The Dignity of the Omega

#23

Damiel undressed Enrique and then removed his own clothes. Seeing Damiel’s perfect nude body with its firm, muscular physique, the thin thread of reason Enrique had been barely maintaining snapped with a ping.

Soon, their naked bodies were entwined like mating snakes. Enrique surrendered his whole body to sensations that were utterly unfamiliar yet intensely passionate.

It was impossible to tell how much time had passed. The concept of time had completely vanished from his mind. Occasionally, he would regain his senses, but only for a brief moment before being buried in another self again.

Sometimes he would wake up after sleeping sweetly with a languid body. At those times, he could always see Damiel. He would be lying beside Enrique, also asleep, or sometimes watching Enrique wake up with gentle eyes. But such moments were always brief, as they would quickly become entangled again when their eyes met.

His memories were sparse, hazy, and unclear.

The scenes that did come to mind were consistently wild and intensely erotic. No obscene novel he had read with his friends could compare to their acts.

As far as Enrique could remember, Damiel was gentle, attentive, and considerate at every moment. At the same time, he was extremely skillful and unbelievably sensual.

He melted Enrique’s body, for whom everything was a first, with gentle care. When they engaged in more intense activities, Enrique could feel nothing but pleasure, especially not pain or discomfort. Damiel gradually escalated their activities, and Enrique just greedily devoured the ecstasy and intense pleasure Damiel gave him.

As they coupled more and more, their acts became increasingly intimate and erotic. Damiel used all sorts of techniques and methods to bring Enrique to climax. Enrique moaned and cried out in ecstasy without pause. Due to these new sensations and experiences, Enrique’s body became completely steeped in bliss and intense pleasure.

After an unknown amount of time had passed, he woke up at some point. The moment he opened his eyes, Enrique instinctively knew. Finally, the heat cycle had ended.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Damiel’s face, asleep and turned towards him. Was it because of the intimate and secret act of deeply entwining their bodies? The presence of Damiel lying right next to him didn’t feel bothersome.

He was just quietly catching his breath, but Damiel, sensing his movement, slowly opened his eyes. As their gazes met, Damiel’s eyes curved gently. Enrique could tell that even as Damiel smiled softly, he was carefully assessing Enrique’s condition.

“Are you feeling alright?” Damiel asked quietly, his voice slightly hoarse and rough. Judging by his demeanor, he seemed to have realized that Enrique’s heat cycle had ended.

Enrique nodded silently. Damiel smiled slightly, as if relieved.

Enrique opened his mouth to say a word of thanks to Damiel for his hard work, but his voice wouldn’t come out easily. His brow furrowed involuntarily. Seeing this, Damiel raised his upper body and pulled the sheet up, carefully covering Enrique up to his neck.

“Your voice probably won’t come out well. Even if it does, your throat will be very hoarse. You’ll likely feel weak and languid, so just lie down. I’ll call for a servant.”

Damiel’s words were true. Enrique realized he didn’t have the strength left to even move a finger. Disliking exertion, Enrique chose to remain sprawled out instead of forcing himself to move, and just blinked his eyes.

Damiel, who was about to get up from the bed, paused for a moment and leaned his upper body towards Enrique. Then he placed a respectful and gentle kiss on Enrique’s forehead. He then whispered:

“Whenever you call for me, I’ll be happy to come running.”

After whispering these words promising a next time, Damiel soon rose from the bed. Enrique surveyed Damiel’s muscular naked body with half-closed eyes. His perfectly toned physique exuded beautiful masculinity.

Feeling Enrique’s gaze, Damiel gave him a smile with his eyes. There was a strange sensuality in his eyes. Enrique inwardly marveled at the large member hanging between Damiel’s legs. He felt impressive for having been able to receive such an object from behind and still feel pleasure.

Damiel moved slowly, as if giving Enrique time to appreciate his body. Enrique took the opportunity as Damiel intended, admiring the movements of his body as he slowly walked to pick up his clothes from the floor and put them on one by one. Each of his languid movements exuded a strange drowsiness. Perhaps the languor Damiel was emitting came from the same reason as the languor Enrique was feeling.

After putting on all his clothes and tidying his appearance, Damiel approached the bedside and took Enrique’s hand. He placed a deep kiss on the back of Enrique’s hand before returning it to its place.

“I’ll call for a servant. Rest comfortably.”

After giving a light bow, he met Enrique’s eyes deeply one last time before turning and disappearing out of the bedroom. Left alone in the bedroom, Enrique let out a languid, deep sigh. He could still feel the lingering afterglow of intense pleasure faintly drifting through his body.

“Your Highness!”

The bedroom door opened and Pol rushed in. Reaching the bedside in one breath, Pol’s eyes reddened as he saw Enrique lying face down, only able to move his eyes to look at him.

“Are… are you alright?”

Enrique tried to say something but closed his mouth again. Not only was his voice not coming out well, but honestly, he didn’t have the strength to speak. Seeing this, Pol wore a deeply worried expression, not knowing what to do.

“You were locked up in the room for four days, I was really worried. Count Persi has really gone too far. To leave you unable to move like this…”

“…Four days?”

Enrique asked in a very hoarse voice. Pol was startled by the sound.

“Your voice…”

Pol couldn’t finish his sentence. It was easy to guess why Enrique’s voice was gone.

“I’ll call for a doctor right away. I should ask them to check if there’s been any strain on your body, or if you’re hurting anywhere.”

Pol said rapidly, about to turn away.

“Pol.”

Enrique barely managed to call out to Pol with his deeply hoarse voice.

“Yes, Your Highness. Are you in pain somewhere? Is there any discomfort? Do you need anything?”

Pol fired off questions. Enrique frowned for a moment before forcing out his voice.

“…Water. Bath. Food. Cleaning.”

After stating what he wanted clearly, Pol nodded fervently.

“Yes, yes. I’ll arrange everything right away!”

Pol rushed to the bedroom door to call for servants. Enrique lay face down on the bed, taking languid breaths while waiting for the servants to arrive. In the midst of this, something shiny caught his eye. It was a ring gleaming brightly on his finger.

“…Anture…”

Enrique immediately gritted his teeth at the thought that suddenly occurred to him. Because of the sudden onset of his heat, he had completely forgotten to summon that guy and give him a beating.

Thinking that this damned ring had been on his finger throughout all the lewd acts with Damiel made him feel utterly disgusted. It was as if Anture had been subtly present between them, rather than it being just the two of them.

Just you wait, you bastard. After I’ve washed up properly and eaten my fill, I’m going to utterly destroy you.

Enrique promised himself again and again.

*

The servants’ touch was even more careful and gentle than usual. They were handling Enrique as if he were a fragile glass bottle that might break if touched wrongly. The overly cautious handling was rather irritating, but Enrique had no choice but to endure it. He had no strength left to express his annoyance.

Soaking in warm water after being thoroughly cleaned felt like heaven. His body felt not just languid, but melted to the bone. Although there was no strength in his body, it didn’t feel unpleasant or powerless. Rather, it was like the pleasant exhaustion that comes after releasing everything.

Enrique finished his bath and meal with the attentive care of the servants. By then, the bedroom had been restored to perfect condition. Enrique leaned back on the bed, taking languid breaths. He had never felt such a pleasant languor before.

“How about having some snacks? You haven’t eaten properly for four days, so you should eat diligently,” Pol said, holding out a plate of snacks sized perfectly to pop into one’s mouth. Then, perceptively, he picked up the snack Enrique’s eyes had landed on and popped it into his mouth.

“To think I did nothing but that for four days… I’m impressive, but so is Damiel. I guess Betas have that kind of stamina and energy too?”

Enrique said while chewing on the snack. Pol’s cheeks slightly reddened at the explicit remark.

“Doing… that for four days straight would be difficult for ordinary people, wouldn’t it? That’s probably why Count Persi was specially chosen.”

“So you’re saying you couldn’t do it for four days either?”

When Enrique asked, Pol’s face finally turned bright red.

“Four days? Most people couldn’t even do it for one day. I’m just an ordinary human, you know.”

Pol protested. Enrique’s curiosity about the reproductive activities of Betas, which were completely different from Alphas or Omegas, heightened, but out of consideration for Pol’s dignity, he refrained from asking more.