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The goddess Sothis could not stay long in the land of Fódlan; thus, she chose a beta no one in the world knew about as her vessel to be granted sanctity as a deity in his own right and act as her emissary and right hand. In the heart of Zanado, Byleth governs the Nabateans and the pious humans who follow Sothis’ teachings as their God-King. It is not without strife nor turmoil, but he has maintained a sense of peace most of the time during his reign with Sothis’ guidance. It has been centuries since he was a beta and a human, and he doesn't remembers who he was, but a part of him misses the days when no one knew his name and he simply fished without a care. The people he knew as a human are a blur in his mind’s eye, and the subjects he befriends age and wither before his eyes. The Nabateans are his only lasting companions, yet he still feels something to be missing from his life. Whatever could it be? He does his duties and spreads Sothis’ teachings in her stead. He keeps the continent stable and resolves conflict efficiently and avoids war when possible. Strong bonds have been forged with people he would consider to be his family; Sothis, Cethleann, and Cichol to name a few. There is a barrenness to him, one which he doesn’t understand, and he ponders it from time to time as he witnesses technology develop, countries rise and fall, and people who he once drank with become myth and legend.
Byleth strolls along the pale fortified walls of his castle, overseeing the bustling metropolis of Zanado as the first rays of dawn break over the mountains and spill into the valley. The wind is gentle and caresses his long verdurous locks and the revealing violet robes hanging from his muscular physique. He stops at the circular end of the battlement and absent-mindedly fiddles with the ribbon in his braid as he contemplates the busy day ahead of him. The God-King is torn from his idleness when he hears footsteps approach from behind him.
“Your Holiness, there is a matter that should be brought to your attention,” Cichol says.
“This early in the morning?” Byleth turns to the omega with a curt look on his face. He’d hope to be brought important matters after he had his breakfast. It’s difficult for him to focus on such things with an empty stomach.
“Yes, it is regarding the reports of mass butchery and missing soldiers in the north.”
Byleth sighs. “That grisly ordeal has been a headache for years. So, has the horned demon been caught or killed?”
The high priest nods. “Yes, the fiend has been apprehended by several groups of bounty hunters working for Cornelia. He is to be sold off in her auction house.”
“Cornelia The Collector? That means the rumors of him being a demon of Hell is true.”
“Not quite, Your Holiness. We do not know what he truly is, but Cornelia claims he is a Divine Beast not from this land.”
“What?” Byleth’s eyes widen. Divine Beast is often what the humans call the Nabateans. They are supposedly legend and Nabateans hide their identity and live among humans or in absolute seclusion. “Is he Nabatean?”
“I highly doubt it.”
There are many lands- worlds beyond Sothis’ reach. The goddess herself came from a place beyond the stars, it wouldn’t be out of the question for something else to appear. A beast that is declared sacred, or is a deity in its own right? Byleth presses his hand to his mouth in thought, pondering how this came to be. How did he arrive in Fódlan? Was it on purpose or by accident? What led him to kill? Could he have been corrupted or is this the so-called Divine Beast’s nature?
Byleth pulls himself out of his musing and looks straight into Seteth’s eyes. “When will he be auctioned?”
“Tonight.”
The covetous collector of exotic beasts, Cornelia is her name, is garbed in a silk stola that doesn’t hide how buxom she is. The strawberry-blonde alpha greets Byleth upon his arrival at her white marble auction house. The building is elaborate, pillars dominate, and banners representing her hang on two columns. A sight that signals the vast wealth she has accumulated through her morally dubious trade. While Byleth has no proof, rumors have it she not only captures and trades beasts but traffics Nabateans and humans as well. He’s been trying to find concrete evidence so he may finally send her to the sword, but alas, nothing yet. Sothis has been nagging him incessantly to look deeper into the matter, yet he is already torn so thin, and his spies hadn’t unearthed enough to incriminate. The shrewd woman is more slippery than an eel.
The merchant’s cyan eyes gleams of gold, lips pulled into a vulpine smile, and a bounce to her walk that could only be restrained anticipation. Cornelia knows she will make a fortune this night. Byleth recognizes many of the bidders swarmed in the lobby to be from across the sea, and some are not even humans but Nabateans and beings whom the pagans worship. Do they seek the Divine Beast as well? His presence doesn’t draw as much attention as he expected, but perhaps it would have on another night since hearsay about the Divine Beast is on everyone’s lips. The gremory leads him to the best seat in the auction house, provides him with his number, and leaves a servant pale as a corpse behind in case he needs anything fetched.
The auction begins and the explosion of voices bidding their price for rarities sound followed by low voices. Renowned weaponry, seized foreign craftsmanship, exotic animals, unique gemstones; the auction is long and the least valuable is presented first to the audience with loose purse strings. Byleth has no interest such things and simply passes the boredom by sipping on wine and eating the dainty appetizers. He could have anything in the world should he choose to abuse his power and wealth, but he doesn’t care. It is just material things that humans have priced and obsessed over. Useless to him, truthfully. He listens to his advisers on how to spend it for Fódlan, but other than that it is merely cumbersome weight that glimmers in the vault he protects diligently.
“I should hire the chef after this is all over,” Byleth notes out loud as he eats another roasted date stuffed with pine nuts and feta and wrapped in bacon. “These are to die for.” As of now the only worthwhile thing he had found are these dishes. Why is no one wanting to eat these and are instead bidding on a wild albino wyvern that acts like it wants to eat everyone?
The merchant saunters onto the stage to announce the next item to be sold.
“Now it is time for what you have been waiting for!” She smiles deviously. “A creature like no other that has never been seen before from any corner of the world! The One-Eyed Demon that terrorized the harsh north!”
The chatter of elite with too fat of purses halts to a dead silence. A dropped coin could be heard from the entrance. Everyone will see a sight not from this world that few have witnessed- and even fewer lived to tell the tale. What exactly about the Divine Beast do they want so desperately when it is a known fact that he will not shy from killing? Is it the power of having ownership over someone like that? Or are they merely here to bear witness but not bid a single coin?
Cornelia gestures and before he can even see him, Byleth can smell him. An omega with a strong and rugged scent like an alpha. He’s not in heat, but the scent is intoxicating and familiar. He picks his brain to place words to the aroma that has already captivated him. Fresh frost and the potent earthy aroma of a pine forest amid the cold winters of the boreal forests to the north; rich and frothy cream with a subtle hint of vanilla; a calming floral scent like chamomile. But why does he feel like he knows this scent? He wants to label it with the word home. A home he aches for but never have known.
Several guards holding thick chains come out leading the auctioned prize to the center of the stage. Although he doesn’t use his Divine Pulse, time does feel to stop as he takes in the Divine Beast’s appearance. A restrained and completely nude giant of a man pass two meters tall, shaggy blond hair like a field of golden wheat ready for harvest, and a bulky, muscular form. Interestingly enough, the omega has the visage of a human with bull features. Long black horns that subtlety curve forwards and are longer than Byleth’s arm, lengthy furry ears, and a tail the same color as his horns. Although he is trying to focus on the Divine Beast’s face, his eyes cannot help but wander lower. His pecs are massive with each puffy nipple pierced and connected by an ornate chain, a small waist that is a stark contrast from his broad shoulders, legs shaped inhumanly and covered in short ebony fur with cloven hooves like a bovine’s, and a huge cock that resembles a horse’s. He is flaccid of course, but the girth and length puts all others to shame as it hangs low with the balls to match. Hung like a horse is not just an expression in this case. The size is highly unusual for an omega and remarkable for even an alpha. His hands are bound behind his back so there is no way for him to attempt to be modest in this humiliating situation. Byleth can’t help but smile as he drinks in the sight of bull’s form, and he is glad for the metal tabards that hangs from his chest to beyond his groin since that is the only thing hiding his interest slipping out from his slit. It’s been a long time, too long, since someone has piqued his interest. A beautiful man who is as brilliant as a bright and clear summer's day; whose hair would sheen like gold from the sun's radiance.
“A sight to behold, everyone!” Cornelia hollers. “Not only is the highlight of tonight a gorgeous male omega with bull features, but he has miraculous abilities! The strength to lift an ox with ease! The stamina to endure anything! I have no doubt he can be used to please an army of alphas should you engage with him.” She smirks, then cackles.
“But I haven’t yet told everyone what he truly is, have I? Not an animal hybrid or a demon. He is a Divine Beast from a place within the stars. The milk that he produces is sacred, and should the conditions be right, his milk will heal wounds and extend one’s lifespan hundreds of years!” Her theatrical gestures continue as she makes the sales pitch that will make her the richest person in the world.
“Now, I know what everyone is thinking: But is he tame? Will he turn on me? How could I know I won’t get killed when he’s the one who caused mass bloodshed in the north? Those are valid thoughts indeed. However, he is on a medication that makes him docile and harmless.” A guard holding one of the chains kicks the back of his knee, forcing the bull to fall to his knees.
“Perfectly obedient and submissive.”
That is rich considering how the Divine Beast is gritting his teeth through his dog muzzle like he is imagining tearing her apart and there is foam seeping from the corners of his mouth. He is subdued now, but once he recovers, he will paint the stage with her blood. The title of divine is dubious concerning the hybrid, but he is clearly bestial. Even from here, Byleth can perceive the hatred burning within him. If he weren’t drugged, he would torture the woman who captured him.
“Now then, who will win the privilege to purchase this beast?!”
An outburst of voices bellowing their price rings Byleth’s ears as every last one of them salivate like starved animals at the thought of obtaining the Divine Beast. Human and Nabatean alike, they are all so frivolous and greedy for what they do not have. While many desire to use him as a weapon or breed him like the world’s most expensive omega, it is certain that all the humans are instead desperate to win for the promise of eternal life that the bull may potentially bestow. No human knows of Byleth’s immortality as every fifty years he changes his guise, but should they discover it, he is certain he too would be auctioned because of the power his blood holds. In this cesspit of greed, the arousal he initially had for the Divine Beast is dampened by disgust he has for those around him. Its with moments like this he wonders why he bothers guiding humanity in her stead. And how he feels his efforts are futile.
The shouts of numbers fade to a numbness as Byleth focuses on the omega. Spread across the vast canvas of muscle are countless scars and wounds- both fresh and nearly healed. Bruises blot his fair skin, weeping cuts, and recent cruor. In addition to the hands bound in chains and a metal collar with multiple chains, he is also muzzled and blinded. If the claim of lifting an ox is true, then the bondage couldn’t contain him and that would be why he is drugged. While his chest is alluring and the thought of grabbing them is causing Byleth to dig his fingers into the arms of his chair, the expansive black bruises on them that center around his nipples worry him. These wounds were not merely from his feral rampage and capture. The wounds and scars on the Divine Beast’s body tell a story, one that Byleth plans to read. The reports that are traced to the omega are brutal indeed, killed in a way impossible for a human or Nabatean to be capable of, but there is a particular pattern to them. All were either soldiers, bandits, hunters, or slavers who aimed to capture him. No one until his captivity survived. All who saw him and lived to spread the word were peasants or clergy, innocents who wouldn’t had gorged the Divine Beast. Byleth can ascertain he was provoked and defended himself, but unfortunately lost his senses in a blood fury instead of delivering a clean death to his assailants. The God-King can sense that the bull is kind and sincere, but there lies a consuming darkness within that crawls at him and rears its head with cruelty when it is drawn out.
Lost in another deity’s domain without his maker. Hunted. Captured. Tortured. Drugged. And sold like prized cattle to be used until he dies.
The numbers go up and up, each bidding a little more than the other. This bore is dragging out far too long and he has eaten all the food provided. Everyone is heating up the room with their stifling air and giving the God-King a headache from their intolerable voices. If he didn’t have all the time that this earth has, he would say this would be a complete waste of the supposedly precious concept. Maybe he’s being cruel and inconsiderate to them, getting their hopes up they may see and bid for the Divine Beast. Because as soon as he saw him, Byleth knew he will be his. That omega has more power than the harpy claimed, since he has enthralled an immortal who had grown wary of endless life and all it had to offer to him.
“We are up to fifty million! Anyone else want to try to buy their immortality?”
It’s all a lie. Someone like Cornelia would never give up the Divine Beast’s ability for all the gold in the entire world. For him to be auctioned tonight, it means either he never possessed such abilities, or his powers have been sapped and he can no longer produce milk. The latter is likely the truth as told by the abused black nipples. She used him for everything he had, so instead of killing him she will swindle the gullible and wealthy to make use of him one last time. He doesn’t care about the Divine Beast’s abilities, whether they are true or exaggerated or an utter lie. If he isn’t immortal than he shall make him.
“Anyone else? Does ANYONE want to outbid Lord Thales? Well?” In her theatrics she places a finger to her lips. “No? Going once, going twice-”
“Five tons of gold.”
The entire conventicle of magpies turns their heads and gaze upon Byleth in awe. Murmurs of their surprise of the God-King being among them and gossip of does he intend to become more than an avatar of Sothis. Cornelia herself is mute, blinking once as though she must not believe her own ears. In all the vast wealth that many have accumulated here, none holds such an obscene amount. Byleth sits in this auction bidding half of the current gold sealed in the treasury. He does not plan to hand it over to the harpy.
A dragon who fiercely guards his hoard of gold, the Divine Beast will become his most valuable treasure.
“I bid five tons of gold for him,” he speaks louder.
“Your Holiness,” the witch purrs, “I expected you to return to your castle with him this night, however, I did not predict you to bid half of Zanado’s wealth. A pleasant surprise indeed.”
Byleth gracefully ascends the stage and shoves the number he was given into Cornelia’s hands. “When I laid my eyes on him, this became not an auction of exotics, rather a marriage market. It’s not to you I would pay a dowery, only to the Divine Beast’s maker should they wish of it, that is, if the lovely omega accepts me as his alpha.”
Her expression sours and shows the wicked woman she is underneath her coquettish smile. “What is the meaning of this?!”
The God-King stares coldly into her furious eyes. “I present you with two options, Cornelia. Give him to me without protest or die.”
“You may be God-King, but this is my domain and my goods to auction!”
Magic cackles at her manicured fingertips and she whispers words in a vulgar and ancient tongue.
“Out of my sight.” With a wave of a hand Cornelia is instantly reduced to a large blood splatter on the stage and audience themselves. In the use of his powers, he reveals to everyone how he truly looks beneath his human guise- Draconic features refine his form. White yet Iridescent scales partially cover his skin, four horns curl from his skull, a pair of wings with an immense span sprout from his back, and a reptilian tail swishes underneath his robes. His nails morph into claws and pupils slit like a viper’s. A glow not unlike the stars on a clear night emits from his hair, scales, and eyes
Before the avaricious could respond further to being drenched in warm blood and witnessing a half-dragon before them, Byleth uses his Divine Pulse and manipulates the time of the world around him and the Divine Beast to freeze. It’s comical to witness their surprise plastered onto their stiff faces with eyes like a dead fish in the pocket of time he had created. Now that the onlookers are dealt with, the deity approaches the Divine Beast calmly who snarls as he draws near.
“I’m here to help you. They are no longer a threat to you anymore,” he soothes, and unties the cloth blinding him. The omega sluggishly peers up at Byleth with only one good eye. A beautiful color. Pale and bright, the color of a fair midday’s sky. The other is scarred over, and the depression implies the eyeball is missing. He is still long gone in a daze from his drugged state. Byleth cups his cheek around the muzzle and chants a short phrase to conjure a healing faith spell. The bull groans and leans into his touch; the harshness in his expression eases as the magic courses through his body. Gradually, Byleth sees light appear in his lone eye and the man awakens from the bog that he was submerged in. He subtlety smiles at the blond, admiring the beauty of his face.
“A dragon goddess,” the Divine Beast breathes. His voice is deep and rough, but without emotion. He remains kneeling on the stage floor. “You appeared, after I have given up hope these last years, and smell as I remembered.”
Byleth chuckles in response. He’s aware how androgynous his face is. “Have you caught a whiff of my scent before? What is your name, beautiful?”
The blond hardens his expression. He stares at him, searching for something but consigns and instead scans his eye around and focuses on the crimson stain. “So, you killed her. A pity it was not by my own hands. That woman kept people who all had hair like yours in the cages near mine. I pray it was excruciating. She deserved no sympathy nor mercy.”
The rumors were true. All more reason to have eliminated her. The bull ignored his initial question so he asks him again, “Your name, pet? If you do not tell me your name, I’ll create one for you.”
“Does it matter to know the name of a corpse cursed to wander?”
“Is that so?” With a finger he tilts the omega’s chin and inspects his face with scrutiny. “Regardless of your name, to others you will be known as prince-consort to the God-King. I’ve never cared for others, no matter how beautiful or kind or how strong their scent in heat was, but I want you to be my omega. Perhaps in another lifetime you were mine: my most precious paragon.”
“Is that a proposal or a divine decree, Your Holiness?”
Byleth doesn’t respond, simply smiling at his new priceless treasure.
“Di- Dimitri.”
“Dimitri?” Byleth echoes.
“It was my name, a long time ago. No one alive has spoken it and the dead lost their ability to form words decades ago. I nearly forgotten it myself.”
The mint-haired man moves his hand to grip Dimitri’s neck above the chained collar. “You speak as though you’re a corpse, but your blood runs hot.” He ghosts the scarred skin of the bull and ends up groping an enormous pec. “A harsh life you’ve lived, I can’t imagine your past. I shall alleviate your wounds, my Dimitri. Would you like me to remove your bondage and muzzle, sweet prince?”
“Do what you will, dragon god; leave me in bondage, heal me or kill me if you can. Consort or slave or feast, I care not what becomes of me.”
The disregard for his life and apathy in the omega’s tone pains Byleth to hear. Whatever life he had led up to this point has led him a broken man who only remembers suffering, thus Byleth shall render him mindless to forget what haunts him.
“What I will?” He tugs on the muzzle and leans down close. “What I will is to have you always carry my eggs.” He coaxes the blond to lay on his back and he straddles him. Scaled hands reach down and caresses the ample and Injured mass of Dimitri’s chest, cupping each and allowing the flesh to spill between his fingers. He gently rolls the bruised nipples between his thumb and index, ascertaining the damage. The dragon hums a chant and massages the bull’s chest, manipulating the softened muscle and imbuing his hands with the spell. The stern and grim look to his eye slowly fades away to tranquility as he continues to massage the vast pecs.
The bruises and cuts heal from his blessing. The Divine Beasts can’t hide his moans of pleasure in response to Byleth’s skilled ministration, nor can he hide the need that prods against him. He continues to heal Dimitri’s body through the massage until not a single wound remains and white seeps from his erect and rosy nipples once again. This must be the milk that the harpy spoke of, the nectar of immortality. Although he’s healed now, Byleth doesn’t cease his attention to the massive mounds, squeezing and kneading until the white runs like a river and the omega squirms beneath him. He licks a stripe up his torso and collects the milk on his tongue, ending the trail to suck on a nipple. Delicious and creamy with a subtle hint of vanilla and honey, another familiar sensation he shouldn’t know. Once he’s satisfied with his work and sees that his new consort is close to completion, he abruptly halts. He stops straddling the divine bull and flips him to lie on his front, smashing his pecs and grinding his enormous cock into the stage.
Byleth lies on top of him and holds the bull down with one claw gripping his bound forearms and another grasping his neck, leaning to his ear, and whispering, “You are my omega now, Dimitri. I’ll keep you safe from those who wish to harm and exploit you. You will want for nothing, because I will see to it that every need and want is fulfilled. All I ask of you to do for me is to swell with my eggs and witness the end of time with me.” He maneuvers himself back enough so that his other claw may find his entrance. He presses against the small hole and moves towards his cock, finding that hidden by his heavy balls and cock is the other hole- one that is drenched wet and begging to be filled. When he is not carrying Byleth’s heir, his womb will always be full of his eggs.
“I’ll lay some smaller ones inside you now, to practice. When I go into heat, they’ll be larger for you.” Byleth inserts two fingers inside him, seeking deep and finding out how wet his walls are with need. He fingers him, jabbing in and out, until Dimitri becomes close again. He’s determined to draw this out and not allow the cow a release yet. Byleth waits, ignoring his own need pressing through the metal tabard and against the muscular rear, until Dimitri growls and moves his hips back.
The dragon removes the conflicting metal article and allows both of his serpentine members to lay on Dimitri. The tapered and spiked cocks completely retracted from his slit and even his own hole leading to his womb is soaked and open with want. He humps against Dimitri a few times, enjoying the firmness of his rear and teasing him of what’s to come.
“You don’t seem surprised I have two. Why so quiet, Dima?”
“You are a dragon. I cannot be surprised when you are not even a mortal.”
He releases his grasp on Dimitri’s neck and kneels with his back straight to aim and slowly slides one cock inside the bull, gauging the other’s reaction, who only grunts and quivers slightly, and enjoying the warmth of him. He turns his gaze to the audience ignorant of Byleth consummating his marriage to Dimitri. A part of him wants to lift the veil as he is deep in the Divine Beast’s hole. Tempting. So very tempting. Maybe he will, but not now, later when his prince has reached upmost bliss. Dimitri pushes back on the dragon, encouraging him to move instead of using him to warm his cock. The neediness brings out a mischievous side from Byleth and he purposely stays still inside him longer, instead opting to move the hand on his bound arms and trace the multitude of scars on the omega’s back.
Once he’s certain he has teased his prince long enough, he completely withdraws and thrusts both of his cocks within simultaneously. Dimitri’s moans are a delicious treat to his ears and he accommodates him well, his hot and wet walls gripping onto the cocks with lascivious vigor.
“If you tease me with waiting any longer, I will break the bonds and move you instead like a toy.”
Byleth’s cock twitches to his words. His cow isn’t all that obedient and has a bite to him. He’s almost swayed to change their roles and have the omega ride his cocks with the supposed might that crushed skulls and armor.
“Enticing.” Is all Byleth has to say as he pulls the chain connecting to the bull’s collar harshly, forcing his back to arch such a curve it makes the dragon shiver from delight. He withdraws nearly all the way out and slams back with punishment. Dimitri’s sweat collects on the dragon’s scales and in the silence of the time hole Byleth had created, the only sounds are the lewd slapping of flesh, grunts and groans, and low yet saccharine moans of Dimitri.
Deeper. He wants to go deeper. Byleth pommels inside him with zeal, losing himself in the pleasure as he watches those pecs and cock bounce with every smack. As he approaches his limit he quickens his thrusts, going after him like an animal that only knows how to breed. His mind begins to cloud over but he can still see the lust on the bulls face and the heated breath and saliva seeping out of the muzzle. The wooden floor beneath them is wet with white from the milk that continuously flows from Dimitri’s nipples. The sounds and the sensation; the sight alone of the beautiful yet deadly beast sends him over. Another pound to the spot that makes him sing the loudest and the blond comes with a shameless moan. His horse cock unloads an absurd amount of white onto the floor and he clamps down tightly onto Byleth’s cocks with such a force that it commands him to come inside him. This treasure has sharp edges to him, nevertheless he will treat him like the prize he is. Byleth yanks Dmitri by the collar so tightly he forces him to be vertical and bites down on his scent glands at his neck, letting the blood flow down his back as his womb fills with blistering seed. Webbed wings flap unconsciously and his tail swishes when another familiar essence rivets his tongue.
“Breed me, Byleth!”
Breeding is what he is doing. He loosens his grip on the chain and allows Dimitri to return to the floor. The dragon lies his body over the bull’s back, groping the large pecs and lazily thrusts throughout his high, and the prince milks him for all he has. He can hardly see with his vision a blur and mind full of only the omega. After he calms down from his climax, he realizes that he has not told him his name. Although, despite living away from civilization, he could have heard of God-King Byleth. He knew that Byleth was the God-King from overhearing the harpy. Perhaps that is all there is to it.
The Divine Pulse unravels itself and Byleth reveals to the audience their consummation of marriage. They’ll have a proper ceremony later, but for now he will show all those slavering over Dimitri who he belongs to now. As they resume animation and realize the smear that was once Cornelia paints some of them, panic ensures. The yells and screams are grating and he begins to regret resuming time.
“Silence!” The dragon casts a spell to petrify their movements and tongues.
“Everyone here will witness me claiming the Divine Beast! No one is allowed to leave!” He thrusts into Dimitri. “No one is allowed to move or even whisper!”
The dragon isn’t satisfied yet, and he knows Dimitri is a long way before he is raptured. They change the positions often, making more of mess that Byleth hopes will not be in the report back to Cichol, who would then tell Sothis to scold Byleth for breeding his divine bull in public and revealing his draconian form. But that’s a problem for tomorrow.
Being a vessel and avatar of the goddess, her blessing made his form like that of a Nabatean. He was born a mere beta, but after the divination he is not a beta, omega, nor alpha. Rather, he is all three in one. He can control his scent to a point is as though he has none like a beta, but experiences the ruts of an alpha and the heats of an omega. Truly a strange thing. Sothis herself is the same way and none of her children are like herself or Byleth. Dimitri smells more like an alpha and has the equipment of an omega, but that enormous cock belongs to no omega. In time he will learn his new consort’s body. Slowly and surely, committing every detail to memory that even a millennium apart could never hope to fade or erase. He can feel within the empty and small eggs that develop in his womb move down to his egg-depositing cock. He can deposit or lay with both of his anatomy.
Byleth lies his consort on his back and spreads his bovine-like furred legs. They’re soft, just like his hair and ears. He is nearly about to dive in when he notices his Crest on the chiseled and hardened torso of his lover. The Crest of Flames on his womb. He had impregnated him already, despite neither of them being in season. Is his seed that potent or is the cow that fertile? Hard to say when Byleth has never bred another before. He was in fact a vestal deity before tonight, as over the centuries he have not had a single person he wanted to spend his ruts and heats with. He ghosts the mark with a gentle smile to his lips and a longing that used to crawl within him no longer dulls his senses. At long last, he has his consort, who he will breed nightly and curl up to sleep with him tucked in his limbs in his true draconic form. He had everything in his grasp but the gold many covet wasn’t remotely of his desire. Nor was it his desire to have all the omegas and alphas he could’ve want despite those same ones would never bat an eye to another beta. The gold and gems he covets are the strands of pale gold on the bull’s head and the moonstone eye that hides a secret, and the only scent he wishes to smell is before him.
“Your smile is downright mesmerizing, Byleth.” Again, he says the dragon’s name, as though his name is a prayer. Byleth leans down and removes the muzzles so he may finally kiss his consort. Their lips melt and their tongues explore one another. The dragon’s tongue is long and slim, and Dimitri moans when it descends his throat.
The God-King enters his cocks again, gently thrusting with a long and steady motion as he sprouts his desires to breed his omega against his neck and pecs. He feels the eggs move and exit his member, fitting itself perfectly within the cum-filled heat of the bull. With each egg that passes his wings quiver and Dimitri moans and squirms underneath him as he is filled. He begs Byleth for more, and after the fourth egg his restraint on his strength falters and Dimitri breaks the chains binding his arms as though they were paper. He flails his arms and arches his back up. Such monstrous yet alluring strength, Byleth knows Dimitri must’ve felt how he twitch greatly inside him as he laid another egg.
Only three more to go, the dragon praises his omega and stokes his massive cock. When the final egg rests inside Dimitri, he comes with a cry. The seed doesn’t quite shoot on his chest and face, but splashes from the obscene amount. He continues to fuck the eggs inside him, and when he is at the tipping point Byleth pulls out and stains Dimitri white.
When the shuddering sensation finishes coursing through his nerves, Byleth leans back to witness his art. Dimitri, the supposedly demon of the north and Divine Beast, blushing red and panting, a beguiling expression that Byleth wishes to always see. Marks and bites decorate his pale skin, and seed and milk soak his muscles. The glow from the womb crest radiates through the white and the gargantuan cock still stands proudly. How much vitality does this deity have? A mass of seed spills from his hole and an elongated oval egg peaks out. There’s a bulge in his stomach from them, and it entices the dragon more to know he not only breed his omega but also made him brimming with eggs. Dimitri moves his hand and forms a V with his fingers, pushing back the muscle of his hole, showcasing the egg to the dragon.
"Look, beloved. Did I do well?" The tenderness in his voice is such a distinction from the growls and rough tones from when he first spoke.
"Perfection. You did so well for me, Dimitri."
The bull shyly smiles and shifts and an egg unfortunately pops out, so Byleth pushes it back. The eggs he produces are pearlescent, but Dimitri is a beauty that renders even the most priceless pearl a dull and lackluster mineral.
He puts his palm to his omega’s face and wipes away a tear that dripped from his one good eye. Dimitri rubs his cheek against him, putting his own hand over Byleth’s and inhaling his scent.
“You acted as though I was a stranger, yet you still make love to me with the same passion as you did countless of times before,” Dimitri murmurs.
The implication of that sentence startles him and he inquires further. “What did you say?”
“You sent me here, Byleth. You explained to me there are boundless of worlds. When Fódlan was destroyed and you were at death’s door, you sent me away against my will and told me to follow your scent to another timeline.”
The revelation that Dimitri has revealed to him leaves him dumbfounded. Another world and timeline? Dimitri is truly from a place beyond? And they were lovers there as well, yet he was dying and sent his prince away to what he would’ve hoped was safety. It’s a tremendous amount to process and while Byleth has many questions, not seem to leave his tongue. He had already known about other worlds and timelines, and suspected the Divine Beast to be from somewhere beyond his domain, but he didn’t truly anticipate the truth of it, nor how they were lovers before. And are lovers again.
“It is a lot to take in, I understand. However, you are not absolutely surprised, are you, my beloved? He-you told me that you’ll wait for me, even if it takes a thousand years.”
“Is that why your scent is familiar? Sothis must’ve made fragments of the other Byleth manifest within me. Of course she would. She knew I would’ve fallen for you nonetheless, but she wanted to hurry it up before her next decade long nap.”
Is it his imagination or does he hear the goddess snicker in his ear?
“Sothis, let me fuck this man without you watching, please,” he whispers to her.
“When you spotted your omega, my eyes and ears became shut to you unless you speak my name, Byleth. But I cannot say the same for your seized audience of spectators,” she answers him within his mind.
“I would gladly answer any question you may have, Byleth. But first, well-“ Dimitri pauses and glances to the captivated audience. “Let’s save that lengthy conversation for a time I am not full with your eggs before an unwilling audience.”
Byleth rather not deal with the headache that will follow regarding this, so he reverses the time of the audience to a point they do not remember a single thing that happened. To their knowledge, after the white wyvern Cornelia disappeared and never came back, and the Divine Beast was never shown. As thrilling it is to consummate his marriage before those magpies, the feral act and worst part being he revealed his half-draconic form will result in him receiving enough scoldings and lectures from Cichol to last into the next century.
Several moons have passed since their encounter. Byleth formally announced his marriage to the omega, claiming he is a rare being from across the ocean, and held the traditional ceremony of their consummation within the cathedral to Sothis and before Fódlan’s nobles. Dimitri has grown large and heavy with child and his pecs bursting with milk, making the tailored clothes Byleth had initially commissioned for his consort too tight in the stomach and chest. The bull eats everything and anything, especially cheese and fish. And cheese ON fish. Byleth thought him a madman to put Gautier cheese on white fish, but after seeing the almost childlike glee when he gobbled down the dish made Byleth want to try it. It turned out delicious. Dimitri has no sense of taste, so takes pleasure in the texture and aroma of the dish. Byleth lost track of the times Dimitri would leave in the night for a snack, only to find the prince in the kitchen eating an entire wheel. And mind you this is no small cheese wheel rather several pounds of cheese.
The darkness within the omega will always remain, he realized not long after. Gradually, Dimitri opened to Byleth about his past and what made him the man he is today. Oddly enough, the more Dimitri speaks of his life before, the more memories flood into his mind, to a point he knows of events and stories that Dimitri hasn’t mentioned yet. The past still inflicts the kind prince, and his visions of the dead and self-loathing worsens as the pregnancy causes him mood swings. Time and time again he soothes his consort to sleep, shielding him as best as he can from the horrors plaguing his mind. A deity in his own right, yet he finds his powers have their limitations and all he has instead are his words and warmth.
Over time the life the other Byleth led feel to be his own, and that he had been waiting for his prince to find him for thousands of years.