Toru leaned forward to refill Kessler’s glass for the third time and was startled to see the normally clear liquid turn an awful, murky yellow. The room was suddenly cloaked in a thick silence as both Toru and the merchant stared at the disgusting looking liquid in alarm. Turning to look at the alpha, he noticed the sudden change in Kessler’s demeanour.
He stared at the merchant with narrowed eyes and suddenly seemed to ooze danger. The omega turned to look at the merchant and could see how much the man was sweating, eyes flittering nervously around the room.
“Disani,” Kessler’s deep voice sliced through the tension with such sudden, quiet force that Toru jumped in surprise. “Is a specially distilled alcohol that reacts to any contamination, even saliva. It is a very long, arduous process that wastes a great deal of otherwise perfectly consumable alcohol to create such a product. But the end result is very much worth the effort, wouldn’t you agree?”
The fat bellied man’s mouth opened and closed a few times but no sound escaped. Kessler continued in the same quietly menacing tone as before, “This particularly disgusting looking yellow colour is associated with a number of poisons.” He leaned forward and pushed the glass to sit in front of the merchant. “Drink up if you want to make a deal with me.”
The man suddenly lunged forward with a yell and Toru ducked the hand that reached for him, rolling away as Kessler had taught him. He sprang to his feet, grinning at successfully putting the gruelling training into practise. The fat man had nothing on Kessler. Toru turned to see Kessler already behind the man with a small dagger digging into his throat.
Familiar golden eyes burned with a feral light and a thin trail of blood oozed down the knife’s blade. A low, threatening growl rumbled out from Kessler’s chest and the fat beta pissed himself in fear. It took a few seconds for Toru to work out what had happened. By going for Toru, the man had inadvertently kicked Kessler’s alpha protection instincts into overdrive and Kessler had almost gone completely feral.
The door came flying open and an armed Morse and Jamil leaped into the room, quickly removing the merchant from Kessler’s grip. They pulled him from the room, leaving the alpha standing with dagger in hand and chest heaving. He seemed to be having trouble coming back into full control and Toru approached cautiously.
Kessler’s eyes caught the movement and he strode forward, dropping the dagger and picking the omega up, causing him to yelp in surprise, before Kessler sat back down on his chair with Toru in his lap.
The omega sat still, waiting for the man to calm down before even attempting to speak. He pressed his ear against Kessler’s chest and listened as his heartbeat slowed, steel arms keeping him trapped in place like usual.
“I’m not your little cuddle toy, you know.”
“Oh?”
Toru pulled away and scowled up at his alpha. “Seriously, don’t you ever tire of just sitting there cuddling me?”
“No.” The man actually sounded amused! “I doubt I’ll ever tire of such things.”
“You can at least grab your own drink! Do you like watching me do things for you so much?”
“Ah, that.” Kessler leaned over to pick up the discarded jug of Disani that Toru had been using to serve them earlier. He turned it over, showing the bottom of the jug which was laced in a very familiar pattern. It was covered in frost. “It’s not very often one gets a cold drink in this climate, I was quite enjoying the treat.”
“I didn’t even realise I was doing that.”
“Can you sculpt with it?”
“I used to when I was little.” At Kessler’s curious look, Toru raised his hands and visualised his power pool. The lush green grass swayed in a gentle breeze and a small amount of water covered the rocks at the bottom of the pool. Enough power for what he wanted.
Carefully Toru fashioned a long, thin stem and slowly added sparkling petals to the top. Under his cautious manipulations a rose took shape. It was something he had practised a lot while growing up, as it was his mother’s favourite flower and he had often left her little bouquets around the house to make her day.
Grinning in success, he proudly handed the rose over to Kessler. As thick fingers brushed across his own to take the glittering flower, Toru suddenly realised just what he had done. He stared in wide-eyed embarrassment as the alpha smiled at the rose as he inspected it.
Toru had just given Kessler a rose. Made from ice but the underlying meaning was the same, if not more meaningful, considering.
“Thank you, Toru.”
A large hand nudged his chin up and Toru’s breath was stolen from his lungs as warm lips brushed against his own. Toru couldn’t resist leaning into the embrace and Kessler took that as consent to deepen the kiss. Yharis, it felt so good.
This was bad.
This was very bad.
***
Toru groaned as he missed Jamil’s lunge and was knocked to his ass. It was like training with Kessler all over again except that this alpha would politely avert his gaze from him while the omega righted himself. So at least he didn’t have to deal with leering golden eyes while he picked himself up off the ground. It didn’t lessen the knock to his ego every time he hit the ground, however.
Kessler had given Toru permission to seek out training with the quarterstaff from Jamil and it had taken a week to convince the hulking alpha to agree. He wasn’t entirely sure if it was his perseverance finally winning the man over or if Kessler said something but Jamil eventually agreed and even had a custom-made quarterstaff commissioned to Toru’s size.
And much like Kessler, every time he crowed in delight over having ‘mastered’ something, Jamil quickly knocked him back down to size. Which either resulted in rapped knuckles or him landing on his ass. The wooden pole ended up being heavier than Toru expected but he was learning how to use the momentum of the staff to his advantage, helping him move with somewhat more ease and start to pack some power behind his connections.
Toru stood in front of Jamil, each with a quarterstaff in hand and this time it was the omega who lunged forward first. He was determined to not be beaten. Kessler’s teaching had helped immensely with being able to read his opponent’s attacks and he was far more surefooted than previously. Grinning, he dodged Jamil and was even able to get a connection as he countered, the cracking sound of wood clashing against wood filled the room.
Triumphant, Toru moved back, swinging the staff across his arms and made to lash out at the hulking man when his feet were suddenly swept out from underneath him. Toru hit the ground with a small ‘oof’ as the wind was knocked out of him.
“Don’t get cocky, kid.”
Groaning in response, he rolled to his side and took to the offered hand up.
“Yeah, I don’t think that’s happening anytime soon.” He dusted himself off and Jamil called it a day. Thanking the alpha, Toru stashed his staff away in storage before heading back from the small training building towards the main manor. He still had another training session with Kessler that evening that he wasn’t looking forward to, since his muscles were protesting their treatment already. But as the alpha said, no assassin would arrive at a convenient time for him.
Maybe Hemiko would sneak him some extra food before dinner to keep him going.
***
Toru stretched and was surprised to note the warm body lying next to him. Kessler rarely slept in, preferring to rise with the sun and would leave Luca to rouse Toru at a more reasonable time. Now that the omega was learning how to fight, he physically needed the extra rest.
Rubbing at his eyes, Toru turned to find golden eyes watching him intently. There was an odd look on the alpha’s face but before he could question it, the alpha yanked down the sheets covering the omega, baring him to his eyes. Toru squeaked when the man suddenly sat up and swung himself over so he straddled his stomach. What caught the omega’s wide-eyed attention however was the fact that the alpha was hard.
A very large, pulsing cock jutted out almost in front of his face and he hones
tly didn’t know what to make of that development. He swallowed, mouth suddenly dry when the man wrapped a large hand around his length and started to slowly stroke himself.
“Wha—?” His voice broke on the word and Kessler actually smirked.
“Oh? Like what you see?” A deep chuckle met the shocked gape and Toru couldn’t rip his gaze from the hand slowly pumping away. It was a far more erotic sight than he was prepared for when just waking up.
“We have an unexpected guest today. Another alpha, one from a high standing house within the Rokerean court. More importantly, a mischief maker with lofty ambitions. An untouched omegan pleasure slave would raise far too many questions and knowing him, he would quite enjoy taking my latest ‘toy’, as he would say, and having a taste before me. Worse still, he might try to bond you just because. So, I’m going to scent mark you. He is not interested in sloppy seconds.” Kessler gave him a lopsided grin as he continued with his slow ministrations.
Toru had no words to respond with and watched, alternating between the alluring sight of the alpha’s gaze half-lidded in pleasure and the oddly mesmerising act of self-pleasure he was partaking in above him. He could feel his own body responding in kind; his cock, small and chubby in comparison, rising to attention behind the alpha and the slick starting to ooze its way down his cheeks to soak the bedding below. Kessler shifted so he leaned over Toru more and the breath caught in the omega’s throat.
Fuck, that was hot.
It wasn’t the first time Toru had seen someone pleasure themselves, there was little privacy in the army camps, but never in such an intimate way. The way he stared down at Toru as though he was the cause of his pleasure, not his hand, was doing things to him. A small groan left the alpha’s throat and a jolt of pleasure ran through his body at the erotic sound.
That seemed to be the herald of Kessler’s impending orgasm as his strokes changed pace. Toru watched, wide-eyed and mesmerised, as Kessler came unglued above him. He was watching so intently that he jolted as the sticky white substance splashed over his chest with a little even landing on his face.
They both remained motionless as they stared at each other, the thick smell of Kessler invading the air and filling Toru’s senses. The slick gushed out at an even more alarming rate as his mind threatened to cloud over. A hand reached out to smear some of the cum into the scent gland at the base of Toru’s neck and he tilted his head automatically, allowing better access. Seemingly satisfied, Kessler sat back a little and observed Toru’s rapid breathing and blown pupils.
“Would you like a hand?”
“Huh?”
“I am offering to get you off in return, hands only of course.”
The alpha sat waiting patiently for a response and Toru was suddenly struck by the thought that Kessler would actually back off if he said no. He wouldn’t push or offer again and they would just go about their day normally. That was the only reason he could think of to explain what he did next.
He nodded.
Kessler moved off him and it wasn’t until he was spreading his legs wide that Toru realised just what he had agreed to. He opened his mouth to take it back when large hands spread apart his cheeks, a finger seeking forward to circle at his hole, and a moan escaped his open lips instead. The sound deepened when that seeking finger wasted no time slipping inside. Toru heard the dirty squelching sound caused by the copious amounts of slick as the finger slowly, carefully began to move.
Toru threw his head back, closing his eyes and just felt. The alpha’s fingers were larger and thicker than his own and reached much deeper inside than Toru’s could. They felt far better than anything he had ever felt before. He jolted as pleasure lanced down his spine and he arched off the bed, moans falling from his lips more freely.
One finger continued to carefully massage his pleasure spot until he was moaning in a continuous stream before another finger slipped inside and Toru almost came then and there. The stretch felt good, so good, with a hint of a pleasant burn. He was far too aroused to feel much more than the barest hint of pain.
The fingers moved together expertly and Toru felt like he was losing his mind. They didn’t change their slow pace and it was too much yet not enough all at once. He was straining, trying to chase release when a warm hand stroked over his stomach, across his hip and down his thigh in a soothing gesture and that was enough. Toru gasped as his muscles tensed, his hole clutching at the invading fingers as though trying to suck them in further.
He was panting, trying to catch his breath when he realised Kessler hadn’t removed his fingers.
In fact, they started to move again.
Gently caressing his pleasure spot, the alpha held Toru’s trembling thighs and steered him through more waves of pleasure, this time tinged with a hint of pain at the over stimulation. Toru was begging now, although for what, he honestly couldn’t say. But the fingers didn’t stop and barely minutes after orgasm he was forced into yet another. This time he felt it even more, an intense pleasure of release that he usually only found in the depths of heat.
The omega could only whimper as he realised the fingers were still moving. Every nerve ending felt alight and his entire body convulsed as another orgasm was wrung from his body. This time he felt it deep in his bones, his eyes rolling back into his head at the overwhelming feelings.
It took a while to back down from his high and when he did, he suddenly noticed that the fingers were still in place inside of him but this time unmoving. Toru looked dazedly at Kessler and the alpha finally slipped his fingers free, more slick splashing to the bedding at the movement. A small whimper left his throat at the sudden sense of loss but he was soon distracted by the alpha straddling his stomach once again. His large cock pulsed in his hand and somehow it looked even harder than before. Three quick jerks were all it took and Kessler was cumming over Toru again.
They were motionless barring their heaving chests before Kessler pulled himself off his omega and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Toru boneless on the bed.
The only thing that Toru could think right then was that the alpha had reacted so strongly to Toru that he came a second time almost untouched.
That was a surprisingly satisfying thought.
***
Renato carried his dead-to-the-world omega into the main entertaining room and carefully laid him on the cushioned bay window. The lacy curtains kept out the harsh light of the sun and he leaned over to open the window so the omega could take advantage of the cool breeze. He had only given the omega a cursory wash down before stuffing him full of his favourite fruits. The omega promptly passed out in boneless exhaustion and would most likely sleep for some time. He smelt of sweat and sex and Renato.
Toru smelt and looked thoroughly used and Renato couldn’t help the fierce grin of satisfaction.
He hadn’t wanted to do that so soon. He had wanted to wait until Toru came to him and was rewarded with the satisfaction of the omega willing asking for it from his own free will. But having Toru trust him enough to agree was still a win. As much as he preferred to wait, he wasn’t about to risk his little mate getting stolen out from under his nose by the trickster who had showed up unannounced.
But no one looked twice at a used pleasure slave. Toru would at most receive a cursory glance and then no doubt be dismissed out of hand. Even better if the sated omega slept through the entire visit.
Renato looked up as a discreet knock rapped on the door and he walked over as it opened. He was greeted by a cocky smile and glanced to a tense looking Morse standing behind the intruding alpha.
“Berend.” Renato stepped forward, clasping the other man’s forearm. “What brings you to Cosa?”
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“Kessler! I hope you don’t mind the sudden visit. I just happened to be visiting for business and thought I must drop in to see my old friend.”
Renato moved back and gestured the other alpha inside. The man swaggered in as if he owned the place, looking about with keen intere
st and Renato shot a look to his steward. The beta gave a slight nod at the unspoken command and left. He turned back to Berend and gestured for the man to take a seat on one of the comfortable recliners in the centre of the room.
“I trust you have had a pleasurable visit to my province?”
“Always. Cosa is such a pleasure to visit, good climate, good alcohol, and good brothels. Excellent for business. Which unfortunately is what brought me to your idyllic side of the world. Although I can see that I have interrupted your pleasure time.” He waved a hand over at Toru’s sleeping form. Berend didn’t look at the omega but instead observed him with a cocked eyebrow. “So someone finally offered flesh to the liking of the great Prince of War. How intriguing.”
Luca entered as Renato was taking his own seat and set about pouring them each a glass of Disani. The beta bowed and kept his eyes downcast, acting the perfect attendant. The other alpha waited until he took a sip of the alcohol, clearly taking a moment to savour the taste.
“Ah, this is what I am here for. You have the supply of this excellent vintage so tightly controlled it’s impossible to find even on the black market. But of course, I can always trust my old friend to serve some when I come visiting. Truly, I would have joined my uncle in his tours of the brothels but for wanting a taste of this fine delicacy.”
“I can assure you that this year’s brew is a particularly perfect blend. Although I doubt you came just to sit and listen to me extol the virtues of my alcohol endeavours.”
“Don’t be so uptight, Renato, I’m here for pleasure not business. As hard as that may be to believe. Truly, you are all work and no play. Or at least so I thought until I spied the fine little specimen you have displayed in the window. He is a pretty little thing and how rare that you have a playmate.”
He gave a small, dismissive shrug. “Litton presented him to me as a gift after I did him a favour. I was not allowed to decline so I may as well make use of him.”
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