Mindless Beasts

Then Khaldun moved, his right tanned hand raised to his lips.

Daringly, Khaldun blew Sly a kiss while he walked briskly across the plush Arabian carpets.

Officially, with that little gesture the night’s entertainment had begun.

As Sly trailed behind Khaldun he felt like he had been transported to another era replicating a bordello of sin.

Khaldun’s room was full of liquor and drunken laughter, some naked guides were entangled. while others looked like they would pass out soon, giving new meaning to the term liquid courage.

It made Sly wonder if guiding an S-tier alpha was so difficult that all these guides depended on liquor to lower their inhibitions to get through it.

What were the long term effects of continually abusing liquor on the mind and body of a guide?

A few other guides were openly masturbating, or performing oral sex out in the open, putting on a show and probably faking orgasms in a bid to grab the Royal Alpha’s attention.

There was an undercurrent of lust that literally sent shivers down Sly’s spine.

It was a sensation similar to when you sneaked around and watched your first pornographic clip.

Sly felt like a voyeur, experiencing a range of hidden emotions anywhere from excitement to guilt.

Slowly the lights dimmed, until it focused on a massive circular bed that looked like it could hold twenty people in the middle of the room.

Moans echoed throughout the room, voices elevated and shrill.

Sly felt worried about them for an instant, he had no clue what was going on all around him as he could barely see in the dark.

Khaldun took centerstage on the bed, "Say hello to the latest omega guide to join the team, let’s give him a warm welcome and crash course into guiding an S-tier alpha 101!"

Sly wanted to scream enough with the theatrics but damn did Khaldun’s voice sound sexy to his ears.

Every word was deliberate and enunciated in sultry whispers that were designed to entice Sly into action during the late hours of the night.

Khaldun’s lust filled pheromones were spilling out leaving no surface of the room untouched.

"Everyome is lying, if they say they aren’t curious about what it would feel like to have a Royal Alpha gently caress your skin. My lips brush against your neck as I smell your unique sweet pheromones. Then in a show of dominance I pin you down on this bed, you wrap your legs around my waist. As I pinch and tease your puckered rose bud nipples your heart beats rapidly in response to my possessive touch. You crave the sensation of my fangs piercing the flesh of your neck. I taste the passion and yearning in your blood as I inject my own pheromones in return. Claiming you as mine and letting everyone know that you belong to me, isn’t this what you desire the most from me?"

It felt like no one else was in the room or perhaps it was the intimacy of the darkness, or the pulsating low hypnotic playing on loud speakers in the background.

Whatever the reason, Sly could feel Khaldun’s eyes the entire time on him and those stimulating but provoking words felt like they were meant just for him.

But Sly couldn’t be more wrong.

The Royal Alpha was like the pinnacle of perfection to this crowd, the perfect lover and trophy husband.

Every guide in this room, young or old, omega or beta, it didn’t matter.

They all felt in the heat of the moment that Khaldun had propositioned them and was speaking not just to their heart but also their mind, body and soul.

He had them all like bitches in heat, dogs on a leash, he didn’t discriminate.

They were all being singled out at that moment, the guides were all special to him.

As Khaldun’s pheromones increased, music played in the aftermath of his words. "Come to me."

The guides started going wild, scrambling towards him on the center of the bed, shoveling and pushing each other out of the way to get to Khaldun.

There was a giant television resting against the wall of the tent that displayed Khaldun’s current rampage level at 75%.

While they could bring down an A-tier alpha to O% it was different for an S-tier Royal Alpha.

The most they could hope for was to bring him close to 50% until a S-tier Royal Omega from the capital could arrive and completely stabilize his body.

Sly froze where he stood and couldn’t resist watching the performance displayed on the bed.

It was understood that guiding needed to be very physical and depend mostly on the touch of body parts connecting but Khaldun took guiding to a whole new level.

Fleeting touches did nothing for him, he depended on all forms of mucous guiding mostly kissing, oral sex and penetrative sex.

This was practically an orgy with multiple guides.

All the guides took turns performing oral sex on Khaldun competing to see who could last the longest.

Whenever a guide passed out from being completely drained of his spiritual energy; he was just rolled off the bed and another guy took his place.

The spirit energy he received from the guides turned Khaldun’s face to something bestial.

His unsated hunger rode out the room like an incubus he sucked all those guides dry.

With a need so intense, it made Sly feel uncomfortable to watch a trainwreck unfold before his eyes but he couldn’t look away either.

The music stopped but it was immediately replaced by soft, moist sucking sounds that filled the silence.

Guides were kneeling as multiple heads and hands fought over an enormous cock.

Khaldun manipulated and controlled, every guide added to his pleasure as heads bobbed over is cock, up, down, back and forth, bluish veins pulsating on his cock.

Slowly disappeared inside different guides’ mouths, causing their throats to bulge between loud moans and gasps for air.

Even though Khaldun had depleted many guides, his chaotic spiritual energy remained undiminished with the potential to start growing out of control again.

As if waking up out of a beautiful nightmare, the last guide still semi-conscious was flushed, drained completely of his spirit energy, he looked around the room in a daze.

Khaldun bored, after a repeated scenario played out again, spoke out almost indifferently to the disoriented B-tier guide, "you have better stamina than the others and still have 10% spirit energy remaining. Would you like another round?

"F...f..fuck no! Get me the hell out of here!"

Khaldun pointed to the exit, the guy in haste wanted to leave fearing Khaldun would take him by force.

While the guide scrambled towards the exit, Khaldun yelled, "tell the medics to line up the C-tier guides. I’ll be with them in a few."

Khaldun was so loud Sly was pretty sure they could hear every word he shouted for themselves.

A few minutes later Sly observed the medics come in and rolled out all the remaining unconscious B-tier guides until he and Khaldun remained alone in the room.

Then Khaldun drank some alcohol after clearing his throat loudly he crooked his index finger at Sly, indicating for him to come closer.

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