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“What?” Malik asked. He was sure that despite what the healers had told him, his fever hadn’t broken, and he was hearing things. That seemed the only logical explanation.
“Altaïr has agreed to pay recompense to you,” Al Mualim said.
Malik shook his head. “Not that part… how did you say?”
“Marriage. Altaïr will become your spouse,” Al Mualim said.
Malik stared another few moments. Now he was even more glad that Al Mualim had sent the healers out of the room for this conversation. “And… why would I want him at all? He is the reason my brother is dead!”
“Precisely,” Al Mualim said. “Your family has lost a member, and so Altaïr shall join your family in turn. And, as your wife, you shall have authority over him and his reparations to you.”
“I don’t want him.”
Al Mualim frowned slightly. “Are you certain? Altaïr, despite his flaws, does have much to offer. If you allow him to remain in the order, what is his becomes yours. Money, status, prestige… and even if you do not allow him to stay an assassin… he is still physically able. And… of course… children.”
Malik looked up sharply at the last word. “What?”
Al Mualim leaned back in his chair and nodded solemnly. “Yes. Altaïr did not wish it known, and so I kept it a secret for him… but his bloodline is indeed tainted. He is an omega.”
Malik honestly had no idea what to say to this. He’d had no idea, which made sense as his own bloodline was devoid of such anomalies. Most people’s were. A mere fraction of the population was born with both genitals, and it was only as the babes grew that it became clear what their true nature was. If Altaïr was an omega, that meant that his balls had never truly developed, nor did any breasts, slotting him as the more masculine version of an omega. The ‘male’ variety, if there was said to be one. It was honestly a shock.
If Malik had ever considered Altaïr having tainted blood in his body, he would have assumed the man would be an alpha, if anything. His physical prowess seemed to point that way. But now Al Mualim was saying that, no, Altaïr had a fertile womb and a less than average chance of ever siring children. An omega could attempt to father a child, of course. Some even managed it. But not often. Just like how alphas seldom got pregnant though they were all theoretically capable of it.
“He’s been quite regular with his heats,” Al Mualim said, seemingly not realizing that Malik was still reeling from the revelation. “He’s, of course, never lain with anyone as he wanted to keep his status a secret, so you have no fear of him being an improper wife. Any children from him will have a risk of his condition, admittedly, but will definitely be yours.”
“... and Altaïr agrees with this?” Malik asked after several minutes. He still wasn’t sure he believed that Altaïr could have a presumably virgin cunt between his legs. Still, the idea that Altaïr would be willing to become Malik’s wife was even more preposterous. “And… if I do have children with him… his status will be widely known.”
“Yes,” Al Mualim said. “He is aware of this.”
Malik tried to force his brain to work through all the implications, but it seemed stuck on the idea of Altaïr as an omega. Why would Altaïr be willing to marry Malik, knowing that it was all but guaranteed that his status would be revealed? While there was no shame necessarily in being born an omega, it was not exactly something many would advertise, and Altaïr’s image was very much not that. Some embarrassment was bound to happen. Malik couldn’t think of a reason in which Altaïr would choose a fate like that. Unless… unless the other options he’d been given were somehow even worse? Death?
Malik hated Altaïr. Hated that the man’s arrogance had caused all of this. But he didn’t want Altaïr to be executed over it. There would be little satisfaction in that, and Kadar wouldn’t be brought back to life with Altaïr’s death. And, honestly, death felt too quick and somehow insufficient. On the other hand, no doubt Altaïr’s death -the loss of his skills- would overshadow Kadar’s. So… if the choice for Altaïr’s punishments was execution or becoming beholden to Malik as his wife…. Well, Malik supposed the better choice for them both was the latter.
“Very well,” Malik said.
“Excellent. We will return to this topic once you’ve recovered a bit more," Al Mualim said. Malik nodded in agreement, although he was already contemplating how life with Altaïr would even be. He wasn’t sure he could even imagine it.
Altaïr heard the door to his cell open but didn’t bother to look up. “He’s agreed to take you as his wife,” Al Mualim said. “I wasn’t sure he was going to do so, but after he heard you could give him children, he seemed to come around.”
Altaïr was not terribly surprised about that. Most men valued a spouse that could produce children for them. But, “... will I still be in the brotherhood?”
“He didn’t mention,” Al Mualim said. “I suggest that if you wish it, you do your best to please your husband. You’ll need his permission now.”
That grated as Altaïr had known it would. Al Mualim had known it as well, which was probably why he sounded amused. But, at least this way, there was a chance. The other ‘choice’ had not offered even that much. It hadn’t really been a choice at all. Exiled from the brotherhood entirely and sold to a brothel to work off the ‘debt’ he owed for his upbringing would surely be a slow, tortuous death. One Altaïr refused to have happen. He had been fully prepared to bite his tongue off if Malik rejected him. “Your new husband still needs to recover before he is able to consummate the marriage, so you’ll stay here until then. A month or so, I think, should be enough.”
Altaïr frowned. A month should put him right on the verge of heat, if not in the thick of it. “... If I fall pregnant, I cannot remove the threat to the order,” Altaïr said.
“It will put a delay on things, yes, but think of how much more welcoming you’ll be to your new husband while in season,” Al Mualim said. “I will make a much better wedding night than the alternative.”
Altaïr looked up then. “Will you hold to your side of the bargain?” he asked. “If Robert is killed?”
“Of course,” Al Mualim said. “For all the good it will do you. If you can convince your husband to allow you to hunt down and kill Robert and then actually follow through, you will have earned your inheritance.”
“I will.”
Al Mualim hummed thoughtfully but didn’t contradict. “I will keep you updated on your husband’s status.”
Altaïr watched his Master leave and the door to his cell close behind him. The locks tumbled into place, and he sighed. He prayed, although not with any actual conviction or expectation for it to be answered, that Malik would be easy to convince. Suppose he allowed Altaïr to act quickly. In that case, Robert could be dealt with long before any pregnancy could make things difficult. Because if he didn’t… Altaïr would have to wait until after.
Altaïr leaned his head back, stared at the ceiling of his cell, and wondered if they would move him someplace nicer at some point. Hopefully. He’d never imagined getting married, much less in a situation where he didn’t have much choice. But, Altaïr would much rather lose his virginity on a bed somewhere vaguely like a real room as opposed to a small cell with only a pot in the corner and a pile of straw.
Days passed by slowly. Altaïr had nothing to do but contemplate his own situation, which wasn’t particularly helpful. He was delivered plenty of food and water at least, likely because now he wasn’t possibly being executed, so his health was of slightly more concern. The waiting was going to drive him mad. He wasn’t usually an anxious person, but even he had his limits. Al Mualim only visited a few times to give him the promised updates on Malik’s condition. He was recovering well, apparently, but he still needed some time. Altaïr assumed he would need precisely as much time as it would take for Altaïr’s heat to begin.
On the one hand, Al Mualim was correct that it would be easier to move things along if Altaïr was desperate and driven by biological needs. But on the other hand, Altaïr hated that his natural body rhythm was being used in such a way. He’d already said he’d marry the man. Both he and Malik knew this wasn’t for love. What did it really matter if he wasn’t affectionate? Altaïr doubted Malik would be surprised.
Or was his fertility what Al Mualim was really after? Did he want to embarrass Altaïr as quickly as possible and reveal his omega status when he swelled with a child? That would be somewhat pettier than Altaïr had thought his Master would be, but he supposed it wasn’t impossible. He also figured it would delay Altaïr in going after Robert…. Although, why Al Mualim would want a delay like that, he had no idea. Perhaps it was some misguided attempt to get another way to control Altaïr… by getting him with child as quickly as possible. Whatever manipulation Al Mualim was up to, Altaïr couldn’t do much about it. He was locked in his cell until whenever his marriage was to be consummated.
It ended up taking a little over a month before Altaïr felt the first stirring of fire in his abdomen. His heat was beginning. This was really happening. His time was almost up, and he was going to be married to a man that had every reason to hate him. He closed his eyes and breathed through the sudden panic that rose when he realized the imminence of his fate. Panicking wouldn’t help even though he felt it still starting to climb.
Normally he isolated himself when his time was coming, but that wouldn’t happen this time. Altaïr’s appetite dropped sharply, although his thirst went the opposite way. He didn’t bother attempting to eat and only drank the water the servants delivered. He was anxious and had to keep self-soothing to avoid outright panic.
The discomfort grew more, and Altaïr could feel the fever beginning to climb. He resisted the urge to pull at his clothes, although his skin was damp with sweat, and clothing only made him that much more uncomfortable. Instead, he closed his eyes again and focused on breathing as his fever climbed and the ache in his loins went from mild to very noticeable.
Most of the day drifted by, with Altaïr growing even more agitated. His skin felt like it was too sensitive even for air, but he stubbornly kept his clothes on despite how they felt like rusted metal rubbing across his skin. His hair was damp under his hood, and beads of sweat ran down his neck. He couldn’t even close his legs as the discomfort was too intense. He felt like he would immolate from the inside out.
It was hard to just breathe, but Altaïr focused on just doing that with as much of a regular pattern as he could. Even deliberately trying to take slow inhales and exhales, Altaïr felt closer to panting than he was comfortable with. He couldn’t help it, though, when he felt stifled and smothered in an oven of a room.
The door unlocked and opened. Altaïr didn't look up as he heard footsteps come closer. The door to his cell closed again and locked. Whoever was in his cell stopped just before him, and Altaïr did his best to not inhale too sharply. Even knowing someone was there was enough to make Altaïr's blood flare hotter. He didn't want to risk sending himself into a mania if whoever it was ended up being highly compatible.
"Are you ill?"
Altaïr resisted the urge to groan. Malik. His about to be husband. Of course. "No more than I ever am in heat…." Altaïr said.
"I see." There was a pause. Then, "Put your hood down."
Altaïr wasn't fond of how his hand shook when he lifted it, but Malik didn't comment, thankfully. Altaïr pushed the hood down and looked up at Malik. He hoped he appeared at least marginally more put together than he felt. "Are you still yourself?" Malik asked.
Altaïr scowled. "Contrary to popular rumor… heat doesn't rob an omega of all sense. I am myself."
"And you've agreed to be my wife?"
Altaïr disliked the word but knew omegas rarely were called any different. And he honestly needed Malik's cooperation. Bound to one man was infinitely better than sold to many. "Yes. I've agreed."
Malik's expression didn't change, and Altaïr wasn't sure if that was good or not. "Get up, Altaïr. Let me see you," Malik commanded.
Altaïr was somewhat torn on how cooperative he should be before remembering he needed Malik to accept him. So, he got to his feet. It had been a while since he bothered to stand, and he swayed slightly when he did but caught himself against the wall. Altaïr had always hated how his heat made his muscles tremble and feel exhausted and weak from nothing at all.
Altaïr took a moment to breathe and instantly regretted it. He was aware that alphas were biologically geared to appeal to omegas, but Altaïr was unprepared for how much a regular man like Malik would. His scent wasn't overwhelming like an alpha but spicy and elusive. Like a favorite meal that you had to track down. It made Altaïr's body ache, and he felt wetness begin to dribble on his thigh. He put a hand to his stomach, where the fire was the worst. Altaïr forced himself to stay calm and turned to Malik.
Malik was like a stone. Seemingly entirely unaffected by Altaïr's heat. Because, of course, as a normal man, he likely was. It almost made Altaïr whimper in frustration, but he bit back the urge. Altaïr forced himself to not rip his clothes off but rather act as normally as possible. He was feverish and trembling but was determined to keep as much dignity as he could.
Altaïr folded his robe and put it to the side before pulling off his shirt. He'd only just straightened again after placing it down when Malik put his hand on Altaïr's chest. Altaïr froze as Malik squeezed his breast. He didn't grab hard, but it was still enough to make Altaïr tremble, and his blood boil. "So, this is supposedly going to feed my children, hmm?"
Altaïr would have responded, but Malik squeezed again, and the words evaporated in his throat with a breathy noise. "I guess they'll get bigger," Malik said. He shifted his hand to brush over Altaïr's nipple, which caused a full body tremble. Curious, Malik pinched the hard nub.
Altaïr made a choked whine and had to brace himself on the wall behind him. More hot slick flowed down his thighs, and his cock was swollen to the point of pain. Altaïr had played with his nipples in desperation while masturbating during heats before. But it had never felt so intense as Malik pinching them did. "Sensitive," Malik said.
Malik rubbed his thumb across the hardened bit of flesh and watched Altaïr gasp and lean more against the wall. His face was even more flushed, and Malik saw him tremble. It was surprising that something so little could get such a reaction from Altaïr. The man usually was impossible to get anything out of. It was a surprisingly heady feeling knowing that Altaïr was trembling due to what Malik was doing.
Malik continued to rub and squeeze Altaïr's nipple, enjoying every gasp and little noise of pleasure that escaped Altaïr's panting lips. He liked seeing Altaïr like this. Gasping and so aroused, he could barely stand. Malik could easily see the wetness seeping through Altaïr's pants and the bulge pushing the fabric up.
Even more curious now, Malik leaned forward and licked the nipple he wasn't pinching. Altaïr gasped, and his head flew back, almost bashing against the wall holding him upright. Malik smirked at the reaction and licked again.
Altaïr's fingers scrambled for something to grab onto, but only stone was under his palms. His legs felt like they would collapse as the fire in his abdomen raged out of control. He was so wet and throbbing, more than he ever had been before so early in his heat. His blood was like molten metal running through him, catching every nerve on fire and scalding words from his brain.
His nipples ached and felt swollen as Malik played with them. He licked and sucked, pinched and stroked, and even bit or twisted the tender bits of flesh. Each sensation alone was too much for his brain, but together Altaïr could barely recall his own name. He was helpless against the arousal ripping through him.
Altaïr clung to the wall for support as his every nerve was so alive it almost hurt. He felt slick drip down to his knee, and his insides felt twisted up and achingly empty. Malik sucked and pinched his nipples again without mercy. Altaïr tried to be quiet but simply couldn't. There was too much. He keened and moaned louder and more desperately as he climbed towards climax.
Malik bit down and began to suck harder while pinching Altaïr's other nub. Finally, it was all too much, and Altaïr cried out as he came with enough intensity that his legs turned limp. He slid to the ground, panting for air as his wet pants clung to his groin and legs. "You got off on just your nipples being played with?" Malik asked.
Altaïr was still struggling to regain his bearings where he was sitting slumped against the wall. But he knew that wasn't the end of it. His body would be ready again in only a few moments. "Take your pants off," Malik said. Altaïr looked up at him, not terribly happy at the order. "They're soaked through, anyway," Malik said.
Altaïr was still frowning but undid the ties of his pants. After he got them undone, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband but found himself hesitating. Nobody but the occasional doctor had seen him nude since he was seven. He knew that, as his husband, Malik had the most right to see him bare, but it was still an anxiety-inducing prospect.
Technically, everyone would claim there was nothing to be ashamed of being a 'male omega,' but just because it was said didn't make it true. Altaïr had seen plenty of instances of those like him being sneered at and insulted just for having the ability to carry children. It was worse if the omega was actively pregnant. Altaïr had no reason to think Malik was like that, but he also didn't know him well enough to trust his reaction.
"Having second thoughts?" Malik asked. Altaïr looked up. Malik had a strange look on his face that Altaïr couldn't parse. His own mind was too distracted from the slowly rebuilding heat. "We haven't consummated anything yet. I can still leave."
Altaïr blinked several times. He realized this was likely the last chance to back out that he'd get. But backing out wasn't an option. Not really. Even if he ended up being a horrible husband, Malik was better than a brothel. "No," Altaïr said. "Don't leave."
Pushing aside his trepidation, Altaïr peeled his wet pants off and dropped them to the side. At first, he kept his legs close together, but with Malik's short and rather demeaning command to 'spread,' Altaïr let his legs part. His face was on fire from his building arousal and embarrassment. He'd kept this part of him private for a good reason.
"You really do have a cunt," Malik said, sounding somehow surprised.
Altaïr's face burned hotter, and he looked to the side. "Vulgar."
“As if you haven’t heard worse,” Malik said. “Spread wider and move your cock. I want to see what you’ve been hiding all this time.”
Altaïr thought about arguing but knew it wouldn’t actually get him anywhere. Fighting down the embarrassment again, he spread his thighs wider and held his dick out of the way so that he was on full display. He tried not to pay any attention to Malik but was still very aware he was being stared at.
Malik had to admit he was surprisingly aroused looking at Altaïr spread open for him. Altaïr’s cock was much like what the healers that Malik asked had described. Somewhat smaller than average but not to the point it would be mistaken for a child’s or anything obscene. And what would have been Altaïr’s balls if he’d been an alpha were instead the beginnings of Altaïr’s cunt. There was very little hair, which Malik was surprised about, but it did mean he could easily see the folds of Altaïr’s cunt glistening with moisture. He had a surprisingly appealing pussy tucked away under his cock. Malik was glad about that. He’d been mildly worried he wouldn’t be interested at all. But his own dick was growing quite hard, so he knew that wasn’t a problem. “You’re already so wet,” Malik said as he saw how shiny Altaïr’s thighs already were.
“I’m in heat,” Altaïr said.
“You are.” Malik knelt down in front of Altaïr and reached forward. Altaïr forced himself to not pull away as Malik’s fingers brushed over his sensitive folds. He couldn’t quite help the sharp inhale it caused, though. He closed his eyes and tried to remain passive even as Malik’s fingers rubbed along and parted his folds.
Malik glanced up at Altaïr’s face and was incredibly pleased to see how flushed he was again getting. Even such little stimulation was enough, apparently, when an omega was in heat. Malik stroked Altaïr’s folds again, teasing the underside of his cock where a normal woman’s clitoris would be. The healer Malik consulted said there was a particularly tender bunch of nerves right at the base of an omega’s cock that should function similarly. He was beyond pleased that Altaïr let out an actual whine at the sensation of those nerves being pressed against.
Malik rubbed a little harder, and Altaïr moaned and arched off the wall. “You’re getting even wetter, Altaïr,” Malik said as he spread Altaïr’s folds. He could see where it was coming from. A tight little hole that Malik could almost swear was throbbing. Altaïr’s legs trembled, and Malik pressed into the base of his cock again. Altaïr cried out, and Malik watched more slick come out.
Malik couldn’t resist any longer and carefully pushed his finger inside. Altaïr gasped and jerked, but Malik was more distracted by how hot his body was. Altaïr’s insides were like a furnace, and so tight he wasn’t sure how a man was meant to fit inside. But he reminded himself it was because Altaïr was a virgin, and he would loosen up easily while in heat. So Malik began to thrust his finger inside that fiery channel. Altaïr cried out again, and Malik glanced up to see Altaïr’s eyes were hazy from lust and his face slack but flushed.
Malik watched with fascination as Altaïr’s expression changed with every thrust of his finger. He seemed entirely different and dangerously erotic. Malik knew Altaïr was attractive, but in the throws of heat and pleasure… he was an entirely different being. Malik had half a mind to throw Altaïr to the ground and have him immediately but didn’t. Altaïr was still too tight for that. Although rumor said that an omega would loosen up very quickly for a cock, Malik wasn’t interested in testing the veracity of those claims.
Malik dragged his eyes back down to his hand, which was shiny with Altaïr’s arousal. His finger was making a wet noise with every thrust, and Altaïr’s cock was now also dripping. Altaïr had let go of his dick to tangle his hand in his discarded pants, but Malik didn’t mind. His cock was erect and out of the way, anyway. Malik carefully began to work his second finger inside Altaïr’s hole.
Altaïr whined, and his head thrashed but even more slick coated Malik’s fingers, so he knew it wasn’t anything but a pleasure response. He began to slowly work Altaïr loose, rubbing and pressing in to find the places that made Altaïr’s trembling insides give way. “You’re so tight, Altaïr. But you have to relax,” Malik said as he spread his fingers apart.
Malik curled his fingers and adjusted his angle with every thrust of his arm. Altaïr’s cunt was indeed loosening quickly as Malik fingered him. He was hot and wet and oh-so-ready to be fucked, but Malik held back. “M-malik!”
Malik glanced up at Altaïr’s face again, and his own cock ached from how absolutely wrecked with desperation Altaïr appeared to be. He was practically writhing off the wall, but Malik only spread his fingers and let more slick drip out. He saw Altaïr’s face when he got off from his nipples and wanted to see it again before he gave in to his own pleasure. He wanted to know how Altaïr looked each and every way he could have an orgasm.
Altaïr grabbed at Malik’s empty sleeve but didn’t seem to notice he had nothing substantial as he cried out and arched. He was trembling and began to jerk his hips into Malik’s hand. Malik used Altaïr’s mindless riding of his hand to his advantage and pushed his fingers deeper. Malik hooked his fingers again and grinned as Altaïr very nearly screamed in pleasure. He’d never in his life heard Altaïr so loud. He almost didn’t sound like himself with his voice drenched in pleasure. Malik didn’t even mind that someone could likely hear Altaïr’s noise.
Malik aimed for that same spot again, and Altaïr cried out just as loudly as the first time. His free hand grabbed at Malik’s one remaining arm and held on, but that wasn’t a hindrance. “Is that a good spot for you, Altaïr? You scream so loud when I touch it,” Malik said before thrusting into it again. Again, Altaïr was shaking and clung to Malik as he focused again on that spot.
Malik only had to thrust his hand three or four more times before Altaïr came again with a shriek of pleasure. Malik watched as Altaïr’s face twisted up and then went slack, looking somewhat dazed as his cock spat out a milky spend across his own abdomen. A different release dripped down Malik’s fingers to pool in his palm and also on the floor. Altaïr was left panting and still looking dazed as Malik pulled his hand away.
Altaïr let go of Malik without a fight as Malik stood up. Malik glanced down at Altaïr as he started to undo the laces of his own clothes. Altaïr was loose-limbed, nude, and covered in a faint sheen of sweat. But also, the flush of arousal hadn’t faded. Malik knew it wouldn’t fade for at least a few days. Heat was an arduous event for omegas meant to ensure a child. Luckily they only went through it three times a year if contraceptives were used to keep pregnancy from happening.
Malik would need to pace himself to keep up with his new wife. Malik discarded his clothes to the side and realized Altaïr was looking at him with more presence of mind than before. He must have recovered from the last orgasm. Malik reached down to his own cock and stroked it a few times with his hand damp with Altaïr’s slick. “Have you ever sucked a cock before, Altaïr?”
Altaïr blinked several times and then shook his head. Malik couldn’t say he was surprised. “Mm, well, come here, and let’s see how you do.”
It took a moment before Altaïr could muster the strength to get off the wall. His insides were throbbing still, and his every muscle felt like they’d been beaten flat. Altaïr had always hated the stereotype of ‘quivering, heat-addled, omega,’ but at least now he understood fully where it came from. It wasn’t necessarily excitement that had him trembling but just how purely overwhelmed his every nerve was. There were so many sensations hitting him at once his whole body was overloading.
Altaïr forced his brain to function again as he made his way to where Malik was. He didn’t bother getting up off his knees, despite the fact that it wouldn’t help his image. It just seemed like too much effort.
Altaïr took a moment to see what Malik’s dick looked like. He was longer and thicker than Altaïr, which wasn’t all that surprising, but Altaïr was a little taken aback by the heavy-looking balls at the base of his cock. True, he’d known that men and alphas had them, but he’d never actually seen them before. Of course, he didn’t go into bathhouses with others and had no reason to ever look.
Altaïr reached up and gently took them in his hand. They weren’t as heavy as they looked nor as solid, but they were still odd to hold. Thick hair was around the base of Malik’s cock, very much unlike the thinner patch Altaïr had. And, of course, Malik had no vagina at all. Idly, Altaïr wondered if that made it harder to find pleasure. Malik’s one hand landed on the back of Altaïr’s head. “If you’re done just looking… how about you try actually putting it in your mouth,” Malik said.
That was a vaguely intimidating prospect, but Altaïr allowed Malik to guide him closer. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth. Even seeing Malik’s dick up close, Altaïr still managed to underestimate its actual size and had to open his mouth wider to allow more than just the tip inside. It was salty and warm and odd but not impossible to adjust to. Altaïr let Malik move his hips and just focused on sucking.
Fluid began to come from Malik’s cock, and Altaïr wasn’t sure what to do about that. It was quickly filling his mouth with the taste. Malik’s hips rocked a bit more, and his grip on Altaïr’s hair kept him from pulling back. “Use your tongue more.” Altaïr wasn’t sure what that meant really but rubbed his tongue along the length of Malik’s cock.
Saliva and emissions from Malik’s dick kept building until Altaïr was forced to do something about it. He let his lips part a bit more, and it dribbled down his chin. Not ideal, but he hadn’t wanted to swallow it either. Malik, at least, didn’t seem to notice and groaned above Altaïr. Malik pulled Altaïr closer, and Altaïr nearly choked on the thick intrusion.
Altaïr could smell Malik much clearer now that he was so close. That same spicy scent but with more Earthy tones. It was hard to describe, but he liked the smell. There was a bit of a musky side to it, but that actually wasn’t very unpleasant when mixed with the sharper scent of Malik’s soap and his own unique fragrance. He actually smelled terrific, and Altaïr could feel his arousal building again.
Altaïr sucked on Malik’s cock and tasted more and more of his fluids on his tongue. Malik suddenly pulled away, and Altaïr was left somewhat confused. “You’re pretty bad at that, but I guess that makes sense… I’ll have to take the time to teach you later. For now, get over here,” Malik said. He gestured to the pathetic pile of straw that was what passed as a bed in the cell. Altaïr frowned, which Malik saw. “If you’d rather have nothing at all, you can just stay there.”
Altaïr still didn’t find the straw all that appealing and quickly grabbed the nearest bit of cloth to at least spread over the pile. It was the robe Malik had been wearing, but he didn’t say anything. Altaïr laid down on the straw. Malik knelt beside Altaïr and ran his hand up the inside of Altaïr’s thigh.
Altaïr shuddered but let Malik guide his legs open. Malik slid his two fingers back inside Altaïr’s body, pleased to find him just as hot and wet as before. Altaïr let out a breathy gasp, and Malik leaned over to lick the nearest nipple. This time Malik got a moan in response. Altaïr grew even wetter with each thrust of Malik’s fingers, and his cock was again beginning to swell. Malik glanced up and saw Altaïr had his head thrown back from pleasure. Malik could probably get Altaïr off like this yet again, but he had held off long enough. He hadn’t even been able to truly enjoy Altaïr’s hot mouth because he’d felt like he’d spill too early if he indulged.
Malik pulled his hand back and moved to spread Altaïr’s legs with his own knee. Altaïr, eyes hazy and breathing hard, let him. Malik took just a moment to appreciate how bizarre the situation felt. He never would have thought he’d ever be in such a situation with Altaïr, of all people. But then he took hold of his cock and rubbed along Altaïr’s wet folds.
Altaïr groaned and tangled his hands in Malik’s robe beneath him. Malik positioned himself and then pushed forward. Altaïr was tight, and it took some effort to get his tip inside. Altaïr gasped, and Malik had to take a moment to keep his composure. Already Altaïr was so tight and hot and wet, and it was hard to not embarrass himself. Malik leaned over Altaïr and began to roll his hips in shallow but insistent motions.
Malik finally managed to get himself fully buried inside Altaïr. He groaned at how impossibly good it felt and let his head rest on Altaïr’s shoulder so that he had a moment to adjust. None of the women that Malik had ever bedded had felt this good. No wonder so many people were eager to sleep with omegas.
Altaïr shifted beneath Malik. It was the first time he’d ever had something so thick inside him. Malik’s cock felt a hundred times better than his fingers had, and Altaïr thought he’d go crazy with those thrusting inside of him. He wanted Malik to move so badly. He was on fire with a need that was somehow even worse than when he endured heats alone. Altaïr was partially satisfied, but just enough to whet his appetite for more. He couldn’t stop now.
Malik finally started moving his hips again, and Altaïr moaned beneath him in pleasure. Malik wasn’t sure how long he would last. He tried to find that spot that had made Altaïr scream before with every thrust. Malik wanted to see if he would get an even better reaction now.
Malik’s cock was perfect inside of Altaïr, and it was hard to not get loud with how good it felt. Altaïr could feel the pleasure building up surprisingly quickly with every move of Malik’s hips. His cock reached so deep and filled him so nicely that it was fanning the flames in Altaïr’s blood even more. Altaïr couldn’t quite stop himself from wrapping his legs around Malik’s hips. He hadn’t meant to, but it made it even better. Malik’s cock was better angled, and Altaïr couldn’t bring himself to regret it when it felt so good.
Malik’s hips snapped harder and faster, and Altaïr found it hard to breathe. His every sense narrowed down to Malik. His feel, his smell, the sight of him above Altaïr, even the taste of him still coating Altaïr’s tongue. Altaïr felt his own cock dribbling and the way his muscles were tensing. Malik felt so good each time his hips moved.
Altaïr was getting louder as he was getting closer, and his body was getting tighter as well. Malik had to fight to not finish right then because it felt so good. However, Malik was still determined to make Altaïr scream. So Malik shifted his hips again, trying to find that perfect angle, and was rewarded when Altaïr gave a sharp and startled noise. “Did I find it again, Altaïr? That spot you like so much?” Malik asked between his own ragged breathing.
Malik did his best to hit that exact angle each time he rocked his hips forward, and soon Altaïr was near screaming again. Altaïr arched up off the ground and met each of Malik’s thrusts with his own movements. Knowing that he was the one making Altaïr react so strongly was an amazing thing. Malik was the one Altaïr was so wet and hot for. Altaïr was his now, and Malik found himself liking that prospect more and more.
Malik could practically feel how close Altaïr was with how tightly he was clinging to Malik. It was as if his body didn’t want to let Malik’s cock pull free. Altaïr was arched up and his head thrown back in pleasure as he cried out. His own cock was dribbling a near-constant flow of emissions all over Altaïr’s well-sculpted abdomen. Malik wished desperately he had his other hand to pull Altaïr’s hips even closer but settled for snapping forward even harder. Altaïr only got louder.
“Malik!” Altaïr screamed as he came.
Malik bit out a curse at how tightly his cock was milked by Altaïr’s desperate muscles. He couldn’t do much besides finally cum. It was probably the most intense orgasm of his life, prolonged by each time Altaïr’s body spasmed tightly around him. Altaïr moaned aloud and continued to tremble even as Malik finished. If Malik were an alpha, he’d likely be able to keep going, but he wasn’t, and so he let his head rest on his forearm beside Altaïr’s head.
They were both panting for air in the brief lull. But Altaïr’s body was still too warm, and Malik knew his new omega spouse would not be finished so easily. “If you move… I’m going to want you again,” Altaïr said softly. “So stay still for now.”
“How many times will you want to be fucked?” Malik asked without lifting his head.
Altaïr was quiet for a moment. “As many times as you can manage. But my heats are usually short… average just two days.”
Malik supposed he was glad for that. It was going to be a struggle for him to keep up with an omega for even that long. He’d never had a chance if Altaïr was one of those that had week-long heats. They laid there another few moments before Malik lifted his head enough to look at Altaïr. He was still flushed, but the haziness in his golden eyes had cleared up. “Why did you choose now to consummate this?” Malik asked curiously. While it was definitely easier to bed Altaïr when he was definitely going to be receptive to sex, Malik still found it odd. He’d had thought Altaïr would go as long as possible before appearing before Malik in heat.
Altaïr looked over sharply. “Who told you I picked the day?”
“Al Mualim said you wanted to get things done quickly,” Malik said. “Did you not?”
“My opinion was not asked one way or the other. Al Mualim picked today. Likely after the servants told him my heat had begun,” Altaïr said. “I’m not sure why he did, but I am sure he has some goal in mind….”
Malik frowned as he thought about that. “Perhaps he thought it would be easier on us both this way.” Altaïr didn’t respond.