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amrev_intrigues2022-05-13 01:00 pm
non_stop) wrote in amrev_intrigues2022-05-13 01:00 pm
private storyline ..... b1?
It turns out you can't write your way out of hell when you're an omega.
So Alexander Hamilton -- not his birth name, not this time -- decides to take a different route. Born into abject poverty, again in the Caribbean, he earns his way out.
And, in New York, he leverages what he's learned, his cleverness and his quickness and his persistence, into a position at a bawdy house that's clean, safe, and run by an alpha woman who is fiercely protective over her whores.
He does not hope for more than this. He saves, obsessively, and invests. He cannot be a statesman like this. He cannot write financial systems to into existence. (And he sometimes doubts whether he ever did those things -- sure, he remembers philosophy, he can quote in a Latin that he never learned, but it all seems so unlikely. So bizarre.)
He is a prized commodity quickly, in this brothel. He likes it that way. When his next heat approaches, the alpha madam raises his price.
To his surprise, someone new meets that price.
He is in only the early stages right now, pre-heat, warm skin and a welcoming scent rising. He's horny, but he's not even close to out of his mind. He's never gone out of his mind, even in heat.
He waits, in his rooms, with the broad mirror, the wide bed, the luxurious sheets. Waits for his client.
So Alexander Hamilton -- not his birth name, not this time -- decides to take a different route. Born into abject poverty, again in the Caribbean, he earns his way out.
And, in New York, he leverages what he's learned, his cleverness and his quickness and his persistence, into a position at a bawdy house that's clean, safe, and run by an alpha woman who is fiercely protective over her whores.
He does not hope for more than this. He saves, obsessively, and invests. He cannot be a statesman like this. He cannot write financial systems to into existence. (And he sometimes doubts whether he ever did those things -- sure, he remembers philosophy, he can quote in a Latin that he never learned, but it all seems so unlikely. So bizarre.)
He is a prized commodity quickly, in this brothel. He likes it that way. When his next heat approaches, the alpha madam raises his price.
To his surprise, someone new meets that price.
He is in only the early stages right now, pre-heat, warm skin and a welcoming scent rising. He's horny, but he's not even close to out of his mind. He's never gone out of his mind, even in heat.
He waits, in his rooms, with the broad mirror, the wide bed, the luxurious sheets. Waits for his client.
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"First claim on your time, yes," Burr purrs. "I quite like the idea of such an arrangement. And perhaps I might call on you at other times as well--" always paying, of course, yet not the usual times of whores. Of course, in establishments such as these, there are always ones working, and yet--
Burr does want to bring him things. Books. Clothes. Jewels. Taken quite embarrassingly, not befitting his age. The fantasy of the old Burr, become reality.
His cock is softened enough to slip out now, and it accompanies a rush of fluids--uncomfortable, for all their meaning is appealing.
"Should I fetch you nesting materials then? Or do you wish to be alone?" Still rubbing at him, feeling where his seed is dripping out. He hopes that Alexander does not take anything, though he has no real power or right to stop him. But still--the idea of him swollen with Burr's child is very appealing.
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He can't help the little noise of loss as Burr's cock slips out of him. He doesn't want it to be over. His hand joins Burr's, in the wet of it. His cunt seems stretched wide, hot and soft. He feels a pulse of desire, suddenly, perhaps the last vestiges of the heat. Perhaps just something about Burr.
"Oh," he sighs. "Could you -- could I have your mouth? One more time?" Tracing up and down the slit, gushing wet. But he feels appealing, under Burr's eyes. Feels good. And he thinks Burr wouldn't mind his own semen, along with Alexander's excessive wet.
"And then -- then we'll see." He means it in an immediate sense and a broader one. They'll see.