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“What is it?”
A cheery trill resounds in the soulless grey metallic yet futuristic room inhabiting the Herrscher of Finality as the cocoon snuggles against her belly in its tiny egg form. It makes yet another sound, uncannily similar to a kitten’s purr.
Kiana looks at it with half lidded eyes, knowing this very existence was the cause of almost every misery that had happened in her life. In most people's lives perhaps. It would have made her feel vicarious anger and resentment towards the egg-like being in the past. It should have made her hate this existence with all her being. It made sense after all.
She raises her hand and pets it tenderly.
“Aren’t you being quite cuddly today?” Kiana coos out, the cocoon trilling in response; doing a light air bounce as if trying to explain its excitement.
Maybe the past Kiana would have tried to quite literally fry this so-called abomination of being.
The current Kiana, however, adores her new companion.
After all, there were little to no complaints one could have about someone who was quite literally the only being you could possibly interact with. For all she knew, this egg was the only thing anchoring her to a semblance of her past self.
All the power she held in her hand, all the beings that bowed before her, worshipped her, meant nothing. It was insignificant. They were insignificant. Perhaps nothing mattered after all, she was the ‘One True’.
Truly, there was nothing she couldn’t conquer. None dared to question her authority, for she was the end.
No one could escape the end.
Could they?
Her hand pauses its ministrations. The cocoon whining, discontented, as it nudges her hand.
Her eyes flutter, a phantom ache in the back of her mind as her other hand reaches upward to rub the spot between her eyes; Eyebrows scrunching as a heat far too familiar starts burning her abdomen.
It was sudden, all too quick for her to adjust to. The cocoon starts vibrating threateningly, almost like a dog growling to protect its owner from a threat that was far too mysterious for its childish mind.
“I’m fine… It really didn’t occur to me… The suppressants Aunt Theresa provided could only hold for so long.” Kiana mutters with a half hearted smile, moving her hand to pat the egg again. The cocoon tilts slightly towards the left, as if questioning her. It makes her giggle, the similarities it held with those of the meagre beings belonging to the animal kingdom were far too amusing if someone asked her.
“Herrschers… We possess a biology not particularly different from those of regular humans. Most adopt the dominant role of a leader which makes them far more appealing and suitable to lead. It makes them more resilient, aggressive but overall a good and passionate ruler most of the time.” Kiana explains with a ghost of a smile on her face as the cocoon twirls around her, seemingly impressed with its creations thus far.
“Though as I had said earlier, most Herrschers adopt the role of a leader, a Prime Alpha … Though… the potency of being a Herrscher Alpha is much more different than that of a regular human alpha, they’re much more resilient to their ruts, stronger, physically and mentally… However, if they lose control…” Kiana trails off, idly poking the cocoon with her finger. A feverish blush works her way to her face as it burns with much fervour.
“Ahem! Anyway- The ones left are more subservient, their purpose isn’t to lead. After all, we had Alphas to take that role, to lead the charge and deal the most damage. The subservient ones, Prime Omegas, were more or less the ying to their yang, the ones to calm the Alphas when they entered a frenzied state of anger and hatred. A torrent of water to quell the rage of fire would be… a much more suitable term.” Kiana mumbles absentmindedly, her free hand subconsciously reaching towards the pair of bite marks on either side of her otherwise pristine neck.
The cocoon glides around her in giddy waves, as if asking her what she was. Kiana was half tempted to not tell it that its host wasn’t some all powerful alpha but instead a weak little omega.
Perhaps her heat had started to get the best of her.
“I, for a fact, am an Omega. A prime one at that.” Kiana says calmly, watching as the cocoon stops momentarily. A hint of concern flits across her wretched heart, though it gets crushed just as quickly as it appeared when she notices how the cocoon starts floating with much more enthuse.
Perhaps she should have been shocked. The fact that one of the strongest beings in existence didn’t acknowledge or rather in this case, care , whether its wielder was a natural born leader or not.
“It seems to me that you are perhaps grateful that my being has not been graced with the traits belonging to that of an Alpha” Kiana teases the cocoon with a small grin dancing on her lips. The cocoon tilts its shapely end up and down, making Kiana laugh with joy.
Perhaps she should share some big or little details with her egg often.
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It had been about 52 hours since the tell-tale signs of Kiana’s heat had started to become more and more prominent. Her pale complexion flushed, her hair sticking to her forehead. Slick pooled between her thighs in an never ending wave of arousal.
The cocoon could only bring her so much calm before hormones took over rationality. With all the signs of her terrible heat cycle, she willed her power to send the cocoon to another dimension with a promise to company it once again as soon as possible.
‘All this power and I lose myself in the face of an instinct to fuck like an animal in heat.’ Kiana chuckles self-deprecatingly. Her hand swipes over the empty space of a console, willing a hologram to appear.
“Call the Overseer, please.” Kiana says, voice as calm as someone possibly could hold with a pair of ruined panties and feverish appearance. The admin on the console raises her eyebrow curiously, a small tug of a grin on her face.
“My my, of course… Would you like some assistance in the meantime, Your Highness?” The admin says almost mockingly, seemingly amused by this new discovery. “No… Call. Please.” Kiana mutters out through clenched teeth, shutting down the comms in case of another snarky retort.
Kiana clenches her hand and unclenches it, feeling the vast power of eternity flickering briefly. A mere flick of her wrist and she could lay waste to multiple nations.
Mayhaps that will capture their attention?
Alphas often preferred stronger mates. After all, stronger mates meant stronger litter.
‘A child, huh…’ Kiana muses, her hand idly twirling around the flat of her stomach. The thought had occurred to her before. A family to call her own again, more intimately, perhaps they’d become a better student than her. A better chef, surely, after all her mates were far superior in culinary skill than anyone she had seen.
Her mates .
With an aching chest and a throat far too dry, she shuffles closer to the bar top. Leaning her weight on the jagged edge of the earthy mineral. Kiana raises her hand, gently pulling a bottle of water towards her and though the Herrscher of the End didn’t really need anything to sustain herself; water still provided her with a feeling of coolness.
The console pops up yet again, this time however it accompanied a face more familiar and much more appreciated.
“Nadia mailed me, said you were calling for me. It’s a bit earlier than our normal schedule… not that I’m complaining or anything!” Theresa rambles on, seemingly signing her piles upon piles of paperwork and much more which needed her immediate attention. Though the technology had advanced, the current overseer preferred the mechanical way of things. Made it a bit more humane, she says.
“The pills, I had run out of it a while ago. I requested Ms. Nadia to order some for me but it seems the package has been delayed…” Kiana trails off, shifting from one foot to another uncomfortably.
That however seemed to have caught the Overseer’s attention. She makes a sound akin to a growl and had Kiana been any weaker than her current state she’d have bared her neck. After all, no one liked an angry Aunt Theresa.
“I swear that woman…” The shorter woman curses out, whipping out her phone in a moment’s notice to call someone.
“Don’t go too harsh on her, Aunt Teri. I understand if the crew was busy with somethi-”
“Their one and only job is to make sure you are absolutely fine and comfortable up there. I fail to see how they can’t even do something as minimal as getting a package of medication among the various other items that go there every week…”
Kiana winces at the harsh tone of her Aunt, mentally praying for the crewmembers who were for sure getting chewed out by the veteran valkyrie.
“Anyway, how are you feeling? Are you cycling already or is there still time?” She shoots question after question at her niece with a concerned look. “Started… It’s been a while but I don’t think it’ll take more time.” Kiana replies smoothly, gently mussing her hair in annoyance.
“Should I send them up then?”
The wielder of finality pauses, momentarily shocked by the mere suggestion of sending her mates all the way up to her ‘home’. It was absurd, careless and not to mention mentally taxing .
Kiana shivers unconsciously, crimson flushing her cheeks as she whines. She nods meekly, “Alright, now that’s settled… I have a couple stupid people to check up on. Take care dear.” Theresa replies stiffly, pleasantly surprised by Kiana’s action. After all, this wasn’t the brash and careless teen she had helped raise and mould into the woman she had become today.
“...Thank you, Aunt Theresa.”
“You know… if you keep scratching your neck, you might just rip the skin off.” Bianka jests, firmly setting her pen down as she looks over to the far right corner of her office.
“Mhm…”
Mei hums out despondently, her hand subconsciously reaching upwards to scratch the redding patch on her normally collared neck. It wasn’t something that was uncommon, no. It could have been because of an infection for all she knew…
‘But you know that’s not it.’
“I’m going to meet her.”
That startles the ever so calm Durandal. The way Mei’s eyes lifted up in mischief, in longing and in oh so much love .
“I’m going to meet her ! Oh gods…” Mei clasps her hands in front of her as she tilts her head upwards, giggling like a schoolgirl. Something so out of place, so… different. If her students saw her like this, they would never let her live it down.
“You said that already…” Bianka sighs as she brings her unoccupied hand to massage a phantom between her brows.
“It’s been years, Bianka. What if I mess it up?”
The older woman chuckles mirthfully. The question seemed to have tingled her funny funny bone too much. “Are you stupid?” She says, clutching her side as she laughs at her ‘sister-in-law’.
She stops, however, when she sees how tense Mei’s frown is. How she seems to clutch her elbow as if she was really unsure. Honestly, how stupid can she be, Bianca thinks amicably with a soft smile.
“Have you not been talking with her for years?”
“Yes but… I haven’t seen her, I haven’t touched her. It’s been YEARS, I-I…”
Mei inhales sharply,
“I’m scared.”
Durandal sighs, slowly rising from her seat as she walks towards the sombre woman. The constant training of her new students, working strenuously to demolish new creatures had somewhat taken a toll on the raven head’s body. Her eyes were weary, the pure lilt of violet had all but been dissolved.
She holds her hand out and Mei tilts her head. Bianca almost wants to smack her head.
“Come here.”
Mei walks in her outstretched arms, tensing ever so slightly when they caged around her in a loose hug. Though it was nothing like the hug Hua seemed to give her, it seemed to miss the passion and familiarity.
It was warm nonetheless.
“She’s still the same Kiana that we all said goodbye to. Nothing has changed… or rather everything has changed. Though, these feelings that you harbour… that I harbour, for her… These have not changed, have they?” Bianka mumbles softly, stepping back before settling her hand on Mei’s shoulder.
“Go and start packing your stuff, Hua’s going to be in the landing zone by evening. Rest up then… god knows how much you need it.”
“Thank-”
“If I hear that you both did anything stupid with her, which I will know that you did, I’m going to cave your puny heads in.”
Mei audibly groans.
“Fuck-”
Slick pooled down her thighs as Kiana worked her fingers, there was little to no friction left at this point. Everything was a mess, her bedsheets were wrinkled and covered in her juice as the heat had all but rampaged her body.
A whine works her way up to her throat as she reaches another useless climax, her throat all dry and clamped up. Her brain slowly yet surely turns muddy with thoughts upon thoughts.
Oh how she absolutely craves warmth. Warmth from her mates preferably.
‘Where…’
She feels pitiful, fingers knuckle deep in her weeping cunt with no mates to tend to her. She couldn’t even orgasm properly.
This fucking sucks.
Fu Hua is normally a very calm and rational person.
So when the overseer, Theresa, personally requests her to join her for a cup of tea she knew that the topic the tiny woman was going to breach would be of importance.
“I’m sending you and Mei to Kiana.”
However she didn’t know that the topic was going to be about her distant mate.
“W-What-”
“You have until tomorrow to pack your essentials, I’ve already prepared all the necessary elements for you and Mei to reach her in time… though it’d be best to make haste.”
“Wait! Wait- why what?” Hua croaks out, seemingly choking on her cup of tea over the span of seconds.
“She… misses you both.” Theresa says bleakly, turning her head as she avoids the instructor's piercing gaze.
“Is she okay?” Her voice cuts through, teeth gritted as she could feel herself getting more and more agitated from her old friend’s curt replies. It concerned her mate’s well being, she had the right to know.
Theresa sighs, “She’s in heat. Her first since she became… well a goddess I guess.”
Now that was news.
A remnant of her core preens from the knowledge, greedily salivating at the chance of being able to meet her significant other. Preferably before her heat passes, her heart aches at the knowledge of having to leave her fellow omega to the ruthlessness of a heat with no mates to tend to her.
Though a question lingers still. As annoying as ever, yet necessary all the same.
“How do we only know now ? D-Did she… hide it from us?” Hua hates how her voice cracks ever so slightly, though the lingering thought does feel like a jagged knife plunged deep in her heart.
“No! No, it was a miscalculation and a rather idiotic act- Nevermind… No she did not hide it, in fact she called me as soon as the signs started appearing.” Theresa releases an annoyed sigh, half leaning against the plush of her chair. If they weren’t short handed because of the new kind of terrors they were dealing with, she’d have kicked Nadia and her crew out the moment she got the news.
“Anyway! I’d suggest packing your essentials, clothes and a few suppressants… As much as I’d adore to have some toddlers running around, it would be better if they were actually on earth itself.” She coughs in her fist, swiftly sliding Hua of all the details about her and Mei’s trip.
Kiana covers her eyes with her forearm, dazedly staring at the seemingly vast and transparent ceiling of her room. It was beautiful, truly. Her distinct vision allowed her to gaze fondly at the other heavenly body that she called home. It served as a reminder, reminding her why she was here, her purpose if anything.
Her heat was still quite bad, every moment caused a resonating ache across her bones and muscles. Fatigue like never before settled in her body, lithe form going still under the fierce embers of pure want . Her inner omega mewled, discontentedly waiting. After all, there wasn’t much she could do and she wanted nothing more than blast open a portal to reach her mates.
Apparently being in heat meant her abilities had been significantly dampened and Theresa had little trust in the current team staying with Kiana, stating that she’d rather not let her heat-ridden niece be amongst humans who failed to even give her something as basic as heat suppressants.
It was a sweet gesture, one that warmed her heart. Though Kiana doubted anyone would want to take advantage of her, much less be able to since the cocoon had more or less become as aggressive as her own heat. Not letting anyone approach her unless they had her direct approval.
Though it was seeking her out much more fervently than before, perhaps enticed by the utter warmth radiating through its host’s body. A baby in true sense, ferocious when it wanted to be yet utterly adorable when it was with her.
A particular painful cramp erupted from her abdomen, one that made her whimper out in pure pain . It hurt. Badly.
Tears pricked the corner of her eyes as she willed herself to sit in another position, one that involved pressing down a pillow against her abdomen as hard as she could. As if that could stop the pain.
Whimpers soon turned into cries as she weeps, devastated and oh so wanting. Something. Anything to stop this wretched animalistic wants that her body craved. It was utterly dehumanizing.
Kiana chuckles, Then again I wasn’t really a human to begin with…
The thought halts just as soon as she senses a faint presence, more than one, outside her door. Her face scrunching up as she lifts herself half up with her elbow digging in the comfort of her mattress. She was ready to call out that she, in fact, did not require one of the crew staff to ‘heat’ her up or whatever they meant.
It was a phrase that caused revolt deep within her heart.
The door clicks and Kiana is startled. No one had the entry pass nor the power to breach that particular door.
And then it all made sense.
Her mates were here.