Vars
He walked his way through the gardens. The wet lush grass brushed against his toes with each of his steps. He was dressed in his usual attire for nights like this. Simple woolen garb, with a brown belt at his waist. A dark blue cloak over his shoulders to defend against the cold night air as well as to help hide him in the shadows. Not that he was worried about being caught. For years the guards followed the same path, the same schedule. All of them had grown lazy in the mundane, some of them not bothering to even circle the full garden at all. Instead, they cut halfway through and joined up together near their main station, laughing and playing dice.
Vars had long taken advantage of this, ever since he first came here as Prince Harvel's Omega bride. That's all he was to the kingdom and to the Prince. An Omega who was seen as an object to own and to breed heirs to. Not a person with feelings, thoughts, or skills. No, no they never considered an Omega to have skills. The Alpha's of the world assumed the Omega's too soft, too pliant, to dumb to learn. But Vars had learned. Ever since he could remember he has learned the ways of the cruel primitive world he and all other Omegas were stuck in.
He learned by listening, by pretending. By acting and batting his eyes. He watched the guards with equal scrutiny as the Nobles of the court. He learned which guards were lazy, which ones would sell secrets for a few favors, and which ones wanted to possess them in his bed. It should be Alpha's who were pitied for they were the ones too stupid to learn. Because they never did. The moment an Omega so much as glances at them they puff up, grow hard, and are so very easy to manipulate.
There had only been one guard in the palace that was not like the others. Was he easy to manipulate? Oh yes, but he wasn't like the other Alpha's. Gail actually cared about Omegas, not only did he see them but he treated them as people. He hailed from a continent across the sea, over there Omega's were seen and treated more favorably and equally. Was there work to be had yet? Oh yes, but it was a vast improvement to the limiting and narrowed place Vars was currently trapped in.
Vars glanced at the wedding ring on his finger, it bore Harvel's royal crest. He even had a matching collar, but he only wore that thing to official functions, and even then he's managed to get away with not wearing it by designing outfits with tall collars or scarves that wrapped around his neck. So instead of wearing a thick heavy golden--gold representing the royal house--metal collar with his husband's name on it. He wore delicate soft silks, in the blue colors of his original House before he came here.
He was sure some of the Court has caught on to his fashion statements. It was small enough that only those paying attention would see the 'treason' of the Royal Omega not wearing his collar. But he was not some beast to be collared, no, he was a beast that should never be messed with.
Harvel wasn't the worst Alpha, nor was he the worst husband. But Vars held no love or even respect to him. He was just a Prince waiting around for his father to die so that he could take the throne. His sisters married off and his Omega brother fled at the age of sixteen to the continent across the sea--Aria-- that's the name of the place. But to Omega's it was known as the place of freedom. Harvel had no competition to the throne, not that the throne would recognize an Omega as King...but perhaps that would one day change.
The good thing about his husband was that he was always so busy. Trying to prove his worth, out hunting and fighting, hardly ever visiting their chambers. It allowed Vars to have nights like this. Nights where he could briskly walk amongst the shadows of trees and stone walls until he found the west door. There he entered and weaved his way through the halls, selecting a familiar path to Gail's room.
Gail was particular, he was an oddity, a Knight gifted from Aria, and because of this, he didn't sleep with the other Alpha's and beta guards in the barracks. Instead, he had his own small room in a dimly lit hall in a quiet part of the palace. Truly it was like fate had decided they were meant to be together. Perhaps he should let the man bite him on his neck. Vars shuddered at the memory of his wedding night when Harvel had done just that.
It did nothing, of course, as always Alpha's were just misguided by old tales and misinformation. The 'mating' bite didn't bond you to an Alpha. You didn't feel each other's emotions or sense the other's thoughts. It was just a stupid awkward bruise that took far too much powder to cover up.
He knocked, the quick light rap followed by a heavier blow so that Gail knew it was him. Cautiously the Knight opened the door to him. Gail was always a sight to behold. Not because he was an Alpha but because he was just objectively good-looking. He was tall and broad, thick muscular neck and shoulders. His nightshirt gripped his frame tightly, allowing Vars to wander his eyes over every curve of muscle.
Gail had square, chiseled features, his nose was slightly crooked from a fight long ago but not enough for Vars to consider unattractive.
Easily he slipped into the man's chamber, shrugging off his cloak and sighing in contentment as he plopped himself on Gail's small cot in the corner.
"Make yourself at home your Highness" Gail huffed in a mocking tone as he bowed his head.
"Gail, stop being a shit" he clipped meeting the man's flinty gray-colored eyes. Gail smirked before stepping forward and dragging him up in a long kiss. The two of the sighed as the man leaned in and breathed against his neck.
"You smell good, as usual, such a lovely scent...flowery" Gail mumbled against his skin. Vars rolled his eyes.
"It's not a 'usual' scent. It's called having a bathing schedule. You'd be surprised how well you'd smell as well if you bathed more than once a week" he stated stepping away from the Alpha.
"Sorry, fell into the habit of the Alpha's over here. Back home I did bathe more. I understand though, perhaps that's why that belief is still held so strongly amongst your people. The whole Omega's smell sweet and fine and Alpha's smell musky..." Gail commented with a snort.
"Misconceptions of partial truths, most Omega's only job is to be a hole to fuck and breed. So we spend most of our days laying about and bathing. Making us soft, and smell quite good" Vars replied with a roll of his eyes. His mood was being spoiled by yet again more conversation on how being an Omega just made him oh so different.
"Okay, less talking and more what I came here for" he stated pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the side. Gail grinned and stepped up next to him immediately kissing him, arms wrapping around him before picking him up and plopping him on the bed.
"Hold on, a few more things," he said playfully pushing Gail away as he undid his trousers and belt, tugging them off his lanky frame to reveal the last layer of his 'formal' ensemble. A metal cock cage was elegantly wrapped over his cock. It even had a few gemstones on the main ring that held the device in place around his balls. He gave a disgusted look towards the ugly, useless cage. Taking a set of pins that he hid in the braid of his long raven-colored hair he made quick work of the small golden padlock on his cage.
The cage fell away from him and he tossed it and the ring off to the side. They clattered against the floor, and he was glad to be rid of them. Immediatly Gail was ducking down to take his cock into his mouth. Growing up he was told Omega's had small cocks--some people even making the gagging comment that they were 'cocklets'-- but that wasn't the case. On average were Omega's smaller compared to Alpha's? Yes, but only because Alpha's had an extra muscle in the base of their cocks, making them protrude out more and causing them to be wider.
But compared to Beta men, Omega's could sometimes have larger or longer cocks. If of course the Omega was allowed to have the freedom of their cock being free. But sadly too many Alpha's followed old traditions, forcing their mates into cages to keep them small and safe. Wanting to make sure Omega's learned their place in the bedroom, as holes to fuck. There was to be no pleasure for them, and definitely, no way was an Omega using their cock.
Someday in the afterlife, he would track down whatever drooling Alpha came up with the idea of cock cages. He was going to find that person and castrate them. He didn't know if the afterlife was even real or if castrating the spirit of someone could even happen. But Vars was going to fucking do it.
But until then, he'd enjoy the feeling of his cock--slightly longer than his hand and as thick as three fingers-- being engulfed by the Alpha's talented mouth.
His husband Harvel would never debase himself to see to his Omega's pleasure. Would never dare put an Omega's cock in his mouth. But Gail? Oh, Gail was an expert and his tongue laved his head and caressed his slit with such lovely attention he was practically whimpering for the man to fuck him in a matter of seconds.
He could feel his slit gather up wetness, similar to what women produce. He always found it fascinating that Omega, Beta, and Alpha women all grew wet and had the same anatomy. But it was only Omega men who stood out differently amongst the men of the world.
Gail's head moved downwards, he kissed both of Vars's balls before finding the coveted slit just below. Immediatly the Alpha's tongue was lapping up every last drop, the man's muscular fingers digging into his hips as he groaned loudly. Hot breath fell over Vars's flesh, making him shudder and groan, the room was already spinning as he clawed at the sheets beneath him. One of his hands fell down to stroke himself. Relieved he no longer had to wear the annoying cock cage for at least a few hours.
He took it off and kept it off for as long as he could. Making sure to keep it nearby in case his husband abruptly made an appearance. Harvel was usually announced so it gave Vars just the right amount of time to quickly jam himself into the cage and lock it back up before Harvel could see.