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There is a disturbance in the bond between Jayce and Viktor, and Jayce is sure the omega is aware of it.

For the eighth time that night, Jayce tosses and turns, curling his sprawled limbs inwards to face Viktor. The alpha has not been able to find a comfortable position, which is insulting because their nest is the epitome of comfort! Viktor built it himself, and he makes sure to scent the nest every morning before he leaves its safety and every night when he returns to Jayce’s arms. Usually, the alpha will do the same; it is the reason he is quick to drift into a dream-filled slumber by his omega’s side.

For the past two days, however, Jayce has been restless.

He prowled around the perimeter of their den and their self-marked land, double-checking, then triple-checking the traps meant for intruders.

When he isn’t lurking around their home, Jayce hunts. Yesterday, alone, he caught twelve rabbits and a large deer, and then he proceeded to smoke the meat until their cabinets were full of stored jerky.

Jayce has also been more irate. Not towards Viktor, but towards disturbances bothering the omega. Counting the poor fox that pissed on one of Jayce’s boots, the alpha has growled at the sunlight pouring through the window at dawn, a family of june bugs resting on top of Viktor’s half-finished quilt, and, worst of all, Viktor’s cane, which sat just out of his reach when he needed to use the bathroom. And today, Jayce glared at the coyote that scared off the fox after Viktor showered it with pets and torn up jerky treats.

His pheromones are thick in the forest air: a wild scent of burning embers and fresh-cut wood. It layers on top of the humidity, making it impossible for anyone who is not his mate to come close without suffocating on its intensity.

These behaviors are not unheard of for Jayce, but they are also not normal outside of specific circumstances— that circumstance being the omega’s heat, of course.

“What are you thinking about, my love?”

The omega cards his fingers through the locks splayed across the side of Jayce’s head, lightly scritching along his favorite area. When that does not capture Jayce’s attention from staring intently at their bedroom door, Viktor migrates to his beard.

He is rewarded with a deep rumbling of Jayce’s chest—the closest thing to a purr he can muster under his distressed state. It is the alpha’s weak spot—even if he refuses to admit it—being doted on and adored. It was a luxury neither of them could afford during their days of progress, when they were pups with a dream and naivety so strong that they lost sight of themselves.

So, Viktor indulges in his terms of endearments, now that he is aware of the alpha’s unwavering love for him. They are more than just bondmates. They are two sides of the same coin, bound to each other by fate, for better or worse for all of eternity.

“Promise that you won’t freak out.”

A suspicious hum vibrates through their astral connection. “I have seen all parts of you. There is very little that could ward me off.”

It appeases Jayce, only a smidge. The alpha worries his bottom lip, a nervous habit he has exhibited for as long as Viktor can remember knowing him.

“I was thinking about my time with the Mage. Intrinsically, he is you, just as you are him, correct?”

Viktor furrows his eyebrows. "In…some aspects, I suppose that is true." He pauses, and for the few seconds of silence, Jayce's heart stops in time. "Are you trying to replace me?” Panic surges through their bond.

“No!” Jayce lunges towards Viktor, pulls the omega into his arms to cuddle him. It is suffocating and is more than likely not comfortable for Viktor, but the alpha knows the weight is grounding—reminds Viktor that he will always be near. “Never. Just. Hear me out.”

Viktor wallows across their astral link. Jayce can practically see the self-depreciating thoughts and guilt running thorugh his mind. He must stop those thoughts immediately.

“Imagine it. A lonely omega, his alpha gone from this world by his hand. He uses the very power that caused his lover’s death in an attempt to save him time and time again. The Mage, he destroys himself with his failures and inadequacies for the one thing that could save him: love.”

Jayce nuzzles into the crook of his omega’s neck, snuffling around Viktor’s scent gland, right above his mark.

“There is nothing to imagine. He is not of this world.” The alpha is aware that his idea seems more than absurd at first glance, but how can he leave a version of Viktor alone? Hasn't he suffered enough?

“Neither are we, my love. Look at him. Our omega. He needs our help, can’t you see?”

Jayce tugs on the Arcane and asks it to show them the omega.

The Mage howls in agony. His heat is nearly upon him. It rips through his core like a lightning strike. His nerve endings burn with desire, calling out for a mate that will not come.

He squirms against the stone cock of his once-beloved alpha mate, pussy red and bleeding from the roughness. Frustrated tears mark his skin with the Arcane, beautiful, iridescent swirls staining his cheeks. It is a mark of his greed, the same greed that resides within Jayce now.

The Mage will continue to take the stone into his cunt, whining for his womb to be filled, but will receive nothing in return. No virile seed to satisfy his feral omega, not even a comforting nuzzle or scent to calm him. His tits will remain small and void of milk until he’s bred with alpha cum, and his inner omega will always yearn for another.

Jayce feels Viktor's heart shattering into tiny pieces. How cruel to have your mate by your side for all eternity, unable to scent him and be scented in return. No alpha to protect the nest, no beta to calm the senses, no omega to provide comfort. No Jayce, no partner, no gap-toothed grin. The Mage is truly alone in his world, and the longer he stays, the more he will suffer.

The alpha sees an image, a memory conjured by Viktor's mind. The omega is curled up in their old lab, temple pressed against the cold tile. He reeked of despair and desperation, keening for his alpha to return. His whines ceased long before Jayce found him, but Viktor still remembers the dull ache ringing through his body. He was missing a crucial part of his existence, one that was impossible to fill. The omega tried Shimmer, and when that failed him, he used the Hexcore to fill the Jayce-shaped hole in his chest. Nothing had made him feel complete, not like his alpha does and not like the omega in heat threatens to do.

Viktor grits his teeth. His thoughts fly through his head at a speed only a genius, only Jayce, can keep up with. It does not help that the other omega does smell ravishing—peaches and moss, sweet and earthy. The musk emitting from his pussy activates his salivary glands. Viktor’s blunt fangs descend from his gums, itching to bite—

“You do see it,” Jayce purrs, pleased. Relief floods the bond alongside a flash of smugness.

It may serve the alpha well to be wrong. His head has gotten quite large ever since he broke Viktor free from the Hexcore’s influence. Having another omega around should help with that.

“He’s ours. We cannot let him suffer alone,” Viktor growls.

Compared to Jayce’s roar, it is a pitiful thing, closer to the sound of a cat purring than a warning to possible threats. His desire, however, matches Jayce’s in intensity. Their scents mingle together, a beacon for the Mage to follow through the Arcane and into their arms.

“Our mate, ours forever,” Jayce agrees. He rubs at Viktor’s omega cock through his trousers, preparing his sweet, generous omega for the arrival of their new lover.

Viktor can’t take his eyes off the vision of the Mage. “What shall we call him, my love?”

“Our blossom, the divine wielder of the Arcane, the mother of our pups.”

Viktor says it with confidence, as if he was not on the verge of losing his mate just minutes ago. He’s always had a bleeding heart, one that attempts to take in every small, abandoned animal into their home. He is much like a nurturing doe, and the Mage will be their fawn to spoil.

Oh, how he has always wanted an omega companion to dote on and be doted on in return.

“Blossom is fitting. How ripe he must taste.” Jayce emphasizes his point with a broad swipe of his tongue against Viktor’s jugular. Spiced honey coats his tongue, burying its way into his olfactory sensors. “Fawn would be appropriate as well, don’t you think?”

Viktor leans his head against Jayce’s and nuzzles their temples together. “Fawn. Omega. Blossom. He represents everything pretty and delicate. It is a miracle that he has not been claimed yet.”

And Jayce has never been more grateful for his mate. Every Jayce before this one was a fool. Knotheads only interested in keeping a single mate, while their other omega suffered for all of eternity. The Mage was doomed from the start, and no one had thought to save him. How selfish.

Or perhaps, Jayce’s yearning is the greed they speak of in the ancient texts. Claiming two omegas was forbidden in Piltover, and unheard of in Zaun, seen as a disgrace to the sacred mating rituals.

Shame attempts to flow through him. It grips onto the part of Jayce that has always been concerned of others’ opinions. You would be a terrible Alpha, forcing two omegas to battle for your undivided attention and praise. But Jayce has the experience of caring for an omega, and he has been doing a phenomenal job if Viktor's pleased purrs are anything to go by.

The instinctual urge to pamper his mate is a constant buzz in the back of his alpha brain. With two omegas to smother with his staunch affections, Jayce's purpose will be fulfilled, finally.

The alpha's love knows no bounds, and though it carries its flaws and kinks, he is certain it will flourish and bind them together.

Jayce thinks of his omegas clinging onto each other through the night, bellies full with his pups and tits full of milk. They will be safe in his den, far from the reach of anyone who dares to seek them out. His Mage and his Herald. Their children will be powerful, blessed with the Arcane and the love of their parents. They will want for nothing. That much, Jayce is certain.

And so, the alpha and omega tug at the Arcane and beg it for one, last mercy. Let us keep him. You have had your way with him for centuries; now, it is our turn.

----

When the Mage opens his eyes, his heat has diminished significantly. It remains under his skin, ready to emerge at any given chance, but for now, it settles.

He is no longer writhing in agony on moss-covered ground in tattered robes. In fact, the Mage dons nothing but a blanket soaked in a combination of sweet, spicy, smoky scents. Alpha and omega.

Upon registering the scent profiles, the Mage scoffs incredulously. Whoever has stolen him from his dimension is a pervert! There is slick on his blanket, which is odd because the Arcane wielder has not considered material items his since the death of his beloved. Even odder is the fact that the slick that is woven into the blanket evens his panicked breathing.

He twists around to gauge his surroundings. The Mage has been tucked into a nest, or really, the nest has been shaped around him. Quilts and cushions line the perimeter, snaking around his resting form, while the inner lining is composed of heavily scented sweaters, pillows, and…is that a sock?

The Mage ignores the itch in his gums. He does not wish to hold it in his mouth like a needy pup. Even if it is clean and fresh and made of sheep's wool.

Shifting his body reveals that a pillow has been tucked under his hips and between his legs. It is an old trick that used to ease the joint pain in his lower body in preparation for sitting and standing in the labs for hours. The Mage pretends the watering of his eyes are from the sun's harsh rays and not from the idea of someone knowing and taking care of him.

He buries his face into the pillow beneath his head. There, he realizes that the scent is familiar. Warm. Home.

All of his racing thoughts come to a halt. Of course. There is only two people who would do something so absurd as to kidnap an alternate version of an all-powerful warlock: Jayce, the fool, and himself.

The Mage is apprehensive. This is not his Jayce, and who knows how the other omega will react to his presence.

For all of his knowledge and suffering, he wonders— why had they taken him in the first place?

Sure, they provided a lovely home, one filled with whirring trinkets crammed into every nook and cranny. And sure, their scents do complement each other's nicely. Yes, each sniff fills his semi-melted brain with a shot of euphoria, similar to the night where he and Jayce first discovered Hextech. And, oh, the freshly baked bread with cinnamon butter sat within arm's reach is tempting—

They're courting him. Good gods, they're courting the Mage. How silly. Mere mortals, whose lives had just barely been spared by the Arcane, kidnapping him and lavishing him in courting gifts.

The Mage should return to his domain, maybe wipe any trace of himself from their memories while he's at it, so they do not try this stunt again. Yet, he finds himself nuzzling further into the fabrics with his mouth salivating at the thought of those soft, warm rolls. His omegan conscience has already made up its mind. Before they return, he will eat a roll— or six— and splay himself open for their enjoyment.

The Mage tries not to concern himself with unnecessary omegan activities…but if Viktor and Jayce are willing to share their nest with him, he might as well roll around in the soft blankets and fabrics to acquaint their scents in the proper fashion. He is a timeless being who has faced endless worlds of despair, but he has not forgotten the proper courting traditions.

Mossy, sweet florals rise into the air, joining his soon-to-be mates' scents like a lover reunited with their sailor at sea.

The omega holds his breath, afraid of what the combination may smell like now that he has decided to let himself go completely. The couple’s scent is exquisite. Handsome is the word he’d describe it as.

When he finally lets himself have air again, the Mage purrs, low and content. The scent is divine. There is no possible way he can live without this any longer.

He already feels spoiled by this new reality. The omega will never have to lift a finger, will he?

His captors. Rescuers? Lovers? His alpha and omega have wasted no time accommodating him. After all, this is a variation of Vikor's body. They have crafted a nest perfect for the three of them with throw pillows within reach to support their legs and hips. Tucked near their heads is the pungent blanket and one of his old robes. Beside the cloth, a piece of his Jayce's moss is tucked into the nest securely, without crushing its delicate form. These items are from his timeline, the Mage can tell. Just how they got their paws on it without him noticing, however—

“Omega!” Viktor trills.

A chirp wriggles its way from the Mage’s throat before he can protest. Response to his omega, a clear indicator of his safety and content state. How embarrassing.

The older man buries his face into their blanket again, hiding his reddened cheeks from their view. The smell is lovely. It lulls him into a false sense of security, only to have his face guided back to the light where his alpha and omega will surely disapprove of his awkward positioning in their nest.

“There you are,” Jayce rumbles. He strokes along the omega’s jaw, thumb smoothing out the stray hairs on his chin, as if he is a house cat pretending that affection is not his goal. In a way, it feels demeaning and— Oh. Yes, that feels very nice.

It is completely unfair how the alpha can turn the world’s most powerful Arcane wielder into a pile of omega mush with the swipe of his thumb. Pleased purrs erupt from his body, vibrating the nest at a low frequency, and yet, there is still a missing piece of him.

The Mage is not Viktor, has not been since the Arcane took root in his soul and twisted it into something not human. His existence is the remnants of a man with no one to remember him. There are no people in his world, only husks, shells of what once were broken children and poor, sick Zaunites and the privileged upper class of Piltover who attempted to frame themselves in indestructible gold until he filled their imperfections with the molten gold of his own selfishness. The Mage is not a man, can hardly be called an omega. He does not deserve that title, either, but it is the closest thing he can classify himself as. Really, the Mage is hardly a mage. The anomaly had abandoned him long ago, when his dream was complete, and there was nothing left for it to consume. Swirls of magic are intertwined with his soul, but the anomaly itself has no control over his thoughts, not anymore. Sometimes, he misses it like a lost limb. Other times it haunts him.

With a saddened chirp, the Mage calls for the other omega.

“Right here, fawn.”

Viktor rubs their cheeks together in greeting, plastering himself to his back and spreading their warm scent beyond the reaches of their (their!) blankets. The Mage's cheeks heat in response, holding warm pools of blood that sing to be closer to his mates.

He slips into his inner omega's encouragement and purrs loudly in response. The Mage's head is dizzy, getting dizzier as Jayce and Viktor scent both sides of his neck. They chuff at each other and coo at him when his head lulls.

Forget his Glorious Evolution. Having his omega and alpha lick into each other's mouths while mouthing at his scent glands is as close as he will ever get to a perfect life. His entire body tingles with unbridled affection and glee.

The Mage giggles when Jayce's nose smushes into Viktor's, causing the receiving omega to yelp and nip the alpha's nose in response. How silly his mates are.

Jayce's eyes crinkle in his attempt to stifle his smile. He growls playfully at his omegas and nips at the junction of their necks, drawing a long whine from Viktor and a wanton moan from the Mage.

The heat simmering under the Mage's skin rises to the surface in the form of a blush. Quite frankly, it should be embarrassing how touch-starved he is. Sensitive to any forms of intimacy as if he has never been touched gently in his life. Huh. It is very possible this is the first time he has received such blatant affection.

Back in his world, where his greatest failure kneels—a memorial for every life he has taken, every Jayce he has doomed—, the Mage has tried to bring him back. As if spreading his heat scent along calcified stone would break his alpha from the clutches of the Arcane. Or like his slick cunt would do anything more than bleed along Jayce's still-intact cock. Perhaps, it is better that his alpha has moved on from the Mage's old dimension. Maybe he will find peace with one of the Viktor's deprived from his Jayce's touch.

The warmth in the Mage's blood sings, calling for his mates to get impossibly closer to comfort him from his wandering thoughts. It is a beacon, guiding them to his shore.

"Are you in heat, pretty omega?" Jayce asks.

The alpha reluctantly pulls himself away from the Mage's neck, thumb stroking over his chapped lips. Said omega does not respond. He is hypnotized by the motion of Jayce's calloused digit.

This will be the first time his cycle is spent with a willing partner. His alpha is strong, muscular in his arms and legs and soft in his belly and chest. He is the perfect build for siring pups, could lift him up with one hand while he spears his cock—

"It seems like more than natural instinct alone," Viktor teases.

He removes the alpha's thumb from the omega's mouth and guides it to the Mage's pebbled nipples. Jayce spreads the wetness all along his tit. He presses and pinches, anything to get the omega to squirm, while Viktor claims the other breast with his mouth. The Mage thinks it a miracle that his omega's jaw does not unhinge in his efforts to milk his tit.

The mounds on his chest are small things, often hidden away by his robes. By a stroke of luck, or from his constant time traveling, the flesh there remains plump and smooth, sensitive beyond all means. The Mage is close already, is sure that he could spill over the edge with just a little more stimulation.

"Can't wait to get these full of milk for our pups," Jayce growls. He lets a glob of saliva fall from his mouth and onto the Mage's sticky breast. He rubs his scent—his alpha venom—over his areolas, his sternum. Jayce's spit-soaked fingers make their way into Viktor's mouth, playing with the omega's tongue until his slobber pools on the Mage's chest. "Me and our omega are going to milk you everyday until the baby comes. Would you like that, sweet fawn?"

"Yes, alpha," the Mage pleads. It comes naturally. Yes, that is alpha. Alpha will take care of us.

Jayce grins. His long, sharp fangs poke into his bottom lip, threatening to draw blood. He looks feral, wild, and so, so human with his desire. "Good."

The alpha withdraws his fingers from Viktor's mouth and uses the wetness to stroke himself. Slow and hard, gripping himself at the base. The Mage swallows thickly. How he wishes to worship the alpha's cock, make himself gag on it until Jayce's seed fills him with warmth.

"Go on," Jayce says. He nods his head at Viktor. "Show our blossom how excited you are for him to become fat and round with our litter."

Viktor wastes no time descending on the omega again. He slurps and suckles at his teet, as if there is already milk to be had. The Mage spends agonizing minutes thrashing and whining against his hold. He fists Viktor's hair, wanting to pull him away, but bringing him closer instead.

His cunt clenches around the empty air. The dam of pleasure threatens to burst from his core in powerful squirts. The Mage is so, so close, could cum from the attention alone.

When Viktor has finally had enough of coaxing the Mage's breast to its fullness, he claims the Mage's lips, kissing him filthily with his tongue. It is dirty, the way the other omega so boldly thrusts into his mouth like he owns him.

Maybe he does, already. The omega is quickly becoming addicted to the taste of Viktor. He suckles on his tongue, hoping it will bring his heat to the surface, too. What could be more wonderful than two omegas, bondmates, pack, in heat together? Their nest will be lovely. Filled with trinkets and hand-knit blankets and, best of all, cum. The Mage has never gone through the motions of intercourse with another living being, and he has never built a nest before. But he knows that their slick comes in an abundance. It will be enough to ward off any potential competition for the next millenia or so.

Imagining the saliva in his mouth as Viktor's squirt, the Mage cannot hold himself back any longer. He pushes the omega away, which should be punished by treason if Viktor's high keen is anything to go by, and urges him to slide down his body so he can sniff along the insides of the omega's linen pants.

A drop of slick through the fabric is all it takes for the Mage to fall head-first into his heat. It is here, once again, and this time, he has a feeling that he will be more than satisfied by the end of it.

----

“I need to cum in him,” Viktor whines. His omega is so beautiful beneath him, similar to one of those heavenly creatures Janna spoke of in old scriptures.

Granted, Viktor is not able to see the omega's face, but he is able to see his blossom's bare cunt. It flowers outwardly, folds curved like petals and framed with wiry, moss-like curls. His omega cock is roughly the same size as Viktor's, erect in all its glory. The Mage's pussy is different from his own, which is more of a puffy mound. Hm, all Viktor's cannot be the same, he supposes.

Jayce chuckles. He pets at the freshly-cut hairs along Viktor's nape, similar to how he enchanted their omega earlier.

Jayce pinches Viktor’s cock between his thumb and forefinger, ripping his pants to pathetic strips of cloth. His cock is almost fully eclipsed between his massive paws. “With this little thing? How is he supposed to get nice and full with our pups from your cocklet?"

Viktor scowls. His cock is very large for an omega. It spans two and a half inches! That is nearly a fifth of Jayce's length. His omega will surely be able to feel it. He'll crave it, even. It doesn't matter if Viktor is projecting!

It turns out, having another omega is a surefire way to win any argument against their alpha. The fawn bares his tiny fangs at Jayce and uses the opportunity to kiss Viktor's cock as a remedy for Jayce's insults. Their omega chirps, a bright sound, prompting Viktor to bare his fangs as well. It is so fun to play together.

"Careful," Jayce warns. His cock throbs against his fist, leaking precious fluid down his knuckles. "It would be awfully mean of me to leave my two omegas knotless and begging for cock."

Viktor means to sniff his nose as a challenge, but really, it comes out as a pitiful sniffle. What a cruel punishment, depriving not one, but two, omegas of their right to hang from their alpha's knot. The soft whine from his blossom does not sound any better.

Jayce maneuvers himself, so he is seated at the fawn's head. Peeking behind himself, Viktor sees him kiss the Mage once, twice, and a third time. He lingers on the last peck, surely to have a taste of the omega for himself.

If it were any other circumstance, Viktor would be jealous, absolutely heartbroken, at his alpha's attention towards another omega. But, this is their mate. Their missing piece. The oil to their cog machinery. So, the thoroughness at which Jayce licks into the fawn's mouth is more arousing than anything.

The poor thing is barely able to keep up. Saliva trickles down the side of his chin as Jayce ravages his mouth. Their fawn mewls at every swipe of Jayce's tongue, gripping onto the alpha's shoulders like a lifeline. His eyelids are half-closed, glazed over with heat and the knowledge that he is safe and well taken care of in their nest.

Viktor is nearly tempted to join them, but without warning, Jayce moves to suck at his cock, preventing him from moving. His legs buckle from the sudden rush of pleasure, and he collapses on their omega, who sounds all too content with the situation.

Together, his mates move in perfect harmony. While Jayce laps and suckles at Viktor's clit, their sweet omega takes the opportunity to drink his slick. The omega sticks his tongue in as far as it can go, and, like any good scientist, explores his cunt with an excruciatingly detailed probing.

"Oh, gods!" Viktor cries. His extensive vocabulary disappears from his mind.

Jayce has always been a master with his tongue, spending hours between Viktor's legs when the omega lets him, but this? This is an entirely different experience. The alpha swirls and sucks and flicks his tongue in Viktor's most sensitive areas, which, in turn, produces a flood of slick directly into the awaiting omega's mouth.

Their fawn doesn't have the proper technique for pussy eating yet. He gulps down Viktor's arousal by the mouthful, barely able to keep up with the pace Jayce sets. Even now, he emits little whines whenever a drop of slick misses his mouth. The sight is as endearing as it is sexy.

"Yeah?" Viktor asks his Mage. "Omega wants to get all my slick and cum in his greedy mouth, doesn't he? You're so desperate for it, just a hole waiting to be filled, aren't you?"

The omega nods frantically beneath him.

"You're such a good omega, my blossom. That's right, taste your omega's pussy. Have your fill, my heart."

Viktor cums like that. It washes over him, igniting all the cells in his body until they all blur into one, earth-shattering experience. His body is no longer of this realm. It belongs to Janna in her heavens, where the air is bright and crisp, and sunlight shines upon him eternally.

The merciful thing to do would be to let the omega recover. What really happens is that his greedy, cunt-loving alpha nudges their omega to his other hole while he sucks on the entirety of Viktor's front hole. Jayce's nose brushes against his cock, nuzzling against it.

Still riding out his high, Viktor yelps. That alpha! He's doing this on purpose, just to make the omega squirm.

"Wait! Not there, omega," Viktor pants. The fawn, little minx, ignores him in favor of licking at his taint. "It is uncouth of you to be— ah— licking me— alpha, I'm serious do not encourage him— there. Fuck!"

Viktor feels like a blushing maiden. His pure omega! The fawn's innocence is being ripped away in front of his very eyes. Jayce is a terrible influence.

"You taste good here, too," the precious omega purrs. "Like the most refined spiced honey and sunshine. You taste like joy."

Jayce momentarily stops his tirade on Viktor's pussy to hum in agreement. "Our blossom is right, my love." The dirty alpha drags his tongue through the mess of slick on the Mage's chin and cheeks to prove his point. "Delectable."

The Mage giggles and pulls Jayce down for a loud kiss before returning to the task at hand.

"You're a bad influence," Viktor hisses.

Jayce snorts. He pets Viktor's stomach as if that will calm him. "I'll believe it when you aren't drooling for omega cunt, V."

With that, the alpha buries his face into Viktor's cunt.

His mates are passionate, giving lovers, their tongues mapping out every inch of his holes with obscene slurps and sounds of pleasure. Sometimes, their tongues will find each other's against Viktor's sensitive perineum. It's a foreign feeling— having two wet, hot appendages lapping over the area between his cunt and his taint, but Viktor finds himself wailing in pleasure from it. It's almost better than having his holes eaten.

The teasing nips and sucks make him buck his hips, grinding himself deeper into their crude touches.

"C'mon, V. Don't be so greedy." Jayce motions to their omega's dripping cunt. "He's waiting for you, too, and I know my little slut is thirsty for it."

Viktor can't snap back at the alpha because it's true. He's been staring at the omega's shiny pussy lips for minutes, now, drool dripping into his wild bush. Time for his revenge.

He attacks his fawn's cunt, teeth first. He nips little bruises all along his labia and thighs, while using this thumb to rub at his omega's cock. The Mage gasps against Viktor's ass but doesn't relent. In retaliation, he swirls two of his fingers against Viktor's asshole, dipping the tips in to tease him, but never fully inserting them.

Two can play at that game.

Viktor uses what he's learned from Jayce on his fawn. He fills his mouth with omega cock, and it's perfect. It weighs heavy on his tongue, is the perfect size and girth to fill his mouth. Viktor could sit for hours sucking and licking at his omega's cock.

He scrapes his teeth along the underside, and plunges three fingers into his pussy, curling them against the sensitive nerves with a practiced ease.

It's a cheap shot, but it's effective. His fawn wails and gushes through an orgasm.

If Viktor were kinder, he would give the omega time to recoup. Unfortunately, spending time with Jayce has given him a bit of a sadistic streak.

"Again. You can give me another one, omega," Viktor demands.

He understands, now, why Jayce can spend hours upon hours playing with his cunt. Their omega's mewling is mesmerizing, the crescendo to a melody that will never leave his head. It gives him the energy to balance on his left leg, lifting himself up ever so slightly.

He curls his fingers against the same spot over and over again as his fawn thrashes beneath him like caught prey.

The Mage pants against Viktor's puckered hole. The most he can do is give kitten licks as he falls apart on Viktor's hands. "Close," he whines.

Viktor thrusts his fingers harder, faster. His mouth drops open on instinct, tongue lolling out to collect his incoming treat.

His omega moans and keens through his second orgasm. Streams of cum and piss land in Viktor's mouth, tangy and musky, while the rest pools in the sheets. "So good, so fucking good for me, omega." Viktor kisses the tip of his omega's cock in praise.

"One more for Viktor, too, blossom," Jayce encourages.

He shoves three of his fingers into Viktor's cunt, which is totally not fair. The alpha's fingers are twice the size of his and he has the advantage of knowing where Viktor's G-spot resides.

"Yes, alpha," their omega says sweetly before coming to his full succubus potential and prodding three of his own fingers into Viktor's ass.

Viktor collapses once again. This time, he slides himself down to their knuckles, nearly screaming in ecstasy. They finger him without mercy, begging for his cum with open mouths and dilated pupils. Their digits rub against each other through his thin walls, and Viktor disintegrates into tiny particles, never to be found again.

"Please," Viktor sobs. "Please fuck my sloppy, omega holes open."

"C'mon, baby. I know you can do it. Cum for us, baby. Piss on us. Mark us as your alpha and omega," Jayce babbles.

In the midst of his heat, the Mage begs, "Please, omega. I want your pussy juice. Your fawn needs you to cum. Please, please, please."

Just like his blossom had, Viktor squirts all over their faces. They drink his cum and piss until he's dry again, face down in the soaked sheets between his omega's legs. With the Mage's heat stamina, he's able to flutter around Viktor until they're cuddling side by side in their shared bodily fluids.

It takes a long moment before Viktor's brain re-activates. When he comes to, he's purring, a loud and choppy sound, nuzzling noses with his omega.

"Hi." His fawn smiles at him, all crooked teeth and fangs.

"Hello, my blossom," Viktor chuffs. Wait, where is—

"Here, my love." Jayce sits at their feet, admiring them with shining eyes and a leaking cock.

"Our alpha." Viktor beckons him closer, peppering kisses along his cheeks and broad shoulder as he hovers over them. He feels their omega do the same on his other side. "Treating us so well, making sure we're taken care of, first."

"Yes," the Mage agrees. "Good, alpha."

Rumbles explode from Jayce's throat and chest. If it is one thing he loves, it is genuine praise.

"Do you know what would make him the best alpha?" Viktor asks.

Jayce's eyes narrow, and Viktor can tell he is attempting to fight against his instincts to think about what mischief the omega is bound to cause.

"If he would use his hard, thick cock to fuck the heat out of my omega." He fists Jayce's cock, spreading the fluid from his tip down his shaft to lubricate it. It is more for Viktor's pleasure as there is more than enough slick fluids to go around if need be.

With his other hand, the omega frames his fawn's pussy in an upside down "V" shape, spreading the lips farther apart. "C'mon, alpha. His pretty hole is clenching for you. You wouldn't leave him like this, would you?"

Jayce lunges towards their Mage with a roar. Slowly, he pumps his cock into the omega's cunt, pushing two inches in, one out, and repeating the process until their hips touch.

The Mage has gone nonverbal. Despite having gone through a whirlwind of events and emotions within the last few hours, he looks…at peace.

"How does he feel?" Viktor asks.

"Tight," Jayce grits. His stomach clenches, and from the sight of his half-swollen knot, Viktor knows his alpha is trying to stave off his orgasm. "Wet. Hot. He's clenching around me like he's trying to milk me. Oh my fucking gods," Jayce sobs.

His hips buck forward, jolting their omega deeper into the cushions, as if he could meld himself into the Mage's skin.

"What a good omega," Viktor praises. He kisses along the side of their fawn's neck and rolls his puffy nipples between his fingers.

"'M good?" The Mage slurs. He lifts up his head to stare at the place where he and Jayce are connected.

"So good, the best omega we'll ever have." Jayce gasps, eyes rolling to the back of his head momentarily as he begins his shallow thrusts. Their omega falls back into the plush comfort of their nest, unable to do anything besides take their alpha's cock. "Fuck, I forgot how much I love heat pussy."

"The only omega we'll ever have," Viktor corrects. "Faster, alpha. He needs your knot."

Jayce obeys, pistoning his hips into the omega. Viktor watches, mesmerized, as the omega's stomach distends every time Jayce thrusts forward. He can't help himself from pressing down against the bulge, bullying Jayce's cock through the layer of flesh.

His omega shrieks at the pressure, moaning oh, oh, oh's into the nest.

"I'm gonna get you pregnant," Jayce mumbles. In his delirious state, Viktor knows all he can do is fuck and breed until their omega is filled with pups. "After this, I'll chain you to our fucking bedroom. You won't have to lift a finger for the rest of your life. Just take this fat cock like the knotsleeve you are and raise our pups."

"Isn't he big, omega?" Viktor asks. "Alpha's going to pup you from his first knot, yes?"

The fawn nods. His mouth falls open, lewd sounds escaping each time their hips slap together.

Viktor takes the opportunity to feed their omega his fingers. He presses down on his tongue, shoving them back as far as they'll go. The Mage doesn't gag, accepts the digits like a good cumslut.

Viktor can't wait to teach him how to have his throat fucked. He'll braid the omega's hair with wildflowers and make him the prettiest thing to walk Runeterra, and then he'll use his hair as a way to control his pace on Jayce's cock, teasing him by shoving most of Jayce's length down his throat and then only letting him have the first few inches. His fawn will be begging for their alpha's cock everyday.

"Are you going to make him pregnant, alpha?" Viktor takes his sticky fingers and rubs at the omega's cock in tight circles. He can hear the slick trickling out of his own hole at the site. His omega is gorgeous when he's cock drunk. "Give him our first litter of pups?"

"Yes!" Jayce snarls. He drops forward, burying himself in one side of the Mage's neck. "You're going to be so pretty with a round belly. I'm going to make you sweetmilk everyday and then fuck you until your cunt can't take it anymore. Spoiled— fuck— you're gonna be so spoiled, baby. Alpha's going to treat you like a king for the rest of his life."

"He's almost there," Viktor sings. He nuzzles at the other side of his omega's neck, fangs descending, ready to mark this wolf as his, forever.

"Yes, oh gods, oh fuck. I'm cumming in this tight fucking pussy. This is my pussy, our fucking pussy. Take my knot. Yes, yes, yes," Jayce chants. He cums with a growl that echoes through their home.

When Viktor smells the metallic tang of blood in the air, he sinks his teeth into the Mage's neck. The bond snaps into place, and all three of them keen and howl and mewl. Two omegas and an alpha. Soulmates, bondmates, pack.

----

The moment they come back to their bodies, the Mage panics. His fear of abandonment seizes him by the scruff.

“Please,” the Mage—blossom, fawn, he hears in his mind—begs. “Do not leave me. I cannot bear the isolation any longer. I promise I will be a good omega.”

“My blossom, I fear you are bound to us by Janna herself for all eternity," Viktor says.

"There is no force, man or Arcane, that could come between us," Jayce huffs.

The Mage untenses a fraction at their declarations. As someone who has dealt with the Arcane for centuries, he is doubtful at Jayce's words, but he appreciates the effort nonetheless.

“You will have me?”

Jayce’s pupils fatten. The darkness in his eyes threatens to expand beyond his irises and overcome his entire being. Oh, horny dog.

“We will. We have already.” Viktor rubs around the area where he and Jayce are connected, further stimulating the knot. If he continues to tease them like this, Jayce is sure to— Oh. The Mage— fawn, he thinks of himself— feels another load make its way into his womb, where his cunt encourages the alpha to release more inside of him.

Heat crawls along the omega’s neck. “Is it too soon to consummate our bond once more?”

He guides Viktor forward, nosing at his thigh. He snuffles at the area and doesn't mind it at all when slick and sweat smear into his skin. His omega leaks so well for them. He wishes to feel the slide of their cocks together while taking Jayce's knot. Yes, that will be a treat.

Obviously, Viktor is agreeable to another round, and the fawn's heat threatens to flare in response, urging his mate to fall into his instincts with him. Come, omega. It feels so good to succumb to your inner self. When alpha tires of knotting our wet cunts, I will make sure you are well taken care of.

The fawn communicates his pleading across their bond (their bond!), enticing the other wolf to come out to play. They will like each other in heat, will crave nothing more than the wet slide of their cunts against each other while their alpha fucks load after load into them.

“Naughty thing,” Jayce chides. Yet, he does not stop Viktor from straddling their omega’s face.

“Eat me well, little fawn,” Viktor purrs, lowering his slick-coated pussy onto the Mage’s awaiting tongue. Cinnamon and cream coat his tastebuds. Such a treat for the Mage, who craves sweet treats with a staggering ferocity. It has been many decades since he has been able to indulge in such pleasures. You will have to rip Viktor from the omega’s cold, dead hands before he voluntarily deprives himself of Viktor’s cum.

Viktor uses the muscle to chase after his own pleasure, never letting up the pressure while he rolls his hips.

Slick coats the Mage’s beard, his chin, his cheeks. He is drowning in arousal, proof that he is desired in his old age. The only thing that could make this moment better is—

Jayce’s knot deflates to half its original size, which in proportionality to the man himself, is still a tight squeeze. But the moment he has leeway, Jayce begins rutting into the omega again. Easing the knot out of his hole takes a bit of time as it’s met with a vice grip, the resistance enough to make Jayce grit his teeth.

Obscene slurps and squelches fill their den. The omega is being used as a sex toy: a hot, suctioned mouth for his omega and a fluttering knotsleeve for his alpha. They could keep him in chains and bindings and only remove them to chase their pleasure, and the Mage would not fight against it.

Viktor cums first, squirting into the Mage's mouth. The sheer amount of liquid is almost enough to make him choke, but he has never been a quitter, so he guzzles it down with large gulps until his omega stills above him.

"That was so hot," Jayce groans. He shoves his half-swollen knot into the Mage's cunt. He's fucking him with his knot. The omega is lucky they are mated for life. He does not think his pussy could ever go back to its normal size after their coupling.

"Wait," the fawn whines. His mates' attentions snap to him. Oh, that's nice. "Want to feel your cock against mine while alpha fucks another litter into me."

"I will do anything for you," Viktor promises.

He pecks the omega's lips between each syllable, scooting himself downwards until the tips of their cocks slide against each other.

It turns out, the Mage was wrong. This is the closest he'll get to Glorious Evolution. He has ascended beyond the mortal plane into godhood. In fact, they have all ascended into godhood. If gods existed, one is frotting against him as he whines into his mouth and the other is fucking his pussy into a gaping mess with his bulbous knot.

The three of them move against each other wordlessly. Their feelings are too much, consuming each other's mind in the bond and beyond.

Cum sloshes around them and out of the Mage's cunt. It's a bit disgusting, but there is no place the omega would rather be. They cum together. Unhurried and with plenty of kisses.

The three of them are barely settled into a comfortable tangle of limbs and aching legs when Viktor shoots up from the puppy pile.

"Oh, fiddlesticks," Viktor says. The Mage recognizes the glaze threatening to overtake his irises. Trills fill the air in glee. His omega is finally coming to play! "It seems like I will be going into heat very shortly. Prepare your knot, my Jayce."

The alpha's heart rate spikes. The omega does not need to use the bond to tell. He can hear it all the way through Viktor and from the way his knot jumps in excitement. "I am always ready."

"I cannot wait to see your lovely face as you take Alpha's cum," the Mage pants. "We're going to milk him dry—"

"Um—" Jayce tries.

"—and give him so many pups," Viktor finishes.

Maybe, I can get used to these earthly pleasures, the Mage thinks to himself. Yes, he can, indeed.