himself in the perfect enigma that was Gale…working his tongue inside the Omega’s leaky hole as his palms gripped the backs of the wizard’s thighs, holding him in place and squeezing the delightful thick flesh. Gale was so soft everywhere…so squishy…so lovely…
This was bad…
Astarion was letting his stupid primal Alpha nature dictate his desires. He just needed to get through this last leg of Gale’s heat…then they would have a long talk about where to go from here.
“Ha..HA! Ah! St-staaa-aaa….aaar…A-a-Alphaaa!” Gale whined so beautifully, squirming and trying so hard to keep still for his Alpha, “Moooore…m-mooore! H-hooot! H-huuuu-uuurts…”
Hurts? Ah…well aside from his injuries, Astarion forgot that Gale’s body was in pain from the heat as well. Astarion had no experience with heats himself…but he knew there was a lot of cramping involved. As he continued eating Gale out, he settled one of his palms over the gentle fatty swell of his lower belly. Squishing down, he applied pressure on the poor Omega’s uterus.
Fuck…he could feel the damn thing pulsing from where he was pressing down. Gale must’ve been in so much pain. He massaged the flesh firmly, bringing another groan of relief out of the writhing Omega.
Good…it was helping…now…if he came once more, perhaps it would be enough to let him rest?
He doubled down his efforts. Moving his tongue dexterously inside Gale as his nose rubbed back and forth across the pulsing clit. He moved his free hand from Gale’s thigh to his little cock and began jerking it off, trying to tip him over the edge enough to perhaps grab a nap. Gale wailed…he writhed and he babbled incoherently. No more words…just noises, raw and animalistic like their ancestors of old.
That’s what they were right now…animals.
Just reduced to their base primal urges…the need to mark and mate…rational thought and logical reasoning kicked to the dark recesses for the inner beasts to meet and entangle.
All for the purpose of breeding…
But thankfully…Astarion had just enough sense to reel his Alpha side in just enough to keep from mounting the vulnerable Omega and giving him a nice litter of Dhampirs to carry and whelp. That was the absolute last thing any of them needed, and Astarion refused to linger on the image of a pregnant Gale swollen with his pups.
One final scream from Gale signaled that he’d finally reached his peak. His cock squirted a pathetic strand of cum while his pussy squirted its ejaculate directly in the vampire’s waiting mouth. Astarion greedily drank down everything Gale gave him, sticking around to lick him through the aftershocks and clean up his nethers.
All while forcing down the urge to pull out his cock and bathe the Omega in his seed…rub it into his skin until he smelled like him…
Pulling back, clear strands of slick connected Astarion’s face to Gale’s crotch for a moment before they broke. He sat up, looking over the Omega briefly to make sure everything was good. He was pleased to hear a satisfied purr coming from the other man and relieved when he noticed that Gale finally looked like he was tired out enough for a rest.
Thankfully, this seemed to be the end of his cycle…all that he would need now is rest and the comforting scent of his Alpha.
…wait…his Alpha?
Before Astarion could correct himself, Gale’s eyes blinked open and his hands reached out for him. The wizard made a pathetic little whine of distress before he demanded, “Star…Alpha…groom…” He tilted his head again, exposing his neck with the red and purple hickeys already covering one of his scent glands. The other one on the opposite side of his neck was still untouched.
He needed to rectify that…
And as Astarion leaned down to settle in Gale’s open arms and begin mouthing at his unblemished scent gland…that’s when he realized his error.
Oh fuck…I’m his Alpha now…