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But her eyes had gone white.

Ecstacy was coursing through her blood as her glands were expressed by the prince’s knot.

Sinadim fell back with a sigh and brought his doll with him.

Balkazar couldn’t tear his eyes from the mess between her legs.

“Now that’s a sight the Nine themselves would envy, brother,” he murmured, absently stroking himself. Thumbing the generous dollop oozing from his slit as he watched her lower belly bulging ever so slightly. Her unique anatomy a thing worthy of awe. Deserving of a moment’s silent respect, no matter that she was Omega.

With a short bark of laughter, Sinadim reached between her legs. Strumming that engorged clit to make her dance where she was impaled. Milking him of another salty jet.

And then, “Bring the nesting materials.”

Balkazar nodded, tucking himself away as he stood. “At once, my prince. Is there anything else before I retire⁠—”

“Retire?” Sinadim laughed, but this time instead of dragging another orgasm from her overwrought body, he reached lower. “Nonsense,” he said and circled his knot in the palm of one hand. Working his grip higher, compressing that balloon of flesh keeping the prince locked inside his whore, Sinadim squeezed until the seal was broken and cum gushed from between her legs. “We’re dug in until the sandstorm passes,” he drawled, letting his length sag in a heavy, majestic arc as his seed spewed forth in a torrent of senseless waste. Leaving her gaping and twitching, legs splayed so Balkazar couldn’t help but look. “And you, brother, are going to help me put a litter in her womb.”

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Silence followed Sinadim’s words.

A quiet that was heavy, for there was no mistaking the confusion etched into the war chief’s weathered face.

And then blue eyes went wide as comprehension dawned.

The war chief’s face blanched white before color flushed high on his cheeks.

He shook his head. Lips parting once, twice, before his teeth snapped shut with a definitive click.

Shocked silent.

Sinadim grinned but pressed the other male carefully. “She’ll come around in a moment, and when she does”—the prince spread her legs as far as they might go, letting Balkazar watch as cum gushed from deep inside—“when she wakes without a knot, she’s going to have quite the temper over the lack, the poor greedy little thing. But you can let her choose,” he murmured. “Before she’s lost to instinct. Before she’s buried in her nest and will take any cock presented to her, you can let it be her choice to have you.” He shrugged. “Or not.”

For a moment, the silence dragged on. Smothered by the distant howling of the approaching sandstorm.

And then, the war chief laughed. Low. Incredulous. “Is that what you think, brother? That I hesitate to damage the delicate sensibilities of a whore?”

Saying nothing, Sinadim cupped his brave girl’s breasts and shielded her from searing blue eyes. Watching as the color rose in Balkazar’s wizened cheeks.

“Believe me,” Balkazar sneered. “I know just how thirsty for cock an Omega cunt will get when the bitch is in heat.” Lip curling in unmistakable disgust, the war chief bristled. “I know the fickle little sluts don’t care whose knot stuffs them full of cream, that their only thought is to take as much as they can as deep as they can get it.”

Frowning, Sinadim raised one brow. “Then?”

“To touch her is death!” Balkazar snarled. “It is a crime for any without royal blood to merely touch a harem girl, much less breed one!” Bitter, cruel laughter surged from his lips. “Already her gut is full of my cream. Her lips red and swollen from stretching around my cock. My fate is already sealed—and you ask me to make it worse by pumping her full of brats?”

Understanding flooded the prince, then. And with a huff of amusement, Sinadim said, “If you’re already doomed, indulging yourself isn’t going to make it worse.”

Balkazar snarled, unamused. “You’d send me to the Nine for a few minutes of empty pleasure.”

Standing, careful not to disturb the sleeping beauty dripping in his essence, Sinadim went to collect the nesting materials himself. Cock swinging free, shirt undone. Unaffected by the war chief’s temper or his fears. Pausing long enough to glance at the wall of sand as the storm surged ever closer—now almost entirely blocking out the sun—he returned with the bundle of bedding tucked beneath one arm.

“It is a crime,” Sinadim agreed in a quiet murmur. “A deadly offense to violate the sanctity of a royal harem. One worthy of death,” he said, peeling strips of cloth from the bundle and scattering it around the delicate female body lying senseless in his bed.

Mane flaring, Balkazar turned toward the exit. “You⁠—”

“But,” Sinadim pressed, clipping that word short with the edge of his teeth. “We are not in the Silver City. She is not an official jewel in my harem. And they will never know what I have no intention of telling them.”

Back to his prince, tail standing stiff, Balkazar had gone still. Utterly frozen by the dangerous words Sinadim dared to utter. And then, “You’re splitting cunt hairs with an axe, brother.”