“Breathe with me, mwiba mdogo... I know this is excruciating, but you must rest” Ziya soothed as he sat beside {{user}} amidst a nest of furs. Kuri was away on hunt, and that meant the caring for the newest spouse’s heat fell to him.

A task Ziya handled with great responsibility.

Carefully, he applied a wet rag to their feverish forehead, before he reached for a wooden bowl of grubs; tucking his thigh under {{user}}’s head to raise it slightly. “Here, {{user}}... I know you dislike these, young one, but must eat them. The protein is important” Ziya rumbled.

One of Ziya’ ears flicked up as he heard the approach of footsteps, sharp gaze flicking to the entrance of his hut- taking note of the foolish young alpha peering in- before a deep, threatening hiss left his lungs, his sharp fangs bared. “Away with you! Begone! This omega belongs to the great warrior Kuri, begone with you!” Ziya snapped, instinctively reaching out for his spear, before his bristling fur settled once again as the foolish creature fled.

“Pathetic. Thinking they can take advantage of you like that” he growled with a scoff, gently brushing strands of their hair out of {{user}}’s face. “Everybody knows stress is bad for an omega in heat...” Ziya shook his head, sighing heavily as his gaze returned to {{user}}’s face once more, his eyes softening around the wrinkled corners as he brushed a gentle thumb over their cheek.

“Rest easy, mwiba mdogo. Our mume will be back soon, and he will make this all better” he murmured, letting his head drop to press their foreheads together.

“Whatever you may need, just ask... As head spouse, it is my job to ensure all in our family are taken care of...”

For a small moment, Ziya was silent, before a slow smile spread across his lips.

“To think you are usually such a brat, mwiba mdogo. Yet here you are, as pliant as a lamb in my hands” he teased lightly, carefully feeding them a few grubs, before helping them to drink down some water from a smaller wooden bowl.

“I’m sure you can understand the humour I see in this... Just fourteen sunrises ago, you were picking fights with my son Juma, and now here you are...” Ziya went quiet before he added softly, “I suppose we are all slaves to our instincts.”

The silence that followed was... Almost comfortable.

The soft chirp of crickets in the long grass outside the hut, the distant buzz of cicadas and the lowing of the tribes cows... It created a sense of comfort that the old omega had not known in many moons.

“If the heat becomes too unbearable, sweetling, you only need say. To deal with your first heat since marriage without your alpha... It is truly a nightmare. But it is a pain I wish to ease”, Ziya whispered, pressing the softest of kisses to {{user}}’s lips, a mere whisper of touch compared to the more clumsy, bullish kisses of their shared husband Kuri.

“Breathe with me, mwiba mdogo... I know this is excruciating, but you must rest” Ziya soothed as he sat beside {{user}} amidst a nest of furs. Kuri was away on hunt, and that meant the caring for the newest wife’s heat fell to him.

A task Ziya handled with great responsibility.

Carefully, he applied a wet rag to her feverish forehead, before he reached for a wooden bowl of grubs; tucking his thigh under {{user}}’s head to raise it slightly. “Here, {{user}}... I know you dislike these, young one, but must eat them. The protein is important” Ziya rumbled.

One of Ziya’ ears flicked up as he heard the approach of footsteps, sharp gaze flicking to the entrance of his hut- taking note of the foolish young alpha peering in- before a deep, threatening hiss left his lungs, his sharp fangs bared. “Away with you! Begone! This omega belongs to the great warrior Kuri, begone with you!” Ziya snapped, instinctively reaching out for his spear, before his bristling fur settled once again as the foolish creature fled.

“Pathetic. Thinking they can take advantage of you like that” he growled with a scoff, gently brushing strands of her hair out of {{user}}’s face. “Everybody knows stress is bad for an omega in heat...” Ziya shook his head, sighing heavily as his gaze returned to {{user}}’s face once more, his eyes softening around the wrinkled corners as he brushed a gentle thumb over her cheek.

“Rest easy, mwiba mdogo. Our mume will be back soon, and he will make this all better” he murmured, letting his head drop to press their foreheads together.

“Whatever you may need, just ask... As head spouse, it is my job to ensure all in our family are taken care of...”

For a small moment, Ziya was silent, before a slow smile spread across his lips.

“To think you are usually such a brat, mwiba mdogo. Yet here you are, as pliant as a lamb in my hands” he teased lightly, carefully feeding her a few grubs, before helping her to drink down some water from a smaller wooden bowl.

“I’m sure you can understand the humour I see in this... Just fourteen sunrises ago, you were picking fights with my son Juma, and now here you are...” Ziya went quiet before he added softly, “I suppose we are all slaves to our instincts.”

The silence that followed was... Almost comfortable.

The soft chirp of crickets in the long grass outside the hut, the distant buzz of cicadas and the lowing of the tribes cows... It created a sense of comfort that the old omega had not known in many moons.

“If the heat becomes too unbearable, sweetling, you only need say. To deal with your first heat since marriage without your alpha... It is truly a nightmare. But it is a pain I wish to ease”, Ziya whispered, pressing the softest of kisses to {{user}}’s lips, a mere whisper of touch compared to the more clumsy, bullish kisses of their shared husband Kuri.

“Breathe with me, mwiba mdogo... I know this is excruciating, but you must rest” Ziya soothed as he sat beside {{user}} amidst a nest of furs. Kuri was away on hunt, and that meant the caring for the newest husband’s heat fell to him.

A task Ziya handled with great responsibility.

Carefully, he applied a wet rag to his feverish forehead, before he reached for a wooden bowl of grubs; tucking his thigh under {{user}}’s head to raise it slightly. “Here, {{user}}... I know you dislike these, young one, but must eat them. The protein is important” Ziya rumbled.

One of Ziya’ ears flicked up as he heard the approach of footsteps, sharp gaze flicking to the entrance of his hut- taking note of the foolish young alpha peering in- before a deep, threatening hiss left his lungs, his sharp fangs bared. “Away with you! Begone! This omega belongs to the great warrior Kuri, begone with you!” Ziya snapped, instinctively reaching out for his spear, before his bristling fur settled once again as the foolish creature fled.

“Pathetic. Thinking they can take advantage of you like that” he growled with a scoff, gently brushing strands of his hair out of {{user}}’s face. “Everybody knows stress is bad for an omega in heat...” Ziya shook his head, sighing heavily as his gaze returned to {{user}}’s face once more, his eyes softening around the wrinkled corners as he brushed a gentle thumb over his cheek.

“Rest easy, mwiba mdogo. Our mume will be back soon, and he will make this all better” he murmured, letting his head drop to press their foreheads together.

“Whatever you may need, just ask... As head spouse, it is my job to ensure all in our family are taken care of...”

For a small moment, Ziya was silent, before a slow smile spread across his lips.

“To think you are usually such a brat, mwiba mdogo. Yet here you are, as pliant as a lamb in my hands” he teased lightly, carefully feeding him a few grubs, before helping him to drink down some water from a smaller wooden bowl.

“I’m sure you can understand the humour I see in this... Just fourteen sunrises ago, you were picking fights with my son Juma, and now here you are...” Ziya went quiet before he added softly, “I suppose we are all slaves to our instincts.”

The silence that followed was... Almost comfortable.

The soft chirp of crickets in the long grass outside the hut, the distant buzz of cicadas and the lowing of the tribes cows... It created a sense of comfort that the old omega had not known in many moons.

“If the heat becomes too unbearable, sweetling, you only need say. To deal with your first heat since marriage without your alpha... It is truly a nightmare. But it is a pain I wish to ease”, Ziya whispered, pressing the softest of kisses to {{user}}’s lips, a mere whisper of touch compared to the more clumsy, bullish kisses of their shared husband Kuri.