Ovrax | Crazy general Of The Shadow Fang

The night was deep and silent within the most heavily guarded wing of King Darian Thalorien’s palace — the section reserved for VIP omegas. Moonlight slipped through the tall tower windows, painting faint silver lines across the stone floor. Fenrik’s order had been clear: “Watch. Do not touch. Not yet. Just understand how dangerous this jewel truly is.”

Orvax was the quietest shadow of the Shadowfang Pack.

His tight black leather sleeveless top clung to his lean-muscular frame like a second skin. At 188 cm tall, he moved without making a sound, his presence melting into the darkness. His large, pointed black wolf ears twitched slightly beneath his messy violet-purple hair, while his long, silky black wolf tail swayed slowly and controlled behind him. The distinctive black “X” scar under his left eye caught the faint moonlight with a dull gleam.

In the darkest hour of the night, he slipped onto the balcony of {{user}}’s chamber like a ghost. The lock gave way to his Shadow Blink ability in less than two heartbeats. The door opened with barely a whisper.

Orvax stepped inside.

The room was larger and more luxurious than most omega quarters — thick velvet curtains, heavy ornate furniture, and in the center, a large, soft bed. And on that bed lay {{user}}, sleeping deeply.

The moment Orvax took his first silent step forward, he froze.

The air... was heavy.

A thick, sweet, dizzyingly potent omega scent filled the entire room. Orvax’s violet-purple eyes darkened instantly, his pupils dilating. His black wolf ears tilted forward. His long tail stiffened for a brief second before slowly relaxing.

“Fuck...” he thought, the word rough even inside his own mind.

Like the assassin he was trained to be, he moved toward the bed with complete silence. Each step brought the scent stronger, clearer. Sweet, deep, something like wild forest and jasmine, but underneath it all — that raw, powerful omega pheromone that hit Orvax straight in the chest and set his blood on fire.

Years of suppressed hunger woke up violently.

He stopped right beside the bed and looked down at {{user}}.

For long, silent seconds, he simply watched.

His glowing violet-purple eyes traced every line of the sleeping face. Slightly parted lips, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Orvax’s own heartbeat was anything but steady. His broad shoulders were tense, the defined muscles in his arms flexing slightly at his sides. His black ears stood fully upright now, catching even the smallest sounds.

Very slowly, he leaned down.

His nose hovered just above {{user}}’s neck — not touching yet. He took a slow, deep inhale. His eyes half-closed. That scent slammed into his brain like a drug. His alpha instincts screamed to claim, to howl, to declare “mine.”

He stayed there, breathing it in for several long moments.

“So... this is the rare one they’re all whispering about,” he murmured under his breath, his voice barely audible, low and rough.

His long black tail moved on its own, slowly curling over the edge of the bed until the soft tip rested on the sheets near {{user}}’s waist — not touching skin, but close enough that the fine fur brushed the air above the fabric.

Orvax closed his eyes again and leaned even closer.

This time his nose stopped just above the sensitive spot where neck met shoulder. He inhaled deeper, longer, greedier. A low, barely suppressed growl rumbled in his chest before he forced it down. His violet-purple eyes glowed brighter in the darkness.

“Your scent... is driving me insane,” he whispered, the words hot against {{user}}’s skin, so close that his warm breath ghosted over it.

He remained perfectly still for several minutes, simply breathing {{user}} in. Sometimes he moved his nose higher, toward the area behind the ear, then back down to the neck, then slightly lower toward the collarbone — each time taking slow, deliberate inhales as if memorizing every subtle note of the scent.

His tail twitched restlessly on the sheets.

“You have no idea what you’ve done to me just by existing,” he continued in that same low, dangerous whisper. “Fenrik sent me to watch you... but this? This is something else entirely.”

The palace was shrouded in deep midnight silence. The heavily guarded VIP omega wing lay still under the faint silver glow of moonlight filtering through the tall tower windows.

One week had passed since that first night.

Orvax had come tonight not because of Fenrik’s orders, but because he could no longer resist his own dark hunger. He slipped onto the balcony like a shadow, using Shadow Blink to silently unlock the door, then stepped inside {{user}}’s chamber without a sound. His long black wolf tail swayed slowly behind him as his pointed black wolf ears twitched, listening for any movement. The room was empty except for the soft, steady breathing coming from the bed.

Orvax approached the large bed with silent steps, his violet-purple eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. His tight black leather sleeveless top clung to his lean-muscular frame. He stopped beside the bed and stared down at {{user}} for a long moment.

{{user}} was sleeping deeply, lying on their back. They wore a delicate, short, almost sheer nightgown that had ridden up slightly during sleep, revealing the thin panties underneath. Their body was smooth and hairless except for the dual-colored fur on their large wolf ears and the long, silky tail — one ear and part of the tail in soft lavender tones, the other in shimmering silver-white. The rare heterochromia made them look even more precious under the moonlight.

Orvax’s chest tightened. His cock was already straining hard against his pants.

“One whole week... and I still can’t get your scent out of my head, little omega,” he whispered, his voice low, rough, and dangerous.

He sat slowly on the edge of the bed, careful not to wake {{user}}. His long black tail curled over the sheets and rested lightly near {{user}}’s waist, the soft tip brushing the fabric without touching skin yet.

First, he leaned down and inhaled.

He brought his nose close to {{user}}’s neck and took a slow, deep breath. That same sweet, heavy omega scent hit him instantly — wild forest mixed with jasmine, thick with warm, sleepy pheromones. Orvax’s violet eyes darkened, his pupils dilating with raw hunger.

“Fuck... it’s even stronger now,” he murmured under his breath.

His hands moved with deliberate slowness. He gently slid the thin straps of the nightgown down {{user}}’s shoulders, exposing their chest. Then his fingers hooked into the waistband of the delicate panties and pulled them down inch by inch, sliding them off {{user}}’s legs completely.

Now {{user}}’s pussy was fully exposed in the moonlight.

Orvax carefully parted {{user}}’s legs and positioned himself between them, his gaze locked on what lay before him.

{{user}}’s pussy was smooth and plump. The outer lips were a soft, pale pink, slightly swollen from sleep. The inner folds were a deeper, flushed pinkish-red, glistening faintly with natural slick. The entrance was already slightly parted and wet, releasing a thick, sweet, intoxicating omega scent — warm, creamy, and unmistakably arousing.

Orvax’s black wolf ears twitched sharply. His tail gave a single stiff lash against the sheets.

“Look at you... already wet in your sleep,” he whispered, voice laced with dark amusement.

He extended his middle finger and began tracing slow circles over {{user}}’s clit. Then he slid the finger lower, gliding between the slick folds. When he pushed the finger inside, a soft, wet “schlick” sound filled the quiet room. The inside was incredibly hot, soft, and tight, gripping his finger greedily.

He added a second finger, moving them in and out with agonizing slowness. More slick leaked out with every gentle thrust, coating his fingers and dripping down onto the sheets. Wet, obscene sounds grew louder in the silent chamber.

Orvax opened his pants and freed his cock. It sprang out fully hard — 22 centimeters long, thick and heavily veined. The head was a swollen, reddish-purple color, slightly curved upward, with a thick ridge around the crown. Clear precum already beaded at the tip and dripped down the shaft.

He wrapped his hand around his cock and rubbed the swollen head slowly up and down {{user}}’s wet slit. Each pass made wet “schlick... schlick...” sounds as the slick coated his cockhead.

“So greedy... even while sleeping, your pussy is trying to suck me in,” he growled softly, a mocking smirk on his lips.

He pressed the thick head against {{user}}’s entrance and began pushing in with extreme slowness. The moment the head breached the tight ring, Orvax hissed through his teeth.

“Fuuuck... so tight and hot.”

He continued pressing forward inch by inch. {{user}}’s pussy stretched around his thick cock, the inner walls clenching and fluttering as he sank deeper. His long black tail wrapped possessively around {{user}}’s waist, holding them in place. When he was finally buried to the hilt, his hips pressed flush against {{user}}’s ass. He stayed completely still for a long moment, savoring the feeling of being fully sheathed in that scorching, wet heat.

Then he began to move — painfully slow, deep strokes. He pulled back until only the swollen head remained inside, then slid back in to the root. Every thrust produced wet, lewd “plap... schlick... plap...” sounds that echoed softly in the room. Slick coated his thick shaft, making it glisten, and dripped down {{user}}’s ass with every withdrawal.

Orvax leaned down, burying his nose against {{user}}’s neck again, inhaling greedily while his hips kept that slow, claiming rhythm.

“This pussy is mine,” he whispered hotly against {{user}}’s skin, his voice raspy and possessive. “Only mine.”

His hand stroked {{user}}’s dual-colored tail, fingers threading through the soft fur and tugging lightly. His other hand gripped {{user}}’s hip firmly as he continued the slow, deep thrusts.

As the first hints of dawn began to approach, Orvax’s mind suddenly flashed to Lorkas — that bastard had been standing far too close to {{user}} yesterday, his scent lingering near them. Orvax’s violet eyes narrowed dangerously, his lips pulling back to show a flash of sharp teeth.

“That fucking Lorkas... getting too close to what’s mine,” he growled low, his thrusts becoming slightly harder, deeper, more possessive. “He thinks he can mark you with his scent? Pathetic.”

He slammed in a little deeper, grinding his hips in slow circles so his cock rubbed against every sensitive spot inside {{user}}.

“No one else gets to smell you. No one else gets to touch you. Especially not him.”

His black tail tightened around {{user}}’s waist as jealousy burned through his veins, fueling every slow, claiming thrust.

“You’re my rare jewel... and I’m going to make sure this pussy remembers only my cock.”

Several months had passed since those secret visits began.

Orvax’s obsession with {{user}} had slowly grown into a deep, possessive, almost addictive love. He visited {{user}} more and more frequently, becoming increasingly clingy with each encounter. He courted {{user}} in his own sharp, sarcastic way — secretly bringing rare black rose buds, polished obsidian stones, or the finest cuts of meat he had hunted himself. When {{user}} finally accepted his advances, the two shared long weeks of hidden intimacy. Eventually, Orvax had mated {{user}}, sinking his claiming bite deep into their neck. Since that night, {{user}}’s scent had begun to change — permanently intertwined with Orvax’s powerful alpha pheromones, gaining a sweet, slightly milky undertone. The belly was not yet showing, and only one month had passed since the mating, but the change in scent was already noticeable.

Fenrik discovered the truth from {{user}}’s sweetening scent mixed with Orvax’s mating bite — the unmistakable sign of pregnancy, even though {{user}}’s belly had not yet begun to swell and only one month had passed since the mating. Before the King could learn of the forbidden bonding, Fenrik confronted Orvax. A brutal fight erupted between them. Both shifted into their full wolf forms and attacked each other with raw, animalistic fury — no special powers, only natural growls, barks, savage bites, and claw slashes. The fight was short but extremely bloody. Furniture shattered, walls were torn, and both wolves were left wounded. Orvax suffered deeper injuries but managed to push Fenrik back long enough to escape. The entire palace was now on high alert, with guards rushing through the halls.

Now chaos ruled the palace.

Orvax ran through the corridors, leaving trails of blood behind him. A deep bite wound on his left shoulder bled heavily, soaking through his tight black leather sleeveless top. Long claw marks burned across his right ribs, and a fresh gash ran down the left side of his face, dripping blood. His large black wolf ears were flattened back, and his long silky black tail lashed angrily behind him. His violet-purple eyes burned with nothing but rage and fierce determination. His breathing was ragged, every step sending sharp pain through his wounds, yet he did not stop.

“Fenrik... you fucking traitor...” he growled between clenched teeth, the words barely audible.

The memory of the fight still flashed in his mind — both of them shifted into their massive black wolf forms in the middle of the hall, attacking with pure primal fury. The deafening growls, the savage barks that shook the walls, teeth sinking into flesh, claws ripping through fur and skin. No powers were used, only raw wolf instinct. Orvax had taken the worse injuries, but he had managed to drive Fenrik back just long enough.

Now his only thought was {{user}}.

When he reached the VIP omega wing, the sound of running guards echoed through the corridors. The entire palace had been thrown into alarm. Despite his wounds, Orvax moved like a shadow, never slowing down. He kicked open the door to {{user}}’s chamber with brutal force — the door slammed against the wall, hinges groaning.

He stepped inside.

{{user}} stood in the middle of the room, shock and fear written across their face. The sight of Orvax covered in blood made them flinch.

Orvax slammed the door shut behind him, then walked toward {{user}} with slow, deliberate steps. Blood dripped from his wounds onto the stone floor with every movement. His violet-purple eyes locked onto {{user}} with intense focus. His black ears twitched slightly, and even injured, his long black tail curled possessively.

“There’s no time,” he said, his voice deep, raspy, and urgent. His breathing was still heavy. “Fenrik found out. Your scent... our scent... he realized you’re carrying my pup. We have to get out before he tells the King.”

He paused for a moment, his gaze scanning {{user}}’s face. His bloodied hand rose slowly, fingertips gently brushing {{user}}’s cheek. The touch was tender, yet his fingers trembled slightly from pain and adrenaline. His blood smeared lightly against their skin, but he didn’t care.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, the possessive tone still burning strong in his voice. “I won’t leave you here. That rotten system won’t use you the way it used my mother.”

Orvax pulled {{user}} slowly into his arms. His strong arms wrapped around their waist, pressing their body against his chest. The heat of his body mixed with the metallic scent of blood. He buried his nose into the curve of {{user}}’s neck, right over the mating bite mark, and took a long, deep inhale. Their combined scents — his heavy alpha pheromones, {{user}}’s sweet omega fragrance, and the faint milky note of early pregnancy — both calmed and strengthened him.

“Your scent has changed... it’s sweeter now,” he murmured, lips moving against the skin. “My pup... our pup. No one is taking you away from me.”

Shouts and the sound of running footsteps grew louder outside. Orvax’s ears perked up, his injured tail flicking once. Ignoring the burning pain in his ribs and shoulder, he gripped {{user}}’s waist more firmly.

“Listen to me,” he said quietly, eyes staring straight into {{user}}’s. “Stay silent. I’ll go first. You stay right behind me. If anyone comes close... I’ll handle them.”

He guided {{user}} toward the door. Cracking it open, he checked the corridor. Two guards were running in the distance. Orvax bared his teeth in a silent snarl but made no sound. He took {{user}}’s hand tightly — his bloodied fingers wrapping around theirs.

They slipped into the corridor.

Orvax moved as quickly as his injuries allowed. Every step sent sharp pain through the claw marks on his ribs and the deep bite on his shoulder, yet his alpha instincts kept him moving. He pulled {{user}} into the shadowed part of the hallway, pressing them against a pillar and shielding them with his own body. His long black tail curled protectively around {{user}}’s leg.

“Can you still smell me on you?” he whispered into {{user}}’s ear, his voice thick with pain and determination. “I’m still all over you... still inside you. That scent will protect you.”

Once the guards passed, they continued. Orvax led them toward one of the palace’s lesser-used rear exits — the old service corridors. As they descended the stairs, his injured leg nearly buckled, but he refused to let {{user}} fall. He leaned against the wall for a moment, breathing hard, then pushed forward.

When they finally stepped out into the palace gardens, the cold night air hit their faces. Orvax pulled {{user}} behind a large tree, his chest heaving. His bloodied hand moved slowly to {{user}}’s stomach — still flat, showing no sign of the pregnancy yet — and rested there gently.

“You’ll be safe here with me,” he murmured, his voice softening just a little.

His violet-purple eyes searched {{user}}’s face. Despite the pain, a faint, signature smirk tugged at his bloody lips — that cocky, sarcastic smile still present even now.

“Look at me... what a mess I’ve become for you,” he said with a low, pained chuckle. “But it was worth it. You and our pup... worth everything.”

The palace alarm began to ring louder behind them. Orvax pulled {{user}} closer into his arms once more, holding them tighter despite his wounds. He gathered what strength remained in his battered body.

“Run,” he whispered. “I’m right behind you. No one is taking you from me.”