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Francis growled with desire as he straddled Dr. Chilton’s ass and pinned him to the mattress, holding him forcefully in the prone position. The Alpha’s fingernails dug into the psychiatrist’s skin, not yet daring to break it.
“P-Please…” Frederick’s eyes streamed with tears. “Don’t hurt me, I’m not– I’m not the one who said any of those– those things! It wasn’t me, it wasn’t– it wasn’t me. Please don’t hurt me; it– it wasn’t me, I swear.”
The Alpha pressed his mouth against the Omega’s ear, holding back all of the Omega’s attempts to fight him. “Then whom?” This was The Dragon speaking, and he drove his words into Chilton’s ear like a nail.
“It wa– it was W-Will G-G–” Chilton stumbled over the syllables, overpowered by the Alpha’s smoky scent.
The Dragon threaded his fingers through Dr. Chilton’s hair, grasped it in his fist, and snapped the Omega’s head back to stare upside-down at him. “Speak,” The Dragon commanded in his Alpha voice.
Dr. Chilton’s mouth loosened at once. “Will Graham! He said everything, he… he changed my words! It was a whole thing, with– with Freddie Lounds! I was…” Chilton took deep breaths and tried to calm himself. “...I was just being consulted as a psychiatrist, I wasn’t–”
“Shut up!”
With his face thrust back into the pillow, Frederick accepted that he would not — could not — change Dolarhyde’s mind. There was no chance of convincing The Dragon to spare Frederick, not without undergoing extreme torture. I don’t even have a family, he thought to himself, I’m just that unlucky.
The Dragon slithered behind him and began squeezing his arms. With every bit of pressure, Dolarhyde’s jagged fingernails dug deeper and deeper into Dr. Chilton’s skin. “Your photo with Will Graham…”
“...was a promotional shot!” Dr. Chilton whined. “It was just… something to put on a book, or– or a website. Just… networking, you know?” He laughed nervously as he talked, not sure what point he was trying to make.
Francis could smell the truth in the Omega’s words. The Dragon commanded his body to press his bare hips against Chilton’s clothed ass, releasing his arousal pheromones. Francis, caught off-guard, tightened his grip on Chilton. “I’m s-sorry,” Dolarhyde whispered, “I’m not the one…” he shuddered as his cock slid against the fabric of the older man’s underwear. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”
Chilton panicked. “You’re fucking me?” He squirmed and tightened against The Dragon, which only brought him more restriction. “You’re going to… to fuck me? Do you have to? You don’t have to, really. It– It wasn’t my fault! None of it was!”
The Dragon growled in the Omega’s ear. “If the fault isn’t yours, you won’t take the fall. However…”
Frederick’s underwear was stripped from his body, revealing the mess of slick that had been pooling around his hole since the Alpha pinned him to the bed and flooded his senses with all the smells and tastes and sensations of being around an Alpha in rut.
“...a message must be sent.” The Dragon thrust the tip of his long, thick cock into Dr. Chilton’s hole, both coated with so much slick that the only discomfort came from Chilton’s stretched flesh.
He cried out in both pain and pleasure, begging Francis to be gentle. He’d had sex before, but only with Betas and other Omegas. Of course, Dr. Chilton also had toys, and he used them on himself during every heat cycle, but he had never taken a real Alpha’s cock. Before any of the movement could begin, Frederick already felt worn-out, powerless, and completely dominated. He went limp underneath The Dragon’s hips. The two stalled, waiting, breathing, as both of their bodies adjusted to the new sensations.
Francis whispered a string of apologies against the shell of Chilton’s ear as tears fell silently down his face. “It’s not me,” he promised, “It’s Him; it’s not me.”
The Dragon pulled his hips back slowly, then began thrusting his cock into Chilton’s hole. He slammed his hips against the curve of Chilton’s ass, making the doctor whimper and cry out underneath him.
Chilton’s body was on fire, unable to keep up with the Alpha’s quickening movements. He buried his face in the pillow and sobbed. “Slow down, p-please… please, slow down.”
“You will take this message to Will Graham,” The Dragon growled, “And he will know that you have seen me.” The Dragon gripped Frederick’s sides and gave his body hell, refusing to relent or increase the comfort. “He will know my dedication.”
Dr. Chilton felt like a trapped animal as his insides got rearranged by a serial killer for the second time. “Fuck, oh, fuck.” He tried to make it feel good; by finding the small inch of reward in every moment of pain, the Omega had been able to recover from most of his injuries with relative ease. It turned him into a masochist, of course, but it wasn’t the worst way to cope. “Fuck, Alpha.”
The Dragon’s heat continued to pound against the psychiatrist’s prostate, making him whimper and spew curses into Francis’ pillow. Meanwhile, Francis kept whispering his apologies. “I’m sorry. It’s not my choice. It has to happen. It’s The Dragon’s will. You’ll be fine.”
Chilton didn’t want Francis/The Dragon to claim any satisfaction from hurting him, so he replaced his screams with moans and even moved his hips in accordance with The Dragon’s thrusts. He’d been able to turn pain into pleasure in the past, and the habit was easy to fall into.
The Dragon grew impatient with the psychiatrist’s apparent enjoyment of the assault, so he dug his fingers into the Omega’s back, which earned another whine of both pain and pleasure. The scent of Frederick’s arousal was thick, almost suffocating. “Fuck, yes, fuck me. Fuck me.” Chilton was sobbing into the pillow, and he nearly screamed when The Dragon began to drag his claws down Frederick’s back. The skin ripped in parts, filling little red beads with blood.
“You will be conquered,” The Dragon roared, “You will be changed.” His hips began to stutter. “And you will be a message to Will Graham.”
At that moment, Dr. Chilton could feel the hot, swelled top of the Alpha’s knot.
Oh God, it’s huge.
Francis’ voice crawled back into Frederick’s ear. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, “but this is The Dragon’s command.”
In a burning flash, Chilton felt two types of pain: compression and expansion. Francis Dolarhyde’s jagged teeth pierced his shoulder, sending torrents of euphoria through the poor Omega’s body. Simultaneously, The Dragon thrust his knot into the tight, warm space of Frederick’s hole, locking the two against each other in a tight embrace. Francis felt The Dragon’s wings unfurl and envelope the Omega — his Omega — but all Francis could do was wrap his arms around the psychiatrist and continue his apologies.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
He didn’t mean to mate Frederick. He didn’t even want to mate Frederick. Dolarhyde wasn’t sure if he wanted a mate at all, but the iron-fisted will of The Dragon had conquered him once again.
Frederick’s head was swimming. He had been so wrapped up in the orgasmic rush of pheromones, he could barely focus on the thick, hot stream of his new Alpha’s seed inside of him. He moaned helplessly, shuddering at every touch. His hand reached backward to feel the side of Dolarhyde’s face, desperate for as much contact as possible with his Alpha.
The Dragon’s knot pulsed inside him as Francis pressed apologetic kisses into Frederick’s shoulder, wetting his skin with a desperate mixture of tears and saliva. “Forgive me,” he murmured.
The sweat of Dolarhyde’s chest burned against the scratches on the Omega’s back, but it didn’t hurt nearly as much as Frederick’s stretched flesh, which began to ache and pulse as the euphoria of the Omega’s orgasm dissipated. “Hold me,” he whimpered. “Hold me, please.”
His voice was too meek; Francis could barely resist. He began to shift their bodies into a more comfortable position, but The Dragon’s voice came alive in his head.
“You have been weakened by the mating process,” The Dragon spat, “for this Omega is not your lover. He is the product of Our power, and above all, he is a message.”
Francis shuddered and whined as he spooned Frederick on the bed, holding tight to his new Omega’s body. The scent of bondage hung in the air, but it wouldn’t last. The Great Red Dragon would never let Francis keep Dr. Chilton past these moments, and even though He didn’t say anything, it was clear that He would only allow Francis to hold his mate when they were bonded by the Alpha’s knot.
“I want… to keep you,” Francis wept against Frederick’s dark red mating mark. “I feel p-p-p… I-I feel p-protective… of you.”
Frederick would never hear the words. He had already fallen asleep, overwhelmed by the euphoria and pain of the knot. However, by the time he woke up in Will Graham’s office, marked and bruised, the ache of separation had already begun to manifest.