Cremate or conceived

In the dim room filled with intense pheromones, Hassiba was laying naked and beyond exhausted. She was starting to wake up when she was feeling something that was coming in and out of her body. Goosebumps envelop her system hearing the strange noises that sounded delirious and cringy. She could also feel the ripples of pain and some pleasure all over her. But she wasn't that certain if it was a pleasure. For it was so different when she was playing with herself, secretly relieving her body during her critical period. Whenever her rut comes, she tends to hide in her old house basement, trying to keep her pheromones to herself. And it was still a mystery for her that her period came earlier than its usual date, as far as she could remember.

“Uhmmm. . . Ouch,” she groans and starts to open her eyes. But the moment her eyelids opened, she was dumbfounded by the scenery folded in front of her. She was now staring at the magnificent man whose face is all over the Parallel city. Hassiba could say that those pictures cannot be compared to this live beauty in front of her. That those edited pictures are a fraud and completely inferior to the live crowned prince in the whole Parallel world. “Ahhh . . .” Her eyes almost puffed out when her lewd moan came out from nowhere. ‘Th-the squirm . . . The lewd moans and the bed creaking . . . I-its me all along. Th-the crowned prince . . . Please, Goddesses, let this be a wishful thinking kind of dream. I do not wish to have a complicated life, or get involved with the royal family.’ She firmly closed her eyes  and  began chanting prayers in her mind.’ She even tried to hold her breath just to fully wake her system up. But the trusting never did stop. It even became annoyingly stimulating which made her breathing heavier and more erotic.

“Hah! Hah! Hah!” She was biting her lower lip while fighting the urge to moan again. But the man's heavy breathing was stirring her body up. With every thrust she received, the man's aggressive movements were sending her pleasure with pain. ‘Since when did we start doing these? Thre-three days?’ She was pleasurably confused because she knows that her rut usually ends in three days. And as far as she could say, she was already in her right mind. Sober and with full sanity intact. Able to weigh between right and wrong. Enough and too much. ‘I lasted for three days! But this is good and not good at the same time. It only means that my body physics is beneficial to royal dominant alphas! Haha! Does it mean I'm going to go on a run soon?’ She clenched her fist and punched the man's chest. ‘His Highness's chest is firm and strong. The shoulders are broad and reliable. And what the h*ll am I thinking about it?’

“Ple-please . . . No-no more . . .” Although there was a pleasure, Hassiba was certain that her body reached its limit in sex. For she feels like her soul has left her body. Even her magnificent source of life and pleasure is getting numb. ‘Dominant alpha’s sucker than I've ever imagined!’ The reason why she was hiding is because of her mother. She was the fruit of a one-night stand. But it was not a secret that her mother was raped. She didn't know who her father was. But as a result,  she was born with dominant omega pheromones even though she's a recessive omega—just like her mother. That only means misfortune follows them everywhere. And because of these, Hassiba was living as a beta. Hiding her true self from the pile of hampers. Which made her able to live a normal life ever since she started working and meddling with the other Parallelians. If staying in an old abandoned house and dressing like an old woman even though she just turned twenty is normal, then that is her normal life.

“F*ck . . .” the man cussed and tightened its grip on her waist. ‘Oh, my God! This beast is in a rut!’ As far as she can remember, an alpha's rut will last five days. But to the dominant royal alpha, it will be considered as a week or more, depending on the omega body's ability in soothing the rut. It was also not a secret that whenever their rut comes, whatever happens during a certain period is meant to be forgotten. Which she finds beneficial to her situation this time. ‘Please, Goddesses . . . Help me escape when this beast stops!’ She desperately pleaded, almost digging her short nails into the man's flesh.

“Akkk . . . Hah! Tha-that’s enough, please . . . No more. No more . . .” she whimpered as her countless orgasm rushed out from her body. ‘If this continues, I'm gonna die because of exhaustion and dehydration. How long am I going to take this? It's a pity to die because of overdoing it!’ Hassiba could also tell that her body was starting to feel numb. ‘I’ll soon turn into a vegetative state.’ She wanted to cry but her pride wouldn't let her.

“Ah . . . F*ck!” 

“Yo-your highness, not there!” The man grabbed her leg and clung it to his shoulder. Hassiba felt exposed and undeniably spread. ‘Never did I imagine that I would be doing these shameless positions which I only discovered on porn sites!’ Her face was burning as she was looking at the stone-hard baseball bat-like shaft, that is throbbing and filling her destroyed innocent inexperienced cave.

“Augh! Mother, help me!” she exclaimed, trying to push the man away. But the more she protested, the more she received an aggressive thrust. ‘Oh, I'm so dead. Dominant alpha pheromones . . .’ The moment her nose met the thick minty scent, she also subconsciously released her pheromones. ‘Ahhh . . . I'm gonna die soon. No! My hard-earned money! My not-so-expensive jewelry! The hot pot a hundred meters away from my old house . . . I couldn't just easily let them go!’ Even in a critical situation, Hassiba couldn't let go of her obsession—Money, jewelry, and food.

“Ahhh! Please . . .” She was protesting yet moaning at the same time. ‘Am I going to cum again? This is torture!’

“Yes . . . Oh, your lewd hole is gripping me tightly . . .” the man mumbled, sending shivers down Hassiba’s whole body. ‘This is humiliating!’

Another hour had passed when Hassiba woke up from her nap. But the truth is she fainted during her pissing and extreme climax. “Oh, Goddesses, give me strength . . .” she mumbled, while slowly getting up from the bed. ‘Hah! My whole body is shaking. My legs are wobbly and my precious flower is painful!’ She looks at the man who is peacefully sleeping in the bed with a gorgeous sated facial expression. She knows that after an alpha’s rut, the alpha will fall to slumber for days. She didn't know if that logic applies to Royal Dominant alphas too.

‘I want to choke you to death, you crazy beast! Why wouldn't you stop no matter how I pleaded? That was my first time. But you almost killed me with pleasure . . . Hah! I'm shameless. Bu-but that was beyond satisfying though.  “You’re crazy. This is crazy.” With all of her gathered strength, Hassiba started walking, heading to the door. But her steps were halted seeing her reflection on the glass wall naked. “What should I wear?” She quickly scanned the room, only to find a white long-sleeve shirt and a bathrobe. With limping steps, Hassiba took the long sleeve and wore it. Seeing that the clothes length reached almost to her knee, she was elated. Then she noticed a tray on the table.

“Woah . . . An inhibitor. A hamper! This is great! Thank you, Goddesses.” Even though she was squealing, it was only in moderation. With excitement, she took two inhibitor tablets and quickly swallowed them. She carefully marched to the door and slowly opened it. Even though dizziness and pain were trying to succumb to her, the fact that she has no one to rely on in her situation right now is enough to give her strength.

“The crowned Prince is still in his private chamber, Your Grace.” Hassiba was still and subconsciously leaned against the wall.

“Is he sleeping with an omega?”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

“This is marvelous! I'm going to expect my grandson soon! But if the omega dies, cremate her body and send it to her family. Give the family a medal of valor. Also, give them a piece of land and jewelry. But if this omega lives and is conceived, personally send her to the crowned Prince's palace.”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

“I’m going to report this good news to my king brother. I cannot wait to make my brother faint! By the way, call the king’s physician too.”

 

Hassiba’s whole body was trembling while listening to the voices outside the room. She was also silently peeking while feeling the gushing liquid coming out of her. ‘How am I going to get out of here without being noticed? I'm certain that I reek of alpha pheromones.’ She was also disheartened while peeping at the door. Looking at the men guarding their posts, “This is hopeless. Well, I have options though. Be cremated or sent to the prince’s palace. But I need to survive . . . I should plan my escape later . . .” she mumbled and glanced at the door ajar again. “Ah!” She almost fainted when her eyes met a pair of brown eyes creepily looking at her.

“Miss Hassiba, you may now go back to the prince, or come with me. And whatever your plan is, just keep it as a plan for life instead.” The butler smiles and bows at her.