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“I had thought you were fire away from Lotus Pier. I did not think you would have arrived on time. I suppose it’s a good thing that you do did though or else I wouldn’t have captured such a valuable asset.”
Wen Ruohan stops and glances down at his helpless prisoner. Kneeling on the damp, dirty dungeon floor and naked as the day he was born, Jiang Fengmian glares up balefully at him with hazy, rage-filled eyes. It’s all he can do given how he’s bound with his arms above his head, and his spiritual energy completely sealed.
And the fact that he’s been drugged to the gill with an inhibition-lowering drug.
The man looks like he’s seen better days; his hair is dishevelled, his once proud braids and hair crown gone in the scuffle to drag him from Lotus Pier to the dungeons of the Nightless Sky. His skin is covered in all manners of stains – dirt, blood, sweat, and all manners of disgusting thing seeping the dungeon floors.
A far cry from the noble Alpha sect leader that he was. The dichotomy makes Wen Ruohan bend down and coo at the pathetic worm of a man.
“I am sorry about the loss of your precious little sect and your wife. In my defence, had they surrendered peacefully and agreed to act as Qishan Wen’s auxiliary office, their deaths could have been avoided. Such senseless slaughter…”
He backs away and laughs as alpha pheromones spike a second before Jiang Fengmian lunges for him with a growl. A futile exercise, of course, what with those chains keeping him trapped against the wall.
“Wen Ruohan! I’m going to kill you!”
“My, my, are all Yunmeng Jiang members so feisty? I didn’t think you even had it in you let alone the lucidity to respond! What exemplary self-control!”
His gaze falls on the drooling erect cock between the other’s legs.
“Maybe not such exemplary self-control,” he barks out a laugh. The room is starting to stink with alpha pheromones, the spiciness of rage tinged with the tell-tale scent of an alpha approaching their rut. To another Alpha such as himself, Jiang Fengmian’s scent is absolutely revolting.
He ignores it to continue. “I am sincere about my apology for the death of your wife. Her death is a tactical mistake because it makes you so much more difficult to work with. Had we captured your mate alive, you would have been significantly easier to handle. None of these,” he gestures to Jiang Fengmian, who’s still thrashing and growling like an animal, “chains and binding.” How uncouth.
“But I have some good news for you! You see, given the loss of your mate and your clan, I figured, why not present an opportunity for you to gain both with one fell swoop? Give you a nice little omega to bond with and to breed? Someone worthy of continuing the noble Jiang line. What do you think, hmm?”
Jiang Fengmian ceases his fighting. His eyes are blown wide, pupils dilated that make him look even more beastly than man especially with the way he seems fixated on Wen Ruohan. Despite the evident lust coursing in his veins, the look of growing disgust is evident on his face.
Utterly delicious.
Wen Ruohan grins. “Oh, don’t look at me like that! You haven’t even seen the lucky omega! I promise you that you would change your mind once you see and smell him. The loveliest creature I have certainly laid my eyes on especially now that he’s in his first bloom.”
Wen Ruohan turns to the dungeon door. “Bring in our guest,” he calls out.
The door swings open and two of his minions stumble in, dragging behind the little guest, but Wen Ruohan pays that no mind. He’s too busy keeping his eyes on Jiang Fengmian, at the way his nostrils flair at the addictive sweet and floral scent of an Omega in their first heat, and then, his eyes widen in horror.
“A – A-Cheng?!”
“Surprise!” Wen Ruohan laughs as his men tosses the bound omega onto the ground. Jiang Wanyin lies there in with his hands tied behind his back and a cloth over his eyes, helpless as heat rages within him. His long hair tumbles loose over his shoulders and his body is flushed a rosy pink, its colour evident through the flimsy, borderline translucent silk robe hugging his body. He doesn’t protest from the rough treatment, merely mewls out in deliriousness, a delicious, breathy sound that has Jiang Fengmian visibly swallowing.
“A-Cheng!” Jiang Fengmian calls out. When Jiang Wanyin doesn’t even look at him, the once sect leader turns furious, horrified eyes on Wen Ruohan. “What did you do to him, you sick bastard? Let him go, he’s just a child!”
Wen Ruohan dismisses his men with a lazy wave of his hands. When the door slams shut behind them, he bends down and helps the poor little omega so that he’s seated up. “Oh, don’t you fret, Jiang Fengmian. I haven’t hurt him!” He slides his hand to cup at the omega’s face to which the omega answers by pressing against the touch, rosy pink lips parting to moan softly. “Such a sweet, docile creature. A far cry from when he first arrived but all he needed was a helping, guiding hand.”
“You!”
“He can’t hear you, by the way!” Wen Ruohan tuts, stroking at that soft cheek some more. “My physicians are very, very good at their jobs.”
“You – you poisoned him!”
“Nothing so dramatic! Merely gave him something that keeps his mental state a little…hazy. If anything, I am doing him a favour. It’s not good for an omega to feel that much stress when experiencing their first heat. Certainly not good for their chances of conception.”
Jiang Fengmian goes pale. “You can’t – you can’t possibly expect – he is my son!”
“Hmm, a small trifling matter when he is so, so lovely.”
Wen Ruohan stops caressing the omega in favour of pulling his robes open. The silk cloth unfurls around him like delicate wings, revealing a swath of perfect, soft, pale skin stretched over a slim chest, a toned stomach and long shapely legs that would make any other omega sigh with envy. He wasn’t lying when he said Jiang Wanyin is the loveliest creature he has laid eyes on, made all the lovelier with the flush and tantalizing scent of his first heat.
Wen Ruohan reaches between the boy’s thighs and parts them slowly, so slowly, to reveal the glistening sex between them. The intimate touch has the omega moaning and arching his back, his cute, pink nipples perking up as fresh slick trickles out between his pussy lips.
Jiang Fengmian’s protests die in his throat as his cock twitches in interest.
“Don’t you agree?” Wen Ruohan purrs out. “Isn’t he lovely? Unclaimed, virginal little omega ripe for the picking. Think of how it feels to be the first to sink into that tight pussy all the way to the hilt. Think of the bliss you’d feel to be the first to plough into his untouched womb and to breed him full to bursting.”
He runs his hand down that soft pale thigh, relishing in the heat of that delicate flesh until his fingers brush against those wet lips. Then, he slips between them and pry them open, revealing the tight, pink, throbbing little hole to Jiang Fengmian’s hungry gaze.
The omega cries and bucks his hips, his pussy gushing with more sweet-smelling slick, but Wen Ruohan shushes him.
“Think of how many more litters you can pump into him what with his youth and all. Are you watching him, Jiang Fengmian? Do you see the potential?”
Jiang Fengmian is froze, his eyes are locked onto the lewd tableau in front of him.
“I – I – this is – let him go,” he rasps out weakly, “let him go.”
But the scent of growing alpha arousal doesn’t lie, not when it’s so thick in the air, nor the way Jiang Fengmian’s cock is dripping with his own pre-come, so much so that it’s sliding down his shaft to pool on his lap.
Wen Ruohan tsks and slowly slides his finger between the folds, making the omega cry out at the delicate touch. He ignores Jiang Fengmian’s outraged cry of “Wen Ruohan!!” and slips deeper in that hole until he’s sunk all the way up to his knuckle in perfect, slick warmth. That pretty little cunt flutters around him as the omega gives off another lusty moan.
“Perfectly tight and so, so wet,” he says, languidly pumping his finger in and out as Jiang Wanyin’s rapturous cries grow louder, more desperate, but before the little omega’s pleasure can crest over, he pulls out his digit completely.
He abandons the mewling, shivering omega for Jiang Fengmian, who looks like he’s rapidly losing his battle to the rut building in his body. The alpha blinks hazy eyes at him, trying desperately to focus, and when he does, he growls, low and threatening.
“None of that now. And here, I was trying to be generous and offer you a little taste.”
He holds out his finger covered in omegan slick to the other alpha’s lips. “Suck.”
A glob of spit lands near his feet. “Fuck you.”
So uncouth.
Wen Ruohan draws his other hand back and delivers a harsh, back hand slap. The force of his blow sends the man sprawling to his side.
“You really, really shouldn’t have done that, Fengmian,” he says quietly. He reaches down, hauls the man up by his greasy hair, and pops his finger into his mouth.
“Suck.”
Jiang Fengmian goes completely still. His nostrils flare once more at the sweet, heady scent of fresh omegan heat hitting his tongue.
In the next breath, he lets out a low, hungry groan.
Hungry tongue flashes and laps around his digit as the alpha lets out louder, more desperate sounds of want and need, like a parched man given a glass of cold water. His tongue chases the sweetness, lips pursing to suck every last drop. He whines when Wen Ruohan pulls his finger away.
“Look at you, nothing but an animal,” Wen Ruohan scoffs. “I really should have known better.”
He lets go of the other’s hair and heads back to the still shaking omega. He hauls the boy up into his arms, his movement losing the gentle care in favour of militant efficiency.
“And like all animals, sometimes, you simply have to make them do what you want even if it’s good for them.”
He brings the omega right in front of Jiang Fengmian. This close to the source of addictive smell of heat, not even the other alpha’s stubborn, pesky morals can stop the low growl of lust rising within him. His cock jerks when Wen Ruohan shifts his hold on the omega so that he’s gripping him by the thighs, forcing his legs spread wide.
“I am doing you a favour, Fengmian,” he continues as he lowers the boy so that his wet pussy lips are kissing against Jiang Fengmian’s cock. “Why can't you be difficult and accept my gift?”
Jiang Fengmian jerks his head up. “W – wen Ruohan!” he grits out, “Y – yo –! No! I won’t – A-Cheng!”
Wen Ruohan sinks the boy onto Jiang Fengmian’s cock in one stroke until the alpha is balls deep into his own underage son.
“A – alpha!” Jiang Wanyin sobs over the sound of Jiang Fengmian’s rapturous groans. “Alpha! Big! Too big!”
“Hear that alpha?” Wen Ruohan asks, laughing. He lifts the boy up, ignores the weak way he’s trying to push away, trying to push off, and drops him down, fucking his pussy onto the thick alpha cock once more to the sounds of more cries for clemency from the omega.
“You’re going to wreck your son’s cunt.”
“A-Cheng,” Jiang Fengmian is crying, moaning. He’s also bucking his hips up to grind his cock into his son’s pussy as Wen Ruohan drops the boy down, “A-Cheng, I’m sorry – a – ah!”
His voice breaks off into a hungry moan as Wen Ruohan lifts the boy up and down, harder, faster, forcing that cock to go deeper.
“You’re useless, Fengmian. What sort of alpha doesn’t know how to fuck properly? You can’t expect me to be doing all the work here for you.”
He hauls the flailing, sobbing boy up and up until only the tip of Jiang Fengmian’s cock remains inside.
And Jiang Fengmian, poor bastard, looks like he’s trying his damndest to keep himself from fucking upwards. He looks wild in the eyes, like a man who knows he’s barely hanging on to his sanity by a thread.
“Wen Ruohan, don’t – please don’t,” he begs.
Wen Ruohan sighs. “If only you had begged earlier.”
He drops the boy down.
The omega tosses his head back and screams as Jiang Fengmian cries out, voice hoarse.
“Oh – oh – oh, deep, so deep,” Jiang Wanyin slurs out, “So deep – alpha!”
From his vantage point, Wen Ruohan can see a tell-tale bulge of cock poking from under the omega’s skin, right below his belly-button. He leans over and pats the stomach.
“Fucked right into his womb, hmm, alpha?” he whispers into Jiang Fengmian’s ear, though whether the man can hear him is debatable with the way his eyes seem to go vacant from pleasure. "How does it feel? Does it feel nice?"
"T - tight," Jiang Fengmian grunts out, bliss crossing his expression. "Tight and warm and perfect. So good. So, so good, A-Cheng! Your pussy. Hng!"
“Now that you’ve gone so far, you might as well finish your work. Breed the little bitch. Go on.”
He reaches for the chain and sends a jolt of spirit energy to release Jiang Fengmian’s arms.
The alpha’s hands immediately fly to the omega’s waist. And then, he lifts the body up and slams it down while grinding into the hole with a hungry buck of his hips.
“Yes,” he moans as he repeats his motion again and again to the backdrop of a mewling, crying omega. The last of his senses disappear in favour of burying his cock deep into that womb. “Yes, yes, yes, little omega, sweet omega. So – ung – so tight!”
“Alpha! Please – alpha!”
“Gonna – ung – gonna breed you full – breed you so good – fill you with so many babies.”
Wen Ruohan watches the way the omega is forced to bounce on his father’s hips, forced to take cock until his cries turn hoarse. Wen Ruohan watches the way Jiang Fengmian pushes his own omega son down and bending his legs back before burrowing his cock deep into that pussy once more in a perfect mating press. He watches the way the omega’s eyes roll to the back of his head and gurgles, watches the alpha’s thrusts getting faster, deeper, hips blurring until he's rutting into his son’s pussy like a rabbit or a man possessed.
He continues to watch with rapture when, with one last roar, Jiang Fengmian buries his cock all the way in, his knot inflates and his dick pulses as he empties his balls into that once virginal womb. The omega gives one last breathy little trill and goes still.
“Good job, alpha,” Wen Ruohan purrs. He reaches over and pats the other’s still shivering back. The boy below him looks blissed out of his mind, mouth agape with drool running down his cheek. His stomach is also starting to bulge from his father’s cock and come inside filling him full. “A couple more times and you’re bound to breed a whole litter inside of him. What say you? Are you up for the challenge?”
The alpha groans and jerks his hips a little to thrust into the boy. Wen Ruohan will take that as an enthusiastic yes.
Unfortunately, Wen Ruohan can’t stay in the dungeon in perpetuity to watch the father and son pair fuck like rabbits so by the sixth time Jiang Fengmian breeds his young son full, he leaves the tied pair to their fun.
He returns the next morning to the sound of fresh, horrified cries.
“F – father? Father – please – no, no – don’t – AH!”
“I’m sorry, A-Cheng. I’m so sorry, I can’t stop. I can’t stop.”
He cracks open the dungeon door and peaks inside. Ah, it appears the alpha and omega’s drug-induced haze has run its course. What a situation the omega must have woken up to – his father’s cock buried deep in his womb as his stomach is swollen almost as if he’s heavily pregnant.
And when he tries to protest, he must have found himself being fucked once more.
“Father!” the omega sobs. His legs are forced apart as the very same man he’s begging to stop is rutting into his ruined cunt. “Father, please stop!”
With every new thrust, old come blurts out of his gaping hole. It's clear as day that those pleas to stop have come far, far too late, if not for the state of his body then from the damning scent of warm milk that is starting to lace the boy's floral scent - a sign of a new life, or many new lives, beginning to take root into his womb.
“I’m sorry, A-Cheng. I – I promise to take responsibility. I will never leave you or your children. I will do everything to protect you. A-Cheng, A-Cheng, A-Cheng!”
Wen Ruohan smiles. He loves it when his plans come to fruition.