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He's not ready for this. Being forced into a wedding dress is one thing. Getting married to a man he doesn't know is another. Getting married in front of the whole country and having them all know that he's the only unmated omega in captivity is an entirely different ballpark.
The dress is beautiful, don't get him wrong, but he can't wait to get out of it. In fact, it's probably the most elegant thing he's ever seen. It's a long, strapless gold-white dress that accentuates his pecs. Aether is pretty sure that it has real gold sewn into the fabric. He wouldn't be surprised. It seems like something his soon-to-be husband would do.
Oh archons. He's getting married. He almost starts crying again, but he knows he'll be yelled at for ruining the hours of makeup on his face. Someone hands him a bouquet of peonies and hydrangeas. He holds them tightly to his chest, "You're on in a minute, my Queen," an attendee informs him.
"Fuck," Aether still doesn't know how to walk in heels. They tried to teach him, but it was no use. He'll probably trip over himself whilst walking down the aisle.
At least he looks nice. Lilies have been braided into his long blond hair, a pearl necklace adorns his neck, and, once again, his dress looks amazing. He approaches the door, taking one last look in the mirror. Saying that he's nervous is an understatement. The entire kingdom will be watching him get married to the king. He's going to be the queen of Snezhnaya.
It's all so overwhelming. Alas, Aether takes a deep breath. Two young girls pick up his dress so that it doesn't get dirty. He can hear them whispering about him.
"I heard he's from a different world."
"My daddy said that he's a whore for marrying the king. What do you think that means?"
"I don't know, but it's probably not good. Did you hear about how he got here?"
"Yeah. The Regrator found him in Fontaine and dragged him here. He must have been super weak to be kidnapped like that."
Aether sighs. They're right. He's weak. He should've escaped. He needs to find and save Lumine. She's in danger. If only he wasn't an omega.
The guard near the door signals for him to go on. He walks out into the church. An organ is playing the wedding song, and he clutches the flowers even closer.
And then he sees him. His soon-to-be husband. Tartaglia.
He makes his way towards the podium, glancing around to see guards aiming their muskets at him in case he makes a wrong move. He gulps, continuing to move forward in time to the music.
Aether can see people whispering around him. Most of the children are smiling at him while their parents talk about how he'll be sleeping with the king tonight. It's not like it's much of a secret. Everyone knows that omegas either go into heat willingly or are forced to do so on their wedding night.
Everyone's staring at him. It takes everything in him to not break down from the pressure.
The church has been decorated for the occasion. It's covered from head to toe in the same flowers he's holding, and there's a giant white and gold banner above the podium with an image of the Tsaritsa, their archon, on it. He's been told that it's to signify her blessing for the new couple.
Aether's almost at the podium now. Almost in front of Tartaglia. Almost. He's so close…
"Come here, my Queen," Tartaglia's voice stops him right in his tracks, "Don't be shy."
His smile is off-putting. Aether hates it. He hates everything about this. If only Lumine were here. She would know what to do. She'd be able to get him out of this. The omega walks up the stairs to greet his king. This is really his first time seeing Tartaglia up close. There was the first interaction, of course, when he was shackled and brought to the throne room so they could meet.
That had been it, though. And it's been two weeks. During that time, he had practiced for the wedding, got fitted, and had testing done to make sure he would be a suitable bride for the king(unfortunately for him, they didn't find any problems). They also had to keep him hidden in the case that some lousy guard or servant would give in to his scent and mark him. He wouldn't have been surprised if that happened. Omegas are extremely rare to find in Snezhnaya.
Now that he's actually facing his king, his husband, Aether's more nervous than he's ever been. This is what he's doing for the rest of his life. This is it. Being mated and used like a common whore. For the rest of his life. His legs feel wobbly as he steps in front of Tartaglia. Thankfully his long dress hides his nerves.
The ginger smiles and winks at him.
"Shall we begin?" Some old fossil of an officiant asks. Tartaglia smiles, taking Aether's gloved hands. He instinctively jerks away, not used to physical contact. From his world, it's not common to touch others unless you're in a relationship with them, so he hasn't had much experience. That's why he's most nervous about the mating ritual. Sure, he's slept around before, but this is something entirely different, "Alright. Today, we have gathered under the watchful eye of our God, the Tsaritsa, to see King Ajax of Snezhnaya marry Queen Aether of…"
He blacks out the rest. By the time they get to the vows, he quickly says "I do" just to get it over with. It's not important what they want him to do. All he needs to know is that he is to be the bearer of Tartaglia's heir.
Those excited blue eyes look into his amber ones, like they're expecting something. Aether has no idea what he wants from him, though. To be enthusiastic about it? He'd been kidnapped! There isn't much to be excited about. Maybe this was thrilling for the other.
Tartaglia holds out his hand for him to take. He reaches out reluctantly and is almost immediately pulled into a kiss. It's long. Too long. The crowd cheers, which makes Aether want to vomit. People can see them. They can see him . It's embarrassing to say the least.
The prince- no, the new king, pulls away, but it still stings. All of those eyes on him. The people laughing and cheering. Yet Tartaglia smiles through it all, waving at the people in the crowd, "Pretend like you're having fun," the king whispers to him, "It's a lot easier that way."
Aether stares at him bizarrely, but does as he says. It does make him feel somewhat better now that he is accepting his fate. But this is just what Tartaglia wants, right? For him to give in?
"Walk with me," he extends his arm, which Aether shyly takes. They walk past the cheering crowd and into the palace, "Ignore them. Hi. I'm Tartaglia. And we're married."
"Yeah," No shit , "Thanks for trapping me here."
Tartaglia takes his arm away, continuing to walk down the hall, "Wasn't my idea, love."
"You can do something about it, though," Aether follows him, picking up the front of his wedding dress so that he can walk easily, although the heels they put him in make it rather difficult to not trip, "Let me go, please. Humans shouldn't be treated like this."
"Hm," the redhead stops walking, letting Aether catch up to him, "I don't think a lowly omega should be talking to me like that."
He picks Aether up, slinging him over his shoulder, "Gah! Put me down!"
"I don't think I will," he can almost hear Tartaglia grin, "I tried playing nice with you, but you didn't even try to return the favor. We're going upstairs."
"No! Please!" He knows what waits for him up there. Mating. Marking. Everything he doesn't want. He wants to be free. That was his favorite thing about traveling with Lumine. Neither of them cared about what the other did, as long as they were safe. This just feels like his old world all over again.
"If you really didn't want to end up here, you wouldn't have gotten caught by my men."
"Fuck you!" Aether thrashes his limbs, pounding on Tartaglia's back with his fists. It's no use. Despite how he looks, the man is pure muscle.
He resisted capture. He really did. He had done everything in his power to get away from the Fatui, but it wasn't enough. They got him in the end, and now he's paying the price for not being strong enough. Maybe Tartaglia's right.
"Actually, I think it's gonna be the other way around."
Now that was a low blow. Aether growls, attempting to knee him in the ribs. It doesn't quite work, Tartaglia grabbing his leg and sharply twisting it, "You're a feisty little thing, aren't you?"
"Ow, what the actual fuck?" He reaches for his leg, but the prince grabs the back of his neck. It's basically a way to stop omegas from doing anything, kind of like the scruff on a cat. He can feel his instincts take over, forcing him to shut down his body. Aether chokes when he can feel the skin being pulled on. He looks up at the prince, "Let. Go."
"I'd always heard that this was effective at shutting omegas up, but I didn't think it would actually work," Tartaglia laughs at him, actually laughs, as he forces him up the grand staircase, "I had my servants prepare a special outfit just for you."
"I don't want any fucking outfits. I want to see my sister. Where is she?"
"Like I would know," he walks them into a dimly lit bedroom that smells of lavender. Aether hates lavender. It reeks of the stuff his mother gave him during his first heat.
" Take this ," she said as she gave him a bowl of what seemed to be soup. It smelled strongly of a certain purple flower, " It'll help ."
The 'soup' she gave him knocked him out. They had been a poor family. When Aether presented as an omega(Lumine presented before him, but she had been a beta), his parents decided to sell him for money. To the people of Teyvat that would probably be seen as selfish and horrible, but on his home planet, it was perfectly normal. Male omegas were highly valuable. So they sold him.
Lumine found and saved him from a horrible fate as a sex slave. Unfortunately, that seems to be the same predicament that he's in right now, and Lumine is nowhere to be found.
Aether coughs, "Put me down."
"So demanding," Tartaglia tsks, setting him down nevertheless onto…a bed. Not totally out of the ordinary, but he'd expected something less comfortable from the king, "I'll have to train that out of you."
Train? The fuck does that mean?
"Any special requests before we start? Or anything I need to know?"
The petite blond scoffs, "Like you care."
"I'll let you know, Aether, that this is my first time, too," Tartaglia announces, "So I'd like to take care of you."
"Who said this was my first time?" He laughs, laying back and spreading his legs. The wedding dress spreads as well, revealing white, lace panties. Whoever dressed him knew what they were doing. He might as well get this over with. He's horny, after all, "Come here, Ajax ."
"Oh, you're a little fucking whore, aren't you?" The king grins. He's still standing, which Aether doesn't like. He attempts to get up, but Tartaglia pushes him right back down, "Who was it? Huh? One of my guards? An archon? I bet it was Barbatos or Morax."
"What? Are you jealous?"
Tartaglia huffs, pulling something off the dresser, "Put this on."
Aether looks down at himself, "I'm already dressed."
"What did I say, slut?" Aether burns red, snatching the outfit out of Tartaglia's hand without looking at it. They share a quick glance, which Aether immediately turns away from. He looks around for a door or a changing room or something, "You're changing in front of me."
Tartaglia goes to sit on the bed, putting his hand between his own thighs. He spreads them so that Aether can see the bulge in his pants, "Go ahead. Strip. Or do I have to make you?"
Aether sighs, taking off the straps of his dress. It's uncomfortable to change in front of a total stranger. When he shifts his leg to step out of it, he whimpers at the sudden sensation of 'the surprise' moving inside of him.
Scaramouche, one of Tartaglia's friends(?), had come into his room late one night(he still doesn't know how, considering he was heavily guarded) and told Aether that if he didn't give his friend a good time that he would personally make sure his life became a living nightmare. So when he came up to the blond and gave him a dildo, asking him if he knew how it worked, he eagerly nodded and tucked it in his nightstand drawer. He hadn't experienced pleasure in such a long time. Agreeing to Scaramouche's terms seemed easy enough. Just put it inside the day of the wedding. Along with the toy, he also gave him a small flask.
"Take this the night before."
"Why? What is it?" Aether asked skeptically.
Scaramouche had smiled. The alpha smelled so good at the time. Aether almost begged him to fuck him because of that. He could tell just from looking at him that he was experienced, "You'll see. Now, one last thing. Have you ever done this sort of thing before?"
Aether blushed, "Yeah, but it's been a while. It would be nice if a strong alpha like yourself could show me the ropes again."
His purple eyes gleamed with interest. He went to where Aether was sitting and slotted himself in between his legs, leaning down to whisper in his ear, "Beg for it, omega."
And so Scaramouche fucked him. Hard. And it was really good. Like, really good. But Aether couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. As much as he likes it rough, Scaramouche was a bit too rough.
Tartaglia doesn't seem to notice Aether quivering. He just keeps watching as Aether picks the dress up off the floor, "Where should I put it?"
The king stares for a few moments too long at the beauty in front of him. His white underwear is snug around his waist, and he can see a bit of wetness soaked into it. Aether's body is something else entirely. He's slightly muscular, but not overly buff and still petite. Essentially, Tartaglia's dream omega. He can't stop eyeing at his pecs, which he can't wait to see swell once he gets him pregnant.
Aether catches on to what he's doing and quickly covers his crotch with his free hand, "Your Majesty?"
"Oh, yeah. The dress. Um, you can leave it on my desk," Aether moves to face the desk. It's way too cluttered for such a beautiful dress, but he gently places it on top of all the letters and scrolls nevertheless. He walks back over to where he left the other outfit on the ground, finally getting a good look at it, "I believe I said to fully strip, Aether."
"I-I can't," he can't. If he does, the dildo will slide out of him and it'll ruin Scaramouche's plan. So he decides to tell him the partial truth, "It's, um, a surprise!"
"Ah, I see," Tartaglia smiles as he watches Aether gasp in embarrassment and horror at the outfit his husband picked out for him, "Do you like it?"
Like is nowhere near how he feels about it, "Do I have to wear it?"
"My advisers said it would help me get it up faster, but I'm already hard, so I guess not," he shrugs, slightly disappointed. Aether lets out a sigh of relief, dropping the cow-print lingerie, "Are you ready?"
"Are you?" Aether laughs, walking over to where Tartaglia is sitting. He strokes his face, and the redhead leans into the touch. His hand wanders up to stroke his hair, "I mean, you've never done this before. Do you want me to help you?"
Tartaglia flushes red. Aether chuckles, tightening his grip on his hair and pulling his head back with it, "It's ok. It's not like I have much of a choice, and I want this to be as enjoyable as possible for me. So I'm gonna walk you through it."
He sits on his lap, wrapping his legs around his husband's back and his arms around his neck, "Should I talk?" Tartaglia asks, clearly nervous and embarrassed about the entire situation, "I mean, I can, I just don't really know what to say."
"You can do whatever you want. I don't really care about your experience, as long as I have a good time," Aether says bluntly. He pulls the ribbon out of his braid, untangling it so that the flowers that had been braided into it fall to the ground and on the bed. His hair flows loosely around his shoulders. As Tartaglia watches Aether shake his head to get out the remaining flowers, he stares at the golden, silky hair swaying back and forth. It might just be the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, "What?"
"Oh, I was just admiring my wife," he takes Aether's chin and pulls his face in close, "My precious little omega-"
"Yeah, don't say shit like that. It's weird. How about we just start with kissing? Save the dirty talk for later. Have you ever kissed anyone before?"
Tartaglia quickly nods his head, before slowly shaking it, "No, I haven't. I just never really got the chance. Between battle and training for battle, I never really got to meet any omegas aside from my mother and sister."
Aether internally groans. This is gonna take longer than he initially thought, "Ok. I guess I can teach you. Just do what I do."
"O-ok," the blond leans in, and so does the redhead. Sapphire blue eyes meet golden honey ones as they press their lips together slowly. Aether closes his eyelids, so Tartaglia does the same. It's quick, but it's enough for the king to get the gist of it, "Wow. That was amazing. So now what?"
"We keep going. Usually I like guys to be forceful with me. You know, force your tongue in my mouth, push me on the bed, that sort of thing," he's actually getting excited by this. The idea of someone accommodating his needs. Especially as a queen . It's fun to be in charge after being locked up for so many days, "Do you know what to do after that, though?"
"I know I'm supposed to cum inside you," Tartaglia shrugs, "But I don't really know what leads up to that. I'm sorry, I know this probably isn't what you expected."
No, not really , "It's ok. It's your first time. I'll show you the ropes," he goes back in for another kiss, this one more intense and passionate. Tartaglia takes full control as Aether suggested, his tongue pushing inside of his mouth as Aether mewls helplessly.
A stray hand curls up his thigh and brushes against his panties. His eyes shoot open. Tartaglia doesn't seem to notice, too focused on sucking on his lower lip. Aether decides to try and relax, letting his king wander his body with his hands. He starts moving his hips against Tartaglia's erection, desperate for friction. They both moan into the kiss, eager to get closer to each other.
Aether pulls away, "Maybe kiss my neck and go down from there? I like being marked. Do you know how to give hickies?"
Surprisingly enough, Tartaglia nods, "I used to give them to myself when I was younger until my nanny told me what they were."
"Ok. Do that."
The redhead obliges. First, he goes in to kiss Aether's lips again. When Tartaglia seeks entrance from him, he gladly opens his mouth. The smaller man tastes like vanilla and sugar. It might be because he's an omega(they tend to each have different scents and tastes), but to him, it tastes absolutely delicious. Aether whimpers as his mouth is devoured by Tartaglia's tongue, his arms wrapping tighter around the alpha, "Mmph!"
Tartaglia's hands that had been lightly squeezing his hips travel to grope his ass. Aether pulls away from the kiss, "Oh, fuck, Tartaglia!"
"Call me Ajax," Ajax kisses down his neck, teasing around his sensitive scent glands. Right around that area, he starts sucking gently, grazing the skin with his teeth.
"Hng, Ajax!" Aether whines, grinding down onto Ajax's bulge. They both moan from the friction and Ajax bites right next to his mating mark, which drives Aether absolutely crazy, "Please!"
"Please what?"
"Please, mark me there!"
Carefully, Ajax shifts their position so that Aether's back is to the bed. He rolls Aether onto the bed, still on top of him, as his alphan fangs start to grow.
"Ok, I'm gonna do it," Ajax announces. It's weird talking with extra large, sharp teeth in his mouth. The blond nods, careful to not move too much. If he's going to be forced to mate with this man, he wants it to be as painless as possible. But he's not ready for the pain that comes from Ajax sinking his teeth into his mating mark. He can feel his body try to calm him down, his instincts telling him that it's natural, but it doesn't really help. Tears immediately flood his eyes.
It hurts like hell, yet it's one of the most pleasurable things he's ever experienced. It's a very strange sensation.
He rolls his head back in ecstacy, Ajax still rutting against his crotch, "O-oh! Archons!"
Ajax carefully removes his fangs, their bodies both fully sated, and he swiftly grabs Aether's neck and head to hold him up and inspect the wound. It looks like it's already healing, which is a good sign. Most omegas are able to heal very quickly in that area. His biology tutor had explained that to him.
"Are you alright?" He asks cautiously, gently dropping the omega's head on the pillow, "I didn't think it would hurt that much. I'm sorry."
"N-no, it actually felt really good," Aether giggles, drunk off of pleasure, "I think I came."
"Oh?" He looks intrigued, "Do it to me."
He flips them so that Aether is on top. The omega leans over him to braze his neck with his canines. Omegan fangs aren't nearly as sharp as alphan ones, but they'll do the trick. Aether pushes Ajax's hands over his head, finding the special spot on his neck, "Here?"
Ajax squirms, "Mhm."
When fangs sink into his mark, he sighs in content. He expected it to hurt, but it's only a slight sting. His cock twitches in his pants, "That felt amazing, holy fuck."
"I know right?" Aether licks his teeth clean of the blood and retracts his fangs, which makes Ajax wonder how he ended up with such an attractive omega.
"Well," Tartaglia places a large hand on Aether's chest, using his thumb and pointer finger to rub an already hard nipple. He throws his head back. Ajax makes a mental note of how sensitive he is there, "we're mated now. Technically we don't really have to do anything more…"
"Fuck that. I'm getting fucked tonight, and if you're not willing to do it, I'll just find someone else,"
"Hey, hey, I was just saying in case you need a break for the night," Ajax huffs, pulling Aether closer to him and sitting up. He grabs his hand, squeezing lightly. The mating bond makes him feel much closer to his…omega. Can he call him that? "You wanna do it now?"
"Yeah, no shit," the blond squeezes back, "Why are you being so…nice to me?"
Back in his home world, this never would have happened. There probably wouldn't have been a wedding, and he would've been dragged to a tower to be raped. So when he was kidnapped by the Fatui and taken to Snezhnaya, he waited in his room, anticipating a forced mating bond and an aggressive man to take him without saying a word.
He never would have thought up this scenario in a thousand years.
"Because I want to get to know you. I mean, we're married, and if you're scared of me, we probably won't have a very good relationship. Would you prefer me to be forceful?"
"N-no," the ends of Aether's hair tickles Ajax's slightly exposed stomach. He realizes that he's still fully dressed, so he removes his jacket. It feels awkward when Aether is just in his panties, "It just caught me off guard. Do you want help with that?"
"Yeah," Aether takes off his shirt, feeling up his chest. He grabs his pecs, which are surprisingly squishy.
Ajax smiles, "Like what you see, little omega?" Aether nods, leaning in to lap at the wound on his neck. He hums, the vibrations making Ajax moan, "Does yours hurt too?"
"Kinda," he pulls away, licking the small drops of blood off his lips and swallowing. Ajax watches his throat bob. He imagines it swallowing around his cock, which only turns him on more, "It's just a light sting. Feels nice though. Just keep marking me. Maybe I'll let you eat me out if you're a good boy."
"What's that?"
"Basically you perform oral on my hole," Ajax gulps. Aether can tell that he's nervous, "You don't have to. We can always try another time. But I like it a lot. And I'll walk you through it, if we do it, that is."
"Yeah, I don't know if I'm quite up for that yet," he grabs his cock through his pants, rubbing gently.
"I didn't say you could touch yourself," Aether takes his hand, moving it away and bringing it to his own crotch so that Ajax can cup it, "You're gonna cum from me and me only, ok?"
Ajax nods, moaning when Aether uses his fingers to run along the crotch of his panties, only to be met with…wetness? It doesn't make any sense. He should have a dick, but it's flat. He was wondering why he couldn't see his cock. He had just thought it was really small or that he wasn't hard, "Wh-what is that?"
"My genitals?" Aether looks extremely confused, "Do omegas not have pussies here?"
"I mean, the women do," Ajax scratches his head with his free hand, "So you don't have a dick? What about eating you out or whatever it's called? I thought you meant your ass."
"No, I meant my cunt," Aether smiles, using his hand to rub against it more. He lets out a breathy moan, "Do you wanna see it?"
Ajax nods eagerly, putting his thumbs in the waistband of Aether's panties. He looks up at his wife for permission. Aether nods at him. He takes it off to be greeted with the only and prettiest pussy he's ever seen. His mouth immediately waters. He's starting to get why eating out is a thing.
"That- um- can I touch it?" Aether grabs his hand again, placing it against his warmth, "Fuck. Wait, what's that?"
"Wha-OH!" The sensation of the dildo being pulled out makes him remember that it's there. He had completely forgotten to mention it, "Don't do it so quickly!" He hisses, holding Ajax's hand in place.
"Is that a sex toy?"
"Mhm," he groans, still recovering from the sudden tug around his walls, "It's a dildo. One of your, um, servants gave it to me before the wedding. Told me to put it in so that I'd be nice and loose for you."
Ajax looks confused, but, nevertheless, he helps Aether get up so he can take off his underwear completely. He can now fully see his pussy, imagining how warm it'll be inside. From what his advisor told him, it's supposed to feel really good, hopefully for the both of them. He had been told to not care about the omega's pleasure, but he can't help but want the both of them to have a good time. Aether seems like a nice enough person.
He gets back on top of Ajax, "So, what is a dildo exactly?"
"It's basically a fake penis," Aether can barely focus with Tartaglia playing with the base of the dildo. It's almost like he knows he's torturing him, "It's usually used for masturbation, but I'm using it so that you won't have to stretch me out before- can you stop doing that?"
"Doing what?" He asks with a smirk.
"You- ugh. Just put it in already."
Ajax can't exactly disagree with that command. He's been wanting to fuck Aether ever since he laid his eyes on the smaller man. He unbuttons his pants, pulling out his dick. Aether looks surprised.
"I-it's huge!" He exclaims. Not only is it long, but it's thick. Much bigger than the dildo, and much bigger than Scaramouche. He's taken big cocks before, but this…will it even fit? It's not like he's gonna say anything about that, but he is slightly concerned.
"Is it?" He chuckles, "I've never really compared before. Come on, pretty boy. Sit down on it. Or are you chicken?"
Aether huffs, spitting into his hand before stroking his husband's dick quickly. It barely fits in his hand. How big is it? Eight, maybe nine inches? He'll definitely feel full. All he can do is hope that it'll feel good once it's inside.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
"Lubing you up so that it doesn't hurt as much. I'm stretched, it's just…you're a bit bigger than the dildo," once he's satisfied with how slick Ajax is, he positions himself over that thing .
Oh archons, this is really happening. He's about to mate. He'll probably be pregnant by the end of this, considering the heat inducer Scaramouche gave him.
Speaking of the drug, he could tell what it was as soon as he took a sip. It was sickly sweet, the same consistency of what his mother gave him before she sold him off. It's been hard to not give into his primal urges, but being a horny mess during his wedding wasn't exactly something he wanted everyone to see. And he could've had sex with Ajax as soon as they got upstairs, but it was so much more fun teasing him and getting to know his husband a bit.
Now it's almost overwhelming. Probably since he's resisted its effects for so long. His instincts are yelling at him to breed and to ask Ajax to roll on top of him. But he knows that it'll hurt if he doesn't have full control. Plus, Ajax doesn't know what he's doing.
Aether slowly lowers himself down. When the tip touches his dripping entrance, he whimpers, all of the want and need hitting him like a ton of bricks. He absolutely needs Ajax inside of him right now or else he thinks he'll combust. Size doesn't matter. He just needs to mate .
Slick drips down onto Ajax’s pants. Before he can slam down on his cock, Ajax grabs his hips and does it for him without warning.
An ear-piercing scream rings throughout the room, the center of it being Aether. The king immediately realizes what he's done. His eyes go wide, "Oh my Tsaritsa, I thought I was supposed to do that. Ae-aether, I'm so sorry, are you ok?" He says whilst trying to ignore the tight, welcoming heat wrapped around him, "I mean, obviously you aren't, but, um, can I do anything?"
Aether clenches around him from the suddenness of being full. He lets out a low moan, "Alpha," he growls, voice deep. It's almost a whisper.
"What? Do you want to get off of me? We can do this another time," he looks down, "Ok, you're not bleeding. That's good. Um-"
"Ajax," he's talking more clearly now. Tartaglia looks up at him, "I need you to fuck me."
"But I thought-"
"I'm not hurt. It just caught me off guard. Now, are you gonna fuck me or what?"
"Y-yes, sir," he checks once again to make sure that Aether isn't bleeding before picking up his small body(it doesn't take much effort) and slamming it back down, "O-OH!"
"Hng- ah!" Aether shrieks, gripping Ajax even tighter. Everything feels too good. The fat cock stretches him ever so nicely, and it reaches so far deep inside of him…he's not really a size queen, but this. This is amazing.
When he comes back down to Teyvat, only a few moments after his last orgasm, he realizes that there's something dripping out of him. He looks up at the redhead, glaring slightly, but it's hard to be mad when his insides are so full. He already feels pregnant. Ajax turns away sheepishly, "Sorry."
"It's fine. It's your first time. At least you didn't knot me yet," sweat is already dripping from his forehead. It must be from the induced heat, "Archons, I don't tell this to a lot of people, but your dick is really good. Like, I think I want you to be on top."
"O-ok," Ajax flips them over so that he's above Aether, "Like this?"
"Mhm," it takes Aether a bit to register the fact that he's still hard inside of him. Teyvat alphas are weird. Back on his home planet, alphas usually take a while to get hard again, and they always knot when they cum. Scaramouche had to explain that to him, "Ngh!"
Tartaglia kneels and takes Aether's legs, hooking them over his shoulders, giving them both a better view and allowing him to go even deeper(if that's even possible. Aether's pretty sure that he'll break if he goes any deeper). And then he starts moving again. Aether throws his head back, letting out a guttural growl as his g-spot is roughly hit.
"Is that good?" He glances up at Ajax. His pupils are blown from lust, and his hair is spiked in all different directions. He looks like a mess. Aether yanks his neck down so that he can kiss him deeply.
"Perfect," he whispers against his lips with a smile, "A-ajax! Please! Oh, right there!"
He lied when he said it was perfect.
It's a good pace. A great one, in fact. But it just isn't for Aether. To fully get off, he needs it fast. And rough.
The king looks like he's about to cum again. He decides to tell Ajax about his dilemma. He can't just sit back and watch as his husband has fun without him, "Faster, Ajax, please!"
"I don't want to hurt you," the other man pouts, thrusting his cock in slowly, pressing against all the right places at the entirely wrong pace, "Maybe we shouldn't…"
"Scaramouche would've listened to me," Aether doesn't even realize what he's saying until it slips from his tongue. The thrusts stop, "Oh- I-"
"Scaramouche?" Tartaglia asks, clearly offended and confused, "How do you know him?"
"I-"
"Don't tell me," he growls, putting the pieces together, "You slept with him?"
Aether nods slowly, "It didn't mean anythi-"
Suddenly, Tartaglia starts pounding into him. It takes Aether a bit to realize that there are tears dripping onto his chest and stomach. He's so distracted by their conversation that he doesn't register his orgasm building, "Aether, I don't know why you would do that. You betrayed me. Is this what you wanted?"
"Ajax-"
"My name," he slams into Aether's cunt, causing the queen to cry out. The wave of pleasure that washes over him is something he's never felt before. This must be why people like hate sex so much, "is Tartaglia!"
He flips Aether onto his stomach, watching as his cock slides in and out at a brutal pace. The knot that begins to inflate only stretches Aether more, making him whine and try to crawl away from the inevitability of being knotted for who knows how long. Tartaglia catches onto him though, grabbing his wrists and slamming them onto the mattress, "You're not getting away that easily."
"Ngh!" He lowers his head in defeat, his captor finally ceasing his movements due to the knot preventing him from thrusting.
"I bet I can breed you better than he ever could," he whispers in Aether's ear. He bites it, and the blond shudders underneath him, "I bet I'm bigger, too. Is that right?"
No response. Aether's too frightened to do anything aside from cry.
"I asked you a question, Aether," his voice is demanding and laced with anger, "Am I bigger than Scaramouche? Was I better? Did I fill you so well you'll never want anyone else? Will you not be able to sit right for a week because of me?"
"Yes, my lord."
"That's what I like to hear," while they wait for the knot to deflate, Tartaglia marks him up with plenty of hickies and love bites, especially around the bonding mark, "I'm gonna make you so round with my pups," he says stuff like that to Aether, like it's supposed to make him feel better about all of this. The last thing on his mind right now is getting pregnant.
Ajax kisses down his back, moving his hips slightly to rub against Aether's sweet spot, "Oh, Tartaglia, right there!"
He keeps rubbing until Aether cums. And once the knot deflates, he fucks him again until he's drooling and his words are slurred. Aether doesn't register that he falls asleep until he wakes up with his pussy throbbing and his hands tied above his head. He feels sluggish, but not the usual tiredness that comes after sex. It's different, "Mm, what d-did you do to me?"
When he turns around, there's no one there. Then why is there still something inside of him? He sits up, looking down at his cunt. It's plugged with the same dildo he had in before.
He has to get out of here. This is his chance to escape.
But first, the ties. Aether's broken out of ropes before. And Tartaglia clearly doesn't have a lot of experience with tying people up. The ropes are far too loose, and the knot he used was amateurish. He uses his teeth to untie the knot rather quickly, shrugging off the ropes once they're loose enough.
Next, he reaches for the dildo plugging him up, but when he goes to pull it out, he's only met with extreme pain all over his body. He inspects the toy more closely. There's some sort of seal on it. It looks like a hydro seal. Tartaglia must have placed it on him. He remembers seeing a hydro vision attached to him the first time they met. Aether will just have to leave it in for now.
He looks around for something to wear so that he doesn't slip out fully naked. The only two outfits in the room are the cow-print lingerie and the wedding dress. He goes for the dress. He'll just have to improvise. Although, breaking out in lingerie would be really hot.
The lavender smell is getting to his already fuzzy head. He needs to get out of here before he faints.
Once he's fully dressed, Aether rips off the skirt. It hurts to destroy something so beautiful, but it'll only get in the way. He takes his hair tie off the floor and pulls his hair up into a ponytail. It's easier for him to move freely when it's up like this.
He still remembers when he and Lumine showed their mom her new haircut.
" Mommy, mommy, look! " Aether had squealed, pushing Lumine forward, " I cut her hair! Do you like it? "
" What did you do?! " She had looked shocked, and not in the way that the twins had expected, " Do you want people thinking that she's an alpha? She'll be ridiculed! "
She was right of course. Female alphas weren't common on their planet, and most were shunned. It still doesn't make sense to Aether. Just like how selling male omegas into slavery doesn't make any sense to him, but that's just how people are in their world. It's one of the many reasons why they started traveling.
"I'll find you, Lumine," he pulls his hair up tighter. Taking one of the knives off Tartaglia's desk(he has no idea why it was there), he tucks it into his ponytail and busts the door down using all of his strength. No one's outside, thankfully, save for a maid who quickly runs away from him.
As he walks down the long hallway, his head begins to spin. He thinks that it might be something Tartaglia gave him at first, but he realizes that it's probably from the heat inducer. They always come with a downside, usually drowsiness.
Before Aether can come to his senses, a familiar face is peering down at him, although he doesn't have to look up too much. The man is rather short, after all, "Hello again, Aether."