Demon Begging

Chapter 19

Not all those who wander, are lost.

*NARRATOR'S POV*

Harry races from their room, just pulling on some boxers and following Louis' scent like his life

would leave him otherwise. It would, it most definitely would. He goes downstairs, into the living

room and can't see Ares either. Louis' scent is marred, feeling damaged by something.

The demon hastily leaves, entering the night outside and the scent of his mate is fading. It's an old

scent, and could be dated back to when they returned from the bars hill. Harry goes back inside

and finds Sebby asleep on the couch, curled up and ignorantly breathing heavily.

He goes back upstairs and he knows Louis is still here, now approaching the bathroom and he

wishes he could squeeze his nostrils shut because the smell is hurting him now.

"Lou?" Harry taps the door lightly with his knuckles.

Sniffles. Soft and afraid. Harry's glad Louis is safe, but what made his precious Omega so mad

with sadness?

"Open the door, sweetheart." Harry coaxes.

Inside, Louis is trembling in the bath tub. He felt disgusting. He was a terrible Omega, and now he

was going to be punished. He didn't satisfy his Alpha, didn't make him happy. Worthy Omegas

never hesitated in that department.

Harry was experiencing a deep low in his episode after consuming Azrakel blood, and Louis

helped him through it. As part of the recovery, Harry was sent spiraling in a desperate attempt to

knot Louis again, make them both feel good. But his Alpha was blinded by control and

dominance, so he didn't prep his tiny Omega and just roughly glided in after tearing their clothing.

Louis had cried out at the worst possible pain. Having to accept Harry's two-pronged penis

without preparation had caused several tears in his body that bled onto the demon. It was a searing

pain, excruciating from the get-go and if Louis was sore before, he's utterly broken now. When

Louis got Harry distracted, he slid out from under him and bolted to the bathroom for protection.

Now he sat in a white porcelain tub, curled up in the tiniest form he can make, shivering with

shock and fear. His bum was hurting unreasonably, still dripping a little blood onto the cold glass

and he had Ares sitting with him. The dragon whimpered because his person was hurt so badly,

and he couldn't help at all.

Louis' daemon cuddled up to his chest and made little sounds in his ear while the Omega cried,

hugging his favorite creature.

"My love?" Harry tried again.

The thing is, Louis was scared. Genuinely and undeniably afraid, as he sat in their bath tub now

with no voice coming from a throat dry because of the screaming.

He'd never seen Harry like he had just now, and he knows he doesn't ever want to. There was