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Caelum’s feet ached, and his back ached, and still the Dark Lord’s castle loomed high above him. He’d been training for this for years, since the Council of Sages had discovered him and declared that he was the one who fit the prophecy. The unlikeliest hero, an omega of common birth, destined to defeat the alpha Dark Lord Valdas and bring light back to the land. Still, the prophecy hadn’t mentioned how much walking was involved.
It was eerily quiet as Caelum picked his way up the scraggly mountain. He kept expecting Valdas’ followers to appear behind every turn, and kept the blessed sword Luminia raised and ready for battle, but there was no one. At least Luminia’s faint glow prevented him from tripping over a gnarled root or broken rock lying across the path.
Finally the steep slope of the mountain flattened out, and Caelum almost ran headfirst into the black stone walls of the Dark Lord’s castle. After checking that there were still no minions lurking in the shadows, Caelum collapsed on the ground and leaned his head against the stone walls. He was flushed warm from his climb, and the cold stone felt good against his cheek. He unfastened the canteen from his belt and drained all the water inside.
His whole body ached. How was he so sore just from walking? He was in prime physical shape from years of intense training. How could he hope to defeat Valdas if he couldn’t even climb a mountain?
He wished he could stay and rest for a while, but it wasn’t safe here. And besides, the prophecy said Valdas was only vulnerable on the summer solstice, the longest day of the year, although the unnatural darkness that covered the land made the day appear the same as any other. Caelum didn’t have time to waste.
He staggered upright, holding onto the wall for balance, and crept around the outside of the castle, searching for a way in. After a few minutes, he spotted an open window just above his head, and was able to hoist himself up to the sill and duck through. He found himself in a storeroom piled high with crates and sacks. Despite some curiosity, he didn’t dare linger to investigate them. He put his ear to the door, but heard nothing, so he eased it open and slipped out into the hall.
The hallway was deserted, and surprisingly clean for an evil overlord’s castle. There were no carpets on the stone floor, no decorations on the walls save for the occasional sconce set with candles that gave off a flickering, eerily purple glow. There was no dust or cobwebs, nothing that indicated the place was as abandoned as it seemed.
Caelum wove through the hallways. His heart pounded in his chest. Despite the labyrinth of corridors, Caelum didn’t hesitate. He knew which way to go. It was like something inside him was pulling him towards the Dark Lord.
Finally Caelum arrived at a pair of ornate doors, twice as tall as he was, and paused. This was it. His palm, wrapped around Luminia, was slick with sweat.
The doors swung inward of their own accord.
Caelum straightened his back, lifted his chin, and entered.
The room was enormous, made of the same black stone as the rest of the castle and just as free of any ornamentation. The only light came from a silver chandelier hanging from the center of the room, filled with those creepy candles. The corners of the room were cloaked in impenetrable shadow, so that Caelum couldn’t even really tell how large it was. All he could see was a matte black throne of curling wrought iron, and the alpha who sat upon it.
Even seated, Caelum could tell Valdas was taller than him, tall and slender under his billowing black robe. He had dark hair and eyes against slightly tanned skin, and a neatly trimmed beard. He looked… exceptionally ordinary. Not at all like the personification of evil Caelum had been expecting.
But there was something about him, a powerful aura, that both allured and frightened Caelum. Almost against his will, he took a few steps forward.
Valdas smiled. It glittered like the blade of a knife. “So, young Champion,” Valdas said. “I suppose the Council of so-called Sages sent you to slay me.”
“Only if you force my hand,” Caelum said, forcing himself to sound brave. “Renounce your endless night and I will let you walk away.”
Valdas laughed, a rich rolling chuckle that sent shivers down Caelum’s spine. “I don’t think so,” he said. “You won’t be the first Champion to try and fail to defeat me.” He stood and spread his empty hands, palms up. From the corner of his eye, Caelum saw movement in the shadows. “No, don’t come closer. I will handle him.”
Caelum wondered to whom those words were spoken, until he heard muttering in the shadows and the rustling of cloaks. They weren’t alone, he realized. The Dark Lord’s followers lurked on the outskirts of the room, unseen.
A chill went down his spine. He had the lurking suspicion that he was outmatched. Valdas had planned this, had staged the room in this theatrical way. What else was he planning?
Valdas smirked. “Come on then, Champion. I’m waiting.”
He waved a hand, and a tendril shot out of the shadows. It was pure black, absorbing all light, but it felt solid enough when it ducked under Caelum’s guard and dealt him a blow to the solar plexus. Caelum gasped and swung Luminia at it. The sword sliced through the tentacle, which dissolved into mist, but another one slithered towards Caelum from his left. He spun and slashed at it, dispersing it like the first.
Caelum twisted and stabbed, but there were always more of the tentacles. Hacking through them didn’t seem to hurt Valdas at all. Every once in a while, Caelum would be able to take a few steps closer to Valdas before the tentacles drove him back. Sometimes they were sharp enough to leave small stinging cuts on his face or hands, and sometimes they were blunt and heavy, leaving bruises where they struck. They never did him real harm, though, just darted in for little wounds before snaking away or letting Caelum destroy them. Between panting breaths, Caelum began to suspect they were toying with him.
Still, Caelum threw himself into the fight. If he could just get a little closer, enough to land a blow or two on Valdas himself… Caelum’s breath came in heavy pants and sweat trickled down his temple. Why was it so godsdamned hot in here? Even his hardest training in the height of summer didn’t feel like this. Caelum’s limbs felt like lead, and Luminia slipped in his grasp. His whole body was sore, a throbbing ache that seemed to shake his bones.
He slashed through three tentacles in rapid succession and lunged to close the distance between himself and Valdas. He lashed out with Luminia and landed the tip of the sword in the hollow of Valdas’ collarbone, just pulling the blow in time not to slit Valdas’ throat. “Yield,” he gasped.
Valdas smiled. “I think not.” A tentacle wrapped around Caelum’s ankle and yanked it out from under him, sending him crashing to the stone floor on his belly and knocking the wind out of him. Luminia clattered to the ground and bounced away. More of the tendrils lashed around his wrists, holding him tight. They slithered over his armor, pulling and snipping, until his breastplate loosened and fell off. The tentacles pulled him up and turned him over, until he was lying on his back, and then removed his bracers, gauntlets, and greaves. A tentacle batted the armor out of the way into the shadows.
Panic rose up in Caelum’s throat, and he lashed out, struggling against the bonds that held him, but they wouldn’t give. Valdas stepped forward, looming over Caelum.
“There now,” he said. “You put up a very good fight, but it’s time to give up. Don’t hurt yourself with futile struggling.”
Caelum sagged back against the floor. Something about Valdas’ gaze, the cadence of his voice, made Caelum want to obey. And Valdas… smelled good. A rich, intoxicating scent of musk and clean earth and rain. Caelum took another deep breath.
Caelum let his head drop back against the floor. “I’m not the chosen one, am I?” he asked. He felt foolish saying it. How could he have ever believed he was anything special?
Valdas laughed. “You know, I never thought a false prophecy would keep the Council busy for so long,” he said. “All these years and they’ve never figured it out. They just keep doing the same thing again and again, thinking that surely this time it will be different. What fools.”
Caelum blinked back tears. It wasn’t just that he was a failure. There had never been any hope at all. “So go ahead and kill me,” he said miserably.
“Oh, I’m not going to kill you,” Valdas said. “I have a much better use for you. Come take your rightful place at my feet.” He flicked his fingers and the shadows began to tug and cut at Caelum’s clothes. First the padded armor he wore under his metal plate, then his undershirt and breeches, and finally his smallclothes were torn to shreds and dropped on the ground.
Icy terror gripped Caelum, and he struggled and thrashed against the tentacles. “No,” he said. He couldn’t stand to be debased like this, in front of all the Dark Lord’s minions.
Valdas removed his robe and let it fall to the ground. He had the slim, wiry build of a foot courier, and Caelum’s gaze was drawn to his half-hard cock rising from a nest of dark pubic hair. It was huge and thick, blushed red at the tip, and Caelum’s mouth began to water as he imagined wrapping his lips around it, burying his nose in Valdas’ groin and smelling that alpha musk.
No! Caelum bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. He didn’t want this. The thought of the villain’s hands on him made his skin crawl. Then why did he feel so warm? Why could he feel his own cock start to stiffen, the slick begin to pool in his hole?
“What have you done to me?” he demanded.
“Me? Why, nothing,” Valdas said. He knelt down and stroked Caelum’s thigh. Caelum tried to flinch away, but ended up pressing into the touch instead. “This is natural. You’re in heat, that’s all, and you need an alpha to submit to, to use you as you need to be used.”
“Heat?” Caelum said. “I can’t be in heat, I take suppressants, a—”
“A tea?” Valdas cocked an eyebrow. “That you drink every morning with a breakfast of dry toast? But you ran out just before you left for your journey here, and had to purchase a new package.”
Caelum’s eyes widened. “How—”
“My people are everywhere,” Valdas said, “and I’ve been keeping an eye on you. Now, don’t think that I’ve cheated. You never would have been able to defeat me, even at your full strength. But I thought that you were so pretty, I might keep you for a while.” Valdas stroked Caelum’s thigh again, and then wrapped his hand around Caelum’s cock.
Against his will, Caelum let out a moan. It had been so long since he’d been touched by any hand but his own; training left little time for such pleasures, and celibacy was supposed to improve his focus and help him attune with the light. All it seemed to do now was make him more sensitive, or maybe that was the heat; Caelum hadn’t had one in years, so he could hardly compare.
The shadow tentacles hauled Caelum up into a sitting position, and Valdas leaned in and kissed him. This close, the scent of him was overwhelming. Fire burned in Caelum’s belly. An aching need suffused every part of him. He opened his mouth, let Valdas’ tongue penetrate him. Valdas’ mouth was greedy, invading and claiming. He nipped at Caelum’s lips until they felt raw and ached as much as the rest of him. And Valdas’ hand never left Caelum’s cock, his touch too light, teasing, not giving Caelum what his body craved.
“Please,” Caelum whispered into Valdas’ mouth. “Please don’t…” His mind felt like it was full of hot steam from a sauna. He didn’t want this, he felt dirty just being touched like this, but his body needed it like air. He rocked his hips as much as he could, pinned down as he was, fucking Valdas’ fist, desperately chasing friction.
Valdas pulled his hand away and gave Caelum’s cock a sharp swat. Caelum whined. Valdas grabbed a handful of Caelum’s hair and jerked his head back. “No,” he said. “You take what I give you. You are mine to do with what I want.”
“Please,” Caelum said, and he wasn’t sure what he was begging for now.
Valdas released Caelum’s hair, and the shadows pulled Caelum down to lie back on the stone floor. “I like the sound of that,” Valdas said, rubbing circles with his thumb around Caelum’s hole, smearing the slick that was dripping out. “Do it again. Beg me to fuck your wet, tight hole.”
He roughly forced two fingers into Caelum’s hole, driving the breath from Caelum’s lungs. The abrupt stretch burned, and Caelum clenched down, trying to force out the intrusion. But as Valdas began to pump his fingers in and out, Caelum found himself relaxing, opening up to the violation. Valdas touched a certain spot inside him and spears of hot pleasure shot through Caelum. He squirmed in his bonds, trying to escape the groping fingers while simultaneously trying to get more sensation on that sensitive spot. Tears of frustration trickled down his temples into his hair.
“Please,” he begged, “please make it stop, I need…” His body was an inferno, a throbbing flame of need and desire and agonizing pleasure, and it still wasn’t enough. He was going to go mad like this, teetering on the edge.
“Tell me what you need,” Valdas said. “I want to hear you say it.” He gave his fingers a cruel twist, hitting that sweet spot just so.
Caelum gritted his teeth. He’d trained until his legs gave out, been knocked to the ground again and again by his teacher until he was one giant bruise, gone through every ordeal the Council could concoct to ready himself for this mission, but he’d never suffered like this. He tried to turn his mind away from the truth, but the realization consumed him, turning the remainder of his dignity to ash in the blaze of his lust. His traitorous body needed an alpha cock, and it didn’t care that the alpha in question had killed thousands, or that he was tainted with dark magic.
“Fuck me.” Caelum let out a ragged sob. “Please, I need your knot, please fuck me, just make it stop, please!”
“Oh darling, all you had to do was ask,” Valdas said. He pulled his fingers out, and when he grabbed Caelum’s hips, Caelum could feel his own wetness. Valdas’ cock prodded at Caelum’s entrance and it felt enormous, much bigger than a couple fingers, and then Valdas was pushing inside him, stretching him impossibly wide. It burned, like Caelum was being torn in half, but at the same time it felt right to be so full. He clenched down as Valdas began to rock in and out, and this time when Valdas hit that spot Caelum exploded in agonizing ecstasy.
When he came down from his orgasm, there was a sticky puddle of come on his stomach and Valdas was still fucking him, pounding in and out as if Caelum were just a toy to be used. Everything felt too much, a different kind of overstimulated agony than it had been just a few minutes before, but Caelum was too exhausted to do anything about it. He slumped down into the tentacles and let his body be used, and it wasn’t long before the awful pleasure overcame the pain of overstimulation and Caelum found himself getting aroused again.
Valdas noticed Caelum’s cock hardening against his stomach. “Yes, good boy,” he said. “I knew you liked it. This is what you were made for, to be used and bred. Is that what you want? Should I give you my knot, fill you up with my come, plant my spawn in your belly?”
“Yes,” Caelum cried, barely aware of what he was agreeing to. “Yes, please, I need it!”
Valdas increased his pace, fucking Caelum with almost inhuman speed, and Caelum felt Valdas’ knot begin to catch on his rim, stretching him even further, until he couldn’t pull out anymore. But the still-growing knot continued to jostle him from within, until it pressed up on Caelum’s sensitive spot and he came again, his muscles clenching so hard they ached, his cock spurting out more come that dripped down his sides. He could feel Valdas coming too, the thick hot jets of alpha come filling him full.
The room was silent except for the sound of Valdas breathing and a few muffled grunts from the minions lining the walls. Heat flooded Caelum’s face as he remembered their unseen audience; how many people had seen him stretched open and begging?
The tentacles pulled Caelum up and maneuvered him until he was cradled in Valdas’ arms. Every tiny move pulled on the knot plugging his hole, and Caelum whimpered. After the brutal fucking he’d just endured, the simple feeling of strong arms around him was comforting. He breathed in the scent of alpha musk. It smelled right, like belonging. This was where he was supposed to be.
Valdas stroked his hair. “Good boy,” he said. “This is what you’re meant for, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Caelum agreed tiredly. His alpha was pleased with him. That was the only thing that mattered.
Caelum’s knees ached where they pressed against the cold stone floor, and his back ached where his enormous belly weighed it down, and his jaw ached where it was stretched wide around Valdas’ cock. Caelum was chilled, too; he wore no clothing. His alpha wanted him to be nude, and so he was.
Valdas was talking to one of his followers about something. Caelum wasn’t paying attention. He was only concerned with the heavy cock resting on his tongue, nudging up against the back of his throat just enough so that he could feel it without it actually inhibiting his breathing. Drool dripped from the corners of his mouth, but there was nothing he could do about that. His place was here, warming Valdas’ cock. To that end, his arms had been tied behind him, pulling painfully on his shoulders, and it was a struggle to keep his balance on his knees with his huge pregnant belly. Any day now, he would give birth to Valdas’ child.
Valdas largely ignored Caelum, not even to fuck his mouth, although he absentmindedly carded his fingers through Caelum’s hair as he talked, and to Caelum that was better. Valdas was pleased with him, and his approval, combined with the pregnancy hormones, kept Caelum constantly aroused. Right now his cock was hard and red, straining against the underside of his belly and leaving smears of precome on it, and his hole dripped slick down his thighs, ready and waiting for Valdas to use him. Caelum gave a soft whine around Valdas’ cock, and Valdas tugged sharply on his hair in punishment.
Caelum forced himself into stillness, let his mind float away until he was nothing but Valdas’ toy. This was his purpose, to be used for his alpha’s whims. He couldn’t imagine wanting anything else.