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Art the Professor

Art paused his lecture as the bell rang, signaling that the class was over. He turned from the chalk board to face his students, that were honestly not much younger then him. He was only twenty six, and was only going to be teaching for a semester while he finished his apprenticeship at the Oxford museum he was working at. Unfortunately his apprenticeship came with the clause that he had to teach at least one class for a semester at the university. His students all only in their early 20s started to pack up their bags.

“I want you to read chapters eighteen, nineteen and twenty and write a six page summary about them and their significance in history! They will be about the crusades so it should be easy for history majors to do at least” he said sounding annoyed. He absolutely loathed teaching, and could not wait for his apprenticeship to be over. He would be switching to go work at the Oxford Library, even though he wanted to work in a museum. He could not deal with teaching! And the library was only about a ten or so minute walk from where he lived in White Chapel. He unfortunately did not get paid for teaching, and working as an apprentice did not pay well at all.

He started to pack up his own things as his students slowly filled out of the class, he could hear soft whispers about what a tough and horrible teacher he was as they walked out. He didn’t care. The semester was almost done.

However he paused, he suddenly smelled the light scent of an alpha. Like one far away, or like someone had recently been in contact with one. Which was odd, Oxford university was a muggle school, and had extremely few wizards as students and he was almost sure he was the only professor that was at least that he was aware of. He didn’t exactly go to hang out with the other professors, he was far too busy since this wasn’t his only job. But there was a hint of… something else in the scent, but it was light and he couldn’t place it. He looked up to see a man by the door.

A man was probably the worst and most simple description of the demigod in front of him, for it truly only would encapsulate the fact that their sex was male. His long raven hair hung around his body like a cape, his bronze skin tone glistening with a sheen as if they were outside on a sunny day yet they were not and it somehow did so all on its own, his lips plump and full. His everything seemed to be perfectly sculpted, he was not dressed like any Oxford student he had ever seen. But there was no chance this man who had been carved by Apollo and graced by Aphrodite herself, had to be a student. Because of course he was, the most beautiful man he had ever seen had to be completely off limits.

“Class is over, and my office hours are Monday and Wednesday, one to three by appointment only” he did not recognize the student at all “If you are inquiring about extra credit you are wasting your time, I do not believe in such a concept especially not at the university level. I also do not bother with taking attendance, so if you are worried about your lack thereof, you are an adult and are free to come to class as you please. If you wish to only read the books, and come for the final exam and take a zero for your homework grades and pass by only with a C then that is completely your choice to do so” he said, though the student seemed… amused.

“I am Adriel Chee, I am not a student here” the man, Adriel, introduced himself. “My father, David Pennington, works here sometimes and I came to visit him” he explained.

Now Art was confused. What did this man want? “Well, I do not know if this has escaped your grasp but I am not your father” however the name did sound familiar… But he couldn’t place it at the moment. The man smirked, highly amused by this for some reason. He walked fully into the classroom and closed the door behind him.

“I know, however your an omega, aren’t you?” he asked.

Art felt the cold hand of dread wrap around his heart. He tried to mask his scent with perfumes and things, but it was impossible for an omega to fully conceal their scent! His hand wrapped around his wand and he pulled it out, pointing it at the other man. Art was absolutely the worst when it came to defense. He could barely even cast a proper protego. But the other man did not know that.

“Turn around and leave my classroom. You will NOT be taking me.” he said as menacingly as he could muster, which was about as menacing as a kitten. Adriel however instead of walking out held his hands up in surrender.

“I am not here to hurt you or take you. I am an alpha. And while I came here to visit my father, I got distracted by your scent. Because every instinct told me to follow it, to you. Your my mate. I am.. your mate” Adriel said.

Art did not lower his wand “And why should I believe you? You don’t smell anything like alpha” he said.

“I know you smell it a little, with a hint of something I’m sure. I have my own potion from my tribe that masks my scent and makes it so just enough can be smelled. Please, I don’t want to you. Your my mate” Adriel said.

Art frowned. There was.. something about his scent. He lowered his wand. “I have no interest in being someones mate, I have far too much work to do and far too many professional goals to be tied down. Now if you excuse me, I will be late to the museum” he said and put his wand away and picked up his briefcase.

“Wait, I don’t even know your name. I could walk you to the museum” Adriel offered. Art sighed, he supposed he could do that much.

“Professor Art Reyes. You may walk with me to the museum” he said. Adriel smiled goofily and opened the door for him. Art frowned at him “I can get my own door, despite what stereotypes are spread around I am not some delicate flower” he said and they walked out together.

“So, what do you do at the museum?” Adriel asked.

“I am getting my archeology and magiarcheology certificates as an apprentice, they are the last ones I need. Once the semester is over I will be going on a dig over the summer and then once I do a certain number of ours at the dig under my master I will be able to qualify to take two tests, one for each certificate. And then I will be transferring to the Oxford Library once I come back” he explained. He glanced at Adriel “Like I said I have plans and goals and am far too busy” he said.

Adriel nodded “What other certificates do you have? You said these are your last two you need. And where is your dig site going to be?” he asked.

Art shrugged, at this point what certificate didn’t he have? “Archivist, Magiarchivist, cartography, anthropology, magianthropology, Librarian, Historian, Magihistorian, Linguist, Researcher and now also Professor. My dig site will be in Wittenham Clumps here in Oxfordshire, it’s owned by Oxford and would allow me to see and be a part of and par take in multiple aspects of the archeological process from finding, to recording, to cleaning and preserving, to displaying. They have been slowly uncovering things for years there, it has both Iron Age settlements to a vast Roman Villa from the third century” he explained.

“What do you plan on doing with all your certificates?” Adriel asked.

“Be the best historian and archeologist the world has ever or will ever see. I am going to find something legendary. Multiple legendary things, but the first is the most important, most legendary. I am going to be history” he explained.

“It seems like you already have something figured out” Adriel commented. Art nodded.

“I do. I have been researching something for the last five years. I just need to work at Oxfords library and get access to their magical archives and the backroom books they keep that the public aren’t allowed to touch. I know they have a few books and things back there pertaining to my goals that I will need.” he said. And he also just needed to get out of the museum, since he hated teaching.

“Maybe I could help you. I have a lot of useful skills. I am an ancient magic specialist, and can read runes, I am sure I could help when it comes to finding whatever it is your looking for” Adriel offered.

“I told you, I am too busy to be tied down as someones mate. I have no interest in giving up my career to be some subservient house wife to tend to your needs” he said sounding rather repulsed by the idea.

“I don’t believe in that. In my tribe we are a very matriarchal society. I’m not looking for someone to be subservient to me, I am looking for an equal. And we don’t have to be together. We could just be friends. And I could help you. I just would want the chance to be in your life” Adriel explained.

Art paused as they reached the doors to the museum. “You would not expect anything from me? Just friendship? No… obeying you, or inappropriate behavior, or anything like that?” he asked and opened the door. Adriel shook his head.

“None of that. Just friends” he said. Art looked at the man, which again was such a plebeian description. He supposed he could use his skills. As long as they stayed friends. And he also had a sort of want and pull to be close to this man. He wouldn’t mind having a rather handsome man as a friend.

“Fine, we can be friends” Art agreed and walked into the museum to head off to his apprenticeship.

It took Art a surprisingly long time to give into his instincts and wants, but between Adriels help with getting the board to give him a grant, and also being his bodyguard and guide and helping physically find Atlantis… by the time Art was thirty the two had found Atlantis as well as become bonded mates. They decided to settle, for now, in Greece to be able to be a part of the excavation and be the lead. But they were also planning on starting a family together, and decided that a true home in Greece would be much better then actually on the dig site. And they lived happily ever after, being a little family of finding legendary things that Art had always wanted.

And of course, became a part of history, just like Art had always wanted.

Date:June 12th, 1937
Or roughly that date.

Dear diary,
We've been stuck for a bit.
Something very unexpected occurred.
Actually, I'll tell the story from the start
I've been forgetting to update anyway.

The whole trip had been filled with all sorts of mishaps. Art and I got to Cairo, but I came down with something awful that had been going around. Some type of magical flu that hit those who were magically powerful the strongest, so while Art only got some sniffles, was sore, and had a small fever, I had a fever high enough to cause hallucinations so Art had to give me ice baths while I twittered on about how the color green tasted and why wouldn't yellow shut up since my head hurt. My adorable little mate got rid of all the yellow items in the room, and the silly little goose didn't realize the 'yellow' was actually flashes of light behind my eyes from my intense fever.

It was a good thing we had had three children, really. Art was pretty good at spoon feeding me food that he had pasted himself with charms he had learned from his 'Mommy' books (his name for them, not mine, inside joke, not getting into it now), he knew the charms to vanish vomit, clean sweat off the sheets (supposed to clean the pee off the sheets, but Art knew the complicated theory and knew how to change the flick at the end for sweat. My sweet mate is a genius, which makes this whole thing very dumb), and he refused to let the healers touch me though he did call them in a panic and then had them tell him what to do.

It took a week to come to my senses, and my poor little mate looked like a wrung out dish towel. We spent the rest of that day cuddling, resting, and eating, then Art decided we absolutely had to head off the next morning since so much time had been lost. I reminded him that the kids were with my grandparents and would be fine, that we had all summer, and that his parents had their own permanent guest room to visit. And that his mother was pregnant since she had decided she wanted another child, so both women wanted to be around the kids and each other to gossip all about family and children so everything was okay. He refused to wait another couple days, so off we went with the only concession being a magic carpet since I 'still looked a little tired.' I had felt like I had been sat on by a dragon that farted flames, but he looked so eager that I couldn't say no.

To my surprise, the entrance was very easily found. By very easily, I mean that Art had deduced the exact location, and after a bit of meditating, I sensed some strong 'Moon Magic' that was much newer than the more traditional ancient magics found on most tombs, however it made sense since Cleopatra had been a follower of Isis, and Isis had been turned into a Moon Goddess in the third century BC when the Egyptian priest named Manetho declared her so. That declaration had been made because the Greeks and the Romans had moon goddesses, and the Romans were beginning to experiment with wands, but the Egyptians who used scepters and ceremonies had had to make new moon-based spells where once it was mostly sun-based which was why it fell into my own category of 'Neo-Ancient Magics' which is further explained in journal 𒀭𒆬𒌓 where my current drafts on the thesis on the evolution of ancient magic I'm thinking about publishing is located.

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Date:June 13th, 1937... Part 2

Or it might be the 14th, I'm not sure. Fell into another short fever, then had to sooth a hysterical mate who was terribly sorry about not listening. Continuing the story, I discovered the entrance was hidden by moon magic, more specifically one that used the New Moon that kept secrets hidden where the goddess sleeps. The way to open it required a new moon, and lo' and behold! That very night was a new moon! That was on the 8th, by the way. We had to sit there and wait for the moon to completely disappear at 4:14am, and there is was. Art immediately started taking pictures of the large stone columns while I used stakes made of Lapiz Lazuli, the Holy Stone, to 'pin' the magic down along the borders of the oasis that had been hidden with the temple.

I had still been aching and exhausted, so all I did was grimace when I saw the human bones laying around. I could tell by the clothes that it was various people from various timelines with the 'freshest' body looking to have been from the current time, though it was already dried out. I paused at that one to check the man for anything, found a small letter inside a pocket, and opened it to see it a letter to family written in Sanskrit and dated for October 11th, 1935. In it, he said he had gotten lost and begged for anyone reading this to return his body to his family. That he had thought he had seen an oasis here, but it had been a mirage, and he was too tired to get back up to continue. From there, it was addressed to the man's family, so I folded the letter back up, tucked it into the man's pants pocket under his jibbaahs, then silently lamented that it was going to be another trip where I was responsible for bones.

However, the man's letter did give me a clue. Neo-Ancient Moon magic would not have been strong enough to last all these centuries, so there was a lure during the full moon that made the oasis and temple visible, but as soon as they entered it the wards, it would disappear. It would sap their will to continue and slowly feed on their life until they perished, and that means this area might be dangerous during the full moon. I had returned to tell Art of my findings, and Art insisted we had to go in there tonight if I was going to bar him from being here around the full moon periods, and that meant he would have less than two weeks to catalogue things.

Too tired to argue, I agreed, but only on the condition that he step exactly where I step, and he was to obey every order I gave immediately and without question no matter how ridiculous it might sound. Active tombs like these are extremely dangerous places, so I told him the first trap we hit that I felt was too deadly to attempt, we were going to leave. Art looked unhappy, but when I asked if he wanted me to risk my life for a temple we had already found, he realized how silly he was being by endangering both our lives so agreed. And I figured that would be the end of that.

I'm tired, I'll continue later. Art has agreed to stop in the area we found and has been making it very cozy while I wrote, and now I get to cuddle.

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It's the next day waking period and I am feeling much better. I slept for a while, Art suspects nearly an entire day, and we are stuck here until the next new moon so he spent the time I was sleeping making the room more habitable. Magic is limited in the same way it was on the Aegean Sea; items and non-structured wandless magics are fine, but anything to do with Roman style 'new magics' fizzles and makes the temple stronger. However, we still have things like the portable magical oven, the self stirring cauldron, the self sweeping broom, the auto-filling tub, and those things that we had picked up during the Atlantis run to make staying inside the city feasible.

Even if we had it, the tent could not be set up in here. I don't know if the mummy guardians we left undisturbed wake up for patrols, so when Art lamented not having it, I explained that if a mummy came while we were inside the tent and attacked it, it would have us too vulnerable which meant we would have been setting up in here anyway. The tent is set up outside by the oasis, though. We were supposed to go back to it during breaks and rest periods, but I strongly suspect it will 'perish' during the full moon.

The catacomb we are in appears to not suck up life or magic. Instead, I suspect that the 'guardians' might come alive during the full moon to attack. I have not voiced this to Art - these things are my own paranoid expectations - but the chances of something occurring during the full moon is high.

Anyway, yes, we are stuck in here. The Lapis Lazuli stakes did not hold up, and the enchantments 'snapped' when the sun rose. I was not aware that the priests had used a Sun/Moon pattern to set up protections and wards - the moon magic had hidden the sun protections and I had been too tired to look into the enchantments more when the new moon had revealed everything. I should have known better - Cleopatra's tomb had been very hidden since she had been the last pharoah. Worse, the catacomb is a warren for the Egyptian Cobra - the snake breed that Cleopatra had used to take her own life. The snakes cannot enter our sanctuary since the doorway is six feet above the floor, and neither Art nor I know what to make of the room since it is completely empty.

Getting a bit ahead of myself. We were locked in not even a quarter an hour after entering. The full moon had been at 4:14am, but the sunrise had been a little before 5am. My cursory examination and the setting up of the tent had kept us busy for twenty or so minutes, then Art spent another couple minutes trying to find his camera in the tent (the children played with it and he found it in their toy box for the room we set up in there) and in we went. We were only ten feet in with myself looking for anything dangerous while Art snapped pictures of the pristine walls when we were both startled by the sound of the stone doors slamming shut, and when Art tried to alohamora it open, it fizzles and I felt the magic get sucked into the temple.

Of course I had to lecture my silly little mate about casting spells when I told him not to touch or do anything, and of course his eyes got big and teary and made me feel like a terrible person. It didn't stop me from the lecture, though. Art should have known better, and he risked the both of us when he did that. I currently have his wand in my pouch since he won't be needing it, and he seems fine about it now though he was quite sulky for a few minutes after the lecture. Then I reminded him that we needed pictures, so his hands would be full anyway, and that cheered him right back up.

From there, the pace was slow. Between my exhaustion and bouts of dizziness, I could not scan things as I normally did. My senses were all dull - they still are - and when a dizzy spell forced me to sit down, that was when Art realized how much trouble we actually were in. He checked my forehead, realized my fever was returning, then he cried on me while he apologized and said he doomed us both for which I had to soothe him and tell him I just needed help up and we would find a safe spot. Art supported me and we continued forth with him snapping photos when I paused to sense, and an hour later was when the snakes woke up and began to crawl out of the pots, baskets, and statues I had been avoiding since my senses had told me they were dangerous.

Art screamed and tried to cling to me, but when it made me sway, he snapped out of his full blown panic and went into a panicked survival mode - the one he did when one of the triplets had tumbled into a hidden room in Atlantis we had not found yet. Both his arms had been full with the other two children, I had been on the opposite side of the courtyard to strengthen the ancient wards that was responsible for keeping the bubble in the area we were in intact, and he knew he couldn't scream or he would break my concentration and the whole bubble could collapse. That was the silly goose's first actual omega-fueled magic - he yanked our daughter back to his heels like a wayward pup with a lasso of magic, then he waited until I asked if everything was okay before he burst into tears which made all three toddlers do the same.

It took another two lessons after that for Art to realize that even though our little puppy is the quietest and a mommy's boy, he is just as troublesome as the other two since he will happily distract mommy for all the attention while the other two look for something fun to do. I did warn him they should have been trained for cradle boards, but he thought they were wrong to use. It's too bad my mate refuses to have children again - I bet he would be more willing to use a cradle board if we had another. Our little hell spawn are as curious as me, as smart as him, and as chaotic as Coyote. Art learned the hard way why I had it was a bad idea to take the children to even the 'safe sections' to play in - they are excellent seekers of hidden things and they will uncover it. Then stick it in their mouth or try to hit someone with it if it can be picked up. Some of the stuff sent back to Date Island was covered in drool.

Back to the story again, Art was panicked, but he was in survival mode which meant that rather than faint, scream, or anything else, his magic focused enough to put up an unstructured shield that kept the snakes three feet away. Then we continued forward with Art supporting me and me using all of my focus to make sure we were not going to step into a trap or disturb things.

Of traps, there were surprisingly little. Of things to disturb, there was a lot. There is a platoon of soldiers in here, all turned into mummies, all with various triggers that will wake them. Triggers like speaking within a certain vicinity of them, sitting on any benches for those are all reserved for the Queen, Mark Antony, or any of their direct descendants as well as priests/priestesses of Isis. As we were none of those, we couldn't rest on them and we couldn't communicate above a whisper.

It was Art that noticed the room we are in after some hours of shuffling around the catacomb. The structure above was fairly large - the 'small temple' was the size of a ballroom inside and plenty of beautiful paintings and texts on the walls. There had been steps down in the back, and I would estimate the catacombs down here to be about three football fields in size. By the time we reached it, I was able to help Art up here, then had to leap and pull myself up with the last of my strength, and that was when I settled into a corner to start writing about the events in here. Now that I've caught up, I am going to help Art sort through and translate the pictures, though I've warned him not to say the translations out loud in any language and that we would be writing it all down in English only.

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I've slept twice since the last update. None of the watches work in here - the magic that keeps the temple hidden from the world has us 'out of phase' with it. You would think that the watches, even Art's mechanical Rolex wrist watch, would still work since it isn't like they need to be anywhere to just function, but ancient magic runs by different rules. The concept of time and space is targeted, and since a watch falls under time because that is the concept they are made for, they won't function.

On another note, I have set up proper wards in the doorway. However, the way I had to do it makes me weep inside. It takes a lot of gold and connections to get an intact femur bone from a dragon if you aren't something like a potion master who is allowed to obtain such things through proper channels. Even the proper channels takes a lot of paperwork since they don't want a necromancer to build their own monster. Technically I could obtain it through the proper channels as a runes master since it would be cheaper, but there is so much paperwork and they would want to know the exact purpose I was going to use it for. However, I don't have a purpose when I collect these things! And I don't share my rune schematics. Thankfully, neither gold nor connections are much of a problem, but everyone wants to always know what we are doing which means I would also have to buy silence. Even extra gold isn't a guarantee that me buying things on the black market that could be used for dangerous magic wouldn't get out! So guess who used their dragon femur bone to carve crude schematics and turned what should have been an elegant and potentially powerful or interesting object into a jury-rigged anti-necromantic ward.

At least we know the mummies won't get in if they wake up.

Anyway, update: The temple above was a temple for Isis, and the catacombs down here houses Cleopatra but it also houses six high priests (male and female) of Isis for a total of seven. It was apparently supposed to be seven sets of seven, and this room was probably in reserve. However, the death toll of the Egypt civilization as they knew it to the incoming Roman invasion made them realize that wasn't going to be possible to complete the set. So Cleopatra's body and funerary items was secreted here, they were properly embalmed and mummified, and Mark Antony plus his most loyal soldiers - dead and alive - had also been interred to act as guard.

The angry Egyptians had cursed Mark Antony to continue to guard their last pharaoh even in death, and his men had been cursed alongside him. Would that they could, they would have done the same to Caesar, but his body was in Rome and far out of reach. And, of course, there were the additional curses that should he or Art touch or take anything, they would be dragged into eternal servitude in death like the others which had made Art pale since he had whined at the beginning about how unfair it was that I had told him no touching the statues or the columns.

Art was also heartbroken that it seemed like Cleopatra had only done everything for political reasons rather than out of love, but I told him that the writing is only from the perspective of angry and scared priests that knew their way of life was about to end. They would have been looking for many outside things to blame while they mourned the loss of their last pharaoh, so the writing was inconclusive and all we could do was hope that her side of things was in the room that contained her funerary items. That cheered my beloved up a little.

Anyway, I think my senses are starting to return. My dizzy spells are less often and my nose is no longer stuffed or runny all the time. My sense of taste is still dull, but that's just what happens when you can't really smell what you are eating. Art was rather surprised to find out that food actually did taste different if he plugged up his nose and didn't smell it ahead of time, and he looked so silly testing it himself. I love my silly little mate.

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It's been several more potential days, and still no mummies have stirred. I've been feeling restless and a bit irritated since I know the full moon is creeping closer, but not knowing the when it will happen is setting me more on edge. Art seems to also feel the same way since he has been snappish and irritable, and being stuck in an empty room with nothing to do because there are hundreds of snakes that are the only way for us to possibly determine time by their sleep cycles below is... Excessive. Very excessive. I hope the gods responsible for this are entertained at least. And I expect to win the pot when their bets on who dies, when, and how doesn't pan out because we kept ourselves alive until the new moon.

Anyway, after we translated the pictures and made sure the room was protected, I had Art set the bed in the center of the room and away from the walls. My little mate had a tantrum about it and reminded me that he was the omega and in charge of the nest, but I had to remind him that he was the one refusing to let me carve protection runes into the walls, and as far as I was concerned, spirits could still enter through them. Then I pulled out all the extra bedding I had in my pouch from years of hoarding, and Art was a little more satisfied since all of it smelled heavily of me.

All the food I had was also pulled out and taken stock of, we have no need to worry over water since I always have my flask, extra kitchen supplies was found and placed with the others, and Art nearly cried with relief when I pulled out many many books from my pouch. My little mate is reading a rather thick tome on Ancient Mesopotamia's long history - it's from Harvard so Art hasn't read it yet - and I have a bit of breathing room. On a side note, I think the last of the flu is finally going away, too.

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It's been... a while. Art is scowling and trying to clean the room, and I've been sent to the corner. The full moon came and went, and nothing came from my necromantic protections because the attack was one of life. Life, which the sun brings and what Isis is known for. It triggered Art's heat and my rut at the same time, and Art is (understandably) upset since the chances of him being pregnant again is extremely high. I wonder if this will happen every expedition? If so, we might have a rather large family if Art doesn't abort. I highly suspect that even suggesting it will get someone's face ripped off - he took to motherhood like a duck takes to water and loves all of his babies - so I won't bring up the topic. He knows it's an option, is probably refusing to think about it at all, is hoping that maybe - maybe - he isn't pregnant at all, and he's going on his cleaning binge so he doesn't have to smell our coupling as a reminder and to have something to do while he is feeling so anxious.

He didn't send me to the corner for the sex though. It was because I said 'Well, looks like this pack will have some ancient Egyptian names, I guess.'

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Art hasn't been grumpy at me for a while. No, he has been moping and crying, and I've been comforting him and taking care of him. My poor little mate is so upset that he is going to have to go through another expedition pregnant then with toddlers around his feet. I offered to make cradle board, but he told me no. I think my mate has forgotten how difficult it was to handle three crawling children, especially since he now has a small team he trusts to mind the kids while on a site. Not that he left the kids to someone else, but more that his two assistants didn't mind holding one child each while he held his momma's boy since that one will wail if anyone else (including me) picks him up.

He also forgets that at their newborn stage, nobody was allowed to pick them up except for me, and even that would sometimes earn me a glare if he was awake. However, now is a bad time to remind him of these things. He's sleeping right now after another crying fit. What he needs right now is a mate to support him while he works through his feelings about having more children, and he knows that it might be more than three this time. It could be four or five, even six. He has six nipples, and he did research on 'litters.' While most animals that birth litters can have small ones of two to three, all breeds always have a 'small litter' on their first pregnancy, and it can go up by 75% or so from there. That is basic knowledge for me, but he had sworn off having more children when he had read that while he had been pregnant with our first brood.

Anyway, when Art wakes up, we will be packing everything up. I just finished adding more runes to the dragon bone - to keep snakes and all venomous creatures away - so we will be making our way to the entrance. I wish Egypt had something like a Farmer's Almanac, though it wouldn't matter if it did or not. Without knowing the time or the date, and knowing that we will probably only have a half hour window to get out like last time, we want to be in the main temple above even though it will probably be filled with snakes so we don't miss it.

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July 8th. Did you know that the full moon occurred after sunrise on that day? We've been back to civilization for a few days - Alexandria this time - and I got records. The full moon occurred at 5:10am, and the sunrise was at 5:01am. It 'froze' the temple open which was good. The mummies woke up which was bad. Even the bodies outside had risen, and I had had to carry and run with an angry Art who was pissed off at an undead army for daring to rise after making him pregnant and trying to chase him away from his tomb! Something easy for him to yell out when he knows I will keep him safe, but I have a feeling he would have run had we never met.

What this has taught us is that Cleopatra's tomb will need to be a winter project if we don't want to risk killing off Mark Antony (again). The temple is protected when it is frozen by the undead army, and I refuse to tear down the protections because it is a beautiful piece of work that harmonizes sun and moon magic in such a perfect way that it must be properly studied. Thankfully, Art understands my need to study in my field of expertise since he feels the same exact way about his own.

I also used the pregnancy detection charm on Art, it came back positive, and the healer left our hotel room an hour ago. He said it was too early to tell for sure how many eggs were fertilized, but he warned that it could be up to seven since that was what his spell had been telling him. I'm back in my corner for asking if that meant another pair of nipples would come in, the healer had no idea since a male 'wolf-type' omega had not been recorded before, said that it didn't happen with females but they usually started with four or five sets of teats, apologized for using the word teats when Art snarled at him, and I could tell he was about to mention the abortion potion when he nervously brought up potions. I warned him in time by using a throat cutting gesture since Art couldn't see me, and he made several pre-natal potion suggestions then fled.

I kind of wanted to flee, too, when Art turned to me. I could see the fires from the pits of hell in his eyes, and he was actually snorting out a curl of smoke from his nose like a dragon. Impressive, really, that my sweet little mate is finally learning to properly use his omega magic, though I have a feeling he will 'forget' soon since he prefers to rely on me. Thankfully, all Art did was threaten that I had better suck on any new nipples that grew in since it was horribly itchy last time it had happened. The last time it had happened, he had still been quite shy about his body so I hadn't known until well after the fact, but if my sweet little omega wants his nipples sucked on, I will gladly do that all day.

I look forward to his horny phase.

However, I hope Art allows me to run a few harmless tests on his belly to see if the 'seven' is because of the tomb we were in. Best to cover all the bases - it is one thing if he is pregnant because of a heat/rut forced on us, and quite another if it's a way for the Ancient Egyptians to bring themselves to life. I don't think that will happen... And if it is that, I suspect that Art will bite off my head if I asked to exorcise them. I can see Art being glad to give birth to Cleopatra just to quiz her. Thankfully, the Egyptians believed in an immortal life after death as long as the body remain preserved, but the thought of seven ancient spirits in my mate's belly is creepy so just in case, I need to check.
Oh thank gods it isn't creepy ancient souls in his belly! And thank the gods that Art was just as horrified at the idea as I was. That means that even if there is some ancient priests in Art's belly, he wouldn't tolerate it and would let me cleanse him of the outside taint so whatever children we have are our babies. The magic only influenced the amount of children since seven is a sacred number. I have the best mate in the world!

"I'm so sorry!" Art sobbed as he hugged Adriel. The air was thick with the scent of guilt and grief even though Adriel was trying to soothe him. He didn't deserve it, didn't deserve having Adriel hugging him and petting his hair, yet he couldn't stop himself from burying his face harder into Adriel's chest. Stupid pregnancy hormones - he felt awful and he couldn't stop! "I'm sorry Adriel, I didn't mean to!"

"Precious, shhh, it was an accident," Adriel coo'ed. He was quite used to his mate's hysterical mood swings, but this was the first time Art refused to be consoled. He was heartbroken that the blanket his mother gave him - the last blanket before he stopped directly interacting with people outside of work - was a nothing but a pile of wet yarn in the bathroom where they had just put the new washer at, but Art hadn't known his tribal blankets could be delicate when it came to washing. "It was just a blanket and you didn't know that it needed to be hand washed. It's-"

"It wasn't just a blanket, it was one of you Navajo ones and I ruined it and I'm so so so sorry!" Art wailed. Crying his crime out loud finally gave him the strength he needed to try to push away since he didn't deserve the comfort, but Adriel's arm was like a bar. "No! Let go! You cried! I don't deserve this and I should be comforting you!"

"You are more precious to me, Artemio," Adriel tried to soothe as he held his struggling mate, but it was to no avail since Art sobbed harder and his words got too garbled to understand. Adriel could guess it was Art trying to tell him to let go some more, though. "No, I won't let go. A blanket can be rewoven, but your feelings are more important. What do you need to fix the guilt if you will not accept my forgiveness? Surely you don't want to be punished!"

Art had been thinking about how he could maybe try to re-weave the blanket to make amends, but he knew there was no way he could weave a beautiful design and it would take years of practice if he could even do it at all - years he didn't have since there was his pregnancy and stuff. He also knew it was all his fault - Adriel had kept his dog bed with the heat blankets in the corner of the room, and Art knew it was important to Adriel. He felt ashamed that morning about the smell and decided to wash it even though he knew Adriel was keeping the scent for sentimental reasons, but the first blanket he had put in unraveled when the enchanted wash tub began to scrub it. It had settings for washing by stains and delicacy, and it had felt like it was strong so he had put it in on the strongest setting for both.

Art had turned to pick up the next blanket to put it in the wash, except when he went back, he saw the blanket had started unraveling. It made him panic, and he had shouted for Adriel because Adriel knew how to fix things, but by the time Adriel had rushed down, it was far far too late. He had been stupid and should have just picked it up, but he had stood there like a numpty and just watched the threads get pulled apart while he panicked and did nothing.

So when Adriel said the word 'punished,' Art cried louder but felt relieved, too, since yes he needed to be punished. "Yes!" he sobbed, then clung to Adriel and swallowed hard so he could demand the first punishment that came to mind. "Spanking!"

Adriel had started to relax when Art had stopped struggling and smelled a bit of relief, except his silly mate suddenly demanded to be spanked. "I'm not going to hit you!" he gasped, horrified that Art would even suggest such a thing, except saying that out loud made Art's distressed scent spike higher. "Ssshhh, no, I'm sure we can think of another punishment, right? No ice cream for a week?"

"NoOOOooOOo!" Art wailed, and he smacked Adriel's shoulders to try to push back again, but Adriel held him tighter. Which he didn't deserve! He had been bad! "I made you cryyYYyyy! I'm baaaAAAaaad! SpaaaAAAaaankiiiIIIiiing!"

"Art, precious, we only saw the healer yesterday and you have triplets!" Adriel pleaded, then he picked up his struggling mate and took a few steps back to sit on the edge of the tub. He tried to sit Art in his lap, except his mate was a wiggling and struggling while crying and trying to garble out more demands to be spanked, and he wished he could cast a calming charm. "Art, come on, just settle down. I can try a few charms to fix the blanket, but I don't want you upset."

"I HATE that you won't SPANK me just because I'm PREGNANT!" Art angrily shrieked. Adriel was refusing just because he was pregnant! "Let me go let me go let me-"

"ART!" Adriel barked, and it made Art snap his mouth closed though it didn't stop the sobs. It just made snot bubbles form as Art furiously breathed through his nose. He knew Art was just lashing out out of guilt, but being so upset wasn't good for Art. "I won't spank you because I don't want to hurt you, not because you are pregnant. Even if you weren't pregnant, I don't want to hurt you."

The wall of anger broke, and Art stopped struggling and renewed his crying since the guilt that had momentarily backed up came rushing back out again. It wasn't fair! Adriel was so nice except Art needed to be punished! "Pleeeaaase," he cried, then threw his arms around Adriel's neck as Adriel settled him into his lap. "I'm sorry please please spank me!"

Adriel had gotten to know Art very well, and he knew when Art fixated on an idea, he would not stop until he got what he wanted. Like Atlantis. He knew he might be able to wait it out, except Art was crying into his neck so hard that his omega was starting to gag a bit from the strength of his sobs. "You would have to pull down your pants," Adriel tried to point out in a soothing tone. They had gotten to the kissing and heavy petting stage, and were cuddling at nights, but Art had yet to strip his clothes off nor had he asked Adriel to reach into his pants. He seemed content with the heavy petting over clothes, so Adriel decided to point that out to redirect it to a different 'punishment' instead. "I would have to watch your bare bottom while I spanked you to make sure I am not leaving bruises. How about we-"

"I don't care, spank me!" Art demanded through his tears as he held on tighter. Adriel was trying to talk him out of it, except Art needed to be spanked! And it was Adriel - he trusted Adriel and he had been wanting Adriel to touch his bare skin lately except he had been too embarrassed to say anything out loud. "I NEED to be SPANKED!"

Art's shrill screech hurt Adriel's ears, but that wasn't what made Adriel slump a little with defeat. It was that Art was now struggling to try to get his hands down to the buttons of his pants to undo them while he sat in Adriel's lap, and Adriel knew there was no way to get around this. However, if a spanking would make Art feel better, he could do it. However, he was going to set down some rules so he gathered both of Art's wrists into one hand while the other grabbed the back of Art's neck in a firm but painless hold, and he gave a low warning growl which made Art freeze up and stare at him in shock with large, shimmering brown eyes framed with long and wet lashes.

"There will be rules," he ordered, and Art vehemently nodded his head. Adriel hated having to establish dominance like this, but Art had been too emotional to think and this was the only thing that would get through to a hysterical omega - the demands of their alpha. "I will start slow, and you will apologize then thank me after a spank. You will do this to release your guilt, and when it is enough, you will tell me. If it hurts or you change your mind, you will tell me it is over. If I decide you have had enough spankings, you will be satisfied with your punishment. You will not demand that I spank harder or faster, and you will be in the proper position so you don't hurt yourself. You will remove your pants and underwear so I can see your bottom and you will lay across my lap with your belly in between my legs, one foot in the tub and the other on the floor so your legs are spread a bit, and your bum in the air."

Art vehemently nodded again, every part of him listening to his alpha. He had been bad, and this was exactly what he needed! The guild and grief had in no way dissipated, but it felt like it had been put on 'pause' when Adriel's growl could be felt in his chest even on the sub-vocal range. It made him want to please - need to please - and even though he knew it was omega extincts, it was what he needed to get rid of the horrible horrible guilt he felt for his selfish decision that led to him ruining Adriel's blanket.

As soon as Art was gently release and helped off of Adriel's lap, he rushed to undo his buttons and obey. Obeying was good, it would please Adriel, and it soothed the guilt a tiny bit. He was in such a rush that he didn't care that he had exposed himself. He kicked off his pants, then he wobbily raised a leg to put one foot in the tub and let Adriel help lower him across Adriel's lap.

"Get comfortable," Adriel ordered as he tried his best not to look at Art's bare bottom. That was an impossible task - milky white skin contrasted with the darker caramel a farther down the legs, and Art was wiggling and trying to stick his bum up in the air. "Pillow your head with your arms on the edge of the tub. You are to tell me if it hurts too much - this is my punishment to mete out, and I get to determine how it goes. I will not go over the count of twenty, I will not leave bruises, and if I don't smell your guilt get any better by the third spanking, I will stop and you will instead kiss and cuddle me to make things better."

"Only three spanking?!" Art cried out. That wasn't enough! "I deserve all twenty! I will kiss and cuddle after just please don't stop!"

Art being calm enough to coherently speak was already an improvement in Adriel's mind, but the offer to kiss and cuddle after sounded like coercion of some kind. A very weird kind. "Hush," he demanded with a light smack on Art's rear. "And no, that didn't count as a spanking. Three spanking to determine if spanking is what you need, but if it seems to be working, I will keep going until you feel better or we get to twenty. Take couple of slow and deep breaths, then let me know when you are ready."

Art took a deep breath to obey, then a second one. On the third one, he was beginning to feel conscientious since his bare butt was in the air and exposed, and it made him realize how vulnerable he felt. To his horror, he also felt a tiny hint of arousal, so to stop that, he said "I'm ready," as he breathed out. He deserve to feel aroused, not when he was supposed to be getting punished! He was such a horrible terrible-

Adriel had smelled a tiny thread of arousal, and he had been a bit surprised. Was his mate a kinky little thing? However, Art's guilt thickened, and self loathing killed the scent of arousal, and he hated that Art felt that way. He brought his hand down firmly and the sharp sound of palm meeting skin was drowned out by Art's yelp of surprise. "Apologize and thank me," he reminded Art.

"I'm sorry, and thank you!" Art cried. The spank had hurt, but it hadn't hurt enough. Adriel was going easy on him and-

Art yelped again - the second spanking was harder, much harder, and he could feel the hot handprint. It made something tight in him loosen, and he wiggled his butt for more "I'm so sorry, thank you!" he sobbed. "Thank you thank you!"

Adriel refrained from blowing out a sigh of relief - Art's scent got a little better with the second one, so the third one came as did Art's apology and thanks. He counted to ten just as he had done the other times before he gave Art his fourth, then he rubbed the red spot on Art's beautiful bubble butt. "Such a good boy, taking your punishment," he coo'ed, and it made Art cry harder while the sense of guilt sharply declined. "Do you still need more, precious?"

"Yes, alpha~" Art whined. He wiggled his butt against Adriel's hand since it soothed the burn, but he also didn't think he deserved to be soothed yet. He couldn't help but be happy that Adriel said he was being good, though. "Please, more? I was so bad! I tried to wash your blanket even though I knew you liked the smell of the heat on it!"

Adriel felt a sharp thrill of arousal when Art started to wiggle his bum while he needily whined for more. He mentally scolded himself as he got his reaction under control, then firmly spanked Art while he thanked the gods that Art's nose would be too clogged up to smell that.

"Thank you, alpha, and I'm sorry!" Art cried out in place of the yelp. He wanted to tell Adriel to go faster, but Adriel had given him rules and that was one of the ones he wasn't allowed to do. "I was so bad, thank you for punishing me!"

Adriel's hand came down for the sixth spanking, and it rocked Art enough that he felt the hard poke against his leg. It barely took him a second to realize that Art was hard, and it wasn't only his own arousal he was smelling. He raised his hand to discreetly sniff it, and he could smell Art's slick on it, too. "Such a naughty omega," he teasingly said, then bit his tongue to stop himself from continuing it. Art was still feeling guilty, and he needed to make sure that that was truly fixed so Art wouldn't think he was obligated to make amends by also going further than he had done so far. "Apologize and thank me."

"I'm sorry and thank you!" Art sobbed. He wiggled his butt and felt so awful. Adriel had finally agreed that he was bad and had removed the soothing comfort of his hand! But then it was back in place and it made him sob again but with relief. "I am naughty, alpha! Please spank me!"

Adriel realized Art took his words literally and had not noticed the suggestive tone, so he was relieved when he went to spank Art again. This time, he rubbed the soft curve of Art's smooth butt as Art cried his thanks and apologies, and it made him realize that Art was getting very wet since doing that caused more slick to end up on his palm. He spanked Art again and began to closely pay attention to Art's scent.

"Thank you," Art moaned when he had mentally counted to the fourteenth spank, then he snapped his mouth before he could begin his apology. His face became as hot as hit butt felt when he realized he was painfully hard down there, then whined when he felt how wet his butt was. There was no way that Adriel didn't notice those things since his slick was practically all over his butt, and he was ashamed of how aroused he felt and it made guilt come crashing down. "I'm sorry, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to get wet I will-"

"Oh no you don't," Adriel said with a grin as he used his other hand to keep Art pinned down in his lap. "I determine how many spankings you get, remember?" He was very pleased that Art had finally realized how turned on he was, but he wanted to diffuse the shame Art was feeling. "I forgive you, love. I'm not upset at all. You were such a good boy, such a good good omega, and I think I should finish your spanking to reward you for being so good."

Art began to pant as he flushed harder, and each exhale ended in a needy little whine that might have been quiet were he not hanging on the rim of the tub. "Adriel~" he needily whined. He felt so confused! How could he be aroused at a time like this? He felt his slick practically gush out when Adriel said he forgave him, and it was taking everything in him to not try to poke his hard penis against Adriel's hard thigh. Then he felt guilty again. "I'm bad, I shouldn't enjoy this! I'm being punished!"

"You are enjoying it because you know you were naughty and are happy to be punished," Adriel coo'ed. He was oversimplifying the whole thing, but he doubted that Art would be receptive to a sex talk and how spankings could be foreplay. "I am happy that you are happy." He began to rub Art's butt. "Don't you want to be rewarded for being a good boy now that you were punished for being a bad one? It hurt before, but now the guilt is gone so don't feel guilty for being happy that I punished you."

Art's mouth had fallen open when Adriel started rubbing his slick covered burning bottom, and he squirmed. He needed... Wanted to feel Adriel's finger against his hole. So far, only his front had been rubbed, but inside his hole was also burning and Adriel was making sense. "I'm a good boy?" he asked in a small voice as he peeked back at Adriel, then he shivered when he saw the hooded look in Adriel's eyes as Adriel nodded a yes to his question. "And... spanking can be my reward?"

Adriel nodded again, and Art moaned when Adriel dipped his fingers into Art's crack as he gave the plump cheek a gentle squeeze. He got a small glimpse of Art's pretty pink hole, then Adriel resumed petting his butt. "There is nothing wrong about me making my mate feel good after he felt so horrible," Adriel cooed. "I will stop if you want me to, though. Are you comfortable with this? Do you want to be spanked?"

Art whined again even as he wiggled his butt and stopped looking back to hide his face. "Adriel!" he complained. Why couldn't Adriel just do it? Why did Art have to say anything out loud! The pressure on his back had disappeared which meant he could flee, but he didn't want to anymore. He wanted Adriel to touch his hole, but he couldn't say that! He decided to settle on the spanking. "Yes, please."

"'Yes, please' what, Artemio?" Adriel purred. "Give me full sentences, precious."

"Please keep spanking me," Art whined. "I'm still a bad boy."

"No, no, if I'm going to keep spanking you, it's because you are a good boy. Say it, Art, that you want it for your reward since you took your punishment."

Art groaned - he was so embarrassed that he wanted to say no. Except he was so hard that he couldn't say no and he didn't want to say no! "I want to be spanked for my reward!" Art whined out. "I got my punishment and I'm a good boy now!"

As Adriel had hoped, Art saying the last bit made him stop smelling of guilt and shame so the sweeter smells of embarrassment and arousal filled the space instead. "Good boy," Adriel coo'ed, then he gave Art's bum another firm spank. By the third one, Art was making needy whines after each gasped out moan, and when Adriel squeezed Art's cheek to tease and catch a glimpse of the hole, Art jerked and tried to hump his leg a couple times before stilling himself. "Does my little mate want to feel more good?" Adriel coo'ed again. He added his second hand so each plump cheek was held, and he pulled them apart to expose Art's hole completely. Art arched his back and got on his tippy toes to push his butt up with a moan. "Does my mate need me to give his wet little hole some spanks, too?"

"Yeesssss," Art hissed out as his hole spasmed . That was exactly what he needed, and even though a portion of him was mortified that Adriel had such an intimate view of his hole, he needed it so bad that he was able to ignore that niggle of embarrassment. "Please please, spank my naughty hole alpha~!"

"No, no, it's your good little hole," Adriel corrected. "You are a good boy now."

"I'm a good boy, please please spank my hole!" Art sobbed out. He was so so happy to hear that he was a good boy even though he was like this. "Please I'm sorry I'm a good boy!"

"Yes you are," Adriel agreed, then he let go of Art's butt and picked him up in a bridal carry as he stood. "Let's go to our room - I need you to hold yourself open for me since I can't do that and spank your hole."

Art eeped at the sensation of being flipped and picked up, and he flailed before he managed to get his arms around Adriel's neck even though he knew Adriel would never drop him. "To bed?" Art asked, his tone suddenly a little fearful. What if Adriel wanted that?! He wasn't ready for i]that[/i]! But... he had started this, he was the one that-

"To bed, and I won't be removing my clothes at all and there will be no sex, Art," Adriel purred as he stopped in the middle of the bathroom. "This is a reward for you, lovely, for being such a good boy. Then we can kiss and cuddle as my reward."

Art relaxed in Adriel's arms even as he felt more arousal stir. "Okay," he agreed. However, part of him knew that that would not be fair to Adriel. His sense of smell was coming back, and he could smell how aroused Adriel was with his nose so close to Adriel's neck because of the way he was being carried. "What if I want to make you feel good, too? Or... See that?"

Adriel groaned as he walked through the doorway and into their room. "Artemio, you don't have to reciprocate, but if you want to, I can teach you how to kiss or touch that - anything you want to learn. Remember we don't need to have sex to help each other feel good." He set Art on the bed and started to kick off his own shoes. "Now, on your knees, face and chest on the bed, and use your hands to show me your pretty hole if you still want to do this."

Art felt the embers of his lust roar back to life at the orders. Again, all he had to do was obey to get what he wanted, and he forgot all about his embarrassment as he hurried to comply. His fingers slipped because of how slick his butt was, and he shivered when he accidentally touched his hole in the process of trying to get a firm hold of his cheeks, and he didn't think he had ever felt more turned on even while he was in heat than he did now. Heat was a necessity, a natural body function, while this... was not. This was him wanting Adriel to touch him, touch his hole, even if it meant spanking his hole.

Adriel admired the glistening pucker that looked as tight as a virgin's hole, and he had to ignore his own painfully hard erection. "Such a good boy," he coo'ed, and he smiled when he saw Art's hole clench so that more slick dripped out from the compliment. He raised his right had and gave it a gentle flick that made Art moan, and he in turn licked his lips and how delicious the spread before him looked. He gave it a slightly harder flick that made Art moan louder and push his butt back, so his third flick was a firm one that made Art needily whine while his hole twitched with anticipation. He firmly pressed the pad of his thumb against Art's hole, and Art rocked back against it hard. "Oooh, does this need to be pet rather than spanked?"

"Nnn, yes alpha," Art groaned. It felt so good that he could feel himself begin to drool into the mattress, but he didn't care. It felt too good to care, and he wanted more. "Pet me, please, I'm a good boy~"

"Ooooh, such a good boy to remember that he is being rewarded," Adriel said with delight even as he pressed harder and rubbed. He had no worried about his thumb slipping in since he was using the pad rather than the end, and he briefly grinned when Art's butt began to circle counter to his own pattern to get even more friction. "Such a beautiful hole, too. Do you want your hole kissed? It looked so tasty that I would love to kiss it if you want that."

Adriel had not even gotten on the bed, and the way he was respecting Art's space had Art feeling safe to keep exploring. "Yes," he breathed out. He recalled Adriel doing that while he had been in heat, and it had felt phenomenal back then. "Please please, kiss your good omega there~"

"Let go of your butt, then," Adriel said, and his hands took the place of holding Art spread open. "Pinch and play with your nipples and no touching your penis, Art. You will be a good boy and listen, right?"

Art whined since he had just been about to take himself in hand, but he was a good boy. "Yes, I'm a good boy," he agreed, and he slid his hands up and hunched his back so he could get to his chest. The new position had his face mushed more against the mattress which meant it got wetter with his drool. He couldn't care about that since he felt Adriel's hot tongue against the back of his balls, and his moan started off normal but slowly turned into a deeper and gutteral groan as it trailed up towards his hole. By the time it was there, he was tugging and pulling on his nipples for the sharp pain and pleasure that had kept him from demanding Adriel to go faster.

Adriel had given him rules, after all, and even if it had originally been for the spanking, it felt right to also apply it here. Adriel had been in charge of his punishment, and now Adriel was in charge of his reward, and that thought along with the lapping tongue made his breathe catch, his body shudder, and then he started coming all over the sheets.

Adriel was shocked when his little mate started coming untouched, but he was also pleased and poked the spasming hole with his tongue so it slipped inside. Art gasped for air and cried out his pleasure, and he started pushing his butt back against Adriel's face like he was trying to fuck his tongue. Adriel sealed his mouth over Art's hole and grabbed his hips to keep him still, and he pushed his tongue in as deep as he could while Art's hole clenched and spasmed around it.

"Yes yes yeEs!" Art screamed, the last one so loud that his voice cracked. Adriel's tongue was not long enough to touch the spot deeper inside of him, but just the thought of being penetrated by it while the slick muscle opened his hole enough to change the pleasurable burn of the spanking into something euphoric. "Mooore~!"

Sticking to his word of no sex was difficult, especially with Art's demands for more, but Adriel was not going to break his little omega's trust. He let go of Art's right hip to slip his hand between Art's legs so he could massage Art's balls, and it made Art keen with pleasure when he started to pump his tongue in and out. Art spread his knees apart while Adriel continued to hold his left hip to keep him from pushing back or humping the air, and once Art had popped his ass out and seemed comfortable in the new position, he started stroking Art's member with his right hand and pulled back his head enough to start licking Art's rim open.

"Nnnn, ya ya!" Art panted out. His throat hurt from cracking his voice, but now Adriel was stroking him and his tongue was doing something that made his hole twitch and stay open for the next lick. He needed more, though. So much more. He needed it so much that he thought he was an idiot for being so afraid of touching and being touched by Adriel. "Sex, please please I'm a good boy!"

Adriel nearly came in his own pants hearing Art begging for sex, but he clung to his self control, pulled away, then flipped Art onto his back so he was laying in his own come puddles. "No sex," he ordered, then he took Art's member into his mouth and began to finger Art's hole.

Art took the rejection hard, but before he could protest or cry, his spent and half-hard member was in Adriel's mouth and Art had never had that in anything before! Then there was a finger pressing into his hole, and he cried out and forgot all about the 'no.' It only took one suck to get his infertile penis as hard as it had been before he had come with it, and he grabbed Adriel's hair while he wrapped his legs around Adriel's head and bucked up into Adriel's mouth for more.

Adriel loved how wild he was driving Art, but no matter how hard Art squirmed and pushed his butt back when he wasn't bucking up to try to fuck Adriel's throat, only allowed his finger to go a little past one knuckle deep and juuuust shy of Art's prostate. He reached up with his right had to pinch and tweak Art's nipple - a task Art had completely forgotten when he had been flipped - and Art grabbed his wrist in both hands and began to writhe. Art kept spurting drops of come in sync with how his hole kept pushing out more slick, and Adriel hummed around the delicious taste while he kept Art on edge.

Art was going insane. He needed to come, except his penis was only an erogenous zone and he had already come once. That meant he needed more, but Adriel wasn't going deep enough for what he needed! The waved of pleasure just kept building and building while he yanked on Adriel's hair, but he couldn't say anything since he forgot how to talk! He forgot how to do anything except feel, so the only sounds he emitted were shrill whines and keens that he hoped Adriel would soon understand!

That wasn't to be, though. Adriel kept Art writhing on his mouth and fingers until Art's body started shaking with need. Art had had to finally stop yanking and non-verbally demanding out of exhaustion that made his muscles relax and tremble, and that was when Adriel pushed his finger in passed the second knuckle and curled it to press against Art's prostate. Art's whole body bowed up as he screamed with pleasure, and Adriel greedily swallowed up every bit of the sweet and salty clear liquid while he eased his finger out and soothingly rubbed the outside of Art's spasming hole.

Adriel slid the hand on Art's chest down to his own pants, and it only took a few firm rubs for him to get himself off in his own pants with a quiet grunt while he suckled on Art's softening member for the last drops of precious liquid. Art was a shivering mess that was making incoherent little "un un un" whimpers, so he grabbed the back of Art's knees to pull his ass up into the air to lick Art's hole clean, too. Every lash of his tongue made Art's muscles twitch in random placed of his body - a hand that tried to flop up, a foot that gave a half hearted kick into the air, a small squirm despite Art's own weight on his shoulders - but he didn't stop since it also milked his anal orgasm out longer to feed him more of Art's release. He didn't stop until even Art's hole was too tired to twitch so had a very small gape from the licking and fingering, then he crawled into bed, gathered Art up in his arms, and covered them both in a blanket.

"Nap time," Art coo'ed into Art's ear. It was probably almost ten in the morning, but Art had been in hysterics and getting spanked by the time they were supposed to be in the water. He had to wear out his precious mate, and he hoped Art didn't regret it later. If Art wanted sex later, he would definitely be up for that, but he figured that he would need to explain that he had said no so that Art would understand what 'negotiations' meant and that he would respect pre-sex boundaries rather than take advantage of an Art who was might be too aroused and make a decision he would regret later... Like he did while he was in his heat.

He waited until he heart Art's quiet little snores, then he slipped out of bed so he could resume cooking breakfast. It was what he had been doing before Art's panicked screaming nearly gave him a heart attack. He had nearly cried with relief when it it was only over the washing machine having eaten something, and being emotionally yanked about had actually made him cry a little bit when he saw it was the blanket that had the Navajo pictogram of 'fortune in love' because it had served its purpose. His silly little mate had not listened at all about how the blanket's magic was complete, nor how he could probably fix it with a reparo because of that, and... Well, it definitely lead to more fortune in love and a discovery of a major kink.

His little sub loved spankings, and Adriel hoped they could explore that more if Art ever got comfortable with sex.

Adriel's eyes roamed over Art's body as he stepped into the tub with his mate. Art was perhaps a month from giving birth, complained that he felt like a hot air balloon that was ready to pop, was at the point that he wanted the kids to be born, and was usually cranky. However, he loved the nightly baths Adriel have began to make a few nights ago, and tonight was the first time he was using powdered herbs rather than fresh herbs.

The bath water was a beautiful green like a hot spring from Yellowstone Park while the tub and the fireplace was something Adriel himself had made when their Lancaster house was being built. With the water, he had secretly worked on making a right mixture meant to soothe muscles, reduce swelling, and relax the body, and Art looked so very blissed out as he shifted to make room so Adriel could sit behind him.

As soon as Adriel was settled in behind Art, Art wiggled his plump butt into Adriel's lap until Adriel's half hard penis was nestled in between Art's soft globes. "I love you," Art sighed. "My ankles feel sooooo much better already. Can we stay in here all night?"

Adriel wrapped his arms around Art so his hands were possessively holding Art's large belly. "We can't, but we can stay in here for longer than half an hour since I changed the mixture," he replied. His next words were a little muffled since he started to mouth Art's neck, and Art sharply inhaled then shivered with pleasure as he tilted his head to the side to give Adriel more access to it. "I can dry then carry you to bed, though. Would my lovely mate like that?"

"Uh huuuh," Art moaned, but when nothing else happened for another minute, he wiggled his butt a little to try to tease Adriel into doing more. Adriel slowly to kiss Art's neck by lightly brushing his lips down to the shoulder, but his hands remained in place and he did not try to rub his erection against Art. Art whined, then his little mate impatiently slapped the top of the water. "Stop teasing me!"

"Oh? Are we feeling better about the large windows?" Adriel playfully asked. Taking a hot bath while overlooking snow had been beautiful, and now that it was March and spring was beginning, hints of green were cropping up. "I thought there was no sex rule?"

"I changed my mind," Art declared. "Besides, like you said, nobody can look in! Now, serve me!"

Adriel chuckled at Art's adorable command - he had deliberately been spoiling Art and was still trying to coax him into establishing a kingdom together, and Art seemed to enjoy this type of roleplay where he topped from the bottom as a bratty little submissive. "Of course, your Highness," he purred. "I am but your loyal knight and body servant. Will you please tell me what aches the most?" One hand started slipping up in between Art's breasts. "Perhaps your chest?"

"Oh, yesss," Art hissed as he thrust his chest up, then flinched when Adriel lightly brushed against the bottom right nipple. "Especially the uh... new pair. They still won't leak and it hurts!"

Art had grown a second set of breasts, and Adriel was absolutely fascinated with them. They sat right under what used to be Art's flat pecs, and though they weren't as large as a pregnant woman's breasts, they were as large as a nice pair of regular breasts. They also made Art complain about his lower back a lot.

Art's top pair had started leaking at the four month mark, though it had not fully developed into milk until a couple weeks ago. At the four month mark, Art's second pair of breasts had started growing in, and they were apparently very tender which meant that Adriel had not been allowed to fondle them though light caresses were sometimes tolerated. Especially when his little mate was horny like he seemed to be right now.

"Does Your Highness also ache down here?" Adriel asked as he slipped his other hand down, and Art quickly spread his legs then moaned when Adriel moved past his balls and to his hole. Art had also stopped being able to get hard at the two month mark, but he could now come while completely soft when he was being fucked and knotted. Espcially knotted. Art very much loved when Adriel would knot him. "Oh my, I must have neglected you for you to make that kind of noise."

"Adriel!" Art whined while he squirmed, and Adriel bit Art's neck when Art began to tense up with irritation since he wouldn't push his fingers in. "Nnnn~ Adriel! More, please please!"

Art knew how much Adriel loved it when Art went from demanding to needy, and it was a genuinely needy moan since he could feel slick start to leak out even though he was rubbing his mate in the water. "I'm afraid I must move you a bit, Your Majesty," Adriel said in a husky tone, then he slid his hands to Art's hips so he could pick him up and turn him around. Art's expression had gone from grumpy to comprehending to eager in that split second it took for him to do so, and Art was quick to wrap his legs behind Adriel to make the transition to the new position easier. Adriel slipped one hand behind Art while he continued to hold Art with the other so he could line up his penis to Art's entrance, and Art groaned as he wiggled down until the head popped in. That was when Adriel stopped Art's downward movements despite his own want to bury himself in all the way, and he held Art up. "There, now let's see what we can do about your chest. Just put your hands on my shoulders to keep your balance and I will take good care of you, Your Majesty."

Art had gone to looking even grumpier when Adriel had not let him impale himself, but Adriel lifted an eyebrow in challenge and Art immediately folded under the look. The midwife they allowed in once a week had warned them that though sex was still okay, it had to be gentle since Adriel could no longer bury himself in all the way. Art was still unhappy to get that news a few days ago, but he was beginning to adjust.

Adriel rewarded Art's behavior by leaned in and giving one of the bottom nipples a flick of his tongue while he nudged up into Art's passage a bit, and Art moaned as his hands tightened their grip. He gently wrapped his lips around the nipple, then he rubbed the flat of his tongue over the tip while his lips kept it from rolling around. He understood that they were very tender so he did not suck, and this more careful technique seemed to please Art since his hips started to make tiny thrusting motions. Adriel paid attention to the timing of Art's motions, then he started to twitch his own hips up to carefully move in until the end of his dick was deep enough to stimulate Art's prostate.

Art keened with pleasure, and Adriel increased his speed to match Art's increase while he gave Art's tender nipple a tiny suck. He knew Art's breasts were ready to begin leaking very very soon, so he was hoping he could stimulate it to do so. Art also enjoyed a bit of pain with his pleasure, so he kept up those very gentle suckles until Art began to have his first orgasm. That was the cue for him to take Art's breast a little deeper into his mouth to carefully suck a large area so that the feeling would spread out rather than center on only Art's nipple.

Art shuddered hard, and the hot passage that was trying to milk Adriel got tighter. Art's gasped moans began to mix with quiet little whines, but his good little mate didn't try to press his hips down like he so desperately seemed to want. Adriel rewarded him with another inch, and that was when he got a sweet and watery burst in his mouth. Art pressed his chest against Adriel's face with wordless whines that demanded more when he went to pull back to make sure it was what he thought it was, so he continued to suck and was forced to swallow while Art's orgasm calmed down into relieved sounding moans.

Not that Adriel had stopped moving his hips, but he had slowed down his movements and was no longer directly hitting his mates prostate. He was able to pull his head back when Art relaxed, and he eyed the cherry red and wet nipple that had a hole that had finally opened up. Adriel carefully ran his tongue over the roof of his mouth to fully taste the aftertaste he had been left with, and the iron taste of blood was so light that he estimated there was less than half a drop of blood then that last barrier had opened up.

"Is that satisfactory, Your Royal Highness, and should I also do the other?" he asked, lean he leaned in to lave his tongue over the nipple above the breast he had sucked on and was rewarded with a drop of real milk. Art's milk was sweet and delicious, but he refused to drink any for himself. He insisted that they pump and store it for when Adriel would be bottle feeding the children so that if Art's breasts ran dry a little too early - a possibility with first time mothers - they would have at least a couple months worth of milk on hand. However, Art had managed to talk him into drinking one very memorable night by saying he wanted practice, and Adriel, weak willed and curious, went along with it and ended up knotting Art since they had both very much enjoyed it. "This one is finally leaking, so I could try the same thing with the other."


Art's last word had ended on a wail, but it changed into a groan when Adriel sharply bucked up to bury a little more than half his length inside his bratty little mate before Art could really get into throwing a little pregnancy tantrum. The complaint did give Adriel an idea, but he wasn't going to reward the brat behavior by telling Art about it yet. "I planned to give you several orgasms while I tended to your breasts, then have my own fill of you once you were so relaxed that I could use you like a cock sleeve, but you are being a brat," he lectured, taking the dominant role now that Art had broken character. "Tell me why I shouldn't just tend to the other breast while I give you only one more orgasm, spank you, then make you go to bed dripping slick because you decided to get upset over something neither one of us is allowed to have."

"I'm sorry!" Art apologized, and he tried to lean forward to hug and nuzzle Adriel but Adriel's hold kept Art in place. Tears sprang to Art's eyes and he looked down with remorse. "I'm really really sorry, I won't be a brat. I just miss your knot! I miss falling asleep with it in me, then waking up to feeling how much I would leak when you pulled out. Then you would clean me up with your tongue until my hole would close just so we could do it all over again!"

Once again, Art's open and earnest truth came out sounding like the filthiest of dirty talk. However, it was actually meant in an innocent way, and like usual, it made Adriel's will crumble. His little minx had figured out that being completely honest about what he wanted and liked made Adriel happy, and that if detail was added, he could get Adriel to forgive him just about anything and give him what he wanted when it came to sex and a few other things. Adriel knew that him giving in was the real reason Art was turning into a bratty submissive, but Adriel would let Art get away with it until Art figured out that it was the innocent dirty talk part that made Adriel give in. Once Art figured it out and started to be deliberate about it, it would no longer be innocent.

Art also knew that Adriel was crumbling, so he tightened the muscles in his butt to squeeze Adriel's penis. "I miss how full you make me," he quietly begged with sad eyes. "I'm sorry."

"You are such a brat," Adriel grumbled, but he also lifted Art up enough so he could lazily begin to shallowly thrust. "My little brat needs to make it up to me with more than apologies, though. Come, show me how much more you have learned about kissing."

Art had become a very good kisser since they had had plenty of practice, but that was the signal that Adriel wanted messy kisses like Art's initial kisses were. Art moaned when he leaned forward since it changed the angle of Adriel's thrusts, but he dutifully pushed his tongue into Adriel's mouth and mapped out the inside of it until he drew Adriel's tongue into his own mouth, then he tucked on Adriel's tongue like he would suck on Adriel's dick. That made Adriel groan, and he started to speed up his thrusts and inched deeper until he felt his knot begin to inflate, and his moans turned into desperate whimpers since he very much wanted to push it in. Art also joined his sounds with sad whines, but to Adriel's relief, Art didn't wiggle his bum to try to tempt Adriel even deeper like he had been. When he came, it was with a groan of relief rather than a moan of pleasure, but he broke off the kiss and started to lick, suck, and gently bite on Art's neck to show his appreciation for Art's consideration.

Adriel brought his knees up to lay Art against his thighs, and he slipped his hands lower to finger Art's hole despite his dick being inside of it. Art squirmed as he started making needy little noises, but he was still trying to be good since he didn't bear down. He slowly pulled his cock back until it almost slipped out, pushed a the tip of his left finger in, then pushed his dick back in while he tugged on Art's rim to stretch it.

"Please please my other breast," Art begged, catching on to what Adriel was going to do. "I will be a good boy! Your good omega!"

Adriel sucked and licked down Art's chest and to the other nipple while he continued his slow thrusts. Art arched his upper back over Adriel's knees to thrust his chest out, and the new position also meant that Art would have to take a moment to sit up if he wanted to try and push his butt down. Adriel began to lav his tongue over the sealed nipple which made Art dig his fingers into Adriel's hair with a moan, and he was still slowly pushing his finger in. Able to trust Art to not do anything bad, Adriel stared to push in another finger since Art was most definitely slick enough for it, especially since Adriel's come was also starting to leak out. Art was almost drooling by the time both fingers were in, and Adriel's own hands being in the way also meant that Adriel could finally fuck Art hard without risking going too deep.

"Hang on to my neck and tighten your legs," Adriel huskily demanded, and when Art stopped yanking on his hair and gripped his shoulders with his hands and waist with his legs, Adriel started fucking Art hard. Art's loud keen echoed through the room, and it got even louder when Adriel started sucking the second breast harder than he had the first without all the gentle teasing, though he was still careful about it. It made Art squirm with a whining yelp that meant it was too much but also not enough, so Adriel shifted his thrusts enough to make sure he was rubbing up against Art's prostate and his mate began to come for the second time that night.

Adriel didn't stop or slow down, and Art didn't seem to want him to since he had finally started pushing down to meet Adriel's thrusts. There was a slightly metallic taste of blood in his mouth, but he mostly tasted the watery-sweet almost milk, so he stopped sucking on that breast and latched onto the nipple above it instead. Art started humping forward as Adriel began to drive him towards over stimulation, and Adriel felt Art's floppy penis slap against his belly. That was when Adriel carefully curled his fingers - very carefully since he didn't want to scratch himself nor Art - and Art squeezed him tighter around the waist as his cries got higher pitched and his orgasm stronger.

"So tight," Adriel groaned as he released the nipple after taking only a small sample to wash out the taste of the clearer liquid with something much sweeter. He was struggling to curl them up all the way to simulate a mock-knot, and though Art seemed to be enjoying it, he knew it would not be enough for either of them. He pulled his fingers out on the next pull back and quickly held Art still since he knew that Art was far gone enough to try and shove himself down to get the 'knot' back in. Art did try, and when he found that Adriel had stopped thrusting and was holding him still, he cried in both pleasure and frustration since he had expected more and found things coming up flat. "Shhh, be a good little omega and settle down. I promise I will knot you if you stay here and calm down."

Art whined with defeat and give Adriel a sulky glare once his orgasm had come to a stop and he had let go. "You are so spoiled," Adriel lightly teased as he lifted Art off his lap and sat him off to the side, then he dodged Art's half-hearted bat to give him a kiss on the cheek and stood up. "Stay here and keep your eyes closed."

Art glowered at him one more time, then he shut his eyes with a pout that Adriel wanted to kiss. He waded out of the deep tub, padded to the changing room next to the fireplace, then grabbed his wand and looked down at his dick. He just needed to make it shorter by a couple inches, then he would bend Art over and fuck him hard. The water gave plenty of buoyancy and protection for Art's belly and lower back, and they could both be happy.

The question was... sarcomancy or transfiguration? Unless botched, transfiguration was temporary, and if botched, it could lead to unexpected or bad consequences that may or may not be fixed. Sarcomancy was more sculpting, and it would stay in that shape. However, it meant he would need to make himself thicker, and it could be... painful. He decided on the latter - a little bit of pain now for a lot of fun, and being thicker would help Art's passage stretch which would make childbirth easier. He threw up a silencing ward so his whimpers wouldn't be heard, and when he was done, he had to take a moment to steady his shaking legs because yes, it had indeed hurt and he was no longer hard at all. A good thing since Art would probably not be able to tell the difference if his eyes were open.

In all, it took less than five minutes, and Art was looking even grumpier by the time he returned. However, Art's eyes were closed, and when he heard Adriel step into the water, his expression brightened. "Finally!" Art exclaimed. "What took you so long? Did you get one of our toys? You don't need to use a toy, I promise. I'm sorry if I upset you - it was feeling so good and it was so close to feeling like a knot but I would rather you also come inside me rather than use a toy to make only me get to come."

Art hadn't let Adriel get a word in as he tumbled out his apologies, and Adriel's heart melted. He sat down where he had been before and wrapped one arm around Art's waist while he slipped his other hand down to fondle his own penis to see if it was still hurting. The ache was more of a lingering superficial pain, so he figured he would recover in a few more minutes. "Oh, no, not a toy, but it is a surprise," he purred. "Stand up in front of me, beloved, and let me kiss your chest and belly for a bit."

Art's confused expression was adorable, but he took Art's hands when Art blindly held them up and guided Art to stand in between his legs. The water was at waist level, so he slid one hand behind Art to start fingering his hole with three fingers while the other rubbed Art's round belly, and he partially got up so he could brush his lips against the lower set of nipples. Art gasped and grabbed Adriel's shoulders at the sudden assault, and his little mate alternated between moans and little whines of pain if his lips pressed against a tender nipple too hard.

Art was panting hard by the time Adriel was ready, and he had stretched Art out enough that his little mate would feel the burn but wouldn't bleed. He pulled his fingers out and whirled Art around, then he guided his dick to Art's hole. "Grab the edge of the tub and bend over, omega," he barked, and Art's expression conflicted between needy and getting ready to snarl back. Adriel stood up all the way to plant a gentle kiss on Art's lips to show that it was just role play and he loved Art very much, and Art turned around, grabbed the edge of the tub, and bent over. Better yet, his love got on his tippy toes so his hole was barely above the water level, and it popped his ass out nicely while his belly sank deeper into the water. "Such a good omega, so ready to be filled with my come. Scream."

He hilted himself with one hard push, and Art did scream. Art was slick from his orgasms so the scream was one of surprise and pleasure with a bit of pain, and Adriel didn't let Art adjust to the new size since he immediately grabbed Art's hips and began to pound into him like he would were in he a rut. Art whined and relaxed himself more to take the punishment, but he trusted Adriel so much that he didn't question him about it. Adriel slid his hands forward to Art's groin, but rather than play with the soft prick or smaller balls, he grabbed Art's inner thighs to make him spread his legs apart. It made Art's bottom end up below the water level, and it allowed Adriel to lean forward over Art's back so he could bite and suck on Art's shoulders.

After days of not getting his sexual fulfillment as he had wanted, the sudden dominance and promise of being full had Art completely go lax to be fucked. Adriel caught Art before he fell in the water without stopping, and squeezed Art's upper breast with his left hand and possessively growled. His right hand slid down to Art's belly to delicately hold it, and that made Art's channel contract while Art himself whined then began to push back.

Adriel had not fucked Art like this since the days Art was in heat, but going by how Art gripped his left wrist with both hands to hold on rather than pull away and how his whines were more the quiet whines of an omega trying to stay silent despite their pleasure, he knew Art was enjoying it. Art was also not using any safe words, and his channel was still trying to contract to push out more slick. Something it couldn't do since Adriel's girth had Art too plugged up to allow it to escape for now.

"Look at you, ready to be bred on my cock," he growled into Art's ear, and Art gasped then jerked as he came hard. To Adriel's surprise, there was a tiny whiff of heat that meant that were Art not pregnant, his heat would have started. It also meant that had it been another alpha, they could have forced a false bond. It made Adriel grunt, and he made his thrusts longer a few times so that he could hit directly hit Art's prostate until Art screamed with pleasure. Art's channel milked Adriel so hard that his knot began to form. "Such a horny little omega, wanting my knot." He started to pound in hard enough that the tub's water began to slosh out, but his hold on Art's belly was gentle while the hand that had been carefully squeezing Art's breast slid up to his shoulder to provide better support. "Feel it stretching your rim as I pound it in and out?"

Art keened and began to alternate between trying to push his butt back for more then jerk forward since it was a bit wider than normal. Honestly, his girth had not increased that much, but even something like an eighth of an inch could be felt, especially when it came to the forming knot he was shoving in an out of Art's rim. It was doing its job in forcing the trapped slick to begin to flow out, and Art was still trying to take it, so he didn't stop. "You want it so bad. I'll make sure you are nice and open, carry you out of the tub while we are still connected, then continue to use your sweet little hole until it stops resisting my knot."

"Nnnngh, what did you do?!" Art gasped out, and Adriel grinned into the back of Art's neck since his little omega's intelligence had finally broken him out of that deep submissive state. "We aren't supposed to-"

"Sarcomancy," Adriel grunted, then he shoved himself in and pulled Art up as he stood up straight so that Art's own weight popped Adriel's knot in all the way. Art let out a startled scream and his nails dug into Adriel's wrist, but his little prick was spraying clear come. "Impaled and helpless on my dick, little omega, and you love it. Do you feel me filling you up?"

"Adrieeel," Art moaned. He was wiggling so much that Adriel lowered the both of them into the water so he wouldn't fall, and honestly all that workout had Adriel breathing hard so he stepped back to sit down. The new position made Art squirm more and keen since his knot was apparently now deep enough to press against Art's prostate, and Adriel took Art's soft prick in hand to massage it.

Yet, despite the pleasure, Art's moans had a slightly panicked edge to it. "Relax, love," Adriel coo'ed into Art's ear as he began the aftercare to help Art come down off his orgasmic high. "Sarcomancy is flesh magic - resculpting living flesh into a new form. It is semi-permanent... Long lasting unlike transfiguration, and as long as the person doing it understands the underlying tissues and muscles that are to be reshaped, no harm. It can be permanent, too, but that has other potential consequences like the area not aging well after a few years since the nerves and such are no longer properly aligned. No, no, don't tense up, I know what I am doing and I am not making it permanent, either. Well, I know what I'm doing in regards to my penis, anyway, and the changes were minor. I just displaced a couple inches of length into girth... Which is why you feel so stretched. I wouldn't be able to do that with my arm since I have no idea how to adjust bone, but a bit of surface level change is how I soften my features when I dress up as a female. I would never hurt you, and since the midwife said the length was the issue, I took care of that."

"I thought you said that was transfiguration?" Art asked. He had finally settled down with the explanation and was accepting Adriel's attentions since he was unable to get up. Adriel had stopped massaging Art's prick and balls now that he was no longer coming, and he was massaging Art's inner thighs instead. "What is so different?"

"Sarcomancy is a branch of transfiguration, though it would probably fall better under a combination of necromancy and healing magics," Adriel explained. "It's practically a forgotten art - it never gained much popularity in the first place since the understanding of tissue structures, nerves, blood veins, bone structures, and all of that is still not known well enough to do something like a liver transplant. Those that use it just do it for superficial things like scars, blemishes, and the like and they get paid very very well for doing so, but it is a painful process. The mistake for necromancy is when someone attempts the darker application for it. The dark wizards that practice the art get mistaken as necromancers since it takes a lot of trial and error to figure out how to do something like grafting wings to a person, and even then, those wings end up rotting fairly quickly since the human body doesn't produce whatever it is that birds produce that makes new feathers and the oil glads that feathers and wings need. That in turn kills the person who it was grafted on to since the rot goes all the way down to the bone and... I should stop being so graphic while I have you knotted."

Adriel couldn't help the snicker when Art breathed a sigh of relief - he couldn't see his mate's expression, but he imagined it was one of those 'eeew how horrible' expressions. Then Art stiffened up which made Adriel wince a little because Art's channel almost got painfully tight. "What do you mean painful?" he asked in an accusing tone. "Adriel Chee, did you do weird voodoo magic stuff that hurts you for gain?!"

Adriel wondered how Art jumped from one type of magic to a completely different type of magic, but he pushed that thought to the side so he could fast-talk his way out of getting in trouble. "Of course not," he replied. He tried to nuzzle Art's neck, but Art made his little kitten growl while he pushed Adriel's head away. Adriel had to hold Art's thighs when his little mate twisted his body around to also glare since he did not want his dick ripped off. "Ow, love, please please relax before you rip off my manhood!"

That made Art relax his body, but the glare got stronger. "You are hiding something!"

"I'm not, I swear!" Adriel coaxed as he resumed his massage. "Yes, it hurt, but no it wasn't voodoo magic where you sacrifice for gain. It hurt in the way that pulling a muscle hurts, only it doesn't last since the nerves settle into the new position quickly. The pain was gone and I was hard again by the ten minute mark, and ten minutes is nothing compared to getting to knot you over and over all night. Uhm... Just to make sure, you did enjoy yourself, right? You know I was not being serious with the things I was saying?"

"I know," Art replied, and though he still looked unhappy, his glare had softened when Adriel inquired after Art's welfare. "I know," he repeated with a small and fleeting smile that made Adriel treasure it even more with how quick it passed. "And what is done is done, I suppose, but don't do that again!"

Adriel gave Art an innocent smile as he slid his hands up Art's belly, and Art made grumbling sounds as he faced forward to lean back against Adriel's chest so that Adriel could rub Art's belly. "I will need to change it back," he pointed out as he started to nuzzle Art's neck. "And it really doesn't bother me since I also use it to make myself look female for you. Since I can't do bones, making myself shorter is just a touch of the shrinking charm, but the sarcomancy is only for superficial purposes and doesn't bother me at all. Women do things like plucking their eyebrows, and honestly, cursing my body hair off hurts more since it gets ripped out. But that pain, too, only lasts until I apply essence of dittany. You and I both wanted to have my knot buried in you just like this, and I would never do something that could cause permanent problems since my body also belongs to you."

Art, who had grown quite possessive, completely relaxed and wiggled on Adriel's knot with a groan when Adriel said his body belonged to him. "Oh, fine," he attempted to grumble in an effort to sound cranky, but his scent was beginning to turn towards arousal once more. Adriel loved Art's insatiable pregnancy hormones, and he began to suck on Art's neck. "Mmmm, well, I trust you to know your weird magics, anyway. J-ahst don't get that detailed about the ickier ones."

Making Art moan in the middle of a word while he sucked a hickey on Art's neck had him wishing it didn't take so long for knots to go down. "We can stay in here for another round," he decided even as his hands began to wander. One went to tweak Art's right nipple just how he liked it, and the other went down to touch and rub Art's flaccid penis. It might not be able to get hard, but it was still an erogenous zone, and Art began to rock against Adriel's knot. "Then I will carry His Royal Highness to bed to please him further. Or would you like to rest the burdens of your crown and just be my little fuck toy for the night? You were so turned on that were you not pregnant, we might have accidentally triggered your heat."

"Really?" Art whined as his hip movements alternated between wanting Adriel's knot and enjoying the way Adriel was rubbing his penis. Adriel hummed a 'yes' as he wondered if Art's prick would go back to normal once he gave birth, or if it might shrink and continue to act as it now did permanently. He hoped it would stay small and soft, he loved petting it. "Uuuh, but it is only this time, right?"

Adriel could smell the unease begin to mix into Art's aroused scent, so he stopped sucking and teasing to hold Art and nuzzled the back of his head. "It is all just play, and you can always always use the safe word, love," he reassured. His poor little mate, still so scared of being trapped as a broodmare. "I also won't be so forceful when you are not pregnant so we don't trigger an early heat. However, you are safe right now, so if you want to explore that side of you safely, we can. If you don't want to, then I can just carry you to bed and make love to you or whatever you want."

Art had settled down and relaxed once more, and Adriel kept with the safer and reassuring touches while he waited his mate out. "Experimenting would be good," Art decided after a few minutes. "You are right... I uhm liked it. Even when I didn't know you had changed your... length... I liked it so much that I forgot until you started to knot me, and I couldn't stop... coming... when you forced me down on your knot even though I was scared for the babies. But I also trusted you to also love our babies, so I didn't panic? And you were holding my belly so I knew you didn't forget them. It was confusing and scary, but it felt good and... Would it make me like a weak omega to like it?"

"No, of course not," Adriel reassured. His knot was finally beginning to loosen up, but there was still a few more minutes to go. "Many people like to be dominated. When I went into ruts, I actually preferred to find someone who was physically stronger and a better fighter, slapped leather magic suppressant cuffs I would make on myself, and had them dominate me so I wouldn't risk impregnating a rock since you know how alphas in a rut are. Even muggles enjoy such activities and there are plenty of pillow books on such topics. Liking it doesn't make you a weak little omega at all. When we are done with the scene, I'm sure I will have my bossy little mate back."

Art let out a small and quiet chuckle at being called a 'bossy little mate' and the unease went away. As did the flare of jealousy when Adriel had mentioned what he would do during ruts. Adriel began to suck a new hickey when only arousal remained, and when he moved his hands down to pull Art's thighs apart to test his silent mate, Art's arousal sharply increased. He let out a quiet growl, more of a sub-vocal warning rumble in his chest, and Art gasped then fully bared his neck with a whimper. "Alpha..."

"Hands clasped behind the back of your neck, omega," Adriel growled, and he was satisfied that Art had come to a decision when Art obeyed while his channel clenched around his dick. "You are going to take everything I give you like a good little fuck toy, right?"

"Y-yes alpha," Art stuttered out, something that had only happened when Art had been very scared. There was some fear in Art's scent, too, but it was drowned out by the arousal. "I'm just your... Your broodmare."

Adriel felt overwhelming love since Art was using the opportunity to trust Adriel and try to confront and conquer his fear, and one hand slipped up to Art's belly so he could weave water to remain around it so it would keep the belly cushioned even if he pulled Art out of the water. "That's right, my broodmare," Adriel growled, but his gentle scent of love and affection had Art relaxing rather than tensing up. "My omega to do with as I wish." His hand slid further up to Art's breasts, and he began to fondle a lower one that Art had not allowed him to fondle before since they had hurt. The earlier release of pressure with the healing bath water must have helped a lot since Art gasped and pushed his chest out for more, but Adriel stopped fondling and began to trail his fingertips over it. "To keep pregnant with pups." His left hand was still gripping Art's thigh, and he slipped it in between Art's open legs so he could push a finger in to gently play with the stretched out ring of Art's hole now that his knot was gone. "So loose from how hungry you always are for my cock. Tell me how much of a slut for my come you are."

"Alpha," Art whined whine he uncomfortably squirmed, and Adriel could see that Art was blushing hard since even his ears and the back of his neck was turning pink. Adriel growled and gave one of Art's bottom nipples a small warning tug, and it made Art's hole clamp down on Adriel's cock tight enough to push out the finger that had been playing with the rim. "I... I want your come?" Art uncertainly began, and Adriel rewarded Art by bringing up his other hand to fondle both of Art's lower breasts. "I need you to fill me and breed me, alpha. I want to have milk for you to drink any time you want since I love your mouth sucking on my nipples when they are so tender. Please please give me your cock, alpha!"

"My omega seems to enjoy having me drink his breast milk," Adriel purred, and Art squeaked as embarrassment warred with the scent of arousal. He made Art squeak again when he thrust his hips up to make Art bounce in his lap, and he rolled both bottom nipples in his fingers. "Such a good omega, wanting to please his alpha." Art's arousal won out as his little praise kink kicked in, and Adriel moved his hands up to the top nipples to give them a small squeeze so that a little bit of milk dribbled out. "Your breasts are already so full, and since you will be on my knot all night, I suppose I could milk them now so they don't hurt. What do slutty little omegas say when their alphas are being nice?"

"Thank you, alpha," Art whimpered. He still smelled embarrassed about being caught with a breast feeding kink, but there was now relief since Adriel was not mocking him about it. Also arousal. So much arousal. He pulled Art off his lap and stood up while keeping Art wrapped with one arm. "Alpha!"

Art's surprised yelp and flailing had Adriel growl, and the growl had Art whimper and obediently curl and go still which made holding Art easier. The Atlantis expedition made Adriel more proficient with water magic, too, so he used his other hand to shape a watery table a few inches below the surface for him to lay Art on. He gave Art another warning growl so Art would stay still when he moved his mate to lay down on what seemed like water, and Art took a deep breath and held his mouth and nose closed with a hand since he was apparently expecting to have to float or get dunked. He leered down at Art when Art's eyes flew open with surprise since it wasn't like Art could see a water table in the water, and he finally got to see Art's blush bloom once more. "Hands and legs spread out, omega. I want access to every part of you."

It only took Art a moment to realize the 'table' was only the width of a bench, so he let his arms float for balance while he spread his legs so they were on either side of the 'bench.' Since the creation was his, he could still walk through it like it wasn't there if he wanted, maybe stand on it for a moment if he needed, but having Art on it was the equivalent of holding Art there himself in a way so that wasn't an issue. Will power and elemental magic was odd like that, but a master of the water element could easily make a bridge out of water and walk across it. Something Adriel couldn't do at all - even with what he had done with the 'table' and the 'water shield over the belly' was very crude. A dog's muddy paw print compared to sculpture done by Donatello, really.

Art whined, and Adriel shook off his musing on elemental magic and how clumsy he was with it to stick three fingers into Art's hole. His other hand came down on top of Art's hip to keep him in place, and Art stared at his belly in amazement since he hadn't known that Adriel had put a water shield meant to cushion it. Art's fingers twitched in obvious want to touch the water that only covered his belly while the rest of his body stayed mostly above the surface of the water, and Adriel smirked.

It was Adriel's turn to pull Art out of his distraction, and he did so by noisily pumping his fingers in an out of Art's hole. Come and slick oozed out, and Art turned beet red once again. "Already filled with so much come and needing even more," Adriel growled, and when he deliberately pressed against Art's prostate to make Art buck his hips up, Art averted his eyes with an embarrassed whimper. "Lustful omega, but there is no shame since you have a proper alpha that can actually keep you sated."

He leaned forward and let the water over Art's belly take some of his weight. Art had startled from surprise, then relaxed for a moment when he realized his belly was safe, then bucked his hips up since Adriel was still finger fucking him even as he latched onto Art's top left breast. When he began to suck, Art whimpered until he got the sucking right so that his mouth began to fill with milk, then Art started to pant and whine as he tried to keep bucking to rub his flaccid penis against Adriel only to have have his own belly keep Ariel's body too high to do so.

With only the 'bench' as support and Adriel's fingers keeping Art on edge, Art tired out very quickly and his whines got even needier. "Alpha, please please breed me," he begged much like he had when he had gone into heat. "I need your knot, please please please!"

"Only good little fuck toys get knotted, and a good fuck toy stays silent and waits to be fucked," Adriel growled as he raised his head to give Art a stern look. "You take what I give you even if it is too little or too much. Thank me for what I'm giving you so far."

"I'm sorry," Art whimpered, and Adriel brushed against Art's prostate to encourage him to continue. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to be a bad... bad fuck toy." Art's face pinked again at having to say that out loud, but he didn't stop. "Thank you for drinking my milk and for knotting me once so far, and now for the fingers in my... my..." Art swallowed hard and Adriel wondered what Art was trying to say. "Your fuck hole. I mean, it's yours to to play with? I'm your fuck toy?"

Adriel had gone still with surprise at how Art was attempting to play along, but Art took it as Adriel being upset because he probably thought that Adriel thought that he was trying that Adriel was a fuck hole. "I know what you meant, and your admission to being my fuck hole pleased me very much," he purred as he shifted to line himself up without taking his fingers out yet. "I forgive you for forgetting your place, omega, since you did so well reminding yourself where your place is." He began to press in as he pulled his fingers out so Art was not left empty at all, but he was also taking his time to do it. "Such a good cock sleeve. I will breed you over and over again, keep you pregnant and popping out litters until your womb dries up, then fill your womb with come and keep you plugged so you always look pregnant."

Adriel pushed himself all the way in and latched onto Art's other nipple on that last word, and Art bucked up when Adriel pulled back to shallowly fuck him in a way that made his cock hit Art's prostate like he had done earlier. Art wobbled and yelped since the sudden pace made Art feel unbalanced, and Adriel gripped Art's hips so he didn't have to stop. "Yes, thank you please alpha!" Art whined once he stopped splashing water and flailing his arms. "Ah~ I'm going to... going to..."

Adriel hilted himself before Art could come and stilled, and he kept his hold on Art's hips as Art wailed with frustration from being brought to the edge only to be denied an orgasm. His mate swallowed a little kitten growl and turned it into a whimper, and when Adriel didn't continued to drink without saying anything, his whimper turned into needy little whines. That was when Adriel lifted his head, and he could see Art's eyes shining as he held back tears of frustration.

"Good, your pleasure is also mine, omega," he praised, and he began to flex his hips so that he pulled out almost all the way, then slowly sank into Art's soft and warm body. "I enjoy feeling you come around my cock, but I feel like using you right now and not letting you come so you understand that your cunt is for my use rather than your pleasure." He pounded in hard to make his point which made Art's mouth form an O since the breath was pushed out of him. Adriel resumed that slow in and out glide and leered at Art. "Does my omega have complaints?"

Art's eyes watered as he shook his head no - the hidden frustration had reverted to a submissive one that looked sad about making his alpha unhappy.

"Would my little fuck toy mind if I knotted him without letting him orgasm?"

Art whimpered and made himself look a little smaller as he shook his head no once again.

"Is a broodmare allowed to make demands or get upset when he doesn't get what he thinks he deserves?"

Tears silently spilled out as Art shook his head no, and Adriel felt Art's channel go loose as Art surrendered himself to Adriel's whims.

"Such a weak omega, giving in so easily," Adriel said, but he said it in a kind tone while he increased his speed. He didn't pull as far back as he usually did just so he wouldn't touch Art's prostate during his thrusts, but he knew Art still felt pleasure even if it wasn't enough just from the spot being passively stimulated. "Just how I want you - needy, eager to please, and left dry. I'll come in you like a normal human or beta would so you understand what an honor it is to have me, then you will dry off, walk yourself to our room while letting my come and your slick run down your legs, climb into out bed, then get on your knees with your chest down and ass up. If your hole is still slick, then maybe I will let you come and knot you, but you need to present yourself in such a way that you hide nothing from my eyes. Do you understand? Speak up if you do."

"Yes, alpha," Art whimpered, and he kept his eyes averted and his throat bared as Adriel stared down at him and picked up speed.

Having knotted Art not too long ago, it took Adriel a while to get himself to the point point of coming. He played with Art's body as he fucked him by tweaking nipples and tugging on his penis. Art would make the occasional whine or peek at him from time to time, but he stayed obediently still and let Adriel just use him. Honestly, it felt just like servicing a tribe member like he had done so many years ago and Adriel didn't particularly care for that feeling. However, they were role playing, he would never stick his dick in anything or anyone except Art ever again, and coming without knotting or letting Art come was just a step for the both of them to really appreciate the rest of the night.

"Such a needy slut," Adriel commented as he pulled out while he tugged on Art's drooling prick that showed that Art was still turned on, then he used a finger to lightly flick Art's hole until the rim began to flutter and close. "Tighten up your hole - I want you leaking down your legs so don't waste my come by letting it out in the tub or while drying. You have your orders, so get to work. I need to clear the tub of the mess you made before I can join you."

Art whimpered, and Adriel leaned down to gently scoop Art up and set him down on his feet by the stairs. "Are you too tired or want to stop?" he quietly asked in Art's ear as he rubbed Art's belly and released the water shield. To his relief, Art shook his head no as he gave a small smile, and they both shared a chaste kiss to reaffirm their love before Adriel gave Art's butt a spank. "Stop dawdling, you lazy omega! And I shouldn't have to say it, but no clothes!"

Art yelped and moved a hand to his backside since the slap had caused his hole to spasm. He waddled up the stairs as his fingers checked his hole to make sure he had not leaked, and he kept his fingers there as he walked into the changing room Adriel had used earlier since there were towels in there. Adriel held out his hand to summon his wand into it, then he vanished the water and threw out a couple cleaning spells before he walked to the other side of the changing room so he could give himself a rinse in the shower.

He had not given Art that opportunity for a few reasons, and he had a couple reasons why he needed to. The main reason he needed to rinse off was because he had long hair, and he didn't want come or slick that could be in it to dry and make his hair smell of sex. Not that he minded the smell of sex anywhere else on his body, but he was very picky about how his hair smelled.

The main reason he didn't allow Art the opportunity to shower after that bath was because Art actually needed the herbs to continue to soak into his skin. Then there was that he wanted Art to smell of sex. The third and most important reason was to give Art a bit of alone time to think about what was happening. If Art changed his mind about playing the type of omega he had spent his whole life afraid to be while he had some time to consider their play then they could call it quits there and do something else or even cuddle to sleep if Art wanted.

Adriel had done what he did to help Art into the proper mindset of what he wanted to try - a needy broodmare omega - and being separated from his 'alpha' for a bit would clear Art's head. With Adriel still there at the end, it was possible that Art had indicated he was fine to continue to 'please his alpha.' He would ask Art again if he wanted to continue when he entered the room even if Art presented himself like omegas trained to be broodmares were expected to do.

After his rinse, he used magic to slide the water off of him and grabbed his outer silk night robe when he got into the dressing room. Art's silk outer robe, underwear, and pajamas were still where they had been placed, and his towel was hanging on the hook, so Adriel left the bathing chamber and walked into their room. He briefly paused in the doorway since his sweet little mate surprised him yet again by conjuring shiny and red silk drapes around their bed, and he had moved the roman style silk divan that Adriel used when napping as a wolf from the large bedroom window where it normally was to the edge of the bed. It was placed there so that Adriel could get on it and mount Art if he wanted to.

Their bedroom had been a rather long and tedious affair to compromise on - Adriel was a very decadent person while Art was very much a minimalist though he was started to appreciate the luxury Adriel loved to have. He had not been allowed silk drapes around their bed, but Art gave in and let Adriel pick the biggest bed with the stoutest bed frame made out of black oak and painted gold to sleep in. Art picked the bedding, then picked more bedding when Adriel said it wasn't enough because winter was cold, then finally picked a thick comforter with velvet designs out of frustration since it was the warmed and thickest blanket at the store. Adriel was pleased so their summer bedding was plain, but it still got cold at nights so they were still using the winter blanket. Adriel picked the dresser and divan as his personal furniture, and Art decided on a reading nook and tried to pick a cheap bookshelf but got genuinely growled at when Adriel realized Art was going with press board. Art got a lecture on how cedar wood kept insects away, how press board shelves quickly bowed under the weight of books, and Art interrupted him with a stomp to exclaim he KNEW ALL THAT them stomped his way to the more acceptable (and expensive) bookshelves and pointed at the most expensive one that Adriel cheerfully paid for.

Installing said bookshelf made the air thick with the smell of guilt, and Adriel had to deal with an apologetic and tearful mate before he could make sure it was flush against the wall because Art said he didn't mean to get the most expensive one and that they should return it and get a cheaper one. Adriel pointed out that the bookshelf was beautiful, matched the room, would last over a century at least, and was a great investment so he was pleased, and when Art still felt guilty, he plopped Art into the large outer shelf and teased and aroused Art until they christened the bookshelf and could not return it at all. He installed the shelves under Art's baleful glare, but he knew that Art loved the shelves and his small reading nook. It had nothing on Art's office, but his silly mate had been very nit picky and quite refined about how his office was going to be when they talked about how the house was going to be built. The nursery was also spared no expense - they were having three kids after all - but the dining room living room, reception room, kitchen, and family room were all battles similar to their bedroom in that Art had wanted cheap or secondhand things that Adriel had to put a firm no to. Art had gotten frustrated enough to try and play the 'I am the omega and dictate house rules!" card, and Adriel countered it by removing his medicine bag turning it upside down, then shook it out until every last galleon and gold bar he had saved up specifically for his future mate made a decent pile. He said that didn't count the silver or the platinum he had in his bag, and the money from his father was still untouched in a vault so there was no reason for Art to make him or their kids go with 'good enough' when they had the means for way more than that.

After the confession about his shower fantasies, after eavesdropping on Adriel and Antoine, and after the events of Naxos was wrapped up and they were back out on the sea, it felt strange for things to just be him and Adriel once again. As strange as it was, Art had gotten used to being around people and having a fast and busy schedule, so being on the boat with Adriel was hard. Especially since they had decided to stick with the muggle cabin until they hit the magical Aegean region.

With Adriel being the only person around, Art's eyes kept being drawn to him. Adriel would fish, and when something large was on the line, Art couldn't help but notice the way Adriel's chest muscles would flex or how his arm muscles would bulge. When Art would be in the living room studying, he would see strong thighs and calves outside the window because Adriel would prowl around the deck and the outside rails. And he had taken to doing the dishes and cooking since Adriel's long hair and butt was distracting when Adriel tried to do any tasks in the tiny kitchen. The cabin had never felt so small before, but Art was seeing Adriel everywhere and smelling his faint but unique soap and oils all the time and it just kept giving Art more and more wank fantasies which was not fair!

The worst part was the bunk beds, though. Art had gotten used to sleeping with his best friend. His forever friend! But now that two feet of space in between their narrow beds that barely fit one felt more like a ravine. Art had woken the both of them up the first couple days out when he kept tumbling to the floor because his stupid sleeping self was trying to snuggle with his best friend, and it wasn't fair! He had finally gotten used to maybe actually liking and not being embarrassed about all the cuddling, and it definitely had nothing to do with how he woke up one morning with his leg thrown over Adriel's leg so his morning erection was pressed against Adriel's strong thigh with only a bit of silk and cotton separating his hard length from Adriel's flawless and bronze skin and-

Well, that had also been wank fantasy. Thoughts of 'what if he had moved just the tiny bit he had needed that morning'? Unfortunately, rather than move, he had gone completely stiff and still, terrified that Adriel might had noticed, but no, Adriel had been asleep. So Art had separated himself while wondering why his morning wood was feeling like that that morning when it was just normally there until right before or after he peed, then it would go away. It had never felt good before! And worse, it had not gone away until he had rubbed himself off in the shower he had taken after he had snuck back into his own room, and the worst part was that the front of his pants and underwear had been damp because his manhood had also been leaking and...

He hated how his mind healer and Adriel encouraged him to wank as a way to get rid of stress relief since it was all he ever seemed to want to do lately! And it was always because of Adriel! Or rather, it wasn't his best friend's fault that Art was actually a huge pervert but hadn't known about it, and it was all the mind healing sessions fault since he hadn't had this problem before!

Today, on the third day, Art couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of Art's bathing suit, either. They were preparing to go swimming - this was the first underwater thing marked on the map, but Adriel's silk bathing suit was distracting him. It was the one that Art had picked out, and the hems of the pants and the thin top fluttered in the sea breeze. It gave him tantalizing glimpses of Adriel's chest and kept drawing his attention to strong thighs (especially the one he had woken pressed up against that one morning) and Art had to jerk his head away since his own manhood was starting to tingle and get hard after that last thought.

"Art, I'm going to go back to sleeping on my hammock so you can have the room to yourself," Adriel's voice cut in. Art jerked his head up to stare at Adriel in horror as he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Did Adriel decide he didn't want to be around him anymore? Was he getting tired of Art waking him up in the middle of the night again? "Awe, don't look at me like that. We are best friends, and I am not angry at you. It's just... You keep checking me out, and it's getting hard to ignore that. Your eyes are on me almost all day now."

"They are not!" Art angrily huffed as he defensively crossed his arms over his chest. It wasn't all day! It was just a little bit here and there! "You keep distracting me while I am studying is all!"

"Either way, it would be better," Adriel sighed, and Art felt guilty since it was the sigh Adriel used when he didn't want to start a fight. "We will both have more space, and I like sleeping in my hammock anyway. You can lay out cushions on the floor so you can roll around - you got used to a big bed - and I can even enchant things so both bottom bunks and the floor between all feel like one bed for you to sleep in. Anyway, don't reject the offer and think about it while we are in the water. There is nothing wrong with the both of us needing a bit of space since we are on a tiny boat until we hit the magical section."

"Okay," Art grumbled with a frown. Even though Adriel told him to think about it, Art knew he wouldn't have a choice in the matter. It just meant that he had the morning and afternoon to come to terms with how Adriel was getting tired of being around him so much.

Art didn't take much pleasure in the sea wreck they found. Not that it wasn't great - it was. It was an entire fleet of Roman ships that Adriel identified as the missing third Carthaginian-influenced Roman ships when they were still losing ships because they couldn't sail or swim and Carthage still had the upper hand with naval warfare. There wasn't treasure in the way of gold or silver, but Adriel looked absolutely thrilled to have found a bronze shield and Art sulkily poked at a bronze ram. He didn't care that it was one of the fleets that got 'lost' and was 'never found.' He was upset that he was going to be sleeping alone that night even though he had gotten used to sleeping with Adriel for over a week and it was all because Adriel decided they needed space. Just because Art had looked at him once or twice! It was a tiny boat, how was he not supposed to look at his best friend?!

They wrapped up after five hours - Adriel had been far more enthusiastic about searching for war artifacts while Art hadn't cared. He didn't care that Adriel planned to keep the bronze shield, either. It wasn't like it was important - there were plenty of shields and such, and the only thing he felt that should go into a museum was the ship ram, anyway. Everything else was 'common artifacts' so they were boring and didn't matter and he knew that Adriel knew where to go to restore them to a museum-quality condition. There had also been some coins and good luck charms, but again, they were all common artifacts so he didn't care about them, either. He just hoped they put Adriel in a good enough mood that he would forget that he wanted to move out of the room.

All of Art's unhappy thoughts came to a screeching halt when they left the water, though. Art had never thought about how wet silk worked, so when Adriel climbed up into the boat after him, Art's brain stopped working. Adriel's bathing suit just like the soft looking silk on marble statues - there were folds and creases where the fabric bunched, but there were also dips where they followed the musculature of Adriel's chiseled torso and... Art could even see how the fabric clung to soft genitals. It was astounding how similar it was to Greek sculptures, and his fingers twitched with the need to touch and feel how all of it worked. The reminder that the bathing suit was black and the skin was a gorgeous milk caramel with the sheen of a freshly minted copper coin kept him from reaching out.

Oh. Oh! And how those muscles twitched! The wet silk material hid nothing, and Art was viscerally reminded of statues where the silk was sheer, and he wondered what color silk would make it opaque rather than sheer so there could be a hint like fogged up glass. The sunlight reflected off the wet black silk, abs and pecs tightened when Adriel moved his arms, and Art's breathing started to pick up when he saw soft genitals begin to grow hard in a way that reminded him of statues and paintings of Dionysus, Pan, and satires.

"ART!"

Art's head jerked up and his eyes were wide with shock when he heard his name, then he flushed when he realized he had been so caught up in comparing silk and muscles that he had forgotten it was his best friend he was staring at. "Sorry!" he yelped as he stumbles back to the stairs that would lead to the top deck. "It was the statues! I mean, muscles of satires! Wait! No! I mean silk! Silk! It made me think of statues! I wasn't thinking about satires at all!"

Adriel growled at him, and he stumbled on the steps and felt a sharp pain on his butt as he began to fall back. He had not even stopped screaming when he felt Adriel grabbing his hands, and he wanted to wrap his arms around Adriel's neck because he was falling falling falling but Adriel had his hands pinned above his head and the shock of feeling Adriel's thigh pressed against his own manhood (when had it gotten so hard?!) felt so good that his scream choked off and turned into a guttural moan instead.

That was when he realized he actually landed on his butt, and it was Adriel who had pressed him down on his back and now had his wrists in one hand while he let Art hump his leg. "Fuck," Adriel growled. Art whimpered, but he couldn't stop. Adriel was mad, but he felt so good and uhmygod that wet, silk clad chest was above him and Art whined and yanked his hands except they were pinned. "Fuck fuck, Art... That's right, you're being such a good boy."

Part of him was sure that Adriel was probably disgusted was buried under the praise, and the pleasure pushed him over the edge so he cried out as he came. He still kept humping Adriel's thigh with his eyed squeezed shut even though the pleasure was starting to edge towards pain from over stimulation, but his eyes flew open when he felt warmed on his belly and chest. Adriel had hiked up the short hem of the bathing suit on his other leg enough to pull out his intimidating tool, and Art gasped as he watched another rope of Adriel's come land on his striped black and white bathing suit.

"Adriel," Art moaned as he went boneless and limp so he could watch. Had he been able to, seeing Adriel come undone over him like this would have made him hard again, but he was pretty sure he had completely emptied himself out. Then he realized what exactly it was that he was watching, and he jerked his eyes up to Adriel's face, saw the same expression he had seen Adriel use when with Kon, except now it was directed at him and he turned red as he averted his eyes while guilt and confusion hit him. "Adriel?"

"Fuck," Adriel cursed again, and Art flinched. "Ssshh, no, no, I shouldn't have lost control like that. It's just... You keep looking at me. I have heard you moan my name when you shower. You moan it in your sleep! So I was planning to sleep in my own room so you could have privacy except you were staring at me, and no matter how many times I called your name, you kept staring until I shouted your name. Then you fell back, except your cock was jutted straight into the air and I couldn't help but pounce on you. I'm so sorry, Art, I know you don't like men. I'll immediately move into my room and you can take a shower and gods... I made a right mess of things."

Art felt absolutely awful with Adriel's guilt-ridden confession - it was his own fault for being a pervert. Art knew that Adriel was very open about sex, and Art had taken advantage of it and had objectified his own best friend to such a degree that being covered in Adriel's come was also going to be a new wank fantasy. He was so messed up...

He burst into tears, then cried harder when Adriel jerked back. He didn't want Adriel to leave him, so held his hands out in a silent demand for Adriel to come back since his sobs prevented him from forming any words. Adriel pulled out his wand, and Art flinched since he thought he was about to be cursed, but it was worse! Adriel cleaned him up!

"I'm so so sorry," Adriel said, looking truly remorseful but also confused. He started to say something else as he hesitantly leaned forward, and Art took that opportunity to grab Adriel's top and yanked him down. Adriel caught himself before he smoothed Art, but Art didn't notice that. He wrapped both of his legs around the legs he had humped just a few minutes ago while he clung to Adriel and tried to show that is was all his fault by humping Adriel's leg.

It wasn't like it mattered anymore - he knew he was a pervert. The lowest of the low. Taking advantage of his best friend all because of thighs that felt so good that he already felt himself begin to harden and could probably 'yee-haw!' himself to another orgasm again. What mattered was that he didn't want Adriel thinking it was because of him - it was all on Art who, as Adriel had said, had been eyeing him like the last piece of criollo chocolate in the world. Adriel was frozen on top of him, and Art kept his eyes squeezed shut since he couldn't stand to see the expression of disgust that Adriel was probably wearing since Art was still humping his leg because he didn't want to stop just in case it was his last time ever.

Then Adriel shifted, and Art cried harder when he felt himself get dragged since he thought that Adriel was going to just pull away and leave him laying on the deck. Art let go of Adriel's shirt and covered his face with his hands to cry harder when his legs were wrenched apart by Adriel's bruising hard grip, and he knew it was over. He had ruined everything. Adriel was going to leave him like this. He would never be able to look at Adriel ever again. They would never be friends and Adriel would never trust him again. And Art couldn't even blame the bathing suit since it was the one he himself had picked!

"AH!" Art screamed when when he felt an almost crushing weight on his groin, but it turned into a wanton moan when friction that was better than Adriel's thigh pushed up along his penis. He still wasn't hard - he had been hardening, but having just come, the best his body could do was get to a half-mast state. But it still felt good and his hips began to twitch up for more.

Then Adriel growled and he was naked. His bathing suit was nowhere to be found, and he spread his fingers open so he could see what was happening without removing his hands from his face. He could feel Adriel moving above him in a frantic way, but his lashes were clumped up and there were still tears in his eyes, so everything was blurry. Then he whimpered since his legs were grabbed again, and he found his calves on Adriel's shoulder while his bottom hovered over empty air because Adriel had dragged him so his butt was hanging over the edge of the stairs while Adriel... knelt on them.

"Tell me no now," Adriel growled. No? No about what? He heard a bottle being opened, but he still couldn't see. "I'm done trying to keep you safe when you are the lamb that keeps playing in front of the lion's den and tries to nuzzle the lions." Art gasped when he felt something at his hole - something wet - then it started rubbing and he clenched up with a whimper. "You are so desperate - even after cleaning you your limp cock is still leaking all over your belly. Tell me no, Art."

Desperate? Art was confused, but he was also extremely embarrassed since Adriel had pointed out about his... manhood... and he closed his fingers with a whimper of humiliation and... What was pressing at his hole?! Why was it starting to feel so good?! And he was so tired after swimming then coming that he couldn't keep staying clenched up! And as soon as he thought that, his rim spasmed once before it relaxed and the wet thing dipped inside.

Art whimpered louder, he had no idea what was happening. However, it felt good and it was Adriel so he didn't try to squirm away though he couldn't help but tense up again. Then Adriel took him in hand and started to stroke his manhood, and Art couldn't have stopped his moan or how his hips bucked up even if he wanted to because Adriel's hand on him felt a million times better than his own hand and a hundred times better than Adriel's thigh. And he kept bucking his hips up for the next couple minutes as he figured out the timing of Adriel's stroking.

"Fuck, this isn't working," Art heard Adriel say, and Art panicked. Adriel was getting bored and was going to leave him because he was taking too long to come! He started to whine as he tried to figure out what to say, but that slippery thing that had barely been in his butt that he had forgotten about pulled out at the same time as his manhood was released, and Art prepared to be abandoned.

He was not prepared for the world to spin and for him to end up on his belly.

"Put your knees here." Adriel sounded extremely impatient, so Art quickly helped even though Adriel was moving them to the top step which put his arse up in the air. Art whimpered some more and buried his face into his arms - he was apparently going to be spanked for being a pervert - but hands came down on his cheeks and spread them apart and Art yelped with shock. "Is that a no? You want me to quit?"

"No, I'm sorry Adriel please don't quit," Art immediately sobbed, and he buried his face into his arms. He had no idea what Adriel was saying he would quit, but Art didn't want his best friend to leave so he was willing to take whatever punishment he deserved. "I'm sorry, I will be good I promise!"

Then Art gasped since something hot and slick swiped up from under his hole, over it, then above it in one quick touch, and it happened again. Then again. And on the fourth swipe, Art whimpered. It felt good, but Art knew he was in trouble and didn't deserve to feel good, so he kept swallowing his moaned and tried to keep his sounds to quiet little whimpers and whines whine Adriel's tongue[/i] whatever it was... punished him.

He couldn't swallow a moan when it speared into his hole without warning, though. It stayed there and wiggled for a couple seconds that almost felt like an eternity of almost-pleasure, something light and teasing and he needed more of - then it pulled out and punched back in. Art whimpered and mewled as he tried to stay still for the punishment. He refused to look back to see what was happening, what exactly it was that Adriel was doing, but he did know that whatever it was (there was no way it was Adriel's tongue - Art was just a huge pervert because nobody would ever do something like that), it felt like it was going fractionally deeper until it couldn't seem to anymore.

Art needed it to go deeper. Adriel was punishing him, and between the earlier attempt that failed and then this, Art realized he needed to relax his butt so he could be properly punished rather than tricking Adriel into thinking it hurt when it was quite the opposite. Sodomy. Sticking something up someone's bum, and only the truly perverted commeited it. The immoral. The wicked. And Adriel was apparently going to teach Art to keep his perversions to himself by sticking something up his bum, then he would probably spank him.

Art whimpered since that thought made him painfully hard, and then the tongue thing was gone. Wind brushed against his hole, and he felt his rim spasm since he could feel the cool air touch his insides. He moaned in misery since he was horrible for liking that, horrible for being disappointed that the spasm made his hole completely close up, then there was slick pressure against his hole and he squeezed his eyes shut as he pushed back against it.

It slipped in fast and went so deep that Art could feel it in his guts. It wasn't unpleasant, only strange. It didn't hurt, just felt foreign. And it also kind of made him want to use the bathroom, except he didn't dare say that since it was probably part of the punishment. Then it began to move, and Art whimpered with relief since feeling of needing to relieve himself went away.

It only took a minute for him to get used to the feeling. It didn't feel good, not quite, but it didn't hurt. Art was feeling confused again since he had always heard that sodomy hurt. It hurt, and you cried, and it was awful. Then it pulled out, liquid dipped in before his hole spasmed closed, then there was pressure and something twice as big pushed in. This time it pinched, but he yelped with surprised rather than pain then whined when it went still.

"I will stop and leave if that is what you want," Adriel said.

He sounded calmer, but Art could hear the strain in his voice so Art shook his head no. He pushed his butt back in a silent gesture to continue his punishment, then he squeaked from mortification when he felt Adriel's hand grab his member. His hard and leaking member. The member that betrayed that it didn't hurt.

"More," Art said, the word forced out of his throat. He peeked back and saw Adriel was using his fingers in Art's hole, and Art turned bright red and went back to hiding his face in his arms. "More fingers!"

A third finger began to push in, and Art relaxed as he popped his butt out so it could slide in better. It burned, properly burned, and he was grateful that he was starting to feel pain. Except Adriel stroked his manhood once, and he tightened up around the fingers in his butt and cried as he started to come.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!" he babbled. His head was feel floaty between the pleasure, the pain, the guilt, and expecting Adriel to leave him at any moment. He hadn't meant to come, especially not all over Adriel's stairs and hand, but it had just happened! "I'm sorry!"

"I can put a cock ring on you so that doesn't happen again," Adriel said, and Art shook his head yes even though he had no idea what that was. Only that it would stop him from embarrassing himself. He didn't even know why it had happened when he was finally getting his butt to hurt just like he deserved! Then he wanted to melt into nothing because he heard Adriel quietly laugh and... Art deserved that. Being laughed at was part of his punishment, too. Anything to keep Adriel.

Art thought he was prepared for the punishment for enjoying his punishment, except it wasn't pain when he heard Adriel mutter an incantation that was not Latin or Greek based. If Art had to guess, he would say German or Russian with the gutteral words. Or it could be that Adriel was so irritated that he was also growling. Either way, he whimpered when he felt a tight and firm [/link=https://i.ibb.co/T4PhhkY/71388-a38803-black-000.jpg]pressure[/link], then the feeling spread over his shrinking manhood and encased it before solidifying in a way that would keep him soft.

He felt relieved and relaxed since it meant his perversions would no longer be visible even if the tight fit was almost painfully uncomfortable. Almost. Art would have accepted pain, though, since he deserved that. The three fingers in his bum began to slide in and out, and Art rocked back against it to show he was willing to take his punishment.

"Eager," Adriel declared, and Art nodded his head with a quiet whimper. He was very eager - he wanted Adriel to forgive him and not move away into another room. He really wanted for them to reach the magical area so they could share a bed again, but that wouldn't be for another week. And maybe if he was very very good about taking his punishment, Adriel would forget all of today and let him go back to sleeping together. "Are you ready? Or do you want another finger?"

"Finger?" Art tentatively agreed. Ready? Ready for what? Was there going to be more punishment? Perhaps that spanking? He winced when his penis tried to twitch, then he began to whimper with actual worry when he felt another finger at his entrance trying to get in because there was no room and he knew his hole would tear. "It won't fit!"

"Shhh," Adriel replied, and Art bit his tongue and went still. He felt more liquid get poured on his butt (Oil? It felt like oil.), and the three fingers moved in and out in such a way that it made his passage feel slicker. More slippery. No more slight burn, too. Then they scissored and started to work him loose, and he felt himself get softer and made his body more pliant. If Adriel wanted to punish him with four fingers, then Art would take it. "Good boy, just relax and take it."

Art started panting, and he began to rock back in hopes of getting told that he was being good. He was being good! He was taking his punishment! But Adriel didn't say anything, and Art realized that there were very embarrassing slick sounds also coming from his butt and he whimpered again. "Please, I'm ready," he quietly begged. The sooner the fourth finger was in, the happier they would all be, and they could move on from this. He could also ask Adriel to keep this charm or hex on him as well, and hopefully it would stop getting hard and he could focus on his work once more. "Finger, please."

"Oh god, you beg so well," Adriel gasped, and Art felt proud. He didn't beg, ever. And he had just begged. For Adriel. He didn't even beg his bullies to stop, he just curled up and waited for them to get bored. He would beg as much as Adriel wanted him to beg if it meant that Adriel wouldn't leave. "Such a good boy. Relax, it won't hurt for long."

Art relaxed and squeezed his eyes shut, and the fourth finger hurt. He could feel that Adriel was trying to be nice and gentle by stopping every tiny bit so Art could adjust, but it still felt like his hole might be torn open. He swallowed his sobs so he wouldn't tense up and make it hurt worse and reminded himself he deserved it. He humped Adriel's leg, tempted his best friend, then made his best friend feel guilty when it had all been Art. Adriel had only been trying to put some distance between them because he had thought Art was not a pervert, but it was Art who was gazing upon his friend with lust and Art who regularly wanked to his best friend even though he had told Adriel he was not allowed to wank to him and have never given Adriel permission to look upon him like that.

And now Adriel was looking at his most intimate places. Despite the pain, Art moaned when he realized Adriel was staring at his dirty hole and his balled. Adriel had touched his hard length. Adriel had come all over him earlier and had made him even more dirty. And Art hoped that maybe Adriel would punish him again like this one day then come all over him again.

Except that was perverted, and Art was being punished for having such dirty thoughts! What was wrong with him that he was still getting off on this? What was-

Art's thoughts scattered and he cried out when Adriel curled his fingers and applied pressure to a spot inside him that shot a bold of pleasure right up his spine and into his brain. "Wha...?" he tried to ask, except it happened again, and then that fourth finger pushed in as the pleasure shot up and combined the pain in such a way that Art felt all of his insides spasm. He was crying and sobbing, and when he became aware of his chest being pinned down, he realized his body was trying to hump back into Adriel's hand and he wailed with despair.

Because he apparently enjoyed sodomy. He was one of the most wicked of sinners, and if the muggles ever found out, he would be put in their prisons or in Bedlam which was only marginally better than Azkaban because he was a pervert. And the worse part was that he couldn't really bring himself to care, not when Adriel was still rubbing that spot every time he slowly moved his fingers in and out and kept sending those waves of pleasure into his brain while making his toes curl, too.

"Oh gods, Art," Adriel growled, and Art was ashamed since Adriel was getting angry that he was actually enjoying this. "You're stretched. Tell me no if you want me to stop and go away."

"Don't go~!" Art moaned. He had meant that to come out as a desperate plea, but it was embarrassingly lewd and he started trying to beg instead since Adriel liked his begging. "Please please don't go! Don't stop! Whatever you want, I don't care! Spank me! Please please I'm sorry don't go away!" Art sobbed with defeat when Adriel cursed and pulled his fingers out. His begging had not been good enough! He felt empty in both his belly and his butt, and it was a horrible feeling. "No, please please don't stop I'm sorry I'll be good I'll-"

Art abruptly stopped and choked on his own spit since he felt something new start to push in, and it was hot and hard and it felt like it was splitting Art in two. "Yes yes I'm sorry please don't stop!" Art sobbed as he tried to relax his ass and push back into it. His hips were firmly grabbed to stop him from doing so, but it was still nudging in and out and... Art jerked when he realized what it was and almost gave himself whiplash as he twisted just to confirm.

It was Adriel who was... Sodomy... On him... That he... Liked. Art whimpered and stared since Adriel's head was thrown back and he had an expression of bliss Art had never seen before. Art was making Adriel feel good but... Oh no, they were having sex! All because of Art! Or Art was being sodomized. Or... Art was being sodomized as punishment? Which... sounded fair? He had been using Adriel so... And... Oh gods, Adriel was all the way in now and Art could feel him in his guts. Twitching in his guts. Adriel's huge thing that belonged on a statue of Pan had fit completely inside of him and it burned and hurt and felt like he was going to be torn in two if he moved, but it also stretched across that spot inside that proved he was a pervert and he wasn't sure if he should be terrified or if he should be squirming to make the stretch over that spot feel better even at the risk of being torn apart.

Thankfully, Adriel had not moved and wouldn't let him move. He didn't want to hurt himself, so he stayed meek and docile in an effort to make Adriel happy even as part of him tried to work through the shock of having Adriel. Inside his butt. And Art taking the part of a... A woman.

"Are you okay, Art?" Adriel panted, and Art numbly nodded. "Do you need more time to adjust?" Art nodded again. "Do you want me to remove the charms I cast?" It took Art a second for him to realize that Adriel meant the spells that would keep him from coming, and he shook his head no. He had already embarrassed himself and made a big enough mess, he didn't want to make things worse. "You are so tight and you feel so good. You are taking me so well, Art."

Art shuddered, and Adriel grunted because his passage clamped down tight around Adriel's... thing. "Sorry!" he whimpered out - he hadn't meant to hurt Adriel! "I'll relax, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you!"

"No, shh, just calm down, Art," Adriel said in a gentle and soothing tone that automatically had Art slumping with relief. Oh. Good. Adriel no longer hated him. "There, that's a good boy. Just relax. Awe, so cute, I didn't realize you had a praise kink, but you are already fluttering around my dick just by being called a good boy. Are you sure you are ok? I can quit now if-"

"No!" Art cut in as he felt another spike of panic. Where they going to have sex? Did it count as sex? Art didn't have a vagina. "No, don't quit, I'll be a good boy!" Would he still be a virgin? Would he really be a good boy after this? He felt tears begin to spell out. "Please don't stop, I'm sorry I'm a... A pervert. And that I humped your leg. Please don't hate me."

"I don't hate you," Adriel replied, and Art whimpered when Adriel began to pull out. Except it was only a few inches, then he was pushing back in and Art was eagerly rocking back into it to make sure Adriel wouldn't go. "Fuck, so soft and tight, Art. You feel so good and you want me in you. Why would you think I hate you? I'm a pervert, too. I have my best friend bent over the stairs of my boat deck, and I'm taking his virginity out here in the open. And unless you tell me you want me to pull out, I'm going to come deep inside you."

Art had adjusted to the huge member in his hole, and the burning and splitting pain had begun to morph into pleasure while Adriel praised him and slowly slid in and out of him. His brain short circuited at the thought of Adriel coming inside him, and he clenched around Adriel's penis hard. Adriel stopped, then slowly pulled back, and Art whimpered since he thought Adriel was going to pull out since Art had not said he wanted him to come inside him. Except right before Adriel slipped out, he pushed back in but at an angle to directly hit that pleasure spot and Art jerked and cried out.

Art kind of stopped thinking at that point. Or stopped overthinking, anyway. All he could think was I'm being sodomized by my best friend's giant penis and I'm a pervert that doesn't want it to stop because it feels too good!' And that spot got to be so sensitive that even when Adriel began to lengthen his strokes to burrow his way back in, Art still felt shocks of pleasure and kept pushing back for more. His began to get sore from cries and screams when their hips began to slap against each other hard, then Adriel tightened his hold on Art's hips and slammed them together once, twice, then thrice, and Art felt his insides get flooded with ropes hot liquid.

Art spasmed even harder and whited out with pleasure when he realized Adriel was coming inside of him. It felt like Adriel was claiming him, branding his insides, and making sure to get himself in so deep that Art would never be able to get rid of it or clean himself out even if he wanted to. Which he didn't. He wanted more, needed more, and he wanted Adriel to do this over and over again as much as he wanted to.

"Ngh, you learn the merits of wanking only a little over a week ago and turned into quite a kinky little librarian," Adriel groaned. Art realized he had been babbling all of that out loud, and he actually bit his own tongue in a rush to force his mouth shut. It was too late, though, and Adriel was chuckling. "Yeah, sure, it definitely isn't a hardship for me. We will need to go over a few rules after we shower and eat, though. I want you clear headed so we can properly discuss everything, especially since you know I travel too much and have too many responsibilities for a relationship."

Art felt his heart break. Yeah, he knew that, but...

Adriel reached out to rub Art's lower back. "That doesn't mean I don't love you or I'm going to just leave, you silly goose," Adriel chided, and Art swallowed a lump in his throat since he loved it when Adriel called him a silly goose. Adriel was the only person to ever have called him that. And Adriel meant it in an affectionate way, not a mocking way. "Don't look like I'm just tossing you to the side. We are forever friends, remember, and you know I have something going with Antoine and he is also a forever friend. I am not going to abandon you, but if you also ever want to back out of a sexual relationship with me, we can always go back to being only best friends instead of best friends and lovers."

Art shivered since Adriel had purred the last word. He shyly peeked back since he liked the word 'lovers,' especially with the way Adriel said it. Then Adriel shivered, and the softening prick in his hole began to get hard again. Art gasped since it felt weird, but it also reignited his own needs and he began to squirm.

"Shit, big and innocent eyes normally turn me off, but coming from you?" Art peeked back again with a blush then squeaked when Adriel's hips seemed to involuntarily twitch forward. "You are going to give me so much trouble, and I'm going to have to fuck you into being a good boy each time, aren't I. What was that you said? Spank you?"

Art turned red and he shook his head no. "I'll be a good boy," Art quickly reassured. "I promise I'll be a good boy. Just... can we please sleep together again? I miss sleeping with you. I have... nightmares... And keep falling on the floor?"

Art moaned when he felt Adriel lean forward over his back. Elbows came down on both sides of him that hemmed him in and kept Adriel's weight off of him, and the new position seemed to push Adriel just a smidge deeper. That made his tender and abused hole throb, but it also made him shiver with pleasure. Oh god, Adriel was in so deep, and if he came in this position, Art would feel that hot liquid pool even further inside.


Being laid bare like that while knowing that it also turned Adriel on had Art feeling hotter than ever, and that last question set him off. "YEEEESSSS!" Art wailed as he started spasming around Adriel's hard length. There was also trickling down his inner thigh, and he was pretty sure his own manhood was coming even though it was stuck in the vice that kept it soft. Adriel didn't stop thrusting, either, so his own clamped up insides were being forced apart over and over which just made it feel better. "Yes! I'm your bad boy and I want to hump your leg in the morning please please I'm sorry for lyIIIING!"

Adriel didn't stop, and Art had no idea how Adriel knew, but he called Art out on a lot of the fantasies he had been wanking off to. Even when Art denied them, Adriel seemed to know he was lying and he would just make come each time then keep sodomizing him until he finally admitted the truth. By the time Adriel came, Art felt like an overcooked noodle that was left in the middle of a busy London street for traffic to pulp into a paste, and he couldn't do anything more than groan when Adriel pulled out and come oozed down the back of his leg a moment later.

"Beautiful," Art heard Adriel say, then he whimpered with pain when he felt a couple fingers in his butt. "Some small abrasions, but you did very very good for having your cherry popped. Let's get you to the bathroom so we can both clean up, then I'll heal you and we will eat. Then there is the conversation, too. Shhh, no, you are a good boy, I promise. Let me take care of my good boy, okay?"

Art mumbled an assent and relaxed into Adriel's arms. It was Adriel, and he trusted his forever friend. He was properly punished and claimed, and he didn't think he would ever be able to look at anyone else since nobody would ever compare to his best friend and lover. He was apparently a perverted homosexual, but Adriel would never ever turn him in for that. He wasn't sure how that would fit in with his own wife and children plans, but Adriel did say that he didn't care if his partners were married as long as both were consenting adults, so... Maybe things could work out and he could have it all. He wouldn't need a wife to make him feel how Adriel made him feel if he also had Adriel to make him feel like a good boy, too.

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Art hiccuped as he sobbed, and he wondered why he thought this would be a good birthday present for his mate. He really should have thought twice about his last minute gift that he had initially thought was a genius idea. He had offered an entire day without any contraceptive potions to see if Adriel could get him pregnant while he was not in heat since it didn't sound like it would be a bad present, and to Adriel it definitely wasn't. According to the clock, the last 'snack and water' break had been twenty three minutes ago, but it already felt like an eternity passed. He had agreed to do anything Adriel wanted since he trusted Adriel to not hurt him, but he was learning that a twenty four hour marathon during heat was very very different from one without heat.

Not that Art would take back the present. Adriel seemed to love having Art's arms bound behind his back so Art was forced to keep his own body weight on his chest. An arm around his lower belly kept his hips held up, and it was high enough that his knees barely brushed across the covers they were on top of. They were also not on the bed - after that first heat where they had to buy a whole new mattress because the smell of sex could not be removed, Adriel had made a giant box frame with runes burned all over it that Art cast cushioning charms into, and the charms had yet to dissipate though it had been several months. Their 'heat box' was softer than a mattress, had no bounce which meant the pitcher of juice a foot off to the side would not fall no matter how rough Adriel got, and it was covered in blankets that were meant to soak up their fluids.

Art was out of fluids - at least his balls were. They still tried, but it was painful and that was why he was currently sobbing through his nth orgasm. He never knew that pleasure could become torture, and even though he was suffering through agony that felt like his nuts were being squeezed over and over by a nut cracker trying to 'gently' crack the shell, he couldn't beg for Adriel to stop since he had a muzzle gag large enough to fit Adriel's girth into it. All he could do was moan, cry, hiccup, and drool while Adriel abused his prostate with pleasure and let his poor little nuts contract out a lot of nothing.

"You are the best present," Adriel groaned as he pounded Art. It hadn't been the first time Adriel had said it, and it sounded more wrecked and honest every time it had been repeated which was why Art had not tried to take back his gift during their breaks. "Every time you come, you keep trying to milk me for mine. You are so wet and sloppy that I can knot you this time."

If he could have, Art would have tensed up with that announcement. Adriel never knotted him outside of heats, and he took a potion during his own rut that had allowed him to keep enough control to wrap the base of his cock with a toy that helped keep him from trying to push it in while it supposedly applied enough pressure to settle the instinctual need to have it in a partner. No regular person could take a knot - it took a lot of training or an omega in heat to take it. A lot of alphas didn't care about their rut partners to pick up the specialized toy, but Adriel did.

"Knot you and keep all my come in you this time," Adriel moaned. "I won't let any of it escape until your belly is nice and round. Oh, yes, such a good boy, keep tightening up like that."

Art actually tried to flail his legs a little, but all he did was spread them apart so Adriel's next thrust went deeper. Adriel's left hand grabbed the ropes that bound him to use as an additional hold, and Art wailed because Adriel was pistoning into him like he was in a rut. He was roughly being used as a sex toy, and his attempts to kick out his legs only gave Adriel more room to work. He started sobbing and wailing when he felt Adriel's knot begin to form - it was too soon! - but there was nothing he could do except to accept the short but sharp bursts of pain as it entered and exited until Adriel shoved it in and began to rut.

Oh, gods, and that grinding - the sudden pressure directly against his prostate got very intense very quickly as Adriel forced the rest of his knot to grow inside. Art couldn't control his own body as it twisted and spasmed around the cock in his butt, and he couldn't tell if he was orgasming or not. Adriel was still keeping his hips held up as Art's face rubbed around the drool covered blankets, and then he was getting filled up as Adriel began to come.

"That's it, baby, milk my knot," Adriel groaned as he continued to grind his hips against Art's butt. "You feel so good - it feels so much better this way since there isn't the haze of heat interfering. You are so overwhelmed too, you poor thing. I'll tie off your poor little penis so your orgasms feels much better for you on our next break."

Art could only whimper and drool some more. Next break... When would that be? Adriel was still coming, and his belly was starting to feel tight. How did alphas come in such sheer volume?? Though omega slick could almost match it. Adriel also implied that Art was orgasming, but Art was so dissociated that all he could register was spasms strong enough to force his whole body to jerk around.

Also Adriel had not mention a break happening now, so that meant Art would have to go through another round.

Art made sure to note that he would never ever again forget to buy Adriel a birthday present. The idea had been great, but Adriel was far too enthusiastic for Art to keep this up. Or maybe he would offer an eight hour marathon the next time he forgot. At least he had come up with a perfect idea for Adriel.

"EEEEEK!" Art shrieked as he landed on his ass on the sandy beach Adrianna had told him to meet her at. She had wanted to do some last minute clothes shopping to pick up things for a sea adventure, and since Art had already been through one shopping trip for his own clothes, he had made himself quite scarce since he knew women could shop all day and Art didn't want to carry bags and bags of clothes. Not that Adrianna had ever made him carry clothes.

Art really thought he would be fine with traveling with the woman that had answered his ad - though it wasn't like he had had a choice since nobody else had accepted the position. He also didn't care about women - they could be just as smart and... Well, even a gnat could be stronger than Art, and she was way way stronger than a gnat! She was also magically strong - more powerful than any other witch or wizard had ever met - and her battle magics were...

Adriel had a headache and was about ready to look for something to tear apart since Art's moods had been alternating between anxiety, anger, and excitement all afternoon at the Book Bazaar. Art had done very well with his appointment, and Adriel wanted to spoil his mate, but Art felt anxious every time he saw a price tag on a rare book he wanted. The excitement would come when Art would spot said book, and after the first time that Adriel pointed out that it was a counterfeit since Art had been too excited to notice, his little mate would burn in rage when he came across other counterfeits.

The sad thing was, Artemio had seen a lot of fakes, and since he knew better than Adriel what was real and what was not, he even noticed fakes when Adriel that had thought real. The issue was that Art's bursts of angry scents meant Adriel's hackles would be raised, but since the book bazaar was non-magicals, he couldn't bare his fangs or snarl like he wanted to. Hence the headache that was slowly turning into a migraine. A headache Adriel was being distracted by. So he decided they would be done for the day.

"Love, pick out your book - we need a lunch and a nap and you have had a long and stressful day. We can do more shopping here tomorrow morning when the sun won't hurt you."

"Okay," Art agreed, more invested in staring suspiciously at a book in a display case than anything else around.

Adriel sighed and figured that Art was not paying attention at all, so he called the book seller over and pointed at the book Art was critically eyeing. He tossed out an initial offer, the man tossed out a counter, they began to earnestly haggle, and at the halfway point he demanded to have it pulled out so his personal librarian could establish its validity before he wasted more time. Art was earning a reputation since the man started to sweat - some sellers didn't know they had had fakes until Art pointed out what was wrong with them - and Art eagerly pulled on his silk gloves when the man carefully removed it from its case and set it on the counter.

Nearby book sellers were practically rubber necking to watch what would happen with a few of them taking bets, and Art announced it genuine, pulled out his notebook, and wrote the approximate value down using hieroglyphs - a system Adriel suggested when one merchant understood Latin and immediately upped his price. Adriel nodded, and the haggling got vicious as the merchant sought to get as much as he could.

Adriel successfully got a little over ten percent of a discount, but he threw in Art's service to check and appraise three books of the man's choosing. Art was delighted to be able to look at three more older texts, found one had a few fake or later added in pages - the subject was agriculture and Art had almost no knowledge of the subject to verify if the additional pages were accurate or not - then his anxiety stank up the air when Adriel pulled out a few one ounce silver coins and two very nice winter fox pelts to pay. He quickly rushed Art out and got them to their hotel room in record time.

Art's anxiety got worse and Adriel whined in the back of his throat. Art had not taken the room Adriel had rented well even though he had explained there were only three kinds of rooms in what used to be the heart of Istanbul. There were rooms such as this for the higher ranking families or well off merchants, small cell-like rooms meant for the poor, the slaves, concubines, or the servants, and a 'large' room the size of the hotel room in Greece meant to host a middle class person with servants or a small family.

Adriel refused to set Art up in a room meant for servants and slaves, didn't find a single room adequate for their needs, and Art stressed over the unknown amount Adriel was spending to keep this room for three days. Adriel thought it was money well spent since they would need to go over their purchases before packing them away since there would be large items like bookshelves and perishables which would need to be kept in dark cupboards under stasis charms.

"Adriel, you can't spend that much money!" Art cried out. "It was just a book! I could have gotten a cheaper one! I was only checking it, I didn't need it! I mean, it wouldn't have been awful if you got half the price off like you did the other one, but-"

"But nothing," Adriel cut in. "It's my money, you were good for your appointment, silver is cheap, and I traded a couple deer pelts for the fox pelts a few years ago specifically for my mate, and you don't seem the type to want a white fox fur stole."

Art frowned and put his hands on his hips. "Of course I don't want a fox fur stole - that would be a woman's gift!" he exclaimed, and Adriel grimaced since Art was smelling of jealous anger. "This is just like the necklace! You are only keeping me because I'm carrying triplets and you knew it all along!"

Adriel blinked and wondered how Art came to that conclusion. "How was I supposed to know that?" he asked, then scowled and growled at Art who flinched. "No. No, no, no. Bad Art! I want you, I am happy you are a male, I would have been happy were you a female, you do not need to be a female to love furs or necklaces and plenty of men wear fur lined cloaks or fur coats, and there is no way I knew you were carrying triplets!"

Art had been looking meek until Adriel said the last part, and a little kitten growl erupted from his throat. "You said they a few times and even children!" Art argued as he straightened up a little to glare though his body was still curled in half submission, too. Adriel's sweet little mate trying to fight instincts with anger and stubborn will. "And don't growl at me! You knew just like you knew I was pregnant, too!"

"I suspected you were pregnant, and for the first few weeks of a pregnancy the chances of reabsorbing the pregnancy is there," Adriel argued back. "I told you I didn't want to say anything until I could confirm it! And I use they in a gender neutral way since it seems too much like an impersonal object at times, and children such as any children we might have since you aren't sure if you do or do not want to be pregnant after this! Now, stop being silly and change into something lighter - you are heavily sweating after being under the afternoon sun because you had been too excited to change before we left."

Art stormed over to the folded changing screen. "No, you knew!" Art continued to argue, but he was thankfully changing clothes. The smell of sharp anger was still present. "You definitely knew! You even mentioned wanted a large family and even said something about a litter of children!"

Art continued to argue, but Adriel decided he was done. Never argue with drunks, pregnant women, and in this case, pregnant omegas since they won't see any sense but their own until they calmed down. Artemio was obviously tired and cranky while worrying about carrying so many, and Adriel, as the other half of the baby making process, was obviously at fault in his mate's distraught little head.


Art didn't realized the bed was behind him until he startled to topple back with a scream of fear, and Adriel pounced as he shifted back so he could scoop Art up and get him into the center of the bed. He switched right back with the change lasting only a few seconds, and he planted his huge head on Art's belly to use as a pillow then closed his eyes.

Every time Art shifted or spoke, he would growl which would spark Art's submissive side and make him go silent or still for at least half a minute. Eventually, Art realized he couldn't even argue the treatment and hmphed with anger, and since Art was finally getting with the program, Adriel wagged his tail and rubbed Art's belly with his nose. Art sighed with exasperation, but he reached down to bury his fingers into Adriel's dark fur, and after several minutes of silence, Art's breathing evened out and he began to quietly snore.

Finally, Adriel could nap. Naps could cure anything, and Art would be in a more reasonable mood on waking. They could talk over the money problem once more so they could establish spending boundaries, he would help Art would realize his accusations were misplaced from worrying about having three children rather tan one which would be daunting to any mother, and then he would stuff his mate with delicious food to show he loved him and cared about him. Finally, he would try to coax his darling mate into the private hammam attached to their suite and show him the joys of Anatolian bathing by giving him a massage that would leave Art feeling like a happy little noodle ready for bed and feeling more clean than ever before. Exfoliating dead skin was not something Brits did, nor did they swear out stress and pollution, so Art would be in for a very nice treat.

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