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It was strange for so many people to be invested in a person’s natural body function, then again it was the same people that put so much value and status to secondary genders and tradition. That was just one of the many things on Albedo’s mind as he paced back and forth in his lavish chambers, practically locked inside until his first heat occurred. 

From the very moment he was conceived with magic and chalk dust he was told his purpose, be the perfect omega prince and marry into a powerful nation to protect the legacy of the childless royals his creator served. Every part of his life, from his appearance to his role all the way up to the exact date of his heat was designed to perfection by expert hands.

He always knew he was just a tool in a complex game of politics and people that he honestly didn’t care about. He didn’t need to know the whats and whys, he had a part and he’d play the perfect prince to a t. Nobody cared how the monarchs had a son, but they were all excited for the future he’d bring with his coming of age. His creator promised them, twenty one years and one day from the date of his creation his heat would come and would be ready for any alpha to claim him, satisfaction guarantee. Though they hummed and hawed at the wait, until then they taught him only the essentials, how to be a prince, how to be an omega, and how to serve his future alpha.

Those lessons barely scratched the itch of his unending curiosity, a byproduct of being around the miracle maker that was his creator. Though he was cared for and monitored, most treated him like a passive observer and barely paid him any mind. That left ample unsupervised time to be neck deep in books on the arcane, the same one’s his creator learned from and left unattended alongside her creation. It was only natural then, having nothing better to do and inspired by his creator that he became an adept magic user himself in complete secret, not that anyone would notice anyways.

No one cared what skills an omega brought to the table, unless it was related to sex or family making. That’s exactly what made his magic abilities something he took pride in, the one thing about him not manufactured but curated all on his own. It wasn’t something to flaunt to the public or for awaiting alphas, like his looks or mild manners, but something uniquely him that no one knew about. He knew that one day he would no longer have the time to dabble in the divine and mystical when his other obligations as an omega took over his life though, which was made more apparent the month of his twenty-first birthday.

That fateful September, he was bombarded by matchmakers and suitors and strangers all after the same thing, his hand in marriage. There was no time for him to be alone and practice magic when he had dozens of dates and official meetings to be dragged into on a daily basis, a very jarring change for the shut in.In the end, he left most of the decision making up to the people who’d been doing it for the past twenty years and had actual stakes in things, the monarchs, who whittled down the dozens to just three within the week. They left the final and most important choice up to him, more as a courtesy than a kindness as the three were all equally beneficial to the nation. 

A couple days before his heat, he was to meet the three of them for the very first time and choose his future husband based on whatever details they deemed important. The moment he stepped through the door, his nose crinkled at the myriad of scents hitting him at once and watched the three alphas instantly become enchanted with him. It was far too easy to please people with his presence alone, playing up the submissive and sweet act was his bread and butter afterall. 

Albedo could barely remember his options, their facial features and long winded monologues trying to sway him all blended into one, as he glanced down at their written biographies. He decided to choose what sounded best on paper, whatever personality traits they put down, achievements worth bragging about, and of course chest size and penis length since that’s what he’d be working with for the most part. He could’ve thrown a dart and see where it landed, but instead he chose the one with the biggest measurements and called it a night. It didn’t matter who they were or how they’d treat him in the future, all that mattered was to serve out his purpose. 

The lucky alpha’s reward was a day-long date with Albedo, who seemed nice enough and more respectful than some of the other people he’d had the unfortunate chance of meeting. This one seemed to care about his feelings and wants, which he reassured was far from necessary but they insisted, and practically beamed at the idea of starting a family in the future. Albedo could vaguely imagine having a somewhat good life with this one, even with their obsession with sniffing him and uncomfortably tight grip on his wrists as they walked, so he didn’t have much reservations. By the end of the night the alpha was more than elated, which was all Albedo needed to know that he’d done his job well enough.

The wedding took place the day before his birthday and, like most things in his life, went by in a blur of white and gold. Dressed in the finest silks and covered in the shiniest gold jewelry, he embodied the centerpiece he was always meant to be, most eyeing him up and wishing for a taste. The ring was equally extravagant with the large diamond embedded within, but he found it more cumbersome than anything else as it easily got snagged on things. He felt more emotion eating the first slice of his wedding cake than kissing his new husband, the rich chocolate cake had truffles embedded within and was paired with a thick buttercream that made it impossible to put down his fork. As he ate, he wished he could have disappeared into the crowd and have as many slices as he wanted but with all the hungry eyes on him it wouldn’t have worked anyways.  

His mind was elsewhere as the night ended, dreaming of the cozy chair in the corner of his room surrounded by candle lights and in his hand his favorite book on demons and monsters. The people around him told him that his birthday gift was solitude, being sent to his room to wait for the heat of the century. To anyone else it’d seem cruel, but they knew how much he enjoyed his privacy and how little alone time he’d get once he was mated. Albedo nodded and thanked them quietly before slipping back into his room for what would most likely be the last time.

His dress was a nightmare to take off but eventually it came off in one piece and that was more than he was expecting. Beneath the layers he wore snow white lingerie, a little surprise for his husband if he wasn’t absolutely wasted and wanted a preview, which he only took off the top of as he didn’t have much there anyways. He kept the lower half on, white lacy panties with some heart cut outs attached to the thigh high socks by a garter and straps, since even he could admit they looked good and were very comfortable. He slipped on his favorite gray poet shirt and threw himself onto his enormous plush bed, pants purposely forgotten since he knew he wouldn’t be getting any early guests. If this was the last time he’d get to enjoy his own room, he was going to enjoy it exactly the way he wanted too.

Time in his room seemed to crawl, but even that pace was too fast for him. As hard as he tried to maintain his job focused and unbothered mindset throughout his whole life, the final hours were starting to hit and hit hard. He’d always questioned the factors that came together to shape his life, despite being told to follow tradition he’d seen glimpses of a world outside of what’d he been taught. This hadn’t been the first time he doubted the role he played but he didn’t have much of a choice, he’d most likely be tossed aside if he’d ever shown signs of defying it. It was a bit late to actually act upon these beliefs now that he was hours away from accepting fate but it was hard not to think when you’re in the same room all day.

He was restless as he switched from laying down, to pacing his room, to sitting in his chair and back to pacing in an endless loop. Every time he looked away from the window and looked back the sky grew darker, the sun approaching the horizon with unbridled determination. He knew his time was ticking, he knew he didn’t have any options, and so he finally settled in his chair and picked up his favorite book to read one more time.

Maybe he felt some sort of twisted comradery with the beasts detailed within the old amber pages, most lived lives with clear objectives or one constant motivation that drove them on. For some, an endless hunger that could only be quelled by human flesh, the need to extend their group with more members, or given a request they couldn’t refuse. In a way, he could relate to those mythical entries more so than the people outside his door living lives full of endless possibilities. He would’ve thought more about this strange connection if a sudden pain didn’t wrack through his entire body and left him doubled over in an instant. 

As he wrapped his hands around his stomach and held it tight to dull the pain he realized exactly what was happening, his heat. He’d spent many lessons learning about this damned feeling, its purpose, its effects, and how to manage the insistent ache until his alpha was ready. He looked out the window and the moon was just starting to rise, his heat was early, his husband wasn’t here since he went back to his kingdom in preparation for tomorrow, he couldn’t leave his room since his scent would send people into a flurry, he was in trouble. Out of all the things that were perfect about how he was made, he never expected that his creator could be wrong, about such a crucial date no less. 

He tried to stand up and get out of his chair, but his legs failed him and he fell flat on the floor. His hand went to his crotch and the thin fabric covering it, only to find out that it was already drenched. Another wave of burning arousal shot through him, making his legs clamp shut and a loud whine escaped him. He felt the world spin around him, his sense of reason replaced with primal urges too powerful to ignore which made his hands slip past his panties and unconsciously start prodding the rim of his entrance.

 He was no stranger to pleasuring himself, something to do on lonely nights and as some preparation for his fate, but this time there was nothing stopping him from going a few fingers deep in on swift motion and pressing down on his prostate. The cry of pleasure that came out could probably be heard outside his door, but that was the last thing on his mind as he tried to chase the high with his fingers. In the back of his mind, he knew the only thing that could truly satisfy him was an alpha’s knot, a design choice to ensure breeding was successful, and that his fingers could never compare but that didn’t stop him from trying. As he fucked himself on now four slicked up fingers a sinking feeling finally settled in, that he’d be left agonizingly horny until his husband returned tomorrow afternoon and he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.

Tears welled up in the corner of his eyes as another wave of unbearable arousal tore through him, despite the now relentless pace he was pushing his cock refused to stir. He didn’t think that he’d become that  ‘mindless breeding bitch’ everyone told him to be, but every second the idea of being filled with cock and cum became all the more tantalizing. Every part of his body felt like it was burning, he wanted to be touched and grabbed or pinned to the ground by anyone at this point to distract from the pain but there was nothing except the wait.

 Through the haze of the heat and scraping together what little rationale he had left, he tried to stand up again by bracing himself against his chair with the goal of making it to his bed. Though it was only a few feet away, propping himself up on slick soaked trembling legs was a feat of strength of his own and taking the first step was a different story entirely. At the first step, he tripped and knocked over the table next to his chair, sending his book falling to the floor along with himself. 

Albedo propped himself on his hands and knees to look for what just fell, his eyes going wide at the sight of wethered pages. The book had fallen open onto the last chapter, the ones that spoke of cursed rituals and bewitching summons that had the power to level mountains and send kingdoms into ruins. They always remained a cautious fascination in his mind, without being taught outright he knew well enough they were a force not to be trifled with and the only type of magic he refused to use.

 It wasn’t that he lacked the capabilities to try, he’d honed his skill to a fine point and there was little he hadn't at least tested out, but more so lacked the reason. One would have to be in a truly dire situation to even consider calling upon the unholy for aid and even then only as a last resort as the costs were great and the stigma around its use would taint all.

At that moment the searing want in his gut reminded him of his predicament: desperate, alone, and with not much to lose. A perfect storm.

He knew what he was doing was probably one of the dumbest things anyone’s done in recent history, yet his free hand went for the book and started to flip through the pages. Somehow, he managed to find the exact subject he was looking for with his trembling fingers and constant rutting against the carpet. He’d decided long ago that if his curiosity ever got the best of him and he were to cast only one spell from this chapter, he’d summon a demon. 

They were known for their dealings with mortals, willing to fulfill any request as long as the price was right though that definition was often quite grave. Souls, sacrifices, positions of power, and more were often on the table in exchange for unholy influence and magic, which created quite the cursed reputation for everyone involved. Though Albedo never officially planned any particular offering, he’d always wanted to behold such wicked forces firsthand someday. As his last day of freedom, and as a self-given birthday gift, he reasoned that his stupidity was justified and no one would find out anyways. 

The process was deceptively easy, a flat empty surface to focus your attention towards, a dimly lit room with only the glow of candles, and reciting the summoning phrase over and over again, the real challenge was the magic energy necessary to make contact. Though he never for a second doubted his abilities to go through with the spell, he was less confident of doing it all while his left hand was busy with his ass. However, sheer determination and poor judgment prevailed as he flipped off the lights and sat himself on his bed, his book by his thighs and his focus on the wall above his bed’s headboard. 

As he held his hand out and began to recite the spell, another consideration came to mind a bit too late to stop him. This particular type of summon wasn’t for a particular entity rather a call into the void in hopes of an answer, leaving whoever would appear before him a complete mystery. Though he knew that the strength of his magic had some influence on who would respond, for all he knew he could be inviting a hellhound into his room but he hoped for something he could work with. He could always cut the spell short and try again, but his energy was already waning at the first cast and his heat wasn’t helping.

The candles in his room flickered as he could feel the tips of his fingers grow cold, the same sensation as when he drained his magic into machines or artifacts. On the wall he was facing a symbol began to appear drawn in a glowing blue, resembling a long tailed bird embedded within a circle surrounded by stars or snowflakes. He didn't have much time to look any deeper as a wave pain had him clutching his gut with his entire body, pulling back the hand channeling the spell. He tried to steady himself, taking a deep breath and looking back up at the symbol only to see it completely colored in with dark hues, a portal had formed.

Suddenly clawed hands emerged from the inky black and clung to the rim of the circle leaving cracks in the wall it was embedded in, pulling forward a horned figure with long blue hair. The room immediately felt colder, which should’ve been very unnerving if it didn’t offer a little relief from his own body, as a laugh echoed all around him. The pages of his book and strands of his hair began to flutter from the force of the portal pulling things closer, the candle’s flames were all pointed towards the same vantage point. 

Albedo tried to keep his eyes on the very real danger crawling towards him, but the moment his focus faltered the figure was gone and all at once that pull of the portal vanished alongside the rest of the lights. He could feel his gut drop, from fear or arousal he couldn’t tell, as he felt like he was alone but he knew better than to trust his senses now. Part of him wanted to take his eyes off the wall and frantically search for whoever he had unwittingly invited, the other part knew better than to panic in the face of something so powerful. He kept his face forward, tried to steady his breath, and waited, for what exactly he didn’t know. 

The room stayed mostly silent except for his ragged breaths and the lewd squelch coming from between his legs, which took a bit of the edge off the mortifying situation he’d put himself in. Honestly, Albedo was having a hard time processing his own fears and reservations with his mind half addled with thoughts of sex and self indulgence, the promise of werid freaky sex was exactly what brought him into this situation anyways. He knew he was a sight to behold, that’s the whole reason why he was alive today, with his legs parted and his cheeks the colors of roses against the white fabric that adorned his lower half. 

“Well, isn’t it my lucky day? Finally, I get to meet you in the flesh.” The room’s lights flickered back on cold hands latched onto his upper arms painfully tight, a low sultry voice spoke into the shell of his right ear from behind, the hairs on the back of Albedo’s nape stood straight. Albedo jerked forward on instinct followed by a high pitched needy whine, an apparently humorous sight as the entity laughed. Their grip stayed firm even as he tried to free himself, or at the very least turn around to face whoever was holding him. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this very moment, to have you call so I could answer.”

Albedo gave up squirming away though he kept pressing his thighs together, “Ah- Who are you? How do you- gah!” His heat was persistent in trying to ruin what little composure he had.

“Oh? What’s happening here?” That was the only warning he got as two new fingers penetrated his hole, ripping his panties off and streaching him out in the process. “ Oh. You poor thing. And yet you managed to bring me into the mortal realm and remain conscious? You’re even more impressive than I could’ve ever imagined.” When they pulled their fingers out, a trail of slick followed with them and the loss made Albedo whine.

“Please… who–”

“Call me Kaeya, that should be easy to say while in your state. Now, what could have caused such an intelligent and prudent magic user to dare call upon our kind. I’d love to hear it, my prince.” Albedo watched as the bronze hand around his arm moved down his body and towards his chest, pulling his entire body backwards with unnerving ease until he was flush against another’s body.

“I— this fucking heat– its killing me.”

“I’ve noticed.” Sharp nails dug into his cheeks as he was forced to look back, finally getting a proper view of the demon. He looked mostly like a human man with an eyepatch, though with bony obsidian horns and a slit eye the same color of his sapphire earring. He wore a blue coat with a fur collar that fit his noble figure, he could easily imagine the man mingling with the upper class instead of the inhabitants of hell, a wonderful treat for the eyes.

“I thought an omega as irresistible as you would have alphas at your beck and call. Where are those pests when you need them?”

 He pulled his head away and huffed, “Just help me deal with it. I’ll give you anything you want after.” 

Kaeya paused his ministrations, “Anything? Really now? For such a simple request, that’s quite generous you know, if not a bit dangerous. An open invitation like that… well you know how demons are.”

Albedo was surprised that this Kaeya didn’t jump at the chance to take advantage of his offer, he didn’t expect such a notorious being to have any tact, which gave him a chance to reconsider things. However, his heat spoke louder than reason and only seemed to get worse as the seconds ticked by, the next ache that hit him nearly bringing him to tears and making him whimper.He fell forward out of his grasp onto his bed with his ass up in the air, his left hand slipping out of his hole to put his shame on full display.

“ Fuck– I don’t care. I can’t handle this anymore, it hurts so much. Take whatever you want from me, I have nothing anyways.”

“I’d beg to differ, but that’s not why I’m here. I’ll think about what I want from you later, right now there seems to be more pressing matters at hand.” The demon stroked his thigh, “I’ll gladly accept the terms of our deal and while I’d normally shake on it, I think there’s a more appropriate way we can seal this contract.”

Albedo barely registered the weight added onto the bed as Kaeya removed his coat and joined him, his head in the clouds of lust and desperation that wiped away the rest of his rationale. He definitely noticed the hand on his waist pushing him onto his back and the hand cupping his cheek whipping away his tears, his touch felt like snow cooling hot coals in the shape of palms. Finally being touched and tenderly so felt so forgein yet so right, only wishing that the feeling was rougher and for more of it.

He wanted, needed to be, held down like a filthy animal and made to, “ Breed~ ” That was the only word he could muster to say.

“Ah, of course my little omega.” Kaeya moved the hand on his cheek up to run his fingers through blonde hair, petting as if to tame a beast. “Such an intelligent mind consumed by carnal urges which forever defines your place in the world, a waste by cruel design. But I can’t complain much, not when it’s granted me the honor of bringing you the greatest possible pleasure.Though I may not be an alpha, I can certainly give you the same euphoria as one as per our contract.” Kaeya took Albedo’s hands and held the side of his head then sat himself between Albedo’s stocking clad thighs, before pressing his body down to pin Albedo completely beneath him. 

 He brought their lips together into a sloppy kiss, his forked tongue easily slipping past inside and eliciting sweet noises like no other, as a way to finalize their arrangement. Unlike Albedo’s first kiss, a mere obligation he had as a bride, this one made his heart race and he found himself addicted to the taste. Albedo tried to kiss back with the same ferocity, but found he didn’t need to as Kaeya gave him all he could’ve ever wanted like he knew how much he craved it without needing to ask. His wedding was barely a flicker in his memory but this was seared into his mind the moment it ended, leaving him panting with his mouth agape.

“If only you could see yourself now, drooling at a kiss while you spread your legs like a well trained whore. I could hardly believe you’re a married man, the way you act like you’ve never been touched before, but that ring says otherwise.” Kaeya squeezed his hands gently but his eye was focused on the band of gold on his left.

“I- I- haven’t. Gah– Just yesterday… haven’t– haven’t consummated. First hea– ah~ ” 

Albedo’s poet shirt was ripped open down the center by sharp claws, giving access to the pale expanse of his chest. Kaeya smirked, “Apologies to your husband but I’m going to absolutely ruin you, make it impossible for him to ever meet your needs, even with his pathetic knot. It’s his fault really for leaving his adorable wife unattended when he’s needed most. Worthless alpha.”

Albedo felt bad smiling at that comment knowing it wasn’t the man’s fault for trusting his creator, but if he couldn’t remember his face then he certainly didn’t care that much. Besides, how could he possibly be thinking of another man right now when Kaeya was making a show out of rolling up his shirt and revealing his sculpted pecs. At least it felt like a show as he was taking his sweet time stripping, somehow elegant in the way he tossed his pants aside and finally letting Albedo see what he's been yearning for.

All of the diagrams, photos, and phallic toys couldn’t compare to the real thing right in front of him, even if it didn’t have a knot. Just by looking he could tell it was much bigger than what his husband was promising, if he weren’t dreaming of being filled so thoroughly its inhuman length would’ve been intimidating. Instead, the mere sight left him breathless and made his cock finally twitch with interest.Kaeya looked all too pleased with himself as he loomed over him, guiding his member to tease his entrance.

“Quite ambitious of you, letting someone such as I set your standards, but that look in your eyes tells me you wouldn’t have wanted anything else. Besides, I know you can take all of me like a good omega, right?”

At those words, something clicked in Albedo’s mind and in his horny haze focused onto one goal, to hear that sweet praise and play his part to the fullest. He bucked down into Kaeya and pushed himself onto his cock, for the first time cracking the demon’s composure and getting him to groan, “I- I can be good. Please, fill me with your seed. I’ll be so good!”

“My, that filthy mouth of yours. How could I say no.” He pushed himself all the way down to the hilt in one swift motion with ease, the sweet smelling slick dripping from his hole making it possible. Albedo’s back arched up as his hands scrambled to grab the sheets, his eyes rolling back as he let out a high pitched noise. He could’ve came right then and there, every inch opening him up reaching places he never thought was possible, hitting right where his heat seemed to emanate from. All the burning want was replaced with pure pleasure and he finally understood exactly why omegas would throw their life away just to mate. An incoherent chorus of noises came out of him.

Kaeya patted his cheek. “Words darling, tell me what you need.”

Albedo tried to focus and look at the beautiful beast with the most adoring look. “S–so full, Kaeya. Fuck me, please. Breed me already. Breed!”

He chuckled in a way that made his inventions clear, claws dug into the soft flesh of his thighs that dared to draw blood, “My little omega, I’ll do much more than just breed your tight hole. I’ll love you in a way no mortal could, so you remember exactly who your body belongs to.” Then he began to move, pumping in and out of him with reckless abandon and a wicked smile.

Albedo moaned as he thought of being filled to the brim with cum and made love to like a real husband, by someone he actually wanted to be with. No one told him how wonderful this moment would be, only that he had to make it feel good for an alpha which would consequently end the agony of a heat. With Kaeya he felt like a pampered prince who’s pleasure actually mattered for once, who seemed to get a kick out of each and every whine he fucked out of him. He didn’t even realize he was saying something in between them, some combination of ‘yes’ and ‘breed’ mixed with short gasps that was music to Kaeya’s ears.

“Ah– if you keep singing like that, I might fulfill your wish. Stuff you so full and well that you look knocked up so everyone knows you’re mine. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

His head was nodding before he even finished his sentence, “Yessss, I want– I need–.”

Kaeya hiked up one of his legs onto his shoulder and leaned down to kiss him, pushing deeper and harder than before. He caught Albedo’s mouth before he could really let out his scream, but the way his body tightened up around him made him hiss on his own. “Fuck, so good for me, love. Perfection.”

He loved the way Kaeya’s voice went straight to his dick, despite its neglect it was close to spilling over but he didn’t want this moment to end. The new angle wasn’t helping with that, slamming down against his prostate over and over made the edge of his vision blurr with each press. The pitch of his voice went higher and higher as he felt his climax coming, his hands flew up to grab at his shoulders. “Kaeya, I– close.”

“Go ahead, darling, you’ve been so patient. Just let it all out for me, can you do that?”

He didn’t need to be told twice, throwing his head back he gasped and squeezed his eyes shut as he came, warm spurts of white painting his lower half.

 Kaeya slowed to a stop, putting his leg down onto the bed to give the blonde the chance to recover. He was nowhere near close to being done, still rock hard and inches deep in his ass that only seemed to squeeze him harder, but his client’s satisfaction came first. Instead he opted to watch Albedo’s chest slowly rise and fall, his expression beautifully serene contrasting the sinfully lewd sight further down his body. He yanked at the blankets beneath them and gently wiped his belly clean, careful not to press the imprint of his dick through his gut like he wanted. Clearly exhausted, he was surprised Albedo even managed to mutter a weak, “Mhmmm.”

He sighed, brushing aside strands of blonde hair that clung to his face from sweat, careful not to scratch him with his sharp nails, “I know you’re sensitive, my dear, I’ll pull out slowly.”

“M– more.”

His hand stilled, “Did I hear that right? Or have I truly fucked you senseless?”

Albedo slowly shook his head, “More, Kaeya. Need to be filled. You haven’t– we’re not done here.” He could still feel that aching warmth in his gut, but with the post nut clarity settling in he could finally control his voice and limbs.

“Though I admire your commitment, you might spoil the fun you’ll have in the future. Are you sure this is what you want?” The last thing he expected from the person who, not too long ago couldn’t even form whole sentences, to pull him by his ponytail with a glint in teal eyes. 

“A– As per our contract, you are to help me through my heat and I’m not completely satisfied yet. You promised big things, and I expect to see results.” He rubbed his hand down to his belly that was already bulging from the cock still in him, “I’m not sure people could tell I’m yours yet.”

Kaeya took a second to be utterly stunned before recognizing the gift in front of him, “My sincerest apologies, my prince. Please, allow me to rectify my mistake.”

Albedo gave his hair another tug, “Get to it then, don’t make me wait any longer.”

He sounded a bit too smug to his liking so he roughly bucked into him, just to break his composure and get him whimpering all over again. Kaeya tsked, “You might be more eloquent now, but you’re still just a bitch in heat craving cock.” He started to rock into him and work up a rhythm, not too quickly but apparently not fast enough. 

“Ah~ If I can make sentences, then you aren’t– ah – aren’t doing your job right.”

“If you want it like that, then don’t go breaking on me afterwards, alright?” He pulled back as far he could go while still inside him and slammed right back in with enough force to push Albedo further up the bed, clawed hands went to pinning his waist to hold him steady as he kept his unrelenting pace.Kaeya knew that he was moving too fast even for the most experienced partner, but watching Albedo get hard again and hearing his moans fill the room was too captivating to care. The omega was asking for it anyways, with all his shameless taunts and perfect body begging to be ravished even after his first time, and he was just fulfilling his end of the deal.

“Oh, right there. Yes~ Ahh , fuck me harder. Fill me right up.” 

Kaeya’s grip only got tighter, without restraint he was sure he would have snapped some bones, “So wordy, allow me to fix that.”

 His eye landed on his neck, the golden diamond practically had ‘bite me’ written all over it, and he’s already leaning down to kiss it. Though he wasn’t mortal and lacked the instincts that came with secondary genders, he remembered something about marking that he knew the omega would enjoy. With razor sharp teeth, he’s careful not to rip right through his flesh and grazes the surface of his skin with his canines, but it’s enough sensation to send Albedo into a frenzy. 

“Bahhhh~ Breed…bite… bond…”  Albedo threaded his fingers though Kaeya’s hair behind his head and weakly pusheed him down into his neck. His back went off the bed again and his voice was screamed itself hoarse, it's a wonder that no one outside had heard him and thought he was dying. He was rewarded with a cold forked tongue pressing down on his diamond, though it lacked the edge of what he truly wanted. 

“In due time, if we’re not careful I might draw more blood than we want.” He went back to sucking on his soft skin, a compromise for not immediately caving into his needy demands. More wanton squeaks escapeed the blonde which made it harder to keep himself from drawing blood, like some sort of magic spell that holds complete control over Kaeya’s actions. The beautiful noises plus mental image of that golden mark marred with purple bruises and red nicks brought him to the very edge, just a little more and the omega’s wish would finally come true.

 In the meantime Albedo’s own cock began to stir again, the oversensitivity amplifying every sensation tenfold. If his instinct didn’t make him so determined to be filled to the brim he would’ve tapped out awhile ago, but he was always stubborn and he wanted to make the most of his choices. He tried to let Kaeya know but all that came out was a garbled, “Ahhh~”

“Mmmm, just like that, sweetheart. Make more lovely noises like that and I’ll give you everything. Be a good boy for me, Albedo.” Like he expected, the blonde was all too eager to please as he tightened up and moved to moan right into his ear, even teetering on the edge of release he had the nerve to spur him on to great effect. The last of his composure cracked, his hips stuttered, he bared his fangs and bit down, hard. 

He groaned into his neck as he came, the warmth he’d been indulging in all night grew cold from his seed, by product of being a demon partial to the cold. In contrast, the little bit of blood that hit his tongue felt like it burnt and tasted like the finest wine he’d ever had which tempted him to dig his teeth deeper. At the same time, Albedo had came too but only as a little dribble and a short groan, too tired for anything more. 

When he stopped biting, he gave the spot a loving lick and kissed the spots where he still bleed, a mark of pride. It took a couple of seconds for Kaeya to completely finish, but when he was done he looked down at his work and smiled. 

As he promised, Albedo looked just a bit fuller which was enough to satisfy his omega urges even without a knot to plug it all in. Albedo could barely muster a whine as Kaeya pulled out of his gaping hole painstakingly slowly, seed spilling out which he was quick to help put back in. 

He gave his ass a playful slap, which made him flinch, before letting his hands settle on his stomach, “So, my little omega, are you finally satisfied?“

Surprisingly, he hadn’t passed out right away and had the energy to talk, “I… certainly feel like I’ve had my fill, but we’ll see if my body betrays that. Haven’t actually been knotted, so my heat should still be wreaking havoc. Though I have been thoroughly fucked and your cum is strangly cold. I’m a bit numb to it right now.”

Kaeya laid down beside Albedo and held him flush to his bare chest, “My affinity for frost manifests in many ways, but I’m glad it worked out in your favor. No more bothersome heat clouding that brilliant mind of yours, a more fitting use of your time.”

Albedo blushed at the kind words before more concerning questions flooded his mind, “How… How do you know my name? I don’t remember giving an introduction and you seem to know a concerning amount about me.”

“With magic prowess like yours, how could I not know who you are? Demons are very attracted to all things arcane, especially mortals who wield it. Your summon caused quite a scene down there, but I’ve had my eye on you for a long while. Though I know some things about you from taking brief glimpses into your life, my knowledge is limited and I much rather hear it first hand.”

“Ok. Should I be scared knowing that?”

“You could be, it's a matter of perspective.”

“Ok.” He scratched his chin before speaking again, “So about my end of the deal?”

He gets pulled closer, “Hush, that can come later. Making you stay awake any longer is too cruel, now rest, my sweet prince.” He felt lips kiss the nape of his neck and, as his body stopped burning from his heat, finally noticed how cool his lips were. He focused on the sensation until he fell asleep, dreaming of cerulean hair and cold claws.

Albedo had never really wanted something like he wanted tonight, wanted to summon a demon, wanted to feel his hands against his skin, wanted to satisfy and be satisfied, wanted to choose for once. His creator chose his fate, his monarchs chose his husband, his husband chose not to be there when his body chose to go into heat, it was only fair he finally had his turn. Their hopes and dreams all rode on his back, but he couldn’t give less of a shit about their wants, which would only be reinforced when he woke up to screaming coming from the doorway into his room.

His eyes shot open at the shrill cry of his name, “Albedo, what is this blasphemy? Have you no shame? You couldn’t have waited a few hours?” The voice was vaguely familiar so he tried to tune out the barrage of insults thrown his way, but it wasn't until they mentioned something about, “The sanctity of marriage,” that he sat up. It was his husband, dressed in only his underwear clearly expecting to get things on and slack jawed, just about ready to maul the demon he’s sharing the bed with. He turned to Kaeya, seemingly amused by the ball of rage across the room and disinterested in responding, who noticed him staring and smiled.

“Morning, did you rest well, my dear?” He cupped his cheek and brought him in for a kiss, earning a growl from their audience.

“Get your filthy hands off my–” 

Kaeya flung his arm out and with a flick of his wrist encased the alpha in ice without batting an eye, “My, your husband is quite the nuisance. It’s far too early for that.”

Albedo sunk back into his pillows and huffed, “Please, don’t call him that. I don’t need to be reminded.”

“Newlywed rough patch already?”

“No, nothing like that. I… didn’t choose to get married, he’s just the alpha I have to please to make the monarch’s lives much better. I don’t want to think about all that right now.”

Kaeya’s eye softened, “I suspected something like that, mortal society has never been kind to those at the bottom, so let me take your mind off of things.” He perked up as he took his left hand and removed his wedding ring, letting it sit in the palm of his hand before crushing it with a metallic snap.

 He slipped out of bed and placed the broken pieces in his frozen husband’s hand, then gave him a gentle push so he’d slide out of the doorway. With a curt wave, he slammed the door shut before hopping back to his side with a pleased grin. “There we go, now about our arrangement?”

He glanced at where his husband once stood then back at Kaeya, “Right. What did you have in mind? Since my life as my own person is over after this, you can see why I don’t really care what you take.”

“I see. Most demons would ask for your soul, or perhaps make you their thrall, or simply take part of your lifespan and have you live in fear for the rest of your life. With you, all those options are far too tempting.” Kaeya licked his lips at the thought.

“I’m well aware of how most deals play out between our kind.”

“But, I’m not in the market for any of those things. I have plenty back home, and I wouldn’t want to waste such a unique opportunity. So what am I in need of?”

Albedo rolled his eyes, “You didn’t spend a night serving me for free, did you? No one’s that charitable. Pick your prize already.”

Kaeya snapped his fingers, “I know, I’ll just take you. I do need a wife.”

“Yeah, sure I can— wait. Say that again.”

“Oh, it’s perfect. I’ll bring you home and make everyone so envious, having such a revered magic user by my side. You’ll marry me and be all mine to fulfill your end of our deal.”

“That's– why would you– I mean I’m not opposed to it. To you, I mean.”

“Lovely, it’s settled then. We'll have to end your current arrangement, then get you settled into my home, make announcements… all in due time.”  He held his hands, “I promise to be a much better husband, be there when you need me, let you be more than just your body, and I could definitely teach you a spell or two. The perks of being mine.”

His cheeks grew rosey pink, “That sounds wonderful, actually. More than my previous marriage. It's strange, to be excited to be swept away by a demo–” he felt something hot shoot through him, an aching familiarity made his heart drop. His heat, that pesky thing, gave him a rude reminder that even with all these hopes and promises his body needed an alpha, the one thing Kaeya couldn’t provide.”Fuck, I’d almost forgot.”

“Oh, it’s back is it?”

He bitterly laughed, “Can’t escape biology, can I? I still need someone with the right parts if I want to think about anything other than dicks.”

Kaeya stroked his cheek, “Albedo, I might’ve lended a hand with your heat but I haven’t truly ‘helped’ you through it yet since it’s still going. All I need is your permission, my plan’s completely reversible but I don’t want to make that decision for you.”

“Well, I’m yours now so you get to do whatever you want with me.”

“But I’m asking what you want. I might personally dislike your heat, but there may be something you gain from having it.”

It was strange being asked for his input for once but it was very much appreciated. “Well I haven’t found it yet and you said you could undo it, I’m willing to try anything to stop this thorn in my side. In all honesty, everyone I know seemed to care about this moment more than I ever did, my entire life revolved around the day it finally happened, but I’m very tired of it.”

“Then let me fix that. You aren’t opposed to… let's say markings or brands are you?”

“The diamond on my neck is technically already one, what’s another in comparison.”

“Well, mine will be a bit bigger but you’ll be able to hide it easier. And it’ll be much more beautiful to match the man with it.” Albedo didn’t have time to think of a response as his blankets were tossed aside, exposing his bare thighs to the morning air. Kaeya’s hands slid down his body, taking his sweet time to admire every inch of his soft skin and slightly plump belly, before landing on his upper pelvis. He pressed down lightly, causing Albedo to squirm and some cum to slip out of him, “I did quite a fine job last night, don’t you think?”

“I wouldn’t have accepted anything less.”

“Me neither, I’ve never been one to half ass an assignment. Here, this might feel strange but try to stay still for me.” Kaeya held firm onto his waist and began to scratch a pattern into his skin with his long black claws, shallow enough not to cut but left a little sting

Albedo watched his hands move in tandem, swirling around to craft invisible patterns until he was satisfied. He heard Kaeya take a deep breath, kiss his canvas, and breathe out chilling cold air. He tensed up at the feelling, his hands naturally finding his way to Kaeya’s and clung tight. Then the patterned appeared, resembling snowflakes and stars and the whipping winds glowing the same blue as the portal he summoned, and his whole body felt pleasantly cool. He closed his eyes and relished in the feeling, the last of the ache finally fading away.

“Ohhh, that’s nice. What is it exactly?” 

“It’s my crest. Since my magic was able to stave away your heat, my mark should make it feel like nothing until it passes. We can do away with alphas entirely, now that you have me.” He kissed the mark again and a chill ran through him, replacing any burn that remained. “I’ll have to refresh its power every once in a while, a few intimate touches should do the trick.”

Albedo sat up as he traced his lower half with his fingers,“A considerably small price to pay for something so life changing. I don’t mind if it’s coming from you.”

“Only the best for my client and future wife. A miracle such as yourself deserves only the best, and I’d be willing to shape heaven and earth at your whim.”

“You flatter me, yet I haven’t even shown you anything worth the praise.”

Kaeya scoffed ,“As if last night never happened, enough with that. We have all the time in the world to watch you shine, and I know you won’t disappoint.”

Albedo thought about what to say next only to toss the thought aside and kiss Kaeya, catching him off guard but reciprocated all the same. He found the feeling as addictive as the first time, pressing closer and closer to the point of nearly pushing him backwards. Kaeya braced himself on Albedo’s legs and happily hummed, letting him lead this time around. Despite his lack of experience he was surprisingly good at kissing, enough to make Kaeya’s tail appear for him just to bounce with delight without him noticing. Instead of the typical skinny black tail that ended in a spike, it was long and feathery with eye patterns scattacted across them like a peacock’s, a hint to the demon’s true form. 

Albedo reached over to run his hands through them, Kaeya’s eye shot open and he pulled back with a blush. “Oh, must’ve slipped my mind. Though I try to keep my form mostly human, these parts like to make themselves known anyways.”

“They’re quite mesmerizing, I certainly don’t mind them. The more of you the better, I think.”

Kaeya blushed again. “You charmer, then they’ll stay out then. Just for you, Albedo.” He smirked before kissing him all over again.

Hours later, when the monarchs knocked on the door and got no response they ordered their guards to break in and check on the couple. Albedo’s room was eerily quiet except for the sound of water dripping to the floor. In the corner of the room, an exhausted and shivering alpha was thawing out the ice he was encased in, clutching to metal shards and too tired to speak of what happened. When they opened the door expecting chaos, all they found was a stack of papers neatly set on wrinkled bed sheets and a single quill styled after a peacock feather.

They were divorce papers, neatly signed in blue by Albedo.