The sight of Kyon flirting with Valerius, allowing another alpha's touch, had been the final, unbearable strain on Arion's frayed nerves. The deep, agonizing jealousy that flared in his chest felt irrational—he hated Kyon, he should have been relieved! Yet, the relentless omega heat and the demanding presence of the new life inside him twisted every emotion into a desperate, furious need for Kyon's singular attention. He spent two long days stewing in his cheap inn room, tormented by the vivid memory of Kyon's mock-shyness and the thought of Valerius's hands.
Finally, driven by a raw, hormonal fury he couldn't take it anymore, Arion made his move. It wasn't a tactical decision; it was a desperate, angry imperative. Under the cover of a moonless night, he navigated the sprawling gardens and scaled the high outer wall of Valerius's sprawling residence. He moved with the silent, practiced grace of the Dragon-Slayer, his entire focus narrowed down to a single goal: confront Kyon.
Inside the palace, Arion's unexpected early arrival had been the signal Kyon was waiting for. The prince had spent the evening politely enduring Valerius's heavy-handed attempts at intimacy, all while knowing his plan was now entering its chaotic, critical phase. The distinct, distressed spike in Arion's pheromones confirmed the warrior was inside the walls.
Arion found his target in a dimly lit, long hallway on a seldom-used upper floor. Kyon was waiting, leaning casually against a suit of antique armor, illuminated only by a sliver of start light filtering through a high window. He was dressed in a simple, dark tunic, his earlier aristocratic facade gone, replaced by the dangerous, composed alpha Arion knew too well.
"Took you long enough," Kyon murmured, his voice a low, mocking drawl. The air around him immediately thickened with the potent scent of burning amber, a blatant challenge to Arion's distress.
Arion didn't speak. He lunged, pure, raw anger fueling his attack. He aimed a furious, open-handed shove at Kyon's chest, intending to knock the infuriating smirk off his face. Kyon was ready, effortlessly catching Arion's wrist and twisting it, reversing the momentum.
The clash was brief and violent, a silent struggle fueled by months of suppressed rage and possessive need. Arion fought with the desperation of a trapped animal, but Kyon was stronger, faster, and utterly controlled. In seconds, Arion found himself slammed backward against the cold stone of the hallway wall, his wrists pinned above his head.
"Stop fighting what you want," Kyon hissed, his face inches from Arion's one . "I saw you watching. Did you enjoy the performance, my pet? Did it make you jealous?"
The accusation shattered Arion's last thread of control. He couldn't deny it. He couldn't speak past the sob caught in his throat. Kyon took the silence as consent. He released Arion's wrists only to pin his body, his large frame pressing Arion flat against the wall. His mouth found Arion's in a deep, consuming kiss that instantly ignited the volatile heat surging through Arion's veins.
"Ngh?!, ah!"
Arion moaned, a ragged, helpless sound that was swallowed by the kiss. He couldn't fight the possessive touch; his pregnant, hormonally flooded body was screaming for it. He pushed his hips forward, a desperate, willing whimper escaping him , kyon break the kiss and turn arion around and he immediately ground his ass against the insistent bulge pressing into kyon groin.
Kyon immediately recognized the primal submission and the intensity of Arion's,his breath hot against Arion's ear. He ripped open Arion's trousers and aligned their bodies with a brutal urgency., spreading Arion ass wide , he press the tip on his penis against arion soft and wet anus .
Then, with a savage, driving thrust, Kyon impaled Arion against the stone wall. The deep, forceful penetration was exactly the overwhelming sensation Arion's body had been craving. Kyon moved with a relentless, punishing rhythm , every trust , driving Arion past the brink of pain and shame.
With a final, desperate stroke, Kyon's dick connected forcefully with Arion's omega cervix. The impact was so profound, so biologically charged by the pregnancy, that Arion's entire body went rigid. His eyes rolled back into his head,. "AH!?, ngh! Oh god , just like that!" He moan loudly , and with a raw, shuddering cry of agonizing, explicit release, Arion cum violently against the cold stone of the hallway wall.
Kyon watched the reaction, a satisfied, triumphant growl rumbling in his chest. The soldier had surrendered completely, his body having delivered the undeniable truth of his ownership. The alpha's trap had worked, kyon place a hand on arion mouth.
" shh!, do you want us to get caught?!" Kyon pulls his penis almost all out before slamming it back it with a full force .
"NGH!, you are shameless!" Arion pant softly, tears welled in his eyes, he turn his head to look at kyon .
Kyon start trusting in and out in a full speed making arion ass cheek wiggle around.
"Ah so tight, so good!" Kyon says , he place his hand on arion waist and pull him onto his long length, he balls slapping against arion ass .
" don't cry pet!" Kyon pulls out suddenly and start teasing arion hole. " don't tease me!!" Arion hiss he turn back around and grab kyon and kiss him, kyon tongue penetrated into arion mouth and tangled with arion tongue.
Kyon carry arion up and stick him on the wall , he fix his position before slamming in back , arion threatened to moan loudly just then a butlers looking around the house passed by the hallway, arion place his hand on his mouth and breath deeply in. " shameless!" He whispered softly then wrap his legs around kyon waist instinctively.
Kyon smirk, he pull arion legs away from him and start trusting faster and deeper in .
" I'm going to fall!" Arion wrap his arms around kyon neck.
" no you aren't, just hold tight!" Kyon pull out and then trust back in , his pace quickens, arion tears from pleasure, he cum over and over again , dirtier the wall and floor beneath them.