Vars
When his husband and Ignil left Vars immediately tugged on his clothing before he stormed his way outside. It was by luck one of the garden staff happened to be nearby. He whistled and called the female beta over to him. He looked down at her from his sundeck as she approached with her head bowed.
"Prince Consort" she addressed with a bow.
"I need you to tell the Head Gardener that the Prince Consort wants his bouquets delivered, he'll know which ones I speak of" He stated with a lazy drawl. Acting as if this command wasn't a priority or needed to be done as quickly as possible.
"Please go right away, you're dismissed" he voiced waving her off. She bobbed her head once before turning and moving off at a brisk pace. He turned and went back into his room, he went to his desk and added a note in the invisible ink to each of his letters to his wolves and sealed them back up. He crossed over and knocked on the door, Tyian opened up and glanced toward him.
"Am I prohibited from sending messages?" He questioned the middle-aged Alpha.
"Not yet, shall I send these to the tower then?" Tian questioned.
"Right away, also send a letter to Ser Gail, a fox has been spotted in the gardens and I wish for him to guard my roses, it'll be something for the Knight to do aside from collecting dust," he remarked in a disinterested fashion. None of his guards knew about the secret relationship between him and Gail.
"Of course Prince Consort, but tell me will our games of BraakenHold be stopped now?" Tyian asked. Internally Vars rolled his eyes, of course, the Alpha wanted to know if his cock was still going to be sucked through all of this. Vars smiled and slipped his hand forward, placing it delicately on the guard's shoulder.
"Of course, why wouldn't it? Although our games will be shorter I'm afraid, that shouldn't be a problem?" he asked looking up from under his lashes. Tyian's eyes glazed over as Vars licked his lips slowly.
"Never, Prince Consort" the man replied. Vars bid the man leave for his commands. He turned and glanced at his other guard, a beta named Eri. Shorter than most but built like a bull with a thick neck and chest. He had a short wide cock that was even wider than some Alpha's cocks, and Eri loved to stroke it while watching Vars wash his feet. To Vars, Eri was the easier Guard to seduce.
"Don't worry Eri, you can still bring me my evening tea, we'll just have to be quick about it," he said with wink. Eri smiled back and Vars shut the door with a satisfied smile. He had been taken by surprise but that didn't mean he was going to be routed. He had always had plans and safeguards set in place, why else would he garner so much loyalty from so many Alpha and Beta guards? He was a lone Omega, but that didn't mean he was weak or defenseless.
Vars sat at his desk and poured himself more wine, he than waited to see what storm this Ignil and his husband would bring.
Turns out the storm was an infuriating one. Three days of consuming only water and bread does little for anyone's hunger or mood. This 'purge' made him feel lethargic and irritable. He spent the majority of his time lying in bed. But on the third day, he realized that's exactly what Ignil wanted. He wanted him soft and weak. But Vars was too stubborn to let him win. So instead he forced himself to exercise. He ran circles around his room and worked his entire body for as long as it would let him.
He drilled himself again and again with his hidden branch, imagining the target he was fighting was Ignil. Today there was a group going through the gardens, searching for specific plants under Ignil's commands. Making sure the precious Prince Consort wasn't being tainted by the roses or gardenias. Vars put his fake sword away as the gardeners got closer, all of them looked exhausted as they meticulously sifted through every leaf.
He shook his head, they wouldn't find anything. The gardener was an older Omega, one who had been locked in a cage for nearly thirty years. He had no Alpha as he was marked barren. So the head of castle staff was to hold his keys. Because even Omega's who were entirely in charge of their person still had to have their bodies controlled by others for some entirely stupid reason. Vars had helped the man, finding the key to his cage and making a spare of it so the Omega could see to his needs without relying on the Head of Staff.
The Gardener used his age as a means to trick the Head of Staff as to why the Omega wasn't coming to him to be unlocked. He told a lie stating he just didn't have the need at the ripe age of fifty when in reality he was sure the man was pleasuring himself whenever he damn well pleased as was his fucking right.
The Gardener, Thomas, repaid him back by keeping a special crop of his rare plants. The ones he used to keep his heat at bay and to stop seed from sowing in his womb.
So for now those plants would be safe, the only issue was there was no possibility for Vars to get his hands on his beloved medication. With each day that passed by he was closer to a day when seed would be sown and had a chance of catching a pregnancy. Each day would go by would be another day for his heat cycle to finally kick in after being held back for so long.
Tonight Harvel would come to his room and stay the entire night. He wouldn't leave nor would he be unlocked. Vars prepared ahead of time and unlocked himself their morning, bringing himself to two orgasms with his hand around his cock and his fingers toying with his slit, thinking of Gail's mouth the entire time. He took a bath to clean himself after.
Prince Harvel entered with a smile and bearing a small gift. A bowl of fresh fruit that admittedly Vars was ravenous for. Apparently, he had been approved to have some minor fruit incorporated into his diet. His husband wasted no time getting to the matter at hand. Getting him filled with a babe. So the moment he finished his fruit his husband took them to bed, setting him on his hands and knees, stretching him open before thrusting in jarring and hard as the Prince worked himself quickly to finish and to knot.
Even if Vars was allowed he wouldn't have been able to cum from this. There was no pleasure in being used like an animal, to be debased and fucked into. No respect, no compassion. No Love, it didn't matter how big or thick Harvel's cock was, didn't matter the man was his 'Alpha' or 'Husband' to Vars nights like this were spent getting lost in thought, concentrating on making the right sounds and pretending to enjoy when in reality he'd rather be doing paperwork.
Finally, the dreaded sounds of his Harvel's climax filled the room. The man growled and shouted as he quickened his pace until finally, the man's hips snapped firmly against him, the intense pain of his knot expanding within him as his husband filled him with his seed. Vars prayed into the sheets that it did not sow. He did not want a babe, he did not want a child. He did not want to be forced to be a mother to a child he did not choose to have. He was not a bitch to be bred, he was a beast to be feared.
