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Kishiar gave a short disbelieving laugh when he looked into the box that His Majesty had delivered to him as soon as the latest rumors about the new ‘second gender’ were being spread about.
It had only been one month since the Red Stone fell and Awakeners emerged in the land. One month since Awakeners developed ‘second genders’ and one week since the first Awakeners fell into what was now termed as ‘heat’.
And yet.
“And just where in the world did he get these…?” Kishiar wondered as he pulled out a long, soft rubber tube and a little note telling him not to suppress his heat in case it affected the internal state of his recently stabilized vessel. Kishiar had been thinking about taking sedatives for a week for his very incoming heat or just suppressing all his internal energies, but if His Majesty was worried enough to bring up this rather uncomfortable topic and order him not to… even getting him and delivering him a toy… then…
Kishiar half-sighed and half-looked at the toy in amusement.
In all his life, Kishiar would have never imagined Keilusa to give him a sex toy no matter what the circumstance.
Also, even if Keilusa didn’t know his current size, wasn’t this rather adorably small?
But giving Keilusa benefit of doubt and also knowing that his heat was probably going to appear sometime this week, Kishiar thumbed the cute, snug entrance of the cylinder and decided to test it out. To his amusement, because he must be imagining things, the material seemed to jolt under his thumb, especially as he slipped a third of his finger into the soft opening, toyingly feeling the rather soft inside walls out.
It was stretchable, Kishiar noted in amusement as he slipped his index finger in too, sliding it against the walls in circles.
Maybe it could fit him if he stretched and prepared it like he had once read in the books.
Kishiar pulled out the bottle of lube His Majesty had also delivered to him, sat on his bed with his sleeping robe open, and got to work.
Despite how he had just been carelessly playing around with the toy in the beginning, Kishiar found himself getting surprisingly engrossed with the toy, trying to stick his fingers further in and scissoring and stretching it with his lubed fingers. The tightness felt like a challenge and he loved challenges. The softness and way it seemed to twitch and move around his fingers felt like it was real and Kishiar groaned as he imagined it clenching and clinging around his already hard cock instead. It had been so long since he had pleasured himself, maybe too long if he was being this affected by a toy, but Kishiar couldn’t help but stretch the tube faster in anticipation.
Kishiar shoved his thick fingers in deep, three now and he was seriously considering just fisting the tube and watching it cling and squirm around his entire hand, but he was horny and impatient and wanted to feel it now.
Satisfying his curiosity of how it’d feel around his fist could be a thought for later.
As he took out his fingers, Kishiar lovingly swirled his wet fingers in a circle within the walls of the now gaping hole slick with lube and then shoved the tube hard and fast on his leaking cock.
Kishiar groaned as he imagined a person gasping, back arching with the way the sleeve twitched and jerked on his humongous cock. It was still quite a tight fit because Kishiar was just so big and there was still a number of centimeters to go because his cock was longer than his fingers so he couldn’t quite stretch that far in, but Kishiar was eager to solve that problem.
Kishiar began with an experimental thrust before finding himself just pounding in because of how good it felt and how much he wanted the sleeve to just cover all of his cock, take in every inch as soon as possible. Kishiar’s eyes closed in pleasure as he imagined the silky slick texture wrapping tightly all over him and thrusted harder, claiming more ground, penetrating deeper, finding himself even rolling over from his sitting position to his knees to slam into the adorable person he imagined underneath him gasping and moaning helplessly under his wild assault.
He imagined their arms wrapping around his shoulders as they clung on for life. He imagined the way their nails would sink into his skin from mind breaking pleasure. He imagined dark lashes wet with tears, helpless cries, a bullied body shaking and writhing unimaginably under him, unconsciously trying to escape from the devastating ecstasy Kishiar was piling onto them but trapped by Kishiar’s weight and unable to go.
So good… How did it feel so good… Kishiar groaned as his hand gripped tightly around the tube, doing as he will with it with the steadiness and strength of a Swordmaster.
When the walls spasmed around his cock as if simulating a climax and yet continued to take and submit to his dominating pillar, it wasn’t long until Kishiar buried his entire length into the tube and came, releasing years worth of pent up seed into it. Kishiar groaned, rutting a little more into the quivering sleeve, grinding his still semi-hard cock into the wet warmth.
More… He wanted to taste more. Kishiar felt himself harden fully inside the sleeve and began thrusting again, his body lurching forward to bite where he imagined was the other person’s neck in his pillow. He imagined a black haired person cry out in ecstasy.
As expected of Keilusa to not skimp out on presents to him, even in something like this where he’d be too embarrassed to buy the gift himself, Kishiar thought many rounds later, so very content with his present.
There were other toys in the box, but Kishiar thought that just this would do for his incoming heat.
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Two years later
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Although second genders were something still relatively new, omega was a second gender that people were already discriminating as weak.
How intriguing it was then that the greatest talent to appear in his new Cavalry organization was an omega.
Kishiar wondered what the pleasant-looking man’s scent was as he happily forced the young man to sit in the chair in front of his desk for a talk. The young man didn’t look like he wanted to be there, probably had even intended to leave as soon as he reported what division he wanted to be in, but Kishiar wasn’t bothered. Yuder wasn’t known to want to socialize with anyone, having already rejected even the bright sunny recruit Gakane’s invitations many times before as well.
Kishiar wanted to know more about Yuder, his most prodigious member who Kishiar had already intended to make him the Sul Division Commander as soon as he saw Yuder use the four elements in the entry test.
Kishiar idly thumbed the inside of a rubber tube in his hand under the table as he remembered how the fire had made Yuder’s face look so warm and pretty, how he wished the water so close to Yuder’s cheek was something else…
Kishiar’s thumb unknowingly pressed harder, stroked faster along the opening of the tube as he remembered Yuder’s entrance exam. His nail grazed at the tender flesh now and then, leaving little quivers in his wake.
It was probably in bad form to hold something as inappropriate as this while talking with someone, but Yuder had chosen a late hour (probably to avoid encountering anyone else) to talk to him and Kishiar was really so used to playing with the toy every night, sometimes even during the day. That the toy appeared so ordinary and inconspicuous didn’t help Kishiar’s increasing boldness and desire to touch it more over the years.
That the toy was so addicting didn’t help either. Kishiar had long past puberty, but he felt like he could bury his length inside its tender warmth every hour every day. There had even been times when he had just used it as a cock warmer, keeping it hugging and warming his cock all day. When his heat came, his primal urges wouldn’t let him leave it either, keeping the hole imitation plugged up with his seed even long after his knot deflated. Many times, he would imagine a belly bulging from his cock and seed, his omega satisfied and well-bred.
Omega… He had yet to meet an omega with the same scent as the sweet omega scent the toy seemed to have gained after his first heat using it, but sometimes he imagined someone like the person of his imagination and dreams. Black hair, black eyes, pretty like…
Kishiar unknowingly slipped another finger in the hole, twirling it around, sliding it in and out, pushing its length so far in to a wonderful place that would always make the walls of the toy seem to quiver and jolt-
Yuder jolted mid-conversation just as the toy seemed to when Kishiar nicked that little spot, teasingly pressing it.
Kishiar blinked, unintentionally pressing that area again in his surprise.
Although Yuder’s overall expression was impassive as if nothing was happening, if Kishiar looked closer as he had been the whole conversation with this wonderful specimen…
Yuder’s spine was shivering. Imperceptibly, so very carefully restrained, but there if someone was intensely looking.
Kishiar found himself swiping over that spot again.
Yuder very subtly bit his lip before standing. “Excuse me, Commander. I have to go.”
“…What for?” Kishiar stopped him before he could leave. “We’re in the middle of a fascinating conversation. You’re making me feel like I’m the only one who treasured this time now. Whatever had suddenly become more important than your Commander?”
Yuder seemed to freeze a little, especially as he realized that it was rather improper and impudent of him, a commoner, to leave mid-conversation with his superior and a high-ranking noble in one, but he quickly came up with an excuse. “Restroom. I have to use the restroom.”
Kishiar observed him as he patted the tender spot inside the toy again and again with one hand and gestured to his office’s bedroom with the other.
“Then feel free to use my restroom and return.”
Yuder looked like he wanted to argue, excuse himself to his own room right away, but he closed his mouth and nodded when Kishiar suddenly rubbed the spot hard. Before Yuder rushed away to the direction Kishiar had gestured him to, Yuder’s very suppressed scent had escaped along with an unmistakable smell of slick and Kishiar exhaled upon confirming his suspicions.
Same scent and those impeccably timed reactions…
No… No way… Kishiar shook his head in denial. Kishiar shook his head again in attempt to clear the fog of lust that habitually filled him upon smelling that scent and stood up, following after Yuder while stroking the toy intensely.
Kishiar found the restroom door open, Yuder having not managed to close and lock it as Yuder collapsed against a wall, eyes closed and teeth desperately biting his own sleeve to keep his noises in. Muffled whimpers escaped Yuder as Kishiar’s fingers scraped his insides and there was no denying the way both Yuder and the toy spasmed and squirted when Kishiar’s finger had rubbed harshly into Yuder’s prostate one last time.
The phantom wetness and smell had always been Kishiar’s imagination, but there was no denying the real smell of sex and aroused omega that matched his dreams and imagination and even more.
For the first time ever, Kishiar dropped the toy on the ground.
The loud thunk caused Yuder to startle and look up.
Then
“Commander!” Yuder jolted and moved to stand up. “I-“ At any other time, Kishiar would have found the red blush on Yuder’s face and how he was trying to stand on shaky doe-like legs adorable and maybe mercilessly tease him about it, but at the moment Kishiar couldn’t help but feel a little horror.
He was…?
Kishiar absently found himself gently pushing Yuder to remain sitting down. “No need.” There was no need for Yuder to explain himself. In fact, it was Kishiar who should and Kishiar did.
To Kishiar’s immense gratitude and anxiety, Yuder remained quiet until the end, allowing him to finish explaining his suspicions, thoughts, and apologies.
“I’m sorry. I swear I will never do this again.” Kishiar promised after everything though his heart mourned a little for the toy and especially so for the person whom he knew he’d like but probably had lost chances with forever.
To his surprise, however, Yuder didn’t sound happy with that. “…Never?”
“Yuder?”
“What if I want you to do it?” He mumbled to himself, but it wasn’t inaudible to a Swordmaster’s ears.
Kishiar inhaled a deep breath. Did Yuder just say…
“You want to do it?”
Yuder’s shoulders jerked a little as if he hadn’t expected his muttered words to have been heard, but then he paused and then nodded, eyes looking both a little hesitant and a little expectant. “…Do you not want to do it, Commander?” Yuder asked after a while when Kishiar failed to respond in his shock.
“No… I want to do it.” Kishiar finally responded, eyes a little burning because how could he not want to do it with Yuder, the person he liked even before realizing all this.
Kishiar didn’t realize when their faces got so close to each other, the both of them drawn like magnets, until he was asking confirmation right in front of Yuder’s lips. “Are you sure?”
Yuder nodded.
And they stared a little longer before they collided their lips together in a kiss, hands frantically touching and stripping the other now that they finally could.
It was noted many times that night that the real thing was so much better.