A Walk On The Softer Side (Mpreg)

12-Recalling

"It's a fine day Aed, a great victory- wouldn't you agree?" Brutus practically leaned into me, his rather plain face blocking my view of the dancers.

"I suppose," I shrugged, shoving him to the side impatiently, "Raping a dozen women and stealing more children, ha ha - a victory to us."

"Tá bua dúinn go deimhin," The chubby man replied heartily, slapping his ruddy arm unto my back harshly. I spluttered my liquor over the fine mahogany table, only frowning at him.

Brutus was not at all Brutish looking, despite what his name suggested. He had a soft although balding head of red hair with an abnormally sprouted gut. His features were not distinct from other men in Ireland, (where we were currently not residing in) rather; he had small brown piggish eyes which glared in greed. Though not conspicuously tall, the man had enough power in his pinkie to overthrow a small country.

He wasn't my friend nor foe, I knew him little enough to grant him any such position. Currently, he was an ally - one that I would personally prefer to keep.

"What shall we do?" I queried, rolling my eyes as a few nervous Omegas tittered alongside us. They were serving the tables, as they should. Only, a handful of the inklings appeared flummoxed by our presence clearly never having sensed such a strong pull to a couple of Alphas, they were unfairly hypnotized.

Brutus grinned, his wood-like teeth (or what was left of them) pulling through, if you could even call it a grin. "I expect that'll have fun, you on the other hand Aed? Why don't you take your pick of the lot?"

The bar suddenly stank, several of the Omegas suppressing a heat urge. It struck me into the pit of my stomach, a swelling of doubt knotting. I growled at him, baring my fangs. "I suppose I'll choose one, elders first of course."

The other man chuckled, swiftly grabbing at an Omega boy who plopped into his lap. He spread the boys' legs casually, already savouring him. The boy clung on; he couldn't be older than fifteen, though he cried out as heartily as Brutus left a slobbery trail down his pearly neck.

It resembled the mess that a snail left behind.

The ginger eventually released the boy, albeit holding him strongly against him. He'd caught his recent prey.

"You don't care to share at all Aed? I take that this one would be big enough for two; he was not born with two filthy holes for nothing after all."

The boy squawked, but otherwise bit down on his tongue hiding his outrage.

I paid no heed, "I prefer my men or women to be mine and mine alone, even if I will only keep them for the night. I've heard stories about you too Brutus, you've lived up to your namesake certainly, you're far too rough. Really? A handful of bodies in Macey the other week?"

It had been brutal; the amount of bodies had been ongoing. We'd to run out of the small town, our tails between our legs as the people had begun to chase us out. We could have very easily instead sought them out, yet that wouldn't have been smart drawing unneeded attention to those of our kind. That's not what we needed right now, when our people were attempting to prove themselves as good people rather than unjust killers. We weren't monsters in my opinion, perhaps just less law-abiding than regular citizens.

Brutus more than most.

The boy panicked, reaching out for help frantically. Brutus grunted, clasping his hand around the thin neck, squeezing it until all that was left was a lifeless body planted unto his lap. He raised his head, his eyes a shimmering red.