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Cian stopped when he saw the canvas bag hanging from the door handle to his apartment.
A smile twitched at his lips. This was the third gift he had received in the last three weeks. The first one had spooked him; he’d had sour experiences with asshole alphas harassing him because he was a single omega. He’d approached the bag cautiously, praying it wasn’t some obscene gift, but on closer inspection he’d found the bag smelled very familiar.
Like spice and cinnamon.
He picked up the bag and let himself into his apartment. The first gift had been a geode, cracked open and displaying beautiful blue and purple crystals. There had been no note or letter; just the alpha demon’s spicy scent. But Tarmon didn’t seem like the type of alpha to write poetry.
The second gift had been a curved demon horn.
Probably ripped straight off the skull of a rival. It had been polished and had several ornate gold rings piercing it.
Not sure what to do with it, he placed it on the bookshelf as an “accent piece.”
It was also that gift that made Cian realize that this might be Tarmon’s way of courting him.
And if that wasn’t as flattering as it was nerve-wracking.
Cian was tired from work, his muscles sore and his feet hurt. He had worked as an assistant to the local blacksmith for years now, and while he loved the grueling work, he was forever sore from it. Before he went to bathe and change his clothes, he opened the bag.
Inside he found two bars of homemade soap. One smelled of mint and rosemary, the other cinnamon and vanilla. Cian blushed as he thought of Tarmon at the local market, selecting these from a vendor. How many had he smelled? Had he asked the vendor for their opinion on scents? Did he pick the cinnamon because that’s what Cian had told him he smelled like when he was in an especially good mood?
Was soap considered an intimate gift?
He took the bars of soap to the bathroom with him. He started the water, filling the large tub as he stripped out of his dirty clothing. Then, selecting the cinnamon/vanilla bar, he slipped into the water.
Cian washed the dirt and grime from his skin, then his hair, and finally relaxed back in the hot water. The scent of cinnamon overpowered the softness of vanilla and he found himself thinking about Tarmon. The alpha Inferno demon. They had spent some time together since their escape from the pit, but nothing that Cian would consider intimate. Mostly it was time at the pub, and each time Tarmon revealed he knew more of the common tongue, and didn’t need the assistance of an interpreter anymore.
While together the alpha had very obviously staked a claim on him, glaring daggers at any other alpha that dared look at him.
Cian didn’t care. There were no other alphas he was looking at. He welcomed the protection from the Inferno, and enjoyed his company. Tarmon had walked him one night, after Cian had drunk a little too much, but hadn’t entered his apartment, only leaving him at his door when he knew the slightly inebriated omega was safe and not in danger of any predators.
Cian’s drunk and horny brain had been disappointed the alpha hadn’t come in with him. Sober Cian had appreciated it.
As the water cooled he got out, dried off, and pulled on a pair of sleep shorts and a sweatshirt. The temperature at night had been dropping lower and lower, so he went to start a fire in the hearth and check on his firewood stockpile. Then he sat down to dry his hair and brush it out. It was getting longer, and he wondered if he should have it cut. He braided it while staring into the fire.
Immediately his brain went to Tarmon.
Then to the ugly scar on his arm.
Tarmon hadn’t meant to burn him, he had lunged and grabbed him to save him from falling to his death amongst dozens of hungry, giant spiders.
The alpha still seemed to be bothered by the scar, but Cian wasn’t. The moment had been high adrenaline, life-or-death, with no time to think. It hadn’t been on purpose, and Cian trusted Tarmon to not harm him again, even if others thought he was crazy for spending time with the large demon. Inferno demons were infamous for their purple skin that could heat hot enough to melt skin and bone, and for having teeth sharp enough to sever their enemy’s heads. Cian didn’t doubt for one second that Tarmon was a big, dangerous demon, but the alpha wasn’t an out-of-control monster. He was… sweet. He was kind. And he was extremely attractive.
He needed to talk to Tarmon.
...
In the morning, after a quick breakfast and a few house chores, Cian dressed and headed out.
He had an idea of where the alpha lived, but it was too far away for him to walk to. Tarmon also did not have a phone. Which meant Cian was walking through town to a healer’s office, where Shara worked.
The beta smoke demoness was sitting at the desk when he walked in. The heavy scent of earthen magic and medicines greeted him. The smoke demon looked up, and smiled at him.
“Cian,” she greeted, “is everything okay?”
“Yeah. I’m here to talk to you. Do you have a second?” he asked as he looked around, hoping he wasn’t interrupting anything.
She nodded and motioned to the chair in front of her desk. “What do you need?”
“I need to talk to Tarmon, but I don’t know how to get a message to him.”
Her smile was somewhat devious. “Talk about what?”
Cian hated that he blushed. “Just something.”
“Mmhm.”
He sighed, twisting his hands together. "If you can, please ask him to stop by my apartment, today if possible. I'm off work. I just need to talk to him. Please?"
She sighed, faking exhaustion, before smiling. "Sure thing, sidhe."
He thanked her and left, stopping by the market for a couple of things. With the colder nights he had been drinking more tea, so he picked up some more, and also a loaf of fresh bread.
At home he was full of anxious energy, not sure when and if the alpha demon would stop by. And what exactly was he going to say to him? "Hey, are you courting me?" or "Hey, did you want to fuck me?" or, if he grew too anxious, go so far as to tell Tarmon he wasn't interested in him, which was a giant lie.
How could he not be interested?
He also hadn't had sex in way, way too long.
But sidhe didn’t court like a lot of other demons. They had adapted a more human-approach, such as dating first. They also didn’t have soulmates, so divorce wasn’t uncommon amongst them. But demons like Tarmon didn’t really date, they went after what they wanted, and left treasures to get their point across. And sometimes severed heads of their enemies.
He threw himself into cleaning his home; washing windows and mirrors, and even repotted a couple of plants that desperately needed it. He was hanging an ivy back up on its hook in front of the window when there was a soft knock at the door.
Cian, knowing his hands were covered in dirt and that he probably had some on his face, went to answer it. He smelled the alpha before he turned the door handle.
Anxious energy thrummed through him. He’d never felt this way around the alpha before.
He pulled open the door and took a step back. He let his eyes roam over the large demon. Had he polished his horns? He was also wearing very little; pants and an open, sleeveless leather vest. His long hair was hanging loose, and had many braids scattered throughout.
“Cian,” the large, four-horned demon said in a rumbling voice. “Shara said you wanted to talk?”
“Yeah come in,” he invited and stepped back.
Tarmon cocked his head. “Inside?”
Cian frowned in confusion. “Do you... not want to come inside?” What was wrong with his apartment? He just cleaned so certainly it didn’t smell bad. Was he allergic to one of his houseplants? “What’s wrong?”
Tarmon rumbled an anxious sound before saying, “My scent lingers.”
“Oh... So?”
“If you invite another alpha inside, he will certainly scent me,” he explained. “They will not like it.”
Cian’s eyes widened. “Oh—“ Then he shook his head. “I’m not... inviting other alphas in. And if I did, I wouldn’t care if they smelled you. That’s their problem, not mine.”
Tarmon looked at him thoughtfully. “What if they become violent?”
“Then I’ll have to gut them, won’t I?” Big words, but most omegas knew some kind of self-defense. Cian himself was good with knives and even heavy weapons, as he handled them daily at his job, and sometimes tested out finished products.
The alpha smiled approvingly, and finally crossed the threshold. He looked around, tail wagging, and zeroed in on the two gifts that were on display. The geode was on the coffee table, the horn was on the bookshelf. He rumbled a pleased purr.
“I wanted to thank you,” Cian said, “For the wonderful gifts. And to ask... ask um... if they—err you...” he cursed silently. He hadn’t expected for this to be difficult.
Tarmon was looking at him, waiting patiently.
“If they meant anything,” he finally said, somewhat rushed.
Tarmon looked at him for a long time before he answered, “Do you want them to mean something?”
Cian had a moment of panic, because maybe he was reading too deep into this. Maybe it was nothing. He was just an elf, why would someone like Tarmon be interested in him? He hadn’t even been that much of a help in the pit! More of a hindrance who cried too much. He felt a wave of emotions that he wasn’t prepared for.
“I don’t know,” he finally said.
Tarmon’s large hand, warm and rough from years of battle, gently brushed the dirt from his cheek.
“Tell me what you want,” the Inferno demon said. “Do we know each other... well enough to court?”
Cian frowned thoughtfully. “Do Infernos date?”
“No. We take what we want, when we want it. We claim what is ours.”
“How do... you know what is yours?”
Tarmon’s eyes were heated and bright. There was a rumble in his chest. “We just know.”
“And you take it?” He asked.
Tarmon rumbled again, the growl deep in his chest. “Yes.”
“Sidhe date,” he said. “We… take the time to get to know each other, we become friends. We don’t actually court, like demons do. We don’t… make such big decisions so quickly.” He could feel the heat pouring off the demon, but it was a different kind of heat. And his scent had grown warm and alluring as well.
The demon looked at him. “Could you date me, knowing what I did to you?”
“I know you won’t burn me again,” Cian said.
“I would never,” Tarmon promised. “And I will not... hold you to me, I will not force. I’m an alpha, but I am not that way. If you wish me to leave, stop the gifts, I shall. I will not bite you, and make you mine, not without knowing what you wanted first.”
Cian shivered. He didn’t know what to say, not until Tarmon asked if he should leave, and he gasped out, “Gods, no!”
“What do you want to do, Cian?” he asked.
“I’m not sure,” he said. Did he want to date the demon? Or did he just want to have sex? Was he only thinking with his dick right now, because all he could smell was Tarmon’s arousal. The alpha was eager, and growing hard. He swallowed.
Tarmon noticed that the sidhe’s scent was thickening; he smelled rich, although very anxious as well. Tarmon purred easily. ”Would you like to mate with me?” He asked. “I think of it often.”
Cian’s heart thundered and he blushed hotly. Gods, he did! How could he not? They weren’t committing to anything... not yet anyway. Tarmon wouldn’t force him. He wouldn’t claim him by biting him. He wouldn’t burn him.
He chewed his lip as he looked the very impressive and absolutely appealing alpha over.
“Yes,” he said quietly.
Tarmon stepped closer and Cian felt a rush of anxious excitement. The Inferno demon was so much larger than himself. Big, impossibly strong, and dangerous. A prime alpha. Perfect. Beautiful.
And Tarmon stood patiently, letting the shy, anxious omega examine him. He had been interested in the sidhe since their first meet, and only after Shara’s prompting had he decided to attempt to court him. He didn’t think the omega would be interested in him in that way.
Apparently he had been mistaken.
Cian was very interested.
But, he had to remind himself that this did not mean Cian accepted his courtship. Sidhe dated before courting. This was... a good step forward though. He could show the omega that he was worthy of his bed. Cian already knew he could protect him, and provide for him. Now he would show him just how well he could bed him.
And he would prove, to himself, that he would not burn the omega ever again.
He gently seized the omega’s chin and pressed his thumb against Cian’s plush lips. He pushed, and Cian in response nipped at his thumb.
Tarmon smiled. He tilted the elf’s head up as he leaned down to kiss him.
Cian felt a jolt of electricity between them when their lips met. Tarmon was a rough kisser, his teeth were grazing against his lips and his tongue was in his mouth immediately. He moaned in response, pressing his hands against the alpha’s bare chest and standing up on his toes.
The alpha kissed him into submission, and that’s when Cian felt the demon’s tail against his backside. It was rubbing against his ass, prodding him through his pants. He was already wet, but the insistent exploration was making it worse. He whimpered, legs weak and mouth aching, as the alpha swept him into his arms.
Cian kissed him as they walked to the bedroom. He crushed their lips together, sucked his tongue, and placed soft kisses on the side of his mouth and his cheek. One hand went up to grip one of the alpha’s four horns, and he felt the Inferno shudder and stumble in surprise.
Cian found his back pressed against the wall and his pants before tugging down. He urged the demon’s head down so he could kiss one of the black, shiny horns, and as he did, he felt the demon’s tail slide between his cheeks.
“Oh--Tarmon--” he gasped in surprise. He was wet and aching, and the demon’s slender, agile tail was rubbing against his hole and prodding. He let his head thump back against the wall, exposing his throat. Tarmon was then eagerly sucking on his neck, growling as he left bruises on the elf’s pale skin.
Cian was light in his arms, and Tarmon held him easily against the wall as he replaced his tail with his fingers. The elf was very, very wet. His hole was small, tight, but he could feel that it was pulsing; the sidhe was very eager to mate with him. Tarmon pushed one finger in, and groaned as wetness met him and the heavy scent filled the small bedroom.
“I can’t wait to be inside you,” he groaned in the elf’s ear as he sucked it. “I’m going to breed you well.”
Cian had started shaking out of urgency. He wanted out of his clothes, he wanted Tarmon out of his clothes, he wanted down on the bed so he could be mounted. But the demon was making a mess of his ears and his neck, and his fingers were probing him deep, urging more slick from him, dirting his hand and his pants as he fingered him. He moaned, he whined; he choked on the demon’s tongue as he was kissed deeply and hard once again.
Oh, gods! This is more than I’ve ever been with in my life— He squeaked as the demon pushed in three fingers, spreading them and opening him even more. He was wetter than he’d ever been in his life, and he was absolutely aching to the point of pain. He needed this, right now! He needed the alpha to breed him.
“Tarmon--” he begged, “please, please Tarmon--”
“You want me?” the alpha teased as he left another mark on the elf’s neck.
“Yes--” he pleaded.
“Do you think you can take me in?” he asked as he turned, taking Cian over to his bed. He dropped him down onto his back and stood over him. He admired his beautiful prey, in his disheveled clothing, messy hair, and bright eyes. Tarmon undid his belt and then slowly slid down his pants, freeing his large cock, fully erect and leaking. “Hm?”
Cian stared at the large cock. It was a darker purple than the rest of him, and the crown was large and wet with precum, which was dribbling down over the length and bulging veins.
Did you not expect him to be big? Holy shit— Cian wiggled out his pants and his shirt, tossing them to the side. He stared at the demon’s hungry expression, his black eyes, and down to his cock, which Tarmon was slowly stroking. He gulped before he turned over, offering the demon his backside.
He closed his eyes.
Go slow, please go slow, please go slow—
He had expected to be speared by the demon’s massive cock, not gently licked by his tongue. He yelped in surprise.
“You aren’t ready,” Tarmon explained as he licked and sucked, groaning at the elf’s unique taste. “I will not hurt you.”
Cian practically melted into the bed as the demon fingered, licked, and continued to open him up. Soon he was begging, something he had never done before, but the words were spilling from his lips and he couldn’t seem to stop himself. Not that Tarmon seemed to mind; he continued to prep the small omega, and also leaving more bruises on his soft skin; specifically his inner thighs right over his scent glands.
He rumbled. “You’re ready.”
“You’re f-fucking r-right!” he moaned. He was ready to burst.
Tarmon laughed. He kissed the omega’s entrance before he rolled him over. Cian had been crying, his eyes were red and puffy and his face flushed. His lips were swollen from being bitten, and his hair was a mess. He groaned at the sight and settled between the elf’s open legs. His own cock was hurting, he wanted to plow the elf into the ground, but he promised not to hurt him. He wanted them both to feel good.
He pinched a nipple and leaned down to lick up Cian’s chest. The elf grabbed his horns.
“Fuck me,” Cian ordered shakily. “Stop making me wait, Tarmon!”
He took one thigh in each hand and opened his legs more. “Guide me.”
Cian blushed hotly. He looked down at the large, wet cock, before he reached down and touched it with his fingers. Tarmon groaned, rocking his hips forward. He closed his hand around it, amazing at it’s girth and heat, and urged him where to go. When the head of the demon’s cock pushed against his entrance, he let go and laid back.
Finally! The first push was slow, and Cian made a loud sound as he was stretched to accept the large cock. Tarmon had prepped him well, and he was so fucking wet, but it was still a tight, tight fit. He arched off the bed, he moaned, he clawed his fingers down the demon’s chest.
As Tarmon expected, it was an incredibly tight fit. He grunted as he pushed in, carefully as to not harm Cian, until he was pushed in as far as he could. He could feel the omega’s body attempting to milk him, and fresh slick as a result of being penetrated.
He rolled his head back and groaned, letting himself cum. The early release would help lubricate the omega even more, and stimulate his glands.
Cian gasped, lying back with a shudder as the demon rocked against him, not pulling out or thrusting, just filling him with hot seed. And in response, he came as well.
Tarmon growled with approval, and leaned down to lick the cum off Cian’s stomach. “Mm,” he sighed, “now the real fun can start.” Because he felt so much more relaxed, the heavy tension gone from his shoulders as well as his dick, he could take his time.
Panting, Cian looked up at the demon looming over him. He could see waves of heat pouring off his skin, but he wasn’t burned. When he touched the sheets close to the demon, he found them hot.
But he wasn’t being burned.
He wanted to ask about it, but his words were turned into a loud moan when the Inferno pulled out, and slammed back into him. The demon laughed as he thrust into him again, harder. Tarmon started to speak, but his words were in demonish, but the tone was heavy; filled with passion and praise.
Cian imagined he was being told how nice his ass was.
But he couldn’t question nor reply as he was reduced to moans, gasps, and cries.
Eventually Tarmon placed his hands on either side of the Sidhe and leaned over him, his thrusts slow and drawn out. The feel of plunging into such a perfect hot, wet sheath was enough to make him groan and moan. He continued to speak, words in demonish; praises and promises to the omega beneath him. Cian was holding on to him tight, and was sweaty and exhausted.
Tarmon wanted to go on forever, but his small omega, already having come twice and was a mess, was growing obviously tired and sore. So he leaned back, seized his hips, and plowed into him.
Cian shrieked in surprise, his hands going back to grip the headboard, as the demon rutted him hard and fast. Growling filled the bedroom, along with heat that rolled off the demon’s skin. He thought he smelled burning sheets but he couldn’t be sure, as he climaxed again, with the alpha filling him yet again with seed, and his world went black.
…
Cian opened his eyes to darkness. He was curled up in a bed that he immediately knew wasn’t his. The mattress was too soft and smelled entirely of alpha demon. He was covered in a heavy, soft blanket, and could hear nothing.
He sat up, the decision causing him immense pain in his thighs, back, and oh god, his ass, but he remained upright so he could look around.
He was in a cob house, lightly lit by soft candlelight. The walls were a pale cream and there was a hearth in the corner. He knew there were many earthen homes in the hills east of Dale. From the bed he could see a small kitchenette, a couple doors, a rustic handmade sofa and minimal furniture, and of course, weapons, skulls, and trophies.
Tarmon’s home. But where was the Inferno?
Not trusting himself to stand, he called out, in a soft and hoarse voice, “Tarmon?”
There was a woosh and the alpha appeared. He looked embarrassed, and his tail was swinging back and forth.
“I did not mean to leave you,” he said as he approached the bed. “I… had to… there was an accident.”
Cian, who finally laid back down as his ass and back demanded, asked, “What happened?”
Tarmon rumbled anxiously. “Your bed.”
He frowned. “What about it? If it broke, I’m not mad. It was definitely worth it.”
The praise made the alpha preen somewhat happily, before he explained, “It caught fire.”
“Oh—“ he gasped in surprise. “Oh… That’s… does that happen often?”
“Only when I am very… very… passionate,” he explained. He sat on the bed and looked down at the sleepy omega. Despite the bedding and mattress catching fire from the heat of his skin, Cian hasn’t been burned at all.
“Hm,” Cian sighed sleepily. “You didn’t burn down the whole building, I hope?”
“No,” he said with a smile. He placed his hand on the omega’s cheek.
“You didn’t burn me,” Cian pointed out. “Why is that?”
Tarmon thought about it. “Because you’re mine.”
“I didn’t get that,” Cian said. “Why, Tarmon?”
“Because… you have grown to be very, very precious to me,” he tried to explain, fearing that a straightforward answer would frighten the elf away. “Will you date me?”
“Wouldn’t you rather court me?” He asked.
Tarmon felt his heart nearly explode. “Yes.”
“Lay with me,” Cian asked. “I’m sore and very tired.”
Tarmon was more than happy, and he shed his clothing before joining the elf beneath the blankets. Cian curled up in his arms, purring happily, and Tarmon felt himself nearly burst with affection.
He kissed Cian’s ear. Most of his bruises were healing, and Tarmon knew the elf would need to eat later to replenish his energy. “When you’re ready, I will cook for you.”
Cian, half-asleep said, “You can cook?”
“A little. I’ll do whatever I can to make you happy.”
Cian laughed softly, the sound muffled against the demon’s wide chest. “We can cook together, and learn what we both like.”
He kissed his ear again. A deep purr rumbled in his chest and Cian fell asleep. Tarmon looked at the small omega thoughtfully, never thinking in a million years things would progress this way, and this quickly. He thought he would never gain the sidhe’s affection, and had been prepared to be his friend for the rest of their lives. But this was so much better. He felt happy. And he vowed to make Cian happy as well, every day, until the worlds ended.
END.