You are my sin uncrowned poem

14

At noon the next day, Dean, who hadn't slept for two days, returned to the monastery tiredly.Back in the room, Sam wasn't there.Glancing outside the door anxiously, Dean didn't know how many demons were hiding in Nosy Parish, and whether they would affect Sam.

With all sorts of uneasy thoughts in mind, Dean opened the box and pulled out some clean clothes to change into, because he wanted to find Sam after lunch, so he pulled out another cloak and put it on.He went out and summoned his servants to stuff the blood-stained clothes into his arms, and Dean, who was about to retreat to his room to sleep for a while, heard someone calling him from the other side of the corridor.

Dean looked around and saw a boy standing not far away.

It's Walt.

Oh, portraits, portraits.

Dean lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, stretching his chest and trying to pull himself together.

Now that he has promised the child, no matter how he hides, he still has to keep his promise.

"Is your Excellency Grand Master free this afternoon?" The boy had already come to Dean and asked politely, raising his head.He would come to find Dean when he was free, and when Dean was a little free, he would chat with him for a few words and then go out in a hurry. If he was busy, the boy would never meet him.

"I just came back from patrolling the city. I have free time in the afternoon, but you have to give me some time for lunch first. I remember your room, and I will go to you after I finish eating?"

Upon hearing this, Walt's eyes lit up with surprise.He laughed happily, thanked him, said that he was going to get the canvas and paint ready, bowed to Dean before turning and ran happily back to his room.

Boys who still worship heroes are so cute.

Dean scratched his head.

After a quick lunch, he came to Walt's room as agreed.The boy had already prepared his painting tools, and when he opened the door for Dean, he didn't forget to say something like "my pleasure".He had heard enough compliments to Dean, he was still very tired, but in the face of the excited boy, he had to straighten his back and pat him on the shoulder.

Walt made Dean sit in the chair he had prepared, while the boy himself stood in front of the easel with his back to the wall, staring at Dean for a long moment before picking up his paintbrush.

Dean still can't get used to this kind of thing.He didn't know whether his discomfort was due to sitting still or being stared at all the time.

After sitting for an unknown amount of time, Dean felt his neck and shoulders stiff, and he secretly twisted his neck, but the boy told him not to move with a serious expression. Hearing this, Dean's body froze in embarrassment, helpless, he had no choice but to resist the discomfort and the urge to run after swearing, praying that Walt would finish his masterpiece quickly.

The monastery is very quiet at all times.The knights who lived here were not used to it at first, but now, they are also used to the quiet environment here, and they unconsciously move lightly when going in and out, lest they disturb the students and monks here.

For a long time, this kind of quiet was a delusion of luxury for Dean.At that time, he closed his eyes, even in his dream he could hear the sharp sound of weapons colliding.He always heard the hustle and bustle of human voices, shouts, screams, the heavy muffled sound of horseshoes stepping across the ground, and the sound of burning flames...

He was forced to live in all kinds of intense noise.

Dean's thoughts inevitably drifted a little far away, until a strange smell rushed into his nostrils.The relaxed sense suddenly revives, tense, the heart beats faster, and the breath becomes short of breath.Under the stimulation of the smell, the sexual desire screamed in the body, and the blood in the whole body boiled like a flame in an instant.Sweat seeped his body, and Dean felt hot, his lips and tongue were dry, and desire rumbled in his lower abdomen, and he could even feel his cock twitching and congested and hard.

odor.

Walt, who has been painting, has a pain that he has never experienced before. Not only does it hurt, but it also makes him feel tightness in his chest. He feels hot, dizzy, and his trembling hands can't even hold the paintbrush. The painted pen smudges the knight's face on the canvas.

Wet fluid slid between his legs, and he gasped in panic, dazzled by a scent he'd never smelled before from Dean who was only a few steps away.The glands under his tongue secreted a large amount of body fluid, and he swallowed hard. Every time he took a breath, the pain in his body would intensify, and the temperature would also rise.His vision was blurred by tears due to the pain, and he trembled in horror, before he could figure out everything, he was pressed hard against the wall by Dean who had come to him at some point.

Dean's fingers touched Walt's bare neck.

The boy let out a choking breath, closed his eyes, and unconsciously moved closer to Dean, breathing in the painful smell of Dean's body.The heels of his legs were almost completely wet with the sudden secretion of liquid. He wanted to get close to Dean, but the paintbrush and palette slipped from his hands at some point, so he stretched out his hand.

"Stop!" Dean snarled roughly.

Dean was running out of patience with the heightened desire.Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of other knights outside the door attracted by the smell of the boy. He turned his head and roared outside, "Go away", then pulled off his cloak and wrapped it tightly around the boy, holding him in his arms.

Their bodies pressed against each other, and Dean heard the boy whisper "God" in his arms.He struggled uncomfortably in Dean's arms, rubbing his face against Dean's chest, his belly pressed against Dean's legs.

"You're in heat, buddy." Dean tugged at his cloak, then swung the boy over his shoulder and strode out of the room.

More and more Alpha knights were attracted by the smell, and they all breathed heavily from desire.Before that, they all lived a life of abstinence. Although they would indulge in drinking all night, they never indulged in their sexual desires—even some knights had never touched any Omega before.So when they smelled such a smell, they couldn't resist being attracted instinctively.

The boy wriggled on Dean's shoulders, and he cried uncomfortably, repeating "don't mark me" all the time inarticulately.

"Nobody's going to tag you," Dean said, swallowing a puff of icy air.His heartbeat was still violent, and the hand holding the boy's back couldn't help rubbing the cloak lightly.He shouted to disperse the Alphas, strode down the stairs, and threw the boy onto the horse.

"It's still a monastery here, remember?" Dean said quickly, as if if he slowed down, he'd be sucked into the scent of the Omega again.He quickly unhooked the rein and got on the horse as well, let the boy wrapped in the cloak lean into his arms, and rode out of the monastery.

All the way the boy was crying uncontrollably from the pain and fever, and the soft, floral scent of his body kept irritating Dean.Perhaps sensing Dean's body's reaction, the boy let out an uncontrollable groan, but he still trembled and begged Dean not to mark him.

"Tell you where home is and shut up!" Dean yelled fiercely.Now every cell in his body was screaming to mark the omega in heat, and Walt's suppressed sobbing was undoubtedly an irresistible temptation.

Dean bit his lip hard.

The Alpha's chilling aura made the boy tremble even more, and he clutched the cloak on his body, timidly showing Dean the way. Dean kept tightening his grip on the horse's belly, urging his beloved steed.

On the street, the violent sound of horseshoes came from a distance accompanied by brown dust, which made many people unable to avoid it.People didn't figure out what was going on, they could only catch a glimpse of the blond Grand Master of the Holy Knights riding a horse as if he was escorting someone.

The man was wrapped tightly in a cloak, and no one could see his face clearly.

Dean sent Walt home.When he knocked on the door of his house with the boy in his arms, the middle-aged man who came to open the door was startled - a tall knight stood at the door of his house with a gloomy face, holding an Omega in heat in his arms.

"Dad, Dad..." Walt peeked out from under the tightly wrapped cloak and cried out.The man gasped in surprise and looked up at Dean in horror, who just shoved the boy into his arms and pulled his cloak away.

"Don't worry, he's fine for now." Dean explained hoarsely to the man, "Also, he said he didn't want to be marked." With that, he turned and rode away, grabbing his cloak.

Back at the monastery, the knights had already dispersed. Dean went upstairs to his room, smelling of omega, and threw the cloak on the bed gloomily.Now his clothes are also stained with the smell of Omega, no matter where he goes, that smell always surrounds him.

Desire was still raucous, he lowered his head and wiped his face, swallowing hard, but couldn't change because the only set of clothes he changed was blood-stained and took it to the wash.

He wanted to call the servants to help him wash off the cloak, but after thinking about it, he resigned himself to going downstairs to fetch water from the well.

What an afternoon of disaster.

TBC