#to the cycle and locking yourself in a cage make you safe? are you impossible to love?)

[featherymainffins]

The new chapters were engineered specifically to hurt me

[mypoisonedvine]

claimed || alpha!Andy Barber x reader

summary: an interrogation with an alpha is no place to have an unexpected heat.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: smut (dub con; the reader goes into heat and can’t think clearly enough to say no), a/b/o dynamics, loss of virginity, mentions of misogyny/discrimination against omegas, vague noncon and violence references, kinda housewife kink, possessiveness, breeding kink, praise, overstimulation, knotting, slight bondage (reader is handcuffed), slight pain kink, implied/subtle age gap, pregnancy mention at the end, kinda soft!dark andy but he's really not that dark

"This would be a lot easier for both of us if you started telling the truth."

You chewed your lip, looking away from the man across from you; it was impossible to keep eye contact when his gaze bore into you like that, when he gave you that stern, dominating look.

Andy Barber was so obviously an alpha, he was one of those types that just reeked of it. Figuratively— with the way he towered over you, his masculine body and strong features— but also literally considering his scent was filling the room now: pine, cinnamon, sage, and something a little bit sweet that made your mouth water.

It made sense for an alpha like him to have a high-powered, high-pressure career like this; he probably got a real kick out of squeezing information out of scared betas who couldn’t stand up to him.

And that was the role you were going to play now, because he was wrong: it would not be easier if you told the truth. If he knew what you really were, you’d be doomed.

You’d been hiding successfully as a beta for a long time by now, and you weren’t about to give it up now, even if it would likely have the charges against you dismissed. Omegas lived sheltered, oppressed lives; sought constantly by alphas, they had their pick of the finest since omegas were so rare, but until mated they were extremely vulnerable— and afterwards they were usually made to be subservient housewives, constantly bearing children as a consequence of their extreme fertility.

Maybe some omegas were okay with that, plenty probably loved that lifestyle since it was sort of the instinctual habit of an omega by nature, but not you. Never you. You wanted a life, a real life, your own life as more than an alpha’s mate. Thankfully you’d found the right mix of suppressants and perfumes to hide your scent, the right work schedule so you could always be home for your rare heats, and voila: to the rest of the world, you were a beta.

Being a beta meant being unnoticed, unacknowledged, never pursued and never courted. And that was exactly how you wanted it.

If Andy Barber knew that the man you’d stabbed was an alpha trying to force himself on you, there was a chance he would understand that it was self-defense and let you go. Then again, a lot of alphas seemed to think that being forced to mate was just par for the course for an omega; surely Andy wouldn’t be one of those types, as a man of the law, right?

“I can’t,” you finally answered.

“Whatever it is, you can tell me,” he assured, some of his anger shifting to a soothing tone. It really did calm you down; he must have been using his ‘alpha voice’ on you, and the fact that it worked should’ve been a red flag but you didn’t notice. “Let’s start from the beginning. You said you were at home but no one has confirmed your alibi. You said you didn’t know the victim but you obviously reacted when I showed you his picture. And, you said you weren’t there at the time of the murder but we found your DNA on the body.”

A little smile pulled at the corner of your lips, exactly not the reaction Andy had been expecting. “You’re lying,” you whispered.

He tensed up as you called his bluff. The DNA found at the scene was in the process of being analysed, sure, but it would be weeks until the results came back. “How can you be so sure?” he pressed.

“Because I.  Wasn’t. There,” you hissed, glaring back at him; he shook his head solemnly..

“No, that’s not it. I can tell when you’re lying, too, you know,” he warned.  “Tell me how you know I don’t have your DNA at the scene?”

“Because… because…” you breathed, blinking a few times as the room started to get warmer. Your head was spinning, your thighs clenched together— and when Andy reached out to rest his hand on yours and ask if you were alright, his touch sent it all into overdrive.

No, no, it wasn't your time yet. It shouldn't have come for a few more days, and you’d arranged to be bailed out tomorrow so you’d go into your cycle safely at home and not in jail. But now it was beginning and you had no way to stop it. Had the smell of an alpha really been enough to start your heat early?

Andy watched you start to pant and sweat with a furrowed brow, unsure what he was witnessing because he’d never had the opportunity to see it before. His ex-wife had been a beta, he'd never even met an omega before— they were quite rare after all.

But what he lacked in experience, he made up for in instinct; his body told him everything he needed to know about what he was seeing. “Omega,” he growled lowly, watching your whole body erupt into shivers at the timbre of his voice.

As far as alphas go, Andy was relatively level-headed, not as preoccupied with instinctual desires to dominate, to claim, to impregnate. A lot of alphas viewed mating with a beta as settling, although it was the much more likely outcome, statistically speaking. Andy, though, never really saw it that way, even knowing how much harder it would be to have a child with a beta. Their fertility was significantly weaker, both the males and the females, and Jacob was the product of years of trying; in all their marriage him and Laurie had never used any contraceptives and she only got pregnant the once.

But an omega? Especially a young one like you? He could knock you up right now, if he wanted. That power was intoxicating. It was exactly what he never knew he needed so badly.

“I don’t need the results of your DNA to know what you are,” he explained firmly. “I can’t believe I didn’t know before— you must have tried really hard to keep it a secret, little one. You must be so afraid of who you are… and who I am, for that matter.  It must scare you to imagine what I could do to you.”

You whimpered, the noise tugging his heart in conflicting directions; to comfort you, or to make you do it again.

“I’m not going to hurt you, if that’s what you think,” he assured. “Not if I can help it…”

Honestly, he wasn’t so sure he would be able to help it; he felt his own sanity slipping as he watched you writhe and cry, instinct overtaking logic in the both of you.

"Alpha, please," you shuddered, the title making his cock harden instantly, uncomfortably filling the trousers of his suit.

"You smell so good," he purred, taking his jacket off as he stood up to cool off a bit. "I can smell your heat, Omega. I bet everyone in the building can—” he glanced to the locked door— “but I'm the only one here."

"Need you," you whined, tugging on the handcuffs that kept you bound to the table.

"Stand up, bend over," he commanded, and he'd barely finished speaking when you'd already done it, bent at the hips with your forearms resting on the table as you waited for him. "Good girl."

He rolled up his sleeves and took his place behind you, caging his body in with yours, nuzzling into your neck to get a deep breath of your scent.

"Fuck, so sweet," he groaned. "Waited so long for this. To feel an Omega on my cock. Never thought it would really happen. Has an Alpha ever taken you before?"

"No, I never… no."

"Not just unclaimed but a virgin. Christ, am I dreaming?"

But he was too far gone to take any more time to appreciate his luck— he needed you now, and he was taking you all for himself.

If he wasn't so overcome with need he wouldn't have thought to tear your clothes off, but now he didn't even think to question the idea, shedding you of your clothes like they were made of paper until you were completely exposed to him, your wet core vulnerable while another wave of your sweet scent filled the room.

"Look at all this," he grinned, kneeling down to lap at your folds and taste your slick. Your eyes rolled back in your head, your channel craving to be filled. "All for me, Omega?"

"Yours, it's all yours…"

"Doesn't it feel good to be claimed, little one? To be owned?"

"S-so good," you agreed. "Want your knot, Alpha. Want your mark."

A growl echoed in his chest when you said that, and he craved nothing more than to bite your neck and bond you to him for life.

But, it would be better if he saved that for a little later.

He stood up again and gave your ass a quick slap— nothing too rough, just enough to make you yelp all cute and whiny— before grabbing your hips to pull them back into his. You gasped and pushed back onto him, shamelessly rubbing yourself against the thick outline of his cock.

"Gonna make a mess on me with all that slick, Omega," he growled, but it was by no means discouragement.

"Want it in me, please," you sobbed. Unable to resist your begging anymore, he hastily opened his belt and fly, sighing with relief when he wrapped his hand around his cock and pulled it out. Your whole body visibly quaked when he swiped the swollen head through your folds, coating himself in your plentiful arousal.

Without any further warning, he pushed his cock in with a loud moan, a cry tearing from your throat as he tore into your body. "Shh," he soothed as his fingers rubbed your spine, "that's my girl, that's my pretty Omega."

But pain wasn't really your issue; it hurt, yes, but what made you cry was that you were already on the edge, about to come from hardly anything. When he thrusted once, you lost it and your legs quivered as a new wave of slick started to dribble down them.

"Are you coming?" he asked darkly.

You could only nod, biting your lip to try to keep from moaning too loudly.

"Oh my god…" he groaned, amazed at how sensitive you were. Clearly he wasn't the only one realizing how powerful and incredible it could be when an alpha and omega mated.

He started to really pound into you then, each brutal thrust knocking you forward.

"Feels good when you come for me, Omega. Do it again."

You couldn't help yourself; his voice had complete control over your body, his words a command you were helpless to resist. With a broken whimper you came again, walls squeezing his cock in a weak and stuttered rhythm.

"It's better than they say it is. Even better than I imagined. So fucking good," he sighed. It felt so right, that was the thing. It felt like your body was made to be claimed and owned by him.

"Want your knot," you whined, "please, Alpha—"

"If I give you my knot, you're mine. My Omega. You will never allow another Alpha to touch you. You will not speak to another Alpha, look at another Alpha, even Betas are off-limits. When I bite you, you'll be bonded to me and become my wife, you'll never disobey me or leave me. When I knot you, you'll give me a child. Is all of that perfectly clear?"

It was everything you'd wanted to avoid just an hour ago. Now it was your greatest dream come true. "Yes, Alpha. Yours, Alpha."

"Want to be bred, Omega? Bred by your Alpha?"

"Please!" you sobbed.

"Then keep coming and I'll let you have it soon," he promised. "I'll give you all my come like you need so badly."

You whimpered as your walls seemed to try to suck him in deeper, gripping him so tight that it made his head spin. Orgasm after orgasm washed over you, too many and too numb to count, each part of you slowly stripped away and replaced with pure, all-consuming pleasure.

The base of his cock began to swell and you mewled proudly— that is, until, it just kept growing and you couldn't imagine taking anymore.

"P-pull it out," you begged instead.

"I told you that you would take my knot, was I not clear?"

But you hadn't realized how big it would get, how far it would stretch you— and it was still going. "It hurts, Alpha, please!"

"You'll get used to it, gonna keep it in you all night and give it to you every day so you'll have plenty of practice. Take my fucking knot while I come inside you and breed your cunt."

When his knot finally grew to its full potential, streams of hot come began to fill you, deeper than you had ever imagined possible. It was overwhelming, apparently unending, and one final orgasm rocked your body as you milked his cock for all it was worth.

He wrapped his arms around your body, holding you close and soothing you as you shivered and cried, his kisses trailing up your shoulder to your neck where, finally, he sunk his teeth into your skin and left his mark on you.

Your walls quivered around him at the feeling of being claimed, mated for life. In that moment you didn't notice or care that it was to a man you barely knew; he was your Alpha now, that was all that mattered.

He kissed and licked over the sensitive bitemark, whispering praises your ringing ears couldn't quite process yet.

At least you were getting bailed out a day early.

//

Andy kept his promise about exactly how owned you would be. For the first few months you didn't even leave the house, he was too busy filling you with his cock every day. Although he was happy to claim you anywhere he happened to find you— the shower where he hopped in randomly, the kitchen where he bent you over the counter, the living room where he pinned you onto the couch— his favorite place was the bed. It was rougher and more animalistic in the other places, but in bed he was possessive in an entirely different way.

"My wife, my sweet little wife," he whispered in your ear as he slowly thrust all the way into you, making your back arch until your chest pushed against his. "My Omega. All mine."

"Yours," you agreed.

The protectiveness increased tenfold when your scent changed during pregnancy, even more when you started showing; he was obsessed with the way you looked full of his baby.

As for you, omega life was better than you'd expected. At times you felt smothered by him, but simultaneously you felt worshipped and loved like you never thought you could deserve. He certainly spoiled you, though he expected your unwavering loyalty in return.

That part was easy, though. Love, not fear, kept you in check when other alphas had a wandering eye. They knew you were mated, the bitemark scar (which Andy never, ever let you cover) and ring (which Andy never, ever let you take off) were sign enough along with the change in your scent to them. Occasionally one would shoot his shot and get unilaterally rejected by you before getting his ass kicked by your husband. If only they knew what you'd done to the last alpha that tried to creep on you; how you met Andy in the first place.

In the end, maybe it wasn't so bad to fall into your instincts, your natural role in society. Andy sure made it pretty enjoyable with the way he brought you to the height of pleasure over and over every night. "Mine," he promised you in deep whispers, "from the moment I saw you."

[jessiebanethedragon]

White Sands Warm the Cold Sea (pt5)

Summary: the reader, betrothed to a disgusting Coruscanti Lord flees her home world and lands herself in a plethora of trouble, a ship of clones, and one pirate captain whose cold exterior needs much more than the tropical seaside sun.

Chapter one

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter four

Warnings: Swearing, takes place in time periods where women have dowery's and suchlike. The readers dad and betrothed are asses.

“Please I am begging you, not Coruscant. Take me anywhere else, do whatever you like, just don’t send me back to him.” You ramble as you're pushed down the stairs from before and forced into a small cell.

“Sergeant's orders,” The clone shrugs. And tears fall freely, whatever awaited you as Nythons wife has now become impossibly worse as a result of your running. You try to stifle them when you see Tech again, and your hands grasp the cold bars.

“Tech!” you screech like a madwoman, “you said you would help me, you said you knew him!” You see him guilty look away, and pull a crate of medical supplies into his arms.

“Wrecker I need you on the deck, Crosshair needs a stim and you know how he gets…” He says to the larger clone, who must go by Wrecker, making the one called Crosshair presumably the one injured in your saving. Wrecker nods and follows him towards the stairs.

“P-please,” You try once more, standing in a cell, with a ruined dress, gunpowder in your hair, battered muscles and tears leaving the only trails of clean skin on your face.

Neither of them even turn to look back at you.

For whatever kind of terrible wife you may have made, you’re a decidedly worse stowaway. You groan at it all, not even having made it a full cycle hidden on the ship before being caught. And the pain from having smashed into the hull of the vessel itself hurts so much, like all of your muscles are stuck in a permanent cramp. You flop onto the wooden floor of the cage the clones have thrown you in, but refuse to cry again.

Above you, an intense argument starts.

“Wield that thing at me again Tech and you’ll lose your hand.” Someone snaps

“It is a stim Crosshair not a kriffing viroblade!” Tech’s voice is easily discernible for that of a clone. You realise it’s softer, and has less of the gritty depth and rather more of a thoughtful comforting sound. So even when he’s frustrated he still sounds kind.

“Wrecker you’re fucking terrible at stealth.” Crosshair, you presume, states.

“Just take the needle vod you need it!” a deeper set voice chimes in.

“Give it to the girl, she hit the hull hardest, not to mention the iron hold Hunt’er must have had on her.” You hear him sigh after that.

“Cross don’t start something…” Tech warns,

“It’s Volim -kriffing- Nython.” He seethes. “Maker forgive us if we give her back to him.”

“I was not aware you had suddenly become so religious…”

Tech.” Crosshair cuts in, “He used to collect Lekku for fun-”

“I know.”

“And Zabarak horns.”

“I know.”

“How many of our brothers did he kill?” “Crosshair I Know!” You hear Tech shout before everyone falls quiet. You hear mumbling next but can't make out what's being said. “Take the stim or don’t, see if I care.” You hear him slam something down before you hear and see footsteps approaching.

Tech makes his way back down into the brig, walking past your cell to put the medpack back on the furthest wall. And you let him walk by you again before saying something.

“Tech?” You croak out, thinking he will keep walking up the few steps back onto the bridge, except he stops, does not turn to you, but stops nevertheless. “I do not know much about Clones…” You admit gulping. “But at least I thought mandalorians had more honor.”

“And do we look like mandalorians to you?” He counters, not with malice but almost as a genuine question.

“Your armor did.” You say and you watch as he turns. Blocking the light that's coming in from the door, his auburn hair and curious eyes that he knows usually get the better of him. And underneath the baggy pants that are tucked into his boots, you see a flash of the under most shirt, a faded symbol on his chest beneath the white layers of loose fitting cloth.

“How do you know what clone armour looked like, and yet not know anything about clones?” He enquires earnestly.

You take a deep breath thinking about how to phrase your answer, and considering you’re on borrowed time you think it's best to keep it short.

“Lekku and Horns weren't the only things he collected.”

His face plummets before he bolts out of the brig.

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The Captain of the havoc Marauder has just about finished his first flask of whiskey when one of his soldiers comes bursting through the doors to his private rooms.

“Have you ever heard of knocking Tech?” Hunter Inquires, his heavy coat draped over his sleeping area and his hat thrown somewhere amongst his pile of clothes. Leaving him in rolled up sleeves, his red bandana and threadbare pants that desperately needed replacing. From here tech can see his traitor branding on the inner arm and the pirate sigil necklace that he’d nicked from Hondo some years back.

“Captain - Sarge…” Tech says quickly knowing his brothers are probably nosing their ways over here sooner rather than later. “I want to propose an alternate route.”

“To Coruscant?” Hunter asks with a raised eyebrow.

“The Alderaanian trading post.” He states firmly. “We’d be there in a matter of rotations, the wind and the currents are in perfect conditions. She’d be out of our hair in days…”

“I’m not harbouring a fugitive, soldier.” Hunter cuts him off glaring.

“She is not a fugitive.” Tech argues, turning around as Crosshair and Wrecker join him in the captain's quarters before turning back to his captain. “That woman has done nothing wrong.”

“He’s right.” Crosshair says agreeing with someone for once. “The Corellian Run is a straight shot to Alderaan.”

“This is not up for debate soldiers.” He grits out.

“We are not giving her to that monster sarge. We’re just not.” Everyone turns to Wrecker in shock, despite his appearance and love for all things gunpowder, Wrecker is always the one to follow orders, to do what needs to be done - never challenge the hierarchy of power.

“Is this a mutiny?” Hunter threatens,

“This is us not throwing an innocent woman into the hands of Volim Nython!” Tech exclaims and even before Hunter can respond the room erupts.

Well, Clone Force 99 was never really known for its teamwork skills anyways.

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You cast your eyes towards the boards that make up the ceiling of the brig when the yelling starts. For all the subtle differences between each Clone it becomes impossible to pick out who is yelling at whom and what they are arguing about.

Well, given your current predicament maybe it was not too hard to pick out what the crew is shouting about.

With a soft sigh you lay flat on the floor of the ship and close your eyes, rocking with the creaking of the hull and your ruined dress splayed out creating a wonderful contrast to the dark wood floor. Perhaps the sea was not as terrifying as you thought. Your fingers explored the wooden floor, gently as to not catch any splinters. Cracked nails brush over hardened wood and cascade over a cold nail. And you stay suspended in what could be your last moments of peace.

After a few moments of trying to block out the shouting your brain catches up to itself. And you roll to one side, fingers moving quicker now as they try to find that same spot. Where everything else is flush, flat barely a difference between warm wood and the cool metal circles of nails firmly embedded one stands taller than the rest.

You stop your frantic hands before they make contact with the rusty nail, it’ll be tricky to work out of the dry wood, and your likely to cut yourself or start an infection through a split fingernail. So you pivot on your bottom, put your hands behind your back for stability and give the nail a calculated kick.

Your foot does little more than bend the thing, and push your skirts up in an unladylike manner, but with this new angle you can safely work the chunk of metal out of the floorboard. And later rather than sooner you are now sitting on the floor, one rusty nail richer.

The obvious call to action is to pick the lock and you doubt your abilities before quickly realising there’s no better plan in sight. And so you push yourself against the steel bars and crock your arm at the worst angle to start working on the lock. Every large wave threatens to snap your shoulder from its socket. Your knees are bruised, your arm hurts so much, and with every fall you were reminded of the not too pleasant experience from earlier and how much your ribs still hurt. And in some combination of luck, movement of the nail, a crash of a wave and maker only knows what else, that final wave sends the nail into place and you crash through the door to the cell as it swings open.

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[httpjeon]

— 04. risk it all | jungkook

jungkook/reader ― ft. yoongi, jimin, & tae | angst, light fluff | hybrid au

wordcount: 2k

↬ content warnings: hybrid abuse, physical violence, use of pet names, soft jungkook, mating-cycles/in heat

― synopsis: the plan to escape begins, and dangerous circumstances arise. jungkook needs to think quick on his feet to protect you.

note: just one more part left!

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Time seemed to move slower and slower and the hours slowed to agonizing minutes. The cool metal of the cage beneath began to offer no help in your overheated body. Sweat covered your skin and you couldn't sleep as you were much too uncomfortable. Yoongi had been doing his best to keep you alert to keep you from falling any deeper.

The most notable thing that happened was the arrival of a new face.

Fluffy ears twitched atop his head matched with pretty blank hair and an orange and black striped tail. He took over Jungkook's cage directly across from you and you could constantly feel his eyes burning holes into you.

"______?" Yoongi muttered one night, voice rough and husky. "You remember the plan right?"

You winced as you struggled to sit up, leaning against the bars to meet Yoongi's concerned gaze. Your breathing was labored, not having enough sustenance lately to move your heavy, exhausted body.

"You're gonna fight?" You answered the main plot Jimin had hatched that you could remember.

"That's right," You could make you Yoongi's smile through the darkness. "The guy over there is Taehyung. Remember him?"

Taehyung.

A tiger hybrid whom Jimin managed to make friends with although that wasn't very hard. He and Yoongi were supposed to fight. That was the plan.

"Guys," Jimin scurried from around the cages to come into sight of you all. he was out of breath and his hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat. "I just learned that another buyer is coming tomorrow and he's already paid to take _____. We have to do this tomorrow or we'll lose our chance,"

"That's a week earlier than we planned!" Taehyung spoke, voice surprisingly deep as his tail twitched anxiously behind him. "Are we really ready? Pushing it forward could fuck this whole thing up!"

"Her pre-heats getting worse," Yoongi sighed. "It's going to hit sooner than I expected anyway. I think it's better to move it like Jimin said,"

Your heart ached at their concern for you. But fear prickled at you at the thought of some bastard swooping in and taking you away -- to never see Jungkook again.

"It's decided then," Jimin reached into your cage and gently pet your ear. "We'll get you and Jungkook out of here I promise. I want to make sure you're prepared. Tae and Yoongi are going to really fight tomorrow,"

"I don't want anyone to get hurt..." You whispered, leaning into the comforting touch.

"I know...I don't either," Jimin moved to pet your hair, his fingers catching in some tangles there. "But this is the only way, you know? It has to be believable if the guards are going to leave their posts,"

"What if they kill them for fighting?" You lowered your voice even though you knew both of them could easily hear you.

"Don't worry about that, _____," Taehyung smiled from across you, a cute boxy smile that would have been contagious if you didn't feel so miserable. "They won't do that. They'll probably just throw up in the hold, you know? We can handle that!"

Taehyung's cheerful disposition managed to help calm your racing heart. Thinking it over, you slowly nodded your head before meeting their eyes.

"Alright, I'm ready if you guys are,"

You didn't sleep that night, although that wasn't anything abnormal lately with your pre-heat slowly eating away at your weary body. You blankly stared ahead, wishing your eyes would just close and you could find yourself in a peaceful dreamland. Alas, that wasn't possible as the guards came along with Jimin to escort your section for cage cleanings.

They didn't bother collaring you in your weak state but they chained up Taehyung and Yoongi. You kept your eyes on Jimin as you waited for the signal, having gone over how this would play out many times since learning of your escape attempt.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion as Jimin lightly tugged Taehyung's tail. The feline sprung into action, surprising the guards to the point they weren't able to catch him as he pounced on Yoongi.

Once the two made contact, it was impossible to separate them -- their strength combined too much for mere humans to fight against. They were apex predators literally trying to kill each other -- at least they thought.

For a second you were frozen, the snarls and growls coming from the two predators was enough to send your poor prey-mind into overdrive. Frantically, you looked around for an escape route -- a safe one.

"We have a Code here!" One of the guards shouted, only serving to rile up the other hybrids in surrounding cages. They cheered Taehyung and Yoongi on, shouting words on encouragement to one or the other. More guards arrived, slamming nightsticks against the cage to silence the bystanders.

One of them slammed his nightstick down on Yoongi's back, the wolf yowling in pain but still keeping his grip on the tiger. You winced, covering your mouth to keep yourself from whimpering sympathetically at the sight of blood dripping down his cheek from a well-placed scratch provided by Taehyung.

Jimin found you in the chaos, shoving a ring of keys into your trembling hands.

"These will unlock Jungkook's cage, go before it's too late," He whispered, helping you to your feet and pushing you in the direction of the solitary confinement door that housed Jungkook.

Although your body still felt weak and exhausted, you still managed to scurry to the door. You forced yourself to ignore the hungry gazes and whispers from the hybrids as you passed, no doubt drawn by the scent of your heat beginning. The metal door was impossibly heavy, making your temples throb as you used all the strength you simply didn't have to fit your body in through a small gap.

It was dark and humid inside, dirty concrete walls offering no ventilation. The smell of urine and sweat was strong, making you cover your nose in disgust. As you passed various cages, you were surprised by how unresponsive the hybrids were to you.

Come to think of it, the guards didn't typically come in there from what you saw from your own cage outside.

Jungkook was located at the very end and he was sitting on the dirty floor with his head against the wall looking completely exhausted.

"Jungkook?" You whispered, squinting into the darkness for any movement.

At the sound of your voice, his eyes flew open and he was on his feet faster than you could follow. Reaching through the bars, he cupped you cheek and smiled.

"I'm so happy to see you," Were the first words he said to you and you felt tears sting at your eyes at the relief you felt having him so close.

Your hands were still trembling from the adrenaline as you pulled out and key that had a blue mark from a pen on it, sliding it into the lock of Jungkook's cell and opening it with a solid click.

The second the door was open, you found yourself in his arms. His scent was overwhelming but no less comforting as he cupped the back of your head to hold you as close as he could. Soft lips pressed against your forehead and he smiled.

"You're burning up, we have to get out of here," He muttered.

"Where do we go?" You slowly blinked, everything beginning to rapidly swirl and tilt around you.

"There's a door back here they sometimes come through. Jimin says it leads to a garage and we can get out through there," Jungkook replied, keeping his hands on you to keep you steady. "Get on my back, baby,"

You were too out of it to even recognize the petname as he crouched in front of you and helped you onto his back. Having him in your arms safe and sound, you couldn't stop the few tears that escaped your eyes. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and hugged him.

"I missed you so much, Jungkook. I was so scared when they took you away from me," You confessed, fisting his shirt as he made his way to the door at the very back.

"I know. I'm sorry I let me temper get the best of me and they took me away. I was so worried when Jimin told me your heat hit and that a buyer was coming for you. I would never forgive myself if anything ever happened to you, _____,"

The door was a simple wooden one and Jungkook was able to easily open it. You looked around, taking in the last area before your freedom.

It was a concrete garage with two doors big enough to fit trucks.

"This is where they bring in supplies I think," Jungkook adjusted you on his back, making you whine. There was fleeting pressure on your core, reminding you of how your heat was literally looming over you.

He seemed to stiffen suddenly, inhaling deeply.

"You're--" He broke off in a growl and rushed over to the last door. It wasn't locked, probably because it was blocked off from hybrid's view unless someone like Jimin spilled the beans so they never worried about anyone but personnel getting in and out.

As the door was flung open, you nearly cried as you felt the breeze on your sweat-slicked skin. From outside, you were surprised how you well you could hear the shouts and screams of complete chaos within those concrete prison walls.

Jungkook jostled you, carrying you farther and farther away from that place until it completely disappeared from view.

It seemed to be in a really seedy area with worn down buildings and warehouses all around with chain-link fences and blinking streetlamps. You closed your eyes, basking in the cool night breeze.

"We're going to go a bit further until we're a safe distance, alright?" He asked softly, his voice vibrating his back. "Once we're far enough that they won't be able to find us,"

You nodded in response, too worn out to formulate a verbal response. The buildings passed by and the breeze rustled your hair as you felt yourself begin to doze off for the first time in over a week.

However, it didn't seem to last very long as you were awoken with what felt like burning hot needles piercing your skin. You sat up, wrapping your arms around your middle as you began to sob -- unable to stop yourself due to the overwhelming pain.

"Shh, it's alright," Jungkook quickly soothed, kneeling beside you and holding you close to him. "Your heat's hit," He frantically looked around the abandoned house he decided to hole up in.

Your cries broke his heart and he held you close to him. This wasn't a good situation. You didn't have food and he couldn't leave to find any with you in your current state. He felt helpless, soothing your hair.

You wouldn't have the energy to go through with him taking you now. You also weren't in your right mind and he wouldn't take advantage of you.

With your lack of food lately, your poor body wasn't fit to sustain you through a heat. At this rate the fever would no doubt kill you.

There wasn't even water.

The pain was consuming you and it was all you could think about. You couldn't even process how loud you were crying, all you knew was that it hurt. You clung to Jungkook, fisting his shirt in hopes that his scent would at least help ease something. Your body was on fire and you were shivering. It felt like at any moment you would cease breathing and collapse.

Right at that moment you actually wished death would come. Your heats had never ever been this horrid in your life and you wanted it to end.

Jungkook was neck deep in worry and panic that he didn't notice the door creaking open until a flashlight was shining down on the two of you.

[words-of-sin]

A Nunh’s Carrrre

Commission for the fantastic @darthsuki!

Relationship: DFAB!Miqo’te!Reader x U’odh Nunh

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You know you need the aid of the once-great adventurer, U’odh Nunh. Problem being, his rut is near and you happen to be prime for breeding.

Notes: Contains the following: DFAB!Reader, Seeker!Reader, Heat-Induced Sex, M/F Relationship, Slight Mindbreak, Cock Worship, Dirty talk, Breed kink, and more.

Visiting a tribe of Seeker Miqo’te near their mating season was nothing short of reckless. If the U Tribe’s cycle was anything like your own tribe, it would be within the next Moon. Still, the scions made it clear that time was not something you had to spare. You needed to gain favor with the Company of Heroes now. The threat of Titan was far more important than any personal comfort, after all.

Y’shtola had double-checked with you before you left, asking if you truly felt it wise to go with such a sensitive time nearing. You’d laughed, assuring her it would be fine. After all, you’d met many Tias before, and the pull of your own tribe’s Nunh had never been an issue.

But by the Twelve, you were not ready for the way he purred. Even his smell was more enticing than anything you’d experienced before. It took only ten minutes in the Nunh’s hut for you to realize why Y’shtola was so concerned: the U Tribe’s heat was far closer than you had anticipated. U’odh Nunh retained a sense of composure about him that almost made you question if he truly was the one who gave off the scent that was making the air feel so heavy. He listened earnestly, his ears flicking as he thought over your plea for his aid. His tail swatted behind him, and you watched as his eyes dragged across your form.

You could tell he was nothing short of a warrior with that gaze. His eyes, a sharp off-white that practically glowed in contrast to his dark skin, felt so heavy on you. He held mischief in him with how his lips quirked into a slanted grin. It was enough to make you nervous, to wonder just what was he thinking? You knew the traditions you would have to follow to gain his approval for the request: if you were an outsider who wished to have the aid of the Nunh, you must appease he and his tribe alike. 

It would have been simple during any other season, you were certain. Perhaps he would ask you to prove yourself through some menial tasks. Maybe you would have to fight something? Take part in a hunt? Your ears pressed flat against your head, watching U’odh stand. His arms crossed behind him as he rounded the table, your gaze never leaving him. He was silent in his movement, stalking behind you with only a light tap from his shoes on the rug below telling you where he went. 

The two Tias and attendants in the room watched him. You held your breath even, eyes closing as you urged the tension that filled the room to not affect you. Turning to face him would be an insult, showing your distrust. The temptation remained, however, especially when the other four Miqo’te in the room all seemed to glance at one another, sharing a silent but knowing look amongst them. 

The Tias both gave a nod towards U’odh. The attendants headed towards the door as U’odh spoke from behind you, “adventurrrrerrr...stay where you are," it was no mere request, the purr sending a shiver straight through your tail. The Tias followed after the attendants. The older of the two, a black-haired Seeker with glasses, remained silent as he walked past you without so much as a glance. The other grinned, white and black ears flicking.

“Good luck, Adventurer,” He whispered as he passed you, giving a sly snicker and wink before he disappeared from your view as well. The door shut and you felt the awareness of your situation grow. It was just the two of you now, the desire to turn around and see what the Nunh was doing stronger than ever. 

Your ears flicked, searching for any sort of sign or noise to tell you where he was and what he was planning. The heat coming from his body hit you first, his arms caging you as his hands pinned themselves to the table on either side of you. U’odh was close, the scent coming off of him so godsdamned strong as his hips pressed into your lower back. A small voice echoed inside how dangerous it was. Nunhs could set their female born tribe members into heat with the pheromones from their own, couldn’t they? Did it work if you were from another tribe…?

“You are so farrr from home at this time of year,” his voice was barely more than a growl as he spoke into the crook of your neck. “Tell me...have you no place? No Nunh?” 

“I-I….left,” you answer. “I felt a calling and...I followed it.” The Seeker hummed as his claws dragged across the wood of the table towards you, hands placing themselves cleverly. His right was on your hip, low enough to give his intent and high enough to show his respect; you were an outsider who did not belong to him. The Nunh’s advances were bold, something tribes looked down on. Were you claimed, his touch alone would be a threat to your Nunh. What if you were lying? He was playing a game of absolute risk.

U’odh showed no worry as his left hand was used to move your hair away from the sensitive nape of your neck, breath hitching as a single claw dragged along your skin. It was a special place for the Seekers; the nape of one’s neck was used to show if you’d been bred that season by the Nunh, his scent and mark being held to show his claim. The nerves were sensitive, something that no one dared touch casually, and it sent trembles through your body. U’odh was an experienced Nunh, nearly half his years spent in the role. There was no position or gesture he didn’t know, and touching such a place was no mistake.

He was serious: he truly meant to breed you. To claim you in ways your tribe’s Nunh failed to.

“I underrrrrstand...the call of adventurrre. You are herrre for aid because you seek to do what I have, arrren’t you? Slay the prrrimal Titan as I had in my youth?” He was asking but you knew well enough he was simply toying. Each word could be felt at your nape, his breath was so hot on your skin as his lips ghosted over the spot. Speaking was merely an excuse to tease. A deep breath to clear your mind failed, more of U’odh’s scent filling your head.

“Y...yes. I...I’ve slain a primal before--Ifrit. I can do it, I just need information,” you swallowed hard as the hand used to brush away your hair glided down your side, a single claw tracing the shape and dips of your curves.

“An imprrrressive feat. Adventurrrre is truly your calling but you...such a prrrretty thing...surrrely your Nunh wanted to keep you.” It was clever how he urged you to reveal what he wanted to know. He was a proper Nunh, after all: he took only what was unclaimed, especially if it was from another Nunh’s tribe. “How did you everrr manage to escape his grrrrasp?”

“He...ne...never ha-had me.” You could feel his fangs now, each word he had spoken enunciated by the way they scraped along your skin. It was foolish to tell him that, to tell him that you were free to take. Still, the words tumbled forth without much thought. “I didn’t...I wanted...to explore. To see more. If I….he wouldn’t….le...let…”

“Huussshhh,” U’odh pressed harder against you, the clear shape of his hardened cock impossible to ignore now. “You needn’t worrrrry about that now. Such a prrrrretty thing you arrre, though. And to have neverrrr had the touch of a Nunh? Such…..trrrrrravesties shouldn’t be allowed….but...we could….rrrrectify that. Wouldn’t you like a taste of it…? To have a Nunh?” 

“I...M-my….Titan-” you tried, U’odh silencing you with his right hand squeezing at your hip. It traveled down, slipping to your inner thigh. You felt a dull throb as a groan escaped, watching his left hand as it revealed a small drawer hidden under the table. He pulled out a slender vial that made your eyes widen.

“Just forrrr the night, prrretty thing. Forrrr a night, you will be brrred by your new Nunh….and then I will give you this...and aid you in yourrr quest.” His voice was deep, drowning you as each purr rumbled between your bodies. U’odh held the vial up, giving it a small shake in front of you. The tincture was popular amongst women who wished to prevent becoming impregnated, a special concoction created with Miqo’te heats in mind--no matter how much cum he filled you with, the tincture would take care of it. It would be like nothing happened, you told yourself as his right hand explored over the fabric of your pants. 

“Just...fforrr the night,” you purred back, face red at the way your tongue rumbled over the words. “One night...and then you give me the potion...and you help deal with Titan.”

“Aye, my prrretty thing. I am a man of my worrrd.” 

You nodded, eyes still locked onto the vial as it was returned safely to the hidden drawer. You found yourself licking your lips as it closed. “What...would you have me do?”

"What you would do forr any Nunh, my prrrretty thing,” U’odh mumbled into your ear as he nuzzled into your hair. A tight grip on your hips spun you to face him, your eyes locking and you could see the way his pupils were blown wide as he spoke in a growl, “prrresent yourrself."

Present yourself? You knew of the custom of course; a female to be bred was to position herself for the Nunh, bent over with their ass high and tail lifted out of the way. It was an unspoken welcome to the Nunh. All the female born Seekers were taught when they were of age, but you had chosen to not allow your Nunh into your chambers when Heat came: to be bred meant to be bound to the tribe and that meant ignoring the call to adventure. You would have kits, and such a responsibility was too much to balance with your status.

Still, you were no virgin. You were at secretly thankful you had taken on a few Tia lovers here and there to aid in the heats before. That you weren’t completely out of your element as you squeezed out from between his body and the table to give yourself the space needed to work at your clothes. 

U’odh watched you, drinking in the sight as you began with your shirt as his tail flitted about behind him. His own vest was shrugged off with ease. You shivered, fingers stumbling over the buttons. The Nunh caught it effortlessly. You avoided looking at him as he stepped forward and took your hands in his own as he pulled your bodies close once more.

"Prrrretty thing, why do you hesitate? Arrre you so inexperrrienced? Nerrrrvous?" The hand that held yours was callous and strong. U’odh dragged you close, chests pressed together as the vibrations of his purr thrummed through your body once more. The Nunh used a single finger to lift your chin. 

"I…. Told you,” your eyes slipped half-closed, gaze shifting to his lips as you mumbled. “I’m not…inexperienced but...my Nunh and I…”

U'odh stiffened, and for a moment you feared he would reject you. Of course. A Nunh was used to the pleasures of his tribe and of mates who had long since learned the art. You, on the other hand, chose adventure and never regretted the choice till that very moment. If this was to be the only way you would gain his favor then- 

"Sweet little thing….prrrrrrecious warrrrriorr…I told you, I am yourrr Nunh. You need only to say the worrrd and I shall do as all Nunh should." U’odh hummed, cutting your worries short.

"An…. And that is….?"

The distance between you shortened, his breath dancing on your lips he cooed, "Take carrrrre of you."

You felt consumed by him, the kiss earning a whimper from you as his hands dropped to your hips. It was little surprise that he was strong, yet you still yelped as the ground disappeared from under you and your legs wrapped around his waist out of instinct. His hands rested on your ass, holding you high as each breath you took was cut off with his lips. They were rough, your own more soft than his. Had your previous lovers’ lips tasted this good? 

The movement was barely registered past the way his steps made your body grind against him. His hair was soft, your fingers tangled as you pulled him in for more. How quickly that word took over your mind, a kiss alone sending you into a mantra of more, more, more. 

It was miserable being let go of, spilling back onto the table as he laid you out before him. The whole of your body felt cold, the loss of his lips being the worst of it all. Propping yourself up with your elbow, you watched as his hands slid along the length of your thighs. “U’odh….?”

“Hussh, Prrrretty thing,” he cooed, the man dropping to his knees as he spread your legs, hooking them over his shoulder. “I am yourrr Nunh, rrrrememberrr? When we brrrrreed, you call me Odh.” You flushed at the gesture, his true name being granted to you so easily.

“Y-Yes Od-Oh!” You jolt as his tongue dragged over the fabric of your pants. His ears flick as he grins from between your thighs, arms wrapped around your legs so he can hold you to him. You could feel the muscles tense as he pressed his mouth to your core. Each breath he took was deep, inhaling your scent as he nuzzled closer. It was frustrating, your hips rutting of their own will in the hops that the feeling your clothes dulled would become stronger. 

You were no match for his experience, no matter how many Tias you had bedded before.

He looked up, eyes glowing with mischief and you swore you could feel his smirk through your clothes. U’odh stood, taking your legs with him and making your back arch. All that remained on the table was your shoulders and head, thighs still over the Nunh’s shoulders. 

“If you wish to fight the prrrrrimal,” U’odh spoke between each kiss and lap of his tongue, the blood rushing to your head making the pleasure rattle through your senses harder than before. “You will need...betterrr arrmorrrr, Warrriorrr.”

“B...Better...armor?” You asked, your mind hazed over from the feel of his mouth. The fabric around your sex was soaked now, the question of if it was your need or his tongue being the leading cause becoming impossible to answer. “What...where would I…? Wha...what is...wrong with….”

“The fabrrric...it’s much too thin,” U’odh hummed, shoulders rolling as he moved his hands from your knees. You watched best as you could at the given angle as his grip slipped to your inner thighs, inches from your core. “I shall supply you with something strrrongerr. It’s the least I could do afterrrr this.” 

“After what-?” The tear of fabric cut your words short, your heart skipping at the realization. His claws dug into the fabric, shredding easily as he tore both pants and smallclothes alike. The Nunh’s breath was impossibly hot, the man not sparing a single second before rejoining his mouth with the newly exposed slick folds.

Your own claws dug into the table, tail bristling and wrapping around one of U’odh’s arms. You were certainly no stranger to pleasure, and to say you’d never had a lover taste you would be untrue. But his tongue, his mouth-

The Nunh’s experience was clear as he sucked at your clit, the pressure calculated and knowing. Each stroke of his rough tongue sent a shiver through you, every noise he drew from you causing his ears to flick. 

“O-Odh...I-I...Haaahhoooww?” It was maddening, the Nunh pinning each of your sensitive spots within moments. The familiarity he approached you with was that of an old lover, every secret unfolding before him with utter ease. 

“Oh, prrretty thing,” he moaned, the expression he wore nothing short of lewd. His mouth was shimmering from the liquid, mouth hung open as his tongue resisted being more than even an ilm away from your cunt. Never had you seen anything like the look in his eyes, his pupils reminiscent of a Hyur’s through his hooded gaze. “Prrrrrecious Darrrrling, do you not know...how sweet you arrre? Such a delicious flavorrr you possess...Yourrr poorrrr Tribal Nunh--he knows not what a trrrreat he has lost.”

His ministrations were highlighted with a flick of his tongue and your back arched, tail squeezing at his arm as tightly as it could manage. He nuzzled into your thighs, his facial hair tickling at the skin your torn pants no longer covered as his purrs vibrated against the sensitive bud that absorbed his focus. 

“Oh Gods,” you whimpered, the table splintering under your claws as the heat built in your belly. How had you never had a lover purr for you like this before? Your hips rolled, curses for all your past lovers failings slipping away. “Cl….cllooossse! O-ohh….Oodh!” 

The pressure was maddening, the whole of your core throbbing as you teetered. It was close, so close! You could feel how your sex throbbed, beckoning to be filled. Your mind melted into more, more, more until-

He stopped. 

“No! N-no...nono, noo-ooo, O-Odh why!?” You squirmed, voice barely more than a mewl as your legs kicked behind his head. You tried to curl forward to grab at his hair, unable to do much with the majority of your body being lifted off the table still. A slick smirk danced across his lips and you wanted nothing more than to shove his mouth back where it once was. “I-I was...sssooo close! Wh...why would you..?” 

“Prrrecious little thing...you trrrruly think I would let you be spent so soon?” He licked his lips, slow and deliberate as he seemed to savor the remnants of your taste. “I’ve yet to even begin with you.”

Your body reconnected with the table, legs still in the air as U’odh held them to his chest. He pressed forward, the wet mess of your near orgasm soaking into his pants. It was impossible to resist the urge to grind your hips at the feeling of his clothed erection against you. The man’s ears flicked, a small grunt and shiver telling you that the friction worked at making him lose just a fraction of control. 

Your shoes were tossed with another promise for replacements that you hardly cared about hearing. All focus was on how you squirmed against him--to feel as much as possible as he worked off the tattered clothes from your hips. There was hunger in his movements that grew with each successful grind. He eyed you as a predator would, claws making simple work out of your shirt as they would if you’d been nothing more than prey beneath him. 

The thought was shamefully exciting. 

The air was cold against the heat of your skin, breasts bare to him. An instinctual reach to cover yourself was halted with a growl, U’odh eyeing you as he pressed your wrist to the table above your head.

“You don’t hide frrrom yourr Nunh, Prrretty thing. I get to see all of you.” His words came out as a hiss, head ducking down to take a sensitive nipple in his mouth. The harsh bang of your body jolting echoed in your head as U’odh worked both wrists into one hand. His free hand explored, claws dragging along your skin until he reached the breast his mouth left unattended. 

“I-I’m ss-Sorry, Oh-dh!” Your voice breaking as he nipped at the underside of your breast, sucking at it until you felt a mark bloom. Each jolt from his attention caused your hips to grind together, his cock teasing through even the thick layers of his pants. 

The seeker shifted, mouth taking in the nipple that had been pinched between his fingers. Every ilm burned, his hand dipping along your naked torso until it was no longer touching you. There was a sort of rattle and the sound of fabric dropping was registered. Your ears swiveled, trying desperately to locate the source--you’d been stripped bare already...what cloth had he removed? 

The press of his hips was a simple answer, the belts and fabric that had been wrapped around him no longer in the way. The outline of him was unbearably clear now, the head of his cock almost teasing to press into you already, and a bold desire sparked inside your chest. 

Squirming, you managed to loosen his grip, breaking your wrists from his grasp with a sudden tug that seemed to throw him off. U’odh may have taken on the role of your Nunh, but you were still a warrior and to forget that would be his own error. 

The wood of the table scraped along your spine as you slid forward, the press of his hips allowing his cock to slip along your torso. You wanted, for a moment, to feel it against every ilm of your body. The Nunh took a forced step back once your knees hit the floor, his tail fluttering behind him. A thick brow raised as he watched you, his gaze locked with your own as you felt pride in surprising the experienced man. 

Your right hand clung to the leg of his pants, left slipping around the thick girth that pressed desperately against the fabric that contained it. A shy tongue lapped over the fabric, tasting cotton-soaked need from your own sex being pressed against him. He snarled, hissing at the touch as he bent forward. The smell of his cock was strong, the pheromones rooting themselves deep within you as you nuzzled into his groin. If he hadn’t triggered your heat before, it was certainly happening now. 

“Odh...my Nunh…” You spoke with a gasp, mind hazy as your actions were now melting into simple instinct. There was no want for anything more than what was efficient, his pants pulled just low enough for his cock to be free. 

The smell was everything now: your thoughts, cravings, and wants all focused on the scent alone. Air tasted of U’odh Nunh’s heat, the sight of him making your head spin. Tia you had seen before, but what was before you made what you had known seem like a cheap imitation. 

The Nunh was thick, red slick skin already wet from the pre-cum that dripped out of the tapered tip. Small bumps seemed to line its length, ending at the base of his cock where his knot was. 

Oh Gods, the knot. 

Every bit of him was shaped to breed, the angled tip lining up perfectly for the task, you imagined. It made you shake, imagining the volumes of cum that he would press into your core. The hole his precum was leaking from was sizable, easily fitting the tip of a curious tongue, U’odh groaning as he gripped the table’s edge as your thoughts filled solely with the thick taste. Your hands became slick with a single stroke of the length, both being used to encompass the full girth of his knot. 

“Currrrrrious thing arrrren’t you?” U’odh released the table with one hand, stroking the top of your head as you looked up at him. He shivered at the sight, the tip of his cock still in your mouth and your pupils blown as wide as his own. Your ears twitched in thought; there was an innocence in the way you attended him. Your head shifted, turning to different angles to better feel the shape with both lips and tongue, caring little for the noisy nature of your curiosity. The odd scrape of the teeth made him hiss, gripping the top of your head between your ears. “Do you like the taste, Prrretty thing?”

A whimpered groan was all that could be managed, the thought of taking the Nunh’s cock fully out of your mouth rejected entirely. It was so warm, the pre-cum being swallowed thickly with each bob of your head. U’odh remained still, giving you control over the little experiment until your boldness grew--he was much too entertained by your curiosity to stop it.

In a daring movement, you pushed forward, mouth stretching as much as it could as the tip of his cock pressed to the back of your throat. His knot was close, the puffs of air from your nose hitting the sensitive bulge. The Nunh twitched, hips thrusting forward on instinct and choking you as the knot pressed fully into your nose. He tugged you back from your hair, his cock fully springing out with a pop from your lips. 

“Odh,” you whimpered, tongue still hanging past your lips and curling towards the cock. Put it back, put it back, put it back--

“Darrrring arrren’t you? To take so much yourrr firrrst time with a Nunh--you certainly have the attitude of a Prrrrimal slayerrr.” He jerked your head back, forcing your gaze up and away from his sex. The grip on your hair was rough, your tail flicking in response to the pain infused pleasure of it. His own seemed to be moving a lot behind him as well, glimpses of white catching your eye as you tried to look down your nose--trying desperately to see the twitching cock before you. 

Thoughts of anything other than his cock were few and far between, the heat radiating from it still near your skin. It hit your throat most of all, the idea of swallowing it consuming your being. A hand reached up only to be smacked back by the Nunh. He growled, another tug of your hair drawing out a whimper. When was he going to give it back? 

A hiss slipped past your lips as something wet hit your breasts. U’odh had taken his cock in the hand that had pushed yours away, a small stroke encouraging more precum to dribble out. It dripped onto your skin, setting it on fire as it slid along the curve of your breasts and over the perk of your nipple. Without much thought, the hand he’d rejected reached up and rubbed the thick fluid into your skin, eyes slipping closed as you moaned with an open mouth.

“You arre darrring,” U’odh decided, watching the sight of you. It was shameful--the great warrior reduced to a squirming mess as you pressed your thighs together. The other hand joined now, both breasts being massaged with his precum. It was slick, the smell dizzying and warmth wonderful. You barely registered the tut-tut he gave. “Naughty as well...to think I’m the firrrst Nunh to have you….”

Cock still in hand, he gave the length another stroke before using it to smack your face, regaining your attention. A single eye opened, vision utterly glazed over as the heat against your cheek pressed. You tried to lick the length near the edge of your mouth, unable to fully turn with his grip still in your hair. He watched with clear amusement as you chose to instead nuzzle into his cock, nose bumping against its heat. All rational seemed to be completely faded away, an afterthought to the craving of more, more, more. His grip loosened.

“Tell me, adventurrrerr, what is it you want? What would please my prrrecious little loverr?” 

But a single bell ago, you would have answered differently. Aid in slaying Titan, perhaps, is what you would have said. His approval as one of five from the Company of Heroes, even. A single bell ago, those things mattered, but not now.

“Youuu,” was the answer instead. “Brrrrrreed me, my Nunh.” You spoke in a sigh, your head turning so that the underside of the sensitive knot could be covered in fluttering kisses. U’odh chuckled, a pleased purr rumbling in his chest as your eye slipped closed once more. He let your hair go completely now, returning to the gentle strokes over your sensitive ears as you squirmed at his feet. 

“Then I will tell you again, my prrrretty little thing: prrresent yourrself to me.” The words themselves sent a wave through you, an unrestrained moan escaping as one last drag of your tongue traced his cock’s length. It would be where it belonged soon-oh so soon.

Your legs shook as you stood, U’odh holding you up by your arms as you leaned against him. Your lips continued a trail along his skin, clumsy and disorganized over his chest. The scars of his past victories earned your tongue, tracing the lines and punctuating each with another kiss. The man let you cling to him as he stripped the remaining clothes with quick ease, progress hindered only by the groan as your mouth stopped at his chest. A clever tongue flicked his nipple as it was revealed with the discarding of his shirt, the gesture returned with a nip at your ear.

He grabbed your hips, turning you both so your back was to the door and his to the table. He gave a single sharp order: “Turrn.” You did just that, knees weak as you realized that you were now facing the door. It hadn’t been locked, had it? At any moment, it could be swung wide open and you would be seen completely. The realization was exciting, the rattling shiver it sent through you making you drop to all fours before the Nunh. 

Your breath hitched as you heard the Seeker drop behind you and grabbed you by the sensitive nape of your neck, your face pressed into the rug. You arched on instinct, ass high in the air and tail lifted even higher and curling out of the Nunh’s way. He laughed, a single finger sliding along your slick folds. “To think you werrre so shy beforre. Has the embarrrrasment passed?”

Words failed, and you could only reply with a whine as U’odh chuckled once more. It was embarrassing, but the maddening need of your freshly triggered heat didn’t care for what made you feel embarrassed or not. All that mattered was that you had more, more, more.

“O-Odh….” you managed when he pressed against you. Still, he did not fill you. Instead, his cock was rubbed along your slit, the tip pressing into your clit and making your body spasm as your thighs became drenched in the mixture of fluids from you both. “M...my Nunh….Please….”

“Such a strrrong herrro you arrre...and yet here you arrre, rrrreduced to such a cute little kit beneath me…” His tail flicked, tickling your leg as it swept past. Everything about you felt so aware as you focused, desperate to feel every ilm of him entering you. 

At first, you worried he may deny you such pleasure, the tip of his cock instead pressing against your hole and simply rubbing barely a quarter of an ilm as his pre-cum circled the tight entrance. It was agony, his grip on the nape of your neck holding you down as his other hand gripped your tail and made you yowl. You couldn’t even move backwards, locked in place by his hold. 

“O-Odh….M...My Nunh….p...p-puhllleeease…” You cried, tail curling and flicking in the air. “I...you have….you have to...put it...put it inside…” Why wasn’t he? Surely he wouldn’t leave you at such a miserable edge, not while he was in his heat as well. “Y-You...you said you...w-wuh...would...be my...my Nunh.”

“I did, didn’t I? Prrrretty little kit, I think a night may not be enough forrrr you…” Finally, an ilm. Your breath hitched, eyes wide and fingers digging at the rug. It was finally there, the heat of the first ilm of five snug inside your cunt. Four more, and the delicious knot would be next. “Perrrrhaps I should keep you....I wouldn’t want to make the same mistake yourrrr trrribe made.”

Another half ilm, and your tail thumped against his chest. Were all Nunh this cruel? You weren’t sure you could handle such torment. He didn’t move either, instead opting to remain painfully still as you tried to squirm, fidget, wiggle--anything to get even an onze of friction. Still, you tried to think about what he said.

“I...I have to...Th-There was suh...something I…” Why did you say only a night? Why not stay forever? The question rattled for only a moment, the rumble of U’odh’s chuckle being felt even through the connection of your sex with his. 

“Oh yes, that’s rrrright. Poorrr little thing….you have prrrrimals to slay, don’t you?” He teased, a mischievous lilt to his voice. Any response you could have made was cut short by another half ilm: two now, two whole ilms were inside and there were just a little more than three now-

You should have cared more for what he said or even for the reason you were there in the first place. Instead, the cycle of more, more, more spoke over your thoughts. Still, he didn’t move, intent on waiting for your response before granting you any more of his cock.

“R-rrrrri-AH-ight,” you jolted as he squeezed the base of your tail. Your claws hooked into the rug as you dragged them down, trying desperately to create more movement between the two of you. “T-Titan...I ha-avve to...ssssssslaay the….prrrrimal…”

“How arrre you planning to accomplish that? Do you plan to fuck the Prrrrimal? Just look at you…” U’odh hummed, your tail curling up the arm that held it. He pulled you back onto another ilm and you moaned openly at the way the girth began to stretch your cunt to its shape. “Prrrretty thing, rrrreduced to nothing morrre than a hungrrry little kit begging forrr a sweet. Don’t you want morrrre?” 

“Yes!” You gasped out immediately, your eyes snapping open at the sound of the word more. You pushed to lift yourself, trying to look back at the Nunh. He stopped you, the grip on your nape tightening as he pressed you back down to the floor. Try as you might, the cruel grip on your tail held your hips still, stopping any attempts at moving towards the Nunh to take in more, shame long since forgotten. “Y-Yees-oh, Odh, please--! Please, mmorrrre! Y-Yuh….Y-Youu said….plee-aahze!” He laughed as you begged, and allowed you the third full ilm. 

“Prrrretty kit...Prrrrecious mate...don’t you want to have this everrrry season? To be brred and fucked so wonderrrrfully?” The Nunh leaned in, much as he could without pressing his hips closer, and tugged you back to arch closer as he spoke into your flickering ear. “Say the worrrd, prrrretty thing, and you will be mine. Everrrry season I’ll fill you and you won’t even have to beg.”

The promise made you sob, all sound halting in your arched throat. The fourth ilm entered even slower than the last, pausing momentarily after only half of the full ilm before he continued. Your foot thumped uselessly against the floor as you felt your sanity leave in waves. It was thick, yet you felt yourself stretch over his girth with more ease anything you’d ever done in your life. It made little sense to you, how the thick size of it could slide inside of you without so much as a single onze of resistance, the only lubrication needed being your mutual arousal. Yet, on another note, it made perfect sense how he filled you.

He was your Nunh now, after all, and as your Nunh, it was simply his job to give more, more, more. U’odh rocked, ever so slightly, with those four ilms he let you have. Finally, some friction. Still, you needed more, more, more! It wasn’t enough yet, not until his knot was fully inside. 

“Y...yes…Yes! Yes, I’ll...ah...ah I’ll...I’ll be yours a-and...you...Your kits!” The words spilled from your mouth, rapid and clumsy as you tried to urge him. Desperate to convince him to fuck you already. “I-I’ll give...so many...as...mme….ma...many...as you... want! I’ll...have...a-all th..the kits...you want…Y-You’ll...be their Daddy! A-All you want! P-Please, Odh! By the t-Twelve just….just fuck me!” 

The final ilm hit you without pause. U’odh tightened his grip back onto the nape of your neck, claws digging into the sensitive skin as your face was practically slammed hard into the floor as the other hand tugged your tail back into his thrust. The feeling made you choke, eyes rolling back as you felt whole. 

“Thhhaa….thaank...yu...yoouuuhh! Th-thank..y-you...sssshoo mmuch, Daddy~!” You moaned, a messy smile fucked onto your face as he thrusted again and again, more and more and more. Your tongue lulled, drool finding its way down your cheek and onto the rug. The Seeker grunted, his grip on your tail loose enough now that you could finally move along with him. 

“Mmmnf...oh-Odh...gi-give...y-your kits! I-I’ll make you...a Daddy! Again! And again! A-All you want! Mmmy Nunh!”

“Prrrretty thing--” U’odh groaned, pressing his chest to your back as he fucked you. “Prrrretty thing….you arrre so filthy-”

“Y-yea-uh,” you agreed, hardly caring if it were true or not. His cock pressed inside so deep like this, the knot hitting your clit with each thrust. When had you learned to move your hips like this anyways….? “A-Ah...aahh-abso...lutely!”

“Ha..have you...everrr felt...so good?” His breath was on your nape, his other hand moved from the base of your tail to your ass. U’odh squeezed as he helped you fuck yourself on his cock. His own breath was coming out more rigid than before, the hot air tickling you. “P-Prrretty thing...t...tell me...what you want.”

“Cummm! Cum and k-kits. Mmmaake me...m-mommy and...y-you can be...D-Daddy-!” Gods, your throat was hoarse, mouth dry as you tried to swallow down more air. Your breasts ached, the friction of the rug resembling the rough tongue of a Miqo’te against your nipples. For a moment, you thought to contain yourself--to try and quiet your cries and moans. You were still facing the Gods damned door. Surely whatever whorish noises you were making escaped the hut easily, yet only a small portion of you cared. 

Who cared who walked in? Worst they could do is join or simply watch, marveled by the sight as U’odh’s cock pressed against your core. How you wished you could see it yourself: the sight of his cock’s length burying itself inside your heat as he rutted against you. Surely your cunt would be red with the abuse, his knot threatening to enter you. You felt your hips roll at the thought, tongue curling as the image of another Seeker joining, whether it be another female to be bred by U’odh or a Tia to suck. All that mattered was that you felt more, more, more.

Lost in thought, you’d failed to realize just how close the knot was getting to filling you until a final hard thrust popped the knot through your tight entrance. It was all so much, the entirety of your being burning as toes curled and eyes rolled back and fluttered. The knot filled and locked you under him, his grip on your neck releasing and moving to your hips. For a moment, you thought to ask why he’d let go, the pressure on your nape being wonderful.

U’odh didn’t allow such a question to form.

His teeth sank into your nape, the sensitive skin screaming at the attention. He sucked hard, bruising and marking the spot you were claimed. The cry that erupted from your throat was foreign, your body quaking. U’odh moaned loudly into your neck, his body shivering as your orgasm made your cunt squeeze his cock and knot. 

Still, he continued to thrust into your sensitive heat. Your tail curled around him, joining his as each movement sent another wave of pleasure through you, your belly twisting with another orgasm threatening. Moans and cries escaped without shame and by the Twelve you hoped the whole tribe knew. You, an outsider, were bred first for the season. The thought made you grin into the floor, any other responsibility long forgotten as U’odh stilled and pressed. Your eyes closed as he growled, blissful as you focused on the way his knot throbbed with each glob of cum he released into your cunt. If you tried to focus, you could feel it traveling along the length of his shaft too, pulsing deep at the core of you as you were bred. 

“O-Odh….mmm...my Nunh,” you sighed happily as he released your nape, the cool feeling of his tongue lapping over the blooming mark being followed by a kiss. He trailed along your spine as he rolled himself back into an upright position behind you, claws releasing your hips as the pads of his thumbs massaged into your skin. His knot remained inside, your recent orgasm still throbbing over him. He purred, hummed, and ran his hands along the curve of your back. He massaged the mark, pleased to show the world how you’d been bred. 

“Prrrrrrecious thing...oh how I want to keep you…” You gave a content flick of your tail in response, humming along with him. His hands continued to travel along you, rubbing and pressing along your spine. It ached, to be in such a position, but you lacked the strength to even try to lift yourself. “Perrrrrhaps...when you arre done being a herrrro.”

“Don’t….wanna be a hero….I want...more of that,” you confessed with a mumble. The Nunh chuckled as he let himself nestle behind you, sitting back on the floor. Your hips followed, the connection between your bodies still intact as he pulled you up. A sigh escaped as your eyes closed, his arms wrapping around you. The man held you close to his chest, a hand absentmindedly rubbing your stomach. The front of you was cold, your back soaking in body tingling warmth from the Nunh. You rested your own hand over his. 

“My prrrecious adventurrrerr...you will always have plenty of time afterrr, just as I do,” He spoke softly, nuzzled into your neck as his purr vibrated against your shoulders. “I will wait...and brrreed you when such a time comes. You’ll be filled with kits next I get my claws on you,” he promised. The idea of it, though it was not something you’d entertained before, was wonderful.

“Verrrry well,” you purred back, nuzzling back into him as your tails danced together, twisting together. “But….”

“But?” An eye cracked open to meet his curious gaze from over your shoulder. You grinned. 

“You said a night...did you not? I don’t think the sun has even set yet, my Nunh.” You felt a wide, fanged grin against your neck. U’odh shifted, kissing the back of one of your ears. “If you are to give me such a powerful tincture in the morning...should we not ensure it is well worth the use?”

“Aye, I did say that...and I am a man of my worrrrd.” The man grinned, eyes filled with the kind of mischief and energy only a Tia could rival. “I hope you have plenty of time to rrrrest anotherrrr day, prrretty thing. You’ll not have any tonight if we arrrre to test the strrrrength of the tincturrrre.” 

You squirmed, feeling his knot finally pop out and the thick puddle of cum soak your thighs. Twas no loss, not with how much was to come anyways. Twisting around on his lap, you straddled him and pressed your chest into the warmth of his. His lips claimed yours, tongue teasing and swiping at your fangs as he leaned forward, your back slowly meeting the floor as his hands wandered. 

Forgetting such a night would prove impossible.

In the morning that followed, you would indeed consume the tincture, ensuring no kits this season. Still, you’d leave with U’odh’s word that he would aid you, new armor to protect you, and a sly grin as you stole one more kiss before returning to your role as the Warrior of Light. There would be but a single thought in your mind.  

You would have to return next season for certain, and for no less than two nights.