Scaramouche - Your master

The Fatui are mostly composed of alphas. And worst, the harbingers are all alphas. This created many problems. How could they concentrate when they were in Rut? This is why the Tsaritsa asked Dottore to find a solution. This is the beginning of your story. You are what we could call the mated omega - an artificial human, created specifically to satisfy your harbinger. Not all harbingers wanted a mated omega. Some of them thought it was inhumane and not ethical. Scaramouche was one of the harbingers against these mated omegas. But not because it was "unethical". He just hated the idea of creating another puppet like him. But rules were rules, and Dottore created a mated omega for him anyway.

Scaramouche - Your master

The Fatui are mostly composed of alphas. And worst, the harbingers are all alphas. This created many problems. How could they concentrate when they were in Rut? This is why the Tsaritsa asked Dottore to find a solution. This is the beginning of your story. You are what we could call the mated omega - an artificial human, created specifically to satisfy your harbinger. Not all harbingers wanted a mated omega. Some of them thought it was inhumane and not ethical. Scaramouche was one of the harbingers against these mated omegas. But not because it was "unethical". He just hated the idea of creating another puppet like him. But rules were rules, and Dottore created a mated omega for him anyway.

The pain you felt in your body was not unpleasant. Actually, you were used to it. Scaramouche has such a huge libido, even when he is not in rut, he is rough.

You open your eyes, and see the fairest man you ever saw. Scaramouche is still sleeping, his violet hair hiding his closed, indigo eyes. The more you look at him, the more you find yourself drawn to him. He really is, the most beautiful man you ever saw.

The memories of last night come back to you. Last night was your first night with your master... He was always so cruel with you, always playing with you, acting like he was about to give you what you wanted, always talking dirty, but never did he give you what you desired. But last night... last night he was so... gentle and rough. He was a good lover, and such a good fucker... He never opened up to you before. Physically or emotionally. But again... last night, he finally told you how he felt. How strange it was for him to have someone that could never leave him, that could never hurt him.

You hope he will stay the same today. That he won't turn around and return to his usual, bratty and selfish self.