Chapter Text
“Okay okay, guys. New question. If you could travel to a new world and become any fictional race in existence, but you’d never be able to return home, would you?”
Tatiana read the newest prompt of the game she had brought over, If You Could. The premise of the game was that if an archfey came to you and offered you a fantastical deal, would you take it. They’d been playing for an hour and it had been quite fun. Overall the whole night had been going fantastic, considering this was the first time his brother had brought his new girlfriend over.
“I know what Micah’s gonna say.” Michael replied with a smirk. “He would go to one of those shifter porn worlds where everyone has giant cocks and fuck all day.”
“Damn straight." Micah responded, raising his beer. “My biggest dream is to have a fucking shifter train run through me. You know. If they were real.”
Tatiana laughed. “Who said they aren’t? This is make believe. If you could teleport to one of your shifter books to become the belle of the pack, knowing you could never return home, would you?”
“Hells yeah! Who wouldn’t want to be kept like a pampered sex slave by a bunch of possessive hunky men with giant fucking cocks who want to own your soul and would slaughter the world to see you smile?”
“My girlfriend doesn’t need to know your fetishes on first meeting, bro.” Michael laughed at his twin.
Tatiana laughed again. “I don’t know, if Micah is a giant furry, maybe you are too, Michael, and you just don’t know it yet.”
Michael choked on his beer. “I one hundred percent do not want any men fucking me with any sized cock, shapeshifter or otherwise, in this world or the next, let alone have a train run through me.”
“So if you were a shapeshifter what would you be?” Tatiana asked, fixing her vividly blue-violet eyes on him.
“I can answer this!” Michael laughed. “Dra-gon. Micah would one million percent become a dragon if given the opportunity.”
“Well Micah?”
“Obviously if I could shape shift into any kind of creature I’d pick the flying sapient armored tactical nuke.”
“Well Micah, would you like to make a deal with an archfey?”
“What are the terms of the deal?”
“One permanent soul relocation to the omegaverse and a transformation into a dragon in return for your remaining lifespan on Earth.”
“Can I have a magic vibrating cock that would make lesser men weep to behold it is so glorious? And be like super super mega hot? If I'm gonna give up all my days I want a top tier deal. Mates, money, sex, power. Like the ultimate sex machine package.”
“You could definitely get those terms.” Tatiana agreed. “You just have to promise to cede me all your remaining life span in return for this amazing and totally not fictitious offer.”
“I Micah Sorrelwood do solemnly cede my remaining lifespan to Queen Titania in return for becoming a big dicked dragon sex pot with a massive harem of equally big dicked shifters.”
For a moment there was a triumphant look on Tatiana’s face, then a sudden crash of thunder and the lights cut out, dropping Micah, Tatiana, Michael, and the rest of their friends into inky blackness. Micah immediately started groping in the dark for his cell phone, or more accurately, the flashlight function of his cell phone.
The blackness seemed to lighten of its own accord, the distance slowly turning charcoal gray then lighter and lighter until his entire field of vision was just pure blinding light.
“You made that so wickedly easy, dear Micah.” Tatiana’s voice sounded in the blinding whiteness. “You should never enter into pacts with extraplanar entities. Still. I do so enjoy spending time with your brother so I’ll give you your request within the spirit you intended and not the direct wording of the pact. You’ll thank me later.”
****
Micah’s eyes fluttered open with a groan. His head hurt. His body hurt. Hell. Even his soul hurt. They had definitely gone overboard drinking the night before.
“He’s awake!” The sudden and extremely unexpected exclamation made him jolt. “I will inform her majesty at once.”
He barely managed to get into a bleary eyed halfway seated position when he saw a rabbit-eared woman in a black and white maid’s uniform leap to her feet and rush out of the room.
Micah shook his head to clear away more of his hangover cobwebs, then became abruptly aware of the fact that he was not in his bed. Or his bedroom. Or, with dawning horror, his body. Gone was his carefully curated muscles, built through hard work in the gym and a diet made for bulking up his body. Instead his arms looked thin. Delicate.
“What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck” he started chanting, leaping out of bed. He was stark naked, body transformed from a burly tatted up biker to… a fucking twink. A twink with an absolutely massive cock hanging between his legs. Even flaccid it was almost more than he could imagine being able to handle. Would he even be able to maintain the blood flow to an erection that big?
That was when he got his second or was it third major shock of the day when he was flying tackled by a strange man in a butler’s uniform with a large blanket.
“My lord it is unseemly to parade yourself in front of us so!” The butler chided, wrapping him in the blanket.
“This is a dream. This is a dream. I’m having a very vivid body horror dream.” Micah pinched himself. Hard. It hurt. That meant it was a dream right?
“Please my lord, let me help you back into bed. And perhaps into a dressing gown?”
“WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME THAT!” Micah screamed at the man. Panic began washing over him in a rising tidal flood.
This wasn’t real. He wasn’t in the omegaverse. He didn’t make a drunken deal with an archfey disguised as his brother’s new girlfriend to move to it. This wasn’t real.
The bedroom door flew open, slamming hard into the wall as a parade of men rushed into the room like an army of avenging angels to surround him. Micah didn’t know how he knew that they were all there looking for not just a threat, but threat to him specifically, but he did. If he were at home. If this were the real world half a dozen absolutely massive armed men came charging into his bedroom he would have instantly been on them swinging, sure he needed to fight for his life.
Here in whatever fucked up bizzarro world he’d ended up in he felt overwhelmed and overstimulated by the sudden explosion of mouth watering scents and arrival of exceedingly sexy, very angry men. He was terrified of them. He felt protected by them. He wanted to be fucked by every single one of them.
One of the men came straight to Micah, sat down behind him and immediately picked him up and placed him in his lap, like Micah weighed no more than a newborn kitten. The strange-to-him man wrapped his arms around Micah, holding him tight. The moment he was encased in this mammoth of a man’s arms the rising panic vanished, as if someone had just blown out the candle flame of his fear in an instant.
Soft lips kissed trails across his shoulder. “Shhhhhh sweet prince. There is no need to be frightened. You are safe and protected here.”
The tension in Micah’s body slowly drained away.
“There’s a good boy.” The stranger whispered in his ear. “Just breathe deeply. In, one, two, three, four, and hold one, two, three, four. Release one, two, three, four.”
Every inhale filled his nostrils with the calming scent of the man who held him.
While mystery man #1 rocked him on the floor, mystery man #2 went straight to the butler who had covered Micah to ask what had happened. Men 3-6, meanwhile, fanned out to check every corner of the room, weapons drawn, for any kind of potential threat.
“Montgomery, report.”
“The new omega woke, realized his life was not how he left it, and immediately collapsed into a mental crisis. I did manhandle him a bit to cover his nudity, but he was already panicking even before that.” The butler answered with total honesty.
“Thank you, Montgomery. Have this wing closed to all guests and staff below security clearance Alpha Two for the foreseeable future. Double the guards on the floor. Triple the property’s security compliment. He is to go nowhere within the house without at least two guards. And he is not to leave the property without her ladyship’s direct approval and not without an armed guard.”
The butler nodded. “Very well, sire. Should I shut the door behind me?”
“Yes.”
The butler disappeared, shutting the door behind him with a firm click.
Micah was only dimly aware of the five other men coming to stand around him, he was so intent on breathing in the scent of the man holding him.The aura of peace that had enveloped him withdrew ever so slightly and with its leaving came the return of a fraction of his anxiety. He tensed up almost immediately.
The stranger’s hands stroked his sides and the anxiety began to melt away once more.
“Well he definitely shares Alistair’s beast.” The largest of the five standing men said, Rhodil, alpha of Clan Minotaur remarked.
“Oh please. That was a given. Her majesty said he was a dragon. She might leave a good bit out, but she isn’t a liar.” Liedan shot back.
“God he smells amazing.” All six men breathed in the heady chocolate and caramel perfume of the omega before them. There was a lingering bite to his scent, the acrid taint of panic that had blossomed out of him and blanketed the entire floor.
“I want to bury my face in his ass and drink the slick from his body.” Cade moaned.
“If I were Alistair I’d already be buried up to my knot in his ass, peace treaty be damned.” Ansellot
“Have you ever felt an omega’s presence so intensely when he hasn’t even undergone his first heat?”
Micah heard them all talking about him as if he wasn’t actually there, but his mind was on fire from the touch of the shifter holding him. He shifted beneath Micah, hard cock brushing against his bare ass.
Pleasure shot through him like lightning, spearing Micah to the core. He moaned before he could stop himself.
Five other cocks hardened in an instant, precum leaking from their tips.
“Fuck me.” Anselott murmured. “We’re going to have to entirely remove him from the compound when he goes into his first heat.”
“Before.” Cade amended hastily. “If he is anywhere within our walls and gets hit with his heat unprepared it will be a literal blood bath.”
“An appropriate alpha should remain within reach at all times.” Alastair’s voice was tight as he spoke. Almost pained. Considering it was his cock that the omega was rubbing himself against it was no wonder he was having a harder time than the others.
“You have no idea how intense his emotions are, now that I am connected to his aura. It is taking everything in me to not take him here and now. He’s so overwrought with need that an orgasm apiece may actually do more to soothe him than all the massages and relaxation techniques we know combined.” Alastair continued.
Six wills solidified as one. “Ground rules. We need ground rules.” Leiden groaned.
“He agrees to take us all or no one.” Alastair said firmly.
“Tongues and fingers only.” Ansellot added. “This is just a tasting to see if we are all even compatible with our sweet prince.”
It took very little for the six alphas to get on the same page with their plans.
“Let me wake him up and we may ask.”
Alastair peeled back his power even more and a dazed Micah looked up into the beautiful face of the dragon prince holding him. He reached an enchanted hand up to cup his cheek. “You’re so beautiful. Are you real? Or a painting given form?”
“I am very real, my sweet prince.” The dragon murmured gently. “As are my brothers. As is the realm you have been brought to. Can you tell me your name or did the fey queen steal it alongside your mortal heart?”
“Micah. It's so hard to think…”
Alastair withdrew more of his power. “Does that clear your head?”
Micah’s eyes widened as the shifter’s angelic but blurry face solidified. “Fuck me.” He moaned. “Did I die and go to sex god heaven?”
If there had been any reaction that the six men in the room had expected for the newly arrived newly created omega first clear headed thought, that would not have even made the top ten on the list of possibilities.
“There are some who might argue that you did die. And we are the Seven Divine Beast Kings. The Archfey Titania brought you to our court to see if you might be our missing seventh.”
“Wait, that really was real? The deal I made?”
“Perhaps, what deal do you think you made?”
“My human lifespan in return for the opportunity to get skewered by as many giant shifter cocks as possible.”
Alastair blinked several times. “You WHAT?!”
“I was really drunk and we were playing a game that if we could go to any universe and become any creature would you? I don’t remember exactly what we said, but I was very adamant that I wanted to be fucked senseless by shifters with giant cocks.”
“You sold your mortality…. to have sex? With us?”
“Gotta say, assuming this isn’t a dream or a psychotic break, I think I got the better end of the bargain.”
Cade threw back his head and laughed, the sound piecing Micah to his core. He could feel his thighs grow slick in response to the man’s sultry and yet delighted laughter.
“And here we thought that we would need to be the one coaxing you to our bed, little omega, and not that you would awaken to throw yourself gleefully upon it.”
“I don’t know where I am, or what I am, or if this is even real. But on the off chance this is a dream I will wake up from, I would prefer to have as much hot kinky anonymous sex as possible with men as gorgeous as you.”
“And if you fuck us all here and now then wake to find us surrounding you the next day, how would you feel?”
“I think I would need to repeat the experiment for science to ensure I know I really did end up in my dream world to follow through with my life long dream of being kept as a pampered sex slave to a harem of gorgeous men who could easily rip me to pieces with their bare hands but instead choose to split my ass asunder.”
“I must say you seem to be taking this much better than your initial panic suggested you would.”
“I mean, you’d freak out too if you went to bed 6 '5 and 350 pounds of pure tattooed muscle jock and then woke up in a tiny twink’s body. But now that I am adjusted and more awake to my new environments I have a few questions.”
Alastair raised an eyebrow. “And those are?”
“Do you have a knot? How big is it? Is it really true that omegas can have chained orgasms. Have you ever fucked someone unconscious? And if so would you fuck me unconscious?”
“Sweet mother of monsters, did Titania just drop a nymphomaniac omega in our laps and then leave without any warning?” Ansellot marveled.
“And lastly, have you ever heard of running a train on someone?”
“I’m almost afraid to ask what that means. I am learning so much and so quickly about our new prince.”
“Running a train means you get a whole group of men together and they fuck you one after another without stopping until everyone is satiated.”
“I think I've fallen in love at first profanity.” Rhodil sighed happily.
“We must not get ahead of ourselves.” Leidan warned. “We do not know if this man is our fated seventh. The hub around which all our spokes rotate.”
“If we are going to test if this omega is our mate I would prefer the bed to the cold floor.” Serras added.
“How are we testing me? And what happens if I fail?”
“Each one of us will make you cum with nothing but our tongues and fingers. One orgasm a piece. How you respond to us and we to you will determine if we merely spend a pleasurable afternoon together, or if you will be permanently invited into our bed to be our pretty pampered pet.”
“I am so fucking down.”
“Get the nymphoslut in bed.” Cade commanded. “I want to hear him scream his pleasure as we bring him again and again. I love breaking in baby omegas.”
He came to stand in front of Micah and yanked his head up via a fistful of his white and gold hair. Pain-pleasure shot through him as Micah whimpered. His spore spilled across the room.
“Oh fuck.” Cade groaned. “He’s a pain slut too. Are we sure we can’t keep him anyways?”
He dragged Micah up by the hair until their faces were level and forced his tongue into the other man’s mouth. They moaned as one, tasting each other's lips for the first time. Micah didn’t know whose fang cause whose mouth but the copper taste of blood bloomed across their tongues
Cade devoured him, one hand wrapped around Micah’s raging hard cock.
Micab broke the kiss with a gasp. “Please,” he whimpered.
“Please what, slut.”
“I need you. My body is on fire. Take me.”
Cade dragged him to the bed by his hair, tossing him onto the mattress with ease.
“Who is taking our omega first?”
“Me.” Alastair’s tone made it plain that he would accept no arguments from the others and no one wanted to fight the dragon alpha over tasting the dragon omega.
Cade moved onto the bed, taking his place just behind his shoulder and pinning him to the bed. Micah moaned as the other shifter held him down, eyes glowing with lust as he watched Alastair crawl across the bed like some dark god bent on devouring his soul.
Micah trembled beneath Cade. His cock stood achingly at full mast, precum leaking from its tip. His ass was soaking wet.
Alastair gripped his cock, sending zings of electricity through his body. He leaned down, eyes locked on Micah’s, he couldn’t look away even if he wanted to. Alastair’s tongue snaked out, chasing the precum that leaked from Micah’s cock.
His back arched in pleasure. Electric shocks ran through his body.
“Fuck he smells so good.” Cade groaned.
“Wait until you taste him.” Alastair growled, his hand pumping the length of Micah’s hard shaft.
Micah’s body had never been this sensitive. Every touch consumed him further, enslaving him to the man as he took his cock into his mouth. He needed him. Needed this man. Needed the one holding him down. Needed the men who crowded around his bed, cocks hard and weeping.
They were his and he was theirs.
Questing fingers teased his asshole, slick drenching them both.
The moment they slid inside him pleasure burst through his body, a million explosions all at once. His back arched, only Cade’s weight kept him immobilized as his cum poured down Alastair's throat.
He’d never cum so fast before, so easily, so hard. His body danced between his two men, shaking and trembling beneath them. Power filled the room, wrapping around them as Alastair drank him down.
Alastair owned him, body and soul. He would do anything for him. Needed him. Ached for him.
The other man released his cock, with an obscene pop. Despite cumming harder than he ever had in his life it was still rock hard.
His body was on fire. “Fuck me.” He pleaded. He needed a cock to fill him. These cocks. These men.
Cade’s mouth crushed against his lips, devouring him as Anselott took Alastair’s place.
His new man spread his cheeks, tongue snaking between them, circling his pulsing asshole. Tasting him. Anselott’s tongue plunged inside him, and Cade swallowed his screams of pleasure as the other shifter tongue fucked his hole.
Sticky cum sprayed across his body, erupting from his cock. His soul tightened around Anselott, binding them together just as tightly as he bonded to Alastair.
Micah sunk into a haze of pleasure as each man took him, sucking his cock, plunging fingers into his ass, drinking down his cum and lapping up his slick. Pleasure consumed him and the world went black.