#alpha norton x omega reader

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My category for live streaming is Identity V Norton Campbell (A) x reader (O) searching for A/B/O with the add ons knotting and honeymoon.

Not sure if I did this right,,, sorry if it's not TT

• LIVESTREAM NAME : An Alpha’s pruriency !

LIVESTREAM DESCRIPTION : After releasing your promised companion from his prison in the volcano, he can’t help but finally make you his!

★ STARRING : Alpha! Norton Campbell, Omega! Reader

‼️ CONTENT WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ OOC Norton Campbell, A/B/O dynamics, knotting, Biting marks, mentions of sacrifices and slight merging, Second POV, Heat, semi-canonical essence lore‼️

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Your eyes watched him while the heat of the magma heated your face—it was home, you were finally home. He was freed from the chains of the hardened magma while your eyes watered, staring upon such glorious sin and the melding flesh from the Orphan of Goetia mixing with the unforgiving beauty of the beloved infernal sin.

The smile stretched upon your lips replacing the facade of shock and terror, you blocked out the gurgling and smell of melting skin from the people that had come along with you to this volcano to release your beloved.

The back of your hand rested on your forehead and feeling the beads of sweat trickle down—he is the fated companion that you only heard stories from your parents, this was perfect and he had chosen you. His hand was rough, pulling you to the edge and the lava surrounded you by your waist; it didn’t burn, it melted away the clothes that were on your skin and replaced them with soft fabrics created from the shades of the magma. You were engulfed by the lava—his embrace that was lovingly hot and made you crave more of it.

His hands wiped away the lava from your face and helped you up, your eyes took in the setting—a palace created from molten lava and obsidian and the mouths of obscure faces pouring out the sea of lava.

You walk with him across the obsidian bridge but your hand squeezes tightly against his loose and soft grip. His amber eyes stared at you from the metal bird-like mask that had melted onto his skin.

“Already quivering, promised companion?” His voice asked. “I have not even brought you to the marital bed.”

Companion. The very word makes your knees ache and desperately wants to buckle onto the obsidian bridge—his bony tail wrapped around your waist to seemingly help you stand. Your hand held his—feeling the ridges and the slight grazes on your inner palm.

The disgruntled gasps left your lips while writhing in the grand bed, it felt as if someone had punched you in your mouth while the ingrown of your fangs; pressing the rag close to your lips wiping away the incoming blood that always came. You moved around to try and find a comfortable spot in the shared bed but never found the spot; an itch that couldn’t be scratched as it was underneath the skin, muscles and nerves. Overwhelming scent of him. Everything smelled like him, where was he? Doesn’t he know that he needs to be near when you’re in such pain? You want—You needed him.

Inside of the palace was so very warm—was it warm or was it the boiling heat between your legs? Your skin was already flushed against the wall, legs ached with each step towards the study room as you had forgotten how troubling walking can be with your legs during your heat and your forearm acted as a beam of support despite it faltering in certain steps.

You could smell him, he was nearby.

You finally found him, finally—he could quell the pain that started at your mouth and traveled to your legs. His claws grazed at the swollen scent glands on the back of your aching nape, your eyes watered at the feeling while your legs lost feeling with each little rub of his thumb.

“I need to care for you,” he said.

His hands soothed your swollen scent glands, it felt comforting almost but this wasn’t a desire that could be quenched by simple gestures of affection. You needed more—something more intimate. His fangs hovered your exposed glands that he once soothed with his claws.

Labored breathing escaped your lips while his hands tugged off the clothes from your skin and the smile appeared on his lips. The kisses remained scattered on your neck while your watery eyes stared at the mirror— seeing him going in and out; a repeated cycle of bliss.

“Look at you,” he coos. “You want more, don’t you?”

It was as if he fit so nicely within your mush and hearing the broken gasps and moans that escaped your lips as he continued to faster—faster; your thoughts became mush. Never ending—can’t he stay inside for a bit longer?

“Taking me so good,” he said, sounding a bit winded. “You’re so good for me. You want me to fill you up, don’t you?”

Only an exasperated whine left your messy lips that had remains of his charcoal kisses and saliva dribbling down your lips onto your chest. The tears that dribbled down your eyes while he wiped them away. The distant noise of his hips smacking yours as if he had started his rut and desperately wanted to meld within the very being of yourself—repeatedly hitting the pleasurable spots.

His lips kissed your necks repeatedly while his spare hand massaged the unmarked swollen scent glands on your neck, his bony tail pulled you closer and made him thrust deeper. A guttural moan escaped your lips feeling the knot inflated and surrounded by your slick.

“So good.” He smiled, his lips grazed the back of your nape. “For me.”

You faintly heard the hissing of his breath across your glands, your eyes watered once more— feeling his teeth sink into the glands as if they always meant to be in there.