Wait...What? Omega!? - Rewritten

Chapter 5

-Before the Galra attack-

In the halls of a mothership galaxies away a sinister plan had been quietly brewing. There was a young and eager prince that had recently received wonderful news that his dear old father was on his deathbed. He was brought in temporarily to fill the hole that had formed within the empires great rule, and once he got the first taste of power, he was never going back. The prince wanted everything; the crown, the quintessence, an omega but most importantly unwavering control to do as he desired, no matter how cruel. He was an Alpha after all, he deserved nothing less.

Entering his extravagant bedroom, the prince began to disrobe, unlatching his armour, then placed it on the stand and made his way over the bathroom to freshen up. Just like the bedroom, the bathroom was ornate and huge. There was a large open shower in one corner and in the other there was a spa bath that could comfortably fit four people inside, a toilet quite similar to the ones on earth, lastly a vanity unit that spanned one of the walls. Prince Lotor turned on water and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the aches of combat training from earlier in the day.

Lotor's POV

I do believe I am quite the genius; I mean my father had the brawn in our family and my mother...let's not talk about her, but I, I have the cunning to pull of something that not even the great emperor Zarkon could think of. Tearing apart Voltron from the inside out.

There is something that I found interesting after first encountering Voltron, the way in which they strategized was for the most part subpar, good at best, but when things got heated there was always a comment or too from the blue paladin that seemed to refocus the conversation. Through replaying droid footage, I had pieced together multiple instances where he had also given a shoulder touch here and gentle smile there, there always seemed to be this air of peace around him. Ticks me off. So, I did what any cleaver galran would do, I disguised myself as one of my fathers subordinates and went directly into the fight. It really was pathetically easy to get up close and personal with the paladins and once I had him in my senses, I could instantly tell that he was omega. You see Galra have far superior senses to many other species, and we can usually tell someone's dynamic just from how they move and talk, but this paladin's scent was all to clear.

Now in a moment of peace I can formulate the perfect way to destroy Voltron for good. If I take the blue paladin from them and claim him as mine, not only will they be short a member to form the defender, but they will also loose the supposed calm and stability that an omega can provide to a pack. This in turn would cause Voltron to become agitated and reckless with decision, clouding basic communications and triggering the break down of their team. Voltron will be no more, and I will have gained a new toy to use however I see fit.

-Back to Present Day-

Lances POV

"Hmnnn..." What....

There is something soft pressing against my chest, it feels silky. I move my hand across the surface and the cold temperature is contrasting the overwhelming heat that my body is producing. What happened, why do I feel so hot? It is so quiet making me believe that I am alone here. My lungs are tight and it is hard to breathe every time I try it sends a rush through my body.

"Aghh...haa~" The rush flooding through me makes my eyes shoot open. My stomach is tying in knots and my heads all foggy calling for some kind of release, but I don't know what. Now that my eyes are open, I can see a purple light illuminating surfaces in the room, there isn't too much that I can make out with them being fuzzy but I know for a fact that I am on bed of some kind. It is really plush with pillows lining the bedhead and blankets at the other end. I haven't felt a bed like this since being in space. What is this place and how did I end up here?

The last thing that I can recall is crashing into the black lion. I think we were in a battle but I'm not really sure why. As I am trying to remember the circumstances that lead me here a deep need for pleasure crosses my mind causing my body to arch back and my toes to curl, the sheets gliding across my body making it so much more intense. I can barely catch my breath.

"Haah....uuh OH~"

Heat. That's right my heat was starting when we went into battle, but I don't recognise anything here, why is everything purple. The only people I know that have purple on everything is the galra, but I can't be on one of their ships can I, surely not. Fighting my body's urge to stay put I slowly with much struggle got up and made my way over to the doors, stretching out my shaky hand I went to pull on the handle only to find that it won't budge.

"J-just my luck..haa~" Deep breaths Lance. Remain calm, the team will come for you soon.

Holy fuck heats suck, its only just started and feel like I am going to drop into a puddle of mush, so pathetic and disgusting. Evolution must have really had it out for omegas. Deciding that its best if I go and lay back down, I start walking to the bed using any furniture as a support to hold me up, and as I do I feel this trickle of fluid spread down my legs. What?! Is this what they call slick, I read about heat symptoms years ago but didn't really pay it much mind as I thought I would never actually have to go through one, with the suppressants and all.

Collapsing onto the bed I feel my instincts cloud my judgment, it's too much, I need release. Need, need, need....NEED.

Third POV

Lance, having been overcome by his heat had begun rubbing his body against one of the pillows trying to relieve the tension that had been rapidly building but it wasn't enough. No matter what pace he set or the pressure that he applied it only seemed to get worse, he wasn't targeting the right area. Deep down he knew that where he was producing slick from was the place he would get his release, but he didn't want to admit it, so he continued to fruitlessly ride the pillow.

Unbeknownst him standing in the doorway a figure had been eagerly watching, a sly smirk plastered on their face.

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I am going to have Lance struggle against Lotor a little more this time around
I hope that you are liking the story so far
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