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It was the wind that drew Din away from the safety of the caravan and her fellow performers, softly tugging at her body and magic, while also filling her nose with distressing scents.
She knew it was risky, with the General of Darkness hunting her, but she just couldn’t ignore the cries of the land any longer…
…not that she was prepared for the desolation that she found, the plants withered so badly they crumbled under the lightest touch and the soil badly cracked under her feet.
Her heart ached at the barrenness of the scene before her… then raced in alarm as the winds drew her attention further left and she caught sight of wheat colored hair and deep green cloth.
“The boy from this afternoon’s performance!” Din gasped in alarm as she rushed towards the crumpled form.
Her heart seized in horror when she dropped next to the boy, both at the stillness of his body… alongside the tears now visible in his clothes… the fluids that coated his skin, especially his thighs… and the scent that swirled around him.
Not just the disgusting stench that matched what clung to the earth, that which had to belong to the general of darkness, Onox… but also that of an Omega… which hadn’t been present when she’d picked the boy from the audience to be her partner for a dance.
Granted, she’d only caught a quick whiff before he’d grown flustered and run off… but she was sure he’d smelled like a Beta, not an Omega… oh, spirits, was Onox really that much of a monster?!
“No, now’s not the time for that,” Din quietly scolded herself as her magic throbbed, “I need to hurry and replace the life energy that was stolen from him!
“Spirits, lend me your strength!” she cries, one hand supporting the boy’s body while the other reaches for the nearest patch of land that hadn’t been decimated by Onox’s miasma, “fill him… with all the life that you can!”
At her call, the winds stir, aiding in drawing the needed energy to Din, who moves as the magic commands.
She pauses, briefly, her lips hovering above the boy’s own, before murmuring an apology and pressing them together.
Din tries to breathe the gifted life energy into him as quickly as possible… but soon realizes this method can only do so much.
It does manage to stabilize his breathing and allow him to crack open cornflower blue eyes, if only slightly… and, evidently, to restart the heat cycle he was currently undergoing.
“Onox must’ve induced it,” Din concludes grimly… before she has to bite down sharply on her lip to keep her head as a fresh wave of Omega pheromones waft up from the boy… and clamp her thighs together as her member twitches with interest when he rasps out a call of invitation.
His scent also attempts to shift in that direction, but confusion is there as well and Din latches onto that lifeline desperately.
Her magic is telling her that, in quite the twist of fate, she is going to have to take the boy up on his confused invitation… that she will have to fill him with life energy and magic in… quite the intimate fashion to heal him completely.
But she’s determined to at least get the boy out of this field and into her tent back at the camp, where they can have some privacy and the comforts of a nest… eventually.
So she coos and rumbles reassuringly to the boy as she carefully gathers him into her arms, managing to grab the sword and scabbard that lay not too far from him before carefully making her way back.
She even has the great fortune of running into Impa before anyone else, the wonderful woman acting quickly not only to help them sneak into Din’s tent, but also smuggling in some rags and water to take over cleaning the boy as well as shoving a certain potion into Din’s hands.
Part of the Oracle’s Alpha side, the one that’s been getting louder the longer she’d breathed in the boy’s scent, growls in displeasure at the thought of the potion and the lost opportunity of seeing the Omega, belly delightfully swollen with her pups….
But her magic is still helping to keep that side under control…and in all honesty, given how low his life energy still was, he probably wouldn’t even be able to conceive, regardless….
But it was always better to be safe than sorry, thus she quickly downs the potion (that trusty beverage that has served her so well in previous ruts and steamy one-night-stands)...and then nearly tears off her clothes, control slipping, as heat scent flares and she moves back towards the Omega.
The matronly Beta emits a noise of concern in response to the display, her scent becoming protective as she positions herself between Din and the boy.
But she backs down as Din takes a steadying breath before rumbling in apology and reassurance, her movements now much slower and more careful as she walks ever closer.
The Alpha grumbles at the sight of the collar the Beta somehow managed to slip onto the boy’s neck when she wasn’t looking, but is quick to transition back to a soothing rumble when the Omega’s eyes blink open.
Once again calling to her magic, Din then carefully drapes herself over the Omega, now bare of everything but that collar, just as he begins to weakly call out to her again.
Her tongue immediately slips into his mouth, happily swallowing the next moan at the same time her magic slides down his throat.
Din’s pleased rumble gains strength as the boy’s voice does the same in response to the transition of vitality, the sound quite the cute yet sultry thing as he trills and purrs.
The sounds are just as intoxicating as his scent, both growing stronger as she begins traveling down his body, peppering gentle kisses on his shoulders and his chest, before becoming distracted by the hardened nibs that lay there.
He cries out when she sucks, when she begins biting, there are no discernable words, but the ever growing need and desire are unmistakable in his sounds and scent.
Still, she wants to do her best to erase the lingering stench of the previous Alpha that clings to the toned body that trembles beneath her, so Din licks, nips and leaves her mark blooming on his skin as she travels ever downward.
She rumbles in appreciation at the toned muscles she finds along this journey and can’t resist teasing the abdominals once she reaches them for a few seconds.
They and the sword she’d found with him suggest the boy is some kind of warrior, though the ache in her member has her quickly filing such facts away to mull over later.
For now, she’s far more interested in the way his thighs spread wide in welcome once she reaches that part of him, murmurs praise at the wave of slick that coats them anew upon the slightest touch of her fingers, her breath.
He keens as she strokes and licks at his own, adorable little member, she wants nothing more than to take him into her mouth and make him howl in orgasm after orgasm, much as she has for the previous Omega males that had shared her bed.
But that is for another time, her magic tells her, directing her instead to his slit, slathering her fingers in the fluid while also probing teasingly with her tongue.
The adorable little thing wails with desire, his body eagerly yielding to two, three, four of her fingers as they probe and stretch.
Din can’t help but frown when she feels the burn of dark magic inside that tight warmth, causing her to sink further into the possessiveness of the Rut.
She gathers as much magic as she can, directing it right into her stiff member, only barely managing to stop herself from thrusting straight in once she brings her tip to his entrance.
She moans right along with the boy as she slowly slides into his tight passage and soon finds herself murmuring praises the further in she travels.
“You’re so tight around me, little Omega… and so very handsome… your voice is so alluring, won’t you let me hear it more clearly?”
She has the great fortune of hitting the boy’s sweet spot right as she asks for that, her body shivering with delight as a pleasured cry fills the air.
“Yes, just like that,” Din hums along, easily slipping into a rhythm similar to her dances with the troop as she slowly thrusts in and out of her newest partner.
“Keep singing, dear knight,” she coos, grabbing hold of the hand that had been struggling to reach for her and pressing a kiss to the back, “let go and leave yourself in my care… all shall be well, I promise you….”
She’s thrusting with far more purpose now, with vigorous energy, the life energy that the boy needs so desperately.
That life energy spreads through his body with her first release, spilling inside him as she groans in pleasure.
It’s intoxicating, the way his body milks her, how his eyes, even though they are still hazy and unfocused, shimmer beautifully with tears.
Tears that she can’t resist lapping up even as she begins her thrusting anew, encouraged by the growing blush that coats the Omega’s skin as he absorbs the energy she’s already given him.
By the second time she orgasms the Omega has managed to loop his arms around her neck, with the third his legs hook around her hips as they both shake in bliss.
At the fourth she can’t help but startle as golden light suddenly appears, emanating from the back of his hand, the sight causing her magic to stir anew as knowledge pierces through the mating haze.
It’s fleeting, though, especially as the Omega initiates a kiss, tongue now actively twining with hers and his chest pressing against her own.
He’s someone important, that much is certain, giving even more reason to ensure he recovers from the damage Onox has wrought.
But whatever destiny has planned for either of them will have to wait, as Din can deny her knot no longer, the Alpha pressing reassuring kisses to the Omega’s temple as his body yields to her.
Din coos and rumbles at the warm stickiness that coats her and Omega’s stomachs, proof of Omega’s own pleasure being satisfied, before he drifts off to sleep, the Alpha quick to follow.
The next few days are spent lost in the haze of Omegan heat. Whatever lingering effects his time with Onox left behind seems to have been mostly negated, both by the life energy Din had already given the boy, alongside the magic bestowed by the Triforce mark on his hand.
Which means Din is able to relax a bit more and treat her newest partner to some of her more preferred and pleasurable activities.
Activities that he’s better able to engage in, as he demonstrates by riding her cock, happy to allow her hands on his hips to move him into one of her ‘dances’.
It’s one of many techniques she’s taught quite a few of her partners and one that allows those pretty abdominal muscles to shine.
Part of Din is hoping that she’ll get to see more of those muscles at work, both in bed as well as in a few of the troupe’s performances.
That will all depend on what happens once his heat ends, of course, which should be happening fairly soon… as long as her count is correct… and that Onox’s magic truly has been completely removed.
Her partner still hasn’t quite regained his words, but he’s happy to moan and call out in his pleasure, the hands holding onto her shoulders for balance tightening as he quickened his pace.
Din’s own hands tighten around his hips in response as she moves with him, growling as her knot swelled and continuously tapped against that still so deliciously tight entrance.
The growl soon turns to a satisfied moan that melds easily alongside her partner’s as her knot finally gained entry, her grip on his body shifting as his body grew rigid.
She then rumbles soothingly as he orgasms, his body clenching and squeezing around her knot and pulling it in just a bit deeper before he goes limp.
His panting breaths ghosts against her shoulder as she nuzzles at his nape, inhaling his scent and rumbling soothingly as Omega slides into slumber.
The smell of heat has calmed considerably now, allowing more of Din to surface and push her Alpha instincts to the side a bit as she carefully lowers the two of them to lay more comfortably in the nest.
She’s now rather confident they’re nearly at the end of the Omega’s cycle and a quick scan of the boy with her magic shows no further signs of Onox’s dark magic clinging to her cute partner.
All that’s left is to wait and see if the boy can surface from the forced heat and then help him through all that will come after as best as she can.
But before that, they’ll need food, as Din’s rumbling stomach soon reminds her, thankfully just as her knot deflates.
She then carefully untangles herself from her slumbering partner, covering him in the blankets most saturated in her scent before dressing and slipping out of the tent, hoping Impa will have something tasty waiting.