Beckett held the Prince's hands down as he rolled his hips pulling his cock in and out of his hole. The Prince's chest was squarer, more muscular now and it wasn't something he ever noticed before, maybe because of his insecurities and his preference for omega women or maybe because he wasn't as obsessed as Jonathon was with nipples.
This was his favorite position.
His calves tucked under the other's thighs as his cock nestled in his ass and his body leaned forward holding him down. Every bit of his cock stuffed his heat. He rolled his head as his insides sucked him and out, filling every space.
"Isn't this--" Enzo paused as he paced back and forth. Back and forth again, then, he shook his head. "Emasculating. Doesn't it make you want--want to fight or punch something? I don't think I can do this."
The other began putting some of his regalia back on with the pleated tunic on first before he began pacing again.
Beckett ignored him.
He wasn't going to let him ruin the ride and bounced on his cock as it began to thicken and his balls hit his ass. Watching the Prince squirm as his release was yanked out of him, ah, yes, this was his favorite. He flattened his body against his chest as his balls plugged him in and waited until he was empty.
That glassy, glazed look began to clear and he could see rationale behind his eyes again.
His finger poked at his cheek. "Are you coming to?"
"No."
"Someone is embarrassed."
"I'm emasculating."
The two shared a look before Beckett laughed and slid off his cock.
"You're joking," Enzo muttered. "And it's not funny."
The Prince tried moving but winced at the motion and stayed down. He admitted, "I didn't know it would be like this. I made several incorrect assumptions and made choices that led me astray. I was going to make a whole thing of this and now, here I am, stuck to the whims of you. So, I do agree, it isn't funny in that way but you must admit after all my focus, to have failed so miserably," the Prince laughed. "Are you even willing to be my partner still?"
"Why choose me, when you have him?" Enzo retorted. "I couldn't--I didn't know what to do. I'm almost certain I nearly killed you."
"Because you're my match," the Prince said before he reached over and patted Beckett's hands. "He wants to be safe, comforted, and content. That's not a life I can offer him."
Enzo broke, "But if you could, would you?"
"I would be an altogether different figure if I weren't a prince. And there's no telling what choices this other person would make. Perhaps he wouldn't have wanted to study or experiment with designation changes. Perhaps he would've never found the books or had the curiosity. And this would have never been necessary."
He's never see Beckett in the way Enzo was. The clever soldier was a master of words, his mischief was caused with purpose, and he had a regal air to his posture. It doesn't help
"To be the Emperor's Consort," Enzo explained as he continued to pace, brushing his hair back each time he turned around, and as if he were still speaking to himself. "I would have to learn how to be an omega." Then he derisively laughed. "Hah! I'd have to be the top omega, even after everyone knows that I was once an alpha. You realize how difficult it will be to convince the kingdom. I need--I need books and training manuals. And then I have to pick them apart to find the actual meat inside of it that can help outside of the propaganda. I'll have to become a different person."
Beckett rolled his eyes. "So, what you're worried about is time and finding proof that you're a good omega. You?"
Enzo hissed, "What do you mean by you?" and narrowed his eyes. "I could be but--I--!"
The Prince shared a look with Beckett, who could also see the anger flush through Enzo as though he had been running. Enzo was breathing heavily as he continued to pace the room, when Beckett whispered something in his ear and then helped him sit up against the wall.
"Enzo, come here," the Prince motioned him to come over.
Enzo snapped, "Why should I? So you can entrap me! And I'll be stuck as a failure of an omega and--"
"Love," the Prince pressed and opened his arms. "Here. Now."
Enzo shivered and then wandered over, taking a pause and a hesitant step before kneeling in front of him. He finally said, "I have great pride as an alpha."
"You should have no less pride as an omega," the Prince said before he thumbed his cheeks and trailed his hand down his nape to find what he had been looking for. The bruised mark and telltale signs of the change in process--his heat. "You'll be better for the throne than I could ever be in any designation."
The man's reddened cheeks flushed deeper as the Prince's thumb flicked his plush lips and pushed inside, thrusting it in and out. Enzo moaned but tightened his fists on the stone flooring as if to hold himself back. His tongue pressed in his mouth as their lips slid over one another licking and coaxing the other in. Jonathon wanted to say he could take this slow and savor this but he could feel his swollen cock twitching and drooling on his stomach so he gently pulled Enzo over his hip, rubbing his cock against Enzo's twitching hardness. Their kiss broke with Enzo lolling his head on his shoulder. The Prince could tell Enzo was losing his senses. Enzo rolled his hips over his cock as if to tease him and the Prince gritted his teeth as his entire body shuddered.
This was worse.
He could tell his body was reacting to Enzo's heat, strongly.
It didn't help that Enzo wearing that silkened tunic with its long flared-like skirt as he rolled over his cock. It gave him ideas about shoving him forward against the walls of the barrack cabins just as the soldier ended his shift and pounding into his body under the night sky.
Maybe he could convince the royal dressers to make an outfit similar to it.
His fingers unbuttoned the upper half of the uniform and yanked the sleeves down but not fully, entrapping Enzo's arms so that he couldn't move but still giving him a perfect view of his heaving chest, squeezing between the tightened fabric, and hardened nipples. His muffled moans provoked the Prince into clutching his hips before lifting him and sliding his cock in.
The heat was unbearable as it clenched over his cock but Enzo sighed as he nuzzled against the Prince's neck. He lifted his legs, pressing Enzo's nestled body tight to his hips as he bounced the man on his cock. Enzo's cries crooned in his ear, begging him to go harder. He twisted his fists behind the man's back and leaned forward as he slammed into Enzo's heat. His hips speeding up as his heat massaged his cock until his release punched through. But he didn't stop even as his hips stuttered. He started again, sliding forward with Enzo's back against the stone flooring, his legs hooked around his and plunged into his heat again, harder. He could hear the echoes of skin slicking on skin but his mind was numb to anything else but the squeezing pleasure. Enzo's body spasmed underneath him, sucking his cock in deeper as he came with cum spitting on the Prince's stomach but he kept chasing that heat as his body pounded into his.
He couldn't tell how much time had passed when he twisted Enzo on his side, lifted his leg, and angled his cock just so he could peek at his bouncing chest as his hips smacked against his ass. His whole body shook with the force of his thrusts as his head rolled against the floor and then he felt his sack empty, flooding his insides--again.
The soldier slumped over satiated for the moment but his own cock thickened and swelled.
He slipped out of Enzo with a loud squelch.
Beckett appeared, as if out of the blue, and began wiping Enzo down with a wet cloth. He said, "Is it too much?"
"Not yet," he panted. "Almost."
The other man must have brought over blankets as they sat folded nearby. He grabbed a few to cradle Enzo away from sleeping on the cold, hard ground.
Beckett squeezed the washcloth out into an empty bucket and the soothing scent of citron filled his nose as the wet cloth began wiping against his body. He dabbed his forehead, his temple, and trailed down his body. The smell and cool water took the brunt of the heat off his body.
But it wasn't enough.
Beckett must've seen it in his eyes and sighed before he turned around, lifting his hips. His cock slammed into his body and filled his heat before the other had fully laid down.
Gods. When would it end?
His hands yanked at his chest as he slammed his hips. The force of his thrusts harder than he was on Enzo. He wondered if it was because Beckett's body change didn't only change to an ideal omega form, he changed to the Prince's ideal form.
Beckett's ass bounced on his hips and it was a similar but different kind of heaven. Perhaps the Prince was greedy but Enzo never said he couldn't fuck Beckett. His thrusts had a mind of their own as Beckett's ass shook against the force of it. Watching his cock slip in and out of his hole, his hands reached around twisting at his nipples until the man groaned and his other hand reached for his cock. Something rare for him to do but even then as he grabbed the hardness, he noticed the change.
His sack jerked and felt his cock tighten before he came stifling the moan, even as he clutched his chest.
"You finally noticed?" Beckett said with a backward glance. "I had a decent. . .girth before but now it's smaller, wetter. The tip is a bit bigger. I figured you never paid attention to it out of disinterest."
His fingers rolled over Beckett's cock, thumbing the soft tip in an experimental twist and yank drawing out the man's release with a gasp. It was no wonder he didn't pay attention if his cock was nothing like this before.
"You never said," the Prince pointed out. "I would have surely let you know if the same happened to me."
"I heard someone make a joke that it was a waste," Beckett breathed out, as he leaned back, sitting on his legs. His dimples in full display from this angle. Both of them. "Said it proves a big rod doesn't make a fertile man. Can't say I liked the reminder."
The Prince wrapped his arms around the man tucked underneath his chest. He cupped each one and kneaded it as it nibbled down his neck as he said, "'Tis true. It's the sack, actually, that does most of the heavy-lifting." with his hardening cock nestled between his cheeks and his thumbs flicking his nipples. His breathy moans were delightful. "Literally and figuratively."
His cock slipped inside his heat and his head leaned forward against Beckett's back while he ruminated over his cruel nature towards the man.
Well, it wasn't as if they were competition any longer.
"Makes sense," Beckett said tightly. He held the Prince's arms tight as he was filled again. "I want one. At least."
His smirk pressed against his neck as he said, "I can try."
Jata Niara whisked into the corridors hearing little to nothing in the long, winding halls. Not even distant whispers or fading footsteps. She snapped around another corner and then pressed against the wall when she finally heard the soft tap of running in the distance.
"These damned corridors!"
It was the ex-Commander cursing as he waved his lantern back and forth. She listened to his grumbling as she slowly trailed behind him.
"If that cursed half-breed lied to me," Berman hissed as his lantern searched around for which corridor to turn into when these halls split into two. "I will destroy the Cordero family, utterly and completely."
So it was Akhutenan's general, whom he promoted to Captain.
As it stands, her nephew wasn't impressing her much. She thought about capturing him here and now but waited. Perhaps her sister and brother were right, albeit in a heavy-handed way.
This wasn't a Sonhrai problem.
This was a Carolingian problem.
She listened to the ex-Commander and followed him loop around the corridors before reaching a dusty hall that the man entered by kicking its rotten doors off its cracked hinges. He coughed as the dust disperse and she covered her mouth with her arm as she followed him in.
The room was sparse, with more rotten wood and the smell of mildew. Sounds of creatures skittered on, and she knew then that there was an exit nearby—a populated area with access to things like mice.
She heard him kick and break open another door before she could finally see sunlight peering down from a bronze latch. The man stood there until the bronze latch squealed open and a ladder made out of knotted rope unraveled as it dropped down. He wiggled up the ladder and the latch slammed shut behind him.
He left the ladder behind as if he were going to return.
Letting some time pass until she followed through, the expansive space was the size of five or six full rooms. A few more if she added the two extra rooms from the previous area's corridors and the smaller rooms they were connected to. She pressed her ears against the wall and could the grumbling of a working aqueduct. It was likely the one the Campgrounds used. The siphon that would take the freshwater out of the Empire's main river and shove it where it needed to be. It shouldn't be too difficult to add more piping as loud as the pressure sounded.
Her fingers shook the ladder and checked its durability before climbing up. The bronze latch, to her surprise, opened up and she found herself high up surrounded by sandy shrubbery on the mountain overlooking the Campgrounds. The mountain that finally had an explanation for why it was so arid compared to the land on its left. Knowing the al-Busiri's similar work, there was likely a water basin filtration system draining the rainwater. She would have to ask Elijah about that. There had to be a levee system involved since the Capital hadn't had a flood in centuries, even with filtered rainwater draining back to the source.
Such a sight was overwhelming as this plot of land here had a beautiful view of the capital and was large enough to build a house over the former al-Busiri cave housings. The sprawling city curved and trailed in a circular shape with the older housings, poorer buildings, and damaged structures providing a sort of shield, a wall separating their city from the rest of the Empire, which was both large and unending. A field of okala-ete trees stood between her and the city, with a majority of them wearing their spikes. From her vantage point, she could see the two cloaked forms escaping down the mountainside into a kajawa but it stayed in place. There was a long while where her legs began to tire and she kneeled to the ground to stay in shroud better but the kajawa didn't move. There was the sound raised voices from the carriage and then silence.
That latched door opened again, and a body rolled out the side. Underneath the dark cloak, blood spilled out like a gurgling brook and stained the sand. The kajawa sped off into the city and out of her sight. Had she blinked, she would've missed the brief glimpse as the kajawa's curtain trembled in the wind. Those familiar sharp teeth and that crooked grin, it was the one and only Akira Lin. His face disappeared under the snapping curtain and rushing camel as if it had been an illusion.
Wandering over to the body, Jata Naira already knew who would be wrapped within the cloak's fabric. She yanked the hood down, and the ex-Commander's pale dead face stared back.
Ah, she thought, the ex-Commander knew too much. The criminal head never planned on letting the man escape to the Empire and give away his station that easily. Rifling around his cloak, she found a crinkled missive that said:
You'll find all you need in the chest
Donot forget the rope ladder
And sighed.
She knew whose handwriting this was. If the other figure in the carriage was Wuhayb, then it left no doubt in her mind who the writer of this missive was.
No matter how this unraveled. Lin's people were rivals of his grandfather's. And by the way her grandfather tells it, their ownership of illegal dealings and land that their family has controlled for over a century was slipping into Akira's hands piece by piece.
It didn't help that Empress Mother used him as an information network, but, perhaps, she was one of the few who knew this. Such a network would have to be dismantled for a proper transition of powers. And, unlike her sister, she was one of the few who planned on yanking his organization by the roots by using her own family's deep network. Oh, it would be so easy to twist her family's immoral, violent image into one of a hero warding off foreign invaders.
A smile drew across her lips like an arrow preparing to spring.
Lawali would regret leaving such a prize behind.