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Somehow, despite being kidnapped, the girls were the most surprising part of this whole ordeal. It only took a day before they wormed their way into the bedroom, though Utahime wasn’t sure if they had been given express permission. They were happy and healthy, a far contrast from the reports they’d received after Geto had massacred their village, and around the same age as Megumi and Tsumiki as far as she could tell.
During the day, when they were given a break from their lessons, they would sneak into her room to pepper her with questions. They’d never been around an omega before. Both girls were fortunately too young to have presented with a secondary gender, but she could tell they were both wary and curious about her presence. Even though they hadn’t presented yet, they could still note the different scents between her and Geto, which only piqued their interest more.
Like her back then, they found comfort in Geto’s scent. She caught it on their clothes, a faint sign of his protection and affection. It was obvious, judging from the way they were dressed and how they spoke of him, that he adored them as much as they loved him. So many people believed that alphas were arrogant and selfish, taking whatever they wanted due to their superiority, but they forgot that alphas were also meant to protect.
Maybe it wasn’t in their nature to nurture, but Geto had clearly done his best with the two young girls he’d taken in. It shouldn’t have pleased Utahime as much as it did. She tried not to simmer with irritation whenever the girls pushed themselves into her room. It wasn’t their fault that they were a reminder of what Geto was capable of, the very thing that omegas craved deep down.
It took a few days, but she managed to cajole them into undoing the restraints. Geto had begun to take them off whenever he visited so she could use the restroom, wash herself, or eat. It wouldn’t do him much good to try to convince her into letting her guard down if she was held down, even if she was still caged. The girls didn’t like the restraints though. The sight made them anxious. It didn’t line up with their vision of Geto.
He may have killed non-sorcerers, but he wasn’t needlessly cruel.
And he liked her. They always insisted on that.
“Would you like some more tea?” Mimiko asked. She was the more subdued of the twins, but the cursed doll with a noose hanging around its neck and tied to the back of her chair pointed to something darker within her.
“Yes, please,” Utahime replied.
“Sugar?”
“No, thank you.”
Nanako placed a spoonful of sugar in the tea her sister poured her. “Geto-sama doesn’t like his tea sweetened either.”
Utahime lifted the cup to her lips and took a sip. She remembered. He had drunk his coffee black, gulping it down more for the caffeine than the flavor. It hadn’t done much to stave the dark circles from under his eyes or help with his exhaustion over the neverending missions.
There were no other children here, which Utahime thought must have been lonely for the girls, but they didn’t seem to mind. There were other women here too, female sorcerers who worked under Geto in different fashions, but neither Nanako nor Mimiko appeared interested in them. She wasn’t sure why they were interested in her – perhaps only for her status since it was unusual for an omega to be a fully fledged sorcerer – but she didn’t complain.
Even though they were only ten-years-old, their company was nice, and so when they had barged into her room asking to have a tea party, she’d acquiesced the strange request. It wasn’t like there was much else for her to do here.
“There’s going to be another big meeting soon, you know,” Nanako said sprightly, like a woman gossiping.
“Oh, yes, I heard Suda saying that a lot of important people are coming,” Mimiko added.
Utahime tried not to let her emotions betray her. “A meeting?”
“Mmhm, once or twice a year, Geto-sama holds a big meeting where he talks on stage,” Nanako explained. “One for sorcerers, his followers, and another for” – she wrinkled her nose – “monkeys.”
“That one isn’t a real meeting,” Mimiko added. “They’re not important.”
“But they do have lots of money!” Nanako said. “And they at least know that Geto-sama is super strong and totally above them. They worship him.”
Setting her cup down so they wouldn’t see it trembling, Utahime murmured, “I see.”
“We’ll get new outfits for it!” Nanako said excitedly. “Geto-sama always buys us new ones because he says we grow so much in between them.”
Mimiko peered up at Utahime, a hopeful look on her normally sullen face. “Will you be there?”
Before Utahime could even process the question, Nanako set her cup down and clutched Utahime’s sleeve with both hands. “Please, please! You should come! It’s so amazing. Geto-sama is wonderful!” Her eyes glittered with excitement. “You can get a new outfit too. I’m sure he would get you something really pretty. He can show you off to everyone!”
Utahime swallowed. “Show me off?”
“Yeah,” Nanako said, looking at her with such earnesty. “Because you’re his mate.”
Utahime’s heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. “Did he…? Did he say that?”
“Yeah, he brought you here because you’re his mate and they were trying to keep you away from him,” Nanako continued. “And that’s not right! He’s an alpha and you’re an omega. You’re fated to be together – and now you’re here and you can be a part of the family.”
“Ah, I…” Utahime struggled to breathe, especially as she stared into the young girl’s eyes. She was so happy with the whole situation. In her eyes, this was romantic. Geto wasn’t locking in here so she wouldn’t escape; it was to protect her and keep the bad guys from taking her away again. He hadn’t kidnapped her; he’d saved her. He couldn’t just take her as an alpha when she was his omega.
Mimiko nuzzled against her other side. “We’re glad you’re here now. Geto-sama is so happy.”
Swallowing past the lump in her throat, Utahime pet both girls on the top of their heads, letting them snuggle against her. She couldn’t get any words out of her mouth, hot tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. It wasn’t fair of Geto to manipulate them this way – to put these ideas in the girls’ heads when he knew damn well what it would do to her, especially so close to her heat. However, as much as she raged against the idea, a part of her preened at it as well.
He was playing her without even being around. Maybe the girls had been given permission to visit her and sate their curiosity, after all.
When Nanako and Mimiko left an hour later, Utahime found herself alone and anxious. It was getting more difficult to control herself. She could sense her impending heat, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Even though she’d known it was hopeless, she had searched the entire room and the bathroom in the off-chance of suppressants lying around, but there was nothing.
She breathed heavily, every scent more potent than the day before, her heart racing in her chest. Her reflection only confirmed her fears. After spending a few hours holding it in for the girls’ sake, not wanting to scare or confuse them, her face was flushed and her eyes shiny with tears. She could still keep her wits about her, but it was hard, especially when Nanako and Mimiko unintentionally tracked Geto’s scent all over the room.
It was filled with him now, and she yearned, though she tried to tell herself it wasn’t for him. It was merely a side effect of her heat, something she’d dealt with for a decade. She hadn’t caved entirely to such base needs before, not even when it had been offered to her.
And it had been, from the simple gesture of a hoodie all those years ago to more forward offers now. The pain of her heats had risen sharply after Geto’s defection. She had deprived herself of anything that reminded her or smelled of him, leaving her alone once more. It had been brutal, and she’d handled it poorly. She’d had to take off work for three days as Shoko tended to her. In the end, it had been Shoko who suggested Utahime might need to take a mate, if only to help her through her heats.
“He’ll do it, and he won’t pressure you for more, I promise,” Shoko had told her. “He’s worried about you, and so am I. Ever since Geto…”
Utahime had believed no one was aware of her pained entanglement with Geto, but she shouldn’t have been so foolish. Even if she had done her best to scrub Geto’s scent away after he touched her, there would be no hiding it from another alpha, especially one as powerful as Gojo. He had probably caught on after the first time.
And yet he’d said nothing. Utahime had to wonder why he didn’t, especially when he had offered her a few of his things to help her suffer through her heats after Geto left.
Touching the swollen gland on her neck, Utahime sucked in a breath and closed her eyes. It would have been easier had she allowed Gojo to mate with her. It was painfully obvious how much he wanted to, and she had been inclined to let it happen. It probably would have in her next heat or two. The dance was unavoidable, especially when there was nothing holding her back anymore. Just as she and Geto had refrained from fully crossing the line because of him, she couldn’t cross it with Gojo because of Geto. In the end, she refused to allow herself to belong to either of them and suffered as a consequence.
Until now. Geto had made the choice for all of them.
His scent hit her before the door opened. Her eyes remained closed as she listened to it shut and the footsteps that followed. When one of his hands landed on her hips, her eyelids fluttered open, latching onto his reflection in the mirror and watching as he brushed his fingers over her gland before he wrapped his hand around hers.
“The girls said they had fun with you today,” Geto told her in a low murmur. “They want you to come to the meeting next week.”
“Which one?” Utahime forced out, even as her heart betrayed her. “For the sorcerers or monkeys ?”
Geto chuckled. “Children aren’t very subtle, are they?”
Utahime tried to jerk away from him, but his grip on her tightened. A flare of his cursed energy warned her to still, even as his strong alpha scent attempted to soothe her. His hand slid from her hip over her stomach, holding her place against him as he removed their hands from her neck so he could rub his nose over the skin. He closed his eyes and breathed her in deeply where her scent was the strongest. When he slowly dragged his tongue up the skin, she shuddered, pleasure shooting through her violently.
“Still so reactive,” Geto murmured appreciatively as he licked over her mating gland.
Tense in his grip and desperate not to squirm against him, Utahime forced out, “Did the other omegas not respond to your satisfaction?” Geto paused in his ministrations, his panting breath hot on her neck. “I can smell them on you.”
“Jealous?” Geto asked, though she couldn’t read his tone, if he was amused or genuinely wondering.
“No,” Utahime said flatly, even as her heart sank into the pit of her stomach. “I don’t want to be a plaything.”
That had been her greatest fear as an omega: that she would be diminished to nothing but a toy for an alpha to use whenever they saw fit, to use her for the pleasure of their ruts and breed her whenever she was in the hopeless state of her heats. It was probably why she’d been so drawn to Geto. Even with his strength and dark aura, he had held himself back. The omega in her had been pleased by his strength and restraint, seeing him as protective even when he did get a little rough sometimes.
But the dynamic was different between them now. The power imbalance was impossible to ignore. As both a superior sorcerer and a strong alpha, Geto could do whatever he wanted to her, and if she wasn't about to go into a full-blown heat, she wouldn’t have the mind to try to stop him.
“I won’t lie and say that I haven’t been with other omegas during some of my ruts.” Geto brushed a strand of loose hair out of her face, looking her over carefully. “You know how dangerous alphas can be if they don’t mate for long periods of time, and I couldn’t afford to lose control again.”
Yes, she did. While a part of her had worried that giving herself a piece of him might have had a hand in making him snap, she feared that not giving herself all of him had done the same thing as well. He had suffered through his last few ruts alone, refusing any omegas despite the warnings he was given from older alphas. He didn’t care for them and didn’t like the person he became when he was with them. He always came back to campus so guilty afterward, his tail tucked between his legs and his eyes avoiding her as much as possible. If she could deal with her heats alone, he could deal with his ruts by himself.
It wasn’t healthy for an alpha to ignore their needs though. While the suppressing and denial effects were physical for omegas, the damage was more psychological for alphas.
Had they mated properly, would the alpha in him been put at ease?
“But you aren’t going to be a plaything to me, Utahime,” Geto told her, holding onto her protectively.
Utahime bit her lip. “Because I’m your mate?”
A Chesire grin spread across Geto’s face. “It sounds nice, doesn’t it?”
She averted her gaze from his in the mirror, unable to meet his eyes, not as her heart thumped frantically in her chest. This close to her heat, she couldn’t control the haziness of her thoughts. The more Geto touched her, the more he covered her with his scent, the more lax she became. She could feel herself melting into a pleasant fog, sinking into him further despite her attempts to keep herself tense and still.
“When’s the last time you experienced a full heat?” Geto asked.
Utahime blushed. It was rude to ask an omega so forward about their heats, but after kidnapping her, she supposed such niceties were unnecessary. “Nine months ago.”
“Nine months,” Geto repeated. “That’s a long time. I thought six months was the limit for suppression.”
“I didn’t…”
“You didn’t want to suffer a heat alone,” Geto surmised when she couldn’t finish.
She nodded pitifully. The consequence of suppressing her heats longer than usual would’ve been a far more painful one, even if she did allow herself to mate. Omegas that tried to go a full year without heat usually ended up claimed in the following one, sometimes by alphas they barely knew. They needed multiple alphas to take them, or sometimes, they even died from their body reacting severely to the heat.
But Utahime couldn’t bear it. She knew, deep down, that she’d probably go to Gojo during her next heat, and it wasn’t fair to him. It wasn’t fair to any of them, but she didn’t know what to do.
She didn’t know what to do now, not as she felt her body responding to Geto in the way her omega had begged desperately in the past four years.
Go to him, it had told her in the throes of her heats. Let him take you away. You need alpha. Let him claim you.
Utahime swallowed, but her throat was constricted. “Suguru…”
“You won’t have to do that this time,” Geto reassured her, holding his palm over her stomach as he slid a hand up to cup her throat. “You won’t be alone.”
Logically, she knew that the rise of her temperature was due in part to her body responding to Geto. Had she been left alone with just his lingering scent, she would have gradually slipped into her heat. However, with him holding her and letting his scent bleed from him, it was ramping everything up. Holding her by her throat, he allowed his other hand to roam over her body, his touch leaving a burning trail. He’d left her a loose yukata to wear, knowing the thin material was necessary to keep her from overheating, but it also made it easier for him to touch her.
Closing her eyes, Utahime tilted her head back to rest on his shoulder and panted, “Ha, Suguru… S’hot…”
“You’re trying so hard to fight against your heat,” Geto said as he untied her yukata and pulled it open to partially expose her. “Just let it happen. You don’t have to fight anymore. I’ll take care of you. I’m your alpha.”
Utahime’s eyes hung open halfway. “My alpha?”
Geto’s fingers brushed her skin, drawing what felt like the kanji that made up his name. “Mmhm, yours – and you’re my good, little omega, aren’t you?”
His touch felt so good, soothing her in a way that was both familiar and foreign. It had been so long since she had willingly let another alpha touch her like this. The only one who came close to it was Gojo, but even then, his Infinity usually barred him from actually touching her the way her omega demanded. Even if he was disrespectful as a sorcerer, he refrained as an alpha, at least, but Geto… Geto didn’t. He touched her all over – with his hands, his lips, his body pressed against hers.
Grabbing a handful of the yukata, he lifted the garment over her shoulders, then let gravity take over, the garment pooling at their feet. Utahime shivered, more from his touch than being exposed to the air. Even though she’d never been this bare in front of an alpha before, she was still overly hot, squirming in Geto’s grip and unable to stand still. When he slid between her legs to cup her mound, she jolted, a flash of awareness cutting through the fog, but then he bit down on the juncture of her neck and shoulder.
Don’t fight Alpha! her omega mind warned.
She whimpered as he licked over the wound, relieved that he hadn’t bit down hard enough to draw blood, but she had a feeling that wouldn’t be the only mark he left on her.
He turned her around to face him, his sharp gaze roving over her and taking in the sight of her. She knew what she must look like to him: flushed, sweaty, already a mess. Her heat was like a slippery slope, one she couldn’t stop no matter how hard she tried. Her eyes were dilated, and she was panting, her breasts heaving with each breath. She tried to turn away from him, still in mind to be embarrassed, but he wouldn’t let her, using his hands on her arms to keep her in place.
“Beautiful,” Geto murmured, smiling at her softly as he undid her bra and let it fall to the ground. “Get on the bed.”
Utahime’s lips trembled precariously. “Pl-please, Geto…”
She didn’t even know what she was pleading for him to do: to leave so she wouldn’t embarrass herself further, to stop himself from doing something irreparable, or to put an end to this and finally take her.
Though the smile on his face remained, his gaze hardened. “ Get on the bed, omega. ”
Utahime practically whined as she stumbled to the bed, collapsing under the weight of the alpha command. She had only had them used on her a handful of times, to ensure she got herself out of the line of fire if an exorcism went wrong. It was always a strange response. While she couldn’t ignore them, the normally subservient omega in her reeled against them on the inside. Coming from Geto, however, a part of her was all too pleased to listen and obey. Her alpha, his omega.
Geto loosened his yukata, letting it slip over his shoulders before crawling on top of her. “There, there.” He smoothed a palm down her side and over her stomach, petting her sweetly. “I’m going to take care of you, Utahime, I promise.”
“I-I can’t–” Utahime hiccuped, her vision blurry from tears. “Geto, I’m not–”
“You’re with me now,” Geto continued, cupping one of her breasts and squeezing it. “You want me, don’t you? You’ve wanted me for a while, even after I left.” Utahime opened her mouth, trying to deny him, but she couldn’t, not with him touching her. “It hurt, you know, leaving you like that. It felt like I’d left an open wound to fester, one that could never truly heal, only scab over. You left a mark on me.”
“I didn’t mean to,” Utahime insisted with a whine, arching her back as he caressed her.
Geto pressed his face into the crook of her neck, taking in another deep drag of her scent. “Gods, so delicious, both your scent and cursed energy. You’re fucking addictive, Utahime. It’s too dangerous to leave you out in the open. If any other alpha were to claim you…” He nipped at her gland, making her thrash and using his weight to hold her down. “I don’t know how I would’ve handled that.”
She didn’t want to be claimed – that had been her cry since she presented as an omega. Eventually, yes, she would need to mate with alphas to subdue the worst side effects of her heats, but she didn’t want to be claimed by an alpha. She had heard enough horror stories about it: how omegas lost a part of their independence and identity once an alpha claimed them, how much their lives revolved around their alphas and could be controlled by them. It wasn’t common for alphas to abuse the link between them, but they could, and if they did, it was awful.
Nothing was worse than a forced bond. Utahime had feared that more than anything, which was probably why a small even more secret part of her had been relieved that Geto left.
As Geto licked up and down her neck, coating her in his scent, he slid a hand between their bodies. When he shoved it into her underwear to touch her, she gasped and bucked into his hand. It was painfully familiar, her body instantly recalling the times he’d fucked her with his fingers. Aside from her hand and the toys she’d been forced to use on herself to get through her heats alone, he was the only one to have touched her. This was the first time he’d done it so close to her heat though, and her cheeks burned at the obscenely wet sounds his fingers made as they slid into her.
“You’re ready for me already,” Geto said, kissing her chastely on the cheek as he worked her cunt with his fingers.
Utahime clung to his arms, her blunt nails digging into his biceps as she rocked her hips up and down. She couldn’t stop herself from chasing the rush of pleasure. It was so hot and swift, bearing down on her like the sun on a summer day, making her sweat and pant with the effort. For a moment, nothing mattered but how good it felt to be filled and touched by an alpha, by her alpha, the omega in her keening with excitement.
She was right on the edge, whining with the need for more but unable to speak it aloud. Instead, she let go of his arm to dig her fingers into his hair over the back of his head and pushed down, crying out with relief when he wrapped his lips around one of her nipples and began to suck. She tumbled over the edge, but instead of falling, she floated high on the orgasm. Pleasure spread through her body from her cunt to her chest to the tips of her toes and fingers. She shook as she came and whined when Geto refused to lift his lips from her tit to kiss her.
Eventually, the high began to die down, and she sucked in a shaky breath, the world coming back into focus as she blinked. However, before she could even comprehend what had just happened, Geto pulled his fingers out of her and flipped her over onto her stomach. She yelped, scrabbling to swat him away as he yanked her underwear down her ass and legs. Not that they were doing much good to protect her, especially with how soaked she was. Still, being completely naked in front of Geto terrified her, especially when she could feel his arousal.
“Look at you,” Geto marveled after he pulled her ass up by her hips. “Presenting yourself so perfectly for me.”
Utahime bit down on her lip, tears blurring her vision. “You-You can still leave…”
“Leave?” Geto ran a palm over her ass. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m here to take care of you.”
He lifted his hand, and she flinched, prepared for him to smack her ass for arguing with him or being insolent for an omega, but he didn’t. He rested it on her again, touching her gently, goading her into trusting him. It was false, especially when she knew he’d killed so many people, but this far into her heat, she couldn’t stop herself from wanting to believe it.
Her alpha would never hurt her. Her alpha would take care of her. Her alpha would give her what she needed and make the pain go away.
“I should’ve done this years ago,” Geto mumbled to himself, eyeing her cunt wolfishly and fisting his cock as he lined it up with her entrance.
Utahime wished she could’ve said that her body resisted Geto when he pressed his cock into her, but slick as she was from the orgasm and her heat, he was able to bury himself deep inside of her without much difficulty. Even worse, the moment his hips were flushed against hers, his cock as far as it could go, a rush of pleasure washed over her. Sating her needs with toys and her fingers was one thing, but to be properly filled by an alpha, for her omega body to be given exactly what it needed, was far better than anything she could’ve imagined. She had to bite down on a pillow to stop herself from sobbing with relief, especially when he began to thrust into her.
Any reservations and fears she might’ve clung to before were swept away. She clutched the blanket on top of the bed, her knuckles turning white, and whines and gasps ripped from her with every thrust. The omega inside of her sang with sweet relief, crying out in pleasure as Geto fulfilled a need she’d denied herself since she presented. With his grip on her hips, he pulled her roughly back on his cock as if he could bury himself even deeper, hitting a spot that had her vision blurring with tears.
“So fucking wet,” Geto grunted as he fucked into her, the squelching noises impossibly loud in her ears. “You’re covering me in slick.”
Utahime whimpered, pressing her face into the pillow. “Su-Suguru–”
“Alpha,” Geto corrected, leaning over her so that his chest was against her back. He held himself up with a hand on the bed while he pressed the other over her stomach as if to feel how deep his cock reached.
Utahime repeated, “Alpha,” the word coming from her mouth without thought, and he stroked her stomach in approval as he hummed. Instinctively, she arched her back into a dip so he could fuck her at a different angle. His cock hit a spot inside of her that made her yelp and her walls tighten around his cock, and he groaned deeply in response. Holding her as tightly as he was, she could feel the sound in his chest against her back. His thrusts were short but deep, his cock never leaving her entirely.
It couldn’t, not with his knot slowly growing.
At the strange feeling, Utahime squirmed in his grasp, but Geto kept her close, tightening his grip on her even more as he began to press his knot against her cunt. “Alpha, please!”
Again, she struggled with what she was pleading with him to do. Nearly everything in her body was begging for him, but the small part of her mind that wasn't completely overtaken by her heat rebelled against the desire to be filled and completed.
Mate, mate, mate, her omega chanted, her cunt walls squeezing him tighter to ensure he didn't leave her empty.
“You want this, don't you?” Geto nipped at the vulnerable skin of her neck, just above her mating gland. “It's what you were meant to be, even if we were fighting it. I don't know why I bothered to hold back, not when I knew you were mine from the start.”
Utahime squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered. From the start – from the moment he'd given her his hoodie, the first time she'd ever been gifted something from an alpha. But if she thought back further, there was more to it. Unlike Gojo, who would playfully tease her but used Infinity to buffer him, Geto could touch her. A strand of her hair between his fingers, a tug of her sleeve to pull her out of the way, a hand on her back when he paused her to open a door. It wasn't often, but it was enough.
Enough to scent her for other alphas, including Gojo, to notice, even if she didn't.
“Tell me what you want, Utahime,” Geto panted against her neck. “Wanna fill you up. Wanna breed you, have you carry my pups.” He nuzzled his nose against her mating gland, breathing in the mixture of their scents. “I always knew you'd be perfect for it, but after seeing you with Nanako and Mimiko…”
Their visits had been on purpose. Even if it hadn't been at first, he would've no doubt caught her scent on the twins. He probably asked them about her before telling them the story about how she was his true mate.
“You could be their mother,” Geto told her. “Do you want that? They already adore you.”
It wasn't fair, Utahime wanted to cry. It wasn't fair that he knew the dreams she'd kept buried deep down and drew them to the surface.
“It can be us, together,” Geto promised, thrusting into her roughly, burying himself deeper into her. “I'll raise a new generation of stronger sorcerers, and you'll carry them. The future, our future – it starts with us .”
Even as her body finally tried to resist him as he attempted to shove his knot into her, she couldn't deny him. She couldn’t reject him if she tried – because she was weak and she didn't want to, not anymore.
“Mate!” Utahime cried out. “Please, alpha, please!”
Geto didn't ask twice. With his mouth already at her neck, it took him nothing to bite down on her mating gland and claim her as his omega. She thrashed violently underneath him, her legs and arms seemingly disconnected from her mind as they flailed. The pleasure was too great, too hot, searing her from the inside out, and she wailed .
His omega! His, his, his! a voice inside of her screamed.
It was a moment of both her most secret dreams and darkest nightmares, and it was here. His sharp teeth sunk into her skin, blood pooling in his mouth and dripping down her neck, but she was filled with so much numbing pleasure that her mind barely registered his knot pushing past her hole to finally lodge itself into her cunt. When he came inside of her, she melted underneath him, growing completely lax and complacent. He was connected to her in every way, his cock buried in her cunt and his teeth in her skin, and she practically purred.
Finally , the omega in her murmured. Finally, finally, you belong to him, your alpha.
Releasing her neck from his jaw, Geto shuddered, the sensation wracking his body. She whimpered, but she didn't try to pull away from him, and he licked the blood from her neck. It was a poor excuse of an apology for his rough treatment, but that didn't stop her from preening sweetly. She angled her neck to help him clean her up, humming at the sound of the pleased rumbles in his chest.
He wrapped his strong arms around her, carefully maneuvering her so that they were laying side by side on the bed. It would take some time for his knot to deflate, and so he held her close to his chest, tucking her into him like a puzzle piece. Any sharp movements would cause her discomfort, so he made sure she remained still. As hot as her heat made her feel, she didn't mind the brush of cool air on her naked skin, taking comfort with the constant contact.
Geto brushed her hair aside, taking a look at the claiming mark on her neck. “My pretty omega. You're so sweet like this.”
Utahime's eyes fluttered open. From her position on the bed, she could just barely catch a glimpse of their reflections on the bed in the mirror. Only then did she see the marks on her body – not just her neck where he claimed her but also her hips and her arms.
She swallowed thickly, feeling Geto’s knot stir and his hot cum filling her, his scent totally overwhelming hers now so that she could only smell him. She wondered, distantly, how long it would take for that sweetness to bleed into her outside of her heats. Now that Geto had claimed her as his, how long before she was carrying his child, as a good omega should? How long before she stopped fighting him? Before she no longer thought to argue against his ideals?
He won't pressure you for more.
Utahime closed her eyes, willing herself not to cry even as the tears burned. If only she had listened to logic, maybe her heart wouldn't have been so weak, but now that she was in Geto’s clutches, she didn't see a way out.