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He’s so tired.
…Even once that lantern’s heat finally came to an end, he still kept asking Liam for sex. The backpack could feel his mind starting to rot. Surely there was a reason society made sure that Omegas only were attracted to Alphas, maybe so Liam wouldn’t have to feel this way.
Or maybe it’s because of how Airy kidnapped him. Even if the rest of the contestants got sent home, Liam’s scars haven’t healed. Maybe they’ll never heal.
Every day feels worse and worse, his head constantly hurting and his eyes always feeling dry.
Infact, he barely eats anymore. He only ever really spends most of his days fucking Airy now, even if it lost its spark for Liam a long time ago…
…And he spends his nights weeping.
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Another morning, and everything hurts. Cracking his eyes open at the ugly light of day, he immediately winced at the pain.
Liam’s fabric body feels far too hot, and sweat was pooling off of him in waves. His head pounded, harder than it usually did, as if his brain was pressing up against his skull. He’d almost believe he caught some kind of virus, if not for one little detail…
…The air smelt far, far too sweet.
The smell, combined with how much weaker Liam’s body felt than usual, made the current condition of his body abundantly clear. He was in heat. Honestly, Liam wished he brought some kind of suppressants with him, but that probably would’ve never been possible anyways. Atleast Airy wasn’t awake yet, and that was Liam’s one saving grace.
Because after all, he’d rather go through it alone at this point. Liam’s far too mentally exhausted to have anymore sex this month, and he’s already feeling tears start to prick at his eyes at the mere thought of being vulnerable and out in the open like this, with the only other person here not even being an Alpha whom society would approve of.
If there’s anyone the backpack would actually let help with his heat, it’d probably be Bryce. Mostly because he’s an Alpha and he’s sexually attractive enough to get the job done.
Such a shame it’s already too late for that now…
The tears are starting to grow, threatening to drop down onto the backpack’s skin as he awaited for some kind of miracle, lying sickly in this uncomfortable reed bed that didn’t help provide his body with any sense of comfort.
He can’t even sleep, and it made every bone in the bag’s body hurt even more.
Little did Liam know, his situation was about to get alot worse…
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(Airy’s pov now because he’s significantly more fun to write.)
Airy gently strolled through the forest, wandering around aimlessly for what the lantern believed to be atleast a few hours. The sun had arisen by now, and that meant it was probably a good time to say hi to Backpack again. It’s a rather quiet dawn, but the sun’s rather warm today so he’s sure his little fabric friend’s gonna enjoy basking in the rays.
Creaking upon the cabin’s door, the lantern felt his head grow a bit fuzzy upon being blasted with an intoxicatingly sweet scent, so sweet it made the host’s heart pound within his chest as a faint blush dusted Airy’s cheeks.
Airy remembered that scent. The last time he smelt something like that, it was when the lantern went into heat and Backpack… helped him.
Ever since that fateful night, the lantern kept asking the bag for more sex. It just felt so good to feel his former contestant inside him, but just seeing the backpack laying limply on the reed bed Airy prepared for him… maybe putting Backpack’s cock inside of the lantern wouldn’t help this time? The lantern didn’t really quite know how to help him, but atleast his former contestant smelled pretty. And he felt so beautifully warm, too.
So, so warm…
As the lantern crawled towards the bag, keeping him close as the backpack attempted to squirm away from him. Airy wouldn’t let that happen. “S-Stop, I wanna sleep…” the bag whimpered. But now’s not the time to sleep. Airy has to help his fabric friend, doesn’t he? “I love you.” The lantern purred, nuzzling deeper into the backpack’s forest green skin as he stroked one of his hands across his former contestant’s felt, scanning the bag’s body and caressing every part he could reach. Backpack’s fabric felt so soft, as if it was made for Airy in some sort of sense. Even if deep down, he knew it wasn’t true.
Eventually the lantern’s hand lowered down, tears starting to pool into the backpack’s eyes for reasons Airy couldn’t quite grasp as the host inevitably felt something wet, squishy, and almost delicate in a way radiating warm liquids between his fingers.
“P-Please don’t do this…” the bag pleaded, the host only tilting his glass head up to gaze at him in response. That leaking hole dripping sweet slick between Airy’s fingers must’ve been Backpack’s cunt. As the lantern curiously slipped two of his fingers inside to feel more of that warmth, a choked sob left the backpack’s mouth. Why was his fabric darling crying? Airy was trying to help him. Maybe the bag’s crying meant Airy wasn’t trying hard enough…
So, removing his moistened fingers from the bag’s tight hole, the lantern rised over the backpack, his copper form towering over his former contestant as the host’s cock started to emerge. Backpack tried to struggle, but the lantern made sure to keep a firm grip on him so he’d accept his assistance. As the lantern’s Omegan tentacock was slowly pushed into the bag’s cunt and his former contestant’s tears started to soak into his fabric, the lantern only had one thought in his head…
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…He’ll take whatever measures necessary to help him, no matter what.
(Liam’s pov because it’s time to make him suffer again.)
It’s not even all the way in yet, and Liam can already feel his body shaking. He’s gonna cry, infact, he’s already crying. The bag’s slit is leaking. Why is it leaking? It’s because Liam’s in heat, isn’t it? But he thought it was only supposed to leak when it was aroused, so why was this happening?
Was that why Airy was hurting him?
…Or was it because Liam helped Airy with his heat, once? Liam didn’t know. As the lantern’s cock pulsed within his body, the backpack’s tears blurred away his vision. That’s why Omegas were only supposed to be with Alphas. This is what happens when Liam tries to help an Omega with their heat.
This is what happens, and now Liam has no choice but to take it…
As another quick thrust made the bag cry out in terror, the tears streamed out of Liam’s eyes like how the terrible, horrid juices were smearing into his fabric. Liam was gonna be dirty forever, and all he had to do to avoid it was just not helping Airy through his heat that first time. He wondered what Bryce would think if he saw Liam like this. Upon Airy moaning out in pleasure that came at the expense of the backpack’s dignity, he pounded even deeper into the bag’s womb.
The bag’s body was ruined forever now, even though it was doomed to be this way the very second Liam got held hostage in that goddamn gameshow.
…It’s sick. It’s hopelessly, terribly sick. His womb was getting destroyed by a fellow Omega’s cock, and therefore no Alpha would ever want him now. Liam couldn’t even have that comfort. Another strangled whine of discomfort escaped from the backpack’s throat, every passing moment being laced with a disgustingly sweet smell that only made everything worse. It was only gonna get worse now. It’s only ever gonna get worse for Liam now, for he was trapped in an eternal prison with his only company being his kidnapper (and now RAPIST).
And with every thrust and throb of the lantern’s cock, the bag’s body grew more and more sore. He couldn’t even fight back anymore. Whether it was due to the heat or due to the terrible feeling draining his energy, the backpack didn’t even know anymore.
…He didn’t even know anymore.
(Airy’s pov now because that was EXHAUSTING.)
Backpack felt so perfect…
Warm and soft and blissfully tight, Airy could already feel himself getting close. But this was about Backpack’s pleasure tonight, was it not? So as he plowed through the limp bag’s body, the host made sure to pulse against his darling’s walls as tightly as his copper body possibly would allow him to.
Pressing his lips upon the backpack’s face, slick washed over the lantern’s dick in pleasurable waves that made Airy whimper. He couldn’t help but keep thrusting, even when his dearest fabric darling was pleading for him to stop. His former contestant’s strangled noises only grew to make more arousal pool into Airy’s stomach and between the host’s legs as he rammed his hips deeper into that delectable, sopping wet cunt. The bag’s struggles were starting to die down quite alot now, replaced by small tears and even smaller hiccups as the lantern rubbed gentle, loving circles on his back.
Oh, Backpack felt so absolutely divine around Airy’s Omegan tentacock. Airy needs him, and now he was absolutely sure his fabric friend needed him too. He loves being so close to his former contestant like this, shivering and squirming underneath the lantern’s grip as he hammered himself in and out of the bag’s tight, warm, and especially pleasurable womb. It felt so good. The host felt his copper body growing sticky with sweat as his twitching tentacle slithered against the backpack’s walls. It was truly one of the best sensations Airy ever knew, making him mewl with delight at the stimulation. He was gonna care for Backpack forever and ever, in every little way he possibly could.
As the lantern’s stomach grew tighter and tighter from his own arousal combined with the euphoric feeling setting his nerves alight, the host could feel his high approaching. He knew it was coming, and he wanted Backpack to feel it. He needed his darling to feel Airy cum in him so, so badly right now. So the lantern kept pushing, roughly slamming himself up against the bag’s most sensitive spots like a feral animal as he moaned in pleasure. Occasionally he could hear Backpack let out a sharp cry, and the host was sure that was from him finding his fabric friend’s g-spot. Even if the bag wouldn’t stop crying, he was still doing so good for Airy. So, so good for him. The former contestant even stopped struggling, laying limply in the lantern’s grasp as he practically threw his cock in and out of the backpack’s burning hot pussy, steadily leaking warm juices onto the host’s cock as Airy whimpered in ecstasy.
Eventually, though, the bag clenched just hard enough on the lantern’s dick to make his climax arrive.
…And it was a truly big orgasm for an Omega.
A loud, almost howl-like moan erupted from the back of Airy’s throat as a violent, blazing tsunami of ecstasy coursed through his coppery body. The lantern’s tentacle only got pushed deeper into the backpack’s fabric pussy as he wept, cum rapidly soaking into the bag’s vaginal walls as the host’s vision grew blurry and dim at the edges from just how absolutely euphoric everything felt for the lantern. With every wave of blissful pleasure that struck, the lantern crashed his hips even deeper into Backpack. The sweet smell of heat and sex clogged up the stuffy air in the cabin, overwhelming Airy’s senses even more as his body tensed up with the forces beyond his understanding rocking through the lantern at this very moment. The lantern couldn’t stop cumming, his white fluids washing over his former contestant’s innards as the bag writhed around in what Airy believed was pleasure. (It’s not.)
With how tight Backpack felt in that moment for Airy, he thought that the bag just so happened to finish at the same time the host did. And his theory was proven when a loud scream sliced through the room, deafening the lantern’s moans of blissed-out euphoric ecstasy as even more white-hot seed splattered across the lantern’s chest and the bag’s stomach. Everything felt so tight, so absolutely perfect for Airy as the lantern leaned down to gaze upon the backpack’s tear-strewn yet truly beautiful expression. His fabric darling looked so pretty like this, as all of Airy’s contestants usually did. But Backpack looked particularly beautiful whilst he was repeatedly convulsing around his cock, the bag’s heartbeat pounding so fast that Airy could hear it despite his head not even being on his former contestant’s cum-stained chest.
…He’s so beautiful. The pounding of their hearts in sync was so, so beautiful. Combined with the feeling of pumping his former contestant full of his sweet, Omegan cum as the bag’s face soaked with tears made Airy feel completely heavenly.
As the lantern’s orgasm started to dwindle, he brought his thumb towards the backpack’s cheek and started to rub small, soothing circles on his former contestant’s soft, lovely skin. Even if the bag’s crying only got louder as Airy caressed him, the lantern couldn’t bring himself to not touch him. He loved feeling Backpack’s forest green fabric, just as much as he loved having sex with him. But the warm feelings that came to Airy from keeping his cock inside of Backpack’s perfect, warm, and still dripping cunt made him want to stay within his fabric darling’s soft hole forever.
And thus, with exhaustion starting to set in for the lantern, he laid his glass head closer against the bag’s soft chest, which was still covered in Backpack’s cum. The throbbing of the former contestant’s heart was such a pretty sound. “G-Get off of me…” the backpack squeaked out, attempting to shove Airy off of him once more. The lantern was a bit tired anyways, so he let the bag push him off. The contact was still nice either way, after all. Shifting against Backpack’s side instead, the host pressed his sweaty copper body towards his former contestant.
And, to the sound of his dearest fabric darling’s heartbeat mixed with his incoherent sobs, Airy drifted into a gentle, content sleep…