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"Well, well, what do we have here?"
Nyx feels his heart plummet into his stomach at the voice rumbling through the room. A voice he recognizes. One he's only heard shouting across a battlefield.
Until now.
The voice of his nightmares.
He struggles to contain his panic, breath coming faster and hating that he can't see, can't speak, can't move, tugging at the cuffs chaining his hands above his head, making them rattle. He's too vulnerable, too unprotected, gods no fuck. He was tied up naked as a babe and now he is here. No, no, nonono!
There's a dry chuckle and he freezes, chills shivering down his spine.
"What a pretty little omega, trussed up so beautifully, just for me." Nyx trembles as a cold gauntlet covered hand caresses his bare thigh, the sharp claws pricking his skin. "You look delicious enough to eat, Kingsglaive." The metal of the gauntlet traces higher, leaving trails of gooseflesh. "What a pleasant surprise. I'll have to find the person who wrapped you up and thank them."
Nyx can't stop the tremulous trill at the back of his throat when General Glauca delicately spreads his slick, exposing his hole to the cold air, and a spark of heat ignites in his belly against his wishes.
Glauca looses a deep sawing purr in response, thumb tracing over the sensitive slit.
Nyx feels his hole reflexively clench and bites down on his gag to muffle another trill, straining to close his legs, as futile as that attempt is, tightly bound and spread as they are.
"Oh little glaive, you're trembling like a leaf in the wind. Do you think I'm going to hurt you?" Glauca's claws ghost over Nyx's folds, briefly cradle his balls and then trace tingling trails up his hardening cock.
Mortification licks down Nyx's spine at the involuntary arousal of his body, his cock plumping and slick growing wet against his wishes, a loud grunt slipping past his gag at Glauca's touch.
A sharp bark of laughter answers, as if the General knows what the omega is thinking and Nyx rattles his restraints again, flushed and feeling entirely too exposed.
Panic that had started to ebb flares back to life when the bed dips under the weight of Glauca kneeling over him.
He flinches as the alpha pets his heaving sides in a leisurely fashion, those claw tips gently smoothing over his muscles, tracing the dips and divots, always light enough to tease, but hard enough to keep Nyx's attention securely focused in the present.
"I'm going to make you scream, little omega-" one claw circles, round and round, closer and closer to a pebbling nipple, sensation zipping up and down Nyx's spine, "-play with your every nerve ending until you're incoherent with pleasure-" the claw pricks gentle, so gentle, at the peak, drawing a jolt and a whimper, "-eat out your cute slick until the sheets are soaked with your juices, toy with your cock until you're covered in your own spend-" Nyx wriggles and flinches, little panting grunts escaping his throat, the dirty talk digging deep and prodding up his darkest desires against his wishes, arousal burning brighter.
"And then after that my sweet, beautiful thing? After that I'll finally bury my cock in you and knot you good. Stretch you wide and fill up that slutty slick with my seed. Breed you until you're gushing when I pull out." Nyx whines, incredibly sensitive nipples finally pinched tight between cold metal and rolled and tugged and plucked at by devious fingers.
Unconsciously, Nyx starts to arch into the touch, nipples tight with pleasure, his slick growing wetter with each pass. The peaks are flicked hard and Nyx feels his cock throb in response, the nerves in his chest acting like a thread tugging at the building heat between his legs, coaxing the flames higher.
Then it all stops.
Nyx twitches, a whine of protest reverberating in his chest until he suddenly remembers where he is and who exactly it was that was touching him. He stills, not daring to breathe, hands clenching in slow, unnerved waves.
"I can smell your arousal, my pretty boy. Tweak your nipples a little bit and your slick becomes a sopping mess. Such a slut." Nyx whimpers as he's lifted up and set in Glauca's lap, the tasset of his armor unyielding and digging into Nyx's ass. "I'm going to wreck you."
There's a faint clicking sound for a few seconds, confusing Nyx, but then a warm, soft tongue laps a still tight nipple, the other getting caught between the rough calluses of bare fingers, pleasure lighting up his spine and banishing any further thoughts. He digs his teeth into the gag, desperately willing himself to not make noise, but fails when lips close around his nipple, sucking gently and tongue lashing in contrast, and a full throated moan bursts out.
Glauca just sucks harder, twisting his other nipple harshly, earning another ragged moan. Nyx eyes start to roll back, breath choppy, shuddering weakly through his lungs and stalling in his chest when teeth nip into tender flesh and working the peak almost delicately.
"FFK!" he garbles out and to his embarrassment, realizes he's rubbing himself against Glauca's armor, hips rolling in jerky waves, leaving behind a trail of slick and precome.
The alpha snarls and bites down, pulling the other nipple taut, and Nyx is struggling harder than ever against his bonds because fuckfuckfuck that feels so good, godsfuckyesthat'sgoodmoremoremore!
Suddenly, he's dropped back onto the bed, gasping for air and back arched, nipples aching and stiff, godswhy'dyoustop, the imprint of teeth throbbing, as is his cock and fuck, his slick feels so empty. He has to take a few more gasping breaths before reality reasserts itself again. He shudders, hands white knuckled, listening for Glauca, the alpha's weight absent from the bed.
He hears him growling deep in his chest and can make out the faint rustle of cloth, or leather, hitting the floor between the clink of buckles.
Disrobing.
Glauca is undressing and Nyx jolts at the belayed realization that settles heavy in his gut.
General Glauca of the Imperial Army is going to fuck a Kingsglaive prisoner of war.
Is going to fuck Nyx.
The bed dips again and Nyx tenses, waiting for what Glauca will do next.
Which is pull him back into the alpha's lap, apparently, strong thighs and soft skin replacing cold metal.
"You are far more sensitive than I was expecting-" Glauca's unfiltered voice is both higher and softer than expected (and strangely familiar), the smooth baritone pressed into the hollow of Nyx's throat, "-consider me delighted. Let's see what else makes you moan like that."
Sharp teeth nip up the side of Nyx's neck, a hand gripping his jaw to keep his head tilted for Glauca to work. His mouth seals around Nyx's scent gland, sucking a wet mark into the skin and the omega mewls, toes curling under the onslaught, his spine alight with pleasure.
For a split second, Nyx is terrified that Glauca will bite down and Claim him, but the general pulls away with a soft sound, tongue lapping gently to soothe, kissing over Nyx's collarbone.
Glauca noses further down and continues laving attention on Nyx's nipples, lapping gently at one then the other, hands cupped under Nyx's pecs to push them together. Rough fingers slowly close around the tight peaks in a pinch and Nyx's breath stalls in his throat. Glauca's thumbs swirl over the tips of both and sends bolts of heat into Nyx's gut, his cock jerking against his stomach and his slick clenching on nothing.
A high whine escapes around Nyx's gag and he tosses his head side to side, warring with himself 'godsmorefucksogood' and 'nononohe'stheenemy' playing in a persistent loop through his head. Glauca gives his throbbing nipples one last flick and his ridiculously big, warm hands drag down his sides, mouth peppering soft kisses in a straight line over Nyx's belly.
The general starts purring just before he reaches where Nyx's dripping cockhead lies on his stomach, and licks past it, close enough for Nyx to feel his breath, cock jumping in anticipation, then veers to the side to follow the line of muscle leading to sensitive inner thighs.
Nyx squeaks as he's lifted into the air for Glauca to fold a pillow under his hips, canting them back and reminding the omega just how exposed he is. He twitches at the light, barely there kisses that tease down one thigh, ignoring his quivering slick. Glauca finds his scent gland midway and Nyx shudders violently, toes curling.
The purr jacks up in volume and then teeth are digging into skin, dragging a yelp from Nyx's throat. As fast as they appeared, Glauca releases his bite, tongue lapping. He nuzzles back down Nyx's thigh, breath flashing hot against his wet slick, before pressing his tongue to the base of Nyx's dick.
The omega mewls quietly, back to tugging on his restraints, Glauca's slow slide of tongue up the underside of his cock coiling the heat in his gut tight, tight, tight.
A hand slowly circles around the base, lifting his throbbing cock from his stomach for Glauca to swipe his tongue over the tip, lapping up the pearl of precome. Nyx whimpers as the general pays special attention to his glans, lipping at the flared edge, tongue darting out to wet it between filthy kisses. The hand circled at the base tightens to drag slow, slow, slow up his shaft, skin shifting over hard flesh.
He startles at the feel of fingers stroking gingerly over his slick in tandem with the hand wrapped around his cock, pausing occasionally to part his folds as if reminding him of how empty he is, prompting his slick to clench wantonly. The dual pleasures build up steadily and Nyx's world revolves around the next swipe of tongue, the next caress of gentle fingers, the next pull on his cock, Glauca always so, so careful with him.
When the general pulls away to run his hands up and down Nyx's sides, the omega trills and croons in denial, head clouded, his cock throbbing and slick dripping. He wants more, godsdamnitwannacomefuck, Glauca's touch having built his pleasure like the tide, slow and inevitable but worst of all, not enough.
The alpha croons back at him and Nyx is hyper aware of the hand now dragging down his stomach towards his jumping cock. He purrs at the finger that dips into the pool of precome to tease over his tingling glans, then caresses feather soft down his shaft. The finger jumps past his tightening balls to dip teasingly into his slick and Nyx mewls around his gag, frustrated.
"Oh you want it bad don't you, you knot slut," Glauca rumbles deep in his chest, adding another finger to tease over Nyx's slick.
Too far gone in his need, Nyx growls back, chewing into his gag. Then he's purring as a single finger sinks to the third knuckle into him, finally filling his hole, but nowhere near enough. Glauca chuckles and crooks his finger up to pet Nyx's g-spot, earning a small gush of slick and a muffled wailing moan.
And then just like that, Glauca pulls away again causing Nyx's moan to pitch into a shriek, his cuffs rattling against the headboard and his head tossed across the pillow violently.
"Yeah. Yeah, you want that slutty hole filled with cock, baby? Want to come with your slick stuffed full?" Glauca shifts above him and something scalding, and big, slides over his clenching, dripping slick a few times causing the alpha to snarl and Nyx to whimper. Glauca's heat and weight disappears again and Nyx finally processes that that was his cock sliding against him, so, so close to plunging into his more than ready slick.
He mewls and growls, hands fisted and toes curled against the injustice of not getting that cock thrust into him, pleasure denied once more.
Slowly, his breath evens out and past the pounding of blood in his ears and his own mental growling, he hears Glauca panting.
Seems the general is as affected as Nyx is. Good.
The bed shifts when Glauca returns and Nyx snarls curses, although the intent is muffled by the gag still in place, earning a full bellied laugh.
"Oh I'll take care of you my sweet thing, all in good time, don't you worry."
A careful touch to Nyx's thigh turns into a sweeping caress, teasing once again over his slick, drawing another growl from his chest. Glauca answers with his own and plunges his finger into him, angled to nail his g-spot hard. Nyx yelps, not expecting the harsh pleasure after Glauca's slow careful teasing, straining against his bonds as the alpha fingerbangs him mercilessly, driving him fast, toofast, to the edge.
And then the fucker pulls away again.
Before Nyx can snarl and curse and yell, Glauca uses the gathered slick to wet his cock and then starts a furious pace, jacking him off. The sudden switch doesn't keep the heat from building into an inferno and coiling tight inside him, but it is distracting enough to keep him from falling off the precipice.
Unconscious grunts and moans rattle behind his teeth at each pass of Glauca's fist, pressure building and his balls drawing up, not realizing he's baring his throat submissively. Nyx starts trilling as he draws closer to orgasm, hard as a fucking diamond and toes curled. Pleasedon'tpullawayagainpleasefuckplease.
Of course Glauca doesn't hear his silent plea. The bastard lets go and Nyx wails, feeling his cock throb in denied release, his slick clenching in sympathy.
The alpha croons at him, petting his arms and thighs and sides, ignoring the mess he's made between Nyx's legs. Fucking rude.
Nyx weakly thrashes in his bonds, growling and whining in turns and if he wasn't so far gone he'd be embarrassed by how he mewls for Glauca's touch.
Seemingly to finally take pity on him, Nyx feels the alpha's hands return. One gathers up his precome and fists his cock tight at the base, the other slips two fingers into his slick, honing in on his g-spot. There's a beat, then in an impressive display of coordination, Glauca begins to jerk his cock while fingering him. He increases the pace incrementally, never faltering, and Nyx starts panting. A third finger plunges into him, the sudden stretch delicious and Nyx gasps, pleasure heightened.
A rumble, the barest whisper of a croon and Nyx feels Glauca give one of his nipples a wet sucking kiss, drawing a line of them over his chest and down his stomach. The alpha shifts into a more comfortable position, still working Nyx's cock and slick, and he can't breathe, fuckfuckfuckhe'sclose.
The pressure starts to build and he genuinely isn't sure which set is going to come first under Glauca's skilled administrations, but Nyx is so ready for that sweet release. Of course the bastard suddenly slows his pace, drawing Nyx away from orgasm.
Again.
The snarl that rips free of his throat is feral in his frustrated rage even as he chokes on it seconds later at the fingers spreading meanly in his slick and stretching him wider, along with the fist clenched tight, tootight, at the base of his cock. Glauca chuckles at the omega's plight, planting a few kisses on his stomach in a mockery of soothing care.
"So impatient. We have all night to enjoy each other, sweet, slutty boy."
Nyx hisses in response, prompting another chuckle. Glauca returns to fingering and jerking him off, momentum building, and a purr rumbling in the alpha's throat. Nyx pants, flexing his toes as his pleasure inclines rapidly, held on the edge too many times this night for it not to rise swiftly, his muscles straining for release.
The filthy squelch of Glauca's fingers in his slick grows louder, Nyx's arousal flooding his channel in preparation, his breath starting to become choppy. Through the haze he vaguely notices the heat and pressure in his gut is far more intense than he's ever experienced before, nerve endings alight and practically screaming. Nyx whimpers and grunts, eyes rolling and too pleasure drunk to realize exactly why and what it is Glauca had been driving him towards.
The omega's cock is redredred, blood pumping and precome dripping to rival his slick, Glauca's hand close to a blur, his balls drawing tight once more. His slick feels looselooseloose, heat crackling higher and higher, the relentless stimulation of his gspot toomuchnotenough.
A sharp intake of breath cracks the silence for a brief second and holds for a small eternity and then Nyx is screaming, drowning out the rattle of his cuffs and Glauca's purr as he comes simultaneously with both sets of genitals, an explosion of pleasure raking over nerve endings.
He squirts so hard, Glauca's fingers are forced from his slick and his cock shoots high enough a line splashes against his chin, grunts and shuddering moans ripped from his chest. He jerks through each wave of pleasure, jolting like he's been hooked to a live wire.
And through it all, Glauca works him through the mind blowing orgasm, fingers dived back into his slick and hand drawing over his throbbing cock, crooning and purring and petting the overwhelmed omega until he goes limp, glistening with spend and sweat, the sheets wet with his slick.
The general is polite enough to stop stimulating him, hands lax at their posts, when Nyx sags into his bonds, trying to catch his breath.
One moment, two, the raging beat of his heart still loud in his ears, disbelief and pleasure still echoing. No way. No fucking way.
Nyx knew, in a distant off-hand way, that it was possible for him to come with both at once. But. But no one, including himself with the help of toys, has ever been able to do so.
Until now.
Holy fuck.
Nyx shifts, slick fluttering around the fingers buried inside and cock starting to flag, a small dumbfounded trill rumbling in his throat. Glauca chuckles, "Gave you a new experience did I? Such a shame." He draws his fingers out halfway, then plunges them back in, a fourth slipping in as an added stretch and prompting a yelp, another burst of squirt forcing itself between the digits.
"A beautiful omega like you should be treated better. What alpha in their right mind wouldn't take their time to make you scream."
Nyx twitches at the tongue licking over his stomach, cleaning up the mess from his cock. Which is still caught in Glauca's grip, the man stroking the sensitive shaft, keeping Nyx from going flaccid.
Glauca works slow and steady, attention divided between his hand on Nyx's cock, fingers in his slick and tongue on his abs skirting the line of toomuchgodstoomuch and keeping his skin buzzing with pleasure. He startles when Glauca sucks his cock into his mouth, the wet heat sparking the embers back into a proper fire. The pointed slide of fingers over his g-spot and Nyx's eyes roll back, overstimulated and suddenly wanting, his cock going full mast in an instant.
The alpha chirps and purrs in delight, vibrations punching him in the gut and, ohgodsfuckfuckfuck, swallows him down to the base, the head popping into Glauca's throat.
Nyx screams behind his gag, fingers and toes clenching, head tossed back and abs flexing as the alpha works his cock, head bobbing.
Glauca deep throats Nyx and pauses, nose buried in curls and swallowing continuously. His fingers plunge as deep as they can go and stay there to pet Nyx's g-spot, thumb pressed into the root of his cock under his already clenching balls.
The omega pants and squeals and shudders as he suddenly shoots another load down Glauca's esophagus, cock swelling with the crash of pleasure.
He's refused a respite when the general pops his cock out of his mouth, teeth catching teasingly on his flared head and changes focus onto Nyx's slick, a parting caress over the spongy ridge of his g-spot and Glauca's fingers slip from his hole with an obscene squelch. A brief kiss glances over his balls, the hot flash of breath, and strong arms sliding under him to curl around his thighs are his only warnings before the alpha buries his tongue into his slick.
Glauca's purr ratchets up a notch, tongue flickering in and out, maintaining the rapid pace. Nyx whimpers and attempts to close his legs, to keep the general theretheregodsyespleasethere, to try and bury that tongue deeper, anything for this buzzing pleasure that snaps and frizzles in his core, the bonds starting to creak with the strain of keeping Nyx wide open.
The alpha pulls back a bit to lip at Nyx's folds, playing with the sensitive skin and causing it to flush darker, before plunging his tongue back inside.
He doesn't know how long Glauca spends cycling between teasing and eating him out but his slick aches, almost throbbing, with how loose and empty he feels when the general finally pulls away. He needs- he needsneedsneeds something, anything, please, please, please-
Glauca croons at him, his presence hovering over Nyx in anticipation. The omega twitches at the thumbs spreading his slick open, mewls and growls and trills punching past the gag, pleading, begging.
Blunt pressure teases at his entrance, the fat head of Glauca's cock a prelude of what Nyx wantsneedspleaseplease, that pushes gentle, so gently, and pops in with the barest resistance. Nyx gasps and rolls his hips to shove that cock deeperpleasedeeperharder but finds himself pinned by Glauca's strong hands.
He growls, an alpha demanding obedience and Nyx mewls in token defiance but stops trying to break the general's grip, subsiding with a huff. He's rewarded with a purr and a few centimetres of cock sliding further in, working him open and holyfuckshit Nyx is suddenly glad Glauca had stopped him and used four fingers to work him open earlier.
The alpha feels massive, and as he works his cock into Nyx's slick in slow increments, he croons and chirps and lets compliments drip from his lips in growling purrs.
"Taking me so good."
"What a good boy."
"Such a beautiful omega."
Nyx trembles, entire focus on the cock splitting him open and trying to breath, he's so full, fuckyesfuckme, and he can tell there's still more. The head drags across his g-spot and he jerks against Glauca's ironclad grip with a gasp. The general takes note and the next push maintains the correct angle, the alpha chuckling at Nyx's garbled moan.
The weight of Glauca's head drops onto Nyx's chest and the next thrust is one slow slide out then back in, Nyx barely hearing the alpha's shaky groan over his own whine. He does it again, and again, and again, each going deeper than the last until Nyx feels the alpha's knot settle heavy onto his folds, teasing, then pushing further, stretching him wide. It's the first real stab of pain and Nyx can't help but hiss, Glauca immediately backing off and crooning in apology.
The alpha gives another slow thrust, stopping when his knot thumps against Nyx's entrance, panting, seeming to savor the feeling of being inside the omega.
Nyx pants, trilling continuously and clenching around the girth keeping him fullfullfull, a wailing moan dragged out of his throat at the first thrust, then the next, and the next delicious thrust into Nyx's sopping wet slick, the soft schlk, schlk, schlk of their coupling filling the air and getting faster by the moment.
On some unspoken signal, Glauca shifts and drops to his elbows over Nyx, his thighs bracing under the omega's, and proceeds to rail him, the sound of flesh hitting flesh cracking sharply in the air.
Nyx chokes on his next breath, startled at the cock now pistoning inside and lighting his core on fire. Low grunts escape him after each breath, the alpha fucking him up the bed, only to drag him back down, the fat head punching across Nyx's g-spot.
Whimpers fill the omega's throat, pleasure jack hammered higher and higher and higher, Glauca showing no mercy.
Nyx starts to convulse, teetering on the edge, his slick clamping onto the cock inside.
Just- just a little more. Therepleaseplease.
The general growls and fucks Nyx impossibly harder, pulling out until just the head is inside, only to slam back in to his knot, working the girth further and further in.
The both of them are caught off guard when Glauca's knot suddenly pops into Nyx's slick, stretching his hole to it's limits.
This is the final push Nyx needs and he goes rigid, back bowed and head tossed back as he comes with a scream, slick tightening like a vise on the alpha's cock.
Said alpha grunts and groans, tugging against the grip Nyx's slick has on him, caught on his rim and grinding inside the wet heat, dragging out Nyx's orgasm.
A snarl heralds Glauca's own release, the alpha's knot swelling to double it's size and Nyx mewls at the almost toomuchtoomuch stretch and the flood of heat in his belly, the aftershocks of his own orgasm milking more of Glauca's seed into his slick.
For several eternal minutes, Nyx's world narrows down to the gasping breaths of the alpha over him, the rush of blood in his ears and the blooming waves of heat inside him.
He shivers.
He rolls his hips, feeling the heavy cock shift and twitch inside.
He consciously flexes his pelvic floor, drawing out a husky moan and another burst of warm, silky seed.
A hot flash of want slides down Nyx's spine like honey, like none of the previous orgasms ever happened and his cock jumps, excited.
This prompts Glauca to laugh, a purr rumbling softly, "Oh you want more, do you?" He very gently tests their tie, eliciting growls and whimpers at the sparks of pleasure that sensitive flesh getting stimulated incurs. Glauca drops the consideration after the third tug of much the same and yanks his knot out in a rush of slick, Nyx jolting and yelping at the stretch on his entrance.
His hips are tilted back, preventing anymore of Glauca's seed from dripping out. Gentle fingers gather what had managed to escape, teasing Nyx's flushed, sore lips, before dipping inside, finger fucking the silky come back in.
Nyx mewls, slick feeling swollen and tender, but gods if he doesn't want Glauca to fuck him again, heat building once more in his core. He rolls his hips into the fingers thrusting inside him, cock plumping slowly to throbbing hardness, chirping at the General for more.
There's a huff of laughter, "Well then, this night has quite honestly taken an unexpected turn." Glauca pulls his fingers out, dragging the wet digits up Nyx's newly hard cock, "Not that I'm complaining."
The bed shifts and jostles with Glauca doing something that Nyx can't divine, other than the alpha repositioning? Until his legs suddenly drop from their bondage and are caught by Glauca. The alpha hums in consideration and proceeds to bend Nyx in half, followed immediately by his glorious cock sinking smoothly into the omega. Who moans long and low, legs twitching against the alpha's hold.
Glauca grunts, quite literally throwing either leg over his shoulders, the dip of the bedding on either side of Nyx's head giving away the position of his hands and then, ohfuckOHFUCKYESYESYES, Glauca pounds into his slick mercilessly, the omega loosened enough from the previous round for the alpha's knot to pop in and out fluidly, earning a little yip each time it plunges into Nyx's hole.
He stutters and moans, going limp and just- focusing on the pool of heat in his core, his slick full and his cock dragging on Glauca's abs.
It doesn't take long for Nyx to come again, his slick fluttering and squirting a mess over Glauca's cock. The alpha grunts and keeps fucking Nyx through the orgasm, the obscene sounds growing louder with his wetness and the alpha's pace. Glauca slams all the way in, knot swelling again and locking the two together, adding another load with a snarl, heat blooming lava hot inside and Nyx squirms.
He's certain that he can feel the seed settle heavy inside his womb and he whimpers, cuffs rattling again, not to escape, but to seefeelpleaseletmeplease. He's distracted by Glauca's hand clamping around his hard cock and stroking it tip to base, Nyx's foreskin being slowly worked over his glans in cycles of pleasure with each stroke.
The alpha chirps, letting Nyx's legs slip from his shoulders to splay out on the bed, still impaled on his cock. The omega mewls in response, not bothering to move, attention divided as he savors in turns the twitching cock inside, the heat of seed and the alpha working his own cock in gentle contrast to how he pounded his slick just a minute earlier.
Glauca chuffs at him, adding his other hand to rub his palm over the red, flared head, earning a low moan and then starting a gentle grind of his cock inside Nyx, stimulating his own knot on the omega's entrance. He does this again and again and again, Nyx's cock throbbing and weeping precome to rival the sopping wet mess of his slick that just gets wetter with the alpha's cock stroking his g-spot.
Whimpers and moans and trills fill the room, Nyx starting to lose his mind from the pleasure and between one heartbeat and the next, comes. Spread wide with cock and a pair of hands stroking him off slowslowslow, dragging out his come with each pull, his own seed spurting like a fountain over Glauca's hands and making a mess of his belly.
At this point Nyx is starting to feel the exhaustion pulling at him, muscles overworked and stamina at it's limit, but. But. Glauca hasn't stopped grinding inside him and gods it feels so good even if he's an overstimulated heap of nerve endings he doesn't want the alpha to stop. Not yet.
Fuckmefuckmefuckme.
Glauca picks up the pace as if hearing Nyx's silent plea, for once tonight, only his swollen knot popping in and out in filthy wet schlk, schlk, schlks. Utterly obscene. Nyx shivers and mewls at the bolt of arousal that shoots down his spine from that.
Glauca's hands clench bruisingly tight to Nyx's hips and grunts rumble in his chest and, ohOHyessss, fucks into Nyx deepdeepdeep and the omega is mewling as one last wash of scalding hot seed lights up in his core. He pants, toes curling and he definitely has a little paunch from how much come is in his slick, settled deep and warm and heavy.
Glauca muscles past his own sensitivity to fuck Nyx into one last orgasm, the omega screaming hoarsely as his slick clenches with release, an edge of pain finally making an appearance from the sheer number of orgasms the general pulled from him. He goes boneless after the last shock of pleasure wrings itself out, his entire body an ache.
The general is purring, smugly, Nyx can just tell, before they're both sighing and moaning as he pulls out, showing he kept his promise. Nyx's slick gushes with his own wetness but most importantly, the alpha's seed sliding heavy and warm and silky from his redloosesopping hole. The two pant and rumble and mewl and growl from the lingering pleasure while they try to catch their breath, a few last shudders working through their bodies.
Nyx wilts and starts to lose consciousness, unimaginably satisfied, any soreness just adding to the feeling. He chirps when his hands are released, then when the gag is removed, warm, gentle hands checking him over and rubbing out any stiffness. He feels Glauca start to unbuckle the blindfold but the sweet release of sleep is too powerful a draw and he drifts off, not even thinking about trying to discern the identity of one of Lucis' greatest enemies.
Much, much later he'll stare at the alpha across from him and regret that choice... immensely.