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The bells echoed outside, the birds chirping with excitement. Flins took a deep breath. In… out. In… out. The sun casting in through the stained glass window of the cathedral did little to warm his frayed nerves. He preferred the foggy haze and drizzle of his homeland. The sunny welcome to his new home felt far too foreign. Like he was the misplaced puzzle piece.
He knew this day would come eventually. It was well known the prince of the Fae was a unmated strong alpha. Other nations were practically lining up to make a deal with Nod-Krai for his hand in marriage. But it was the grand master of Mondstadt who won the prize; him. There was nothing Flins could do to avoid his fate. So, he sat in a private suite above the church as he waited to be summoned to his own marriage.
He had never met the grand master. He only knew his name was Varka and he was a decorated war hero. All Flins hoped was that his future husband was a kind and gentle man. Especially if he was going to be bitched.
He knew Varka was another alpha. Typically, royal marriages were to produce an heir and a strong connection between nations. Part of the agreement Nod-Krai made with Mondstadt was that Flins would become an omega in the marriage to produce children. The idea made the fae prince's stomach churn. He… didn't particularly care about secondary gender. But the idea of being changed to an omega by domination and submission did not sit well with him.
But what choice did he have?
Standing from the seat in front of the vanity, Flins checked himself over in the mirror. Traditional wedding dress of the fae. A light and flowy gown base, wrapped in a variety of sheer draping fabric. White, the tradition in his new home to signify purity with accents of blues and purples to commemorate his motherland. Gems and chains of gold and silver hung from his arms and were wrapped around his chest. His hair had small detailed braids with small flowers weaved in. He felt more like himself in this than he would have in any other garb. His hand drifted to the antique coin hanging from his necklace. It had been a gift from his mother before he left for home.
A knock rapped at the door, the fae prince turning to see a pretty blonde woman peaking in.
“Prince Flins, it's time. Are you ready?” She asked.
Flins offered a small smile, no matter how forced it felt to him. “Yes I am. Please lead the way, Ms Barbara.”
The sound of the organ playing almost eased the tension being carried in Flins shoulders. No… he couldn't let his guard down yet. The prince observed his surroundings. The massive cathedral looked like it held the entire nation, the citizens eagerly standing at the arrival of the fae and to witness the marriage of their Grand Master. Right… he had to walk forward. His mate was waiting for him at the altar.
Having so many eyes staring at him unnerved Flins. But as he crossed the steps to arrive at the altar, he felt his breath stall in his lungs. This… was Varka? The other alpha was exquisite to look at. Tall, muscular and covered in scars. His wedding attire was teal and covered in silver decor, designed for a hero of his status. It made the fae’s instincts keen. The blonde with tender blue eyes was captivating to admire but Flins needed to know if he was going to be a kind mate.
A small smile curled the corner of his mouth as he heard the grand master swear under his breath.
“Barbatos help me… I never knew the fae were so gorgeous.” Varka murmured.
“Do I meet expectations?” Flins replied.
“Meet them? You are prettier than I ever could have imagined, fuck.” Varka lowly growled.
Flins simply smiled, the ceremony beginning. The fae prince hardly registered a single word the priest said. Something about belonging together. Something about union for a lifetime. Flins was too entranced by the alpha before him. He was so… animated. Were all human alphas like this? Flins mostly kept to his kind. Being surrounded by humans was a change for him. Curiosity began to seep into his bones, a curse of his nature.
He was pulled out of his thoughts by chapped lips pressing to his own. The kiss was met with a chorus of clapping and cheers, the two wed before the nation. Varka pulled back from the short kiss, brushing a lock of purple hair behind his pointed ear.
“Was that okay?” He whispered.
Flins raised a brow. He wasn't expecting that to be a question. Was the grand master unaware of the contract forged? He was going to bitch him later and he was asking how their first kiss was? Flins was more than a little confused.
“Yes it was.” He replied curtly.
The answer seemed to be satisfactory to the blonde. The grin across his face was warm like the sun. It instantly put Flins at ease. Perhaps… his mate was going to take good care of him. He seemed sweet. And being this close, he could tell his scent held good intentions. Pine, mulled wine and a leather musk. The scent of a strong alpha but with no sourness of ill intentions under it. The fae had to admit… he quite liked it.
Another kiss was stolen from him by the blonde alpha before Flins was led down the aisle and out of the cathedral. This nation seemed like a celebratory nation; good natured and cheery. The central plaza of the city was decorated for a feast to celebrate the two’s matrimony. Live music, alcohol, plenty of food and dancing. Flins was a bit overwhelmed by the amount of people who came to greet him and Varka, to wish them a prosperous marriage.
The night passed like a march to Flins doom. The greeting of the sunset followed by the rustic blue of the night sky felt like it was spelling out disaster for the fae prince’s future. Not even the comforting winking of the stars could settle his anxiety riddled nerves. The wedding venue teemed with life and yet, a narrow tunnel of what was to come overtook Flins’ vision. The dread of what was to come later on that evening…
Shortly before they retired to Varka's home, Flins nervousness was finally seen by the grand master. His face heated up at getting caught. The blonde alpha captured his trembling hand, holding it softly in his battered one. Yellow eyes met blue ones, widening as they saw the concern among the oceany expanse.
“Flins, is something wrong?” Varka kept his voice low to not alert the others around them.
“Nothing… this has been a wonderful night, Grand master.” Another smile, another try to put on a strong front.
“Flins, you are shaking.” Varka replied softly. “Why don't we head home soon, yeah? The crowd can continue partying without us and that way you can have some quiet time.”
Flins hoped the other didn't see him swallow thickly. Home… quiet time. Yeah right, he was being taken to be bitten. Reluctantly, he nodded. He prayed the other didn't smell the fear in his scent. He prayed it would all be over quickly.
The strong hand squeezed his own, almost reassuringly. They left the safety of the crowd and headed towards the large house nestled behind the Knights of Favonius headquarters. Flins’ heart was hammering in his chest. It was almost painful with how fast it was beating. It was the unknown that made him so jittery. He wasn't sure what was about to happen to him. He wasn't sure of what the future held.
Flins only felt the warmth leave his hand to hold open the door to the house. It was quite an inviting home. Under different circumstances, the prince would have found it comfortable. But as the door closed behind him, his shoulders tenses. His ears dropped, his eyes darting around the room as instinct directed his every action. He flight or fight response and his body chose a third option; freeze.
Flins didn’t hear the words spoken to him by Varka. He numbly followed the other alpha until they arrived in a bedroom. Based on the thickness of the rich scent, it was Varka's bedroom. The grand master had disappeared to the wardrobe, opening the doors. He hadn't realized that his words were falling upon deaf ears.
Flins did what he felt was expected of him. He tore the fabric of his garb, revealing his shoulder and his scent gland. He sat on the edge of the bed and waited. He willed his eyes not to begin to tear up.
“Your palace gave me your measurements so I was able to get some clothes made for you. But, your luggage should be arriving tomorrow anyhow. I hope these will be okay for tonight.” Varka turned from the wardrobe, holding a folded set of silky pajamas. He blinked as he saw the tense fae sitting on the edge of the bed. He could smell the anxiety in that sweet scent he was growing fond of. “What are you doing?”
“Bite.” Is all Flins could say. The words felt like venom on his tongue.
Flins breath hitched as he felt a large hand on his shoulder. But confusion sank in as fabric was pulled to cover him up. The bed shifted, weight being added, Varka sitting beside him. The hand stayed there, holding his ripped clothes in place. The other hand came up and carefully tucked under his jawline. Oh how Flins wanted to lean into the soft touch but his instincts demanded he stayed alert. When he searched Varka's eyes, he only saw concern.
“Is this why you were trembling earlier?” Varka asked.
“It… is in our nation's agreement.” Flins stumbled over his words. “Two married alphas cannot produce an heir.”
“Flins… I have no intentions of biting you unless it is something you want.” Varka said. “This is the land of freedom… would be a little ass backwards if I did that.”
“But… we are wed.” Flins eyebrows creased.
“Yes we are. But we just met.” Varka chuckled. “I planned on fully courting you. I would never place such heavy expectations on you. And if or when the day comes, we will mate. But I have no intentions of bitching you.”
“But I am incapable of bearing you a child.”
“And?” Varka's eyes softened. “I don't need an heir. If you are content being an alpha, then I am happily married to an alpha. If you want to become an omega, we will have a lengthy discussion on it before anything is done.”
“I am confused.” Flins murmured. “You do not intend on dominating me into submission and turning me tonight?”
“I didn't plan on seeing you nude tonight!” Varka's laugh was almost contagious. “I want to earn your love and trust. Truthfully, I was going to sleep on the couch tonight.”
Flins couldn't stop the tears from bubbling over his lash line. They dripped down his face, his shoulders finally dropping. It made the other alpha almost panic. His thumbs quickly dried the tears rolling down his cheers.
“Flins? What's wrong?” Varka asked.
“I’m relieved…” Flins chuckled softly. He finally allowed himself to lean into the warm hands holding his face lovingly. “I was… terrified of what would happen when we returned here. And please… call me Kyryll. After all, you are my husband.”
“Shit I shoulda told you there was no pressure sooner. I’m so sorry.” Varka apologized. “I was far too distracted by how gorgeous you are.”
“I heard what you mumbled at the altar.” Flins smiled. “Thank you Varka.”
“Why don't I give you some time to change and get comfortable.” Varka pressed a kiss to his husband's forehead. “Welcome home, Kyryll.”
~ ⚔️🕯~
Flins was stunned at how much effort Varka put into courting him. Flowers delivered to the house. Dinner at fine restaurants. Romantic walks along the shore of Cider Lake. Simply spending as much time with the fae prince as his busy schedule allowed. It all made Flins heart crave more and more of the grand master. After the second month of living in Mondstadt, Flins asked Varka to share the large bed with him. It was silly for the grand master to continue bunking on the couch when they could easily share the massive mattress. He had asked prior but the grand master insisted on allowing Flins to have his own space.
Flins was laying in bed that evening, eyes closed as he curled into the soft sheet. Varka had imported them special from Inazuma, the fabric silky soft against the fae’s pale skin. He was drifting off to sleep, the comforting scent of cedar in the wind and frostlamp flowers lulling him. His eyes cracked open when he felt familiar chapped lips against his forehead and weight shift on the bed.
“You’re so pretty, Kyryll…” Varka whispered, never pulling his lips away. He laid beside his husband and pulled him close. “Shall we go to the tavern tomorrow after I’m off duty? I hear Diluc has some fire-water imported from Snezhnaya with your name on it.”
“Does a certain grand master have something to do with that import?” Flins chuckled. “We should go tomorrow after your duties are complete. But, Varka… I’d… like to have a discussion with you.”
“Of course, my fae. Please… tell me what's buzzing through that pretty head of yours.” Varka pulled back, tucking a lock of hair back behind his pointed ear.
“We’ve been married now for over four months.” Flins began. “And you've been… nothing but perfect towards me. You know I am beyond smitten with you.”
“It feels like a ‘but’ is coming…” Varka laughed.
“There is no ‘but’ coming.” Flins hushed. “In fact the opposite. I… wanted to discuss mating.”
“Mating?” Varka shot up. “Kyryll… are you sure? We can wait, there is no rush.”
“I am aware there is no rush. But I want to be your mate, not just your husband.” Flins eyes softened. “You are an incredible man, Varka. You've more than proved how much you care about me.”
“I care about you more than I've ever cared about anyone.” Varka whispered, like the confession would break the bond they've built. “Holy shit, my light. I never expected to hear this from you this soon.”
“It is sooner than I expected as well.” Flins chuckled. “But my heart knows this is what's meant to be. You are my meant to be.”
Flins gasped as strong arms pulled him into a tight hug. He couldn’t help but smile as his husband buried his face in the crook of his shoulder, inhaling deeply once his nose was pressed against his scent gland. His fingers dragged through blonde locks.
“You smell sweeter than usual…” Varka murmured.
“I did just ask you to mate me. Perhaps that is the cause?” Flins suggested, a light tease in his tone.
“I mean maybe a little, but it's just been becoming sweeter and sweeter since our wedding.” Varka pressed a kiss to it. “When we first met, you had a slight floral scent yeah, but there was a sharpness to it. More like the scent of a flower patch in a strong thunder storm. But now, it's like someone's baking sweets next to that flower field after the storm finally passed.”
“I was quite nervous when I arrived in Mondstadt. Whereas now I am comfortable in our home and my surroundings. Anxiety and comfort do affect scent.” Flins offered.
“I don't think it's quite that.” Varka pursed his lips in thought. “But I love your scent either way. You’re just… fuck you’re so perfect.”
Flins hardly thought about the conversation the next day. He went about his day, waiting for his husband to come home from the knight’s office. During that time, he felt like his mind was a little fuzzy. But the fae prince did everything not to pay it mind. The weather was becoming warmer, his body adjusting to the new climate. It was vastly different from Nod-Krai. He was able to explain away the headache and haze with adjusting to his new environment.
When Varka returned home, he was eager to head to Angel Share. Flins listened attentively as the grand master told the tales of his day. He couldn't help but smile warmly as he explained how the knight’s training went that day.
“They will be plenty ready for war by the time you're done with their training.” Flins chuckled.
“Oh they certainly will be! They’ll be the finest soldiers in Teyvat!” Varka laughed. “Gotta protect everyone in Mondstadt after all. Especially my gorgeous husband.”
The grand master stole a kiss from the fae prince, pulling a chuckle from Flins. Yellow eyes watched as clothes were shed, heavy armor being exchanged for more casual attire. He could have purred at the sight, the muscles in his back rippling under every flex. The man was definitely a sight whenever he shed his mantle as grand master.
Flins was far too busy watching Varka parade around the house shirtless. He hardly registered the warm hand against his forehead. He leaned into it, following the warmth radiating from his husband's body. How did he cross the room in seconds without him noticing? Peculiar… but Flins loved how close he was.
“You’re feeling awfully warm, Kyryll. Are you feeling alright? Are ya getting sick?” Varka asked, worry dripping in his tone.
“Just a small headache. I am far from used to this climate and the seasons are changing.” Flins hummed. “Fret not, my knight.”
“I’m gonna worry about my husband.” Varka kissed his forehead softly. “Maybe some cold water on your face will help. I’m gonna go get ya some wolfhook berry juice and finish getting dressed. You need some hydration before we go out drinking.”
“That is very kind of you, thank you Varka.” Flins chuckled as a flurry of kisses was littered across his skin.
He was finally able to push away from his husband to go splash water across his face in the bathroom. The cool water felt wonderful across his heated skin. He didn't realize just how overheated he was until his husband had pointed it out.
Was his rut arriving early? No it couldn't be… it wasn't due for another 40 days. He had never experienced it that early. But the low heat boiling under his skin felt so familiar yet… different. There was a dull ache in his abdomen that felt foreign. He wasn't uncomfortably hard like he was typically in rut. In fact, he felt… wet.
Oh.
He coulda smacked himself in the head. How did he not notice any sooner? The signs were there. Varka even noticed without putting the clues together.
He had been bitched without either man realizing it. He had fallen in love with a far stronger alpha, his own instincts making the decision for him. Flins couldn't help but smile. It was going to happen eventually anyway. It was something he found himself wanting more and more. And now, all it took was a bite.
When he opened the bathroom door, Varka was waiting outside. Blue eyes were narrow slits as they looked the fae prince up and down. Flins theory was confirmed, especially noticing the growing tent in the grand masters trousers.
“Kyryll…” Varka murmured. It seemed like he was struggling to complete a thought.
“It appears I may be in pre-heat.” Flins explained softly. His hand fell on Varka's bare chest. Even the small touch made the alpha growl slightly.
“Heat?” The question tumbled from his lips before his brain could catch up. “Wait… did I…”
“Accidentally bitch me? It would appear so.” Flins chuckled. “All that is left is to seal it with a bite.”
“Is that something you want, my fae?” Varka asked. “I’m so sorry-”
Varka's apology was muffled by a fiery kiss. Flins had yanked down his husband, arms circling around his neck as he swallowed the surprise sound. His fingers carded through blonde locks as the alpha deepened the kiss, tilting his head for a more comfortable angle. Their bodies pressed close. Flins noticed just how hard his knight was. The scent coming off him was intoxicatingly strong, drowning both of them in a wave of frostlamp flowers and honey.
“You have nothing to apologize for.” Flins panted, lips still against Varkas. “I want you, Varka. Make me your omega.”
Flins wanted to chuckle as the alpha swallowed thickly and his face turned red. But he didn't get the chance. Varka swept him off his feet, carrying him up the stairs to their bedroom. The fire in the knight’s eyes contradicted just how gentle he was placed on the bed and his clothes stripped off.
The sweet scent became overwhelming the moment he was nude. But there was addition to it; pine and crisp summer air. It seemed like Varka was under the spell the fae unknowingly cast. Flins spread his legs wide, the strange feeling of slick sticking to his thighs making him shudder. He couldn't help but blush as ocean blue eyes roamed his body. Flins felt like he was being examined before he was swallowed whole.
It was the first time they had seen each other nude. It was Flins’ first time and the heat was almost unbearable. His cock ached, laying heavily against his abdomen. His pierced nipples were hard, the purple jewelry adorning them almost becoming too much. His entrance clenched around nothing as slick dripped out of him.
Large, war-torn hands gripped at his waist. They pulled him back to his senses. Yellow eyes met blue, flins sinking his fangs into his lower lip.
“You are the prettiest person I've ever had the honor of seeing bare.” Varka whispered. “Kyryll its taking everything in me not to fuck you into this bed and keep you here till you are round with our pup.”
“You'll have to mate me first.” Flins slid a hand down his husband's broad, muscular chest. “Then nothing will be stopping you from doing so.”
“Barbatos help me…” Varka groaned.
The knight pressed a trail of kisses along Flins jawline, suckling a hickey at the junction of his shoulder. Bites and kisses were spread across his collar bone and shoulders. Each one pulled a sweet little gasp from the fae prince. He didn’t remember his body ever being this sensitive to any sort of touch. Was intimacy always like this?
His back bowed off the bed as he felt a tongue flick at one of his nipples. His hands flew to Varka's hair, tugging slightly. The alpha latched onto the sensitive bud and groaned. The fae clenched his thighs together but were stopped by Varka settling between them.
The sound that came from Flins was pitiful and needy. Varka’s tongue was lavishing his nipple, toying with the jewels attached to them. The sensation was overwhelmingly delicious. The edge of pleasure already was loomingly close. The grand master was devilishly talented with his tongue. When thick fingers pressed against the lone one, Flins was done for. The soft touch was all it took.
Semen coated his abdomen, his cock twitching at the orgasm. The moan that ripped through his chest was primal, far louder than he had anticipated. A hand clasped over his mouth, trying to suppress the surprise sound. But Varka quickly pinned it to the bed as he pulled off with a pop.
“That was the sexiest sound I've ever heard.” Varka groaned. “You’re so sensitive, my light. Oh I’m going to be pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you.”
The fae whimpered, bucking his hips in desperation. He tried to nod, tried to convey just how much he wanted Varka to make good on that promise but his body felt heavy. The heat began to coil and churn in his veins. His cock was still aching and hard. Orgasm after orgasm sounded like a promise that Flins couldn't wait to see fulfilled. Flins arched into every open mouth kiss his husband pressed down his body. He damn near sobbed as a hickey was suckled on his pec.
Trail of kisses continued downward, Varka making way down towards the cum coating him. Flins damn near came again as he watched Varka lick at the semen. The feral grunt that came from the alpha made the fae stiffen.
“You drive me crazy, my fae. It isn't possible to taste this delicious. Fuck, I need you on my tongue all of the time.” Varka had possession in his voice. His nails sunk into supple skin on instinct.
Tears gathered along his lash line, his yellow eyes shining with unshed tears. His mouth dropped in a silent scream as Varka wrapped his lips around the head of his weeping cock. Flins was far from a small man. So for Varka to take his cock to the back of his throat and immediately swallowing around him, Flins damn near ascend to Celestia. The alpha groaned around him and yanked Flins hips closer. It was like he didn't want his meal to pull away in any way.
The muscles in Flins thighs quaked under the constant pleasure of his husband's thick, warm tongue sliding up and down his cock. Lithe fingers tugged at blonde hair, pleading for both more and relief from the intensity. The fae was sobbing, hypersensitive from his previous orgasm and the heat increasing just below the surface of his skin.
“Varka… Varka!” Flins cried out. His grip tightened. “I’m… I'm going to cum again if you don't stop!”
Blue eyes looked up through lashes, swallowing around the length buried in his throat. Flins realized that's what his alpha wanted; another orgasm. The promise Varka was hellbent in fulfilling. His head was thrown back, his nails pricking at Varka's scalp. His hips began to buck into the warm wet sensation in desperation for release. Flins had given up resisting; if it was another orgasm his alpha wanted, it was what he was going to get.
Flins second orgasm was stronger than the first. A quick, powerful build with an electric finish. And every drop was swallowed by Varka with an approving keen. By the time Flins was shuttering in overstimulation, the alpha pulled off.
“Fuck…” Varka panted, pressing kisses to the half hard length. “You taste so good, my fae. And those sounds… fuck… how have I resisted you this long?”
“Mate me already!” Flins whined. “It's so hot Varka… I am aching to be filled and bitten. Please, please indulge me.”
“I have to prepare you still. You haven't taken anything in your entrance yet and I am quite large.” Varka chuckled.
Flins hardly got a chance to respond. He gasped as his hips were lifted and he was bent practically in half. Heat burned in his cheeks as blue eyes examined his soaking wet hole. At this angle, Flins could see himself twitching in anticipation.
“It's so pink and cute…” Varka murmured. His thumb rubbed circles against the rim, a wet sound making the alpha growl. “Youre so wet… you are absolutely perfect Kyryll.”
Flins eyes rolled back as a warm tongue lapped at his entrance. The sight of being able to watch Varka lick and prod at his entrance was utterly debauched and sinful. All the fae could do was hold onto the sheets below him and accept the pleasure being dealt to him. His cock was fully hard again, precum dripping onto his chest in sticky streams.
“Oh fuck…” Varka groaned. “Your slick tastes even better than your cum.” He licked at it again, blue eyes rolling back as the flavor burst on his tongue. “Better than any wine this entire world has to offer. Oh my sweet fae, I’m going to be buried between your legs nightly I fear.”
“I am your husband and soon to be mate… you can touch me whenever you wish.” Flins offered a spent smile before another needy sound was pulled from him.
Varka ate Flins out until the slick was heavily mixed with his saliva. The alpha had to force himself to stay under control. Flins voice was becoming hoarse with the amount of moans dripping from his lips. The two locked eyes for a brief moment, a loving moment of intimacy. It was then that the fae prince felt more love than he had in his entire life. A man he had been arranged to marry, who had never forced himself on him, who courted him, who earned his love.
“I love you…” Flins murmured.
“I love you more, my light.” Varka smiled. He pressed a kiss to his husband's plush thigh, biting it teasingly.
A thick finger pressed into his soaking wet entrance. The intrusion caused Flins to clench around the digit. The stretch was well received even though it made the heat rise to a boiling point just under his skin. His hips bucked far too soon, urging Varka to put more in him.
“Hey now, slow and steady for this part.” Varka's voice was deep and ruined. “I can’t risk hurting my fae because we got too over eager.”
Flins whined, pleading with his mate. “I can take it… I want you to knot me, my knight.”
Varka swore under his breath. “Patience, Kyryll. I gotta wait until you relax a bit more. It's your first time… let me take good care of you.”
Flins sank his fangs into already swollen lips. The shallow thrusts of the finger was driving him mad. It felt far better than he ever could have imagined. A sinful wet sound made his ears burn. Just as he was about to beg, no demand, another finger, the stretch of another entering him shot pleasure through every nerve in his body. The thick fingers spread apart his hole, preparing him for the larger intrusion to come.
The fae prince damn near launched off the sheets as those fingers prodded directly into his sweet spot. Stars dusted his vision as hot, white pleasure scorched his body. Precum stained the length of his body and he could feel another orgasm burning right below the surface.
“Oh now that's a gorgeous face…” Varka groaned. “Found your sweet spot did I?” He chuckled as the fae nodded. “Just a little more okay?”
Flins could only moan and writhe in pleasure as the fingers scissored him open. At random, they would stroke against his prostate. Each time, Varka would possessively growl as a lewd moan left Flins. Time blurred together, Flins feeling like he was weightless in the sweetest sea. Just as a third orgasm was ready to wash over him, the fingers were removed from his entrance. A whimper left him as yellow eyes searched hazily for a source of pleasure. They widened as he watched Varka put the slick coated fingers between his lips as he unbuttoned his trousers.
“Fuck…” Varka whispered. He licked the digits clean of the sweet slick.
The fumble out of his trousers was less than graceful. The alpha was determined to be free of his clothes and his hands back on his lover as soon as possible. Flins eyes widened as he finally got sight of what was going inside him. It was even bigger than he had imagined; tip swollen red and leaking precum heavily, veiny and thick. A knot was already beginning to swell at the base of his cock. The pheromones were thick in the small space.
Flins entrance clenched around nothing, more and more slick dripping out of him as he watched Varka stroke his length a few times to take the edge off. The fae bit his lip as the alpha returned between his legs. The massive member slid over his hole a few times, gathering slick to slip inside easier. The friction made both men groan.
“Kyryll.” Varka leaned between them, stealing a kiss. “If at any time you want or need to stop, we will. I’m going to go as slow as I can.”
“I trust you, my knight. Now please… mate me.” Flins whispered pleadingly.
With a possessive snarl, the tip of the alpha's cock nudged against the rim of his hole. Pressed into a mating press, Flins watched as the thick, massive cock disappeared inside him. The stretch was divine even if he felt like he was being split in half. Inch by inch, the fae prince was filled with his husband for the first time. Lithe fingers held onto muscular arms for dear life. Tears dripped down his cheeks at the overwhelming sensation.
His orgasm crashed through every nerve the second the thick cock practically crushed his prostate. He hardly had time to process the thick wave of pleasure drowning him. Semen coated his chest again, his cock twitching pitifully as the watery liquid dripped from the tip.
“Thats my good boy.” Varka praised. His hips halted. A deep groan rumbled in his chest. “Fuck you’re tight… my love, I’m only half way in.”
Flins couldn't help but whimper. Only half way? He was already deeply seeped in overstimulation. And yet, it was beyond thrilling. It made him want more.
After catching his breath, he nodded to Varka to continue pressing inside him. He watched with blurry eyes as the alphas muscles tensed as he pushed the rest of his length inside. It seemed like the knight was struggling to maintain control and take things slow.
“Fuck… fuck…” Varka whispered under his breath. He bit the inside of his cheek. “So warm and tight… Barbatos help me, I am not going to last long at all. My light, you feel absolutely incredible.”
“I will feel even better when you're knotted inside me.” Flins teased.
Varka's hips slowly retreated before pushing back inside the snug entrance. Flins gasped at the movement, his entire body going slack in his husband's hold. The gentle pace picked up quite quickly. Flins ears turned red as the grand master rattled off praise after praise as he sounded into his entrance.
“You’re so damn pretty, Kyryll.”
“Fuuuck when you squeeze me like that!”
“I can’t wait to fill up this little hole with my cum, fill you so good that your belly bulges…”
“My perfect husband, my perfect mate.”
“You feel far too good wrapped around me like this… I could be inside you every single day if you'd let me.”
Flins eyes rolled back as his back was lifted off the bed. From mating press to riding his knight. Hands held tight onto his hips, the deep thrusts never stalling. He felt one leave his hip to slide across the nape of his neck. Chapped lips met his Adam's apple, pulling his attention.
“Kyryll I’m close.”
Oh Flins knew he was. That knot was swollen and bullying his entrance at every deep thrust. His breath was coming in heavy, the fae feeling each breath against his heated skin.
“Bite me and fill me.” Flins whispered. “Please…. Make me yours, my grand master. Make me your omega.”
He heard a feral sound in his ear before they began to ring. The burn of fangs sinking into his scent gland made it feel like his soul had left his mortal body. He barely registered the stretch as the alphas knot finally locked them together. Flins felt the world go black as a warmth spread throughout him.
When Flins came back to reality, Varka was panting against his shoulder. Blue eyes were glassy, a hint of blood across his lips. None the less, Flins stole a loving kiss.
“Mate.” The fae whispered.
“Thats right… my sweet mate.” Varka pressed their foreheads together. He couldn't help but laugh softly. “Holy shit… I just bitched and mated the prince of the Fae.”
Flins tugged on blonde hair playfully. “I am your husband first… and I wanted to be yours. You courted me, you earned my love. And you are more than worthy to mate the prince of the fae.”
“I love you, my light.” Varka smiled. “Forever and always.”
“And I love you, my knight.”