Chapter 10
A jolt, sharp and brutal, wrenched Ominis from his hormone-driven musings. His haven shattered into a thousand pieces with the discordant crash of vials skittering. Reality, unfeeling and brutal, barrelled in like a cold gust of wind sweeping over the icy expanse of the Black Lake. The inferno of his desire instantly quenched, thrusting Ominis headlong into a state of razor-sharp alertness.
The pungent scent of a foreign Alpha encroached upon their intimate sanctuary. Ominis froze, rigid, his muscles coiled in anticipation over his Omega.
As swift as a predator, he silenced Primrose with a firm hand over her mouth and drew his wand. His senses snapped into focus, reconvening with razor-sharp acuity.
“ Hush, now ,” he said, breathy voice only a whisper as his body tightened, braced to fight if the need arose… “Wait, that’s pine… Anne !”
Sheathing his wand, he lifted his hand from Primrose's mouth, his fingers lingering on the velvet softness of her lips.
Anne had come through for them .
The intrusive pine aroma, sullying the sanctity of their haven, was a stark reminder of the consequences of his actions..
A chilling realization slammed into Ominis that Anne must have had to at least meander down the elevator to get close enough to deliver the vials to the edge of their nest.
A fierce snarl distorted his face as he battled the internal tempest of fury. Another Alpha had caught sight of his Omega, her body exposed from the waist down, a privilege circumstances denied to Ominis himself.
Anne had no choice. He reasoned with himself, his countenance softening as he attempted to pacify his unreasonable ire.
Torn between gratitude and anger, Ominis couldn’t decide whether he should thank or curse Anne for her sublimely poor timing...
The scale certainly tipped towards the latter...
It would be so tempting, so easy to ignore those cursed vials. With a solitary thrust, he could bury himself to the hilt in Primrose's cunt, her soft, enraptured whispers in his ear...
Why shouldn’t he claim every part of her?
Savor the taste of her lips as he had sampled her delicious cunt, knot her as many times as he desired...
She might hate him once the fog of heat faded, but once his seed took root within her… Ominis was certain Primrose would embrace his claim.
No Alpha, no matter how audacious, would dare challenge Ominis for her then - regardless of Primrose’s irresistible allure... Not while a scion of the Gaunt bloodline thrived within her womb…
And if a pregnancy didn’t take during her heat, he could rut her until it did…
A seductive ember of temptation flickered in the recesses of Ominis’s consciousness, a pull darker, uglier, and more compelling than the thirst for power inherited from his bloodline.
Ominis could possess her, tuck her away in some secure shadowy refuge where she would be his, and his alone... To do with what he would.
After years of hardship, an Omega is a fine reward... The whispering shadows of his dark side crooned their irresistible song into his ear.
Teeth clenched, Ominis banished the disturbing urges with sheer force of will - consigning the repugnant thoughts to the deepest recesses of his soul, loathing how his very mind betrayed him.
Guided by the heightened precision of his senses, his hand shot out, quickly finding his prize. Cold and familiar suppressant vials were welcome in his hand as he yanked them close, tearing the cork from two of the bottles with his teeth.
Primrose’s gasp ricocheted in the silent room as he hovered over her, his arousal grazing her slick folds, still poised on the threshold of her warm, welcoming cunt.
His lineage didn’t give him leave to act like an animal…
With a swift arch of his neck, Ominis took each brew in a single shot. Bitter and stale, he winced as the concoction burned down his throat like firewhisky. The lingering sweetness of Primrose still dancing on his tongue tempered the wretched taste.
Instantaneously, the effects of the potion sliced through the haze of desire that had him teetering on the brink of surrender.
He struggled to leave Primrose's luscious warmth. His alpha instinct demanded possession. Her cries, riddled with confusion and desire, were daggers to his resolve.
Despite it all, Ominis held onto the reins of control. He gentled her with a murmur of reassurance, his voice a soothing balm laced over her feverish skin.
His fingers replaced his length, caressing her damp heat, exploring her slick warmth until her pleas softened into a purr.
His own unbridled behavior appalled Ominis, even as his arousal throbbed with wicked satisfaction. He'd barely breached her, and yet her channel squeezed him so exquisitely tight... The thought of being engulfed by her fully, of losing himself in her heat was...
By Merlin, my cock aches...
Damned Anne…
Damned noble responsibilities and promises…
And damn everything else preventing Ominis from rutting the lovely creature writhing below him.
His touch navigated the heated silk of her cunt, coaxing Primrose to the crest of pleasure, an unspoken vow lingering in every stroke. His touch was both an apology and deliberate torment whispered silently between them.
His thumb flicked over that stiff bundle of nerves, and she cried, thighs closing around his hips.
Just one more taste of her…
He’d already done it and been fundamentally altered by her flavor alone…
one more time…
He leaned down, throbbing in anticipation for another taste of her sweet cunt. With an impassioned abandon, he burrowed his face between her thighs. His tongue lashed at her sensitive folds with an unrelenting, possessive fervor.
He devoted himself to bringing Primrose to peak, finding he much preferred laving at her core with a rational mind.
His senses heightened every minute texture under his tongue, every moan and whimper that spilled from her lips etched a vivid imprint on his memory.
His tongue traced tantalizing circles around her sensitive nub. Lips closing around the bundle of nerves with religious devotion. Her muscles tightened, shifting and trembling as his hands freely roamed her hips and thighs.
“Alpha!” With a choked cry, she stiffened beneath him, her petite frame shuddering. With a dreamy sigh, she fell limp, gasping below him as if she’d sprinted around the perimeter of Hogwarts.
A rush of sticky arousal flowed from her, an intimate nectar that he might have found revolting had it not tasted so damned delicious. He drank greedily, his tongue worshiping her pulsing core until her gentle hands pushed him away.
“ Not yet… ” Her words came out in a languid slur, “ Too much …”
With a satisfied hum, he removed himself from the juncture of her thighs, licking his lips before swiping his mouth and chin with the back of his hand.
In the breathless aftermath of Primrose’s ecstasy, Ominis pulled her by the arm until she sat upright and steady. Gently he guided a vial into her trembling grasp.
His command, imbued with concern yet grounded in resolve, floated in the air between them. “Primrose, darling, drink this,” he implored, his voice caressing her name like a prized jewel. His breath caught at his use of the Alpha voice- he’d thought to apologize…but he wasn’t sorry. It had come naturally, effortlessly, spoken to protect her when her heat prevented her from protecting herself.
He’d never anticipated the selfless and intensely satisfying application of his Alpha voice. Nestling an arm around her shoulders, his thumb meandered in slow, comforting circles on her bare thigh, a silent testament to his care.
“Y-yes, Alpha.” Timid yet trustful, she obliged, her compliance echoed in the soft pop of the cork pulling free.
“Good girl, drink it all.” He listened as she drank deep from the vial. “Not too quickly, darling.”
A prickling annoyance gnawed at Ominis that another Alpha, even the trustworthy Anne, was responsible for Primrose’s contraceptive potion. It felt unsettling, wrong even, to entrust another with such a critical aspect of Primrose’s future... Their future.
His preference would be to shoulder the responsibility himself, to erase this concern from Primrose’s plate altogether, but the potion’s effects on witches were instant, while wizards needed daily doses for a week before the effects would take hold...
“I’m done,” Primrose mumbled sleepily, aimlessly tossing the vial from their nest. The vessel struck the stony floor with a resonating clink, the sound trailing off as it rolled away.
Relief shivered through the room, tangible and potent as he nestled back into her inviting warmth, their mingling scents weaving as he hovered over her.
The contraceptive was a burden that Ominis could, and would, easily carry. He would brew and start taking the concoction immediately- for that matter, he would start brewing her suppressants’ along with his own…It would be a pleasure to care for her.
Despite the suppressants coursing through him, staunching his baser urges, Primrose’s scent was a seductive call, a blatant challenge to his restraint… The suppressants effects would burn away quickly due to his rut- possibly more than normal from Primrose’s proximity.
Damn…Time was not their ally.
Pushing past the growing embarrassment, he took himself in hand, gripping his pulsating length. His eyes fluttered closed, focusing on the lingering arousal coloring Primrose’s scent as he stroked himself. Her slick smoothed the practiced glide of his hand.
He flinched when her fingers gently caressed his face. “Can I... touch you?” She murmured, her voice raspy.
His cheeks bloomed with a heated blush, searing a path up to his ears.
“Have you ever touched a man before?” He leveraged himself off of her, lifting to his knees, his cock quivering in eager anticipation as he straightened and presented himself to his Omega. A silent invitation extended under the flickering light of the braziers.
A breath passed, and he swallowed, sweat tickling as it trailed down his temple.
He knew the answer, but his receding Alpha delighted in the confirmation. “N-no, never... Just you, Alpha. Only you.” His length pulsed at her admission.
“Good girl,” He praised, “Touch at your leisure, but be warned, I’m on the brink.”
“... Is this okay?” He felt her warmth before the delicate pressure of her touch. The timid, teasing graze of her fingers over his swollen flesh elicited a sharp gasp from him.
Sweet agony indeed.
“Such soft touch..” Primrose’s confidence blossomed under his affirmation, her tender hand slowly grasping and maneuvering him. He thrust into her palm, slick with their shared desire, her name spilling from his lips like a sacred chant. “Grip tighter, darling. I’m not… as delicate… as you’d think.”
“Don’t wanna hurt you…” Her words, softly uttered and laden with selfless concern, snaked around his heart, squeezing tightly. Precious girl . Primrose worried about him when she was the one in distress… His eyes welled at her heartwarming concern, his lids falling shut as his hips stuttered. Ominis was adamant not to succumb to tears- like a proper twat - in the heat of the moment.
“ Like this .” His hand enclosed hers, guiding her to a punishing grip. He reveled in the pleasure her soft hand offered him.
She babbled sweet affirmations, heaping praises and professing her love in a blind flurry of hormones that quickly brought him to climax.
Ecstasy washed over him, and he trembled under the onslaught of gratification. Arching over her, Ominis painted his release across her lower stomach, thighs, and cunt.
Primrose trilled in delight, her symphony of satisfaction resonating within him.
He’d brought himself to peak before; alone in his dormitory bed with the canopy curtains closed, while bathing as he fantasized about sinking into a faceless body. But there was absolutely no comparison to the warm caress of another. Someone whose scent intoxicated him and whose voice filled him with unbridled desire...
Her hand remained delicately tracing his length even as he softened, her touch brimming with innocent curiosity. A sharp wince carved his features; the sensation was far too intense after having just ridden the waves of climax…
A compulsion to shoo away her hand surged within him as the remnants of his hormonal haze receded, replaced by a prickling blush of embarrassment.
Biting his lip, Ominis found the strength to remain still and quietly permit her explorations - he owed her at least that much. After all, he’d had his face buried in her delectable cunt mere moments prior.
Absurdly, he hoped his cock was some shade of appealing in its flaccid state. Suppressing the impulse to pinch the bridge of his nose, he felt a blush creeping up his neck to paint his cheeks and ears as she cupped and squeezed him.
His cock twitched in her hand, a fiery heat threatening to ignite his arousal anew…
“ Bloody hell… ” He murmured, gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut. Ominis mentally dredged up the most distasteful and mentally scarring memories he could muster; the time he lost a game and ended up with a foul mouthful of gobstone goo, the ghastly moment when the Weasley boy sneezed in Potions and Ominis felt a fine mist of spittle sheen upon his face, the night Sebastian’s Silencio charm faltered and Ominis overheard him pleasuring himself in their shared room, shouting ‘Oh, Professor Garlic!’ as he climaxed…
The juxtaposition of these repulsive flashbacks and Primrose’s blissful touch was a jarring union of glorious pleasure and utter revulsion.
Ominis carefully disentangled her hand before her touch prevailed and his focus faltered… again .
He wouldn’t weather another battle against his instincts…especially not when his rational mind also yearned for a morsel of the tantalizing Omega…
"Dear girl…Sweet Primrose.” Almost reverently, Ominous placed a hand on her lower stomach, finding the warm, sticky mess he left of her. His fingers spread with an obscene sound as he marked her with his seed, a tactile symbol of an unspoken bond.
His fingers, guided by the rhythm of his pounding heart, sketched invisible promises onto her skin, moving down to spread his essence to her core.
With his sense about him, the act felt real… raw , and so much more intimate. Vaguely he regretted that Primrose was not of a rational mind herself…
He hissed as blood rushed to his cock once more at the feel of her.
Merlin’s tit’s, not again!
With the tenderest of care, Ominis slipped two spend-coated fingers between her silken folds, coating her with his essence. A moan of pleasure escaped Primrose, followed by a shudder of delight. She was thoroughly drenched, and Ominis regretted missing the last drops of sweet honey. His other hand caressed whatever flesh he could reach, simultaneously eager and cautious.
“Everyone will know you belong to me,” he whispered, planting a soft kiss on her knee. A shiver of satisfaction rippled through him when her fingers tangled in his hair. “would you like that?”
“Yes, Alpha.” Primrose’s hips shifted beneath him, drawing a playful pinch from Ominis that triggered a burst of giggles from her. A sharp intake of breath cut off her laughter as he eased his fingers inside her, tenderly exploring her depths.
“I’ve heard there may be some... discomfort. Please forgive me and tell me if you need me to stop.”
“Thank you,” she murmured, halting Ominis in his tracks.
Why on earth would she be thanking him?
Primrose should be anything but grateful; furious even, at the situation her Omega status had foisted upon her. If he were in her shoes, Ominis knew he’d feel a hefty sense of indignation…
Then again, he was in her position. But given the circumstances skewed in his favor, Ominis found it difficult to feel discontent...
His fingers pressed against the virgin barrier within her, and a veritable plethora of words lingered on the tip of his tongue, ranging from ‘Don’t thank me,’ to ‘My pleasure, any time.’ Each phrase felt more ridiculous and awkward than the last- so he said nothing. Taking a firm hold of her thigh, he placed another soft kiss on her knee and pushed deep inside her.
“O-ominis!” She jerked with a cry. The barrier of her innocence surrendered to his touch, and the sound of his name tumbling from her lips was far more intoxicating than any ‘Alpha’ she’d addressed him by.
“Shhh, sweet Primrose. It’s done now,” he soothed, using one hand to steady her.
She clenched around him, legs snapping shut as he withdrew, only to plunge his fingers back inside, delving deep. The sweet sound of her moan echoed in his ears, her body clenching around him, thighs spreading wide in a mute appeal for more. His arousal throbbed in response to her provocative display.
A hint of copper teased his senses, and a perverse urge to taste her virgin blood by licking his fingers stirred within him. Primrose moaned again, her thighs widening further in a plea for more.
The undercroft was filled with the echo of their labored breathing and the intoxicating rhythm of Ominis gently thrusting his fingers into Primrose. She clutched at his wrist, attempting to draw him down to her- but Ominis held back, fearful of losing his rational thoughts.
“No, my sweet girl. I shouldn’t,” he whispered, pulling away. His seed within her would take effect nearly immediately, as potent as the suppressants had been for him. “I hadn’t meant to tease you, darling.”
As much as Ominis wanted to draw another climax from her, he suspected being knuckle deep in her cunt after her hormones cleared might not be the best start to their potential courtship…
“Are you going to put it inside me now?” She asked, an odd mix of apprehension and nerves coloring her now lucid voice. He didn’t need to ask to know she referred to his straining cock. “Do I need to…I-I don’t know what I should…”
Ominous winced as Primrose’s voice tapered off, soft and wobbly as all the words and touches that transpired between them solidified in her mind.
Everything within him screamed to comfort her, soothe Primrose’s rising panic- but Ominis was at an utter loss for how to do that. Pulling away, Ominis climbed to a stand and turned from Primrose to tuck his cock into his trousers.
“No. No, Primrose, we’ve done what we set out to achieve. I don’t know what all you recall…”
Detached, his voice came out far colder than he intended. Buttoning his rumpled trousers, he turned to face her.
“All of it… Oh, no…I can’t believe-” she gasped, fabric shuffling about as she struggled to dress, reaching and stretching to pull her wayward clothing towards her. He vaguely wondered why she hadn’t used Accio to magic the items into her hands…”My- my buttons! I, oh-” Her words cut off as a sob wracked her.
The blend of emotions she must be grappling with; shock, humiliation, shame, or a harrowing combination of all three - was nearly impossible for Ominis to fathom. His first rut was something he’d anticipated, well-informed about every aspect of it.
Already, he missed Primrose’s warmth, soft touches, and eager pining. His Alpha hormones were silent thanks to the suppressant potions. His arousal was quickly waning from the awkward, stilted panic bleeding into the room.
If only he could shoulder the overwhelming emotions Primrose was drowning in, he would.
He vaguely recalled Anne mentioning Primrose’s homeschooling. Clearly, she’d been deprived the advantage of structured courses dealing specifically with designation or rut. Even though there were no Omega-specific classes, at least she would’ve had some idea of what to expect.
How could her parents thrust her into the world so woefully ill-equipped?
A horrendous oversight on their part.
As he stood facing the distraught Omega, a multitude of stratagized scenarios played out in Ominis’s mind on how best to comfort her. Even though he couldn’t see her tears, he could hear them in her broken breaths and it shattered him.
A curse upon his parents’ emotional austerity! If they had allowed some instances of genuine warmth and affection, Ominis might’ve been better equipped to deal with the distraught Omega in his care...
Her soft sniffles escalated into a keening wail, wringing his heart in an unforgiving grip. With a grimace, Ominis yanked out his wand from his pocket.
Actions speak louder than words.
Ominis couldn’t recall who had imparted this wisdom. The saying served him now as he manipulated his wand with practiced ease, whispering the spells and charms that were part of his daily ritual. He’d taught them to Sebastian and Anne, but physically casting them on someone else felt strangely intimate, peculiar, but right to tend to Primrose in such a domestic manner.
The slither of fabric echoed through the room as buttons zipped back to their rightful places, clinking as they skittered across the stone floor. The laces of Primrose’s corset tightened of their own volition, clothing her as if each item was sentient.
With a last flourish of his wand, her clothes were mended, cleaned, and neatly pressed, her hair perfectly groomed.
Ominis pocketed his wand, taking a silent inventory of the room.
Primrose gasped and staggered to her feet, her hands exploring the pristine state of her dress. “Good gracious, Ominis! I-“ A huff of laughter cut off her words as she patted her head.
“Did you find a secret store of giggle water over there?” Had his magic gone awry? He’d never applied these particular spells to a dress or corset before… “Are you quite alright, truly?”
“It’s fine, it’s just-” Peels of laughter echoed loud in the undercroft. She doubled over with the force of it, straitening to dab tears from her eyes. “C-come here! You have to- Ahaha !” She laughed, extending a hand toward him.
Considering her invitation as a positive sign, Ominis stashed his wand and took her outstretched hand. She radiated heat as she led him forward, guiding his hand to rest atop her head.
“What- “He froze. Her silken locks were stiff as if styled with pomade and parted to the side in perfect mimicry of his own–save for the length.
He snorted, fist covering his mouth as he trembled with the force of holding back his mirth- failing miserably .
They descended into fits of laughter, leaning into one another under the weight of it. Ominis was positively elated at her dramatic shift in mood, oddly proud that his spell failed so spectacularly. “It’s quite fetching if I do say so myself.” He wheezed, struggling to catch his breath.
“It’s your hairstyle. Of course , you like it!”
“I must insist you keep this incident to yourself. I have a reputation to uphold.” Stifling the remnants of his laughter, Ominis feigned a stern expression.
Primrose snorted endearingly, devoid of any grace. “Maybe I should adopt this style permanently... I just need to perfect the scowl and that fancy accent of yours.”
“I beg your pardon, but as we are in the United Kingdom, you are the one with the accent.”
“ Oh! I suppose you’re right.”
“As I usually am.”
“So modest, too.”
“I most certainly am not that. I am in Slytherin for a reason, after all.” Their laughter tapered off, the awkwardness from earlier peeling away like the outer flesh of an overripe orange, leaving them with a hesitant camaraderie and a shy attraction.
“Ominis…” Primrose cleared her throat, sucking in a deep breath. “For earlier, I-”
“It’s the heat.” They had just pulled a shadow of warmth between them. Ominis would not allow her to fall back into her panicked state. “Your hormones during this time will drive you to say and do things you would normally never consider.”
“But I…The way I grabbed you and…We don’t even know each other! How could I do such a thing? I-I touched you- your…I violated you, Ominis!” Her voice cracked and she sniffled, threatening to burst into tears once more.
He anticipated this reaction, but it ached, every part of him wanted nothing more than to wrap her petite frame in his arms and promise he would carry her through the next few days…To vow everything would be okay, that he would ground her…But Ominis couldn’t, they were little more than strangers without the direction of their instincts.
“ Primrose .” He made his tone even, commanding- determined to be the voice of reason he was known to be. With slow steps forward, he reached out, hesitantly resting his hands on her shoulders, his grip firm but gentle.
She smelled delicious, even with the burnt undertone to her scent. Oranges and Cinnamon bread.
A perfect fusion.
“If you must know, I was under the influence of my instincts as well, and I…tasted you, more than once…Did you enjoy it when my mouth was on you?” She didn’t need to know that his alpha was gone for the second time he feasted upon her cunt.
A long moment passed as she shifted under his hands, inching closer.
“Y-Yes.” Her whisper was breathy, barely audible over the pounding cadence of their heartbeats.
Pride welled sharply within him, more potent now than for any academic or personal achievement he’d ever had.
“Yes, what?” He held back a grin, unable to keep himself from teasing her.
“Yes, I- I enjoyed it when your- “ Her voice trailed off, and she huffed, hot breath fanned his neck and he shivered. “When your mouth was on me.” His cock twitched in his trousers and Ominis willed his body to settle.
“Do you feel… Violated?” His hands clenched over her shoulders and he struggled not to fidget. The air tensed around him as he impatiently waited for her response. Ominis intended to court her properly, but his strategy of approach relied heavily on her answer.
“ No! No, I don’t! It was amazing! You were amazing. I feel I should thank you or…should shake your hand for a job well done?”
“...You wish to extend your hand in recognition of my successful endeavor to bring you pleasure?” He stifled a laugh, biting his lip to hold back his amusement.
“Is that…unusual?”
“No, no ... This is entirely customary, of course.” It was remarkably unusual, but Ominis couldn’t resist playing along. Adapting an air of professional decorum, he extended his hand towards Primrose, suppressing his rising chuckle. “Every man aspires to such a commendation, I’m sure.”
Any excuse to keep his hands on her person was an excuse Ominis was glad to make...
“Ehem.” her hand folded demurely into his, delicate fingers clasping with surprising force. “Thank you for…for…”
“ For?”
“Ominis, I don’t think I can say it…oh, this is so embarrassing. Don’t look at me…”
“I assure you, that is the one thing I can not do.” He snorted, brow raised.
“Ah, I’m sorry, I meant-“
“Now, don’t stray off-topic. You’ve set us on this course, so it’s only fitting we see it through.” His lips twitched, his enjoyment of their ludicrous interaction shining through. “ Carry on ”
“You’re mocking me, aren’t you?”
“Why, I’d never.”
“You’re horrible!” She retorted, laughter in her voice as she withdrew her hand from his. He let her have her space, even though he instantly missed the warmth of her touch.
Ominis yearned for her laughter to continue, but he couldn’t let Primrose’s concerns go unaddressed.
“Primrose, about what you said earlier…Though we had little choice in the matter, I must confess, I relished every moment spent with you.” The words felt raw on his tongue, exposing a part of himself that he guarded fiercely. Ominis was as zealously protective of his privacy as he was of his friendships. Revealing his emotions in such a naked, unvarnished manner was contradictory to his nature…
Primrose...She required something from him, something he lacked the experience or insight to provide …For now, at least. He didn’t know Primrose well enough to presume her wants either.
His honesty- as much as he was willing to share - would have to be enough to soothe Primrose for now.
“There are matters we must address during this temporary reprieve.”
“I understand, and I-” Her demeanor soured, her scent taking on a heavy burnt flavor that made Ominis wince. “Wait…What do you mean by temporary reprieve? That wasn’t my whole heat? There’s more?”