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trickstarbrave · 3 months

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hiiii we're back at it again

this isnt edited yet. so. im posting it here for now.

omegaverse au 2: electric boogaloo (this is what i named this document. im not joking). it was originally just supposed to be an excuse for nerevar and voryn to be horny and fucking while on in a cart. but then my brain got carried away with politics and then got angst involved and now we're here.

this is 1 part. i think about 1/3rd if i had to guess. thankfully this part is smutty and fun for the most part. second part will be most of the angst, third part will be the reunion

It was hot as they traveled from Balmora after selling off some items. At least selling Dwemer crafts and metal was good for profit to keep House Dagoth afloat--otherwise it would be hard to make due, even with specialty goods like carmine from those little red beetles they farmed. Nix meat and ash yams could only go so far to feed a people, after all. Even still, House Dagoth wasn’t very big due to the low resources.

Nerevar prodded the Nix-ox to keep moving after it took a drink, the beast chittering angrily at him.

“Yeah yeah,” Nerevar scoffed. “I don’t wanna walk either, big guy.” He grabbed the tunic he was wearing, wiping the sweat from his brow.

His shirt had been torn to shreds by a cliff racer, but luckily Voryn gave him one of his spare undershirts. He was prepared to go without a shirt, but Voryn reminded him of the last time he got horribly sunburnt, so he complied, glad that he had from how harshly the sun was beating down. Nerevar inhaled the soft, spicy scent from the fabric as he wiped his face, the scent of his own body mixing with it.

A lot of alphas smelled off-putting to him. Either too strong, too musky, or just plain gross for seemingly no reason. Voryn though… Nerevar had to admit he did smell pretty nice. Something comforting and nostalgic about the scent of his skin and pheromones. There was a bit of incense that clung to his skin and all of his clothes, as well as a spiced quality to his pheromones. Just the slightest hint of musk too, and not to mention it mingled well with Nerevar’s scent which was like citrus and herbs--fresh, bright, and bold.

It was nice to inhale, though he hoped it didn’t make him seem weird to admit it. He’s heard it was common for omegas to enjoy the scents of those close to them. Typically young children were scented regularly by family members, but since Nerevar’s grandparents and parents were dead and his uncle gone, Nerevar had adjusted to being without it. Only Voryn really scented him when they were kids, nuzzling against him affectionately to ensure Nerevar smelled like the rest of House Dagoth rather than an outsider.

It brought back fond memories. As much as Voryn’s scent had changed from when they were younger, there was something nostalgic about it that tickled at his chest.

“We’ll be stopping soon to make camp.” Voryn announced from the cart he was in. It was still afternoon, but it made sense. If they didn’t stop here for the day, they would have to make camp closer to the swampy, wet area of the bitter coast. And finding a decent place to camp there for a whole caravan when everyone was exhausted and annoyed was a pain in the ass.

Nerevar was thankful for it though; he was beginning to get exhausted. Normally he did better on caravan trips, able to march for hours at a time due to his high stamina, but right now he was getting… Exhausted. Maybe it was the heat getting to him, or maybe he just wore himself out the day before.

Another hour, and Voryn stopped them at a good place with solid ground. Everyone began the annoying task of making camp in the afternoon, sun glaring in their eyes. Their lord’s tent came first, before everyone else’s, Voryn then read in the shade watching them pitch the rest.

Fuck, now Nerevar was hungry too… Irritably hungry. He had eaten enough for breakfast and lunch, why was he starving? He groaned, dipping into his dried rations early, before curling up in his own tent kept close to Voryn’s. Normally he helped everyone else set up, but he was too tired right now, eager to just get out of the sun.

He laid on his bedroll, tossing and turning. As the sun set, he knew he should give a few prayers to Azura, maybe even crawl out to grab a bite to eat and see who was on guard duty for the night, but…

He was so uncomfortable. He felt exposed, hot, and miserable as he tossed and turned, his skin starting to burn. At some points he ended up dozing off to sleep, before waking up covered in sweat and his body jerking.

“Nerevar?” Voryn asked, climbing into the tent after night finally fell. “You didn’t come out for dinner--” Nerevar could barely crack open his eyes to look at Voryn, taking in the other’s flushed, shocked expression. Before Nerevar could ask though, Voryn shyly averted his eyes, covering his mouth slightly.

“I… You’re…” He mumbled under his breath.

“What?” Nerevar asked, irritated. Usually he tried to watch his tone when they were on caravan trips; it made the others act out thinking they could smart mouth their young lord like Nerevar did.

“I didn’t think… You went into heat.” He muttered, still unable to meet Nerevar’s eyes.

Nerevar was frozen at that sentence, turning it over in his head.

He wasn’t--right? He couldn’t be. He wasn’t due for a couple more months. He just had it.

“But I just went into heat a month ago.” Planning around his job as caravan guard was tricky for that reason. Luckily, Voryn typically went into ruts around the same time, so they tended to stay home together. “I’m not--”

Nerevar could feel how sluggish his body was though. He was hungry, but too restless to crawl out and get a bite to eat. Not to mention he felt exposed--he could curl up in his bedroll to feel more secure, but his body felt much too warm.

“... Shit.” Nerevar swore under his breath. He was fully going into heat--not any of that faux heat netchshit some omegas went through either. And he wasn’t even near his room so he could feel safe and secure. He was on a caravan trip, exposed, some of the other canvasari complete strangers who would be able to smell him…

Nerevar felt nauseous at that, his hunger vanishing as he suddenly got the urge to flee into the wilderness. He’d rather that cliff racer had ripped him to pieces than one of those smug, piece of shit alphas he didn’t know hold him down and try to mate with him--

“Shh…” Voryn approached cautiously, gingerly stroking at his arm. Nerevar stiffened at the contact. He usually disliked anyone touching him in heat, and he’d never had Voryn nearby when he went into one before. It’s not that he didn’t trust Voryn as his closest friend--he did very much--but it was still a foreign feeling to his body. They were kept apart during heats and ruts, like all young adults and teenagers. Not to mention, he knew Voryn was uncharacteristically aggressive in ruts. “It’s alright. I’ll help you.”

“How are you going to help me?” Nerevar asked, ready to dismiss the idea entirely.

“I’ve been told spending a heat with an alpha, even when traveling, helps alleviate the worst symptoms.” Voryn explained, trying to keep his voice level.

“If I spend my heat with you, you’re going to go into a rut.” Nerevar scoffed. Again, Voryn was aggressive in a rut: destroying furniture, punching and burning his brothers, breaking windows, screaming… Getting in a fight with Voryn while feeling so vulnerable was the last thing Nerevar wanted.

“It’s either that or you’ll have to deal with it alone.” Voryn’s brow was furrowed in more concern than irritation, at least. “And I don’t want those s’wits that got brought along grabbing you as they please, trying to make you their omega.”

Nerevar shivered at the tone Voryn used, feeling his heart beating faster. It sounded almost possessive, and so very welcomed when his thoughts were slowly getting muddled.

“... I don’t want that either.” Nerevar admitted softly. He didn’t want any alphas looking at him and making snide remarks, or worse--openly trying to court him or take him by force. “I don’t want that, I’m just…”

“I know it will still be uncomfortable and awkward,” Voryn’s tone was soft and soothing, “But I want to help you, Neht.”

Nerevar closed his eyes as Voryn stroked his hair, sighing shakily.

“Your family will be furious, won’t they…?” Voryn’s brothers would want to rip him limb from limb when they found out Voryn spent a rut with Nerevar of all people.

“Let them throw a fit.” Voryn dismissed it. “I’ll take responsibility. Besides, it’s not as though I’d be the first person to spend a rut with someone without mating with them.” That was true; however ‘taboo’ it was, it was fairly commonplace for nobles to spend heats or ruts with servants from time to time and take the edge off. As angry as they’d be, Voryn wouldn’t be doing something outside the norm they couldn’t just sweep under the rug.

“... Would you be alright with it?” Nerevar asked softly, turning to nuzzle into Voryn’s hand, letting the other caress his face and scent him properly.

“Of course,” Voryn smiled. “It might be uncomfortable at first, but,” Voryn glanced back at the entrance of Nerevar’s tent suspiciously. “I want to keep you safe.”

Nerevar took a deep breath, sitting up, and wrapping an arm around Voryn.

“Thanks,”

Voryn had ordered the others to take down Nerevar’s tent. He gave the excuse that Nerevar was feeling ill and Voryn would be tending to him, but Nerevar could see the skepticism in their glances. The other canvasari knew what was really going on by the scent coming off of Nerevar, and while they took the tent down they complained all the while that of course they would have an omega going into heat near them but that it would be Nerevar of all people. Stubborn, headstrong Nerevar who got spoiled rotten by Voryn. And of course they wouldn’t even get to ‘enjoy’ it, muttering to themselves that Voryn and Nerevar were probably already fucking before this.

It disgusted Nerevar, making his whole body itch to hear them muttering and complaining as they took the tent down. Nerevar was currently laying on his own bedroll, various bags and a few cushions from the cart Voryn rode in as a makeshift nest around him, with Voryn’s bedroll on the other side.

Nerevar didn’t know how you were supposed to start this sort of thing. He imagined most omegas only really climbed into bed with an alpha like this for sex, and Nerevar was at a loss. Did he just lay down and go to sleep? He still felt far too restless…

“Ah…” Nerevar gasped softly as Voryn climbed in beside him after grabbing Nerevar a plate of food, setting it aside before starting to scent him. It felt…

Nice. Comfortable. He closed his eyes, the heat in his body settling into a warm, fuzzy feeling.

“I don’t want them enjoying your scent,” Voryn whispered. “So let me just…” He trailed off, nuzzling gently against Nerevar, as Nerevar let himself be surrounded by that musky, spicy scent all over again.

In turn, Nerevar couldn’t help but nuzzle back, his hands clenching and unclenching at Voryn’s robes.

“You smell nice…” Nerevar muttered.

“I’ve been told smelling an alpha helps with heat.” Voryn replied back softly. Not to mention, Nerevar was in fact thankful it would cover up his own scent. He got nauseous imagining what those bastards were doing with his tent that smelled like an omega in heat. He was likely going to burn it and buy a new one rather than even consider what disgusting things they could get up to.

“Relax…” Voryn whispered. “I’ve got you. They can’t hurt you.” Nerevar disliked how this up close he couldn’t hide his pheromones from showing his displeasure. Usually he was good at suppressing it, keeping it hidden for the most part, but in heat with Voryn literally breathing down his neck? Impossible.

“I just… Was making a mental note to buy a new tent.” Nerevar muttered. “I don’t want to think about what they might do with it…” Voryn growled at that, tightening his hold. Nerevar knew instinctively the sound should have frightened him—omegas were jumpy and defensive while in heat, after all—but for some reason it… Didn’t.

Again, it seemed almost possessive. Like Nerevar was desirable. Like Nerevar was his.

Nerevar bit the inside of his cheek, pushing those thoughts aside. Voryn was just getting territorial; that was normal for alphas. He’d known Nerevar since they were children and Nerevar was his guard. It wasn’t about wanting to mate, that Voryn already made clear, but just protecting someone close to him. In a way it was possessive, but not in a romantic or sexual sense. He just didn’t want anyone attacking and forcibly mating with someone in his ‘pack’ so to speak.

“Your scent is so much more reactive like this…” Voryn whispered, before nuzzling against a scent gland. “Not to mention sweet…”

“That’s… Normal for being in heat.” Nerevar whispered, his hips squirming slightly. His neck was sensitive too—and didn’t Voryn know the fucking taboo not to go poking around an omega’s neck, especially when they were in heat? Then again, Nerevar should really push him away; he disliked alphas even looking at his neck to see if he was bonded or not, but for some reason Voryn was…different. “Ah…” Voryn gave one soft, experimental lick, earning a soft gasp and shudder from Nerevar, before he finally sat up.

“You should eat.” Voryn brought the food over now. It was just saltrice porridge, common on the road, with some spices, though it also had ash yam bread alongside it. Voryn dipped the bread in, scooping some of the porridge with it, and brought it up to Nerevar’s face.

Voryn was trying to feed him like mated pairs fed each other. Nerevar’s cheeks and ears went red as he realized it, before shutting his eyes tightly, before shoving the thoughts aside. That couldn’t be it. Voryn was just—he was just worried, that’s all. Not to mention he probably didn’t even know about that behavior and this was ignorant to the implications.

“Neht, even if you aren’t hungry you should—“ Voryn went to scold him, before Nerevar leaned in and took a bite, making Voryn smile warmly. The porridge was mostly lukewarm by now, but delicious from how hungry Nerevar was. “That’s it… Good boy.” Voryn stroked his hair as he fed Nerevar, the scent starting to make him feel lightheaded and fuzzy again. His thoughts were so cloudy in fact he wasn’t thinking right, going in to lick Voryn’s fingers after he finished the bread, earning a soft moan before Voryn tried to cover it with a chuckle. Nerevar took the remaining bowl and spoon, eating on his own and trying to force the feeling down, but Voryn continued to affectionately stroke his hair.

When they got back on the road, Nerevar rode in the cart Voryn was in. It was an enclosed space, so already a big improvement from having to walk out in the open, an idea that made his skin crawl. Voryn set up the interior nicely--cushions and Nerevar and Voryn’s respective travel packs and bedrolls creating a nice little nest.

Comfortable. It was, despite everything, very, very comfortable. Nerevar had slept surprisingly well for both being in heat and not being in his own room, lying comfortably in Voryn’s arms.

There was, however, one thing he hadn’t anticipated being such a problem. Nerevar knew mating season came with a heightened sense of arousal, but he thought that he could ignore it for the few days it would take to make it back to Kogoruhn, especially since he would be spending so much time with Voryn. All he had to do was not masturbate for a few days, that was all--it wasn’t impossible for him to go a few days without touching himself before, so it should be fine now.

Except it wasn’t.

Nerevar’s hips shifted around often as the cart gently rocked, squirming slightly. All he could think about for a good while now was his cunt. He tried distracting himself, thinking about sparing or battle or even fighting that cliff racer earlier, but his thoughts kept coming back to sex. Even with Voryn laying beside him, one arm wrapped around his waist, Nerevar couldn’t control his mind.

“You seem restless.” Voryn said softly right by his ear, and Nerevar gasped, his hips bucking forward on instinct.

“I’m just--” Nerevar didn’t know how to explain it without humiliating himself. “It’s… I’m in heat…” He covered his own mouth as Voryn nuzzled into his neck again, muffling the gasps and moans coming from his throat.

“You’re aroused?” Voryn asked, equally soft, and Nerevar nodded.

“I know I shouldn’t,” Nerevar looked for excuses, hips still squirming as Voryn rubbed slow, soothing circles on his stomach, “It’s just--”

“It’s normal.” Nerevar could hear the smile in Voryn’s voice, despite not being able to see his expression behind him. “Go ahead, I won’t mind.” A strange sensation came over Nerevar as he shuddered hearing that, a hot rush going through his body, his arousal only intensifying.

Was it alright? Were they crossing a line? Nerevar didn’t know where that line might be, honestly. He and Voryn had known each other for so long and shared so much--food, beds, clothes, drinks… When they were the age of majority they both drank together for the first time, making the foolhardy mistake of choosing sujamma and getting a bit too enthusiastic in their efforts to one up each other, admitting so many things while drunk before passing out in bed together that they barely even remembered any of them come morning. Those moments Nerevar didn’t find particularly sexual at the time, but were they that much more different to where he was right now?

Then again, perhaps Nerevar should have seen it coming. Voryn was obviously expecting it and had offered to share Nerevar’s heat with him. Nerevar should have known there was the possibility of the need arising.

His hand unlaced his trousers, diving in past his undergarments, slowly working his way down as he shifted to almost but not quite on his back. Voryn’s hand shifted upward to give Nerevar’s arm some room in turn, still unphased, as Nerevar’s other hand stayed over his mouth to muffle any sounds.

Finally, his fingers were greeted by wet, slick flesh, a soft groan falling from his lips. He was wetter than he thought, leaking slick. He didn’t expect to be so aroused without even touching himself--was it because an alpha was nearby?

His fingers slipped inside, moving in and out slowly, the slick sound muffled by the fabric of his trousers. They felt good, but he was honestly missing the fullness of the toys he had back home. A nice, polished wood one with a large knot at the base was his favorite when he was in heat, giving himself a feeling of fullness he enjoyed even if he was just mindlessly playing with his cock while furiously reading a smutty novel. But more importantly, he found it harder to get off with the situation he was in--it was difficult to really get lost in the fantasies he normally got off to when someone was close by and watching him. He groaned in displeasure, feeling frustrated, until Voryn leaned close to his ear again.

“Good boy.” Voryn whispered, and Nerevar’s fingers moved much faster, his breathing quickening as pure arousal raced in his veins. His body suddenly felt so much more sensitive, soft moans now being muffled by his hand as his eyes fluttered shut.

“Oh,” Voryn’s lips gently brushed against his ear as he spoke this time, making it twitch as Nerevar gave a needy whine, “You sound so wet…” Nerevar raised his leg slightly so he could finger himself faster. “Nice and wet for me, aren’t you?”

Fuck. He was jacking off to Voryn right now, wasn’t he? This wasn’t just masturbation with Voryn nearby--Voryn was actively getting him off, whispering in his ear. And the worst part was Nerevar was so turned on, his body responding well to the sweet sound of Voryn’s voice in his ear. He was even imagining Voryn touching him now, imagining Voryn’s fingers slipping in and out of him, Voryn’s hand muffling the moans spilling from Nerevar’s lips as he touched him however he pleased--

“Such a sweet scent when you’re aroused like this…” Voryn groaned into his neck, shifting his hips in a way that had Nerevar gasping again. He could feel Voryn’s cock pressed against his ass--confirmation Voryn was aroused too. Aroused by Nerevar. “Can you get off like this?” Voryn asked, his voice still so sweet, “Or do you need me to touch you?”

At the offer, Nerevar couldn’t even think it over. His hand came away from his mouth just enough to pant out the answer. “Touch me.” He pleaded, urgency in his voice, as Voryn’s hand snaked its way down Nerevar’s body and into his pants. “Ah--yes,” Nerevar moaned sweetly, before Voryn’s hand covered his mouth.

Nerevar felt dizzy being touched like this. Completely at the mercy of Voryn, the mer he trusted more than anything, the mer he trusted with his very life. His thoughts were completely muddled, eyes rolled back as his legs twitched, his hips squirming, all reacting to the movement of Voryn’s long fingers sliding in and out of him.

“Gods, you’re soaked.” Voryn moaned softly now himself, hips gently rocking against Nerevar’s ass. “So wet for me Neht, ready to take my cock, aren’t you?” Nerevar nodded furiously, before Voryn shifted his other hand, sliding two fingers past Nerevar’s mouth. “Gods, the mouth on you too--” Voryn groaned as Nerevar eagerly sucked and rolled his tongue around the digits, moaning obscenely, though at a volume that it would be hard to hear outside the cart.

“When we get to the next town I’m buying birth control,” Voryn whispered, a promise, though there was a desperation in his voice. “I need to be inside you. I need to,” Nerevar could get drunk off that edge in his voice honestly--off the knowledge that he was desired. He wanted it so badly too, he wanted Voryn to be inside him already, fucking him to completion. It would be even more intense than his fingers, so much more fulfilling as Voryn knotted him just like his body wanted, pumped him full of seed--

His body shuddered as the thought crossed his mind, trembling from his orgasm, his leg twitching as a low noise was pulled from his throat. He could picture it so clearly--Voryn’s knot pressed perfectly inside him, sealing every drop of seed inside Nerevar’s cunt in the desperate hope it took. It was such a satisfying orgasm too, bliss washing over him.

“Good boy,” Voryn praised him again, his breathing heavy. “So good for me, aren’t you Neht…” He pulled his fingers out of Nerevar’s mouth first, letting the other pant, before almost reluctantly sliding his fingers out of Nerevar’s cunt.

It was only a few moments until Nerevar shifted, turning to face Voryn, his hands going to Voryn’s robes.

“Your turn,” Nerevar whispered dangerously close to Voryn’s lips, feeling every hot pant fan over his mouth. It didn’t take long to undo Voryn’s robes enough to slip his hand past the layers of fabric to the hard length he felt earlier grinding against him.

“Neht,” Voryn whispered, a type of reverence in his voice. His eyes rolled back slightly, before black eyelashes fluttered as his eyes fell shut, his lips wet, “Nerevar…” It sounded almost like a hymn, a prayer falling from his lips, as Nerevar stroked slowly and lightly at first, learning what movements Voryn liked best. His cock was hard in Nerevar’s hand, and Nerevar rolled his palm around the head to slather it with precum to make the glide easier, Voryn’s hips rocking in time with his movements.

“You like that?” Nerevar asked against Voryn’s mouth, before Voryn nipped at his lower lip, earning a soft keen from Nerevar. “Fuck…” He could feel Voryn’s canines almost nick him, and he became hyper aware of his own neck, the thought crossing his mind at how it would feel to have someone actually bite and claim him. “Fuck, I can feel your knot swelling up…” An alpha’s didn’t always form, as he’d been told, but it was more common in ruts. Still, he couldn’t believe it was swelling up just from Nerevar’s hand. “You want to knot me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Voryn was holding him tightly now, panting furiously. “I want to fuck you, knot you, fill you with my seed…” Voryn’s hips were thrusting in earnest now, fucking Nerevar’s hand. “I want you, I want you Neht, I want you so badly--”

Nerevar kissed him before he got any louder, alerting everyone to what they were doing. No doubt the other canvasari expected them to be fucking, but Nerevar didn’t want them hearing it. One of them might try and ruin the fucking moment, after all, loudly banging at them to knock it off, or might use it against them. Or, maybe Nerevar was just feeling possessive himself, wanting to be the only person who got to hear Voryn begging and pleading for him like this.

Still, Voryn kissed him with a passion, his tongue eagerly exploring Nerevar’s mouth, gliding against his own. The kiss was messy, wet, as Voryn clung to him tighter and tighter…

“Neht!” Voryn broke the kiss with a loud hiss, his own hand moving down to pump Nerevar’s even faster, until finally he held it there, knot swelling, and came with a low moan.

“Yes…” He groaned, ropes of cum shooting out into Nerevar’s hand and onto his clothes. “Yes, Neht…”

“There we go…” Nerevar smiled softly, pressing soft, feather-light kisses to his cheeks. “Better?”

“Much better…” Voryn pulled him into an embrace again, nuzzling against him. “Mm… I’ll change your clothes in a few moments…” Nerevar chuckled at that, though he had to admit he kind of enjoyed Voryn making a mess of him. “Let me… Enjoy this.”

Nerevar adjusted faster to their new dynamic than he thought. Maybe it was the haze of his heat making his head feel so fuzzy, but he was enjoying the newfound affection they shared. Kisses became commonplace, as was touching, nuzzling, cuddling. Even Voryn touching his neck was more welcomed than anything else, Nerevar leaning into it.

Voryn was true to his word. They stopped at a small town, at least one with an apothecary, and Voryn ventured out of the cart to pick up several days worth of birth control potions.

He hadn’t thought about having sex with Voryn before this. The thought crossed his mind once or twice, he supposed, but never seriously and more so as a jest. But now it seemed almost natural, their bodies falling into place with ease.

At first, the sex was perfect. Passionate, all encompassing, mind numbing pleasure that left his body tingling. But they still had a few more days on the road back to Kogoruhn, and every orgasm took the edge off a little less. It was still as passionate as before, though every time was a little bit more desperate, something inside him craving more. Something was off and incomplete. It wasn’t quite enough--not nearly enough for him.

Was it that they weren’t back at Kogoruhn yet? Possibly. His body was no doubt longing for the comfort and security of home, his back on Voryn’s bed, surrounded by pillows and blankets that smelled so perfectly like Voryn…

Or maybe it was the fact it was more emotionally taxing than Nerevar realized. This was just for convenience, after all. It wasn’t supposed to have any meaning behind it, just spending Nerevar’s unexpected heat together so travel would be easier. Spending a heat with an alpha was supposed to make it more bearable, and the other shitty canvasari wouldn’t pull anything if Nerevar was always by Voryn’s side, after all.

But there was an ever nagging thought in his mind: this wasn’t going to last forever. This was a temporary solution to an out of the blue problem. For all he had adjusted to kissing Voryn, of stroking Voryn’s hair, of being fed by Voryn, of dressing and undressing each other and basking in each other’s warmth, he couldn’t enjoy this forever. They would arrive at Kogoruhn in only a couple of days after all--a day and a half if they were fast, as they were right on the edge of House Redoran’s territory as far as he could tell. And Nerevar already knew how it would play out when they arrived: Voryn’s brothers would kick up a fuss, Voryn would excuse it as necessary for traveling, and Nerevar would slink back to his room to spend the rest of his heat alone as always. Though, it was unusual that Voryn’s rut wasn’t as destructive as usual; Nerevar had worried about it initially, but Voryn was strangely calm, even able to go into town and buy a few things with relative ease, though he didn’t like it. Before, Voryn was so irritable and antsy he would fight just about anyone, but he was oddly attentive and sweet like this. Maybe they would be willing to let Nerevar and Voryn spend the rest of the time together, until it passed.

Afterwards though, there would be nothing else like this between them. And something inside Nerevar ached at the thought.

“So tight…” Voryn moaned, fucking him from behind in the cart again. “Always so tight wrapped around my cock, aren’t you?”

“You’re huge, that’s why…” Nerevar groaned into the cushion under him, his hips in the air. “Gods, even only half formed your knot is as big as the toy’s I have back home~” It felt so good, pumping in and out of him like that, the amount of slick his body was pouring out enough to make the glide relatively easy.

“You like it, don’t you?” Voryn asked with a cocky tone. “I can tell just how much you like it, how much your body needs me…” He gave a sharper thrust, his tone shifting to demanding. “Tell me, Neht.”

“Yes…” Nerevar groaned as Voryn grinded his hips forward, Nerevar’s legs trembling. “Yes, I love how big it is… I love how full I feel with your cock in me…” Nerevar gave a choked moan now, barely able to focus on keeping his voice down. He had to bury his face in fabric to muffle the sounds escaping him. “I love it when you knot me too, when you fill me to the brim~” Gods did he love the sensation. He was tired of feeling so very, very empty when he was in heat, and the feeling of being full of Voryn’s seed, his knot in place, Nerevar’s body locking around it in a desperate attempt to ensure conception as his body orgasmed non-stop-- “Please,” Nerevar pleaded, “Knot me, breed me, fill me up again~!”

Voryn growled loudly at that, leaning over Nerevar’s body, nuzzling into his hair and neck, before licking at a scent gland.

“You’re mine.” Voryn growled low, “All mine, Neht.” Nerevar tilted his head, his body growing all the more pliant at the possessive tone, before his body tensed, realization crashing over him. He brought a hand up, clamping it over his neck, just as Voryn went to bite down sharply.

“Fuck!” Nerevar swore. It was hard enough to draw blood, but not enough to break his fingers thankfully. However, Voryn was displeased with that, growling aggressively, his pheromones heightening in rage.

“W-wait until we’re back at Kogoruhn!” Nerevar quickly excused his actions, keeping his hand protectively over his neck. “Not here… Not like this…” Voryn’s hips didn’t stop thrusting, in fact seeming to get all the faster, his knot catching more and more on Nerevar’s entrance. “Please…”

“Nerevar…!” Voryn groaned loudly, before driving his knot in one last time, cumming inside him.

The rush of heat of Voryn’s seed was quickly followed by his own orgasm, his body clamping down and milking his cock. If it wasn’t for the potions, Nerevar knew he’d be pregnant right now. It seemed impossible not to, not with how well his body was taking it, locking into place every time Voryn knotted him without fail.

“Yes…” Nerevar groaned, another wave of pleasure washing over him, “Gods, yes…” Nerevar didn’t know how he’d be able to go back to just masturbating after this--after the pleasure he never knew could be so intense.

After most of the pleasure died down, Nerevar’s legs feeling weak, Voryn pulled them to lay side by side, still connected, now nuzzling against Nerevar affectionately.

“... Thank you for stopping me.” Voryn rubbed Nerevar’s hand apologetically, casting a quick healing spell on it. Nerevar hummed in response, thankful Voryn was thinking logically once more rather than his thoughts clouded by pure instinct. Nerevar knew it wasn’t his fault; he almost lost himself in the sensation too, all but ready and willing to accept it.

“I don’t want to claim you here, like this.” Voryn continued, his voice soft and gentle as he held Nerevar’s hand now with a tenderness that had his heart aching. “Not in a fucking cart on the road… I want to do it properly, back at home.”

Again, something inside Nerevar was aching at the knowledge they couldn’t. Especially not in the impenetrable walls of Kogoruhn.

Nerevar wasn’t ignorant. He wasn’t the first commoner to lay with a noble, and he won’t be the last. A noble taking a mate was a very important, careful decision, not really left up to the individual in question but instead an agreement between houses and families. Even more important was the mate an heir to a Great House like Voryn was supposed to take, a careful attention to detail paid to every potential mate before they were so much as introduced, the whole council involved with planning the prospective partners. Already the council, including Voryn’s mother, were discussing omegas and betas that would be beneficial potential mates to introduce Voryn to, in hope there would be a good match between them. Chimer could take many spouses, but the children of a mated pair were given special importance, after all.

Nerevar, meanwhile, knew he wasn’t on that list and wouldn’t even be considered for it. He never dared to even dream of such a thing. Despite receiving an education alongside Voryn, he was Voryn’s playmate, not equal. Nerevar was a half-blood chimer, after all, sharing the blood of the nords who brutally subjugated him, and born in a small mining town belonging to House Mora. He was only really allowed to be so close to Voryn when they were younger and up until now because Morvani Dagoth loved spoiling Voryn. Morvani never took a mate officially a far as anyone knew, but there was a rumor that Voryn and Araynys’ father was her mate, which would explain why she loved spoiling them in particular, and it was only natural for many to name a child of a mated bond as your heir.

For those that dared to take a mate without the consent of their families and house, it was well known and documented what would happen. The mated bond was swiftly and forcibly severed with magic, and the former mate exiled from the territory in shame. And that was if they were lucky. If the noblemer was particularly hostile to it, the council typically took every precaution to prevent it from happening again by killing their former lover, eliminating the risk entirely.

Nerevar knew what would happen if Voryn even dared to try. It would be nothing good, potentially the end of his own life. Yet it was getting harder and harder to deny the pull, like a magnet pulling him in. It was getting impossible to deny this, whatever the hell it was, and that was what terrified him the most. Wherever the road they were walking down led to was bloodshed and heartbreak.

He wasn’t allowed to want it. He knew he wasn’t allowed to and why, but despite all logical reasoning, his body was denying that reality. His body needed this like he needed water to drink and air to breathe, but there was no way of it possibly coming true. To even attempt it would mean never seeing voryn again, either in life or in death.

Nerevar wondered if voryn understood their circumstances. He had to know, didn't he? Voryn was smart. He was intelligent. He couldn't be ignorant to the reality of their lives and station. Perhaps Voryn only said he would mate with nerevar back and Kogoruhn simply to placate him. That, despite his own instinct running rampant, he knew better. He knew they couldn't, but it was Nerevar who first blurted out that they should wait until they arrived in Kogoruhn, so Voryn was under the impression Nerevar was the one expecting it. After all, if he refused right now rather than delayed it, Nerevar might not stop him the next time. He might instead selfishly let Voryn claim him and try to cling to him despite knowing it would mean his own end.

Nerevar didn't know what he preferred. Voryn being ignorant, or Voryn simply lying to him to placate him.

#nerevoryn #indoril nerevar #voryn dagoth #nerevar #morrowind #my writing #not sfw #there is some world building in here from my other fics #voryn isnt the lord of house dagoth yet. nerevar is his canvasari

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