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hyunjin wasn’t naive. As an omega, he would eventually be selected to be wed and bred by an alpha. He didn’t expect it to be a king though.
Lord Bang Christopher Chan was a name everyone knew, no matter how far you travelled throughout Japan. There were thousands of rumours and very few of them were positive. It was said that the alpha had a harem of a hundred omegas, none of which were good enough to carry his offspring. When he was tired of them, the unfavourable omegas were sent to the kitchens to be made into a feast, all to satisfy their king one last time.
Hyunjin didn’t believe the rumours but he couldn’t help but consider the possible truth behind them the moment Lord Bang’s gaze fell on him for the first time. His eyes shone like rubies, cold and distant. His scent, like kindling fire, earth and cedar, stung Hyunjin’s nostrils.
“Name,” the lord demanded, standing above Hyunjin with his arms folded and tucked neatly in the sleeves of his ornate kimono. Part of him was in awe of how regal the alpha looked.
“h-hwang Hyunjin,” he supplied, voice quiet and wavering. “Not for much longer.”
In moments, a servant was on him, fastening a collar around Hyunjin’s neck. To his horror, the suffocating collar came with a leash, which the servant dutifully handed to their lord.
“No wife of mine will hold a peasant name,” Chan said definitively. “You will be Bang Hyunjin.”
“W-What?” Hyunjin stammered, suddenly dizzy and confused.
“Ensure the handler is paid handsomely,” Chan addressed the servant who bowed deeply in response. The king turned his attention back to the newly purchased omega, cold and unreadable. “Stand or I will drag you.”
Hyunjin swallowed, feeling the leather press against his Adam’s apple. With the shaky legs of a newborn doe, he stood, only to be tugged forward abruptly. He nearly tripped but recovered to follow Chan, barely a metre behind him. He didn’t want to be dragged across the tatami.
Lord Bang led him to what Hyunjin could only assume to be the royal chamber. Chan firmly held on to his leash, assessing him from head to toe. “Undress.”
Hyunjin stiffened, not expecting the order. He wanted to protest, but the fear lingering in his gut made him resist.
With sweaty palms and fumbling fingers, he disrobed, allowing his robes to pool to the floor. A crisp autumn breeze drifted in from the open doors to the private garden. He shivered and gooseflesh formed, but Hyunjin couldn’t say if it was from the chill or Chan’s predatory gaze.
“You’re quite pleasing to the eye, for a mutt,” the king commented as he grazed his talons across Hyunjin collarbone. Surprisingly, the lord left no markings in his wake and continued to softly explore Hyunjin’s skin. Pecs, nipples, abs, biceps. Chan let out a hum of appreciation.
“You don’t smell like a plague rat either, not like other omegas.” Chan leaned in, pressing his nose just above the collar and inhaled while Hyunjin did his best to hold his breath.
“Honey, lavender and bergamot, how sweet,” the king teased before licking over his pulse point.
“What are you going to do with me? Add me to your harem?” Hyunjin finally snapped, unable to hold his tongue any longer. Regret and fear immediately weighed down his gut, making him flinch with anticipation of Chan’s ire.
The lord barked with laughter, leaving Hyunjin baffled.
“My false reputation precedes me, I see,” Chan mused, trailing his claws gently, though dangerously, down the centre of Hyunjin’s torso. “I assure you, there’s no harem. I have bedded many omegas, yes, but none have been so enticing to keep around.”
“Did you eat them?”
Lord Bang let out another incredulous laugh. “Not in the cannibalistic sense, no.”
The pads of Chan’s fingers travelled lower and lower until they reached the mound of pink manicured hair. Hyunjin gasped softly, uncertain if it was out of fear or arousal. “Hyunjin.”
He shuddered at the sound of his given name on the king’s lips. “Yes, Lord Bang?”
“Entertain me and behave. Do those things and I will make you my wife.”
Tears prickled in the corners of his eyes as Chan’s sharp fingers dipped between his folds. Hyunjin was untouched, even by his own hand, and he didn’t know what to expect. When the pad of Chan’s finger brushed over the pink nub, Hyunjin let out a sharp gasp. It felt good but… he also felt violated.
The alpha’s smell intensified, filling Hyunjin’s lungs with the smoky forest-scented pheromones.
As embarrassed and reluctant as he felt in that moment, his instincts responded eagerly. When Chan pressed a finger inside, his cunt was already slick and preparing to be bred.
His conscious mind wanted Chan to stop, whereas his animal instincts just wanted more.
Chan retracted his fingers after only a few moments, catching Hyunjin off guard. The alpha’s middle finger was coated in his slick. A flush rose to his cheeks when Chan brought the finger to his mouth, tasting him with a pleased hum, as though he were sampling a rich dessert.
“You taste as sweet as you smell,” Chan said with a wicked grin, licking his finger clean.
Without warning, the king tugged on his leash, escorting Hyunjin to the large, plush futon.
“On your knees,” Chan commanded, gesturing to the foot of the bed.
Hesitantly, Hyunjin complied. He may have been a virgin but he could guess what was coming next. Crimson eyes watched from above, looking at him expectantly. He took the hint and untied the sash holding Chan’s kimono closed, fumbling out of nervousness.
The animal instinct inside him salivated when he saw Chan’s cock. His lips parted in awe, shaken by the size and girth, uncertain how he would fit it in any cavity within his body.
His leash was pulled taut, forcing his mouth to be pressed flush against Chan’s length.
“Show me what you’re worth.”
A chill ran down Hyunjin’s spine, identifying the underlying threat in Lord Bang’s words. Keep him entertained or be disposed of. With a shaky breath and trembling lips, Hyunjin shyly licked the tip of the king’s cock.
Another tug on the leash.
“I don’t have all day, brat,” Chan hissed, fisting Hyunjin’s hair and shoving his face against his length. “Now open your mouth.”
Hyunjin obeyed, opening up and allowing the tip to penetrate him. Shame filled his guts as Chan forced his way inside, causing him to choke.
With tears rolling down his cheeks, Hyunjin forced himself to relax his jaw. Part of him wanted it to feel good for Chan, enough to keep him interested. Another part of him simply didn’t want to resist so it wouldn’t be any more painful than it needed to be.
“That’s a good little mutt,” Chan purred while pushing Hyunjin’s head down further until the tip of his cock collided with the back of his throat. He coughed around the alpha, feeling sick and on the verge of puking, but he held it back out of stubbornness and willpower.
With tears, snot and saliva trailing down Hyunjin’s face, he looked up at Chan with glassy eyes. Lord Bang watched him, face twisted with sadistic pleasure and amusement, but there was something else there. Hyunjin dared to think it was pride, and a dark part of him keened.
Coughs and other guttural noises sprung from Hyunjin’s throat when Chan thrust into his mouth, pushing further and further until his nose met with the garden of pubic hair. His nose was pressed flush to Chan’s skin and his throat was full, making breathing a challenge. Consciousness was getting farther away as he sputtered around Chan’s cock. Pulling off wasn’t an option with the alpha’s hand firmly grasping his skull.
As darkness clouded his vision and his eyelids grew heavy from the lack of oxygen, Chan finally allowed him to breathe.
“Hm, your mouth takes my cock well enough,” the king commented, cradling Hyunjin’s saliva-soaked jaw. Chan spoke as though he was assessing a pig for slaughter. “Let’s see how your cunt takes it. Roll over.”
Hyunjin fought the urge to sob, worried about his burning throat. He rolled over like the well-behaved dog he needed to be to gain Chan’s favour. Being used purely for the lord’s pleasure made him feel humiliated, but his body betrayed him, tingling with excitement. His thighs were moist with slick, his cunt responding to Chan’s pheromones.
A firm hand gripped his hip painfully and he felt Chan shift closer to him. The breath was knocked out of him when the head of Chan’s cock breached his entrance, swallowed by Hyunjin’s greedy hole.
Penetration stung, but it was pleasurable just as much as it was painful.
Tears and saliva soaked into the futon where his face was pressed down, forced to take the alpha’s cock as Chan pounded him. Hyunjin’s entire body felt as though it was on fire with a litany of emotions: shame, arousal, fear, gratitude.
He did and didn’t want it simultaneously.
“What a good, obedient bitch you are,” Chan said, as if he were praising Hyunjin. Maybe in the king’s mind he was. Maybe keeping Hyunjin around to use him was a compliment.
Hyunjin wept and clenched around Chan’s cock, the sounds of skin slapping together in lust feeling far away.
It was sudden and involuntary when his pussy convulsed with joy, causing his whole body to shudder with the orgasm rippling through him. Squirt slid down his thighs and lubricated Chan’s cock, making it easier for the alpha to sink inside Hyunjin for his own gratification.
His pace was ruthless until Chan’s knot finally caught on the rim of Hyunjin’s cunt, forcing him to remain nestled inside.
The alpha’s teeth found Hyunjin’s shoulder, biting down hard enough to bleed and mark him—not as Chan’s mate but as a thing he owned. When he felt the alpha’s seed fill his pussy to the brim, Hyunjin could only think one thing: ‘I am nothing but a possession. I belong to him now.’
—
Being Bang Chan’s betrothed meant completing near-impossible tasks in order to spare his own life.
Hyunjin suspected that, were he to prove his worth, he may see a more affectionate side of his husband-to-be. Although, the most likely reality was that Chan didn’t have a soft side to begin with.
Few liberties were afforded to him in the first weeks of captivity. Days and nights blurred together while he was tethered on a ten-foot chain within the royal chambers like a misbehaving hound. Most of the time, he was alone, aside from the servants tending to his basic needs—enough food and water to sustain him but not enough to satiate him.
When he did leave, it was on a leash at Chan’s behest. Lord Bang only spent time with him when he wanted something, that something usually being sex. Hyunjin was forced to warm his cock with a hole of his choosing, even in front of servants or during political affairs.
At night, he curled up and slept at the foot of the bed, even after Chan used him, conscious or not.
When his first heat came, he expected Chan to eagerly breed him. What he didn’t expect was to be sent to a small, windowless room akin to a cell to ride out his heat alone.
Hyunjin was uncertain how many days it lasted. His body burned as he nested himself in a few thin, ratty blankets and wept. The world faded away during his timeless delirium, only to be disrupted when the door finally opened again.
When he saw Chan’s silhouette backlit in the threshold, he wordlessly reached out for his king, clenching and opening his hands repeatedly like a child.
“You did good, pup,” Chan praised him sweetly and, for once, his smile was absent of cruelty. He held Hyunjin like something precious and carried him away to be bathed.
Hyunjin realized in that moment that he had to suffer to become the perfect mate for his king. He was returned to the royal chamber without a leash because he earned it.
For the first time since arriving, Chan removed his collar and soothed the irritated skin beneath.
Hyunjin knew that everything he had endured led to the moment Chan kissed him for the first time. His stomach coiled with heat and his heart skipped a beat when their lips met.
Melting against his alpha, Hyunjin felt as though he found a home in Chan’s arms; he belonged there.
Hyunjin loved him and Chan loved him back. He was certain of it. He had to be.
—
A sob tore through him when Chan marked him during their first heat together. He cried even harder when his alpha—his mate—allowed Hyunjin to mark him in return.
He wanted to worship Chan.
His husband was so kind and gentle, even when Chan was bruising or scratching him from the ferocity of their mating.
“I love you,” Hyunjin repeated religiously, breathless as he was bred and fucked into oblivion.
Chan didn’t need to say it back. Hyunjin knew from the way his husband continued to scent and mark him until he was black and blue.
—
All it took to turn Chan into the doting mate Hyunjin always wanted was a baby. The moment Lord Bang learned his wife was pregnant, Hyunjin felt accomplished.
He wasn’t an idiot. Mated or not, Hyunjin knew that he was still just a possession for Chan to own. But, as his alpha kissed his pregnant belly and catered to his every whim, Hyunjin felt happy and secure.
He was the only possession Chan would ever love.