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“Waka… Um, this…”
Red rope slowly circling his mouth, forcing Thoma to open his mouth and drool starts to drips down to his neck, the end of the rope then tied tightly to an iron pole. Restraining him to move his head forward or else he’ll hurt himself in the process.
“Have you forgotten what you did to me?” Ayato asks as he tightly tying the rope to Thoma’s hand.
In which Thoma got some bitching going on
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"I'm too big to be an omega.” Varka all but forced it out of his own mouth, “If you can't tell, that is, omegas need to be small and delicate and nowhere near the ruins of war or if that's not common enough, alphas don't prefer hideous ones like me. I don't even look like one and I have no aspects of them.”
“But you have the perfect nursing resources for it.” Flins frowned deeper, “I don't understand.”
“Nursing resources?”
“Your chest.” Flins preened happily.
Varka felt himself flush hotly, his lips falling open as he cleared his throat and covered his chest in embarrassment, “My chest?”
“It's very large, perfect for nursing your pups or even your alpha if you're into that.” Flins states rather too normally, ogling at Varka's chest shamelessly.
or where,
varka had long accepted the fact that no alpha would want an omega as big and burly as him and he was actually fine with that fact until a sudden snowstorm sweeps him off his feet and makes him forget to take his suppressants, he ends up nesting all alone in the middle of nowhere with his heat clawing at him,
that is until a certain fae decides he really doesn't have to spend it alone.