…but what if Percival was an alpha?
Gellert gets his hands on him and Percival is livid. He snarls through the bars of his cell, flashes his teeth in threat, his posture is strong and dominating even though he’s caught, stripped, and at a disadvantage. He looks ready to maim anyone who comes within ten feet of him.
Gellert visits him and the room floods with the scent of rival, threat, challenge. It taps into deeply rooted instincts that tell him to fight and dominate and make this competing alpha submit to him. Two opposing alphas as strong as Gellert and Percival? Something is going to snap.
Gellert unlocks the cell door.
Their fight is vicious. Brutal. Neither of them use wands or magic; fists and teeth are the weapons of choice for something this primal. Percival draws first blood, but they’re not fighting to kill or even wound – they’re fighting to dominate.
Percival fights like a raging storm, but eventually Gellert gets behind him and pins him just long enough to thrust his thick cock against Percival’s ass. Percival tries to shake him off, clawing, growling, thrashing with all his strength, but Gellert keeps rutting against him until the head of his cock catches on Percival’s tight rim and he plunges inside.
Percival howls. His body isn’t made to be penetrated, and between the agony of being split open and the sheer debasement of being forced to take another alpha’s cock, he doesn’t know if he’ll survive. He screams and struggles with how wrong it feels to have a cock fucking him, but his instincts recognize what’s happening – Gellert is the stronger alpha and Percival needs to submit.
By the time Gellert forces his knot past his red, swollen rim Percival has gone quiet. His body has started to rock with the rhythm of Gellert’s fucking and even though his insides feel as though they’re on fire with pain, he lays there and takes it when Gellert pumps him full of come.
He lost. He hates it, he will always hate it, but he has to submit to Gellert now.