Final Fantasy XVI fic, Chasing the Forgotten 1 (A Slew of Contentment)
title: Chasing the Forgotten
author: caledon (the_tower_room)
pairing: Dion/Joshua
rating: E
summary: Having been born the Phoenix meant Joshua was destined to be by Bahamut’s side as his consort.
He didn’t know what he was expecting, but certainly not the situation he found himself in.
Omegaverse AU.
words: 3322
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy XVI belongs to Square Enix.
Note: There's parts of this fic that's sorta inspired by fantasy ancient China that I read from webnovels (mostly with the whole Dragon Emperor and Phoenix Empress thing). I don't think I'm really going to be adhering to that kinda setting though.
Chapter 1: A Slew of Contentment
After one too many cups of wedding wine, Dion Lesage was finally allowed to leave the banquet hall to make his way to the newly built courtyard where his newly wedded spouse awaited him.
Red lanterns lined the path to the bedchamber, where a figure resplendent in scarlet sat waiting in the bed. Joshua, of the House Rosfield of the Imperial Province of Rosaria, thought Dion. The Consort Phoenix. Taking a deep breath, he crossed the threshold, and the silent servants closed the doors behind him as he sauntered over to the waiting figure and lifted the crimson veil that hid his features.
At the sight that greeted him, Dion found himself stuck on an inhale. Copper and gold glinted on the long fall of hair, a scatter of pearls the only decoration among the curls. Cerulean hue of blue eyes peered at him from beneath pale lashes darkened with kohl, a smattering of freckles faint upon the fair skin. Lips were full and moist, red from having been nervously bitten during the wait.
Dion’s blood sang, the Bahamut in him howling, pleased, sensing the Phoenix’s presence in the figure in front of him. Exhaling finally, Dion took the omega by the hands and hauled him to his feet, lips descending to taste, frantic, stealing the breath from Joshua. The redhead tried to draw away, gasping breathlessly, dainty hands on Dion’s chest trying to put a gap between them. But the alpha was relentless, tongue invading the mouth that gasped for breath, moans of protest issued from the back of his throat. Pulling an inch away, Dion murmured softly, “Breathe through your nose,” before descending once more, the protestations dying and turning into moans of desire as his advice was followed and a tongue tentatively tangled with his.
No longer did those hands on Dion’s chest try to push him, but instead clutched at his wedding robes, and the spine beneath Dion’s hands trembled at his continued onslaught. I need to feel you, came the thought, as he swiftly peeled off layer after layer of the intricate wedding robes until Joshua stood bare before him, the arm pulled over his chest and a hand over his crotch did little to hide the rosy nipples distended by the touch of cold air nor the matching ginger curls that nestled a hard cock among them.
Dion’s dick that had been at half-mast expanded to its full size underneath his robes, and he drew those ineffective hands towards himself, imploring against Joshua’s lips, “Undress me,” before palming the omega’s revealed chest, reveling in the feel of the nipples grazing his palms and fingers. Bending down to suckle one such bud into his mouth, he felt Joshua’s attempts to do his bidding, hands clutching and clawing at his garments amidst the very distracting ministrations Dion laid on his body.
Eventually, the belt that held the robes together was loosened, enough to peel the whole pile of garments over Dion’s shoulders, a pleasant appreciative hum issuing from Joshua’s throat as his hands ran over the broad shoulders, the curve of muscled arms, then back towards strong pectorals and sculpted abdomen, now and then fingers brushing over the engorged cockhead that stood parallel to Dion’s belly.
Dion’s hands left Joshua only long enough to fully strip of himself of his clothes, then pulled the omega back to him, drawing a long slender leg up to perch on his hip, their cocks brushing each other in greeting as lips and tongue entangled once more. The redhead’s other leg shook at the imbalanced weight it now had to support, and then it was his whole body shaking at the feel of hands on his ass, cupping and kneading the perky flesh, parting the globes and introducing cold air to his hole and pussy, making both flinch. There was a steady trickle of slick that ran down his thighs as Dion’s fingers wandered, circling both of his entrances, and every slight dip into him made Joshua want to flee away from the touch, at the same time wanting to invite more.
Joshua released Dion’s mouth as he threw his head back, feeling as though there was not enough air, body clenching hard at the finger that breached his pussy, trying to prevent it from going further inside. Only for Dion to insert another finger to its first knuckle inside his ass. In an attempt to lift himself from those intruding digits, Joshua ended up grinding his cock against Dion’s, eliciting a pleasured moan from both of them.
When the alpha retracted his hands from Joshua’s cores, the omega didn’t feel relieved, only a sense of loss. But it was short-lived for the blond alpha lifted him up by the thighs and deposited him onto the bed, where he landed with legs already spread.
From where he stood, Dion could see how much Joshua’s holes were just dripping, and Dion didn’t know how much he appreciated the sight of that, so different from his concubine where they constantly had to use oil for preparation - and of which, the taste had not been kind to his tongue.
The scent of Joshua’s slick was driving him and the dragon insane, and Dion bent down to sniff closely, the tip of his nose dipping in before being replaced with his tongue. And the taste - he couldn’t help the shiver that ran down his spine and at how hard his stomach flinched, tongue stretched out inside Joshua’s cunt as long as Dion could make it, invading that gaping wet warmth, his fingers busy trying to do the same with the omega’s ass; Joshua’s cock and balls pressed against his forehead and nose as he pushed deeper, rewarding him with yet more slick out of both holes.
Dion pulled up and replaced his tongue with a finger, and attuned himself to Joshua’s cries; how the volume changed when he inserted his fingers in both holes, each thrust slowly digging deeper, the muscles clutching and swallowing him. He couldn’t wait to feel surrounded by this fragrant warmth, already feeling aether thrumming in his veins. The alpha took care in preparing his omega, already three fingers in in both, every twitch of Joshua’s body an invitation for more as he clutched tightly when Dion pulled out and loosened when Dion pushed in.
Angling his hands so that they brushed against a certain spot earned Dion a tighter squeeze and a scream from Joshua, who at this time, had closed his eyes tight, hands red as they gripped the sheets, hips undulating uncontrollably.
“No…I…uuuhhhh,” incomprehensive strings of noises issued out of the omega, feeling his pussy tighten from the pressure. Joshua felt as though he was close in reaching something unknown.
Dion tongued at his clit, and felt Joshua’s body shudder. “Let it go, little bird,” said he. “Just let go.” He sped up his hands, and as Joshua’s voice rose higher, there was a massive gush of fluid that erupted out of the omega as his back arched and his body shuddered.
And Dion couldn’t take it anymore, carefully removing his fingers from the twitching holes, and knelt between Joshua’s legs, one hand guiding his dick to Joshua’s slit, running the cockhead from clit to asshole, dousing it in the omega’s still squirting slick before slowly pressing into his cunt.
It was still only his tip that barely breached into Joshua’s pussy when scales surrounded Dion’s skin. And he shuddered as spikes broke out along his arms, legs and back. Yelled out as wings stretched and unfurled behind him. Muttered an expletive and winced, eyes closing tightly, at the pain of the horns that sprouted from his head. When he opened his eyes, they shone molten gold. Two ridged phalluses now stood at the ready at his crotch, and he could only marvel at how fortunate was it that the Phoenix’s body was created exactly to house him in, one for each hole.
Clawed hands further spread wide open the omega’s thighs, thumbs parting the pussy lips. Dion spat the saliva that pooled in his mouth into the waiting hole, mixing it with the constant drooling of slick. With one last flick at Joshua’s clit, Dion pressed forward, lining both cockheads at each hole, and proceeded to slowly spear his way in.
Joshua, who was still trembling in the aftershocks of his orgasm, cried out in a breathless voice at the invasion in both his holes. The omega’s muscles tightened at the breach, too overwhelmed already, overstimulated, part unwilling to yield to the conquest of those cocks in his body and part of him shifting his hips to better accommodate the entry. But the stretch - it was unbearable. He felt as though he was being torn in two, his skin not supple enough to welcome the cocks, wincing in pain as the ridges bumped against his insides as Dion kept pushing in. Each rim of his holes burned from the stretch of being spread wider than he thought he was able to. And he felt as though it would never stop, the seconds prolonged to minutes as he eyed the cocks still slowly traversing their way inside. The sight of them made Joshua’s own flaccid dick jump as it rested in his belly, already blood pumping it back to hardness.
Halfway in, Dion frowned, having been halted from going further in by a barrier. He rubbed against it, but still it did not give way, and each push made Joshua’s legs tense on either side of the alpha’s hips. Growling, he pulled out, and for a moment reveled at the juices that coated his dicks, before swiftly snapping his hips forward, breaking through what barred him before.
Joshua screamed, aether flowing over his skin, and the scent of blood mixed with slick permeated the air. The omega’s body undulated as though to throw Dion off, but his grip on the omega’s hips were unrelenting. The more Joshua struggled at the cocks that speared into him, the more Dion’s claws dug into his skin, the more the ridges of his dicks held fast to the warmth that surrounded them.
Joshua’s cries turned into moans when, as he writhed, the ridges brushed against that spot inside him that made him see stars. His hands loosened their grip on the sheets and instead grabbed hold of Dion’s thighs and ran up to his hips, blue eyes nearly black from arousal.
“Please, fuck me,” called Joshua breathlessly. “Alpha.” His hands stroked over the alpha’s abs, fingernails leaving their marks, as Joshua willingly impaled himself, a frown of frustration marring his brow as he couldn’t quite achieve what his body longed for. Abject pride filled Dion as he watched at how his omega helplessly fucked himself on his cocks. He looked down. The extreme satisfaction that filled him at the sight of the omega’s holes spread wide around his dicks was like nothing he had ever felt before, and he rotated his hips in a slow grind, enjoying how Joshua tightened around him.
Unhurriedly, he pulled out inch by slow inch, enjoying the omega squeezing him as though unwilling to let him leave; and delighted at how pliant and readily welcoming Joshua was as Dion pushed back in. The slow thrusts gradually grew fast, and Dion adjusted his position, planting his feet on the bed and crouching over Joshua, nearly folding him in half, the omega’s feet over the blond’s shoulders as he continued pounding into him. Dion put his whole body into each thrust, railing the omega deep into the bed.
Fiery lines of aether ran over Joshua’s skin, his eyes burning bright electric blue as tailwings of emerald, sapphire, and scarlet pinions sprouted from his back, and plumage of crimson covered his skin. He threw his head back with a scream, body convulsing, drenching Dion’s cocks with even more juices, and nearly setting their bed ablaze.
The rhythmic clutching of Joshua’s walls undid Dion, and he jerked and shuddered through his release, plunging his cocks deeply into the omega, an elongated groan erupting out of him as he felt knots form and expand and lock them together. The alpha’s eyes stung from the sweat that fell over them, feeling almost disoriented from his orgasm, and he reached downward to brace himself from the sudden dizziness.
Only to find that his hand landed on Joshua’s distended belly, inflated with Dion’s dicks and cum. The sight of it cleared his mind and made him spurt out even more seed, still getting milked by Joshua’s clenching walls.
“Please,” wailed the omega as he tried to push at Dion’s chest with his feet. “No more.”
The alpha grabbed his feet and licked between his toes, before parting them so he could ensconce himself between Joshua’s thighs, burying his head in the omega’s neck, his wings bearing down to blanket them together.
Dion had never knotted anyone before, nor had he fucked anyone in his transformed state. He hadn’t expected for Bahamut - or even Phoenix - to spring out during their coupling. It was a wish he’d long denied himself, buried deep down he’d almost forgotten it: the wish to be seen as his true self. The wish for the dragon to be accepted as an integral part of him. Not to be met with fear or disgust by the one who claimed to love him. And that wish was fulfilled by this man he had just met and married.
Dion raised his head and looked down at the tired blissed-out expression of the omega in his arms, blue eyes rolling closed as he began to succumb to sleep. The alpha reached out a hand to cup his cheek and stroke swollen lips with a thumb.
“Thank you, Consort Phoenix,” whispered Dion before dipping his head down for a kiss. “I will cherish this gift you had unknowingly given me.”
One Year Later
Blowing ginger bangs off of his forehead, Joshua had half a mind to incinerate the missive he’d just received from his mother.
It had been over a year since he’d married into House Lesage and crowned the Consort Phoenix, and each first of the month brought with it Anabella’s usual question: Had the Dragon Seed taken root in his womb yet?
And for the umpteenth time, he’d wanted to reply, “No, Mother, for Concubine Terence proves a most effective contraceptive, servicing His Radiance always, swallowing everything and leaving none for the legal spouse.”
Not for the first time, the omega felt embittered. This marriage hadn’t been one that Joshua wanted for himself. He had wholeheartedly preferred instead 1) the most important: a monogamous union, and 2) for it to be unencumbered by politics. But as a member of one of the highest of noble families, and an omega blessed by the Phoenix at that, such alliances were inevitable and unavoidable. Even the Emperor Bahamut had been choiceless in the matter, having had to relent in giving his first love the title of Shining Concubine - which, despite its name, was actually the lowest ranking of titles awarded to concubines who were betas, and whose unfortunate biology could not have borne the Dragon Seed. And so now Joshua perched upon the second highest seat in the empire of Sanbreque, that spanned the entirety of Storm, with nothing much to show for it.
Even the Cardinals had started to sweat from the fear that Emperor Bahamut would have no heirs with the way things were going, and the variegated scheming from them and the Sanbrequois nobility in offering ripe omegas in heat to the emperor had been thwarted again and again.
Joshua had been quick to adapt to the situation after he married in. As the Consort, he had been granted the second most magnificent courtyard with its own sizeable library and training field - which he’d made much use of since his arrival. In those early days after the wedding, he had eagerly used to wait at his gate for His Radiance, only for the emperor’s attendant to come and announce to Joshua that the emperor would be sojourning with the favourite concubine instead. After that first week, he’d left his courtyard gate closed in the evenings.
The only times that Joshua had seen his husband were during official banquets where Joshua’s presence as the Consort was required. And even then, so busy were they in playing hosts to their guests that they themselves never interacted much.
And the conjugal visits to the consort that was required of the emperor every first to sixteenth day of the month were instead spent with the concubine, who coincidentally just happened to fall ill during those times and necessitated the emperor to nurse him back to health.
With the way things were going, Joshua reckoned that he’d be a mere footnote in history as the Consort who’d only been mounted once by his husband Dion Lesage, and that had been to consummate the union on their wedding day. And rather unfortunately, since Joshua hadn’t been in heat at the time, Dion’s seed didn’t take.
“Your Majesty,” came his maidservant Jote’s voice behind him. “The arrangements have been made as you’ve ordered.”
Joshua’s head turned, nodding in acknowledgement, and smiled for the first time that day as excitement ran down his spine. It was time.
Four Years Later
Since he moved to Oriflamme and subsequently spent a year waiting for a husband’s attentions that never came, Joshua had grown sick and tired of his situation and set about rectifying it in his own way - with how clear the emperor’s regard for him was, the redhead was not about to curry favours for his attention. Using part of his dowry to purchase a small stately house outside the palace, he and his maidservants would occasionally sneak out and spend time exploring the city that became their new home.
His inspiration had been the Emperor Bahamut himself, for Joshua had heard the rumours of him occasionally escaping the palace in disguise, and he thought: Why not do the same himself? He’d grown tired of being cooped up, ignored not only by his spouse - the very reason he’d had to move from Rosalith in the first place - but also by various factions of nobility and even palace servants - who, having seen which way the wind was blowing, had elected to show their support for the favoured concubine.
Nay, Joshua contented himself with enjoying the culture of Sanbrequois beyond the palace walls. He disguised himself as one Lord Margrace: a noble of low means, who wore women’s fashion - not too elaborate nor gaudy nor expensive, but in keeping with his station - occasionally seen hither and yon in book shops and playhouses, in teahouses and clothes shops, though never accepting of invitations to soirées and tea parties. Some guessed he was a kept man; some guessed he had escaped his marriage. And in all the years since he came on the scene, not much was still known about him. And since he was a noble of little means and consequence, he was left to himself.
Exactly as Joshua wanted.
He’d had a slew of swains come to court him over the years, but Joshua knew full well the price of transgressing against the crown, and the omega in him was rather picky and had already acknowledged his wayward husband as his alpha. So he had never been tempted. His heats had been spent alone with toys, and as Margrace, he had been a strong patron of such shops over the years, even going so far as commissioning a few with a ridged design on them. And though the phallic toy was not the same as the real thing, it still served its purpose well, and he had been content.
For Joshua’s life of the last few years had been nothing but finding what contentment he could in his situation. And that had been enough.
Notes:
It's probably not that clear, but a total of five years had passed since the wedding night.
It’s so crazy how driven I’ve been to write Phoenixflare fics over these last few days, it’s really mind-boggling. And even so far as trying out various stuff that I never thought I’d ever write about (ie: monsterfucking, double penetration, etc) since I’ve usually written vanilla stuff.
But here we are, with them fucking semi-primed. The power of Dion/Joshua is not to be trifled with, I tell ya.
Thanks for reading :)
Sep/2023
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author: caledon (the_tower_room)
pairing: Dion/Joshua
rating: E
summary: Having been born the Phoenix meant Joshua was destined to be by Bahamut’s side as his consort.
He didn’t know what he was expecting, but certainly not the situation he found himself in.
Omegaverse AU.
words: 3322
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy XVI belongs to Square Enix.
Note: There's parts of this fic that's sorta inspired by fantasy ancient China that I read from webnovels (mostly with the whole Dragon Emperor and Phoenix Empress thing). I don't think I'm really going to be adhering to that kinda setting though.
Chapter 1: A Slew of Contentment
After one too many cups of wedding wine, Dion Lesage was finally allowed to leave the banquet hall to make his way to the newly built courtyard where his newly wedded spouse awaited him.
Red lanterns lined the path to the bedchamber, where a figure resplendent in scarlet sat waiting in the bed. Joshua, of the House Rosfield of the Imperial Province of Rosaria, thought Dion. The Consort Phoenix. Taking a deep breath, he crossed the threshold, and the silent servants closed the doors behind him as he sauntered over to the waiting figure and lifted the crimson veil that hid his features.
At the sight that greeted him, Dion found himself stuck on an inhale. Copper and gold glinted on the long fall of hair, a scatter of pearls the only decoration among the curls. Cerulean hue of blue eyes peered at him from beneath pale lashes darkened with kohl, a smattering of freckles faint upon the fair skin. Lips were full and moist, red from having been nervously bitten during the wait.
Dion’s blood sang, the Bahamut in him howling, pleased, sensing the Phoenix’s presence in the figure in front of him. Exhaling finally, Dion took the omega by the hands and hauled him to his feet, lips descending to taste, frantic, stealing the breath from Joshua. The redhead tried to draw away, gasping breathlessly, dainty hands on Dion’s chest trying to put a gap between them. But the alpha was relentless, tongue invading the mouth that gasped for breath, moans of protest issued from the back of his throat. Pulling an inch away, Dion murmured softly, “Breathe through your nose,” before descending once more, the protestations dying and turning into moans of desire as his advice was followed and a tongue tentatively tangled with his.
No longer did those hands on Dion’s chest try to push him, but instead clutched at his wedding robes, and the spine beneath Dion’s hands trembled at his continued onslaught. I need to feel you, came the thought, as he swiftly peeled off layer after layer of the intricate wedding robes until Joshua stood bare before him, the arm pulled over his chest and a hand over his crotch did little to hide the rosy nipples distended by the touch of cold air nor the matching ginger curls that nestled a hard cock among them.
Dion’s dick that had been at half-mast expanded to its full size underneath his robes, and he drew those ineffective hands towards himself, imploring against Joshua’s lips, “Undress me,” before palming the omega’s revealed chest, reveling in the feel of the nipples grazing his palms and fingers. Bending down to suckle one such bud into his mouth, he felt Joshua’s attempts to do his bidding, hands clutching and clawing at his garments amidst the very distracting ministrations Dion laid on his body.
Eventually, the belt that held the robes together was loosened, enough to peel the whole pile of garments over Dion’s shoulders, a pleasant appreciative hum issuing from Joshua’s throat as his hands ran over the broad shoulders, the curve of muscled arms, then back towards strong pectorals and sculpted abdomen, now and then fingers brushing over the engorged cockhead that stood parallel to Dion’s belly.
Dion’s hands left Joshua only long enough to fully strip of himself of his clothes, then pulled the omega back to him, drawing a long slender leg up to perch on his hip, their cocks brushing each other in greeting as lips and tongue entangled once more. The redhead’s other leg shook at the imbalanced weight it now had to support, and then it was his whole body shaking at the feel of hands on his ass, cupping and kneading the perky flesh, parting the globes and introducing cold air to his hole and pussy, making both flinch. There was a steady trickle of slick that ran down his thighs as Dion’s fingers wandered, circling both of his entrances, and every slight dip into him made Joshua want to flee away from the touch, at the same time wanting to invite more.
Joshua released Dion’s mouth as he threw his head back, feeling as though there was not enough air, body clenching hard at the finger that breached his pussy, trying to prevent it from going further inside. Only for Dion to insert another finger to its first knuckle inside his ass. In an attempt to lift himself from those intruding digits, Joshua ended up grinding his cock against Dion’s, eliciting a pleasured moan from both of them.
When the alpha retracted his hands from Joshua’s cores, the omega didn’t feel relieved, only a sense of loss. But it was short-lived for the blond alpha lifted him up by the thighs and deposited him onto the bed, where he landed with legs already spread.
From where he stood, Dion could see how much Joshua’s holes were just dripping, and Dion didn’t know how much he appreciated the sight of that, so different from his concubine where they constantly had to use oil for preparation - and of which, the taste had not been kind to his tongue.
The scent of Joshua’s slick was driving him and the dragon insane, and Dion bent down to sniff closely, the tip of his nose dipping in before being replaced with his tongue. And the taste - he couldn’t help the shiver that ran down his spine and at how hard his stomach flinched, tongue stretched out inside Joshua’s cunt as long as Dion could make it, invading that gaping wet warmth, his fingers busy trying to do the same with the omega’s ass; Joshua’s cock and balls pressed against his forehead and nose as he pushed deeper, rewarding him with yet more slick out of both holes.
Dion pulled up and replaced his tongue with a finger, and attuned himself to Joshua’s cries; how the volume changed when he inserted his fingers in both holes, each thrust slowly digging deeper, the muscles clutching and swallowing him. He couldn’t wait to feel surrounded by this fragrant warmth, already feeling aether thrumming in his veins. The alpha took care in preparing his omega, already three fingers in in both, every twitch of Joshua’s body an invitation for more as he clutched tightly when Dion pulled out and loosened when Dion pushed in.
Angling his hands so that they brushed against a certain spot earned Dion a tighter squeeze and a scream from Joshua, who at this time, had closed his eyes tight, hands red as they gripped the sheets, hips undulating uncontrollably.
“No…I…uuuhhhh,” incomprehensive strings of noises issued out of the omega, feeling his pussy tighten from the pressure. Joshua felt as though he was close in reaching something unknown.
Dion tongued at his clit, and felt Joshua’s body shudder. “Let it go, little bird,” said he. “Just let go.” He sped up his hands, and as Joshua’s voice rose higher, there was a massive gush of fluid that erupted out of the omega as his back arched and his body shuddered.
And Dion couldn’t take it anymore, carefully removing his fingers from the twitching holes, and knelt between Joshua’s legs, one hand guiding his dick to Joshua’s slit, running the cockhead from clit to asshole, dousing it in the omega’s still squirting slick before slowly pressing into his cunt.
It was still only his tip that barely breached into Joshua’s pussy when scales surrounded Dion’s skin. And he shuddered as spikes broke out along his arms, legs and back. Yelled out as wings stretched and unfurled behind him. Muttered an expletive and winced, eyes closing tightly, at the pain of the horns that sprouted from his head. When he opened his eyes, they shone molten gold. Two ridged phalluses now stood at the ready at his crotch, and he could only marvel at how fortunate was it that the Phoenix’s body was created exactly to house him in, one for each hole.
Clawed hands further spread wide open the omega’s thighs, thumbs parting the pussy lips. Dion spat the saliva that pooled in his mouth into the waiting hole, mixing it with the constant drooling of slick. With one last flick at Joshua’s clit, Dion pressed forward, lining both cockheads at each hole, and proceeded to slowly spear his way in.
Joshua, who was still trembling in the aftershocks of his orgasm, cried out in a breathless voice at the invasion in both his holes. The omega’s muscles tightened at the breach, too overwhelmed already, overstimulated, part unwilling to yield to the conquest of those cocks in his body and part of him shifting his hips to better accommodate the entry. But the stretch - it was unbearable. He felt as though he was being torn in two, his skin not supple enough to welcome the cocks, wincing in pain as the ridges bumped against his insides as Dion kept pushing in. Each rim of his holes burned from the stretch of being spread wider than he thought he was able to. And he felt as though it would never stop, the seconds prolonged to minutes as he eyed the cocks still slowly traversing their way inside. The sight of them made Joshua’s own flaccid dick jump as it rested in his belly, already blood pumping it back to hardness.
Halfway in, Dion frowned, having been halted from going further in by a barrier. He rubbed against it, but still it did not give way, and each push made Joshua’s legs tense on either side of the alpha’s hips. Growling, he pulled out, and for a moment reveled at the juices that coated his dicks, before swiftly snapping his hips forward, breaking through what barred him before.
Joshua screamed, aether flowing over his skin, and the scent of blood mixed with slick permeated the air. The omega’s body undulated as though to throw Dion off, but his grip on the omega’s hips were unrelenting. The more Joshua struggled at the cocks that speared into him, the more Dion’s claws dug into his skin, the more the ridges of his dicks held fast to the warmth that surrounded them.
Joshua’s cries turned into moans when, as he writhed, the ridges brushed against that spot inside him that made him see stars. His hands loosened their grip on the sheets and instead grabbed hold of Dion’s thighs and ran up to his hips, blue eyes nearly black from arousal.
“Please, fuck me,” called Joshua breathlessly. “Alpha.” His hands stroked over the alpha’s abs, fingernails leaving their marks, as Joshua willingly impaled himself, a frown of frustration marring his brow as he couldn’t quite achieve what his body longed for. Abject pride filled Dion as he watched at how his omega helplessly fucked himself on his cocks. He looked down. The extreme satisfaction that filled him at the sight of the omega’s holes spread wide around his dicks was like nothing he had ever felt before, and he rotated his hips in a slow grind, enjoying how Joshua tightened around him.
Unhurriedly, he pulled out inch by slow inch, enjoying the omega squeezing him as though unwilling to let him leave; and delighted at how pliant and readily welcoming Joshua was as Dion pushed back in. The slow thrusts gradually grew fast, and Dion adjusted his position, planting his feet on the bed and crouching over Joshua, nearly folding him in half, the omega’s feet over the blond’s shoulders as he continued pounding into him. Dion put his whole body into each thrust, railing the omega deep into the bed.
Fiery lines of aether ran over Joshua’s skin, his eyes burning bright electric blue as tailwings of emerald, sapphire, and scarlet pinions sprouted from his back, and plumage of crimson covered his skin. He threw his head back with a scream, body convulsing, drenching Dion’s cocks with even more juices, and nearly setting their bed ablaze.
The rhythmic clutching of Joshua’s walls undid Dion, and he jerked and shuddered through his release, plunging his cocks deeply into the omega, an elongated groan erupting out of him as he felt knots form and expand and lock them together. The alpha’s eyes stung from the sweat that fell over them, feeling almost disoriented from his orgasm, and he reached downward to brace himself from the sudden dizziness.
Only to find that his hand landed on Joshua’s distended belly, inflated with Dion’s dicks and cum. The sight of it cleared his mind and made him spurt out even more seed, still getting milked by Joshua’s clenching walls.
“Please,” wailed the omega as he tried to push at Dion’s chest with his feet. “No more.”
The alpha grabbed his feet and licked between his toes, before parting them so he could ensconce himself between Joshua’s thighs, burying his head in the omega’s neck, his wings bearing down to blanket them together.
Dion had never knotted anyone before, nor had he fucked anyone in his transformed state. He hadn’t expected for Bahamut - or even Phoenix - to spring out during their coupling. It was a wish he’d long denied himself, buried deep down he’d almost forgotten it: the wish to be seen as his true self. The wish for the dragon to be accepted as an integral part of him. Not to be met with fear or disgust by the one who claimed to love him. And that wish was fulfilled by this man he had just met and married.
Dion raised his head and looked down at the tired blissed-out expression of the omega in his arms, blue eyes rolling closed as he began to succumb to sleep. The alpha reached out a hand to cup his cheek and stroke swollen lips with a thumb.
“Thank you, Consort Phoenix,” whispered Dion before dipping his head down for a kiss. “I will cherish this gift you had unknowingly given me.”
One Year Later
Blowing ginger bangs off of his forehead, Joshua had half a mind to incinerate the missive he’d just received from his mother.
It had been over a year since he’d married into House Lesage and crowned the Consort Phoenix, and each first of the month brought with it Anabella’s usual question: Had the Dragon Seed taken root in his womb yet?
And for the umpteenth time, he’d wanted to reply, “No, Mother, for Concubine Terence proves a most effective contraceptive, servicing His Radiance always, swallowing everything and leaving none for the legal spouse.”
Not for the first time, the omega felt embittered. This marriage hadn’t been one that Joshua wanted for himself. He had wholeheartedly preferred instead 1) the most important: a monogamous union, and 2) for it to be unencumbered by politics. But as a member of one of the highest of noble families, and an omega blessed by the Phoenix at that, such alliances were inevitable and unavoidable. Even the Emperor Bahamut had been choiceless in the matter, having had to relent in giving his first love the title of Shining Concubine - which, despite its name, was actually the lowest ranking of titles awarded to concubines who were betas, and whose unfortunate biology could not have borne the Dragon Seed. And so now Joshua perched upon the second highest seat in the empire of Sanbreque, that spanned the entirety of Storm, with nothing much to show for it.
Even the Cardinals had started to sweat from the fear that Emperor Bahamut would have no heirs with the way things were going, and the variegated scheming from them and the Sanbrequois nobility in offering ripe omegas in heat to the emperor had been thwarted again and again.
Joshua had been quick to adapt to the situation after he married in. As the Consort, he had been granted the second most magnificent courtyard with its own sizeable library and training field - which he’d made much use of since his arrival. In those early days after the wedding, he had eagerly used to wait at his gate for His Radiance, only for the emperor’s attendant to come and announce to Joshua that the emperor would be sojourning with the favourite concubine instead. After that first week, he’d left his courtyard gate closed in the evenings.
The only times that Joshua had seen his husband were during official banquets where Joshua’s presence as the Consort was required. And even then, so busy were they in playing hosts to their guests that they themselves never interacted much.
And the conjugal visits to the consort that was required of the emperor every first to sixteenth day of the month were instead spent with the concubine, who coincidentally just happened to fall ill during those times and necessitated the emperor to nurse him back to health.
With the way things were going, Joshua reckoned that he’d be a mere footnote in history as the Consort who’d only been mounted once by his husband Dion Lesage, and that had been to consummate the union on their wedding day. And rather unfortunately, since Joshua hadn’t been in heat at the time, Dion’s seed didn’t take.
“Your Majesty,” came his maidservant Jote’s voice behind him. “The arrangements have been made as you’ve ordered.”
Joshua’s head turned, nodding in acknowledgement, and smiled for the first time that day as excitement ran down his spine. It was time.
Four Years Later
Since he moved to Oriflamme and subsequently spent a year waiting for a husband’s attentions that never came, Joshua had grown sick and tired of his situation and set about rectifying it in his own way - with how clear the emperor’s regard for him was, the redhead was not about to curry favours for his attention. Using part of his dowry to purchase a small stately house outside the palace, he and his maidservants would occasionally sneak out and spend time exploring the city that became their new home.
His inspiration had been the Emperor Bahamut himself, for Joshua had heard the rumours of him occasionally escaping the palace in disguise, and he thought: Why not do the same himself? He’d grown tired of being cooped up, ignored not only by his spouse - the very reason he’d had to move from Rosalith in the first place - but also by various factions of nobility and even palace servants - who, having seen which way the wind was blowing, had elected to show their support for the favoured concubine.
Nay, Joshua contented himself with enjoying the culture of Sanbrequois beyond the palace walls. He disguised himself as one Lord Margrace: a noble of low means, who wore women’s fashion - not too elaborate nor gaudy nor expensive, but in keeping with his station - occasionally seen hither and yon in book shops and playhouses, in teahouses and clothes shops, though never accepting of invitations to soirées and tea parties. Some guessed he was a kept man; some guessed he had escaped his marriage. And in all the years since he came on the scene, not much was still known about him. And since he was a noble of little means and consequence, he was left to himself.
Exactly as Joshua wanted.
He’d had a slew of swains come to court him over the years, but Joshua knew full well the price of transgressing against the crown, and the omega in him was rather picky and had already acknowledged his wayward husband as his alpha. So he had never been tempted. His heats had been spent alone with toys, and as Margrace, he had been a strong patron of such shops over the years, even going so far as commissioning a few with a ridged design on them. And though the phallic toy was not the same as the real thing, it still served its purpose well, and he had been content.
For Joshua’s life of the last few years had been nothing but finding what contentment he could in his situation. And that had been enough.
Notes:
It's probably not that clear, but a total of five years had passed since the wedding night.
It’s so crazy how driven I’ve been to write Phoenixflare fics over these last few days, it’s really mind-boggling. And even so far as trying out various stuff that I never thought I’d ever write about (ie: monsterfucking, double penetration, etc) since I’ve usually written vanilla stuff.
But here we are, with them fucking semi-primed. The power of Dion/Joshua is not to be trifled with, I tell ya.
Thanks for reading :)
Sep/2023
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