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Haplo would go on his mission soon. He would explore Arianus, sow discord, and bring back a fitting representative for his master. But there was one more thing he needed to do first.
He stared at the glass dubiously. He understood why, of course, but he couldn't deny the apprehension in his stomach. It had been awhile, that was all.
"It is better this way, my child" Lord Xar reminded him, perhaps misconstruing his hesitation. "Better to satisfy your heat here with me than be vulnerable on an unfamiliar world, even more so if you encounter the Sartans."
He just nodded and swallowed the concoction, wincing at the too sweet taste. It wouldn't take long before his mind was numbed by the heat fog.
Xar held out his hand and he took it, hoping it wasn't too obvious how he was starting to shake. He was led to the private bedroom.
He had been in here before of course, during previous heats. There were a decent number of Alphas among the other Patryns but none he trusted more than his lord, and none he'd prefer to spend his heat with.
This was just an extension of that.
The drug made everything more sensitive.
Haplo could only lay there, moaning and writhing, hands fisted in the sheets, Xar's head between his thighs. He was sharply aware of each swipe of his master's tongue curling inside him. Artificial heat aside, he must have been dripping by now.
Soon the pleasure overwhelmed and he came for the second time in the past hour.
The climax left Haplo boneless, satiated and overwhelmed, so he didn't take much notice when his liege lord rolled him over, nudging him into proper position. He felt the cock, larger than he could be fully comfortable with, brush against his entrance. He rocked back a little, aching to be filled.
Lord Xar didn't start slow.
He keened at the stretch, trying to bury his noises in the sheets, feeling himself being spread open, bordering on too much. In a single steady push, Xar was fully inside him. Then the thrusting started.
It felt good, it always did, even if it left Haplo flailing, nearing the end of his limits. Hands tightly gripped his hips (there would be visible bruises later, there always were), keeping him firmly in place, neither able to escape nor push back to chase the pleasure.
For all his competency and skills, it always startled Haplo how easily he could be reduced to just another a Omega, just a receptacle for his lord's pleasure (he knew it wasn't like that, but he still had the thought). It's too much but he took it because his liege commanded, even when the knot forced it's way in, making him come once again.
Haplo lay there limply, shaking from the aftershocks, the knot keeping him tied to his lord, his mentor, the closest he had to a father now. He thought that would would be it, just waiting until the knot went down but then he felt Xar shifting and teeth pressing against his neck, where his old bond mark still was.
The bite hurt, just as he remembered it would. Claimed and bred properly now, so all he met would know he already belonged to another. His eyes stung. It was for his own good, he tried to assure himself, just another way Lord Xar sought to protect him on his mission.
Distantly, it occurred to Haplo that the claiming bite was somewhat unnecessary. A scarf would be around his neck to hide the runes there, which would also keep the bite hidden.
But it wasn't his place to question his lord. So he didn't.