"Ugh!", The relentless cycle of stress and exhaustion finally caught up with Arion just three days before his scheduled departure for the Western Territories.
It wasn't the usual stress-induced sickness; this was deep, visceral, and overwhelming.
He tried to suppress it, pressing his hand hard against his mouth, but his body betrayed him completely. He barely managed to stumble behind a thick pillar in the courtyard before he doubled over and violently emptied the contents of his stomach.
The retching was harsh and painful, leaving him weak and shaking.
His detail, alarmed, rushed to his side. "Warrior Arion! What is it? Are you ill?"
Arion gasped for air, wiping his mouth with the back of a trembling hand. The sickly sweet, copper scent of his stress hormones mixed with the bile was a sickening reminder of his utter lack of control. "It's nothing," he choked out, forcing himself to stand despite the dizzying rush. "Bad meal. Carry on with the patrol. I'll rejoin you shortly."
But the single incident was a key that unlocked a cascade of terrifying realization. The nagging anxiety he'd been fighting for weeks wasn't paranoia; it was instinct. He had been so focused on avoiding Kyon, on the immediate military threat, that he had suppressed the subtle biological signs.
Over the next few hours, a cold dread replaced his panic. He remembered the uncharacteristic fatigue, the sudden, irrational mood swings that made him snap at his men, the constant, low-level nausea he'd dismissed as stress. And then there was the most undeniable, horrifying change.
Later that afternoon, back in the solitude of his private room, Arion removed his tunic to clean the lingering sweat. As he pulled the rough fabric over his head, he noticed the sudden, sharp tenderness in his chest. He looked down, his heart slamming against his ribs. His breasts, though remaining masculine and firm, felt swollen and heavy. As he watched in agonizing horror, a tiny, clear drop of milk beaded on the tip of his nipple. Then another.
The sight was a devastating physical declaration that transcended all doubt, all lies, and all rational denial. The King's Son's claim was not just a brand on his skin or a political threat; it was a living reality growing inside him. The bitter draught Kyon had forced him to swallow had failed.
Tears, hot and silent, streamed down Arion's face as he gently pressed his hand against his stomach, now with a terrifying new understanding. The fear of the amber-eyed Child was no longer a nightmare. The soldier, the Dragon-Slayer, had been broken, claimed, and now, he was carrying the child of his tormentor. And in three days, he was to be sent across the sea, a perfect secret for Kyon's brother to discover. The isolation he had imposed on himself now felt like a terrifying prison.
Arion felt nauseous again he run in the bathroom attached to his room .he retch harshly until his stomach was once again empty. The sight of the milk—the undeniable proof of the life growing inside him—unleashed a fresh wave of nausea so violent that Arion barely made it , and his throat burned. He leaned against the cool porcelain, every gasp of air tasting of bile and terror.
" damn it! Damn it!" He says weakly sighing deeply. His breast nipple harden so tight, Arion grab it and start forcing the milk out , even if he squeezed hard it come out small and by drip.
Sound like good milk to me , Arion keep pressing hard on it, he wince in pain and pleasure, the pleasure was unbearable , but soon the physical pain subsided , then a sharp agonizing pain shoot through his lower abdomen , his stomach mark , now throbbing hardly, he press a hand on his stomach and soon felt a watery sensation lower in his boxers, he doesn't even mind it for now , he breath hardly in and out , while pressing firmly he felt something on his stomach. Arion groan a deep weary sound.
His body hadn't got the limits wanted yet, his boxers got tighter by second, he felt his dick tips wetting his boxers. A wave of her rush over Arion, hot then a fever., his omega heat had just start prematurely , triggered by the pregnancy and overwhelming alpha scent through his whole journey.
Panic mixed with the rising tide of heat. He wouldn't—he absolutely would not—break down now. He fought the sensation, clawing at his desire, his mind screaming in desperate refusal while his body screamed for surrender.
Driven by a desperate need to gain some control, to purge the sickening cravings and the physical evidence of his violation, Arion frantically started to pleasure himself. He stroke himself faster and harder , but it wasn't enough he then start working with a brutal, impersonal urgency, trying to force a release that would drown out the deeper, systemic need that only Kyon could satisfy. He needed to be empty, clean, untouched.
As he did so, he gripped his full, aching breasts nipple, squeezing hard, forcing out the milk that was a painful reminder of his altered state. The clear droplets splattered into the toilet basin, a pathetic offering to his lost freedom. He continued his moan fill his bathroom , he suddenly stop and place two fingers in his anus pushing them deep , his hand curled inside him, he still couldn't come , he start making love to himself while thinking about the infirmary sex they had , Arion pull his fingers out of his anus, his fingers coat with pregnancy fluid and cum , he didn't want to feel like this , he wasn't supposed to, but even so he couldn't stop his moan and whimpers and in the end he couldn't satisfy himself as he wish he could , he was breathless and spent, having forced a temporary biological peace.
He slumped back, drenched in sweat and shame. But even as he finished , his body was already preparing for the next assault. He knew, with a sinking dread, that the exhaustion and the self-inflicted purge would only provide temporary relief. The milk would come fuller, the heat would burn hotter, and the craving would return, demanding satisfaction from the only alpha who had truly claimed him. He was losing the battle against his own biology.
He sat breathlessly in the bathroom floor, he made a mess , milk and cum everywhere, his pregnancy fluid and heat fluid mix up , making a heavy combined fluid, Arion didn't find it enough he get up and walk back in his room , he open his drawer and find, kyon clothing he had give him before, Arion alpha side fight the idea of giving in, but his omega side wanting nothing more then rough sex and to be submissive.
He grab the clothes from the drawers and lay on his bed he curl and start sniffing kyon cloth , he could still smell kyon pheromones on it , he place back two finger in his anus, poor hole, he starts trusting his finger in and out pumping them faster and harder on himself, he moan and whimpers , he cum twice the , a third time but still wasn't enough.
" kyon! Ah! Kyon! Ngh!" He moan , he thrust harder until he pee instead of cuming.
He stays on the bed for a while until the exhausted get him, he could no longer pleasure himself, he was drained and tired , his body going limb on the mattress, he slept nake on the bed , kyon clothes covering his half nudity, he sleep hugging those clothes, not caring anymore.
He turn around through the whole night, while his breast got fuller by second and his ass leaking omega heat fluid .
" more! I want more!" He smells kyon cloth and soon goes into a deep sleep, well he needed this rest after all, Arion pheromones had intrigued passing alpha to go into their rut , but what he didn't know , was that cassian had stand in his room door and hear his half pleasure talk in the room, cassian smirk . He doesn't move away immediately, but look over Arion room , he waits until every alpha soldier where out of sight and had goes to bed before he releases his own pheromones in a strand of his hair and lean it down the door , it temporarily masks Arion heat scent .
" well good night, Arion!" Cassian whispers to no one , out the hallway, he walk away. He couldn't hide the fact that he was affected too.
As a soon as he goes in his royal bedroom he pull his tunic away , his dick already hard throbbing and leaking, he smirk dangerously perverted at it and start jerking off until he reaches his limits.
He push his hair back and smile, his obsession was higher than when he actually fuck a beta girl or omega girl, and for Christ sake he is straight, but not so anymore now …