Page 15 of Red River (Eden’s Omegaverse #4)

When I walked back into the living room, all the boys were still sitting there, deep in discussion. Clearly, the news that we were True Mates had caused quite a stir—and understandably so.

Oliver was downstairs in the laundry room, so I couldn’t loop him into the conversation just yet.

"There's one more thing you guys need to know," I said, narrowing my eyes slightly.

All heads turned toward me.

"Your dad and I are going to be unavailable for a few days. We’ll be locking ourselves in our room together. It’s an adult omega and alpha matter."

Igor and Van exchanged knowing looks, making a few exaggerated expressions. Yeah, they definitely guessed what I was talking about, so I glanced at Aiden and Lake, who didn’t seem to be following.

"When an alpha and an omega are adults, sometimes they need to spend a few days alone together—" I started.

Aiden immediately made a face. "Okay, got it. You’re talking about a heat. That’s how new babies happen."

Lake blinked a few times. "So… when we see you again in four days or so, there’ll be a new baby in the house?"

The others burst out laughing, but I shot them a look that shut them up instantly.

"Pregnancy lasts nine months," I explained to Lake, smiling softly. "But yes, there will be a new baby growing in your dad’s belly. Your tiny brother."

Lake made a serious face, raising a finger. "Ohhh, okay. I get it now. The kids at school were joking about this, but I didn’t laugh, ‘cause I think it’s really interesting. I want to have kids someday too. At least ten!"

I held back a smile and nodded solemnly. "That’s a great plan. When the time comes, you’ll have your own family. But for now, I’ve got a schedule for you guys while we’re gone."

Turning to Igor, I put on a more serious expression. "Igor, I’m putting you in charge. You’ll be my sergeant."

The other boys stared at me in shock, like I’d just picked a clown for a general.

I gave Igor a pointed look. "Yes, Igor is the oldest now. It’s time for him to start learning how to be a steady leader. It’s his responsibility to make sure everyone stays on top of their duties. Oliver will handle your schoolwork, meals, and rides, but when it comes to training—there’s no slacking off. My absence is not a vacation."

The boys stared at me with great attention.

"Every afternoon, you’ll make sure everyone completes their exercises—running, push-ups, sit-ups, obstacle courses. At least an hour of activity. Swimming is fine, but only under Oliver’s supervision."

Then I turned to Van, who was absentmindedly scratching his left gland, which caught my attention.

"And one more thing, Igor. You’ve got a new task. You’ll start training Muay Thai with Van."

Silence fell over the room. Van’s dark blue eyes widened with something that looked like unexpected hope… and maybe even excitement.

But… Igor’s eyes clouded over with irritation. "What? Why me?" he muttered. "I’m still learning myself. And besides, does a beta even need training?" He made a face.

Van huffed angrily. "Would you stop calling me a beta? You guys keep forcing it on me like it’s already decided!" There was a sharp, almost desperate edge to his voice.

Igor scoffed. "Father always said you’d be a beta—"

I raised a hand, cutting him off. Igor clamped his mouth shut immediately and glanced at me. "Van, come here for a sec."

Van jumped up right away and stood in front of me. He looked slim and delicate compared to me—but I knew better. Some things just needed more time.

"Turn around," I instructed. He did so without hesitation.

I placed a hand on his shoulder, slightly pulling back his T-shirt. The boys were all watching with bated breath.

Then, I pressed my fingers against the spot where I could feel Van’s small gland beneath his skin. "Agh! Ow!" Van yelped, jerking away in surprise and staring at me, wide-eyed, but I just shrugged.

"There’s a little trick to this," I explained. "About six months before the glands start to wake up, they become sensitive for a while. But they only hurt if pressed firmly. Most people don’t even know it works like this. In adults, pressing on the glands no longer causes pain; in fact, they can even be bitten during neck marking."

The boys exchanged uncertain looks, still trying to figure out where I was going with this.

Only Igor frowned. "Wait… so what does it mean if his glands are sensitive?"

"For betas, those glands never develop enough to be sensitive to pain when pressed firmly. If you press on them, they might feel a bit uncomfortable, but they won’t hurt. That’s why I had to do it that way—so that you’d feel it, Van. And that proves my point."

Van nodded quickly and grinned. "Okay, I forgive you."

Aiden tilted his head. "But… doesn’t that mean Van could also be an omega?"

"Good thinking. Yes, it means Van could be either an omega or an alpha. We won’t know for sure yet, but in about six months, things will start to become clear."

Igor suddenly burst out laughing. "Seriously?! I never thought about that! An omega! You’re gonna be an omega!" He looked like he wanted to double over laughing, but I shot him a sharp look, shutting him up again.

"Igor, this doesn’t change anything—except that you need to stop calling him a beta," I said firmly. "And for the record… there’s nothing wrong with being a beta. The man who owned this house before me, the money in my bank account? That all came from my uncle—a brilliant scientist and businessman… a beta."

Igor gaped. I leveled a stare at him.

"So, starting now, we’re done with the gender shaming. I don’t want to hear it again."

"I don’t… shame him."

"There will be no criticizing things we have no control over in this house. You didn’t choose to be an alpha, and neither did I. Laughing at things like that is just immature."

Igor studied me for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"You’re right, I’m sorry. It’s just… our father always said betas are just our helpers, that they stay in the background, that they’re not important."

I took a deep breath. Challenging Thomas’s views was another thing I had to work through. And it wasn’t easy ground to stand on. The kids were watching me uncertainly.

"Your father was wrong."

That landed. Igor sucked in a quiet gasp, like he’d just been hit with something heavy.

"I can see from your faces that you don’t like what I’m saying, but it’s the truth. Without betas, our society wouldn’t survive. They keep civilization running—innovation, infrastructure, everything. They’re essential. My uncle made more money than my father and his brother combined, and they were both alphas. It was their beta brother who built a successful career and financial stability. So keep that in mind. Now, with your dad and me out of the picture for a while, Oliver will be the one making your meals, driving you to school, and keeping track of your homework. Tell me again that his role isn’t important."

Igor lowered his head. "You’re right… It’s just… dumb stuff I say sometimes. But honestly, I don’t really believe it."

"That’s fine, Igor. I get it. Parents’ opinions matter a lot, and that’s a good thing. But… it’s also important to keep an open mind and think for yourself. Form your own opinions, reason things out. Especially since, in less than three years, you’ll legally be an adult."

Van had been watching me closely, and then he spoke up.

"Well, I’ll tell you what I think. I want to train too! Whether I’m an alpha or an omega, it doesn’t matter. Ever since you started taking him to training, I wanted to join you two."

Since I had noticed his curious glances before, it didn't come as a surprise to me.

"No one’s excluded from martial arts training." I turned to Igor. "If any of your brothers want to train, you’ll show them all the basics you’ve learned from me—proper stance, how to throw a punch, and some of the philosophy behind it all."

Igor nodded solemnly.

"For the next few days, you’ll be teaching them the fundamentals. And when I get back, we’ll test their knowledge. A student’s knowledge reflects the leader’s knowledge, you know?" I smirked and immediately saw the spark of ambition light up in Igor’s eyes.

"Of course. I’ll make sure they know their stuff."

He turned to his brothers. "Alright, who wants to train under Sensei Igor?!"

"I do!" Van lifted his chin proudly. "But it’s Senpai. Archer is Sensei."

Igor showed him the middle finger.

"Me too! Me too!" Aiden chimed in. "I want to be a warrior too!"

"I’ll decide after I see what you’re doing," Lake said, tilting his head. "I might like it… but honestly, I don’t really wanna get punched in the face."

"The best way to avoid getting punched in the face is training how to defend yourself," Igor muttered in a know-it-all tone. "Trust me, I’d know."

"You could also just… avoid fights," Lake shot back.

"That’s exactly how an omega would think!"

Before I could step in, Van snapped, "Igor! You need to quit it with these dumb insults!"

"Chill, dude, I get it. I was just joking, it’s not illegal. But Archer’s right, you’re all my brothers, and that’s how I’ll treat you." He sighed. "So, Lake, are you in or not?"

Lake scratched his chin thoughtfully, then smirked. "I’ll decide after I watch a bit more closely. You’re not the boss of me, I’m an independent artist!"

"Independent my ass…" Aiden muttered, making faces, but Lake rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at his brother.

I smiled to myself, seeing Lake’s stubborn little expression. He was definitely going to grow up strong-willed, whether he was an alpha, beta, or omega.

After wrapping up with the boys, I headed to the kitchen and had a quick chat with Oliver.

He seemed downright thrilled when he found out we were True Mates—and even more excited when he heard River was going into heat. He immediately started planning everything—getting the boys to school, adjusting their schedules, grocery shopping, and all the other responsibilities. I promised him a raise, of course, but he just waved it off and said, "I’m really happy to help. If you don’t mind, I’d like to invite Milo over more often too. The boys get along with him pretty well!"

"No problem. Maybe bring his younger brother, Avery, too? I feel bad sometimes that we always include Milo but never him."

Once everything was sorted out, I suddenly felt a strange tug in my head, like something was pulling me upstairs. I smiled to myself, knowing exactly what it was.

When I got back to the living room, the boys were arguing over when to start training and whether they should do their homework first.

"I leave for five minutes, and there’s already a rebellion against the new commander?" I teased with a grin.

Igor huffed in annoyance. "Don’t worry, I’ll keep things under control."

"Just not with an iron fist. A real leader is the most persuasive, not necessarily the strongest." I winked.

"But strength helps!"

"Only in desperate situations." I nodded firmly, as if sealing some great truth.

Igor instinctively mirrored my nod.

And then, one by one, all the other boys copied him, like a little army.

It made me chuckle. Some hate structure, but you can’t deny that it’s helpful.

Without thinking, I raised my hand to my forehead in a casual salute, turned, and headed upstairs.

My omega was waiting for me.

As soon as I opened the door, the scent of his heat hit me with full force. I’d been catching whiffs of it all day in small doses, but now that the first wave had passed, it had intensified to a level that was impossible to ignore.

The scent of heat was easy for me to detect, but not his pheromones—though soon, that would change. I was excited that I no longer needed the suppressants and that I wouldn’t have to take them tonight. Within the next two days, they would be out of my system, and I could finally enjoy the scent of River’s Allure.

River. His eyes were on me.

My True Mate was completely naked, sitting in the middle of the nest he’d built at impressive speed—yet somehow, it looked almost professionally made.

It was a mix of several of my sweaters and hoodies, a few colorful ribbons, and pillows he’d gathered, big enough for both of us to fit comfortably. My eyes drifted back to River.

He looked sexy. His long red hair cascaded down to his hips in thick, shiny waves. His skin was smooth, almost pearlescent, like satin. His nipples were a delicate shade of red, and his lips—full and sensual, similar to ripe strawberries.

He was beautiful. And he looked way younger than he actually was.

"Welcome, alpha," he said, dipping his head slightly.

"Welcome, omega."

"Have you come to fill my womb with your seed?"

"Sure, I did."

How well I knew River enjoyed this little ritual, this unspoken energy exchange between an alpha and an omega. I couldn’t blame him—I found this playful interaction just as exciting.

"Considering we were just at it an hour ago, I’d say it’s already pretty well filled."

River had a slight smirk on his face, clearly enjoying himself. This coy smile hinted at the heat's growing influence.

"The cramps are intense, alpha. I feel so empty inside, it's unbearable," he whispered, his green-blue eyes fixed on me as if I held the secrets of the universe.

But I wasn't in a hurry.

"After our first kiss, you became the star of my teenage dreams," I confessed, tilting my head. "I imagined countless scenes with you in the lead."

A teasing glint entered River's gaze, accompanied by a hint of embarrassment. "Fantasizing about a married man?"

"Fantasies are free," I smiled. "Nobody judges our thoughts, especially when they bring pleasure."

River slowly raised his hands in a sensual gesture, sliding them along his sides, over his shoulders and his neck, briefly touching his lips. As he surrendered to the grip of the heat, his moral dilemmas were momentarily forgotten.

"What did you imagine doing with me, Archer?" he asked, his voice almost like that of another person. The heat was clearly revealing a whole new side of River—one I fully intended to explore in depth.

"To be honest, it was a lot like your home invasion fantasy. But not in a separate room. I pictured myself sneaking into your bedroom, finding you asleep beside Thomas. You'd be groggy and unaware, and I'd reach for you in the darkness, your body responding to my touch, thinking it was Thomas," I described my vision, my eyes fixed on him.

River's hands slid down to caress his nipples, his mouth slightly open, cheeks flushed as the heat wave intensified its grip.

"I imagined you surrendering to me, sweetly and submissively, believing I was your husband, that it was all legal and acceptable. But it was me, taking you, fucking you," I rasped, my body filled with lust, as the smell of heat intensified.

River moaned softly, his hand moving down to grab his erection, his body begging for release.

"In my fantasy, I spread your legs, your eyes closed in pleasure, and I thrust into your wet, welcoming hole, filling you completely. Thomas lay beside us, oblivious, and I claimed his husband's body as my own."

"Naughty, indeed," River murmured, stroking himself, a drop of pre-cum landing on the sheets. "Could I share my fantasies too?"

"Oh, please do," I urged, shedding my boxers and also grasping my aching cock.

River's darkened eyes locked onto my swollen, heated tip, his tongue flicking out in anticipation.

"So, River… tell me."

"It was even wilder than yours," River whispered, his second hand sliding down to join the other, fingers now gently probing his hole. Looking straight into my eyes, he pushed them deeper, making a few rhythmic movements, and I responded by stroking my own dick.

"You break into our place, we hear you knocking, then kicking down the door. Thomas tries to fight, but your Muay Thai skills, which I knew were badass, take over. You subdue Thomas, tie him up, and force him to watch. You push me onto the bed, tearing off my clothes."

I raised an eyebrow, smiling. "Non-con scenario?"

"Dubious consent," River smirked. "Since you didn't know my true feelings."

"Oh yeah?" I squeezed my swollen cock firmer. "What happened next?"

"I scream: 'Please, no, I'm a good husband! I love Thomas so much! I've never been with anyone else, I'm like a virgin!'"

I laughed, enjoying the overdramatic story. "Go on, this is intense."

River smiled flirtatiously, his fingers still caressing his hole, moving and stroking.

"But you didn't listen; you turned me toward Thomas, with my legs spread wide, so he could see my open hole and my hard-on, revealing that something was off, that my words were deceiving him, and my body was being naughty."

River fluttered his eyelashes.

"Thomas seemed to be in shock: 'Do you want this, River? How can you!' And I screamed: 'No, the only one I desire is you, Thomas! Only you, I want to feel you inside me.' Then you said: 'Look, Thomas, how innocent and sweet River is, what a small tight hole he has. And it's only yours for now. But that's going to be a thing of the past. Soon, I'll fill your husband to the brim! For days, my cum will be dripping out of him, and every time you two make love, you'll hear those sounds—the squelching sounds! You'll feel how slick it's inside because it’ll still be there, my cum. You'll know that another man has fucked your husband thoroughly, didn't leave a single piece of his hole unmolested…'"

River was deep in a storytelling mood, his cheeks red as poppies, his hand working relentlessly.

"All this time, my hole was facing Thomas, and he had to watch as it clenched and pulsated, getting wet and swollen…"

I had to stop touching my dick because I was about to explode. The image in my mind was too much.

River slid to the edge of the bed and shamelessly spread his legs, then I saw his hole just as he described it, open, dark red, fluttering, juice dripping down his thighs, the red rim inviting me in. River's fingers massaged the tissue around his hole, drawing slow circles.

"You grabbed me by the hips and aimed your hard-on at my poor orifice, and said: 'Look, Thomas, this is the moment when your River is still innocent, only knows you in this way, but now he'll feel another man's dick in his belly and he'll like it, it'll make him moan and cum in front of your eyes…' But I screamed: 'No, it will never happen, I won't cheat on my husband, I'll remain faithful to the end, even if you fuck me, even if you go all the way and rub my walls there, I won't give in, I'll stay pure, because I can only love Thomas…' But you burst out laughing and said: 'I'll discover the truth about you, you little omega slut!'"

Feeling a crazy wave of arousal, I moved closer to River, his eyes following my every step. All this time, he was slightly accelerating the movements, caressing his hole, which was rhythmically contracting, resembling an open red flower.

"'Don't defile my innocence, oh alpha! Leave me alone!' I was screaming these words to you," River added, his eyes darting from my face to my chest and stomach, where his gaze lingered on my erect cock.

I grabbed him by the hips and, with a quick, decisive motion, pulled him even closer to the edge of the bed, aiming his hole at my hungry, throbbing dick.

Our eyes met for a second and River made a small nod. Then, with one thrust, I plunged into his open body.

River screamed loudly. A huge white stream of cum shot out of his dick—I'm willing to swear that a few drops landed on the ceiling.

Since the True Mate magic was now connecting us, the same thing happened to me: I filled him with a massive load of cum. On top of that, I could feel River's heat pushing me into a full-blown rut. My every cell was preparing itself to work hard for the next few days.

"'No, no, it's not true, I only want you, Thomas, I'm still faithful to you,'" River moaned, his arms thrown back, "'But you said: 'It's too late, the little slut has come out of you!' You laughed while fucking me relentlessly,'" he murmured.

That was kinda fucked up if you think about it—having a vision about humiliating a dead man—but I just couldn’t stop. I was going with the flow.

"So Thomas… what about him?" I tried to ask, fighting with my hips, which pulled back and forward again, plunging into River to the end.

"'Thomas was screaming: 'No, stop, stop, don't do this! Leave River alone, he's innocent, still innocent, my husband! If you stop now, we can forget about all this, please, don’t go any deeper! Don't fuck River, please…'"

As River was telling his fantasy, or rather moaning it out, I started thrusting into him with faster, stronger dives, going deeper and deeper. I usually used only two-thirds of my dick's length, but now I was tempted to go even farther, despite what ‘Thomas’ begged in River's vision.

"Oh, fuck…" River moaned, arching slightly, as I pushed a bit deeper, going close to three-quarters of my length deep, the furthest I had ever been in any omega. Having a twelve-inch dick could be a hassle, that's for sure.

Drops of cum squirted out from his dick in small waves, while mini-orgasms tore through him, and I felt myself getting lost in the rhythm of our bodies, the fantasy blurring with reality.

But River wasn't done yet; his story had a follow-up. "Thomas was screaming: 'Please, stop, you're stretching him too much! You're too huge for him, I'm smaller, and now nothing will ever be the same again!' But you just kept going, repeating: 'Yes, I'm stretching your husband, I'm ruining him for you forever; he'll never be satisfied with you again, his wrecked hole will only want giant dicks, he'll want to be fucked like I'm fucking him, hard and rough, your average dick won’t do it, now only monster cocks!'"

"Wait! How did you know then that I have a big dick?" I breathed out.

"Imagination! Based on your height…"

River was panting and moaning as I pounded into his wet hole, and his steamy story continued, "Thomas wouldn't give up, he was begging: 'Please, have mercy, leave my little, innocent husband alone, he doesn't want this!' And I was responding: 'Exactly. Stop, please, my little hole can't take it, I won't be able to handle your fucking, it's too deep, too deep, you're changing my body, rearranging me inside! Don't wreck me for Thomas, I love him so much! Don't ruin me!' But you just said: 'You're mine now, and Thomas's touch will be boring, dull; every time you’ll make love, you'll think about this moment when my monster dick stretched your hole,' and at the same time, you were moving from side to side, like you wanted to indeed stretch me even wider…"

And I just lost it; the story was just too salacious, I felt myself coming in another powerful orgasm, and instantly, my knot expanded inside River too, evoking his grunts.

But I didn't stop moving, even though my thrusts might have been shallower; I was still rubbing his walls, and my dick head was pressing against the entrance to his womb, triggering waves of intense, breeding-like orgasms.

River moaned and screamed.

His body arched, his nipples pointing toward the ceiling, so hard I had to grab them and squeeze. He was writhing beneath me, taking my knot inside him, and it just kept going, as we were trapped in the explosion of heat-induced orgasms, coming and coming… even when the main wave subsided, we were still shaking with small climaxes and post-orgasmic tremors.

Our bodies were hot and sweaty, covered in a thin layer of moisture. Pressed against each other, almost melting together, immersed in sex smells. It was epic, and just… perfect.

For some time, we were both drifting in the sweet glow and pink emptiness, in a pleasant feel of satiation.

And then River slowly opened his eyes, his crimson lips parted in a shy smile.

I propped myself up a bit and responded to it by baring my teeth: "You're a very naughty omega, River."

My gaze traveled unhurriedly over his flushed torso, his red nipples still erect and pointing up. His skin carried a sweet scent—like an entire garden in bloom.

"Hard to believe that in this small, sweet body, there's such a wild river flowing. Your hair suits you perfectly."

River let out a raspy laugh. "I always kept that side of me hidden because Thomas wasn't the kind of man who could handle it. He was very timid about things like this, almost prudent. So, my fantasies? I left them for my long, lonely nights."

"I hope you'll share a few more of them with me," I said, winking, and River giggled.

"Sure, I will! Though brace yourself for more of this wild ride!"

He hummed softly, as I slowly leaned in and kissed him.

"I'm so glad I'm here with you during my heat; I want to enjoy every second of it."

"And that's exactly the plan."

***

That night, River and I were practically glued together, fucking nonstop. We'd wake up, with me still inside him, and fall asleep stuck together in that typical heat-induced way.

River was having frequent waves, like every two hours, and he needed me often. So, I decided to inject some elements from our fantasies into the lovemaking.

One time, I woke him up by whispering in his ear, "Thomas is sleeping right next to us; it's me, Archer. If you don't want to hurt him, break his heart, you'll be quiet and give me your sweet hole like a good submissive omega should."

River let out a lewd moan and immediately spread his legs, murmuring, "Please, don't do this; my husband might wake up, and it'll destroy him!"

I growled, "Then make sure he doesn't wake up," and my fingers slipped into his hole, pressing against his prostate.

"Please, this will kill Thomas!" he begged.

But I just thrust into his slick entrance, and he cried out, "No, don't hurt me!"

For a moment, his words pulled me out of the fantasy, and I paused, leaning over him in the dim light.

He opened his eyes—big and trusting—and I whispered, "I'll never hurt you, River. I promise."

He lifted his hands, cupping my cheeks. "I'm so small and helpless. I need you, Archer. Let me be your…" He hesitated, searching for the right word. "Damsel in distress." He fluttered his eyelashes coyly, playing the role so perfectly, that I smirked. "Save me, Archer. Save me from all this chaos." Then his expression shifted, growing more serious. "Protect me from the stress; it's killing me."

I kissed him with intensity and hunger. "If that's what you want, I'll rescue you every single day."

River's wet lips parted as his hands slowly traced over my face, like he was memorizing it. His fingertips skimmed my skin, the moment so intimate, so sweet in its own way.

"You know, this is another one of my fantasies," he murmured. "Most omegas I know dream of being independent, strong—never needing anyone. But I'm the opposite. Most of my wild dreams, especially the sexual ones, are about being rescued. That's what excites me. Maybe I'm weird, but it just does it for me."

I smirked. "You'll have to tell me even more about a few of those rescue fantasies. It sounds salacious."

River had trouble stopping himself from awkward giggling. "You know, in some of them, no one actually saved me. Sometimes the monster caught me—and fucked me senseless, while Thomas just watched, unable to do a thing."

"Getting naughtier, I see."

River chuckled coyly. "Yes, in others it just kept happening, day after day, new monsters, over and over again—poor Thomas. And me? I just kept waiting for someone to save me, my hole being used and abused."

"Oh, River, I would love to save you," I grinned. "But once in a while, I wouldn't mind being the monster myself."

And I gave him a playful wink.

***

The next day brought us another wave of heat, which we took full advantage of. The fantasies just kept going. River was an endless source of them.

This time, he was a beautiful and innocent omega prince, waiting for his champion at the top of a castle tower. Unfortunately, an evil sorcerer—played by me—had other plans and wanted River for himself. The handsome knight, who arrived on a shining horse, had to witness his betrothed taking the sorcerer's monster dick over and over again for the first hour.

But in the second hour, the brave champion—also played by me—defeated the mage and finally got his chance. He indulged in the beautiful, though no longer untouched, omega, whose passage was still filled with the sorcerer's cum. The knight passionately explored River's sweet tunnel for the next two hours, mumbling under his breath, "I'll fuck your lovely, slightly stretched hole for so long that you'll forget all about the evil mage's cock."

After these hours of passion, we dozed off for a quick, refreshing nap, but when I woke up, the room was quiet.

River was standing by the window, staring at something in the yard.

He looked absolutely divine—his thick, wavy red hair was a tousled mess, cascading down his back and reaching the round, full curves of his ass. For a moment, I just fixed my eyes on him, taking in the view, already coming up with new ways I was going to dive into him today, pushing between those plump mounds.

"The kids fed the chickens, and now Lake and Aiden are weeding in the greenhouse," River said suddenly, snapping me right out of my little fantasy, where I was marking those untouched, pale cheeks with red love bites. It took me a while to shake off the thought.

I got up and walked over to him.

"Looks like Igor is taking his job seriously," I muttered, shifting slightly so he wouldn’t notice my erection, which I was trying hard to will away.

River glanced at me, then turned back to watch the kids. Van and Milo had come outside and headed to the climbing wall. Igor followed shortly after, gripping the pull-up bar and starting his reps.

"I’m impressed by how much influence you have on him," River said. "Though I already knew he was a good kid. Before all the craziness started, he was always helpful around the house, treated me with respect. I was so afraid that something had been lost in him forever."

I cleared my throat, not really in the mood to talk about the kids. But, well, I had chosen to be with an omega who had a family, so sometimes I had to shift my focus to more… practical things.

"That part of him was never gone, River. But hormones can make boys do some insane shit—I should know. I was riding that same wave when I kissed you back then." I smirked a little, hoping to steer this conversation back toward more enjoyable topics.

River lifted his eyes to mine, and for a long moment, we just looked at each other.

"For years, I blamed myself for everything that happened… but now I see that things turned out exactly as they were meant to," he whispered.

I nodded. "I always knew that, River. Nothing about you—nothing that led me to you—could ever be a mistake."

My eyes landed on River's red, tempting nipple, and he couldn't help but smirk under his breath.

"Oh, my lord, please don't look at me like that," he said, trying to sound innocent. "I'm just a poor omega peasant; I don't know any men, and my hole is still untouched."

I chuckled, my voice low and husky. "Everything on my lands belongs to me, including all the cute holes. And yours, I can sense, is going to be especially sweet."

River's face turned bright red as he protested, "No, I'm saving myself for my beloved!"

But I wasn't having it. I leaned in, grabbed him, and tossed him onto the bed, making him let out a delighted squeal.

Once I had him where I wanted him, I spread his legs, revealing his swollen entrance. It was dark and ripe, like a juicy raspberry.

"I think you're not telling me the whole truth, peasant," I said, raising an eyebrow. "Someone's already plowed your hole before me, haven't they?"

River peered up at me with those big eyes of his. His cute face made him the perfect candidate to play an innocent thrall. "Oh, you're so perceptive, my lord! But it wasn't my choice, I swear. A wicked werewolf sneaks into my hut every night and takes me against my will, multiple times, for many hours… My hole is puffy and swollen from his constant invasions… Will you save me from his clutches?"

I growled, my protective instincts kicking in. "What kind of monster would do that to you, my sweet, beautiful peasant? Of course, I'll save you, but first, I need to check if the werewolf has already ruined you with his constant defiling attacks. I need to test you myself to see if you can still be of use."

River's voice was barely above a whisper as he begged, "Please, sir, be gentle…"

I leaned in, my tongue sweeping over his swollen rim. "I can taste the werewolf's cum here; I feel like I should add a bit of my own…"

Straightening up, I exchanged mischievous smirks with River, and the tip of my dick slid into his wet, loosened hole without any resistance. "Yessss. The werewolf has stretched you out pretty well, but I need to check how you feel deeper… tell me, did he fuck you all the way to the end?"

River nodded, his eyes big and coy. "Yes, my lord, even though I begged him to stop, to spare me… but he just kept going deeper and deeper, attacking my hole like a wild animal, stuffing me with his cock like a roast chicken…"

I thrust deeper, feeling the amazing heat envelop my shaft. I just couldn’t stop. "Gosh, you feel so good, River," I muttered, thrusting with more energetic moves, forgetting my role in this fantasy for a moment. "You're so perfect for me."

Being inside him was like a dream come true. I could barely control myself, wanting to keep fucking him endlessly, like the actual werewolf in his vision.

"I think I'll take you away from the werewolf, my sweet River," I said, my voice filled with possessiveness. "Your hole is too precious to pass up… it's like a little piece of heaven on earth."

River looked up at me, his eyes shining with well-played gratitude. "Oh, my lord, you're too kind for a simple peasant like me!"

I smiled, my heart filled with affection for this little playful omega. "I’ll take you to my castle, and you'll be my prince, because with a sweet hole like yours, it's a sure thing I will be glued to you forever, and I just have to marry you—I won't let this opportunity slip away!"

River responded with a bright grin.

"But what if the werewolf finds me by my scent, climbs the walls of the castle, and while you sleep, possesses me even then?"

"Then I guess you'll have to take his cock and let him stuff you, but no worries, I already know how perfect your hole is, and won't give up on it, even if he comes every night. I will still want this tight beauty to be mine after the werewolf is gone…"

Later that same day, I took on the role of a werewolf who wasn’t about to give up on River’s delightful hole and wanted his share of it. However, this time, a new element emerged.

My sense of smell was slowly unblocking! As I fucked my perfect redhead, the wonderful sensation began—a sweet, tantalizing scent subtly filled the room, bringing even more of the werewolf's spirit into me.

"I’m starting to catch your scent, River. I mean… wrrrrr, poor peasant, wrrrr! Awooo!"

River tried to protest (weakly), but the werewolf drilled him relentlessly.

So now the play was: hunting River down in his new home—a fancy castle (around the bed)—and after catching him, I could freely sniff and grunt over his perfect skin, mumbling under my breath that I would always pick up his captivating fragrance, no matter how far away he escaped, and there was no hiding from me.

Despite the pretty peasant's feeble protests, the werewolf plowed the tight passage for one hour straight, making the peasant cum four times, which could be considered a pretty good result.

After that, River fell asleep soundly, fully satiated, with a soft smile visible on his lips.

***

The next day, around 10 am, I was trailing soft kisses along River's shoulder, being fully immersed in my role as the castle lord. The earl was whispering obscene compliments into the peasant's ear about how pretty his hole was, even if he had to share it with the werewolf, and how he craved to fill it right now—when we both heard a muffled, unexpected sound. Something that definitely didn’t belong in this house.

"Oh, some monsters are howling in the dungeons, my lord. They’re lusting over my ho—"

The sound came again.

River lifted his head, glancing around as if searching for the source.

Then he murmured, "Wait. I think… someone’s playing my violin."

The sentence was so bizarre, so out of place in our raunchy role-play, that even I jerked my head up and muttered, "Yeah… probably not monsters after all. We should go check it out."

River nodded with fake seriousness. "Definitely. Monsters will have to wait for their turn with me."

We quickly threw on some T-shirts and boxers before stepping out of my room. River’s bedroom door was open—and it wasn’t empty.

There was a single kid inside. I recognized him, even though I’d only seen him a few times before. He looked up at me with big, hazel eyes.

"Avery? What are you doing here?" I asked, keeping my voice as gentle as possible.

The boy seemed startled, clutching the violin tightly in his hands.

River smiled softly and said, "Hey, I’m River. Are you Milo’s brother?"

Avery nodded.

River continued, "Do you like playing the violin?"

Another nod, though he still looked a little nervous.

"I had no idea your family had musical talent—that’s really cool. I come from a family of musicians myself," River added with a friendly grin.

I figured it was time for me to step in.

"Still, you shouldn’t touch an expensive instrument like that without permission, especially if you don’t know how to play it properly."

"I… kinda do," the boy whispered, looking like a guilty thief caught in the act.

River waved a hand dismissively. "If you do, then it’s fine. I’m sure you know how to handle it carefully. Do your parents send you to music lessons?"

Avery shook his head.

"Not anymore," he admitted sadly. "I used to take lessons from Mr. Rogers, but he passed away a few months ago. Now I don’t play anymore because there aren’t any violin teachers nearby, and my dad hates online courses. He thinks they just don’t work."

"Well, it’s hard to learn an instrument with only online lessons," River agreed.

"Mr. Rogers used to visit our preschool too—he’d play for us and teach us little songs. But then he got hit by a car." His face fell.

"I’m really sorry to hear that," River said gently. "But… if your dad is okay with it, maybe you could come by, and I could show you a thing or two. I know a little about playing the violin."

I glanced at River in mild surprise. I could feel his energy even more than before—there was a hint of hesitation, but he really wanted to say that.

Avery slowly nodded. "Okay. I’ll ask my dad. I really liked playing. Mr. Rogers always said I had a knack for it."

River tilted his head. "You played Twinkle Twinkle Little Star really nicely. I could definitely teach you a few more fun pieces. My son, Lake, knows how to play it on the keyboard—maybe you two could play together sometime?"

Avery made a funny face. "Yeah, I met Lake. He’s the one who told me where to find the violin. That’s why I snuck in here. They’re probably looking for me by now." He spread his arms in a helpless gesture.

"No problem," River assured him. "Now that I know you actually play, I wouldn’t mind you stopping by my room to practice—as long as you handle the violin carefully."

"Of course," Avery promised. Then, with complete innocence, he added, "Anyway, I should go. Lake said you guys are making a baby."

I choked on a laugh. River did too.

"Well, he’s not wrong," River admitted, still amused. "But yeah, you probably shouldn’t be wandering around alone too much. Someone’s bound to start looking for you soon."

"Okay, I’ll go. And sorry for taking your violin—it’s just really beautiful."

"It’s okay," River said with a small, thoughtful smile. "It was a gift from my dad. It’s important to me." He cleared his throat. "But if your parents agree, you’re welcome to use it more often." He flashed a bright, reassuring grin.

When Avery left, I turned to River. He looked a little flustered, biting his lip and shifting from foot to foot.

I had to ask. "River, is this what you really dream about? Teaching music? I already know you’re definitely not a fan of working in customer service."

River nodded shyly. "Before I met Thomas, I wanted to get into college for Music Education. After my escape, I still played on my own—a lot—but Thomas said the sound drilled into his head, so I practiced in the basement."

I muttered a curse under my breath.

"He wanted me to focus on handling clients’ matters, even though I hated it…" He paused for a second. "That’s why I was so grateful when you told me I should take a break from work. I despise working as a consultant."

"It’s messed up that he pushed you into something like that when you were passionate about music. I really think that if this is something you want to do, you should follow where your heart is leading you."

River looked at me melancholically. "I love working with kids. I liked teaching my brothers how to play. I went to a music high school, but I have no formal higher education in music. Thomas opposed it—he wanted me to get an associate degree in Communications and Business Administration, seeing it as more practical."

He lowered his head, his body tense.

"From what I remember, one of Oliver’s cousins owns that preschool," I said carefully. "Maybe he could put in a good word for you? You could visit the kids and get them interested in music—just in a fun way. I heard you can play more than just the violin… You know a bit of keyboard and guitar too, right?"

"Yeah," River nodded. "In my family, we were always taught to play a few different instruments. It helps when you’re playing with a band, so you can sync up better. I even know a little banjo… and a bit of harmonica."

"Then it’s settled. I’ll talk to Oliver about it if this is something you really want."

There was a small glint in River’s eyes. "Archer… that’s nice, but what I really want is to have more kids. I’ve always… I just want to focus on family. I never wanted a big career—that kind of life is way too stressful for me. I’d rather treat work as a hobby."

"I’m totally on board with that," I reassured him. "But if you do want to work in some capacity, even just part-time, to get out of the house, and grow in music, I wouldn’t mind at all. I just want you to be happy—doing something that actually brings you joy every day."

River looked a little intrigued. "Well… if there’s a shortage of music teachers around here, maybe I could fill that gap… and help out at the preschool a bit?" He smiled innocently.

I nodded, then let my gaze drift down to his chest. "But for now… maybe we should get back to working on the other part of your wish. A bigger family?"

River bit his lip and whispered, "You know, we never actually talked about how many kids you want…"

"River, you already have five kids. I doubt you want to double that. However, whatever number you give me, I’ll welcome them with open arms." I smiled warmly at him.

He tilted his head slightly, a playful sparkle in his eyes. "Well… Riley’s already in college. In two or three years, Igor will be off too. That’ll leave us with just three at home. I wouldn’t mind filling in those gaps as we go." He smirked mischievously. "Then Van will go to college and… another free spot? And Lake always wanted a little brother. I bet he’d love to help out."

"So… what kind of number are we talking here?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

River nearly snorted with laughter. "Well, I always wanted to beat my dad’s record by at least one! Or two!"

"Hold on, let’s do the math," I teased. "That would mean… four? Five?"

"Why not?" River shrugged. "If you’re up for it!"

I grinned. "River, that idea makes my heart so damn happy. And you have a point. With the kids being so spread out in age, our house wouldn’t be too chaotic… at least, not in a way that would stress you out."

River looked delighted to hear that.

"And I would make sure you have help, River. Oliver will be here to take some of the burden off you. Not everything would be solely on your shoulders. You’d still have time to relax and take care of yourself. I’ll make sure of that, I promise."

He reached out, placing a hand on my forearm, his gaze impish. "So… where were we? Halfway through our plan? Or really… just at the very beginning?"

I pretended to listen to something. "I think I can hear those monsters in the dungeon. You know, there’s one big ogre among them. If he were to break free…"

River blushed, lowering his eyes coyly. "He would surely search for my pretty little hole to defile it mercilessly…"

"And I may be too busy defending the palace from the rest of those monsters… So his chances of succeeding may be pretty good…"

River sighed with well-played disappointment. "Let’s hope the ogre won’t find me, then…"

Suffice it to say, the ogre soon broke free from his cage and came searching for River’s raspberry-pink hole, exploring it intensely… for hours, until the earl captured all the other monsters and returned to slay the ogre and reclaim his fiancé—completely undeterred by the copious amounts of the ogre’s cum flowing from River’s sexy passage. He surely added some of his own to it.

***

The next day brought a continuation of River's heat.

Since the other monsters in the dungeons had heard about River's perfect little hole, they all wanted to escape the dungeons and have a taste of it. The earl was engaged in a fight at the gate, but the dungeon had other weak spots, and one monster managed to escape: sure enough, a very mighty troll had to find River and plow his hole relentlessly, leaving the pretty redhead with six orgasms one after another.

The heat was peaking!

Oliver was almost afraid to approach our door, worried that he'd interrupt us, and quite frankly, my dick was inside River for most of the day.

There were even moments when I'd stand up with him still impaled on my shaft because he didn't want to let go of me. His fingers were clamped so tightly on my arms, and he'd make these low, growling noises whenever I tried to pull out, warning me that he would be extremely upset if I let him go. And indeed, he was showing signs of an actual stress whenever I tried to gently withdraw.

So, we'd eat in that position—him still sitting on my dick. Then we'd continue, sometimes using one of his fantasies, but other times we'd just fuck because River needed it badly and intensely.

All those years of medically blocking his heats seemed to be coming back with a vengeance, and River's body was demanding an unprecedented level of intensity—one I was more than happy to provide, my own rut going strong. I was genuinely shocked that my libido had skyrocketed to meet his at such heights. I could practically maintain an erection—a solid one, at that—all day long. And the amount of sperm I produced and pumped into River could have probably filled half a bucket.

But even in the middle of this crazy day, River still found a few moments to walk over to the window and check what was happening outside.

The boys were training obediently—some running the obstacle course, others working out with Igor. I could see how much joy that sight brought River. He watched his sons with a soft smile, clearly proud of how diligently they followed my instructions.

Sometimes, he even wiped away a tear or two when he thought I wasn’t looking. But, well… we were True Mates. There was no hiding the intense waves of emotion rolling through him.

The next day was much calmer.

Even his fantasies had changed, reflecting his different mood. Now, instead of wanting to be devoured by monsters, he wanted to be saved from them. He craved more romantic and heroic scenarios—where he was almost eaten alive by a saber-tooth, only to be rescued by a handsome barbarian or a powerful shaman.

Sometimes, he played the role of an innocent victim sacrificed at the altar of a bloodthirsty god, only to be saved at the last moment by a benevolent deity taking human form.

The sex also changed. River wanted to make love rather than just fuck, which suited me just fine. I was perfectly in sync with him, and every moment felt just as incredible.

And I was having so much fun! River’s imagination was so fertile, I could never be bored. His acting skills were top-notch, and his big, vulnerable eyes made him the perfect candidate for the role of a distressed omega in desperate need of rescue. Being such a beauty, he was also a priceless possession—a coveted reward for the champions who succeeded in saving him.

So the fun just kept going!

I was genuinely surprised his heat had lasted so long. I knew that omegas under extreme stress often experienced shorter heats—sometimes as little as forty-eight hours. And River had been under a lot of mental strain lately. Yet somehow, his heat had stretched to a full four days. Maybe because he had been waiting for this moment for so many years, his body just… held onto it?

On the fifth day, he woke up looking exhausted and still drowsy, but even then, the magic of True Mates seemed to ease the effects of the Recovery phase.

Usually, omegas felt horrible after heat—depressed and irritable—but he was just… tired.

So I insisted he go back to sleep.

By noon, he had managed about three hours of uninterrupted sleep before sitting up in bed and whispering nervously, "I think it’s time I got back to my kids."

I looked at him and said, "Don’t pressure yourself. You have the right to take time for yourself. You’ve spent too long stressing about others."

River smiled softly and shook his head.

"But I—"

"Shhhh. No arguments. Go back to sleep. Just a few more hours. You deserve the rest."

He nodded, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes, and the moment his head hit the pillow, he was out.

A few hours later, he woke up looking much more refreshed.

Noticing my watchful gaze, he grinned and announced, "Now is the time to get up. I really miss my kids, and I feel great. I want to go see them!"

I smiled, leaned down, and brushed a kiss over his soft, red lips. "I believe you now. You actually look almost normal again. Well-rested?"

"For the most part!"

Tilting my head, I eyed him. "Then let’s go. But I want you to remember—you don’t have to feel guilty. You’re allowed to take time for yourself too. Oliver handled things just fine these past few days. We should hire him more often and take little getaways… maybe to our nice islet…"

River’s eyes lit up. "Gladly! There are sea monsters around deserted islands. And sirens. One of them might show up, looking to defile an innocent omega Robinson Crusoe."

It took some time before I stopped cackling.

And then we both went downstairs.