Genre: Omegaverse
Words: 4294
Which universe: Old Egypt
Which label: Smut
Top: Sanemi
Bottom: Giyuu
About: Sanemi was the crown prince of old Egypt and to his birthday a lot of dancers and other noble people arrived in the palace. A male omega named Giyuu got touched by another man and Sanemi got progressive and marked Giyuu.
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Sanemi grew up in the shadow of his father's expectations, learning to be a ruthless leader from a young age. He lost his mother at birth and was trained strictly by his father, who was a respected but feared ruler.
Upon becoming King, he faced challenges from neighboring kingdoms and internal conflicts within his own court. Despite his cold demeanor, Sanemi carried the weight of his responsibilities heavily. He had few close advisors and even fewer friends, often keeping people at arm's length. His reputation as a harsh King preceded him, making many wary to approach him. One evening, after another exhausting day of ruling, Sanemi stood on his balcony overlooking the city.
The torches below flickered like stars, and he clenched his fists, wondering if he was doing enough to protect his people and maintain the empire's strength. Despite his royal duties, Sanemi found a rare moment of peace when he went hiking in the mountains near the palace. This was one of the few activities he could do alone, away from the court's watchful eyes. He would often take his sword and climb to the highest peaks, seeking solitude and clarity.
On these hikes, he would sometimes meditate at the top, reflecting on his past decisions and future challenges. The view from above reminded him of his place in the world - both powerful and vulnerable. It was during these moments that he allowed himself to show a glimpse of the younger, less burdened version of himself. But even these moments were fleeting.
As the sun began to set, Sanemi would always return to his palace, the weight of the crown waiting for him once more. The peace of the mountains was temporary, and the responsibilities of kingship were eternal. It was his 21st birthday, a significant milestone in Egyptian tradition. The palace was decorated with gold and jewels, and nobles from all over the region had come to celebrate. Sanemi stood in his throne room, dressed in his finest robes, looking every inch the formidable King he had become.
As an Alpha, Sanemi's presence commanded attention. His scent, a mix of sandalwood and authority, filled the room as he surveyed the gathered guests. Many omegas and betas kept their distance, sensing his dominance, while other Alphas nodded in respect or challenge. He accepted their tributes with a stoic expression, his eyes sharp and calculating. The feast began, with musicians playing and dancers performing.
Sanemi sat on his throne, occasionally taking sips from his golden cup, his mind already turning to the matters of state that would follow this celebration. A male omega is dancing, male omegas are extremely rare and a lot of alphas are looking hungry at him. Sanemi's gaze landed on the male omega dancer, noting the predatory looks from several Alphas in the room. He frowned slightly, recognizing the rarity and potential value of such an omega. He signaled to his guards to keep an eye on the dancer's safety, knowing that some might try to claim him as a gift.
After the performance, Sanemi called the dancer to his side discreetly. He leaned forward, speaking in a low voice.
"What is your name, dancer?" The dancer, slightly nervous but trying to maintain composure, bowed deeply. "I am called Giyuu, Your Majesty." Sanemi studied Giyuu carefully, noting his delicate features and the subtle omega scent. He gestured for him to rise.
"You dance well, Giyuu. Where did you come from?" Giyuu straightened up, keeping his eyes lowered respectfully. "I was brought here from a small village, Your Majesty. I was sold to the palace for entertainment." Sanemi's jaw tightened at the mention of being sold. He knew the practice was common, but it still irked him slightly.
"How old are you, Giyuu?" Giyuu hesitated for a moment, then answered quietly. "I am nineteen, Your Majesty." Nineteen. Young and already in the hands of the palace. Sanemi's eyes narrowed slightly, calculating.
"And you've been dancing here for long?" Giyuu shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. "About a year, Your Majesty. I was trained in the palace's dance school." Sanemi leaned back in his throne, tapping his fingers on the armrest.
"I see. You must be tired from performing. You may rest now." He dismissed him with a flick of his wrist, but his eyes followed Giyuu as he left, making a mental note of the omega's potential usefulness.
As Giyuu walked away, an Alpha noble approached him with a predatory smile. Sanemi observed this interaction from his throne, his protective instincts slightly stirring. The Alpha noble placed a hand on Giyuu's shoulder, speaking to him in a low, possessive tone. Sanemi's grip on his cup tightened, his Alpha senses on alert. Giyuu tensed at the touch, clearly uncomfortable.
The Alpha leaned closer, whispering something in his ear. Sanemi could see the discomfort radiating from the omega from across the room. Unable to watch any longer, Sanemi stood up abruptly. The court fell silent as he moved toward the pair. His presence was commanding enough that the Alpha immediately removed his hand and stepped back, bowing deeply to his king.* *Sanemi stopped beside Giyuu, his tall figure casting a shadow over the omega.
"Giyuu is dismissed. He needs rest." His voice left no room for argument, directed at the Alpha who had approached him. The Alpha nodded quickly, backing away with a mixture of respect and frustration. Giyuu looked relieved but confused by the King's intervention. "Yes, Your Majesty. I understand." Sanemi then spoke to Giyuu in a softer tone. "Go to my quarters. I'll have food sent to you." Giyuu bowed again, grateful for the escape.
"Thank you, Your Majesty. I... I will go now." He hurried away, heading toward the private wing of the palace where the royal chambers were located. Sanemi watched him leave, then returned to his throne, contemplating his own reasons for protecting the omega dancer.
Later that evening, after the celebration had ended, Sanemi dismissed his advisors and guards. He retired to his quarters, where he found Giyuu waiting as instructed. A servant had indeed brought food, and the omega was sitting quietly in a corner, looking small and out of place in the luxurious room. Sanemi's nostrils flared at the sweet scent. It was indeed strong, filling the room and making it harder for him to maintain his usual composure. He noted how it seemed to intensify his Alpha instincts, making him more aware of Giyuu's presence.
He walked to a table and poured himself a drink, trying to distract himself. The scent of an omega in heat was unmistakable now. "You're in heat." It wasn't a question, but a statement of fact. Giyuu nodded slightly, keeping his head down. His cheeks were flushed, and he was clearly trying to control his body's reactions.
"Yes, Your Majesty. It began this morning." Sanemi gritted his teeth. This was going to be a problem. He was already attracted to Giyuu's dancing, and now this. His Alpha nature was becoming increasingly restless. "Why didn't you say anything during the performance?" Giyuu's voice was barely above a whisper.
"I didn't want to cause a scene, Your Majesty. I thought I could manage." He was managing poorly. The scent was becoming more potent by the minute, and Sanemi could tell the omega was struggling to stay composed. It was a test of his self-control as well. "You should have left. This is dangerous." Giyuu looked up at him, his eyes glazed with the effects of his heat.
"I had nowhere else to go. The palace is the safest place for me right now." He wasn't wrong about that. Outside these walls, he would be vulnerable to other Alphas who might take advantage of his state. Sanemi moved with deliberate slowness, fighting against his instincts that screamed to claim the distressed omega. He stopped a few feet away from Giyuu, his jaw clenched tight.
"You need suppressants. Now." Giyuu shook his head weakly, a small whimper escaping him as another wave of heat hit him. The sound made Sanemi's blood pound in his ears.
"I... I don't have any. They're not allowed in the palace for performers." Sanemi cursed under his breath. He was too close now, the scent wrapping around him like a physical thing. He could see Giyuu trembling, fighting to stay seated and not move towards the Alpha's scent either. "This is torture for both of us." His voice was rough with barely contained desire and restraint.
The tension in the room became suffocating. Giyuu's breathing became heavier, his body calling out for relief that only an Alpha could provide. Sanemi's fists were clenched at his sides, his knuckles white. The Alpha in him was roaring to take what was being offered so sweetly. Sanemi's mind raced with the dangerous idea. He could help Giyuu, but it would change everything. He would be responsible for the omega, and the implications of that were immense. Yet the thought of another Alpha touching Giyuu made his blood boil with possessive rage.
"I could... help you through it." He said it low, almost reluctantly, as if testing the waters of his own sanity. Giyuu's eyes widened at the suggestion. He looked at Sanemi with a mix of hope and fear, his omega instincts clearly torn. He knew what he was offering.
"Your Majesty... you would do that for me?" His voice was trembling, his body betraying him as it leaned slightly forward, seeking the Alpha's presence without his conscious control. Sanemi's control snapped at the movement. In one swift motion, he was beside Giyuu, lifting him up and carrying him to his large bed. His expression was dark and determined.
"I'm the only one who will touch you. Understand?" He laid him down gently despite his dominant tone, his eyes burning with intensity. Giyuu nodded, submitting to the Alpha's command. His body was completely at his mercy now, the heat making him pliant and needy. He looked up at Sanemi with trust and desperation.
"Yes, Your Majesty. Please... it hurts." He whimpered again, his hands clutching the sheets beneath him. Sanemi growled deeply at his words, the sound vibrating through the room. He placed one hand on Giyuu's thigh, feeling the heat radiating from him.
"I'll make it better. But you'll be mine for the duration of your heat." His thumb stroked the soft skin there, a promise and a warning. Giyuu's breath hitched at the touch. He spread his legs slightly, his body responding eagerly to the Alpha's touch despite his nervousness. His eyes locked onto Sanemi's, filled with need and a hint of uncertainty about the permanence of being his.
"Yes... I'll be yours." He whispered, the omega in him accepting the claim even if his mind was still processing the gravity of it. A cruel smirk played on Sanemi's lips at Giyuu's agreement. He leaned down, his face close to Giyuu's neck where his scent was strongest.
"Good omega. But first, I want to see you in that torn outfit." He tugged at the fabric of the outfit, already showing signs of wear from the performance. The material was indeed torn in places, revealing glimpses of Giyuu's skin. Sanemi's fingers traced the edges of the rips, his eyes darkening with desire.
"Ravaged already. Perfect." He pulled at the fabric more deliberately, creating new tears. The sound of the fabric tearing filled the air. Giyuu gasped as more of his body was exposed, his chest heaving with rapid breaths. The cool air hit his heated skin, making him shiver.
"Your Majesty... the servants will see..." He mentioned, referring to the damage of the expensive outfit. He was worried about being in trouble for that. Sanemi chuckled darkly, not caring about the outfit at all. "Let them see. Let them know who you belong to now." He ripped another strip, exposing his stomach completely. His hand moved to that exposed skin, claiming it with his touch.
"You're my dancer now. My omega. Not theirs." Giyuu moaned softly at the possessive words. His body was already responding to the Alpha's dominance, slick beginning to gather. He arched into Sanemi's hand, his mind clouding with heat and submission.
"Please... I need you to touch me properly." He begged, his voice trembling with need and desperation. He spread his legs wider, offering himself completely. Sanemi's eyes flashed with predatory hunger. He pressed his palm against Giyuu's stomach, moving it down slowly, deliberately, until it reached the waistband of the torn outfit. He hooked his fingers there, looking down at the omega with intense desire.
"Beg again. Tell me exactly what you want." He commanded, wanting to hear the omega say it out loud, to acknowledge his role as his Alpha. Giyuu whimpered, his pride fighting against his instincts for a moment before the heat won out. He looked up at Sanemi with pleading eyes, his cheeks flushed darkly.
"Please, Alpha. I want you to take me. Use me. Make the pain go away. Make me yours completely." His voice was thick with desperation and need, his omega fully submitting to the Alpha king. A satisfied growl rumbled in Sanemi's chest. He yanked the waistband, pulling it down roughly.
"Good boy. You'll get everything you need. And more." He positioned himself between Giyuu's legs, looking down at him with raw hunger. His own clothes were still on, a stark contrast to Giyuu's nearly naked state.
"But first, I'll enjoy watching you fall apart beneath me." Sanemi's cock was indeed thick and veiny, standing proudly against his stomach as he knelt. The head was flushed dark red, pre-cum already beading at the tip. It twitched with each of his movements, eager to claim the omega beneath him. The size of it was intimidating, a clear sign of his Alpha status and power. Sanemi smirked at Giyuu's reaction, stroking himself slowly. He ran his free hand up Giyuu's thigh, spreading his legs even further apart.
"And it's going to fill you up perfectly. You'll take all of me, won't you?" His thumb brushed against Giyuu's entrance, feeling the wetness there. Giyuu gasped and nodded frantically. His entrance clenched at the touch, more slick leaking out. He was completely exposed and vulnerable, completely at Sanemi's mercy. "Yes, Alpha. I'll take it. I need it inside me now." He begged again, his heat making him shameless in his need. His body was shaking with anticipation, his hole fluttering against Sanemi's thumb.
Sanemi chuckled darkly again, pressing his thumb against the entrance but not entering yet. He leaned down, his face close to Giyuu's ear. "Patience, my desperate little omega. I'll give you what you want when I'm ready." He nipped at his ear, then sat back on his heels. He gripped his cock firmly, stroking it once more before bringing it closer to Giyuu's entrance.
"Look at how wet you are for me. Dripping all over my sheets." Giyuu's eyes followed the movement of Sanemi's cock, his breathing ragged. His face was flushed, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. The sheets were indeed getting soaked beneath him.
"Please, please, please..." He chanted softly, his hips trying to move down, trying to impale himself on the Alpha's cock. The heat was becoming unbearable, his omega mind screaming to be filled and knotted. Sanemi grabbed Giyuu's hips firmly, holding him still with a strong grip. He tsked disapprovingly.
"No moving. You'll take it when I say so." He teased the entrance with the head of his cock, but still not entering. He enjoyed seeing the omega so desperate and needy, his control over him intoxicating.
"Beg one more time. Tell me how badly you want it." Giyuu whined loudly, tears of frustration forming in his eyes. His body was burning, every nerve ending screaming for relief.
"I want it more than anything! I need your cock to fill this empty ache! I need your knot to stop the heat! Please, Alpha Sanemi, King Sanemi, my Alpha, my everything, I'm yours to use however you want!" His voice cracked with emotion, completely submitting to his role as Sanemi's personal dancer and now his omega. He didn't care about the other dancers anymore, only about pleasing his Alpha. Sanemi's eyes darkened with possessive satisfaction at those words. He finally pushed the head in slowly, stretching Giyuu's entrance.
"That's my good boy. Remember that. You're mine now. Only mine." He watched as he took the first inch, his grip on Giyuu's hips tightening possessively. He started a slow, deliberate pace, not giving him the full length yet. Giyuu moaned deeply as he felt the stretch. His walls clenched around the intrusion, trying to pull it deeper. His hands gripped the sheets above his head, his back arching off the bed.
"Yes! Yours! Only yours!" He cried out, his body responding eagerly to the Alpha's possession. The heat intensified with each thrust, even just the head driving him wild. His mind was completely blank except for the feeling of Sanemi. Sanemi smirked at his broken state. He continued the slow pace, watching Giyuu's reactions intently. He leaned forward, his chest hovering over Giyuu's, but still keeping his clothes on. He wanted to see how long he could last like this, half-dressed and fully clothed.
"Look at you, falling apart so easily. My pretty little dancer, reduced to a moaning mess." He murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. He snapped his hips slightly, testing how much Giyuu could take without being completely seated. Giyuu's eyes rolled back at the snap. He was indeed falling apart, his dignity and pride completely gone. His body was trembling uncontrollably now, his cock leaking continuously onto his stomach.
"Please... deeper... I can take more... need more of you..." He begged again, his voice hoarse. His legs wrapped around Sanemi's waist, trying to pull him closer, deeper, regardless of the command to stay still. Sanemi growled at the attempt to move him. He grabbed both of Giyuu's legs and pinned them down with one hand, forcing them apart. He used his other hand to grip the headboard for leverage.
"I said no moving. You're going to stay exactly like this and take what I give you." With that, he thrust forward hard, burying himself halfway inside Giyuu in one deep stroke. He started a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping against Giyuu's ass with each powerful thrust.
The sound of skin slapping filled the room, mixing with Giyuu's moans and the creaking of the bed. Giyuu screamed as he was filled completely. His body jolted with each thrust, his eyes wide and unfocused. The stretch was almost painful, but the pleasure of being claimed by an Alpha was overwhelming. His cock bounced with the force, untouched and neglected.
"Ah! Ah! Alpha! So deep! So good!" He couldn't form coherent sentences anymore, just incoherent sounds of pleasure. His heat was reaching its peak, his body preparing for a knot that wasn't even fully formed yet. His inner walls fluttered and squeezed around Sanemi's cock, trying to milk him. Sanemi grunted at the tightness. He could feel the omega's body responding to the knot forming at the base of his cock. He slowed his pace slightly, grinding his hips instead of thrusting, aiming for that special spot inside Giyuu that would make him see stars.
"You're going to come just from this, aren't you? Just from my cock and nothing else." He leaned down again, his face next to Giyuu's ear again, breathing heavily. His own control was slipping, the Alpha in him wanting to breed and claim properly. Giyuu nodded frantically, tears streaming down his face from the intensity. His body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. He could feel the knot pressing against his entrance, threatening to lock them together.
"Yes! Yes! I'm close! Please let me come, Alpha! Let me come on your cock!" He begged shamelessly, his body arching again, his cock twitching and leaking even more. His hole was dripping slick now, creating a wet mess beneath him. Sanemi released Giyuu's legs, but kept one hand on his hip to hold him still. He grabbed the other ankle and pushed it up towards Giyuu's chest, folding him in half. This new position made him even more vulnerable, completely exposed and open to Sanemi's gaze.
"Look at how flexible you are. Perfect for this position." He thrust again, deeper and harder now with the new angle. The knot was now pressing firmly against the entrance, but not entering yet. He was waiting, waiting for the perfect moment to claim fully. Giyuu was completely exposed like this, his body on display for his Alpha. His cock was now trapped between his stomach and thigh, the tip red and throbbing. His eyes were glazed over with lust, his mouth hanging open as he panted and moaned uncontrollably. His inner walls were quivering, desperate for the knot to stretch them further.
"Please... knot me... fill me... make me yours forever..." He whispered the last part, a hint of desperation in his voice. His heat was making him delirious with need, wanting nothing more than to be marked as Sanemi's property permanently.
With a final, deep thrust, Sanemi felt Giyuu's body tense up. He watched as the omega came untouched, his cock spurting ropes of cum onto his own chest. His walls clenched down hard around Sanemi's cock, trying to keep him inside as he rode out his orgasm. Sanemi growled possessively at the sight, his own control snapping. He pushed the knot in fully, locking them together as he started his own release. Hot cum filled Giyuu, marking him from the inside out.
Giyuu's eyes rolled back again, his body spasming as he felt the hot flood of cum. He was completely filled, both front and back. His belly slightly bulged with the amount. He was a mess, covered in sweat, slick, and cum, his mind completely blank except for the feeling of being knotted and claimed by his Alpha King. Sanemi stayed still, his knot keeping them connected. He looked down at Giyuu with dark, satisfied eyes. He stroked his thigh gently, a stark contrast to his earlier roughness.
"Mine. All mine. My perfect little dancer." Giyuu whimpered softly at the touch, his body still trembling with aftershocks. He looked up at Sanemi with dazed eyes, filled with submission and contentment. He tried to speak, but his voice was hoarse from screaming.
"Yours... only yours... Alpha's dancer..." He managed to whisper. His heat was still there, but satisfied for now. He knew he would need more later, but for now, he was happy to be Sanemi's personal dancer and breeding toy. Sanemi smirked at his response. He leaned down and licked the tears from Giyuu's cheeks, tasting the salt. He waited for his knot to go down, which would take some time. He ran his fingers through Giyuu's messy hair, claiming it as well.
"You'll dance for me every day. And you'll warm my knot after every performance. No other Alpha will touch you." He stated firmly. His possessiveness was clear. He had found his perfect plaything, and he wasn't sharing. As his knot finally began to deflate, Sanemi carefully pulled out, causing some of his cum to leak out. He flipped Giyuu onto his stomach, face down into the mattress. He positioned himself behind him, his cock still hard and ready.
"On all fours. Present yourself to me properly." He commanded. He wanted to see his cum dripping from Giyuu's used hole as he mounted him again. Giyuu obeyed immediately, getting onto his hands and knees. His legs were shaky, but he held himself up. His back arched as he presented his ass to Sanemi, his cheeks spread slightly. The mixture of slick and cum was visible, glistening in the light. He looked back at Sanemi over his shoulder, waiting for him to take him again.
Sanemi's eyes gleamed with primal desire at the sight. He growled low in his throat, his Alpha instincts fully awakened. He grabbed Giyuu's hips roughly, digging his fingers into the flesh. He positioned his cock at the entrance and slammed in with one swift motion, burying himself to the hilt. He began to fuck him roughly from behind, like a true animal claiming its mate. His thrusts were hard and deep, his hips snapping against Giyuu's ass with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room again, more intense in this position.
Sanemi took Giyuu in every position imaginable. He bent him over the bed, against the wall, standing up, and even had him ride him once. He filled him with cum repeatedly, marking him inside and out. Giyuu's body was covered in bites and bruises, claimed thoroughly. His stomach was distended from the amount of cum, his hole gaping and loose from the constant use. After hours of non-stop breeding, Sanemi finally pulled out completely. He looked down at his exhausted and ruined omega with satisfaction. He was completely spent himself, but still had a smirk on his face.
"You're going to have my pups now. My perfect little breeder." Sanemi collapsed beside Giyuu on the bed, panting heavily. He reached out and stroked his swollen belly again, feeling possessive pride. He knew Giyuu would be carrying his heirs soon. He pulled a blanket over them both, not caring about the mess. "Rest now. You need to build your strength for tomorrow's dance." He said, his tone softer than before. But there was still an edge of dominance. He was already planning how to claim Giyuu again tomorrow, and every day after that.