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Price had been the one to break the news to him.
The notice of his betrothal to an unknown Alpha had been addressed to his superior and it had been Price's duty to tell him.
After years of successfully avoiding any Alpha that could get the idea of courting him, the British Mating Regulation Office had gotten hold of Ghost's file.
As a fertile Omega, Simon Riley should have been assigned to any Alpha with genetics judged worthy of being passed down a decade ago, but Ghost had no designation and was too precious of an asset to the British military to be denounced as the Omega he truly was.
Simon had dreamt of falling in love with the perfect Alpha and give him at least two or three pups and grow old together. His father had had a completely different plan for his failure of a son who had humiliated him twice : for being and Omega, and for bearing the curse of having a womb.
Arthur Riley had offered his son to the highest bidder as soon as Simon had turned eighteen.
And Simon had done the only thing that could save him from a destiny of bearing children to a man who only saw him as an incubator.
He ran.
Enrolling had been both a curse and a blessing. Hiding his true designation had become easier thanks to the high-dose suppressants provided to the military, and letting everyone believe he was a Beta had been fairly easy. Despite the protection offered by his new status, Simon had spent years grieving the life he had dreamed of as a child and it had taken him just as many years to accept the fact that children were out of the question for him. Living this way gave him a sense of safety but it also meant hiding everything that made him Simon.
And so Ghost was born.
A nameless soldier who followed the rules, obeyed the orders and never asked questions. A deathly puppet nobody ever suspected of being an Omega, mistaking him for a strong beta or sometimes even an Alpha.
But Simon Riley never really died, not in Ghost's heart and definitely not in the Mating Regulation Office's records.
A short hospital stay after a mission gone awry had been enough for them to track him down and make arrangements for a mating ceremony. Ghost had tried arguing with Price, but the captain's hands were tied, in ten days' time, he would have to shed Ghost's armour and surrender everything he had built for himself to a husband he had never met and that would certainly never love him as something else than a human incubator for his genes.
Everything he had used to hide his true designation for years had been ripped from his grasp. A worker from the Mating Regulation Office had gone through his things, confiscating his suppressants and most of the scent patches he used to conceal any smell that could leak despite the strength of his treatment.
Despite all the measures taken to prevent him from running away from his duty as an Omega, escaping had proven to be easier than expected. It was staying hidden that had become quite difficult.
A warrant had been issued for him after Simon had failed to show up to his own mating ceremony and his scorned betrothed had promised a hefty reward to anyone who brought Simon back to him.
It had all happened a week ago.
Ghost had left the night before the ceremony, counting on everyone dropping their guard with less than twelve hours to go before the event that could end the life he had known for the past eighteen years.
His pack had been light to avoid arousing any suspicion, and it had also made it easier for him to be faster than his pursuers, but it meant that his meagre supplies would quickly run out after just a few days on the run.
The first problem arose after five days of trekking through the wilderness as the last scent patch he had been allowed before his escape started to peel off, leaving his mating gland bare and vulnerable. His heat suppressants had already stopped working and Ghost could only hope that his heat would hold out long enough for him to find somewhere safe to ride it out alone.
Heading North had been his first idea, the rough terrain of the Scottish Highlands were the perfect place to disappear. He did not know how long it would take for people to forget about him, if they forgot about him at all.
Surviving as a rogue Omega was his only option.
Following the map he had stolen on the second day of his escape, Simon had made his way to Scotland, but the first symptoms of pre-heat had forced him to stop halfway through his journey to the Highlands. He had managed to hold it off long enough to reach the Galloway forest, but he already knew it would be impossible for him to carry on like this.
Simon had come upon a rivulet after spending several hours getting lost in the forest. It was just deep enough for him to bathe in but he could already feel himself burning up because of his heat. He had no other choice but to stay close enough to the water in the hope that the heat crazed Omega he was slowly becoming would remember to keep his body hydrated the entire time.
Desperate for the feeling of fresh water on his clammy skin, he put down his pack before getting rid of the soft balaclava that he knew carried the smell of an Omega in heat, like a ripe fruit ready to be picked. He threw the offending piece of cloth away from him before doing the same with the rest of his clothes.
The cold water gave him goosebumps, but he still savoured the brief moment of respite offered by the coolness on his skin before his heat got the upper hand over him.
After looking around to make sure nobody would walk in on him, Simon let his hand wander downwards, incapable of ignoring the ache between his legs any longer.
The moan he let out the moment his fingers grazed his cock echoed throughout the forest, forcing him to bite his lips to keep quiet as his hand sneaked further South, where his folds parted to reveal his throbbing entrance.
Simon had never let anyone get close enough to know he was an Omega, let alone show them the most vulnerable part of himself. Omegas with both genitalia existed but were considered extremely rare, the fact that they had a higher chance of conceiving a child had made them very sought after by rich Alphas who wanted some kind of guarantee that their mate could bare their offspring.
Resting the back of his head against the riverbank, Simon eased two of his fingers inside his cunt. The feeling was both too much and not enough. Too much after ignoring his primal needs for so long. Not enough because of the burning heat craving the knot of an Alpha, someone who would pump him full and make sure it takes.
Simon had abandoned the idea of having children the moment he had decided to hide his designation. But the rare heats he let himself go through always brought back the image of a perfect little pup nuzzling against his swollen breast, and for the first time in eighteen years he let himself think about what it would be like to revisit his dream of having his own pups with an Alpha he would choose for himself.
He buried his fingers deeper, trying to imitate the fullness that could only come from a knot inside his pussy.
The man observing him from the other side of the small clearing did not even bother him, completely lost to the throes of his heat as he was. The feeling of something slippery wrapping around his thighs was the only reason he opened his eyes, only to be faced with the person that had been too busy looking at him as he touched himself to make his presence known.
Simon did not protest when his legs were forced to open wider as the stranger kept looking, a pleased little smile stretching his lips. He was incapable of saying who or what exactly was standing before him. It looked like a man except for the way his legs fused together to become some kind of trunk where his knees should be. He did not complain when what he finally understood to be roots wrapped around his midsection and slowly brought him out of the water and closer to the legendary being controlling them.
Being closer gave Simon the opportunity to examine the creature in front of him. Tiny pink flowers bloomed in his long brown hair and his arms looked like the branches of a century-old tree. In one of his hand, the stranger held the balaclava Simon had discarded earlier and without taking his eyes off him, the creature brought the soft fabric to his nose, smelling the scent of an Omega in heat as if it were the sweetest of nectars. His skin was ghastly pale with some kind of greenish tint. In his delirium, Simon thought it looked quite like the green of new leaves covering the highest branches of a tree in spring.
"What is a sweet little Omega doing in my forest? Don't you know it is dangerous to tread a dryad's territory?"
A new root came up from the ground, it was thinner and smoother than the ones wrapped around Simon's thighs and abdomen, and made him whine when it forced his fingers out of his dripping pussy.
"And who would have thought I would be so lucky and find such a rare and beautiful little Omega in my forest?" The creature's voice vibrated around Simon like a purr made of the softest velvet. "Trespassing on a dryad's territory is even more dangerous for little Omegas in heat, just like yourself," it went on. "Do you know what happens to Omegas who are in heat when they walk grounds that were blessed by a dryad?"
Simon barely managed to shake his head, too focused on the thin root wrapping itself around his erect cock, the feeling made stars burst behind his eyelids and he tried to spread his thighs a little wider, hoping it would entice the dryad to give some attention to his now empty cunt.
"Omegas turn into the perfect vessels for a dryad's brood when in heat, especially Omegas with a needy little pussy between their legs."
Simon opened his eyes when a pair of large hands came to rest on his hips, framing his lower stomach, he did not remember closing his eyes at any point during their conversation but the man was there, standing between his spread legs and Simon was now able to see the pure lust in the dryad's deep blue eyes.
"An Omega's womb is the perfect place for us to plant our seed, and it is easier to access it when you're in heat." The dryad moved one of his hand to his stomach, where it could one day swell to make a home for a pup. "I could give you my seed right now, make you carry my first Bloom and keep you for myself for eternity…" The words echoed like a promise and sent shivers through Simon's entire body.
His heat-addled mind could only focus on the fact that the dryad was offering to give him the pups he had wanted for so long, and he couldn't care less about what this stranger was calling it for his body wanted nothing but to carry the monster's brood.
"Please, please, give me your seed…" he could barely recognize his own voice from how wantonly it sounded, but the idea of getting bred by the dryad was the only thing occupying his head.
A hand came up to gently cup his cheek and Simon could not help but lean his head against it, after years without any sort of gentleness, it was impossible for him to refuse the kindness offered by the marvellous creature. Soft hands and roots traced Simon's body, followed by an appreciative gaze along the thick, muscular frame of the dryad's new bearer.
"You can call me John. It is the name I was given by my own bearer when I was born."
New vines, just as thin as the root lazily pumping Simon's cock, started rubbing against his entrance, coating themselves in the sweet juices of his pussy. Simon grabbed onto the dryad's arm when one of the long appendages breached his hole and started writhing inside him, drawing soft gasps from his lips every time it brushed against the deepest part of his cunt.
His cock was already dripping with precum, and the root around his cock gathered the translucent liquid to spread it along its length, making the slide deliciously smooth.
Unfortunately, the ministrations of each root squeezing and caressing his body inside and out were not enough to satisfy the deep ache in Simon's gut. He needed something more, something from which he could milk every last drop of cum until there was absolutely no doubt that he would get pregnant.
"Please John," said Simon, panting. "Please give me your cock, give me your seed, I need it."
John's grin revealed sharp teeth, reminding Soap of the spines in the mouth of an open Venus flytrap. He wondered what it would feel like to be bitten by the dryad, would it have the same effect as the bite from an Alpha, could John become his mate?
"I don't think you're ready for it yet, I need you to be more relaxed before I can give it to you…"
The answer made Simon whine, the frustration burning like fire in his gut. The roots holding him up brought him even closer to John, to the point where he could smell the sweet scent of the flowers in his hair. To appease the Omega's cries, the dryad captured Simon's lips with his own, eliciting a pleased little moan from his bearer.
Simon started licking John's teeth like he would an Alpha's fangs, enjoying the sweetness of Soap's saliva on his tongue. Encouraged by the Omega's eagerness, the dryad gently coaxed more of his sap-like saliva down Simon's throat, and smiled when he became even more pliant beneath his hands.
They kept kissing for a few more minutes and Simon swallowed every drop of John's saliva, loving the way it made him relax in the creature's gentle hold. He did not complain when he felt another one of John's root teasing his ass before thrusting into him. It was as if the sweet sap John had made him swallow had the same effect as an aphrodisiac, for his ass offered to resistance to the intrusion of a root as thick as two of his own fingers.
John licked the new moans and cries from Simon's lips, letting the Omega roll his hips in rhythm with the root thrusting in and out of his hole.
The new sensation brought about by the delicious slide against this very sensitive part of his anatomy had made Simon forget about the prodding against his cervix. He let out a high keen when the slender vine pushed its way into his womb. When he looked up at John he saw that the monster's cheeks had taken on a deeper hue. It was then that he realized the roots and vines surrounding him were not merely controlled by the dryad, but an extension of his sylvan attributes. After a few seconds, Simon felt a second vine penetrate his cunt before joining its twin beyond his cervix.
When the thin tentacles started thrusting inside his womb and working his cervix open, Simon completely lost it. The combined feeling of both his holes being played with by John was overwhelming. His first orgasm crashed through his body like a rogue wave and Simon started shaking from the force of it, spurting translucent cum that ended up coating his lower abdomen.
John's heavy breathing brought him back to him own body, the dryad was visibly just as affected by Simon's orgasm and the way his cunt was desperately trying to to get more of the thin tentacles inside.
He felt John's arms cradling him against his torso, and he instinctively buried his nose against the dryad's throat. His skin smelled like ripe fruit and honey, and Simon wanted to coat his own with the same scent.
The pleasure-pain of his cervix being stretched by John's vines pushed him over the edge a second time, but his first orgasm had already used up the very small amount of cum his body was able to produce. Despite having two orgasms one after the other, the ache for a knot was still unsatisfied.
"Please Alpha, I'm ready… Please give me your knot," he whispered against the dryad's ear, and from the deep growl coming from John's throat, Simon was very close to getting exactly what he needed.
The feeling of the two tendrils leaving his leaking pussy empty made him feel unbearably open and he knew that he would never be able to mate with anyone else. Simon bit his lips raw when he felt the thin vines join the thicker root that had not stopped plowing his ass.
A soft hand on his chin forced him to look up at John who gently pried his lips open to kiss him again, swallowing his moans when something hard and slick filled his cunt until its tip was kissing his stretched out cervix. The base of John's cock was thicker than any of the knots he had taken throughout the years to get through his heat, and the feeling of the monster's hips flush against his own skin triggered his third orgasm, sleek gushing out around the dryad's cock.
"Fuck…" John's growl sent shivers down his spine. "You're so fucking tight, the best Omega just for me…"
Simon whimpered at the praise, the aftershock of his orgasm making it impossible for him to be coherent enough to assemble words together, he could only clench down on John's dick which made his breath hitch.
"I won't be able to give you what you want if you keep squeezing me like this," he whispered against Simon's lips before licking into his mouth.
They stayed like this for a few minutes with John's cock so deep inside him he could almost feel it in his throat, the two tendrils in his ass were slowly making room for the thicker root to go deeper, bulging his stomach at the same time.
Once Simon was sufficiently relaxed, John slowly began to move with shallow thrusts inside his cunt, only adding more force when his bearer started begging for more. With every thrust, his tapered tip sank a little deeper, until it finally managed to pop inside Simon's womb.
"That's it, you're doing so good for me, love," said John while peppering Simon's face with kisses. "You're going to be the perfect bearer for me…"
The Omega nodded, holding onto the dryad life his life depended on it.
"Give it to me, please Alpha…"
Their combined moans echoed in the forest when the base of John's cock began swelling. A deep rumble started in Simon's chest at the feeling, his entire body going limp in his lover's hold. The bulge slowly travelled down John's cock and into Simon's pulsating pussy, meeting very small resistance as his cervix until it finally popped inside his womb.
"Fuck, I can feel it… I can feel it inside…"
John's seed felt more like an egg the size of a small fist, and Simon could barely wrap his head around the fact he had managed to take it so easily inside in womb.
With a growl that sounded like an earthquake in his chest, John surged forward and bit down on Simon's mating gland, the spines of his teeth burying themselves deep like they would in a prey.
With John's seed in his womb and his bite on his neck, Simon decided that he would never need to go back to society. He could stay here, in this forest, with his mate, his Alpha.
Without letting go of Simon's neck, the dryad set a possessive hand over his bearer's stomach, right where he could feel the bulge of his egg in his womb. Simon's purr vibrated in the air between them, a song capable to appease the most troubled souls.
"I wish I could hide you under my ribs… You're mine now, your bear my Bloom." John murmured against Simon's throat before licking the fresh bite.
The taste of his mate on his tongue made him shiver, and the feeling of his forked tongue on his skin.
Careful not to hurt the Omega in his arms, John slowly pulled out, whispering sweet nothings in his ear as he brought Simon back to the riverbank. He lowered him in the fresh water and used his hands and vines to clean the sore body of his lover.
Simon let himself be bathed in the small river, still so pliant from the sap he drank like ambrosia, purring so loudly for his Alpha. His thighs and flanks were bruised purple from the strength of the roots that had been holding him in the air, his throat was still bloody and his stomach had a roundness to it that would make any Alpha absolutely feral.
The softness of John's care was the complete opposite of the way he had just fucked Simon before implanting his Bloom in his womb, but the Omega loved both sides of his new monstrous mate and if giving birth to another dryad guaranteed him to experience both rough and delicate love, Simon would repopulate the entire forest.