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ladiesofthronesThere wasn't much space in the back room of EthoCorp. Presumably, Etho had picked it specifically for that reason. Nebris thought it was just like the cocky alpha to get his bondmate alone and put him in compromising positions. From up against the wall, to down on his knees, the wetness around his legs was evidence of Etho's master plan.
Jerk.
Slowly, teasingly, Nebris met Etho's heated gaze as they kissed. He broke it with a smirk and started to slide down the wall, revelling in the flicker of lust that destroyed the ninja's flawless self-control. Nebris loved winning and he cherished every small victory. As he reached the floor, he grabbed the waistband of his bondmate's pants and gazed up cheekily.
Etho was transfixed. He watched Nebris' every move with the intense focus that he usually demonstrated on the battle field. His adoration was simultaneously flattering and unsettling. The strength of the bond was a frightening thing. It had turned enemies into lovers, using nothing more than an overload of hormones.
There was a time when Nebris would have given anything to never meet his bondmate, but he was starting to put those days behind him. It wasn't so bad, as long as they managed to keep their relationship secret. Nebris got the best of both worlds that way. He could appear as strong and ferocious as all the others (who mistook him for an alpha) while spending blissful nights with Etho. Sure, it wasn't ideal and sometimes the self-loathing was nearly too much to bear, but his partner seemed to make everything better. He couldn't explain how. Etho just did.
"Nebris. You don't have to do this." Etho warned him.
Despite his words, Nebris could see how badly he needed it. In fact, he could sense. Etho's scent was an intoxicating one - honey, cinnamon and redstone powder. Nebris could swear he got drunk on it.
"You nervous? A big strong alpha like you?" he shot back.
The concern Etho's face held dissipated and he growled. His alpha instincts made him hate disrespect, especially from his omega.
"Get on with it."
It was easier for Nebris when Etho was harder with him, rougher. He could pretend it all meant nothing then. Their relationship was sex - that was it. Sometimes his guard slipped and him and Etho talked like soulmates, but Nebris was always left feeling deflated afterwards. He had spent his whole life fighting against his submissive nature. He would never truly be able to stop.
Nebris' hands hovered over the zip as he deftly removed Etho's clothing. His erection was even more obvious through the thin fabric of his underwear and Nebris reached for it eagerly. He coaxed it out and planted a kiss on the tip, smiling as Etho groaned. His own arousal was building, heat burning in his chest, but he was too fixated on the task at hand to notice. Etho clearly did. Nebris' scent was driving him crazy.
His tongue explored leisurely, travelling the length of the shaft. As his warm breath ghosted over the base of Etho's cock, the ninja pressed forward impatiently. Under different circumstances, Nebris would have laughed. Etho acted as if he was in control, but his bondmate knew how to unravel him effortlessly. He didn't dwell on the fact that their intimate knowledge of each other went both ways.
Finally, he took the tip in his mouth and sucked.
"N-Nebris" Etho moaned.
Encouraged, he went deeper, waiting until he felt Etho at the back of his throat.
"Be careful" his bondmate murmured, and he knew he was talking about the knot.
Luckily, Nebris liked a challenge.
When Etho swelled, he was ready, opening his mouth even further to accommodate him. From the scent thick in the air, strong and overpowering, Etho was close. Sure enough, after some sucking from Nebris, the ninja climaxed with a cry. Hot cum trickled down his throat as he waited for the swelling to the pass.
For other couples, it may have been an awkward predicament, but somehow it never felt that way between them. Etho looked at him lovingly - almost in awe. His gaze almost made Nebris feel guilty. What the hell was he doing? He had spent his whole life training so he would never end up on his knees sucking some guy off like a whore. He had never wanted to be someone's bitch.
Etho pulled out and put his clothes back on. Almost immediately, Nebris spat the cum on the floor. He pretended not to see Etho's anger, then hurt, before finally neutrality. When Nebris walked out the door, he left in silence.
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The Mindcrack Pack had numerous ferocious warriors who took every opportunity to test their strength. Never was this more true than in the case of their war games (or "UHC" as they had nicknamed it). The alphas, sometimes with betas included, travelled to the surrounding fields and biomes to engage in a survival competition. The last man standing (who wasn't beaten by the elements or other pack members) was declared the champion. Nebris was on a winning streak, but had also been denied victory many times before. Mainly by Etho - the only person who could match him in combat AND in wits.
A UHC was scheduled for that afternoon. Objectively, Nebris wondered if he was in too much of a dishevelled state to compete. Etho knew how to get him all worked up. At the very least, he would need to swallow a bunch of suppressants and drown himself in cologne. He was too horny for his own good. The only thing was, taking the drugs would break his promise to Etho.
As he collapsed onto his bed, he glanced at the flowerpots that decorated most of the surfaces. More evidence of Etho's consideration. Nebris grumbled to himself and settled for the cologne. The suppressants could wait until his regular heat cycle.
He had two hours until the games were due to begin. That was enough for some weight training and maybe some sword practice. Plenty of time to calm down too. The stickiness around his legs would be a distant memory by that point. He hoped.
However, he had not counted on a visitor. When the door first opened, his mind automatically flickered to his bondmate. Perhaps Etho had come to punish him, or force him to submit. He was disgusted by how his heart raced at the thought and resolved to not fixate on that possibility again.
It was Vechs, green goggles hanging askew around his neck. Immediately, his nose wrinkled subtly, but Nebris assumed he would just blame it on the excess of lavender.
"Change of plan, Nebbykins. Its a team UHC" he announced excitedly.
Nebris couldn't help but grimace. The randomness of teams irked him. Sure, sometimes he was partnered with people he liked, or could fight well besides - but every time he spent hours surrounded by others, he couldn't help but worry about his scent becoming noticeable. He wouldn't have access to cologne. Only flowers, if he could pick them.
Besides, as a general rule, team members slowed him down. Especially if they were inexperienced.
"Great." he answered, going back to his weights.
Vechs flashed him a shark-like grin.
"Why the face? We get to pick them. Teams of three. You, me, and Zisteau."
That made him smile. It had been a while since Z had taken part, but he always managed to perform well in past UHCs. Trust Vechs, the sly thing, to talk him into being on their team.
"Perfect." But even as Nebris said it, something else occurred to him.
Unbidden, his thoughts raced to Etho. Would he be taking part? And would he hope to be with Nebris or...
No. That was ridiculous. He would be with Beef and Pause, of course. And besides, they were still bitter enemies on the battlefield. Nothing would ever change that because Nebris wouldn't allow it. He wasn't weak. He didn't need Etho to treat him differently, just because they were fucking. It wasn't anything more than sex. All the late night conversations, watching the sunrise, talking about the small things that made him smile was just a side effect of biology. It wasn't real.
The bond could be ignored. Or, if not ignored, than fought. Nebris had battled his true nature almost all his life. This wasn't all that different.
His stomach twisted. It was similar to the feeling of his heat, but without the accompanying stickiness. It felt suspiciously like guilt. He forced himself to focus on Vechs, and tried to convince himself it was nothing to worry about.
"Great. I'll meet you at spawn in an hour. Tell Z it's good to have him on our team."
Vechs fixed him with an odd look. In the dim light, his green goggles flashed in a way that made his entire face seem green.
"The lavender is still here." he pointed out.
Nebris didn't hesitate in his response, artfully avoiding suspicious behaviour.
"So?" he demanded.
Vechs giggled to himself.
"Nothing." he responded, and left.
Other people might have been disturbed, but not Nebris. It was just Vechs being Vechs. He was diabolical by nature.
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Etho didn't say a word to him, even as a group of 15 mindcrackers assembled to begin the UHC. Which was fine. Nebris didn't care - not one bit. Etho could do what he pleased. If a tiny part of Nebris recalled the occasions they trained together and discussed tactics, secretly hoping that one day they would be able to team up and obliterate the field, he silenced it with characteristic savageness. Fine. Whatever. Vechs and Z would be much better.
Even so, he couldn't help his gaze flickering to his bondmate. He looked... un-Etho-like.
The bags under his eyes were noticeable despite the distance between them. Even worse, although he was stood by the rest of team Canada, none of them were speaking. Most disturbing was Pause, usually all jokes and smiles, looking stone-faced and serious. What the hell was going on? Etho wouldn't even meet his gaze. He thought he caught a disapproving frown aimed in his direction, but it was so brief he could have imagined it.
Vechs and Zisteau came to stand by him as Guude began to speak. There was no more time to worry. UHC had started.
Jerk.
Slowly, teasingly, Nebris met Etho's heated gaze as they kissed. He broke it with a smirk and started to slide down the wall, revelling in the flicker of lust that destroyed the ninja's flawless self-control. Nebris loved winning and he cherished every small victory. As he reached the floor, he grabbed the waistband of his bondmate's pants and gazed up cheekily.
Etho was transfixed. He watched Nebris' every move with the intense focus that he usually demonstrated on the battle field. His adoration was simultaneously flattering and unsettling. The strength of the bond was a frightening thing. It had turned enemies into lovers, using nothing more than an overload of hormones.
There was a time when Nebris would have given anything to never meet his bondmate, but he was starting to put those days behind him. It wasn't so bad, as long as they managed to keep their relationship secret. Nebris got the best of both worlds that way. He could appear as strong and ferocious as all the others (who mistook him for an alpha) while spending blissful nights with Etho. Sure, it wasn't ideal and sometimes the self-loathing was nearly too much to bear, but his partner seemed to make everything better. He couldn't explain how. Etho just did.
"Nebris. You don't have to do this." Etho warned him.
Despite his words, Nebris could see how badly he needed it. In fact, he could sense. Etho's scent was an intoxicating one - honey, cinnamon and redstone powder. Nebris could swear he got drunk on it.
"You nervous? A big strong alpha like you?" he shot back.
The concern Etho's face held dissipated and he growled. His alpha instincts made him hate disrespect, especially from his omega.
"Get on with it."
It was easier for Nebris when Etho was harder with him, rougher. He could pretend it all meant nothing then. Their relationship was sex - that was it. Sometimes his guard slipped and him and Etho talked like soulmates, but Nebris was always left feeling deflated afterwards. He had spent his whole life fighting against his submissive nature. He would never truly be able to stop.
Nebris' hands hovered over the zip as he deftly removed Etho's clothing. His erection was even more obvious through the thin fabric of his underwear and Nebris reached for it eagerly. He coaxed it out and planted a kiss on the tip, smiling as Etho groaned. His own arousal was building, heat burning in his chest, but he was too fixated on the task at hand to notice. Etho clearly did. Nebris' scent was driving him crazy.
His tongue explored leisurely, travelling the length of the shaft. As his warm breath ghosted over the base of Etho's cock, the ninja pressed forward impatiently. Under different circumstances, Nebris would have laughed. Etho acted as if he was in control, but his bondmate knew how to unravel him effortlessly. He didn't dwell on the fact that their intimate knowledge of each other went both ways.
Finally, he took the tip in his mouth and sucked.
"N-Nebris" Etho moaned.
Encouraged, he went deeper, waiting until he felt Etho at the back of his throat.
"Be careful" his bondmate murmured, and he knew he was talking about the knot.
Luckily, Nebris liked a challenge.
When Etho swelled, he was ready, opening his mouth even further to accommodate him. From the scent thick in the air, strong and overpowering, Etho was close. Sure enough, after some sucking from Nebris, the ninja climaxed with a cry. Hot cum trickled down his throat as he waited for the swelling to the pass.
For other couples, it may have been an awkward predicament, but somehow it never felt that way between them. Etho looked at him lovingly - almost in awe. His gaze almost made Nebris feel guilty. What the hell was he doing? He had spent his whole life training so he would never end up on his knees sucking some guy off like a whore. He had never wanted to be someone's bitch.
Etho pulled out and put his clothes back on. Almost immediately, Nebris spat the cum on the floor. He pretended not to see Etho's anger, then hurt, before finally neutrality. When Nebris walked out the door, he left in silence.
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The Mindcrack Pack had numerous ferocious warriors who took every opportunity to test their strength. Never was this more true than in the case of their war games (or "UHC" as they had nicknamed it). The alphas, sometimes with betas included, travelled to the surrounding fields and biomes to engage in a survival competition. The last man standing (who wasn't beaten by the elements or other pack members) was declared the champion. Nebris was on a winning streak, but had also been denied victory many times before. Mainly by Etho - the only person who could match him in combat AND in wits.
A UHC was scheduled for that afternoon. Objectively, Nebris wondered if he was in too much of a dishevelled state to compete. Etho knew how to get him all worked up. At the very least, he would need to swallow a bunch of suppressants and drown himself in cologne. He was too horny for his own good. The only thing was, taking the drugs would break his promise to Etho.
As he collapsed onto his bed, he glanced at the flowerpots that decorated most of the surfaces. More evidence of Etho's consideration. Nebris grumbled to himself and settled for the cologne. The suppressants could wait until his regular heat cycle.
He had two hours until the games were due to begin. That was enough for some weight training and maybe some sword practice. Plenty of time to calm down too. The stickiness around his legs would be a distant memory by that point. He hoped.
However, he had not counted on a visitor. When the door first opened, his mind automatically flickered to his bondmate. Perhaps Etho had come to punish him, or force him to submit. He was disgusted by how his heart raced at the thought and resolved to not fixate on that possibility again.
It was Vechs, green goggles hanging askew around his neck. Immediately, his nose wrinkled subtly, but Nebris assumed he would just blame it on the excess of lavender.
"Change of plan, Nebbykins. Its a team UHC" he announced excitedly.
Nebris couldn't help but grimace. The randomness of teams irked him. Sure, sometimes he was partnered with people he liked, or could fight well besides - but every time he spent hours surrounded by others, he couldn't help but worry about his scent becoming noticeable. He wouldn't have access to cologne. Only flowers, if he could pick them.
Besides, as a general rule, team members slowed him down. Especially if they were inexperienced.
"Great." he answered, going back to his weights.
Vechs flashed him a shark-like grin.
"Why the face? We get to pick them. Teams of three. You, me, and Zisteau."
That made him smile. It had been a while since Z had taken part, but he always managed to perform well in past UHCs. Trust Vechs, the sly thing, to talk him into being on their team.
"Perfect." But even as Nebris said it, something else occurred to him.
Unbidden, his thoughts raced to Etho. Would he be taking part? And would he hope to be with Nebris or...
No. That was ridiculous. He would be with Beef and Pause, of course. And besides, they were still bitter enemies on the battlefield. Nothing would ever change that because Nebris wouldn't allow it. He wasn't weak. He didn't need Etho to treat him differently, just because they were fucking. It wasn't anything more than sex. All the late night conversations, watching the sunrise, talking about the small things that made him smile was just a side effect of biology. It wasn't real.
The bond could be ignored. Or, if not ignored, than fought. Nebris had battled his true nature almost all his life. This wasn't all that different.
His stomach twisted. It was similar to the feeling of his heat, but without the accompanying stickiness. It felt suspiciously like guilt. He forced himself to focus on Vechs, and tried to convince himself it was nothing to worry about.
"Great. I'll meet you at spawn in an hour. Tell Z it's good to have him on our team."
Vechs fixed him with an odd look. In the dim light, his green goggles flashed in a way that made his entire face seem green.
"The lavender is still here." he pointed out.
Nebris didn't hesitate in his response, artfully avoiding suspicious behaviour.
"So?" he demanded.
Vechs giggled to himself.
"Nothing." he responded, and left.
Other people might have been disturbed, but not Nebris. It was just Vechs being Vechs. He was diabolical by nature.
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Etho didn't say a word to him, even as a group of 15 mindcrackers assembled to begin the UHC. Which was fine. Nebris didn't care - not one bit. Etho could do what he pleased. If a tiny part of Nebris recalled the occasions they trained together and discussed tactics, secretly hoping that one day they would be able to team up and obliterate the field, he silenced it with characteristic savageness. Fine. Whatever. Vechs and Z would be much better.
Even so, he couldn't help his gaze flickering to his bondmate. He looked... un-Etho-like.
The bags under his eyes were noticeable despite the distance between them. Even worse, although he was stood by the rest of team Canada, none of them were speaking. Most disturbing was Pause, usually all jokes and smiles, looking stone-faced and serious. What the hell was going on? Etho wouldn't even meet his gaze. He thought he caught a disapproving frown aimed in his direction, but it was so brief he could have imagined it.
Vechs and Zisteau came to stand by him as Guude began to speak. There was no more time to worry. UHC had started.
