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Suren woke up with a hard on. Not especially surprising, because he was a newly presented alpha. Honestly, he knows he should get an omega soon, but people in the castle are endlessly gossiping about who he will decide to choose. With all these people gossiping you would've thought there would be more variety in the omegas they talk about, but no, he thinks, they all mention slender waists that you could cup with a hand, hair that shines like moonlight, and pheromones as sweet as strawberries, never muscles that you couldn't wrap your whole hand around, or pheromones like pomegranate chocolate, and eyes that could look into your soul, he sighs.
He startles as the valet, Merrin, knocks on the door, before entering. "Good morning, Your Royal Highness. Your bath is drawn, and breakfast will be at 8:00." Suren sighs before reluctantly getting up. "What do we have for today?" He asks as he trudged to his bathing chambers.
"You will have a meeting with Xandrin diplomats to cement the treaty, where you will find a suitable Xandrin omega in the afternoon." He shakes his head as he undresses to bathe. The water was not scalding anymore, but it was hot, and it did wonders to ease the tension from his aching muscles from yesterdays' practice with his tutors. It was only a few more months before he will beome king, so his tutors are harsher than ever. He works the scented oils and soaps onto his skin randomly before rinsing and drying himself off.
As he heads to his chamber, towel slung around his waist, he dries his hair with a smaller towel. In the chamber is a small, dainty, omega servant, laying out the clothes he is to be wearing. As the omega looks up, a blush appears on his pale cheeks. "Y-your Royal Highness!.. I am just about to leave!" True to his words, he sets down the polished boots and rushes out, a whirlwind of white uniform, freckles, and a heavy blush.
Suren chuckles to himself. He's fairly sure the omega's name was Winston, but he's not certain. Deciding not to dally, he puts on his clothes and leaves for the breakfast room. He gets there in the nick of time, on the threshold of what is considered impolite, but not yet crossing it.
"Goodmorning, mother, father." He says, kissing the Queen on the temple, and taking a seat on the right hand of The King. Soon, food is served, and he digs in. Suren fills out some paperwork in his study until Merrin knocks on his door to announce that the Diplomats have been spotted and will arrive very soon.
Once the Xandrins have unmounted from their horses, he greets them all heartily. One by one, they flip down their white hoods of their cloaks, worn because of the harsh sun.
God strike him dead if the Duke of Xandrin wasn't his fated mate. He had long, beautiful blonde hair pinned up in a casual hairdo to keep it out of his way while riding, with creamy skin and striking blue eyes, with (dear lord,) muscles. Not the ones that small omegas develop to defend themselves without an alpha, or for sport, but muscles as in you need to use two hands to wrap around a bicep and god, his height. If Suren ever wanted to kill himself, he would just jump off of the Duke and die. (the duke is perhaps 3 inches taller than Suren's own 6'2) Even though there was about 15 yards between them, he could already smell his pheromones, a mix of smoke and honey, with a tint of lemon.
He nearly swoons right then and there, but keeps himself intact enough to greet the Xandrins. It may or may not be suspicious that he insisted on taking The Duke to his chambers personally, of whom he was intoduced to as Carmen, instead of the other, pretty, young, and soft Xandrin omegas they brought along to have Suren marry to solidify the treaty.
He insists Carmen must be led to his room to get settled, promising that all his luggage will be delivered to his room. As the good alpha he is, Suren has already arranged for the softest materials for Carmen to use for his nest.
"You are so very eager to lead me to my chambers, pup." Suren always prided himself on being smart, lethal, and commanding, but having Carmen call him a small, mere pup did something to scratch his Alpha brain the right way, which in his opinion, was kind of weird, but whatever. "You must get settled before anything can happen." said Suren, trying not to melt.
"Here we are, your chamber." Carmen didn't need to know that the servants nearly broke their backs trying to move the bedding and blankets from where the duke was supposed to stay to the room across from the pentulant prince's chamber in the 6 minutes the prince could delay Carmen.
Carmen smiled at the amount of care in the room as he looked around. The room was scentless, of course, just for Carmen himself to scent. It was decorated beautifully, with turkish mosaic glass lamps haing from the ceiling, as well as silks around the room. There was a gorgeous carved wooden table ladden with extra blankets and pillows for nesting, and the bed looked a mile wide. It was a big four-poster bed with arching curtains all around in golds, dark reds, blues, and greens all around.
"Thank you, Your Royal highness." He started unpacking his things from the trunk that the servants had put in his chamber, as promised. Suren, for unknown reasons even to himself, lingered for a while longer. Carmen raised an eyebrow. "Do you need anything, Your highness?" Suren startles, and with a sly smile, he says coyly "You're very pretty, you know that, Your Grace?" he purrs boldy.
Carmen raises an eyebrow. "If you're done joking around, you can go meet the omegas that have been chosen to contest for your heart." he says, shooing Suren away. As Suren walks away, he thinks 'there is no way he meant it, right?'
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Carmen was invited to dinner with the Royal family by a dainty looking omega maid. He introduces himself as Winston, and damn it all if he wasn't just about the cutest little thing Carmen has ever seen, with a ready but shy smile and freckles everywhere. Winston was asked to help pick out Carmen's clothes for the dinner, not because Carmen couldn't do it himself, but because he was just so eager to help.
'Just like the pup,' he muses, chuckling to himself. He rather thinks the kid has taken a fancy to him, but by golly, he was 13 years older than the pup. Suren was about to become King at just 23 years, and hasn't had an omega yet. Carmen was slightly surprised, becuase with his tanned, smooth skin, and chocolate brown hair, with flashy blue eyes, what omega wouldn't throw themselves at him?
It turns out, the answer was not many, because there were piles of flowers left outside the gates, each morning from admirers.
He was startled from his thoughts as a shy, tiny tug on his sleeve tried to catch his attention. "Yes, Winston?" he said, giving the omega maid a smile. "Y-our clothes are ready, Your Grace." He announced, with a slight stutter.
"Thank you, sweet." He said, rising from his padded chair, and into his closet, where as promised, the clothes were. He changed into the formal clothes and was led to the dining room with the Royal family by Winston.
"I take it that you are comfortable with your Accommodations, Your Grace, Carmen?" The King boomed after Carmen had sat down next to Suren. He looks around, smiling at the other Xandrin, as they take their seat.
"Yes, Your Royal Highness. It is very comfortable. I must thank you for the fine blankets and quilts you've sent my way." Carmen says, with a slight smile. "Nonsense, you are our guest!" said the Queen, "So, how is your mother, Carmen? I have not heard of her in a long time."
"She is well, abeit tired around the evenings." Carmen says warmly. "She will be happy to know you still think of her."
Soon, the food comes out, and all that was heard was the clinking of glasses and silverware, chewing, and tales of what happened to the Xandrin convoy durning the trip from Xandrin to Ehros, where they are now.
Suren leans over to The queen and asks in a very low whisper, "Is the Duke mated?", With a wild blush on his brown skin. The queen laughs, "No, Suren, he is not, but his last experiences have not ended well, so it is best to be careful and patient."
Suren, the kid he was, was not careful or patient, and resolutely decided that he would earn Carmen's heart, except he had no plan except pathetic whining, which he doesn't fully know Carmen would like or not, so he decided not to risk it.
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Later that night, in his chamber, Suren was hot, his knot already half formed, and straining against his trousers. He palmed himself against his pants as he leaned with is back agaisnt the door heavily. As he unbottoned the pants, his knot sprang free, meeting the cool air against his feverish skin, he let out a hiss. He was desperate, being so close to Carmen's hair he could smell the perfume and pheromones all dinner long without anything he could do without presenting as rude.
He gripped his knot with a desperation and haphazardly stroke it, whimpering along the way. It hurt like crazy, having to stroke dry, so he spat on his hand and moved along, envisioning Carmen there to guide him and that his spit was Carmen's slick.
He thought of Carmen under him, warm, wet, and willing. Of him climbing up muscled, thick thighs to something without a doubt, puffy and pink and slicker than grease. His spine arches against the door, his spine protesting, and the pressure in his gut doesn't help. He wants to see the man spread out under him, and the face he'll make when he makes sure his load catch , when he'll be able to breed as he pleases.
He’s cumming the next second. Suren gasped like he's been stabbed, heart stuttering the same time his knot pops over his fist and he's shooting ropes across the chamber floor.
His knot aches, locking with the air, and not a warm bitch like it was promised in his mind. He sighed, waiting for his knot to go down. He was in his prime, so it took around three quarters of an hour to go down, hurting like hell throughout, and all he could do was clean himself up and slide into bed.
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Carmen sighed, looking at the folded blankets and his bed. Really, he was too wired to make a nest, but he couldn't feel safe without one, so he thought, 'fuck it', and threw the blankets onto the bed, threw himself on the bed, and made a vauge oval-like indent in the middle.
This was perhaps the most atrocious nest that has ever existed, and shame on him, as an omega, but damn it, he was leaking slick like crazy through his lacy panties, and his snatch was squeezing and contracting, looking for something to clamp down on. His poor chest was full of milk because durning the journey to Ehros, there wasn't a single time he could sneak off to somehwere to pump.
He was already aging down on his prime, with less heats a year and fertility going up in the rare times he went into heat, but his breasts continued to make milk, just a bit slower.
He tried to please both of his assets, but it just wouldn't do. Shoving four fingers inside, past his panties, he rode them hard. Sitting next to Suren did something to his omega brain and veered it quite off track. He smelt of dust, anise, and molasses, and it was fucking heavenly to even catch a whiff of it, much less being near him. It was just so wrong, because Suren was only 23, and he was already 36. What alpha in their prime would waste it on an old bitch like him?
It was tiring work, trying to ride something as mediocre as his fingers, but then, the only thing that could possibly sate him now was Suren, and there was no way in hell he could do that to a pup. He sighed heavily, groaning as his wrist brushed against his clit, making sparks that traveled up his body and straight into his scrambled mind. Carmen grinded down on his wrist, going about as fast as he could.
He rode and rubbed with a fervor, trying to get the heat out of his body. Already were pearls of milk dripping from his nipples, without any coaxing. He used the hand that was supposed to stable him on the bed up to his puffy nipples and pinched hard, moaning quietly at the sensation. If only it were calloused hands rubbing and squeezing and running over his love handles, he thought. He ran a finger down his dripping folds, trying to wear himself out, but nothing could do. milk was flowing down freely now, and it was getting hot everywhere on Carmen's molten skin, as he finally came. He collapsed down onto soft blankets, panting, and groaning, riding out the waves of pleasure.
Once he was settled, he wiped himself down, threw the soiled blankets into the laundry bin, and fell asleep.