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Temptress RN
Alpha in Disguise
- Joined
- Oct 12, 2024
Hello all!
While I'm not one to share my name with the online community, you are more than welcome to call me Temptress or RN! Neither is my name although I am a registered nurse which makes the RN somewhat appropriate. Temptress is something new I'm toying with a little bit to see if I can make it fit. I'm also known as Athena RN in some circles, although if you do know me from another online circle, please know that I prefer to keep this little nook of my life separate from the others. Your respect towards that preference would be most appreciated. I am a woman, although I write for both sexes.
Now, onto writing! As a writer, I appreciate detail, description, elegance and storytelling. I like to build worlds with my partners although I am not big on planning too far ahead with world-building. I like finding partners who I can trust and who trust me so that we can each add little details to the world we are building together as we write the story that the narrative focuses on. I like small magics that aren't grandiose and world-changing, but that instead serve to add a little bit of beauty to the world we are creating. I like writing sex scenes that serve to reinforce a strong emotional connection between the characters and that develop dynamics between the two main characters.
On the dirty details in particular, I do get very explicit. And I like including the dirty details quite often as well. That's not to say that there isn't a story woven through it all; there is ALWAYS a story at the core of anything I am writing and I love gradually planning where that story will go with my partners. I have a very heavy breeding kink that shows in my writing. Risk of pregnancy and actual pregnancy are things I LOVE writing. I don't like writing slow-burn stories where it takes 10 pages to get to the good stuff. In fact, my stories tend to be very much the opposite. Usually, the characters meet and there's instant attraction that results in some… pleasantries. Then, after they've coupled, they need to figure out how they can make the rest of their lives work given the consequences of their coupling. They need to understand the balance between their extreme attraction with the fact that their lives may not necessarily be the most compatible as they are. Oftentimes, there are external forces as well that don't want them to be together. It's the story of a relationship blooming out of that instant lust, and of that relationship enduring the harshest of trials to come out that much more beautiful in the end of it all.
So… what don't I like? Slow-burn. Slice of life. Older women with younger men (although I imagine you could propose something to me that wouldn't repulse me too much if it was really really good otherwise). Disproportionate bodies on males or females (big boobs are fine as long as it's realistic). Male pregnancy. Anal sex (I'll write it, but it will definitely be less explicit and will come later in the story. It won't be in the immediate down and dirty scenes). I'm also not big into futuristic worlds although you can sell me on them with some effort.
While I don't like to admit it, writing with me can come with some downsides. I'm a jealous partner. If I see you replying very regularly to another partner while I am waiting on a reply from you for days, I am going to poke you about it and I'm going to be upset. One or two replies to one story before you get to me is ok, but when it becomes more regular that I am waiting while others very obviously are not being made to wait, I am not a pleasant person. I know it sucks, but I'm being honest and upfront about it. I am also not the fastest replier. I try to get posts out once per week when my depression is under control, but that doesn't always happen. If I get a reply that really excites me, sometimes I'll reply within a day. I'm not going to lie, though, when I say some of my partners wait up to a month for replies. I think most would agree that it's worth it, though.
I'll write both males and females. I create multiple characters in my stories although my stories always feature one main character pairing. I'm more than open to writing female x female pairings (although I tend to get very smutty with these very quickly for better or worse). I'm willing to try male x male pairings although I have minimal experience with them (and obviously in this type of pairing I'd be more open to anal sex).
Below I have some plot bites for potential partners to review. Currently, I'm very much craving more omegaverse in my life; I will write other things, though! I'm just not currently harboring any other ideas inside my own head.
An Omega Princess and Her Alpha in Armor
She is an omega princess. Raised in a loving family as its only heir, she's always known that she would one day be promised to an alpha who would come rule her kingdom by her side when her parents abdicated the throne to enjoy their lives together. It's part of being a princess. However, she cannot deny that she enjoys the company of her alpha knight and protector a bit more than she should. When he admits to her that he feels the same, everything changes. While neither wishes for her to lose her right to rule, they cannot be together unless her father accepts it. And how can he when a very powerful neighboring kingdom is demanding her hand?[/spoiler]
A Wild Alpha and His Precious Omega
She was raised in a prim and proper world where she didn't pay much attention to her inner animal. She isolated during her heats, determined to find a mate for love rather than out of need to sate her instincts. However, life didn't agree with her plans. She had to run. And in running, found herself face to face with HIM. He is an alpha who was raised almost entirely in isolation from civilized society. He relies on the instincts of his inner animal to survive and thrive. When she lands at his feet, he's quick to take… everything. And in the heat of the moment, she allows it because it's more satisfying than she could've ever imagined. In the aftermath, though, they find that they could not be more different. Yet they are mated. And her world greatly needs her to return to it to prevent an untimely disaster. Can she convince her new alpha to allow it, to help her, to save her world? Especially when it's so distinct from his own?
From a Slave to a Lover to a Savior
A small city of humanity discovered a tribe of shifters. Such a unique discovery, of course, couldn't be left alone. Humans had to meddle. They captured them, caged them like animals, experimented on them, and then turned them into entertainment for the masses. Now it's a spectacle that draws in audiences worldwide. Character A is a fighter. They grew up in a fighting pit of shifters, trained to battle much like gladiators. Character B owns some of the fighters, sees to their needs, but has never gotten too close out of fear of their "savagery." However, when Character A gets injured just after he acquires her in a trade deal, he finds himself tending to her injuries and the chemistry is undeniable. How much hope is there in a relationship akin to slavery, though? And running simply isn't an option. Character A won't leave without freeing the rest of their people as well
Taming the Lone Wolf
He's been a lone wolf for longer than he can recall. Quite honestly, it's driven him more than a little insane; wolves need packs, after all. The companionship is crucial for their social growth, they seek those to protect, leaders to follow, and a routine to make their own. At least, that's how his kind works. In search of what he's missing, he's a wanderer. She is the daughter of the pack's prime alpha, an omega destined to mate with the alpha her father has chosen to be his successor. However, when the lone wolf stumbles upon her pack and goes on a rampage induced by a strong urge to rut when he encounters a pack after so long alone, it's her who is able to calm him down. Her omega instincts guide her to soothe his inner beast. Now the pack has much bigger problems on its hands because the heir seeks vengeance for the mate he was supposed to have as his own. Will the pack survive? Will their new and fragile bond?
Hormones, Pregnancy and Major Mistakes
She wasn't supposed to be taken during her heat. She'd just meant to hide out like she always did, not having found an alpha she wanted to ask to see her through it. However, an unintended encounter made that impossible. After all, the future pack alpha is not known for his restraint and when he scented her impending estrus, he made it his mission to take it by force. Some would say it wasn't his fault. She shouldn't have been out and about so close to her heat. Others would say she should be honored to be claimed by such a virile alpha. However, that honor is sorely diminished when her heat concludes without a claim and he senses her pregnancy. She is thrown out of the pack to fend for herself because he knows without a mate bond and without the closeness of an alpha, the pregnancy will likely be lost. After all, his heir is meant to be born to a more meaningful omega, one with standing. Another alpha finds her, and his own instincts will not allow him to leave her alone. She's driven to seek comfort, but is it a match made to be, or is it her pregnancy seeking to survive? What will happen when the alpha who stole her heat learns her pregnancy may yet thrive?
Omega Made:
Character A is an alpha brute with little to his name beyond his reputation as one of the wildest and most expendable resources the government has at their disposal. Anything remotely questionable gets sent his way and he handles it how he pleases. Sometimes there are results, and when there aren't any results, the government never felt like it was losing much in the first place. After all, alphas are becoming less common now that omegas are basically extinct. Only one or two have come into the designation in the past ten years that anyone is aware of, and any who are hiding are doing very well at the task. Alphas have more or less suppressed their true nature in order to continue functioning in society without their better halves. However, Character A is sent to investigate a strange lab where suppressants have been disappearing; though they aren't hard to make, it's an important drug to controlling the alphas who have lost their drives in life. When he breaks in, no one is more shocked than he is at what he finds. Seven young omegas - the eldest maybe 20, and the youngest too young. No one knows where they came from, and the one researcher they capture is tighter lipped than most. The truth, though, is that someone found a way to create omegas by altering beta DNA. What will the world come to with this revelation? That's aside from the point, though. Character B is the eldest of the omegas who were created by the lab. She's spent her whole life mothering the younger ones as it has been in her nature even before she was truly omega. When she enters her first true heat, set off by the presence of Character A, and he refuses to let anyone else have her, their lives intertwine at the heart of a battle of dynamics. Can an omega truly be made? And is it right? What happens when that choice is never really a choice?
Deliverer:
Character A is an omega. Her family is well-off and she grew up understanding her value as an omega. When both her parents died, and she found herself in the sole care of her elder brother, she had no reason to fear, because he knew well how to finalize the arrangements. An alpha across the desert sought an omega mate. He’d even come to visit once. Apparently, taking a mate would grant him more power than his brothers, resulting in him being named the sole heir to the land. Because that’s what omegas are - tools for power. Their fertility strengthens lines, and they’re trophies in and of themselves at times. It’s something character A has grown up understanding and preparing for. However, her brother cannot be her escort, so he has his best friend assigned to the task. His brooding, not quite as clean, alpha best friend… who’s always secretly had eyes for Character A. That best friend is Character B. He is her deliverer. However, when their journey is halted by a desert storm the likes of which no one could’ve expected, and they're trapped on their own, will he need to become more? And what will the world make of a man who steals a mate meant for another, even when it was in her best interests? For sand isn’t the only thing in the deserts. The most feral alphas are sent there to die… only they haven’t died. They’ve thrived. (A best friend's little sister with some twists... xD)
To Be With a Gladiator
Character A's whole family has been stolen from her. Her family used to do well, but when a new duke assumed control of her province, he sent nearly all the men off to fight - either on a field of battle, or more terrifyingly, in the gladiator pits. That's where her brother was sent. Her mother became a shell of her former self without her father and brother, and so character A is determined to bring them back… She didn't realize that the easiest way to do that would be to free the beast of a man who is character B. Character B has been fighting in the gladiator pits for longer than he can remember. His mind's very nearly been stolen from him with all the chemicals that they've pumped into him to drive the thrill of the show, and though he'll help her, he's a beast of a man with instincts he hasn't satisfied in… well, he doesn't remember how long. Is that an acceptable price to pay to get her family back - or even just a piece of it? And what will they uncover along the way?
Boredom and Blood
Character A is an offering - a human being bred to be a food source for vampire overlords. Submission has been trained into them since birth, their role as a human blood-bag chosen specifically by a vampire magistrate who carefully sorts through each human they process. Those with good genetics go to breeding, those with quality submissive traits go to vampires as cattle and slaves, and those who serve no better purpose go to the blood farms where they are systematically drained for as much blood as can be obtained before they are slaughtered like sheep. Character A is among those being offered to The Nobles - the eldest vampires alive, their bloodlines absolute. It should be an honor, but its terrifying. Character B is one of The Nobles, and they've grown bored of the ease vampire rule offers their kind, so they're seeking to shake up the field a bit by claiming a human meant for another. Unbeknownst to the humans, the vampires often specifically select humans through the magistrate who they would like to claim for themselves - and Character A was selected for another - not for Character B who pulls them into their arms and drinks deep from their throat. Now, Character A is in the middle of a brewing war. Will they only be a pawn for starting such a thing, or can they perhaps realize that there's power in their position. There's strength in intimate influence. (This plot is suitable for MxM or FxF if anyone is interested. Also works for MxF, although I will not play with a male character A opposite a female character B.)
A Purchase, A Betrayal and a Claiming in Blood
Character A is an alpha who’s infiltrated an omega slave trade that’s been ongoing for centuries. He’s been undercover for more time than he can count; time doesn’t pass the same for his kind as it does for others because while he is an alpha, he’s also so much more. Character A is also a vampire. There are few among their kind, and they don’t tend to mingle among the humans much. Character A was only turned after begging for it, pleading for all the time they would need to make their brother whole. His brother’s omega mate was stolen, sold into the trade. He’s trying to find her so his brother can be whole again. It’s been ten years, though. Character A’s been getting closer to the center, he’s able to ask more questions, but others are noticing and wondering about him, too. Why hasn’t he purchased one for himself yet? It gets to a point where the only way he can keep searching is to take one from the auction for himself. Character B is the omega who falls right into his hands. She’s in rough shape. They always drug them before the auction, induce estrus so that they’re ready for breeding right away. He’ll help her through it, but then, when her cycle is through and he tries to get rid of her…? Where will that story go?
Blood that Calls
Character A is a changeling. They have been raised in a village of humans, and they absolutely believe in their humanity. They have always walked with slightly more grace, been a bit more charming and learned a little bit faster. It’s nothing that’s caught attention, though. At least, it hasn’t in town. However, outside of town, the very scent and sound of her blood has drawn them. Character B is an ancient vampire who’s been looking for anything remotely interesting to pass time given they’ve seen so much in their centuries long lifetime. Character A’s blood might just be the spark they need. It sounds musical, smells like chocolate and wine, and sings to their senses more than any human they’ve ever tasted. Of course, having a vampire move in frightens the townsfolk to no end, and they come to a quick arrangement that allows Character B to have their pick of the townsfolk to sate their tastes, to save the rest. Character B makes a show of it, but knows all along who they will pick. Character A doesn’t react to their bite like a human would, though. For a human, the bite numbs and dulls. For Character A, the bite is an aphrodisiac beyond wonders. And Character A quickly becomes addicted to vampire blood. It’s quite an intoxicating combination. What happens, though, when the fae come in to reclaim their own? When they’re highly displeased to find a vampire reducing one of their kind to nothing more than an amusement, albeit one where pleasure is shared?
Additionally, if you have plots you'd like to share, I am open to hearing them. Please note that I am very particular about being able to squeeze some smut scenes in very close to the beginning of the story and will likely be averse to plots that make that too difficult to do. Please also note that I'm likely to be averse to any messages where you say you would like to write one of my stories, but remove the omegaverse element. If I have an idea here that is omegaverse, then there's something about it that I particularly want to be omegaverse!
Thanks for reading and I hope to hear from some of you soon!
While I'm not one to share my name with the online community, you are more than welcome to call me Temptress or RN! Neither is my name although I am a registered nurse which makes the RN somewhat appropriate. Temptress is something new I'm toying with a little bit to see if I can make it fit. I'm also known as Athena RN in some circles, although if you do know me from another online circle, please know that I prefer to keep this little nook of my life separate from the others. Your respect towards that preference would be most appreciated. I am a woman, although I write for both sexes.
Now, onto writing! As a writer, I appreciate detail, description, elegance and storytelling. I like to build worlds with my partners although I am not big on planning too far ahead with world-building. I like finding partners who I can trust and who trust me so that we can each add little details to the world we are building together as we write the story that the narrative focuses on. I like small magics that aren't grandiose and world-changing, but that instead serve to add a little bit of beauty to the world we are creating. I like writing sex scenes that serve to reinforce a strong emotional connection between the characters and that develop dynamics between the two main characters.
On the dirty details in particular, I do get very explicit. And I like including the dirty details quite often as well. That's not to say that there isn't a story woven through it all; there is ALWAYS a story at the core of anything I am writing and I love gradually planning where that story will go with my partners. I have a very heavy breeding kink that shows in my writing. Risk of pregnancy and actual pregnancy are things I LOVE writing. I don't like writing slow-burn stories where it takes 10 pages to get to the good stuff. In fact, my stories tend to be very much the opposite. Usually, the characters meet and there's instant attraction that results in some… pleasantries. Then, after they've coupled, they need to figure out how they can make the rest of their lives work given the consequences of their coupling. They need to understand the balance between their extreme attraction with the fact that their lives may not necessarily be the most compatible as they are. Oftentimes, there are external forces as well that don't want them to be together. It's the story of a relationship blooming out of that instant lust, and of that relationship enduring the harshest of trials to come out that much more beautiful in the end of it all.
So… what don't I like? Slow-burn. Slice of life. Older women with younger men (although I imagine you could propose something to me that wouldn't repulse me too much if it was really really good otherwise). Disproportionate bodies on males or females (big boobs are fine as long as it's realistic). Male pregnancy. Anal sex (I'll write it, but it will definitely be less explicit and will come later in the story. It won't be in the immediate down and dirty scenes). I'm also not big into futuristic worlds although you can sell me on them with some effort.
While I don't like to admit it, writing with me can come with some downsides. I'm a jealous partner. If I see you replying very regularly to another partner while I am waiting on a reply from you for days, I am going to poke you about it and I'm going to be upset. One or two replies to one story before you get to me is ok, but when it becomes more regular that I am waiting while others very obviously are not being made to wait, I am not a pleasant person. I know it sucks, but I'm being honest and upfront about it. I am also not the fastest replier. I try to get posts out once per week when my depression is under control, but that doesn't always happen. If I get a reply that really excites me, sometimes I'll reply within a day. I'm not going to lie, though, when I say some of my partners wait up to a month for replies. I think most would agree that it's worth it, though.
I'll write both males and females. I create multiple characters in my stories although my stories always feature one main character pairing. I'm more than open to writing female x female pairings (although I tend to get very smutty with these very quickly for better or worse). I'm willing to try male x male pairings although I have minimal experience with them (and obviously in this type of pairing I'd be more open to anal sex).
Below I have some plot bites for potential partners to review. Currently, I'm very much craving more omegaverse in my life; I will write other things, though! I'm just not currently harboring any other ideas inside my own head.
An Omega Princess and Her Alpha in Armor
She is an omega princess. Raised in a loving family as its only heir, she's always known that she would one day be promised to an alpha who would come rule her kingdom by her side when her parents abdicated the throne to enjoy their lives together. It's part of being a princess. However, she cannot deny that she enjoys the company of her alpha knight and protector a bit more than she should. When he admits to her that he feels the same, everything changes. While neither wishes for her to lose her right to rule, they cannot be together unless her father accepts it. And how can he when a very powerful neighboring kingdom is demanding her hand?[/spoiler]
A Wild Alpha and His Precious Omega
She was raised in a prim and proper world where she didn't pay much attention to her inner animal. She isolated during her heats, determined to find a mate for love rather than out of need to sate her instincts. However, life didn't agree with her plans. She had to run. And in running, found herself face to face with HIM. He is an alpha who was raised almost entirely in isolation from civilized society. He relies on the instincts of his inner animal to survive and thrive. When she lands at his feet, he's quick to take… everything. And in the heat of the moment, she allows it because it's more satisfying than she could've ever imagined. In the aftermath, though, they find that they could not be more different. Yet they are mated. And her world greatly needs her to return to it to prevent an untimely disaster. Can she convince her new alpha to allow it, to help her, to save her world? Especially when it's so distinct from his own?
For the second morning in a row, Harlow Evansten awoke with worse cramps that she could ever recall experiencing. The muscles in her lower abdomen seemed to be beyond her control as they clenched around… well, around absolutely nothing at all. And it was the fact that there was nothing at all that caused her pain. Sitting up, her hand moved to guard her lower stomach only for her head to start spinning at the suddenness of the movements and she groaned as a result of it all. Yesterday, the symptoms passed fairly quickly once she actually got out of bed. However, something told her that today would be very different. Her skin glistened, and as she shifted herself more slowly to look at her bed, Harlow could see that there was a subtle overlay of sweat where she'd slept. That shine still remained upon her flesh.
"Calm down, Harlow," she muttered to herself as she took a deep breath, only for a wave of nausea to roll through her that nearly had her keeling over. Her expression tightened as she cringed.
There was no denying what was happening to her. These were all symptoms she'd read about in her mother's journals and letters. Her mother must have been one of the sweetest omegas to ever walk their family home because Harlow could not imagine living her own life as an omega without the woman's guidance. Even though her mother had passed five years ago, she was still advising her daughter. She'd left journals behind, and letters, about what it meant to be a woman, and about what to expect from life as an omega of high society. There was no one else who would have taught her those kinds of things and neither her father nor her brother would've been reliable sources of information for any of it; although, Harlow had to credit her father for knowing her mother had created these things and ensuring they made it to his daughter little by little. It was probably the only reason why the young woman hadn't been terrified when her father had started withholding her suppressants a little less than two weeks ago.
Surely, it meant he had found a match for her.
Never in her life had Harlow imagined having any choice over the alpha she was mated to. It simply wasn't the way their society worked. Instead, it was the responsibility of the omega's family to ensure a good match for them, and Harlow had intrinsically trusted both of her parents. In the absence of her mother, that left just her father. He wouldn't have withheld the suppressants that allowed her to live a normal life without good reason. She had faith in that, beyond shadow of a doubt.
Now she needed to know, though.
Pushing herself up out of her bed was nearly agony. Her legs felt like noodles that didn't want to move and Harlow really couldn't blame them. Her bed was soft, the blankets were warm and pleasant, and they weren't too heavy. They also weren't right, though. Before she could even consider what she was doing, Harlow was tugging, pulling, twisting and repositioning all the blankets on her bed, over and over again, because none of the positions she left them in felt right. Instinctively, she knew what was missing. The scent of an alpha was lacking, but she couldn't fix that. It meant all she could try was everything else, and that wasn't enough. A long and furious sigh escaped her as she curled her fingers into the palms of her hands, nails digging into her skin as she tried to snap herself out of the silly cycle. She had to find her father and demand to know what his plan was because she definitely couldn't continue like this for much longer.
Her efforts, for the moment, snapped her out of it and Harlow made her way through the halls of the family estate. Even she was aware of how thickly her own scent saturated the air around her; it was like a summons, drawing any available alpha into her space. Fortunately, any alphas in her family home knew better than to be overwhelmed by such a thing. However, they would likely be surprised by it. An omega in heat was not a common occurrence. Omegas themselves were rare nowadays, and most of them were suppressed for their own safety. Those that went into heat without protectors to keep them safe quickly found themselves up for sale or auction on the black market, where feral alphas paid their lives away for a chance to rut an omega through her most sensitive time. Then the sellers would keep the omega until they had their child, selling it as well onto the black market in case they too should be an omega worth even more money. The cycle was cruel, and Harlow wanted nothing to do with it. There was little she could do, though, when the people who supplied her simply stopped without warning or words.
The bedroom door that should've led to her father was wide open. Something in Harlow's mind knew that that was odd, but in her state of subtly growing arousal, she couldn't pinpoint why. Her footsteps were nearly stumbling as she crossed the threshold only to hear something that she never should've encountered.
Ever.
"Thank you, Father, for everything. Rest well." It was her brother's voice. Harlow's eyes couldn't process his face before her attention was completely stolen away by the knife her brother drove into her father's throat.
The sound that followed was her father choking on his own inability to find air. It was a disgusting sound, one that Harlow hoped she would never have to endure again even though she knew it would forevermore live in her own nightmares. Gloriously - or, ingloriously, truthfully - it was timed with another wave of nausea shooting through the omega's body and she heaved. There was nothing in her stomach so nothing came up, but it was a sound that turned her murderous alpha brother's gaze straight to her. Somehow, her scent hadn't been enough to garner his attention, but as his eyes narrowed upon her petite innocent form, Harlow was afraid because he suddenly inhaled sharply, knowing just how close to tumbling into the waves of a full blown heat cycle his little sister was.
In that moment, she knew she couldn't trust him with her own form in that state.
"Sister, you're smelling delightful. Perfect timing," his voice was a sneer, one she swore she'd never heard before. How had her brother descended into this cruel and evil person all under their families' noses? There wasn't time to figure it out as Harlow turned on her heels and ran.
She heard footsteps behind her, knew that either her brother gave chase or that he had sent someone after her, but she couldn't stop and she couldn't turn around to see who it was that pursued her as she darted out of their home wearing naught but her nightgown and the slowly slickening panties underneath. Of course, and luckily for her, the adrenaline of running seemed to put everything else on hold. Her brain raced as she stepped out into the chilliness of the outside world. It wasn't a kind morning to be running without proper gear, but Harlow couldn't stop no matter what. Getting caught would not be good. She couldn't trust the townsfolk - they would be loyal to whichever alpha was technically responsible for her and right now, that alpha was her brother. On the edge of a heat cycle, none of them would believe anything she had to say about what she saw and she intrinsically knew that her brother would twist her words into nonsense. That was the type of behavior that always followed a sneer like the one she'd heard.
It left the woods as her only other option.
Harlow ran for them. She ran faster than her legs had ever carried her before, needing to get away more than she needed air to breathe although air was important as well. Time passed unnoticed. Trees surrounded her in every direction and while her legs carried her forward, the omega's ears tried to find the sound of pursuers. She sought out more footsteps, and there were none. The realization nearly had her collapsing, her arms wrapping around a tree stump to hold herself upright as her forehead pressed against it. Her head was throbbing, either from adrenaline or heat was unclear, and as her pounding heart sounded through every corner of the forest, her perfume returned.
There would be no escaping it anymore. Her heat cycle was upon her and her knees fell to the ground as she whimpered in agony.
"Calm down, Harlow," she muttered to herself as she took a deep breath, only for a wave of nausea to roll through her that nearly had her keeling over. Her expression tightened as she cringed.
There was no denying what was happening to her. These were all symptoms she'd read about in her mother's journals and letters. Her mother must have been one of the sweetest omegas to ever walk their family home because Harlow could not imagine living her own life as an omega without the woman's guidance. Even though her mother had passed five years ago, she was still advising her daughter. She'd left journals behind, and letters, about what it meant to be a woman, and about what to expect from life as an omega of high society. There was no one else who would have taught her those kinds of things and neither her father nor her brother would've been reliable sources of information for any of it; although, Harlow had to credit her father for knowing her mother had created these things and ensuring they made it to his daughter little by little. It was probably the only reason why the young woman hadn't been terrified when her father had started withholding her suppressants a little less than two weeks ago.
Surely, it meant he had found a match for her.
Never in her life had Harlow imagined having any choice over the alpha she was mated to. It simply wasn't the way their society worked. Instead, it was the responsibility of the omega's family to ensure a good match for them, and Harlow had intrinsically trusted both of her parents. In the absence of her mother, that left just her father. He wouldn't have withheld the suppressants that allowed her to live a normal life without good reason. She had faith in that, beyond shadow of a doubt.
Now she needed to know, though.
Pushing herself up out of her bed was nearly agony. Her legs felt like noodles that didn't want to move and Harlow really couldn't blame them. Her bed was soft, the blankets were warm and pleasant, and they weren't too heavy. They also weren't right, though. Before she could even consider what she was doing, Harlow was tugging, pulling, twisting and repositioning all the blankets on her bed, over and over again, because none of the positions she left them in felt right. Instinctively, she knew what was missing. The scent of an alpha was lacking, but she couldn't fix that. It meant all she could try was everything else, and that wasn't enough. A long and furious sigh escaped her as she curled her fingers into the palms of her hands, nails digging into her skin as she tried to snap herself out of the silly cycle. She had to find her father and demand to know what his plan was because she definitely couldn't continue like this for much longer.
Her efforts, for the moment, snapped her out of it and Harlow made her way through the halls of the family estate. Even she was aware of how thickly her own scent saturated the air around her; it was like a summons, drawing any available alpha into her space. Fortunately, any alphas in her family home knew better than to be overwhelmed by such a thing. However, they would likely be surprised by it. An omega in heat was not a common occurrence. Omegas themselves were rare nowadays, and most of them were suppressed for their own safety. Those that went into heat without protectors to keep them safe quickly found themselves up for sale or auction on the black market, where feral alphas paid their lives away for a chance to rut an omega through her most sensitive time. Then the sellers would keep the omega until they had their child, selling it as well onto the black market in case they too should be an omega worth even more money. The cycle was cruel, and Harlow wanted nothing to do with it. There was little she could do, though, when the people who supplied her simply stopped without warning or words.
The bedroom door that should've led to her father was wide open. Something in Harlow's mind knew that that was odd, but in her state of subtly growing arousal, she couldn't pinpoint why. Her footsteps were nearly stumbling as she crossed the threshold only to hear something that she never should've encountered.
Ever.
"Thank you, Father, for everything. Rest well." It was her brother's voice. Harlow's eyes couldn't process his face before her attention was completely stolen away by the knife her brother drove into her father's throat.
The sound that followed was her father choking on his own inability to find air. It was a disgusting sound, one that Harlow hoped she would never have to endure again even though she knew it would forevermore live in her own nightmares. Gloriously - or, ingloriously, truthfully - it was timed with another wave of nausea shooting through the omega's body and she heaved. There was nothing in her stomach so nothing came up, but it was a sound that turned her murderous alpha brother's gaze straight to her. Somehow, her scent hadn't been enough to garner his attention, but as his eyes narrowed upon her petite innocent form, Harlow was afraid because he suddenly inhaled sharply, knowing just how close to tumbling into the waves of a full blown heat cycle his little sister was.
In that moment, she knew she couldn't trust him with her own form in that state.
"Sister, you're smelling delightful. Perfect timing," his voice was a sneer, one she swore she'd never heard before. How had her brother descended into this cruel and evil person all under their families' noses? There wasn't time to figure it out as Harlow turned on her heels and ran.
She heard footsteps behind her, knew that either her brother gave chase or that he had sent someone after her, but she couldn't stop and she couldn't turn around to see who it was that pursued her as she darted out of their home wearing naught but her nightgown and the slowly slickening panties underneath. Of course, and luckily for her, the adrenaline of running seemed to put everything else on hold. Her brain raced as she stepped out into the chilliness of the outside world. It wasn't a kind morning to be running without proper gear, but Harlow couldn't stop no matter what. Getting caught would not be good. She couldn't trust the townsfolk - they would be loyal to whichever alpha was technically responsible for her and right now, that alpha was her brother. On the edge of a heat cycle, none of them would believe anything she had to say about what she saw and she intrinsically knew that her brother would twist her words into nonsense. That was the type of behavior that always followed a sneer like the one she'd heard.
It left the woods as her only other option.
Harlow ran for them. She ran faster than her legs had ever carried her before, needing to get away more than she needed air to breathe although air was important as well. Time passed unnoticed. Trees surrounded her in every direction and while her legs carried her forward, the omega's ears tried to find the sound of pursuers. She sought out more footsteps, and there were none. The realization nearly had her collapsing, her arms wrapping around a tree stump to hold herself upright as her forehead pressed against it. Her head was throbbing, either from adrenaline or heat was unclear, and as her pounding heart sounded through every corner of the forest, her perfume returned.
There would be no escaping it anymore. Her heat cycle was upon her and her knees fell to the ground as she whimpered in agony.
From a Slave to a Lover to a Savior
A small city of humanity discovered a tribe of shifters. Such a unique discovery, of course, couldn't be left alone. Humans had to meddle. They captured them, caged them like animals, experimented on them, and then turned them into entertainment for the masses. Now it's a spectacle that draws in audiences worldwide. Character A is a fighter. They grew up in a fighting pit of shifters, trained to battle much like gladiators. Character B owns some of the fighters, sees to their needs, but has never gotten too close out of fear of their "savagery." However, when Character A gets injured just after he acquires her in a trade deal, he finds himself tending to her injuries and the chemistry is undeniable. How much hope is there in a relationship akin to slavery, though? And running simply isn't an option. Character A won't leave without freeing the rest of their people as well
Taming the Lone Wolf
He's been a lone wolf for longer than he can recall. Quite honestly, it's driven him more than a little insane; wolves need packs, after all. The companionship is crucial for their social growth, they seek those to protect, leaders to follow, and a routine to make their own. At least, that's how his kind works. In search of what he's missing, he's a wanderer. She is the daughter of the pack's prime alpha, an omega destined to mate with the alpha her father has chosen to be his successor. However, when the lone wolf stumbles upon her pack and goes on a rampage induced by a strong urge to rut when he encounters a pack after so long alone, it's her who is able to calm him down. Her omega instincts guide her to soothe his inner beast. Now the pack has much bigger problems on its hands because the heir seeks vengeance for the mate he was supposed to have as his own. Will the pack survive? Will their new and fragile bond?
She wasn't supposed to be taken during her heat. She'd just meant to hide out like she always did, not having found an alpha she wanted to ask to see her through it. However, an unintended encounter made that impossible. After all, the future pack alpha is not known for his restraint and when he scented her impending estrus, he made it his mission to take it by force. Some would say it wasn't his fault. She shouldn't have been out and about so close to her heat. Others would say she should be honored to be claimed by such a virile alpha. However, that honor is sorely diminished when her heat concludes without a claim and he senses her pregnancy. She is thrown out of the pack to fend for herself because he knows without a mate bond and without the closeness of an alpha, the pregnancy will likely be lost. After all, his heir is meant to be born to a more meaningful omega, one with standing. Another alpha finds her, and his own instincts will not allow him to leave her alone. She's driven to seek comfort, but is it a match made to be, or is it her pregnancy seeking to survive? What will happen when the alpha who stole her heat learns her pregnancy may yet thrive?
Omega Made:
Character A is an alpha brute with little to his name beyond his reputation as one of the wildest and most expendable resources the government has at their disposal. Anything remotely questionable gets sent his way and he handles it how he pleases. Sometimes there are results, and when there aren't any results, the government never felt like it was losing much in the first place. After all, alphas are becoming less common now that omegas are basically extinct. Only one or two have come into the designation in the past ten years that anyone is aware of, and any who are hiding are doing very well at the task. Alphas have more or less suppressed their true nature in order to continue functioning in society without their better halves. However, Character A is sent to investigate a strange lab where suppressants have been disappearing; though they aren't hard to make, it's an important drug to controlling the alphas who have lost their drives in life. When he breaks in, no one is more shocked than he is at what he finds. Seven young omegas - the eldest maybe 20, and the youngest too young. No one knows where they came from, and the one researcher they capture is tighter lipped than most. The truth, though, is that someone found a way to create omegas by altering beta DNA. What will the world come to with this revelation? That's aside from the point, though. Character B is the eldest of the omegas who were created by the lab. She's spent her whole life mothering the younger ones as it has been in her nature even before she was truly omega. When she enters her first true heat, set off by the presence of Character A, and he refuses to let anyone else have her, their lives intertwine at the heart of a battle of dynamics. Can an omega truly be made? And is it right? What happens when that choice is never really a choice?
Character A is an omega. Her family is well-off and she grew up understanding her value as an omega. When both her parents died, and she found herself in the sole care of her elder brother, she had no reason to fear, because he knew well how to finalize the arrangements. An alpha across the desert sought an omega mate. He’d even come to visit once. Apparently, taking a mate would grant him more power than his brothers, resulting in him being named the sole heir to the land. Because that’s what omegas are - tools for power. Their fertility strengthens lines, and they’re trophies in and of themselves at times. It’s something character A has grown up understanding and preparing for. However, her brother cannot be her escort, so he has his best friend assigned to the task. His brooding, not quite as clean, alpha best friend… who’s always secretly had eyes for Character A. That best friend is Character B. He is her deliverer. However, when their journey is halted by a desert storm the likes of which no one could’ve expected, and they're trapped on their own, will he need to become more? And what will the world make of a man who steals a mate meant for another, even when it was in her best interests? For sand isn’t the only thing in the deserts. The most feral alphas are sent there to die… only they haven’t died. They’ve thrived. (A best friend's little sister with some twists... xD)
To Be With a Gladiator
Character A's whole family has been stolen from her. Her family used to do well, but when a new duke assumed control of her province, he sent nearly all the men off to fight - either on a field of battle, or more terrifyingly, in the gladiator pits. That's where her brother was sent. Her mother became a shell of her former self without her father and brother, and so character A is determined to bring them back… She didn't realize that the easiest way to do that would be to free the beast of a man who is character B. Character B has been fighting in the gladiator pits for longer than he can remember. His mind's very nearly been stolen from him with all the chemicals that they've pumped into him to drive the thrill of the show, and though he'll help her, he's a beast of a man with instincts he hasn't satisfied in… well, he doesn't remember how long. Is that an acceptable price to pay to get her family back - or even just a piece of it? And what will they uncover along the way?
Boredom and Blood
Character A is an offering - a human being bred to be a food source for vampire overlords. Submission has been trained into them since birth, their role as a human blood-bag chosen specifically by a vampire magistrate who carefully sorts through each human they process. Those with good genetics go to breeding, those with quality submissive traits go to vampires as cattle and slaves, and those who serve no better purpose go to the blood farms where they are systematically drained for as much blood as can be obtained before they are slaughtered like sheep. Character A is among those being offered to The Nobles - the eldest vampires alive, their bloodlines absolute. It should be an honor, but its terrifying. Character B is one of The Nobles, and they've grown bored of the ease vampire rule offers their kind, so they're seeking to shake up the field a bit by claiming a human meant for another. Unbeknownst to the humans, the vampires often specifically select humans through the magistrate who they would like to claim for themselves - and Character A was selected for another - not for Character B who pulls them into their arms and drinks deep from their throat. Now, Character A is in the middle of a brewing war. Will they only be a pawn for starting such a thing, or can they perhaps realize that there's power in their position. There's strength in intimate influence. (This plot is suitable for MxM or FxF if anyone is interested. Also works for MxF, although I will not play with a male character A opposite a female character B.)
An elegant ballroom awaited. Their kind certainly had a taste for flare and pizazz, although they also knew how to limit it adequately. A vampire's life was too long, after all, to throw this little soiree more than once per decade; if they hosted too often, it would become far more boring than they could tolerate and then there would be no more joy left in the ceremonies they'd created to celebrate their human stock. The practice for over three hundred years had been written into tradition. Once per decade, on a night with no moonlight, all of the eldest among vampire kind were invited to a ball. They all dressed the part, ballgowns, suits and ties, and some even went so far as to wear a masquerade mask. They danced. They rejoiced over their absent reflections in the mirrors that decorated the halls. They all pretended to be friends for at least a brief moment in time.
The event wasn't foreign for the red haired woman who made her way out of the carriage she'd hired specifically to feel important. Really, she should've been considered important by many of their society's rules. Calliope Fairway was one of the eldest vampires on this side of the world, having participated in at least twenty of these ballroom extravaganzas in the past. She acted as queen over one of the continent's largest territories where she controlled her stock of humans and the vampires beneath her with ease and a diplomatic touch that bordered on mercurial. Blood was well regulated and she served as a resource for many of her neighbors when they faced shortages as a result of the gluttony of their kind; Calliope always made sure she got her fair share in return, too, when she saved someone from the consequences that a blood shortage would have. Her neighbors knew exactly how powerful she was, and neither of them would dare question her superiority.
The rest of the world was a different matter, though. They regarded her well. She was invited to all the formal events, present in all the roundtable discussion about the future of the world as they ruled it, and referenced in their histories and art as one of the most refined among their kind. That did not mean she had the same amount of respect and honor that the men of their kind did. Even as a vampire, Calliope faced the disregard that came with being a woman. After over a hundred years of letting it happen, of trying not to care, Calliope had a plan to replace herself at the front and center of it all.
She doubted she would win at the end of the game, but it would certainly be one of the best shows of not just the decade, but the entire century. Calliope intended to be known as its director, producer and screenwriter.
Waltzing into the ballroom, her heels clicked with every step. They were deadly, just as was the rest of her. Calliope's dress was black with a train of fabric following behind her. Red accents were inlaid into every seam, and the high-low pattern of the gown showed off the smooth lethality and opulence of her legs, the muscles only put more on display by the heels she had chosen. Yet tonight wasn't about showing off her physical strength. All vampires had that, after all, on supernatural levels that far exceeded anything humans could replicate. That strength radiated in her open shoulders and in the toxic combination of jewelry that she wore. It was evident in her fangs which were not receded on a night such as tonight when her very prowess was being put to the test. No, tonight was a night to show the power in her mind, to display for all just what a true threat she could be to the very foundations of their society when she wished to play dangerously. She could only hope it would attract some attention.
Before all that, though, she was expected to dance. Valeron was the first to take her hand - mostly because she had told him to. He was one of her neighbors as far as territory was concerned, and it was a show of dominance for her to test his ability to lead her. Their waltz was smooth, but plain. It was far too simple. Apparently, though, it was enough to start drawing the swarm. Nickolai was next in requesting her company. The man had a few decades over Calliope and he never let her forget it, but he tripped in his steps with their foxtrot, something Calliope vowed to never let him forget. That man snuck away before Calliope could ask if he wanted to try again. Pity. Dance after dance she flirted playfully and needlessly. That didn't stop her eyes from swarming the room, though, to seek out the man who owned the show.
Vampire King was his title. No one had given it to him, though. It was a title he had claimed for himself. Calliope saw him here and there, flitting among the crowd as he escorted other - much fresher - vampiresses to the dance floor. There was a smirk about every move he made, and Calliope could tell by the way he danced that even though he may have fancied some of his partners, he did not respect them in the slightest. Uriah never did. However, even he wasn't the most powerful man in the room, though. That honor rested with Ezrah Lias - Calliope's sire - and he was the next one she sought out with her gaze.
Ezrah was old, powerful, but his age was starting to betray him. It was apparently something that happened, even among immortals. His hair was silvering, his skin no longer suited him quite as well as it once did, and he slowed with his steps. However, that hadn't changed Calliope's respect for the man even if it had lowered him a few rungs on the totem pole among their kind. She approached him with grace that he had taught her and curtsied low. He was the only one who'd earned that gesture. "Sire," she greeted, the term swimming off her tongue with much more looseness than it had any right to. "What a wonder to see you tonight."
The elder vampire chuckled. "You knew you'd find me here, Callie. It's one of the few things I've not yet decided to miss."
"As is your right to decide," Calliope majestically replied. "Would you care to present me before His Highness? Perhaps request the honor of a dance?"
Although his eyebrows shot up, his expression betrayed nothing about his surprise at the request. Calliope had every right to wish to dance with the "Vampire King" and there was no one better suited to assert her right to such a request than the one man in the room who could claim nearly a century over Uriah. "I don't know what you're playing at, Cal, but come on. Let's get this over with." He knew a game was coming, and it wasn't one he looked forward to. However, it also wasn't his place to stop it.
As a dance came to an end, the two approached His Royal Highness and they each bowed in turn. "As wonderful a celebration as ever," Ezrah began, "and I'm sure we've your efforts to thank, Uriah. Might I reintroduce my progeny, Calliope Fairway. She governs the northwestern territories on this continent and I believe most in this room would be beyond awe if the two of you took to the floor together." His suggestion was subtle. He did not phrase it as a demand though he very well could have, and he tried to make it seem like a very kingly thing to accept. Uriah likely discerned that the request was hers rather than Ezrah's, but that was beside the point. Their kind was watching and he could only nod and extend a hand. Ezrah passed Calliope off of his own arm and onto Uriah's.
"The honor is mine," Uriah purred graciously as he kissed Calliope's hand and led her to the floor.
This dance, unlike the others she'd entertained on this night, meant something. The melody was haunting yet lilting. Their bodies rose and fell with every spin. Each move that Uriah made challenged Calliope's footsteps, but then she reciprocated every move he guided her through. They looked like practiced partners even though they'd never danced before. Calliope had never dared to request such a thing; tonight was a night of nights for her, really. It was a battle of wills, of minds, of time. And it was beautiful. Their performance was an apt way to close out that part of the evening. When the music came to a close, applause echoed from every corner of the room; they'd garnered an audience and hadn't even realized it themselves. Calliope dipped herself into the lowest curtsy she'd ever delivered, all while failing to give the submission that should've come with it. Her eyes remained fixed on Uriah's.
He was the first to step back.
"Thank you all for returning for this tradition of the ages," he finally spoke, addressing all of his kind that had assembled. "I think Calliope and I have both demonstrated an eagerness to continue with the evening, though, and the humans are meant to be the stars of this night. No moon shall out-glow them. They've spent their entire lifetimes to this point preparing to please us, preparing to taste just so for us, and preparing for the honor of being chosen by our most timeless. Only a few of thousands were chosen to be on display here tonight, and all will have homes by the end of it." Well, homes or graves. Some would be drained for the pleasure of the masses. "Let's bring them out, shall we!?" An uproar followed his soft spoken words, power carried not in how loud Uriah was, but in how well everyone listened. Calliope wanted that kind of power.
With two claps of his hands, a group of human vigils dressed in armor like knights started walking into the room with approximately thirty humans escorted between them. They walked in rows, all completely unclothed and on display for their vampire masters to assess and peruse as they pleased. "Please, take in the sights!" Uriah beckoned once all the humans were assembled in the center of the ballroom. It was an invitation for all the vampires present to walk among the humans, to learn their scents, to touch their flesh. No bites were permitted at this stage; it was merely an opportunity to survey the offerings and make some early decisions. Of course, some decisions had already been made. Those who Uriah favored had already submitted their selections. Everyone knew who was off limits because they'd already been claimed. Calliope had memorized the bingo card of options and as she glided between them, her eyes found the one that would be her prize - the one she wasn't supposed to have.
Marius had claimed this one. Her blonde hair was pristine and youthful. Her skin was nearly flawless. The one problem Calliope had as she ran her pristine nail along the lines of the girls under breast while standing behind her was that her hair had been straightened for Marius's pleasure. Calliope would've preferred the natural curls she'd seen advertised in the previews. "Mmm," Calliope's lips hummed together as she bent her neck, pressed her nose against the female's neck. Yes, she would do nicely. As Calliope finished that inspection, she made a show of examining others.
Of course, in her absence, the real villain descended upon the blonde human. Marius - Uriah's progeny - was not known for his kindness. He was a sadist to the very definition of the word and as he approached poor Eliza, his eyes danced along her flesh mere seconds before his hands found her pretty nipples, pinching each in turn to test how responsive she was. If she wasn't screaming, he would need to work on that. "Better get used to it, girl," he sneered at her, "because you're already mine. You just don't know it yet." Marius pulled her hair to one side with a rough tug that was undoubtedly painful, and brought his teeth to her neck. She would feel his fangs threatening her vein even while his hands prevented her from collapsing in shock or terror. They scraped her skin, lightly enough to avoid drawing blood, before he chuckled and walked away from her.
That wasn't the end of the inspections, either. A few others would no doubt be curious.
Calliope watched it all, too. This was just her beginning, after all.
The event wasn't foreign for the red haired woman who made her way out of the carriage she'd hired specifically to feel important. Really, she should've been considered important by many of their society's rules. Calliope Fairway was one of the eldest vampires on this side of the world, having participated in at least twenty of these ballroom extravaganzas in the past. She acted as queen over one of the continent's largest territories where she controlled her stock of humans and the vampires beneath her with ease and a diplomatic touch that bordered on mercurial. Blood was well regulated and she served as a resource for many of her neighbors when they faced shortages as a result of the gluttony of their kind; Calliope always made sure she got her fair share in return, too, when she saved someone from the consequences that a blood shortage would have. Her neighbors knew exactly how powerful she was, and neither of them would dare question her superiority.
The rest of the world was a different matter, though. They regarded her well. She was invited to all the formal events, present in all the roundtable discussion about the future of the world as they ruled it, and referenced in their histories and art as one of the most refined among their kind. That did not mean she had the same amount of respect and honor that the men of their kind did. Even as a vampire, Calliope faced the disregard that came with being a woman. After over a hundred years of letting it happen, of trying not to care, Calliope had a plan to replace herself at the front and center of it all.
She doubted she would win at the end of the game, but it would certainly be one of the best shows of not just the decade, but the entire century. Calliope intended to be known as its director, producer and screenwriter.
Waltzing into the ballroom, her heels clicked with every step. They were deadly, just as was the rest of her. Calliope's dress was black with a train of fabric following behind her. Red accents were inlaid into every seam, and the high-low pattern of the gown showed off the smooth lethality and opulence of her legs, the muscles only put more on display by the heels she had chosen. Yet tonight wasn't about showing off her physical strength. All vampires had that, after all, on supernatural levels that far exceeded anything humans could replicate. That strength radiated in her open shoulders and in the toxic combination of jewelry that she wore. It was evident in her fangs which were not receded on a night such as tonight when her very prowess was being put to the test. No, tonight was a night to show the power in her mind, to display for all just what a true threat she could be to the very foundations of their society when she wished to play dangerously. She could only hope it would attract some attention.
Before all that, though, she was expected to dance. Valeron was the first to take her hand - mostly because she had told him to. He was one of her neighbors as far as territory was concerned, and it was a show of dominance for her to test his ability to lead her. Their waltz was smooth, but plain. It was far too simple. Apparently, though, it was enough to start drawing the swarm. Nickolai was next in requesting her company. The man had a few decades over Calliope and he never let her forget it, but he tripped in his steps with their foxtrot, something Calliope vowed to never let him forget. That man snuck away before Calliope could ask if he wanted to try again. Pity. Dance after dance she flirted playfully and needlessly. That didn't stop her eyes from swarming the room, though, to seek out the man who owned the show.
Vampire King was his title. No one had given it to him, though. It was a title he had claimed for himself. Calliope saw him here and there, flitting among the crowd as he escorted other - much fresher - vampiresses to the dance floor. There was a smirk about every move he made, and Calliope could tell by the way he danced that even though he may have fancied some of his partners, he did not respect them in the slightest. Uriah never did. However, even he wasn't the most powerful man in the room, though. That honor rested with Ezrah Lias - Calliope's sire - and he was the next one she sought out with her gaze.
Ezrah was old, powerful, but his age was starting to betray him. It was apparently something that happened, even among immortals. His hair was silvering, his skin no longer suited him quite as well as it once did, and he slowed with his steps. However, that hadn't changed Calliope's respect for the man even if it had lowered him a few rungs on the totem pole among their kind. She approached him with grace that he had taught her and curtsied low. He was the only one who'd earned that gesture. "Sire," she greeted, the term swimming off her tongue with much more looseness than it had any right to. "What a wonder to see you tonight."
The elder vampire chuckled. "You knew you'd find me here, Callie. It's one of the few things I've not yet decided to miss."
"As is your right to decide," Calliope majestically replied. "Would you care to present me before His Highness? Perhaps request the honor of a dance?"
Although his eyebrows shot up, his expression betrayed nothing about his surprise at the request. Calliope had every right to wish to dance with the "Vampire King" and there was no one better suited to assert her right to such a request than the one man in the room who could claim nearly a century over Uriah. "I don't know what you're playing at, Cal, but come on. Let's get this over with." He knew a game was coming, and it wasn't one he looked forward to. However, it also wasn't his place to stop it.
As a dance came to an end, the two approached His Royal Highness and they each bowed in turn. "As wonderful a celebration as ever," Ezrah began, "and I'm sure we've your efforts to thank, Uriah. Might I reintroduce my progeny, Calliope Fairway. She governs the northwestern territories on this continent and I believe most in this room would be beyond awe if the two of you took to the floor together." His suggestion was subtle. He did not phrase it as a demand though he very well could have, and he tried to make it seem like a very kingly thing to accept. Uriah likely discerned that the request was hers rather than Ezrah's, but that was beside the point. Their kind was watching and he could only nod and extend a hand. Ezrah passed Calliope off of his own arm and onto Uriah's.
"The honor is mine," Uriah purred graciously as he kissed Calliope's hand and led her to the floor.
This dance, unlike the others she'd entertained on this night, meant something. The melody was haunting yet lilting. Their bodies rose and fell with every spin. Each move that Uriah made challenged Calliope's footsteps, but then she reciprocated every move he guided her through. They looked like practiced partners even though they'd never danced before. Calliope had never dared to request such a thing; tonight was a night of nights for her, really. It was a battle of wills, of minds, of time. And it was beautiful. Their performance was an apt way to close out that part of the evening. When the music came to a close, applause echoed from every corner of the room; they'd garnered an audience and hadn't even realized it themselves. Calliope dipped herself into the lowest curtsy she'd ever delivered, all while failing to give the submission that should've come with it. Her eyes remained fixed on Uriah's.
He was the first to step back.
"Thank you all for returning for this tradition of the ages," he finally spoke, addressing all of his kind that had assembled. "I think Calliope and I have both demonstrated an eagerness to continue with the evening, though, and the humans are meant to be the stars of this night. No moon shall out-glow them. They've spent their entire lifetimes to this point preparing to please us, preparing to taste just so for us, and preparing for the honor of being chosen by our most timeless. Only a few of thousands were chosen to be on display here tonight, and all will have homes by the end of it." Well, homes or graves. Some would be drained for the pleasure of the masses. "Let's bring them out, shall we!?" An uproar followed his soft spoken words, power carried not in how loud Uriah was, but in how well everyone listened. Calliope wanted that kind of power.
With two claps of his hands, a group of human vigils dressed in armor like knights started walking into the room with approximately thirty humans escorted between them. They walked in rows, all completely unclothed and on display for their vampire masters to assess and peruse as they pleased. "Please, take in the sights!" Uriah beckoned once all the humans were assembled in the center of the ballroom. It was an invitation for all the vampires present to walk among the humans, to learn their scents, to touch their flesh. No bites were permitted at this stage; it was merely an opportunity to survey the offerings and make some early decisions. Of course, some decisions had already been made. Those who Uriah favored had already submitted their selections. Everyone knew who was off limits because they'd already been claimed. Calliope had memorized the bingo card of options and as she glided between them, her eyes found the one that would be her prize - the one she wasn't supposed to have.
Marius had claimed this one. Her blonde hair was pristine and youthful. Her skin was nearly flawless. The one problem Calliope had as she ran her pristine nail along the lines of the girls under breast while standing behind her was that her hair had been straightened for Marius's pleasure. Calliope would've preferred the natural curls she'd seen advertised in the previews. "Mmm," Calliope's lips hummed together as she bent her neck, pressed her nose against the female's neck. Yes, she would do nicely. As Calliope finished that inspection, she made a show of examining others.
Of course, in her absence, the real villain descended upon the blonde human. Marius - Uriah's progeny - was not known for his kindness. He was a sadist to the very definition of the word and as he approached poor Eliza, his eyes danced along her flesh mere seconds before his hands found her pretty nipples, pinching each in turn to test how responsive she was. If she wasn't screaming, he would need to work on that. "Better get used to it, girl," he sneered at her, "because you're already mine. You just don't know it yet." Marius pulled her hair to one side with a rough tug that was undoubtedly painful, and brought his teeth to her neck. She would feel his fangs threatening her vein even while his hands prevented her from collapsing in shock or terror. They scraped her skin, lightly enough to avoid drawing blood, before he chuckled and walked away from her.
That wasn't the end of the inspections, either. A few others would no doubt be curious.
Calliope watched it all, too. This was just her beginning, after all.
A Purchase, A Betrayal and a Claiming in Blood
Character A is an alpha who’s infiltrated an omega slave trade that’s been ongoing for centuries. He’s been undercover for more time than he can count; time doesn’t pass the same for his kind as it does for others because while he is an alpha, he’s also so much more. Character A is also a vampire. There are few among their kind, and they don’t tend to mingle among the humans much. Character A was only turned after begging for it, pleading for all the time they would need to make their brother whole. His brother’s omega mate was stolen, sold into the trade. He’s trying to find her so his brother can be whole again. It’s been ten years, though. Character A’s been getting closer to the center, he’s able to ask more questions, but others are noticing and wondering about him, too. Why hasn’t he purchased one for himself yet? It gets to a point where the only way he can keep searching is to take one from the auction for himself. Character B is the omega who falls right into his hands. She’s in rough shape. They always drug them before the auction, induce estrus so that they’re ready for breeding right away. He’ll help her through it, but then, when her cycle is through and he tries to get rid of her…? Where will that story go?
Blood that Calls
Character A is a changeling. They have been raised in a village of humans, and they absolutely believe in their humanity. They have always walked with slightly more grace, been a bit more charming and learned a little bit faster. It’s nothing that’s caught attention, though. At least, it hasn’t in town. However, outside of town, the very scent and sound of her blood has drawn them. Character B is an ancient vampire who’s been looking for anything remotely interesting to pass time given they’ve seen so much in their centuries long lifetime. Character A’s blood might just be the spark they need. It sounds musical, smells like chocolate and wine, and sings to their senses more than any human they’ve ever tasted. Of course, having a vampire move in frightens the townsfolk to no end, and they come to a quick arrangement that allows Character B to have their pick of the townsfolk to sate their tastes, to save the rest. Character B makes a show of it, but knows all along who they will pick. Character A doesn’t react to their bite like a human would, though. For a human, the bite numbs and dulls. For Character A, the bite is an aphrodisiac beyond wonders. And Character A quickly becomes addicted to vampire blood. It’s quite an intoxicating combination. What happens, though, when the fae come in to reclaim their own? When they’re highly displeased to find a vampire reducing one of their kind to nothing more than an amusement, albeit one where pleasure is shared?
Additionally, if you have plots you'd like to share, I am open to hearing them. Please note that I am very particular about being able to squeeze some smut scenes in very close to the beginning of the story and will likely be averse to plots that make that too difficult to do. Please also note that I'm likely to be averse to any messages where you say you would like to write one of my stories, but remove the omegaverse element. If I have an idea here that is omegaverse, then there's something about it that I particularly want to be omegaverse!
Thanks for reading and I hope to hear from some of you soon!
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