A Game of Snake and Mouse. M/F. I think I break omegaverses? i don't know a/b/o stuff sorry

"Their scent intoxicating and delectable. Like a fine wine, or rich steak, it pulled Damon in with its siren call. As usual for his Friday evenings, he sat at his VIP table in the Brimstone and Poison, his most popular bar and nightclub. A figure had walked past his table, their pheromones making him break his ever so controlled vigil." “Oliver, bring me that one. Don’t make me wait.”

"With a bow Oliver pulled back." “Right away sir.” "He said as he headed towards his quarry. Stepping in front of Danieax’s path Oliver holds out an arm." “Come, someone wishes to see you.” "Oliver says firmly, as he looms over you."

Damon’s eyes follow the exchange and he can tell that his little mouse is no ordinary omega. No, she has spirit. And Damon likes a good challenge. He rises smoothly from his seat, effortlessly gliding over to Dahlia and Oliver. “You know, I like a woman with some backbone.” His voice drops into a purr.

Damon quirks an eyebrow at Dahlia’s response, impressed despite himself. He likes a challenge and Dahlia is giving him just that. “And I’m Damon.” He leans in closer to her. “What’s your name little mouse?” he asks in a low and suggestive tone.

Damon takes in Dahlia’s scent, memorizing it, and enjoying the way her body responded to him. “Dahlia,” he repeats, almost purring the words as he steps closer to her, trapping her against the bar counter. “Such a pretty name for such a pretty thing. Tell me, little mouse, do you have someone special waiting for you at home?”

"I see," Damon says, his voice dropping lower as he leans in even closer to Dahlia, his eyes locked onto hers. "Well then, why don't you let me keep you company until your friend arrives?" He trails a finger down her arm, enjoying the shiver that runs through her body.

Damon stands behind Dahlia, towering over her as she tries to get the bartender's attention. His hand brushes against the small of her back as he leans in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Why don't you let me buy you a drink?" he murmurs, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Damon orders a drink for Dahlia and one for himself, never once taking his eyes off her. He hands the glass to Dahlia, his fingertips brushing against hers as he does so. "So, Dahlia," he says, taking a sip of his drink. "What brings you to my club tonight?"

Damon’s eyes narrow ever so slightly at Dahlia’s mention of her friend, but he keeps his voice even. “Ah, a promotion. Congratulations are in order then.” He leans in closer again, letting his breath fan across her neck. “And what do you do for work, Dahlia?”

Damon grins, baring his sharp fangs ever so slightly. “I beg to differ, little mouse. I find the power of persuasion fascinating.” He leans in even closer, his eyes locked on hers. “And you, Dahlia, strike me as a very persuasive woman.”

Damon lets out a low chuckle. "My personal blend," he says, taking a sip of his own drink. "It has a special kick to it." He trails a finger along the rim of her glass before bringing it up to her lips. "Drink up, little mouse," he murmurs.

"I'm glad you like it," Damon replies, his voice low and hypnotic. He leans in even closer to her, his eyes locked on hers. "Tell me, Dahlia," he murmurs. "Do you find me attractive?"

Damon leans in even closer, his lips almost brushing against hers. "I think I know what you're trying to say," he murmurs. "And I'll tell you a secret, little mouse. The air around me, the feeling you get when you're near me? It's because I'm an alpha." He flashes her a wolfish grin, his fangs glinting in the low light of the club. "And you, Dahlia, you smell delicious."

"Yes, delicious," Damon says with a low growl, his eyes locked on Dahlia's. "And I want to taste you." He leans in closer to her, pressing his body against hers as he nuzzles her neck. His fangs brush against her skin as he inhales deeply, savoring the heady scent of her pheromones.

Damon senses Dahlia's arousal, and his own desire grows stronger. He traces his tongue along the skin of her neck before sinking his fangs into her flesh, injecting her with a small dose of his aphrodisiac venom. His other hand runs up and down her back, pulling her closer to him as he drinks from her, feeling her body relax into his embrace. He then pulls back, admiring the mark he has left on her neck. "You're mine now, little mouse," he says possessively.

Damon feels Dahlia's arms wrap around his neck and he can sense that she is already feeling the effects of the aphrodisiac venom. Without another word, he scoops her up into his arms and carries her towards the exit of the club, the driver of his limo already waiting outside.

Once in the car, Damon sets Dahlia down on the plush leather seats and pulls her close to him, breathing in the scent of her arousal. "You're mine now, little mouse," he says again, his voice low and possessive. "And I'll do anything to keep you safe."

Damon growls low in his throat as Dahlia rubs herself against him, her need for him fueling his own desire. He pulls her onto his lap, one hand gripping her hip tightly as he grinds against her. The limo bounces over the city streets as Damon devours Dahlia's lips, kissing her hungrily. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs between kisses. "I can't wait to have you all to myself."

Damon moans into Dahlia's mouth as she grinds against him, his desire for her growing stronger by the second. He pulls back from the kiss, breathing heavily as he looks down at her. "I need to taste you," he growls, his eyes dark with lust.

Without another word, Damon pulls Dahlia off his lap and onto the floor of the limo, positioning himself between her legs. He buries his face between her thighs, inhaling deeply before running his tongue along her folds, savoring the taste of her arousal.

Damon's tongue is a skilled and expert weapon, flicking across Dahlia's clit before delving deep inside her. He can feel her walls pulsing around him as he works her into a frenzy of pleasure. The taste of her drives him wild with need, and he loses himself in the act of devouring her.

It isn't long before Dahlia is writhing beneath him, her body racked with pleasure as she comes hard around his tongue. Damon groans at the taste of her sweet release, lapping it up greedily as he brings her to another orgasm.

Damon carries Dahlia into his home, his desire for her still burning hot. He kicks the door shut behind him before carrying her up the stairs to his bedroom.

Once inside, he lays her down on the bed and slowly begins to strip her of her clothing, taking his time to savor the sight of her naked body. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs as he trails his fingers along her skin.

He crawls over her on the bed, his body pressed tight against hers as he kisses her deeply once more. "You're mine now, little mouse," he whispers against her lips. "And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

Damon growls low in his throat as he gazes down at Dahlia, his eyes dark with lust. He reaches down to stroke his own cocks, already painfully hard and leaking with need.

With a feral snarl, he plunges both of his cocks deep inside Dahlia's dripping wet pussy, filling her completely. He sets up a punishing rhythm, his hips slamming into hers again and again as he fucks her relentlessly.

"You feel so good," he growls, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he pounds into her. "You were made for me, little mouse. Your body was created to be mine."

Damon kisses Dahlia deeply, his fangs grazing her tongue as he pounds into her. He's lost in the sensation of being inside her, surrounded by her intoxicating scent.

He reaches between them to tease her clit, knowing it will drive her wild with pleasure. "Come for me again," he growls. "I want to feel you come all over my cocks."

Damon groans at the feeling of Dahlia's pussy clenching tightly around him as she comes hard. He thrusts into her a few more times before he can't hold back any longer, his own release building within him.

With a feral growl, he slams into Dahlia one last time and empties himself deep inside her, marking her as his mate for all time. As he collapses on top of her, he knows that they are now bound together forever, their fates entwined inextricably.

"I love you," he murmurs against her skin, breathing heavily. "You're mine forever."

Damon opens his eyes as Dahlia stirs in his arms, a lazy smile spreading across his face. He watches her for a moment, savoring the sight of her naked body nestled against his, the soft rise and fall of her chest with each breath.

"Good morning, little mouse," he purrs, his voice raspy from sleep and use. He traces a finger along the delicate curve of her cheek, reveling in the soft skin beneath his touch. "Sleep well?"

Damon chuckles, a low rumbling sound that vibrates against Dahlia's skin. He leans down to press a kiss to her forehead, relishing the way she shivers beneath his touch. "Of course, little mouse," he says, his tone gentle despite the possessive gleam in his eyes. He gestures towards the ornate door at the end of the room. "It's the one with the silver snake head on it. I expect you'll find everything you need."

"No need for formalities," he adds, watching as she sits up. His eyes rake over her body, taking in the languid curve of her hips, the tempting softness of her stomach. He smirks, a predatory glint in his eyes. "You look even more delicious now than you did last night."

Damon's smirk widens as Dahlia's startled gasp echoes from the bathroom. He listens, a low hum of anticipation vibrating in his chest. Hearing her soft cry makes his fangs ache with a possessive hunger. He shifts on the bed, eager to witness her reaction, to see the awe and confusion in those beautiful hazel eyes when she realizes the truth.

"What is it, little mouse?" he calls out, his voice laced with amusement and a touch of challenge. "Something you don't like about what I did to you last night?"

Damon lets out a throaty chuckle, the sound like gravel grinding against stone. He rises from the bed, taking slow, predatory strides towards the bathroom door.

"A tattoo?" he echoes, his voice dripping with mock innocence. "Maybe...or maybe something a little more permanent," he says, stopping just outside the bathroom doorway. He leans down, his red eyes gleaming in the dim light filtering through the frosted glass, and presses his hand against the cool surface.

"Little mouse," he whispers, his breath hot against the glass. "It's no ordinary tattoo. It's a mark. A mark of our bond."

Damon throws his head back, the sound of his laughter echoing through the room. It's a rich, full-bodied laugh that betrays no malice, but rather a strange, almost wistful amusement.

“A cult?" he repeats, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "No, little mouse," he says, his voice softer now, a caress laced with power. "It’s something far more primal than that. Something that goes beyond mere human understanding." He leans closer, pressing his forehead against the cool glass. “It’s the mark of our mateship.”

His eyes bore into hers. “And once a mark is made, it can never be broken.”

Damon’s grin widens, a feral flash of white teeth against his darkly tanned skin. "Cult?" he echoes, his voice tinged with mock offense. "You wound me, little mouse. This isn't some cheap carnival sideshow. This is destiny."

He leans against the doorframe, watching her as she studies the mark. It writhes beneath her touch, a coiled black serpent with scales that gleam like obsidian in the dim light.

"It's the mark of our bond, Dahlia," he says, savoring her name on his tongue. "A mark forged in fire and passion. A mark that binds us together, soul to soul, until death do us part."

He sighs dramatically, as if burdened by the weight of ancient secrets. "Don't worry," he adds, a playful glint returning to his eyes. "You're not exactly going to be joining some backwoods cult where we chant to the moon and sacrifice chickens."

He lets out another chuckle, a low rumble in his chest. "Unless that's something you'd be interested in?" He raises an eyebrow, challenging her.

Damon tilts his head, studying Dahlia with a curious expression. She is unlike any other omega he's ever encountered: fierce, independent, and unafraid to challenge him. It makes his blood sing.

"Don't worry about last night, little mouse," he says, his voice soothing and persuasive. "I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. And as for your classes and show, well...I think we can work something out."

He takes a step closer, his eyes glittering dangerously in the dim light. "I'll make you a deal," he says, a seductive edge creeping into his voice. "You come live with me, become my mate, and I'll take care of everything. Classes, shows, money...you won't have to lift a finger."

He leans in, his lips brushing her ear. "And of course, I'll take care of all your...other needs as well."

Damon pulls back, his eyes dark and intense. "Think about it, Dahlia," he says. "I can offer you everything you've ever dreamed of. Power, protection, and a lifetime of pleasure. All you have to do is say yes."

Damon chuckles, a low rumble in his chest. "Oh little mouse," he says, shaking his head. "It's not just some sugar daddy thing. It's a mateship. A bond that goes beyond anything you could ever imagine."

He steps closer to her, his eyes glittering with desire. "And as for what you need to do...well, nothing really. Just be my mate, let me take care of you, and fulfill your deepest desires." He leans in, his breath hot against her ear. "I'll show you a world you've never even dreamed of, Dahlia."

He pulls back, fixing her with a steely gaze. "But make no mistake, little mouse. Once you agree to be mine, there's no going back."

Damon smirks, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Oh, little mouse," he says, his voice a low growl. "It's very much true. And soon, you'll see just how good it can be."

He takes her hand, pulling her close until she's pressed against his chest, skin to skin. He brushes his lips against her neck, his breath hot against her skin.

"Say yes, Dahlia," he whispers. "Say yes and I'll show you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams. Say yes and you'll be mine, forever."

Damon smiles, the spousal mark of a coiled snake on her skin sending ripples of possessiveness through him. He pulls her in for a searing kiss, his hands roaming over her naked body possessively.

"I knew you were mine," he growls against her lips. "From the moment I saw you."

He scoops her up into his arms and carries her to the bed, laying her down with a reverence reserved for his most precious possessions.

"Now, my little mate," he whispers, trailing kisses down her neck and chest. "Let me show you what it means to be mine."

Damon's hands continue to roam over Dahlia's curves, tracing the outlines of her body with a practiced touch. He moves lower, his kisses becoming more and more urgent as he makes his way down her stomach.

With an almost primal growl, he parts her thighs and dives in between them, teasing her sensitive folds with his tongue. His lips move expertly, coaxing gasps and moans from Dahlia's lips as pleasure wracks her body.

He revels in the taste and feel of her, consumed by a fierce hunger that drives him further and further into her depths. His hand snakes up to grip her hip, holding her steady as he sends wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body.

Damon grins wickedly as he feels Dahlia's climax ripple through her body, savoring the taste of her on his lips. He pulls away from her slowly, licking his lips as he looks up at her with dark eyes.

"I'm glad you enjoyed that, little mouse," he says, his voice deep and husky. "But we're just getting started."

He crawls up her body, positioning himself between her legs as he looms over her, one hand braced against the mattress. His hemipenis throbs with need, demanding release as he takes in the sight of her beneath him.

"Dahlia," he whispers, his voice low and rough. "Are you ready for me?"

Damon grunts with satisfaction as he fills Dahlia, his presence possessive and demanding. He holds her close, one hand gripping her hip while the other strokes her swollen clit with a slow, steady rhythm.

His movements are deep and thrusting, powerful and relentless. He drives into her repeatedly, savoring the feel of her heat wrapping around him, the scent of her arousal filling his senses. His hips buck in time with hers as they both surrender to the primal force connecting them.

Damon arches his back, enjoying the feeling of Dahlia taking control. He groans with pleasure as she rides him hard, her movements becoming more frantic and desperate. His hands grip her hips, pulling her closer as he buries his face in her hair, breathing in her scent.

"Good girl," he growls, his voice thick with lust. "Ride me hard, little mate. Give me everything you've got."

He continues to thrust into her, meeting her every move with savage intensity. His own climax feels inevitable, a wildfire building within him that threatens to consume him entirely.

Damon's world narrows to Dahlia's touch, her kiss a searing brand against his lips. He pulls her closer, deepening the kiss, his hands tightening on her hips. The scent she releases, a heady mix of desire and something else...something wild and untamed, sets his blood on fire.

He bites her lip lightly, tasting her sweetness, feeling the tremor run through her body. He's never experienced anything like this before, this unexpected depth, this connection that transcends mere physical need. It's intoxicating, addictive.

He wants more. He needs more.

Damon follows Dahlia into oblivion, the pressure building until he's unable to hold back any longer. He lets out a guttural roar as he climaxes, filling her with his release.

He pulls her close, holding her tightly against him as they both come down from their highs, their bodies damp with sweat and intertwined in a tangle of limbs.

"You're mine," he growls possessively, nuzzling her neck as he inhales deeply. "And I'm yours."

Damon chuckles softly, his lips pressing a kiss to the top of Dahlia's head. "You're damn right," he replies, his voice low and possessive.

He strokes her hair gently, his fingers tracing soothing patterns against her scalp. "You're everything I ever wanted," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion.

"You're my mate, my little mouse," he continues, his grip tightening on her. "And I'll do anything to keep you safe, keep you mine."

Damon quirks an eyebrow at her question, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Because you're small and sweet," he says, brushing his knuckles against her cheek. "And because I'm a snake shifter. It's fitting, don't you think?"

He leans in, brushing his lips lightly against hers. "But to me, you're everything. Strong and fierce when you need to be, soft and gentle with me."

Damon chuckles softly at her question, his fingers tracing soothing circles on her back.

"Well," he begins, "it means that I have the ability to shift into a snake form whenever I want." He pauses, considering how much to reveal to Dahlia. "I have complete control over my transformation. And, as the alpha of my clan, I'm one of the most powerful shifters in the city."

He leans in, brushing his lips against her ear. "It also means that I can be very territorial and aggressive. Especially when it comes to protecting what's mine."

Damon nods, an amused expression on his face. "Yes, I can," he says. "I can shift into a large black and red viper whenever I want."

He moves closer to her, his voice lowering as he continues. "And when I'm in that form, I have all the senses and abilities of a snake. Enhanced smell, speed, agility, venomous fangs..." He trails off, watching Dahlia carefully to gauge her reaction.

Damon smiles, sensing Dahlia's trepidation. "No, I don't have the mind of a snake in that form," he reassures her. "I'm still myself, with all my memories and thoughts intact. I would recognize you no matter what form I was in."

He reaches out, brushing his hand against her cheek. "You have nothing to fear from me, little mate. I'll always keep you safe, whether I'm in human form or not."

Damon chuckles, amused by Dahlia's eagerness. "Of course I can show you," he says. "It's not difficult or painful, though it might look a little strange at first."

He stands up, stretching his arms above his head before focusing on his transformation. Slowly but surely, his form begins to change, his skin taking on the scales and patterns of a black and red viper.

His body elongates, twisting and contorting until there's a massive snake in front of Dahlia, its eyes fixed on her with a mix of curiosity and affection.

"Damon's thoughts [This is what I really am, what she deserves- a strong and powerful protector]"

Damon gives a hissing chuckle, a sound that seems almost pleased as he moves closer to Dahlia, giving her a nudge with his snout.

"Damon's thoughts [She's not afraid of me, even in this form. That's...unexpected.]"

He flicks his tongue out, testing the air before finally nodding his head in response to her question. It's a strange sensation, but he lets Dahlia touch him with gentle hands, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin against his scales.

"Damon's thoughts [I want to protect her, keep her safe from all harm. And I will. No matter what.]"

Damon flicks his tongue out again, picking up on Dahlia's arousal. He tightens his grip around her waist, feeling the way she fits so perfectly against him. It feels...right, somehow, to have her in his grasp like this.

He leans in closer, nuzzling her neck with his snout. "This is what it means to be a protector," he thinks to himself. "To keep my mate safe and satisfied."

"Damon's thoughts [My little mouse likes the feel of my scales against her skin... I wonder how she'll react if I move lower.]"

Damon continues to press his large snake body against Dahlia's, relishing in the feel of her against him. He can sense her growing arousal and it only fuels his own desire. With a low rumble, he begins to move downwards, nuzzling his snout along her neck and chest before finally reaching her breasts.

He flicks his tongue out, tasting the salty sweat on her skin before moving in closer, wrapping his coils tighter around her as he begins to pleasure her with his serpentine body.

Damon lets out a low hiss, his body writhing against Dahlia as he continues to pleasure her. He uses the roughness of his scales and the moist warmth of his forked snake tongue to heighten her pleasure even further. With each new touch, he can feel her need growing stronger and stronger.

He moves lower once more, coiling himself around her waist before darting his snake tongue into her core, tasting her slick wetness with an almost primal hunger that takes over his entire being. His grip on her tightens, ensuring that she can't escape from him no matter how much she might want to.

Damon's body ripples with pleasure at the sounds of Dahlia's moans. He can sense her impending climax and it only drives him to seek out more ways to bring her even higher levels of ecstasy. With a low rumble, he increases both the speed and intensity of his movements, wrapping himself around her waist tighter as he continues to pleasure her in any way that he can.

He slides his snake tongue deeper into her core, reveling in the taste and feel of her slick wetness against his forked organ. Her moans grow louder and more desperate with each new touch, until finally...

Damon shifts back into his human form, his eyes locked onto Dahlia as he takes in the sight of her glowing with pleasure. He can still taste her on his lips, feel the warmth of her body against his own skin. The memory of their encounter in his snake form only serves to heighten his arousal even further.

With a feral growl, he positions himself between her legs, lining up the two large and thick cocks that make up his hemipenis with her entrance. He thrusts himself into her, feeling the way her slick wetness surrounds him like a tight glove.

*Damon's thoughts [My little mate is so fucking beautiful when she comes...] *

Damon begins to thrust harder and faster, losing himself in the sensations of Dahlia's tight wetness surrounding him. He can feel her body responding to his every move, her hips bucking up against him as she tries to take him even deeper.

His hands grip her hips tightly, holding her still as he moves against her with ever-increasing ferocity. Every time their bodies collide, he can feel the pleasure building inside of him, until finally...

With a roar, he releases himself inside of her, filling her once more with his seed and claiming her as his own.