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When his Majesty, Emperor Yoo Joonghyuk, known as Plotter, ascended to the throne, he had barely passed his sixteenth year of living; the only son of the previous Emperor and the Empress, he ascended to the throne at a young age after rebel forces assassinated his father, mother and only sister.
After dealing with them accordingly and making sure that the entire empire knew what would happen to those who dared to rebel him, he was soon crowned Emperor; many lords tried to push their daughters or their omega sons to be his Empress but he refused, the young alpha merely entertained the idea of a harem where none would even dare to ascend to the rank of Empress.
It's said that the Emperor was a vigorous lover, for he had sired almost all of his sons before he turned eighteen; although he had their mothers dismissed from the palace after they had given birth (in order to avoid a power struggle between his would be concubines) and the princes —who had all grown to be alphas like him— had been given their own palaces filled with servants and caretakers.
Now his sons were all sent away to different regions of the Empire to administer their posts, govern the regions that corresponded to them. However His Majesty had not given any of his sons the permission to take a high ranking omega as their wife, to avoid the ministers prattling that whichever of his sons was the first to sire the Emperor’s first grandchild would ascend to the throne after him.
The Emperor was more often than not gifted young blossoming omegas as tribute but he never took up the offer, instead chiding the lord for not administering himself well and being unable to pay the tax.
That was until Lord Kim's only child, Kim Dokja, who had recently presented as an omega, was offered to him.
Everyone knew that Lord Kim was a drunkard and a gambler so they were hoping for the Emperor to chide him and reject the offer of the man’s son but instead, the Emperor looked over the omega before nodding in approval, ordering the omega to sit next to him as he continued with court.
Lord Kim was still punished as per usual but his gift of his omega son to become a concubine to the Emperor was gladly taken.
Kim Dokja had been the first omega in years to be publicly taken as a concubine in the Emperor’s court.
Plotter hummed approvingly at the soft licks to the head of his cock, soft hands rubbing what can't fit in the omega's small mouth.
"Your Grace, am I doing well?" Kim Dokja questioned, as he pulled away from his lover’s cock, face reddened and eyes dewy with tears.
Plotter wanted to coo at the cute sight in front of him; he had taken many omegas in his youth but none of them (not even the mothers of his sons) could make him feel so open as if he were split in half by a blade for the omega to look deep inside of him. Instead he simply nodded, hand coming down to wipe away at the string of saliva connecting Kim Dokja to his cock.
"You're doing perfect, my star." Plotter answered, Kim Dokja's eyes lightened up before he descended to try to fit as much of Plotter in his mouth as possible, the scent of happy, praised omega filled the room.
It was a shame that Kim Dokja's first heat still hadn't struck despite already having presented as an omega, Plotter wouldn't mind fucking the omega to be filled to the brim with his seed for a whole week; hell, he'd even summon 999, his eldest and most capable son at the age of 19, to take his place in court while Plotter took his time to breed this omega full with pups.
The sound of Kim Dokja moaning and whining around his cock was music to his ears as he started rutting inside his mouth before he came and by the way Kim Dokja trembled, slumping into his thigh while suckling and swallowing Plotter's seed, he also came untouched.
Once Kim Dokja's first heat came and he'd bred him full with a pup, he'd promote him accordingly: if Kim Dokja gave him a son, he'd make him Empress. And if Kim Dokja gave him a daughter, he'd still make him Empress.
Maybe he should summon his sons, let them meet the future mother of the Empire.
0 stared curiously at the young omega walking around and stopping to stare at the still blossoming flowers despite the winter cold; the omega looked absolutely divine as he wore a mint blue thick winter coat as his hands were tucked into a white colored fur hand muff, his hair tied up in a lovely hairstyle.
0 felt like a wolf hunting its prey; although 0 just wanted to know the omega's name and if he wanted to take a walk with 0 and become the mother to his pups.
It wasn't that creepy.
0 exhaled as he tried to gain confidence; although he was the youngest prince, he had taken care of his region with the dedication and political genius as was required of him; sure he wasn't amazing at diplomacy like his eldest brother 999 was, nor was he an incredible war general like his second eldest brother 41 but he liked to think he was good enough.
0 made his way to stand next to the young omega who was observing the moon lilies; he remembered his older brother 1863, who was born solemn and melancholic, mentioning that the moon lilies were planted by their grandsire to impress their grandmother who came from a land where flowers were always in bloom.
"The previous Emperor planted the moon lilies for his new wife, hoping to make her happy at seeing flowers always in bloom." 0 mentioned as he watched the omega pull out one of his hands out of the hand mitt, to stroke gently at the pearl white petals.
"I had never believed that flowers could always be in bloom." The omega whispered in awe. "Especially in the winter."
"Moon lilies bloom more beautifully during the winter, especially when fresh snow falls." 0 mentioned, turning to look at the omega. "Were you unable to see them bloom earlier?"
"I wasn't able to, I was asked to stay indoors during the brunt of the cold, to avoid me getting ill." The omega nodded, not looking at 0 in the face. "I ask my lord to forgive me for not looking him in the face, I was told not to."
0 cocked his head before realizing and holding back the urge to groan.
If an omega was instructed to not look at an alpha in the face, it normally meant that the omega was already betrothed and it was to avoid other alphas from stealing them away by not being able to look at their desirable features.
Such a lovely omega must be betrothed to one of his older brothers; of course, they would be the only ones worthy to have such a lovely little thing for themselves.
No wonder his father summoned them to return; so by offering this lovely omega to either 999 or 41 meant that they were most likely to become the Crown Prince to succeed him.
As the youngest son, 0 was doomed to yearn for the things that belonged to his older brothers.
0 found himself in an amiable conversation with the omega, with every giggle and smile he managed to pull from him was another stake into his heart, his inner alpha whining pitifully at the idea of letting such a perfect match leave.
0 wasn't even his father's favorite son for him to pitifully whine and beg for him to allow him to wed the omega; 0 would even renounce his claim to the throne if it meant that he would be allowed to take this omega to wife.
It was a curse from the Heavens to be the last son, a spare that couldn't even court the one he desired to court.
"My lord, have I said something to upset you?" The omega questioned, twitching next to him as though wanting to turn to look at him but knowing that it was a bad idea.
"No, don't worry. I only thought of stupid things."
Such as myself, actually.
"I must attend to other affairs so I shall leave you to continue enjoying the gardens, I hope to see you again another time." 0 bid farewell courteously, deciding that the best thing would be to leave before he sprung into sadness so early.
"Where have you been? And why do you smell like 1863?" His fourth eldest brother, 1864 asked with a raised eyebrow as he turned to look at 0 who slumped into a column, the five of them waiting to be announced to greet their father.
"And what does 1863 smell like?" 41 questioned with a snort, hands on his waist as he looked over at the two of them.
"Like sadness and dirt after rain falls on it." 1864 replied with a sniff.
41 and 0 turned to look at 1863 who glared back at them with an untamed fury in his eyes.
1863 and 1864 were born on the same day from different mothers, although 1863 was born a couple of hours before 1864 did but the younger seemed better at riling up the older despite his usual sullen nature.
"Should I be offended at the comparison?" 1863 growled.
"Behave." 999 spoke from his place, 0 could only steal a glimpse at his eldest brother, not wanting to offend the elder by staring too long at the eyepatch that covered the eye that he lost in battle.
0 got along the most with 999 despite their status as eldest and youngest child, respectively. So he was shaken when he received the missive stating that 999 had lost an eye during a battle against the commander of the rebel faction; although his brother had won (in a savage way, the letter from 41 stated; their eldest brother had thrown away his sword and had bit out the man's throat, making him submit to him before he bled to death, 999 loomed victoriously before turning to look at the dead man's army asking which wanted to be next.
They all surrendered immediately and pleaded guilty to the crown.)
"But 1864 does have a point, is something wrong little brother?" 999 asked, looking at him with concern.
0 shook his head; if his hunch was true then he didn't want 999 feeling bad that his younger brother was moping like a pup because 999 got rewarded with a much lovelier wife.
"There's nothing wrong, hyungs. Just a bit under the weather." 0 answered kindly before the entrance to the throne room where their father was holding court opened, the head eunuch slipping outside to count them over.
The same way he had always done when they were little and were herded to the throne room along with their tutors and personal eunuchs as they gave their father a weekly update on how they were doing.
The head eunuch smiled before he turned to order the guards to open the door, announcing them by order of birth along with their status as governors of the region their father entrusted to him.
The five of them knelt to greet their father, the Emperor looked grand and almost youthful as he looked at his sons; a couple of silver hairs dusted across his hair as though it was steel.
"My sons have returned so a feast shall be held in their honor; especially in the honor of Prince 999 who successfully eradicated the rebels." The Emperor stated with a strong voice, the cadence of his voice was stable and firm as though this was normal.
999 chuckled before kowtowing in gratefulness. "I thank Imperial Father for this honor but it was only my duty to protect the realm even if it came at the cost of myself."
The ministers and courtiers tittered to one another; 999 was the eldest son and was clearly the one most adept to politics out of all of them, according to the Empire's law of succession, 999 was supposed to be the Crown Prince but their father never declared him as the official heir.
And many feared for their heads if something were to happen to 999, because by natural order 41 would be next in line to the throne.
And 41 was more of a warlord than a prince; the old tutor that taught all of them had once commented to 0 when the first missive of 41's crushing victory and how it was brutal for the opposing side, his brother took no prisoners and instead had them all killed:
"Forgive this old man for saying his thoughts but the Second Prince is best suited as a warlord rather than a prince, I see him not taking a wife but instead conquering and dominating battlefield after battlefield. Your father was similar but your father had the burden of the crown and the duty of producing heirs so he wasn't able to continue his campaigns but your brother will be able to do as he pleases until your father tries to force a wife on him."
0 had snorted at the last bit; even if their father was the person they respected the most but he was no match to 41's stubborn streak; when his brother's first rut had arrived, his father had suggested that 41 take someone to help him relieve the ache, 41 snarled that he wasn't a dog that needed a bitch to rut into.
41 refused any rut partners, 0 sometimes took them when the ache and burn was too much.
0 was sure that on his next rut, he'd touch himself thinking about the omega.
0 wondered if his slick was as sweet as he smelled, wondered if his skin would bruise easily.
"Your Grace." Another eunuch came up to speak to the Emperor.
"What is it?" He replied with boredom.
The eunuch bit his lip before continuing. "It's Concubine Kim, he's here to see you but says that he'll head back if you are too occupied."
The Emperor’s demeanor (although not 100% noticeable to others that weren't his sons) immediately changed at the mention of the concubine.
0 had heard of the new addition to his father's chambers (rather, to his cock for lack of a better word) from a traveling minister who arrived at his estate to talk about the tax policy 0 wanted to implement to the vassals of his region.
Kim Dokja, a young recently flowered omega, the same age as 0, having reached his seventeenth year earlier this year. It was said that his father was completely devoted to him, having given him the most luxurious palace built for Consorts and the omega was currently a concubine, ordered the most beautiful and flattering robes to be made for him, every piece of jewelry that was given to the Emperor as tribute was immediately given to Concubine Kim to wear on his body when he visited the Emperor.
"And his first heat hasn't even arrived and the Emperor is already so foolish over him." The minister complained to 0 who wanted to punch the man for calling his father a fool but needed more information. "His Majesty will feel like a fool for over-coddling that omega if he whelps a girl. Sons are always preferable in comparison to girls, Your Highness, keep this in mind once your lord father allows you to wed."
His father would actually love the omega even more if he gave him a daughter, his father always spoke fondly of their late aunt, his dearest beloved little sister who was murdered by the assassins that speeded up his father's ascension to take hid birthright.
"Allow Concubine Kim entry. I'd like for him to meet my sons."
The ministers ceased their tittering as the entrance to the throne room to allow Concubine Kim entry. 0 and his brothers didn't dare to turn around to look at the omega, after all they'd see him when he came to stand next to their father.
"Your Grace." 0's ears perked up at the sweet voice, knowing that he had heard it before, that came from Concubine Kim as he greeted the Emperor. "My princes."
The Emperor made a gesture and Concubine Kim stepped aside to make his way to their father.
0 felt his stomach drop at the sight of the familiar mint coat covering the omega's body as it neared the throne where his father sat.
0 hadn't been coveting something that belonged to his brothers.
No.
It was even worse, he coveted something that belonged to his lord father.
Once Concubine Kim got close enough to grab, the Emperor immediately extended his hand to grab gently at Concubine Kim's wrist, thumbing the soft skin, Concubine Kim lifted the hand holding his wrist to press a kiss on it.
"Concubine Kim, these are my sons. I hope that you are all able to get along and give each other the respect demanded for both of your stations." The Emperor said, the tone used was one that 0 remembered his father using when he was little and his father sometimes sat him on his lap as he held court.
Concubine Kim nodded, a sweet priceless smile appearing on his face; a perfect small face, as if the Heavens themselves had carved it for man to be tempted by it, his rosy cheeks acquired a rose tint, his eyes glistened like stars as he looked at them, bowing with the respect given to a prince.
0 followed immediately in his brothers' steps as they all bowed as well to Concubine Kim.
(Weirdly enough, 0 could feel 41 trembling by his side; weird because the older had never trembled in his life.
0 hoped it wasn't in anger.)
"Ah! Fifth prince!" 0 stopped in his steps, ignoring how his inner alpha started yipping at the soft bell-like sound of Concubine Kim's voice; he turned around to look at the young omega making his way towards him, his attendants following shortly behind him.
Concubine Kim wore a divine set of emerald colored robes embroidered with silver silk, his hair held up in the style of a betrothed omega as his first heat still hadn't come for his father to mark him as his; but the accessory that suited him best was his gentle smile as he got closer to 0.
0 bowed deeply in respect after Concubine Kim had bowed to him. "Mother Kim."
Concubine Kim's face flushed at the words, shaking them away with a shy stutter. "No—no—no need to call me that.... I haven't even— besides we're the same age— you could just call me— what could you call me?"
𝐻𝑚𝑚𝑚, 𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑒.
0 decided to save the poor omega from dying from the lack of breathing. "Then Young Mistress Kim?"
"Ah yes yes, that's better. Where are you heading, fifth prince?"
"To the library."
"Oh! May I go with you? His Grace has the eunuchs fetch whatever I'm in the mood for reading but I do miss the idea of picking what I'm in the mood for myself."
His father most likely did that to avoid the amount of people that could take a look at his omega.
"Of course."
What kind of son would 0 be if he didn't protect him?
"What are you doing here?" 0 turned around to look at 1863 who looked at him almost curiously, 0 was reaching up to grab a text that Concubine Kim wanted to read but he was too short to reach it.
"Am I that stupid that its weird to see me in the library?" 0 retorted.
1863 shook his head before he replied. "Normally you prefer to do archery or horseback."
0 shrugged, refusing to answer until Concubine Kim's small form popped up from behind him. "Your Highness, is something wrong? I found this book, I'm certain that you'll enjoy— Oh, it's the third prince! I'm happy to see you, Your Highness."
1863 looked at Concubine Kim before bowing in return. "I am pleased to see you as well, Concubine Kim."
1863 looked at 0 with a curious and suspecting look before he asked. "Were you spending time with my youngest brother, Concubine Kim?"
Concubine Kim nodded in reply, the emerald robes covering him whished with his movements. "His Highness, the fifth prince, was on his way to the library and it'd been so long since I came so he decided to accompany me. Do you wish to accompany us, third prince?"
The longer 1863 took in answering Concubine Kim's question, the faster the omega seemed to deflate and want to take back his offer, a sharp tangy scent of embarrassment started to fill where they stood and 0 couldn't help himself from glaring at his older brother, no short of snarling at the elder when his brother replied.
"If you and my dear brother, don't mind then I am grateful to be in your presence, Concubine Kim." Concubine KIm's spirits seemed to be immediately lifted at 1863's answer, nodding as he started talking about a book he wanted but was unable to obtain and refused to ask the Emperor to have it sent for him despite how much he wanted it.
"Which book is it, Concubine Kim?" 1863 seemed interested, 0 passing the books that Concubine Kim was too short to reach to him.
"Its a book of poems, written by Advisor Han's great grandfather; His Majesty mentioned to me that its one of his favorite collections, that he read it often when he was doing his governamental duties when he was still a prince.... I thought about reading them to him while he did work, sometimes His Grace allows me to be with him in the study as he works."
0 could imagine the sweet bell-like voice belonging to Concubine Kim chiming sweetly as he read poems in a calm and serene cadence to his father.
0̵ ̵c̵o̵u̵l̵d̵n̵'̵t̵ ̵r̵e̵s̵i̵s̵t̵ ̵t̵h̵e̵ ̵t̵e̵m̵p̵t̵i̵n̵g̵ ̵i̵m̵a̵g̵e̵ ̵o̵f̵ ̵C̵o̵n̵c̵u̵b̵i̵n̵e̵ ̵K̵i̵m̵ ̵r̵e̵a̵d̵i̵n̵g̵ s̵o̵m̵e̵t̵h̵i̵n̵g̵ ̵w̵h̵i̵l̵e̵ ̵h̵e̵ ̵w̵a̵s̵ ̵b̵e̵i̵n̵g̵ ̵b̵o̵u̵n̵c̵e̵d̵ ̵o̵n̵ ̵a̵ ̵c̵o̵c̵k̵ ̵o̵r̵ ̵b̵e̵i̵n̵g̵ ̵l̵i̵c̵k̵e̵d̵ ̵i̵n̵t̵o̵.̵
His father was an extremely lucky man and 0 envied him for having such a sweet omega to please him.
0 could imagine that his father enjoyed having Concubine Kim in the study with him as a reminder of what he'd enjoy once he was done working.
0 certainly knew that he'd think the same thing; listening to that calm voice and wondering how it would sound while being bred.
Would the voice crack? Would it start sobbing?
What a shame that 0 could never find out.
(He was certain that it would be lovely.)
1863 had a pensive look on his face before he spoke up. "I have a copy of the book in my study back at the estate. I could give it to you."
Concubine Kim's eyes lit up beautifully with joy. "Don't you want to exchange something in return, my prince? This is a huge favor, I don't feel comfortable leaving it like this."
1863 seemed to think about it before nodding. "When you come to read, allow me to accompany you. Even my little brother can be invited as well."
0 shot a look at his older brother, he was here first, how dare he intrude on his personal time with Concubine Kim?
"Oh that would be so nice!" Concubine Kim said excitedly.
He had confided to 0 that he had had a lonely childhood and especially ever since he had shown signs of maybe presenting as an omega or a beta instead of the alpha child his father was expecting; maybe 0 could share Concubine Kim's companionship was 1863, the omega did need friends and his older brother had not become a monk because their father and his maternal clan would've had his head if so.
1863 had no desires for worldly pleasures, he always seemed displeased when tittering omegas were placed in front of him.
If they hadn't seen him destroy his rooms during his first rut, they would've thought that 1863 was a beta.
(1863 wondered if Concubine Kim's neck tasted as sweet as it looked.
He wondered if his father had ever tried to lick Concubine Kim's cunt until he was drunk on it.
1863 was sure that he could get drunk off such a nice scent.)
"Your— ohfuckohfuckohfuck— Ah!" Kim Dokja squealed at the sharp slap to his cunt, hands holding his thighs to spread himself wide for the Emperor to watch his cunt as it dripped with slick.
"Language. How can you speak so crassly in front of me?" Plotter scolded Kim Dokja who teared up.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry— pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease, Your Grace, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease—" Kim Dokja pleaded as he arched his neck in a display of submission which satisfied Plotter very much.
"What do you want, my star?" Plotter crooned as his fingers tugged and pinched his clit, his mouth descending to suckle on Kim Dokja's nipple.
"A puppy— I want a puppy, Your Grace— please, can you give me one? I want one so badly."
Plotter chuckled, nipping on Kim Dokja's swollen nipple before pulling away to press a soft kiss against Kim Dokja's forehead, fingers picking up their pace as they played with his clit, making his omega squirm and whine and cry as he came. "Not yet, my star. Once your heat comes, I'll make sure to give you all the puppies your sweet heart desires. You’ll never spend a winter without a sweet pup suckling on your breast, another one or two tugging on your skirts begging for your attention and another pup growing in your womb."
Kim Dokja breathed harshly as soft whimpers slipped through his lips, looking up at Plotter with teary star filled eyes as the Emperor painted such a beautiful picture for his young bed partner who only desired to have his womb quickening with the seed of the man he adored with all of his heart. "Promise?"
"Of course, you'll look so pretty with my pups."
Kim Dokja purred, delighted, as he snuggled into Plotter's chest; the older alpha tried his best to ignore how his sons' scents clung to Kim Dokja as though they were trying to mark him with their scent.
His sons, oddly enough, seemed to get along quite well with Kim Dokja, especially his youngest. Kim Dokja enjoyed their company and Plotter was grateful that they spent time with his little wife when he was unable to.
Of course, Plotter knew that they were spending much time with Kim Dokja because they felt attracted to him but they kept their distance, knowing that Kim Dokja belonged to their father.
To a certain degree, they were respectful to him in that regard.
Plotter should reward his best excelling son; a treat of being able to fuck and knot their father's prized Concubine.
But he'd let them do it once Kim Dokja was pregnant; that way his sons could knot and cum inside him as much as they desired, Plotter knows that there would be no more lovely sight than OD's cunt; fucked swollen pink, dripping with slick and cum as the Gods intended for his cunt to be used.
"Your Highness, Fifth Prince, His Grace has summoned you." A eunuch popped up during 999's and 0's practice match, the younger alpha barely being able to parry successfully against his eldest brother's attacks, trying his best to ignore the rest of his brothers’ japing for him to give up.
999 stopped and simply stepped to the side when 0 lunged at him trying to take advantage of his brother's distraction, 0 immediately stumbling but managing not to fall over his feet.
"While I'd chide you for the dishonest nature of your attack, it would serve when you are faced with an even worse opponent." 999 commented as he stabilized 0 before shoving him towards the eunuch, who looked at him expectantly.
"Has His Grace mentioned why I have been summoned?" 0 questioned, handing over the practice sword to the guards who toil in the practice grounds.
The eunuch shook his head in denial, 0 frowned as 41 goaded 1863 into a practice match, the victor would go up against 1864 and then against 999. "Forgive me, Your Highness but His Grace did not inform me. He simply requested that the fifth prince be summoned."
0 shook his head before removing his training gloves and handing over his armor to his personal eunuch, turning around to look back at his father's eunuch. "Let's go then."
0 hoped that it wasn't to scold him; he had been managing everything well in his estate, his second in command had been sending him weekly reports by ravens on how the estate and region were still in top shape; no hushed murmurs of dissent over the Emperor nor himself.
If anything, his vassals were complaining more that the Emperor had yet to grant him permission to have a wife.
At his age, his father had already sired 999 and 41 —their mothers had been ladies from clans that had well hated each other and had antagonized each other during most of their time spend in the harem's walls; which was why his father had both women sent away after the month of seclusion for each of them, (999 had only been 4 months older than 41) citing that his sons had no need to be raised amongst such vitriol when they were both of his blood but everyone could see that it was to avoid either of their clans thinking that they could overpower the other with the Emperor's favor—, 1863 and 1864's mothers were already pregnant with them; 0 often had to hush his vassals for speaking so casually about trying to get him married so he could have sons while the head of the house was still healthy and hale with no heir announced since such an act was pretty much asking to be suspected of treason at some point.
Maybe his vassals had ignored his words and had sent letters of complaint to his father, requesting that he be allowed to marry, he was the fifth son of the Emperor with more prominent and worthy brothers than him, he wouldn't sit on the throne so how about letting him marry?
Not that 0 would marry any of their omega children; sadly his heart and alpha (and cock) were in love with his father's concubine, Kim Dokja.
He hoped that the heartbreak wouldn't ache so badly when the physicians announce Concubine Kim's pregnancy after his first heat.
The guards in front of his father's personal chambers looked over at him and then at the eunuch before letting him enter alone, the eunuch simply remained bowed as 0 entered.
His father's chambers had always been plain for an Emperor; 0 remembered that as a young pup, he once asked him about it and his father simply said that there was no use in spending large amounts of coin on his rooms, that it was best to use it on the realm.
His father's heavy rosewood mixed with ash and hints of wine clung to the room, reminding him of his young years as a small stumbling pup, roughhousing with his brothers on the carpets while his father wrote letters or read a book.
His father never seemed inclined to show any of them favoritism, most likely treating them equally to make sure that no one dared to even think of pitting them against one another. They wore the same high quality in robes, they all received the same kind of fierce sword training, they were all given classes by the finest scholars in the realm, they were all given fine warhorses for their namedays.
They were all equal so none was better than the other, they could all rule and would all be respected equally over it.
0 wondered if Concubine Kim gave him a son, would he immediately make that son the heir?
His father seemed quite enchanted by Concubine Kim and Concubine Kim was quite taken by his father as well.
His father had taken Concubine Kim with him to watch over their sword practice a few days ago; the sweet omega dressed in a vibrant lavender colored robes, embroidered with foxes chasing each other on the hem of his skirt, his hair held up in an elegant and dazzling style, ivory colored pearls dangled from his ears and hung from his neck, his face was left natural as his glimmering starry eyes were the accessory he could bestow on his person.
In the presence of their father, all the princes had straightened up, not joking around as they tended to when it was just the five of them.
But with the presence of a spectator such as Concubine Kim, it was as though they had followed their instincts and fought as though they were fighting to prove to an omega that they were the right choice for them, the right alpha to sire strong and healthy and sturdy pups, the right alpha to allow them to press a mating claim on that slender neck.
Concubine Kim looked worried every time one of them almost drew blood (their rules had always been that first blood drawn meant the end of the battle in favor of the one who had drawn blood) despite the Emperor's best efforts at calming him and telling him that everything was alright, that his sons were decorated warriors, a small mock fight wouldn't hurt them.
The longest and fiercest battle was between 999 and 41, as they had always been; Concubine Kim seemed at the edge of his seat on his father's lap, his hand tight around his father's as his knuckles turned white from how tight his grip was, his eyes couldn't look away from the fierce battle that 999 and 41 engaged in; it was as though they were dancing by how fast and efficient their moves were.
But eventually 999 had won the upper hand, slicing into 41's bicep with his sword, forcing his second eldest brother to drop his spear as he hissed at the sharp pain; the fight was immediately stopped and Concubine Kim had shot off their father's lap to immediately try to drag 41 so he could stitch up his wound.
It had been a bit hilarious to see how someone as small and frail like Concubine Kim tugged on 41's uninjured arm to drag him away to fix him up and 41 just following suit unprompted by their father.
It reminded 0 of a kitten tugging on a wolf.
But soon 0 felt envious of the soft way Concubine Kim spoke to 41, mentioning the best way he could've avoided the attack, praising him for his skills with a soft smile and teary eyes.
41 had simply nodded, humming and thanking his technically step-mother for stitching him up and for the advice to potentially beat 999 the next time they fought.
Concubine Kim smiled sweetly before he returned to his place on their father's lap, their father wiping away the tears that had threatened to slip from Concubine Kim's starry eyes.
(0 conveniently had looked away and missed the forlorn look in 41's eyes the moment Concubine Kim left)
Now 0 could recognize that there was another scent in his father's chambers; it was the sweet cherry blossom infused with book pages and morning dew scent that belonged to Concubine Kim.
The scent cloyed and filled the room, mixing well with his father's scent and 0 realized the reason as he walked deeper into his father's chambers.
He stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of a muffled moan, the sound of skin slapping against each other had finally registered in his mind; he hadn't even noticed the sounds from how drunk and enthralled he was by Concubine Kim's scent.
Concubine Kim's scent was filling up the room because his father was fucking him, filling him up as he desered to.
0 couldn't stop his feet as they got closer to view the image of his father and Concubine Kim on the large mattress, his breath hitched at the arousing sight in front of him.
Concubine Kim was in a perfect mating position, presenting himself on all fours for his father but his arms were weak and only his knees held him (that might be due thanks to the tight grip his father held on his hips), moaning and begging his father for more, for him to fuck his cunt, the pleas muffled into the mattress as he no longer had the strength to hold himself up.
Concubine Kim's skin was pink from the arousal, sweat glistened his skin beautifully, his thighs quivered from holding himself up.
His father looked at 0 with an almost devious look before he fucked Concubine Kim with a harsher pace, fucking his ass while shoving a small jade plug inside of Concubine Kim's cunt.
Concubine Kim shrieked at his father's rougher and faster pace, holding tightly onto the mattress as he whined for more and his father delivered.
0 wanted to protest that Concubine Kim should be fucked more gently but he knew that he wouldn't fuck him sweetly, he'd fuck him like his father was fucking him.
With the intent of breeding him full and fucking him stupid.
His father pressed his cock deeply against Concubine Kim's ass as he came inside of him, looking away from 0 to lean down and press a soft kiss on Concubine Kim's shoulder, parting away the hair that covered the side of his face that was (thankfully) looking away from where 0 stood to press another kiss on his cheek; Concubine Kim purred before he fell asleep (only the Heavens knew how long they were at it before he arrived), his father sighed fondly before tucking him in.
Once his omega was warm as he slept, his father threw him a look telling him to wait in the entrance of the chambers, 0 walked slowly there as his cock had hardened at the sight of the object of his desires getting fucked by the man he had inherited his looks from.
(0's mother had been the only one not to be sent away after giving birth to him since she had died giving birth to him; she'd been buried in the appropriate rites belonging to an Emperor's consort (having been elevated to the status of consort posthumously) in the mausoleum meant for his father once he died. He, like his brothers, had been told that they looked nothing like their mothers and that's how they knew that they were of Yoo blood.
When 0 was a pup, had barely passed his fourth nameday when he asked his father if there was anything he got from his mother, his father replied that he had inherited her gentle disposition.
So it wasn't hard for 0 to imagine himself fucking Concubine Kim as savagely as his father had fucked him but also chide himself for thinking in such a brute manner, as though he hadn't seen how frail and delicate Concubine Kim actually was.)
0 stood in the middle of the greetings room as his father entered, dressed in a pair of slacks along with a loose blood red robe covering his scar-ridden chest, to sit on the chair he had always sat on.
0 had sat next to that chair as he played with his brothers as a pup.
0 couldn't stand the overbearing silence as he spoke up. "I— Forgive me Father, Your Majesty, I did not know that you had Concubine Kim over for company but the guards did not mention anything about it— and I know that its no excuse but—"
"Will you apologize for coveting what belongs to me?" 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐾𝑖𝑚 𝐷𝑜𝑘𝑗𝑎, 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑢𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒?
0 stood there in silence at his father's question. "Father…. I never intended on acting on my feelings, I only meant to look from afar….. I swear to you, Father, that I was content with just wanting from afar."
His father looked at him before snorting at his answer. "So did you mean to just desire Kim Dokja from afar?"
0 swallowed before nodding. "How could I dare to steal something that belongs to my lord father, my Emperor?"
His father looked away before he sighed and replied. "And what kind of Emperor— what kind of father would I be knowing there's something you desired and never told me about?"
0 felt his mouth and throat go dry, his heart stopped at his father's words.
"You and your brothers were never very good at asking for things." His father spoke in a fond way as though 0 was asking him for a new horse in a roundabout way so his older brothers wouldn't feel slighted.
"But what you desire isn't something I can give freely." His father looked at him fondly before getting up from his chair to stand right in front of him; they were the same height (Yoos were always said to be tall, especially the men) but his father's build was thicker from all the battles he fought when he was younger.
His father placed his hands on 0's shoulders, his golden eye glimmered mischievously before he continued speaking. "Kim Dokja is my dearest concubine, once his first heat comes and I get him with child, he shall be made Empress." His father spoke fondly of his omega and the plans he had for him. "So he's not something I can share so easily with my sons, no matter how much love I have for you and your brothers, you know this, right 0?"
0 wanted to shake his head, wanted to protest that he didn't want this, that he was certain that he was okay with yearning from afar but no words slipped from his throat.
Because his father had always known him good enough.
0 nodded softly. "I know, father, I know."
His father's gaze softened a bit before he continued. "You're the first I've spoken about this with because, frankly, you've been very obvious."
"I beg father for his forgiveness." 0 felt embarrassed at the idea that everyone could see how he lusted and yearned for his father's wife.
Maybe Concubine Kim hadn't noticed, he was the same age as 0 so he must have the same lack of idea as he did.
"You've been obvious to me, boy. Not everyone else, I'm certain that if I ask your brothers, they'll refuse the idea."
"If you prove that you're worthy, I shall allow you to fuck Kim Dokja." 0 felt his mouth water at the idea, mind already taking him back to how lovely Concubine Kim looked as he was fucked by his father.
"But how can I do such a thing?" 0 questioned; 999 had already done the greatest glory any of them could hope to achieve.
What could 0 do?
His father smirked at him before he replied. "You'll have to surprise me; you don't have to have people singing songs about you. Do something that I'll be surprised by when I receive the missive."
"But you must be swift as well. Your brothers will also be informed of this since when have I ever only granted one of you the opportunity to make me proud?"
"His Highness, the Fifth Prince has returned healthy and hale after annihilating the grand serpent that threatened our lands!" The eunuch announced as 0 walked in the throne room, his brothers stood near their father as they looked at him with pride.
His father gave him an approving look as he got closer to the throne where his father sat, Concubine Kim sat next to him, looking overjoyed at the sight of 0.
0 tried his best to not feel heartbreak at the way Concubine Kim's hand came over to rest at the small swell under his robes.
If anything, he should feel pride over what might happen next.
0 knelt down before his father and his father's wife. "Your Majesty, I have returned with the head of the serpent, the scholars have said that the fangs of the creature can be used for healing properties so I thought it best for my lord father to possess them."
"Good, good." His father praised.
"And as I was exploring the cavern for more serpents, I found the beast's treasure trove. And I saw so many beautiful things that I believed would suit the Royal Mother perfectly. I have had them sent to your chambers, Royal Mother, as I desired to let you know how happy I am at the news of your pregnancy."
Concubine Kim's face flushed but he nodded in acceptance. "I thank you, fifth prince, but the best gift for me and your lord father would've been if you came back to us unharmed, which you did, and that is enough for me. But thank you for the gifts, I thank you deeply."
His father smiled before he spoke up. "The fifth prince has proven himself, as I never doubted, for he is of my blood."
After court was adjourned, Concu— Consort Kim made his way down the steps of the throne to where 0 stood; he was a beautiful vision dressed in beautiful cobalt blue robes, body adorned with glistening sapphires, his hair pulled up in a high bun with a few strands delicately framing his neck to expose the Emperor’s mating bite on his neck, his hand delicately held the small baby bump on his lower belly.
He had received a missive from 999 mentioning how Consort Kim had fallen pregnant after spending his first heat with their father, the man having claimed him in the same week as well.
"My prince, I'm so glad you're safe." Consort Kim smiled at him, grabbing his callused hands in his soft ones.
"I am glad that I am safe as well, Consort Kim." 0 smiled in reply before asking. "I hope my sibling isn't making much of a fuss for you."
"No, it's a sweet pup!"
Consort Kim defended the pup in his belly. "Although it has been making me eat more."
"That's a good thing, Consort Kim. If you are healthy then the pup will also be very healthy; a large chubby and rosy cheeked pup." 1864 commented with pride as he stood next to them.
Consort Kim bit his lower lip before nodding in agreement. "You're right, fourth prince."
"Brother, how about we get ready for tonight's feast? You reek of the travel." 1864 teased him a little bit as he dragged him away, Consort Kim waving him goodbye.
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After the feast had been over, Consort Kim had retired to his chambers before the Emperor had called off the feast, citing that he would rest early due to the pup.
0 couldn't ignore the flush that came across Consort Kim's cheeks a few minutes before when his father had most likely whispered something in Consort Kim's ears.
They were sitting beside each other, Consort Kim speaking animatedly to the lords that gave his father their congratulations and respects for having such a worthy son and a lovely omegan consort.
Although 0 was annoyed by the lords telling his father that they hoped that the pup was another son, the look on Consort Kim's face was of sadness; Consort Kim would love the pup no matter what, 0 would love the pup no matter what and he was certain that his father would love it even if it were a small pitiful thing that would have to be taken care of like fine silk or delicate ornate glass.
The lords were rude for saying such things to a first-time mother.
(0 wanted to cut and gift their rude tongues to Consort Kim so he'd know that 0 would always be on his side.)
0 found himself being led to Consort Kim's chambers by his father, the rest of his brothers following behind as they grumbled that it wasn't fair that 0 would go first.
"When have I ever respected the order in which you were born?" Their father drawled with a bored tone in response to their grumbling and bickering.
He hadn't ever done it; the first time one of them served as regent in their father's place while he was busy suppressing a rebellion was 1863 because he was the best prepared at the time for such a duty; the first time one of them led a battalion on their own was 41; their father never treated them any differently because of who was older.
It made sense that even in such a situation, his father would not respect their order of birth.
As they arrived at the entrance to Consort Kim's chambers, his father had the guards dismissed, citing that there was no need for them if they were there to protect his consort and the pup.
The delicately organized chambers smelled completely of Consort Kim's cherry blossom scent, the chambers were relatively plain for a Consort but Consort Kim only dressed up ornately because his father liked seeing him in the expensive robes he had commissioned for him; the chambers was littered with stacks of books all around, pieces of paper stained with writing ink or paint, a rosewood gayageum placed gingerly on top of a desk.
"Your Grace, are you here already?" Consort Kim called out from his bedchamber, making his way out dressed in a moon silk robe, the fabric being delicate and so thin they could see almost everything underneath.
His father made his way to where Consort Kim stood with a flush to press a kiss on his forehead, leaning down to whisper something that made Consort Kim lightly smack him on the shoulder with a soft giggle before he pulled away and made his way to 0, extending a hand out for him to grab.
"My prince, would you like to accompany me?"
And now 0 was straddling Consort Kim's body as he licked into his mouth which still tasted like the plum blossom pastries the chefs had made for the feast; Consort Kim's breath hitched and whined with every suck and lick to his mouth, to the roof of his mouth.
"Consort Kim—" 0 started but was silenced by the kiss pressed to his neck by Consort Kim before the older whispered in his ear.
"You can call me Dokja, my prince. Consort Kim is too much of a mouthful and I doubt your father will mind or do you mind, my love?"
His father snorted from his place on a chair, paging through one of Consort Kim's many books although 0 knew that almost all of his attention was on 0 and how he was touching his wife. "If I minded such a thing, 0 wouldn't be here in your bed, my star."
"Dokja." 0 whispered out, loving the way Consort Kim's name sounded when his breath emitted the sound, he repeated the name like a child would when they got taught a new word, pressing a kiss and nip to the skin as he traveled downwards Consort Kim's body, hand slipping into Consort Kim's robes delighting in the soft skin, tweaking and pinching a nipple as Consort Kim moaned softly.
"I want to taste you, Dokja— can I taste you, please?" 0 whispered into the curve of Consort Kim's neck, breath ghosting over his father's claim mark.
Consort Kim nodded, fingers tangling into 0's thick messy curls as the younger lowered down until he was face to face with Consort Kim's dripping wet cunt, it was cute and pink, swollen from how much it desired to be used.
Well, he couldn't keep the poor thing waiting, could he?
0 laved and sucked Consort Kim's clit, delighting in the high pitched whimpers and whines, tightening his thighs around 0's face, 0 could absently hear his father's voice telling Consort Kim to breathe and allow 0 to have his sweet dessert, that he had earned it through his victories.
0 slipped a finger inside of his cunt, amazed in how wet and warm Consort Kim was; soon he had four fingers inside of his cunt, loving the sweet mewls slipping from Consort Kim's throat as he begged 0 to fuck him.
"Ask him nicely, my star." 0 could hear his father chiding Consort Kim who replied with a sad whimper before he begged so sweetly.
"Pleasepleasepleaseplease— my prince, please— i want your knot— please—" 0 immediately pulled his fingers out of Consort Kim's cunt, grabbing the older's waist tightly as he pushed his cock inside of the warm cunt.
0 could feel his blood boil at the high pitched squeal Dokja made at being full with cock, his mouth opened in a perfect 'o' as drool trickled from the corner of his lips, tears slipping down his cheeks like raindrops trailing down mottled ivory, his arms wrapped themselves around 0's shoulders.
0 could only groan in approval as he fucked slowly into Dokja's cunt, stilling at the pressure of a hand clasping his nape as though scruffing him like an unruly pup; the way his father had to do when 1863’s and 1864’s bickering went too far, 999 making sure that 0 was far from the line of fire as the two tussled and bickered before tumbling around as they fought, their father would always sigh before leaning down to scruff the both of them.
"0, don't be so gentle. You've seen with your own eyes that my star can take it." His father spoke softly, nails scratching lightly at the skin of his nape before letting him go. "Or should I allow one of your brothers to instruct you?"
The idea of having to pull out of such a nice cunt without knotting it and to have to watch one of his brothers knot and cum in it had 0 pounding inside of Dokja's cunt with a frenzied fervor, shoving Dokja's body into a mating press as he fucked him.
"yesyesyesyesyesyesyes— sogoodsogoodsogood— moremoremoremoremore— my prince, it feels so good—" Dokja's voice broke as it whimpered while begging him for more.
Begging 0 to ruin his cunt, to leave him wide and gaping for whoever wanted to go next.
The idea had 0's knot swelling faster than it should be allowed to.
His hands held tightly onto Dokja's waist, adding new bruises to the bruises his father left on him; delighting in how Dokja held the small swell of his belly in one hand while digging his nails into 0's shoulder with the other hand, having successfully managing to cut deep enough for blood to spill and stain his nails.
0 liked it; he felt claimed by his father’s bitch.
"If father ever lets me, I'll fuck a puppy into you. Wouldn't you like that?"
The way Dokja's scent spiked almost incontrollably at the idea of being bred with more pups had 0 snickering as he fucked harsher into Dokja, leaning down to snarl and kiss him before gleefully asking, delighting in the way Dokja’s small breasts (small things that were just starting to fill up with milk for his puppy) bounced almost imperceptibly with every thrust. "Do you want your sons to fuck more puppies into you, Royal Mother?"
Dokja cried as he nodded, digging his heels into 0's back to make sure that not a single drop of cum would trickle out once 0 came inside of him.
"My star is such a good bitch, already thinking of being bred so well, aren't you?" His father crooned from where he sat next to Dokja, leaning down to kiss Dokja before leaning back up to lean forward to whisper in 0's ear. "You can do it, my son. Knot him well for your brothers to take later."
Dokja was already mewling as he came on 0's cock, his knot popping in and out of Dokja's tightening spasming cunt. 0 couldn't help the growl as his knot finally couldn't be pulled out as he finally came inside of Kim Dokja’s wet tight cunt, feeling the desire and yearning of months being unloaded into Dokja's cunt.
What a shame that Dokja was already bred with a pup by his father.
One day, if he did well, he'd be allowed by his father to breed Dokja so well with another pup, another pup that would make him glow so beautifully and perfectly.
0 leaned forward to kiss Dokja, his hips still twitching as he rode out his own climax into Dokja.
Dokja mewled and whimpered once 0's knot had reduced enough for him to pull out without hurting him, his folds were swollen red and his hole was puffy as it trickled slick and cum from it, Dokja's entire body twitched from how good it felt to take an alpha's knot out of his heat cycle.
0 laid down next to Dokja and took his lips one more time as he saw 41 slip between his spread legs to shove himself inside him.
0 pulled away so his brothers could also listen to the delightful symphony produced by Dokja's sweet bell-like voice as 41 fucked him like a savage beast. 0 sat up and allowed for 1864 to sit where he had laid to make Dokja sit up and grabbed his legs to spread them for 41 to have easier access for him to fuck into.
"Mother, am I doing well?" 41 hissed into Dokja's ear, rapidly fucking the omega while one of 1864's hands came up to tug and pinch Dokja's nipples, stimulating it so much that a small trickle of milk slipping from it.
Dokja mewled sweetly before moaning loudly at 1864's cock pushing into his ass; soon the two were fucking him at the same rough pace, but 41 liked to tease Dokja while 1864 seemed to only care about being able to fuck their father's wife stupid.
"My prince— my prince—"
"Hmm? What's the matter, mother? Are you glad? You're so full with us and you look perfect." 1864 crooned softly into Dokja's shoulder.
Dokja could only nod, 0 understood why his brothers immediately moved to fuck Dokja after watching him; the sight of such a beautiful omega being drowned in pleasure, being fucked stupid and full with cum was an almost indescribable feeling.
It was arousing and filled his veins with fire.
999 and 1863 had taken Dokja like one would actually take an omega when trying to breed them, Dokja mewling and crying for more, for them to go faster.
It was perfection.
Dokja was perfection incarnate.
No wonder their father had decided to share him with them.
"Your Majesty, the second and fifth prince have arrived. They've come to give their congratulations." The eunuch serving Empress Kim came close to where he stood watching over the pup in the crib.
"Let them in." Empress Kim smiled, dressed in intrinsic ruby red robes embroidered with golden phoenixes and butterflies, his hair held up with ruby adorned golden hairpins.
"Royal Mother, I am glad to see you are healthy and well after the seclusion month." 41 spoke kindly as he and 0 bowed to Empress Kim who immediately waved them away, his face appalled and shocked at the alpha’s words.
"No need, no need, my princes!" 0 snickered at Empress Kim's reaction.
"May we know what our little sibling is? We'll love it nonetheless." 0 spoke kindly as he spotted the crib filled with soft blankets, and could see the faint movements of the bundled-up pup who was already awake and desiring its mother’s sweet scent and warmth already.
Normally the pup's gender was announced before the month long seclusion so the father wouldn't be disappointed if the pup's gender wasn't the one they desired but since the Emperor had declared that he would love it no matter what, he said that he did not mind learning the gender once he was allowed to hold the pup in his arms.
Empress Kim blushed as they made their way to the crib, leaning down to pick up the yipping pup that immediately settled at the scent of its mother so close to it. "It's a sweet girl, His Majesty named her Biyoo."
Empress Kim angled his arms in a way in which 41 and 0 would both be able to take a good look at the pup's features. A beautiful pup that seemed to have inherited most of Empress Kim's features except for the unruly mop of thick hair that covered the pup's head.
Biyoo cooed as she nuzzled into her mother's chest, snuffling as though searching for milk.
Empress Kim looked at the pup with so much love in his eyes as he sat down and undid the top of his robes, exposing unmarred ivory skin (and their father must've been fussy at the fact that he was unable to chew up Kim Dokja like he normally was able to do) and angled the pup to start suckling on his small breast.
"You don't have a wetnurse?" 41 asked, hands absently tugging on the pup's tiny feet which were covered in the blanket.
"How could I? She's my first pup, I want her to only know me, not someone else." Empress K— Dokja huffed as Biyoo nursed on him, small hands refusing to let go of her mother's robes.
0 hummed approvingly, hooking his chin over Dokja's shoulder to press a soft kiss on his cheek. "Then once our dearest Biyoo is done feeding, can we have a taste too, Royal Mother? I don't think it's fair that she's the only one that gets to drink."
Dokja flushed before he nodded his head jerkily.
41 leaned down to press a kiss against Dokja's temple. "I can't wait for father to let us fuck another pup in you, its not fair for our dear little sister to be lonely, a princess needs little siblings as well."
Dokja couldn't deny the flare up in his scent; while for now, even if they fucked, he couldn't get pregnant due to him nursing the pup, soon enough they'd be arguing to see who got to sire Dokja's second pup.
Maybe they should duel for it.... nah Dokja would faint instead of getting aroused.